#I only slept like 4 hours though cause I had to get up for a delivery... also I'm posting this a couple of hours after waking...

[azzifuddfanpage]

Shower Thoughts

okay I did another!! I actually really enjoy this so give me suggestions for more or things I can improve on!! 4.4k

themes: friends to lovers kinda they already lovers / angst

tw: smut they get a lil freaky like face sitting 😺sry got carried away ig

Convincing Azzi to come to UConn came with a price. If she came to UConn, they would not be able to date. 

It was obvious both girls had feelings deeper than just those of best friends to anyone who knew them. But being teammates and all would mean that they couldn’t date in case they broke up and jeopardize the team's chemistry. 

Paige and Azzi were not worried about breaking up in the slightest. They were 3 years strong at this point and even after having a more open relationship that allowed them to see other people they always came back to each other causing them to tie it off. But now, they are back where they started. 

At first having Azzi at the same school as her was worth it even if they couldn’t date. But she didn’t realize just how hard it would be to hide it until the time came. 

Geno had set a rule that most of the other college coaches agreed with. Teammates couldn’t date. It was a pretty common sense rule, unless if you were fucking gay and paige bueckers and Azzi fudd. 

Of course this would affect them. 

They decided it wouldn’t be that hard to hide it would be fine, no one would realize it. But they realized they would have to go a lot longer without touching each other and being together than they thought, so they vowed to not make it official until at least Paige's senior year so Geno couldn’t complain about them causing problems, even though they knew nothing would happen.

This would be a lot harder than they anticipated. 

—-

They didn’t room together, so it was already bad enough not getting to see each other at nights. 

Paige found herself lying awake at night Azzi’s profile the closest she could get to her

—-

Me: I’m gonna murder Geno for this istg😩

I miss u 

Az: you saw me literally 30 minutes ago not even p 😂

Me: I don’t care it’s not enough I miss touching u and sleeping next to u and smelling ur hair. 

Az: maybe next tournament we will get roomed together 🤷‍♀️ 

I miss u too tho

Wanna get food in the morning? 

Me: can’t 

 I have to meet with the trainer earlier  

Az: damn really putting in the extra reps huh 

Me: yuh tryna be like u what can I say 😁

Az: fuck 

I really do miss u 

Me: we will get through it together

It will be worth the wait trust

…

I’ll do u right Az dw 

—-

In addition to the pause on the relationship, they decided to pause having sex until they had a break to go back home. They weren’t freaks or anything- kinda- but going months without it was harder than they thought. 

So far they were holding strong. 

—-

The next morning Azzi was slow to get up.

The sun was blasting in through the windows. When she slept with Paige, there was always a blanket covering the gaps so no sun could sneak through the creases. 

But Azzi was not with Paige.

She hadn’t been for a while, or at least since the summer break. It was now November just 4 games into their season and they would have to wait all the way until Christmas break to sneak a sleepover without raising questions from their nosy teammates. 

You weren’t allowed to sleep in another dorm, it was just a college rule. No one checked up on it, but Azzi and Paige were still under class man so they didn’t have their own dorms yet, meaning not only did they stay in the suite with the rest of their teammates, but also shared a bedroom- Azzi with Caroline and Paige with Ice- meaning they had no way of getting a secret sleepover-their was simply no room. 

Azzi was annoyed when she woke up this morning. The sun was too bright, and Paige was busy. 

She glanced over at Caroline who was still asleep, looking at her phone. It was only 8 o’clock. They had practice at 1 and the weight room after. Azzi only had one class this morning at 11. 

3 hours. She had hoped she would get to spend with Paige, but for some reason Paige had decided to go meet with a special trainer to help her go over some new skills at like 5 in the morning.

Azzi rolled out of bed quietly walking to the bathroom to get herself ready. 

About an hour later she was about to get coffee herself when she got a text from Paige. 

—-

P: hey Az can u pick me up? 

Me: I thought you drove? 

How did u get there?

P: I’m not at the trainers anymore, I’m at the hospital. 

—-

Azzi froze, she felt her stomach drop all the way down to the floor. 

She felt sick. Her fingers hovering over the keyboard.

—-

P: I can’t drive cuz I broke my foot landing wrong on a layup 

Me: PAIGE WHAT???

ARE YOU SERIOUS ROGHT NOW?? 

GENO IS GOING TO KILL YOU

ARE YOU OKAY??

R U ON CRUTCHES????

CAN U WALK HOW BAD IS IT??

P: Azzi it’s okay I just need you to pick me up I have already talked to Geno don’t worry about me. 

Me: I’m on my way don’t move

P: yup don’t have to worry about that 😀 👍 

—- 

Azzi’s heart was in her stomach, they had only played 4 games together so far. Azzi came not just for Paige but to play with her. Their chemistry on the court was undeniable and was a big reason why they were doing so well. Without Paige there was no telling of how successful they would be as a team. 

As Azzi drove she couldn’t help the nagging guilt in her. She should have gone with her to practice this morning. She should have stopped her from overworking herself. 

She has been working so hard to make sure she is in the best shape, but it’s also because she can’t be with Azzi, working out is the only thing that gets her mind off of it. So Azzi couldn’t help but feel partially responsible. 

The guilt was also accompanied by pity. She knew how much Paige loved basketball, it was her whole life, and this was her first serious injury. 

When Azzi had torn her ACL in 2018, Paige had been the first one to protect her and take care of her, now it was Azzi’s turn. 

—-

Although Paige was upset and frustrated with herself she knew it wasn’t the worst case scenario. After watching Azzi go through the entire ACL tear and watching her resilience as she returned to the court, she had full belief that this would not be the end for her. 

The second she fell she thought of Azzi. Paige knew that Azzi would feel guilty for not being there. Paige knew that she pushed herself too hard. Paige felt this level of guilt when Azzi got hurt. Azzi shares a part of her heart and she knew that if Paige got hurt she would feel it too. 

When the doctor told her it was a minor fracture in her medial talus she was freaked out for sure, but remembering the look on Azzi’s face when the orthopedist told her she would be out for a year max and need surgery, she felt surprisingly grateful. 

She wasn’t expecting this reaction from herself. But knowing she would be back in as early as 2 months made her feel lucky more than anything. 

All she was worried about was Azzi. Sure it would be a setback. But she remembered what Azzi had told her after her knee surgery. 

“A setback is only a failure if you let it stop you from working hard.” 

And as Paige watched Azzi work tirelessly for those 12 months, she knew what the word resilience meant for the first time.

—- 

Azzi slammed the door of her car, racing into the building to find Paige.

When she saw her big blue eyes rimmed red and puffy from crying her own began to water. She quickly hurried over to her wrapping her arms around her. Looking down at her foot in its cast. 

“Oh my god Paige what did you do?” She says laughing out of shock with an obvious pain that showed Paige exactly how she felt. 

“I’m okay Azzi honestly, it’s just a minor fracture I’m only going to be out for a couple months.” Paige said squeezing her shoulder

Azzi reached out, touching the hard cast. 

“But you have been working so hard. We only just started.” Azzi said against her shoulder. 

“Exactly . We have so much time together it’s okay. It’s just a minor setback, but after watching you recover and work so hard- maybe I needed this- maybe I needed this setback to put in perspective how much this really means to me.” Paige paused, pulling Azzi away from her grasp to look her in the eye. 

“ I believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe it isn’t clear now, but I’m sure it will be soon. Who knows maybe I’ll have the comeback of the year or something.” Paige said with a laugh. 

Azzi felt a little better hearing her laugh and seeing a smile on her beautiful face. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Does it hurt.” Azzi said worriedly, helping her to her feet and grabbing her some crutches. 

“Nah I’m okay don’t worry it only hurts a little.” Paige said wincing as she steadied herself, her face saying another story. 

Azzi gave her a knowing look and made her sit down.

Grabbing her crutches and helping her hobble over to her car. 

“I’m gonna pick up your car later okay?” Azzi said looking at Paige all comfy in her front seat, she always kept a blanket there, claiming it was in case she got cold, but paige was the only one who ever used it. 

“No, don’t leave. I want you to stay with me. Just today.” Paige pleaded, widening her eyes and fluttering her eyelashes. 

Azzi sighed. There was no arguing with her. 

As they pulled into their suite, the rest of the team was already there worried for her, including both Geno and CD and one of the athletic trainers. 

They spent about 45 minutes going over Paige's injury and talking about resilience and comeback and what not. 

Azzi ended up finding her unicorn arm cushions from when she tore her ACL and set Paige up with a nice comfy system. 

“Alright now for Paige’s sake I need someone to take good care of her while she is hurt.”  Geno started, looking around the room.

—

There were 4 suites for the team, 2 rooms in each one. The three were upstairs except for the one Azzi, Caroline, Amari, and Aubrey shared. 

—

“Ok Paige since you obviously won’t be going up the stairs for a little while, why don’t you stay down here and swap rooms with Caroline for the time being.” Geno continued. 

Paige and Azzi looked at each other. This would be the first time they slept in the same room since August. 

Paige couldn’t hide the smile that started curling on her lips, noticing Azzi having the same reaction. 

As everyone started to roll out of the room, one of the trainers paused. 

“Paige by the way, whatever you do u cannot get that cast wet. And you are going to have to get a bucket or something so you can sit in the shower. I’d recommend you get a teammate to help you clean yourself. You’re both girls, it's fine.” She said as she walked out the door. 

“Uhm so who’s going to literally shower paige.”  Aubrey said laughing. 

“I mean I guess it might make most sense for Azzi too since we are rooming…” Paige trailed off trying to hide her excitement of finally feeling Azzi’s soft fingers on her skin after all this time. 

“Wow, seems like someone knows exactly what she wants, I guess it’s settled, good luck Azzi…. And you should probably get on that cuz paige u smell like ass- must’ve been a good workout.” Amari chimed in laughing as Paige’s face turned bright red. 

Paige glanced at Azzi and watched as her lips twisted into a smirk 

“I have class in an hour but I guess if we make it quick.” Azzi said, looking  Paige up and down. 

Aubrey and Amari were completely clueless to the shift in the air. Paige on the other hand felt a warm sensation in her stomach as her panties dampened under Azzi’s intense stare. 

15 minutes later they were alone in the bathroom. The suite was empty except for them.

No one really suspected anything, if anything they felt bad for Paige having to be exposed like this. Paige on the other hand was both eager and nervous to be alone-naked with Azzi again.

Azzi locked the bathroom door.

“I feel like you got injured on purpose just so I would have to touch your naked body.” Azzi scoffed, creeping up to her. 

Paige had crutches into the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet as Azzi moved her crutches and set up a plastic crate in the shower for Paige to sit on. 

Paige's breath hitched as Azzi walked towards her placing her fingers on her shoulders running them up and down her arms. 

Paige looked up at her with needy eyes. 

“Missed you so bad.” She said taking in Azzi in front of her. 

“I can tell.” Azzi laughed watching the way her body flinched under her touch. 

Azzi leaned in and started to unzip her hoodie.

“I have missed you too.” Azzi whispered into her ear, pressing her lips against it as she slid her hoodie off her shoulders. 

Paige whined craving more, helping pull her arms out of the holes. 

“So much for not fucking while we are on campus.” Paige said in between breaths. 

“Who said we were gonna fuck?” Azzi questioned, teasingly laughing as Paige pouted.

“What? I'm just following the trainers orders, nothing wrong with this baby.” Azzi continued as she guided Paige to lift her arms, raising her shirt over her head.

Azzi’s eyes flicked over her abs, watching as Paige's nipples poked through her sports bra under her gaze. Azzi ran her fingers over the sports bra paying special attention to them through the cloth. 

“You didn’t hurt your arms, you know.” Azzi noted, as Paige raised her arms again, wanting Azzi to take off her other layer as she felt the heat throbbing in her pants. 

“Azzi come on. I’m crippled.” Paige whines. 

Azzi rolls her eyes dramatically, wrapping her fingers around the band of her sports bra and making a show as she takes it off of her, revealing Paige's breasts and pink nipples all hard for her. 

Azzi’s breath hitched as she saw her beautiful girl in front of her naked and on display for the first time in months. 

She wanted nothing more than to latch her mouth and rub her hands all over her nipples, but seeing Paige cocky smirk at her reaction made her want to make Paige beg for it. 

Azzi couldn’t deny how hot this side of Paige was, this desperately submissive side she had been hiding, she wasn’t about to give in just yet, she wanted to make it last. 

Paige huffed as Azzi moved down to her pants, ignoring her pink nipples longing to be sucked, and going straight to work.

Azzi looked up at Paige's desperation-filled eyes and wrapped her fingers around her pants. Paige lifted her ass clawing at Azzi’s back for support as Azzi slid them down her legs slowly paying extra careful attention to her hurt foot. 

Paige closed her legs embarrassed about how wet she was. 

She had thrown on grey Cotton panties so there was no doubt Azzi would see just how much Azzi was affecting her. 

Azzi looked at her with a smirk as she pulled her legs apart, her smirk growing as she saw the pool of wetness that had accumulated in her panties.

“Aw Paigey you’re soaked.” Azzi said teasingly as Paige's face grew red turning away from her, refusing to make eye contact with her. 

“I want you to look at me when I touch you.” Azzi said dominantly running her fingers along the waistband of her panties outlining the seam all the way down to the bottom of her ass. 

Paige shuttered, returning her glance to Azzi melting under her dominant brown eyes that would make her instantly release. 

Azzi ran her hands over Paige's face, pulling some of her blonde hair out of the way and back into the messy bun she had in.

“Let’s get these off and get you cleaned up… you’re such a mess.” Azzi said seductively wrapping her hands around the inner part of her panties brushing her fingers against Paige's folds. Paige let out a moan at the much needed contact. 

After her panties were removed and she was fully naked, Azzi helped her over to the shower, sitting her on the crate making sure her foot was still out of the way of the water.

Waiting no more time, Azzi grabbed a bottle of her soap- coconut and vanilla- the one that Paige would never stop smelling whenever she had it on, and began to massage it into her skin starting by standing behind her and rubbing it into her shoulders and back.

After a few minutes. Paige was confused why it was taking her so long, the need between her legs over powering her. 

“What are you doing?” Paige asked with a laugh as Azzi’s touch lingered against her back running up in back in a specific pattern 

“Writing my name.” Azzi responded simply, before leaning forward and clarifying, “I want you to know you’re mine.”

Paige let out a breathy moan at that, and shivered as Azzi, who was still standing outside of the shower, wrapped her arms from the back to the front of Paige's body blindly kneading her tits, rolling her nipples around in her fingers. 

“Just making sure I don’t miss a spot. Wanna make sure my pretty girl is done right.” Azzi said as Paige's breathing sped up. 

Azzi twists the bucket slightly so Paige is now facing her. She begins to spread the soap down, rubbing it into her lower stomach and passing the place Paige was craving to be touched.

Azzi rubbed her exposed foot and worked her way up massaging her calf and thigh slowly getting higher and higher on her thigh until she reached  her pussy. 

Mixing in some of the water Azzi began to move her hand closer to Paige's pussy, lightly brushing past her clit as she let the water wash off the soap. 

Paige moaned as the water pounded down on her clit, Azzi methodically worked the head of the shower so that it was lingering on her pussy, the warm water hitting her clit just where she needed it. 

Paige moaned at the contact and Azzi could no longer hold back any longer. She placed down the shower head back on the stand and she ran her fingers over paige’s pussy. 

“Need me bad huh.” Azzi whispered, staring at her pussy… 

Paige nodded desperately, thrusting her hips up balancing on her good leg, needing Azzi to apply contact. 

“Relax baby. Let me do the work.” Azzi said as Paige whined. 

She shoved Paige's hips back onto the bucket and began to run her fingers through her folds, rubbing small tight circles on her swollen clit. 

“You don’t know how much I have missed your beautiful pussy.” Azzi said, looking up at Paige as she thrusted 3 fingers inside her immediately, not giving her even a second to adjust to the stretch inside her. 

Paige yelped at the sudden feeling of Azzi inside of her that she had been craving for months. 

“oh god don’t stop baby.” Paige moaned, pulling Azzi closer to her, forcing her fingers deeper in until they hit her g spot. 

Azzi continued pounding into her curling her fingers upwards exploring Paige's cervix with her fingers while continuing to pound into her. 

Paige leaned up against the wall of the shower pulling Azzi towards her flexing her thighs as she began to feel her stomach tighten. 

“So close oh my god Azzi. Please.” 

Azzi, feeling her walls tighten, continued pounding into her, pressing on her lower stomach causing Paige to unravel underneath her. 

“Azzi oh god I’m coming.” Paige shouted as she moaned her wetness gushing out of her as Azzi rode out her high. 

Once Paige was just a pile of moans Azzi pulled her fingers out of her and popped them into her own mouth savoring her taste and making a show of herself sucking on them, refusing to make eye contact with paige.

Paige grabbed her by the hair forcing her tongue into her mouth moaning as she tasted herself in her mouth. 

“It’s not fair I’m the only one with no clothes on.” Paige noted, annoyed that she hadn’t gotten to see Azzi’s beautiful body yet. 

“Patience p.” Azzi said with a wink as she got up and grabbed a towel wiping off the rest of the water off of Paige's body.

She helped Paige hobble back to her room and got her situated, making sure her foot was elevated and she had plenty of Advil. 

“I’m gonna go grab you something to eat, I have class in like 45 minutes so I can’t be long.” Azzi said, taking off her shirt to change.

“Wait ow it hurts.” Paige said calmly to not stress out Azzi. 

But Azzi being how she is rushed over to paige. 

“Are you okay, do u need another pillow, more Advil?” Azzi started questioning, but was interrupted when Paige pulled her onto her lap so Azzi was straddling her. 

“It’s not fair that I was the only one who got fucked today.” Paige said smirking as she ran her hand over Azzi’s breasts that were poking through her tank top. 

“No bra? It’s like ur asking for me to fuck you. How am I supposed to focus on resting when I can see your pretty nipples through your shirt.” Paige noted pulling the straps of Azzi’s tank top down.

“Paige you need to rest come on.” Azzi said, but her breath hitched despite her and she let out a soft moan as Paige pulled her shirt up revealing her nice tits. 

Without saying anything Paige began to rub them, pulling Azzi towards her and wrapping her lips around her nipple. She sucked watching as Azzi moaned into her. 

Azzi could feel the wetness that had already formed in her shorts from when she finger fucked paige minutes earlier. 

“I don’t want you to over do it.” Azzi said between moans as Paige's fingers trailed lower on her stomach. 

“How bout u sit on my face.” Paige said with a smirk as Azzi immediately went red. 

“I’m too heavy paige oh my god that’s no I don’t think-“ Azzi started protesting but paige grabbed her ass squeezing it tightly as she pushed Azzi up towards her mouth sitting her so her legs were on either side of her head. 

At this point Azzi was hovering over her in just her pink Nike shorts. Without another word Paige pulled her shorts to the side and pushed Azzi down on her tongue. 

Azzi let out a loud moan in shock at the sudden pressure. Paige's nose brushed her clit as she dipped her tongue in and out of Azzi.

Pulling it out she began to swirl it around her clit flicking it up and down against her. 

Paige grabbed Azzi’s ass, grinding her against her mouth tasting her wetness. 

“Missed this pussy- taste so good” paige said against her pussy. The vibrations of her voice overstimulate Azzi as she feels her climax start to close in.

“Feels so good.” Azzi moans “gonna come oh god.” Azzi feels herself try to pull away but paige’s strong hand keeps her tight on her face continuing to fuck her with her tongue.

“Look at me baby. You can come for me.” Paige says without stopping. 

Azzi meets her eyes and instantly crumbles under the dominance of the blue eyes. She started coming her white syrup pouring into Paige's mouth as Paige used her tongue to shovel every drop of it into her mouth. Savoring the taste of her. 

“You taste amazing. I have missed this.” Paige said happily looking at Azzi who was folded over on top of her. 

Azzi moved to the side to look into her beautiful blue eyes. Laughing as she sees some of her come on her nose. She kisses it off smiling.

“To be honest I don’t think I can not do this for another month.” Azzi said, running her hand lovingly over Paige's face. Ya I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem anymore, Paige said looking at her phone seeing a text from Aubrey.

—-

Aub: Can u guys shut the fuck up. Like my ears are bleeding 😀

It cannot be that good Azzi

whole new meaning to that 69 joke you made. 

U held out well I’ll give u that, guess I owe ice 50 bucks. 

—-

Paige laughed, turning back to Azzi, who looked a little nervous. 

“What if Geno finds out and gets bad at us.” Azzi starts. “I don’t want him worried that we are going to mess up the team if we break up.” 

Azzi said worriedly as she snuggled closer to paige. 

“Baby don’t worry, that’s not gonna happen, we won’t break up, can’t even go a month without you so trust when I say I could never live without you.” Paige said, reassuring her, and touching her now messy, curly hair. 

“You have girlfriend hair.” She laughed trying to pat it down for her. 

“Ughh paigeee.” Azzi whines, flattening it with her hands and shoving Paige back before snuggling up into her chest. 

“I love you P.” She says muffled by her chest.

“Love you too Az.” Paige replies wrapping her fingers in her hair pulling her closer to her heart where she will keep her forever. 

[emilsendo]

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) X Male Reader

Type: SMUT

Warnings: Slightly Dom!bottom Dabi, mentions of cheating and stalking, cumming inside, swearing, masturbation(fingering), unofficial relationship, etc.

Request: Nah

You and Dabi are in an unofficial relationship, it's often the case that neither of you speaks and when you do, the conversation usually ends with the exchange of a few words, sometimes there are days when you meet at your apartment just to satisfy Dabi's sexual needs. To put it most politely, by fucking him into space or by letting him do it himself while riding you.

For this guy, the choice between one or the other is not important, he only cares about having fun and relaxing in your company after a whole day of misery that he caused with his fire and himself.

This night was no different than the previous ones. Dabi was heading towards your apartment, he hadn't been there in a long time, except for the times he simply stared at you through the window while you slept to "make sure" you got home safely from work. After all, you weren't born with the quirk and there were plenty of thugs in this city just waiting for fresh meat to rob.

Although Dabi explains it to be just a checking if you're dreaming about him. Well, he's not used to treating you differently, not that it bothers you, as long as you both get something out of your slightly sick relationship, then it's all perfect.

The street was empty, the rain was pouring down, and the aforementioned villain was getting closer and closer to his target. Once there, he jumped on your window, staring intensely like a cat through the glass to see where you were...but you weren't there. Dabi raised an eyebrow suspiciously, though, more out of irritation. Where were you? This is the first time in a long time that you weren't in bed at this hour...Did his kitten have someone on the side who might be able to take you away from him? No. Dabi sincerely doubted it, mostly because he knew and saw HOW his body and he himself affected you. There was no one better than him.

The window was open, so he took that as an invitation to come in. After all, he wasn't going to sit like a stray cat on your window while the rain poured down. Dabi slipped into your bedroom, it was dark, the lights were off outside, so there was no other explanation except that you'd be home later.

Todoroki took off his soaked black coat, tossing it lazily on the floor to dry. He sat down comfortably on your bed, not giving a damn that he hadn’t taken off his dirty boots. He folded his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling in boredom.

".....Where is my naughty kitten? I am gettin' annoyed." he said in a hoarse voice that sounded as unruffled as ever, although he felt impatience. No wonder, he's been walking around with a tent in his pants for 4 hours, that's why he came here. And you're not here, to spite him.

Dabi took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he settled into a comfortable position on his back. Listening to the sound of the rain outside the window.

But how long can a guy wait?

Not even 7 minutes had passed and the brunette with spiky hair started searching for lube in the drawer next to the bed. Once he found it, he laid her down next to him on the bed, then pulled down his pants and then his underwear. Seeing how his cock was painfully hard and leaking, his hole all swollen from emptiness that he wanted to fill with something only you could give him. He hissed slightly under his breath at the sight, feeling desperate to get some relief. So without wasting any time he lubed his fingers. He spread his legs enough to give himself room to work his fingers. He missed your touch so much that he immediately inserted 2 fingers inside himself, biting his scarred lips lightly as he began to move his fingers at a rather fast pace for the beginning of play.

"Fuck~...I'm currently giving my kitten an awesome show~ I can't wait to see his face. He will be soooo~ uH~ Speechless." he said through light moans from imagining what awaited him when you finally showed up. His arm covered his eyes, closing them after to enjoy his fantasy, his fingers moving sometimes faster and sometimes slower to leave the most interesting part for you.

You returned home 15 minutes after the time you usually return to bed. You took off the rest of your unnecessary and soaked clothes, heading up the stairs to the bedroom. However, in front of the door you heard familiar growls and hoarse moans, without hesitation you went inside.

The sight before you instantly made you feel your pants tighten. Dabi was laying/sitting on your bed, his legs spread, giving you a perfect view of him finger fucking himself, his intense gaze staring into yours while his dick occasionally twitched everytime he went deeper. His puffy hole all pink and desperate looking, seems like his fingers aren’t doing enough job.

"Well well well...look who finally came to his lover. Don't you feel guilty seeing me like this because of you?" the man with icy blue eyes spoke, giving you a smirk.

"I didn't know I'd have a guest." You replied with a slight joke in your voice, returning his gaze filled with lust.

"Boring excuse..." the brunette commented with disappointment, while he withdrew his fingers from himself. Looking at you with expectation, as if he was ordering you with his eyes. Dabi settled more comfortably on the bed, one hand resting on his knee and the other resting on the sheets. You raised an eyebrow at that, already knowing what he was waiting for, but you wanted to piss him off for your own satisfaction. Touya understood what you were trying to achieve, he frowned and then let out a scowl.

"C'mon, move your ass, are you waiting for a special invitation? I think my spread legs are enough." You chuckle at his sharp command, before moved to approach your bed. "Okay, okay, calm down, your kitten will take care of you, after all, you've been so good waiting here for me."

Moans and growls quickly filled the room, the smell of clean, washed sheets replaced by the smell of sex and sweat. Dabi, on the other hand, was on your lap, his fire-scarred back on full display before your eyes, as was his ass. His hands were tightened around your thighs, his black painted nails digging into your (s/c) skin. Previously spiky hair was now slightly flattened, disheveled and wet with sweat. The icy blue-eyed man was bouncing on your big dick at an incredibly fast and juicy pace. Giving you plenty of room to enjoy the view before you, your strong hands held his hips, occasionally touching his buttocks. “Squeeze me harder,” you said through your panting breaths, your eyes staring at his right profile as he turned his gaze to you at the order. Dabi chuckled under his breath, groaning slightly as he felt you twitch inside him. “Am I that hot in your opinion that my gaze brings you such joy? I’m touched…” he said sarcastically, then did as you asked, tightening his jelly walls around you, slowing his bouncing to savor the feeling. AND to give you a better show.

Your head fell further back on the bed, gritting your teeth from the intense pleasure. Wanting nothing more than to fuck him all night long. You began thrusting much faster upwards to hit his prostate. Causing waves of gasping moans from Dabi, who could barely contain himself from screaming like a hooker in a cheap dive. Not that it bothered him... he liked playing with you, sex with you was his favorite pastime.

"Fuck...I'm about to come." You said on your breath and he replied "You know what to do, kitten~" meaning that you would pour your seed into him.

Dabi jumped on you a few times really hard, making sure his hole was squeezing you strong enough to get what he wanted. After a minute it was over, you both came at the same time, you stained his insides white and he stained his stomach and legs. Todoroki stuck his tongue out from the excitement and powerful orgasm. He stayed on you for a few seconds to calm down, then he pulled you out of him, causing your cum to leak out of him. "Fufu..." the man fell onto the bed next to you, closing his eyes and a sly, yet completely tired smile appeared on his face.

"....Do you want to take a shower?"

"Nah. I want another round."

[kiss-inthekitchen]

favorite insomniac | spencer reid

a little warm-up exercise i just finished <3 you can't sleep, so you decide to call the only other person you know who would be awake at this hour. ~500 words

You don’t get insomnia. Usually, you fall asleep quickly and easily, and then devolve into any number of nightmares or vivid dreams or somethings that cause to you wake up feeling like you hadn’t slept at all. 

Obviously not great. But not insomnia.

Tonight, however, is not a usual night.

You roll over once again, after what feels like hours but is probably only twenty minutes of lying as still as possible and trying to will your body to be tired. You check the time on your phone; 3:14 AM. 

Ugh. You have to be at work in less than 6 hours, awake in less than 5. Closer to 4, if you want to actually look presentable. 

You groan, scrubbing your hands over your face and barely resisting the urge to start punching your pillows. 

And then you give up. 

There’s one insomniac you know who’s got a pretty good chance of being awake right now. You've dialed the number before you can even think about it. The line rings once, and you realize what an inappropriate, quite possibly disrespectful choice this had been. You’re about to hang up, hovering over the red button, when you hear him. 

“Hey,” he says, voice raspy. 

Oh god, oh god. “Please tell me I didn’t wake you up.” 

“No,” Spencer chuckles bitterly, “You didn’t. What’s wrong?” 

“I can’t sleep?” 

His eyebrows raise halfway to his hairline. “So you called me?” 

You and Spencer are coworkers. You’re friends. You just don’t really hang out much outside of work and work-related events. Not that you haven’t wanted to, you just… don’t really know how. Or if you should. Or if it would be particularly smart. 

“I’m so sorry. I figured if anyone was liable to be awake right now, it’d be… I wasn’t thinking. I’ll let you go, I’m–” 

“Hey, it’s alright,” he says, amused. You’re the only person he ever gets the opportunity to calm down; he’s usually the most nervous person in the room. “This doesn’t usually happen to you though, does it?” 

“No,” you huff, flopping back against your pillows. “I’d ask you for tips, but whatever you’re doing clearly isn’t working.” 

“That’s nice.” 

“Am I wrong?” 

“No, you’re not wrong.” 

You make a self-satisfied little “hmph” sound. 

“What did you call me for then?” 

Something in the timbre of his voice makes your heart speed up. “I don’t know, human connection across the ether that is 3 AM?” The sense that you’re the only two people in the universe. The sound of his voice. Not that you could say that part out loud.

“Wanna go for a drive?”

Huh? “Wh– We have work in, like, 5 hours.” 

“Oh, you haven’t been counting, have you?”

“You mean like thinking ‘if I fall asleep right now at this moment I could get 5 hours of sleep’ but then I still don’t fall asleep and I watch the minutes go by until it’s only 4 and a half hours and then I get angry at myself for being awake and then I’m somehow even more awake?” 

He chuckles, dark and rich through the phone. “The classic trap. Never count the hours.” 

“Now you tell me.” 

“Alright,” he grunts, and you hear him shuffling around, “I’m picking you up.”

“You're what?!"

"I'm picking you up," his voice lilts up, almost like a question. But not like he's asking for permission, more like he's teasing you. Like he knows your answer anyway.

"Now? You have a car?” 

“Yes, now. And yes, I have a car,” you hear jingling on the other end. “You’re gonna like it.”

[writeonwhiskey]

act like you love me: ch 5

a/n: more of the build up. enjoy! word count: 8293 tracklist: Question, Get Cool, Mixtape: OH [ master list ]

5 - The Line Between Tents

WEEK 4 (continued)

Your brain is nothing more than a network of anxiety when you arrive on set. You’re counting your steps to keep your mind from spiraling, wanting to pretend like it’s just another day. As if last night didn’t happen. As if you didn’t voluntarily kiss Hyunjin under the pretense of practicing and then grind yourself on his cock. As if your heart wasn’t torn when he insisted Changbin drive you, but you declined profusely because you couldn’t trust yourself to be that close and alone with him again, even though you were going to the same place. 

Doing that last night was supposed to help take the edge off filming today, however it’s done the exact opposite. The scene is only a page long, but you know filming it could take hours. Hours of staring into his eyes. Hours of pressing your lips together. But this time you’ll be in front of a dozen people. You feel queasy at the thought of it.

Because the real problem isn’t the script or the onlookers, not even your scene partner. It’s the fact that a part of you doesn’t mind. A part of you wants to feel that spark again. And that’s dangerous. 

Hyunjin is your co-star. You should not be feeling anything for him. Acting 101 explicitly warns against falling for your costar. And you’re failing miserably at it.

Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to let your guard down—to let yourself see his charm as genuine. 

In the hair and makeup trailer, you’re lounging on the couch just staring at the wall, when Felix and Yuna enter. You force a smile and sit in front of the vanity as they dutifully come to your side and start their work.

“Were you up late after the club?” Felix asks. 

He hooks a finger under your chin to tilt your head around, inspecting the bags under your eyes. You hardly slept a wink.

“Is it that obvious?”

He offers you a kind smile instead of answering, bless his heart. Yuna gets to work on your hair as he sets his makeup case on the counter and opens it, looking over the different products he’ll need to make you presentable.

“We’re styling you for the kiss scene, right?” Yuna asks and you nod. “You nervous?”

You wish you had the freedom to open up and spill the tea about what happened last night, to have someone to talk this through with, but you can’t. You have not only your reputation to think about, but Hyunjin’s as well. Word can’t get out about what’s going on between you two.

“Yeah. My anxiety is in overdrive,” you admit.

“Have you rehearsed?”

Her question causes an onslaught of images to course through your mind of last night. You straddling him. His lips on yours. His hand on your neck. The way his mouth tasted. 

You rehearsed alright. A little too well.

“N-no,” you shake your head.

Felix pauses the movement of his brush against your face and leans back, watching you carefully with narrowed eyes.

“I mean, not really. We’ve done some blocking and whatnot, but we haven’t rehearsed the actual kiss,” you attempt to recover from your shitty lie.

You don’t know if it’s believable, but thankfully Felix gets back to work without commenting on it.

“It’s part of the job, honey,” Yuna says.

“I know,” you sigh. “It’s just another first—they’re all being packed into one experience. It’s a lot.”

Felix offers a soft smile, rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb before changing the subject. You close your eyes, partaking in the conversation for a bit until their synchronized work lulls you into a short, but much needed, nap.

Yuna gently shakes you awake when Jeongin comes to get you. He smiles shyly as he extends a hand to help you down the steps. 

“Forgive me if I was a little out of character last night,” he says, walking at your side. 

“We all have those nights,” you shrug it off, knowing exactly how he feels. “Did you come get me just to apologize?”

After all this time on set, you know your way around pretty well by now.

“Taking you to the interview with Elle Korea,” he reminds you.

“That’s today?” You mentally kick yourself for being so consumed by the aftereffects of that damn kiss and having to do it again today that you’d forgotten about it. 

“Yes. Shouldn’t take more than twenty or thirty minutes, though.”

As you approach the inn, you spot a large white canopy on the lawn with cameras set up all around it. Hyunjin is seated in a director’s chair beneath the canopy, with an empty seat next to him. Seeing him there—not just on time, but early—surprises you. 

A PA from the magazine crew comes to mic you up before you’re seated.

“Good morning,” Hyunjin greets you.

“Morning,” you say softly, sparing him a quick glance.

The interviewer arrives and gets mic’d up too.

“How did you sleep?” Hyunjin asks.

“Like a rock,” you lie. “You?”

He covers the mic on his collar with his hand, leaning towards you as he replies, “Same. Definitely didn’t dream of what color they were, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“It certainly isn’t,” you reply sharply, nipping his flirtation in the bud.

You can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t look at him. He has to know last night was a one-time thing. You have to set some boundaries.

The lights beaming down on you add an unnecessary layer of heat to your body and your hands suddenly feel clammy as the interviewer takes his seat.

You can’t help but feel nervous—it’s your first interview for anything. And even though it won’t be released until closer to the series air date, you want to get it right. There’s no room for mistakes in your position. It just doesn’t help that the man seated next to you has an energy radiating off him that’s calling your name and you’re doing your best to ignore it.

“Ready?” the interviewer asks.

You and Hyunjin nod in sync.

“We’ll talk a bit about the project, then a bit about yourselves. Nothing too wild,” he reassures you.

You take a deep breath and nod again, smiling as the cameras roll.

“How has the start of filming been?” the interviewer asks.

You share a quick glance with Hyunjin, and he gives a subtle nod for you to speak first.

“It’s been really good so far—even better since coming to Gyeongju,” you begin. “Being away from home and having to rely on each other has brought us closer. The whole cast and crew are great, and the people here have been really welcoming.”

“It’s the same with any project,” Hyunjin says next. “Working out the kinks, finding commonality to bridge the gap of being strangers and coming together to work as a team.”

He switches into work mode effortlessly. Articulating his answers with the professionalism you’ve seen him carry in countless interviews before. Regardless of the chaos you’re feeling internally, having him next to you for this manages to provide a sense of comfort…and that in itself is a wild realization.

“How have you two been getting along?”

He lets you answer first again.

“I’ve actually worked with Hyunjin once before,” you say with a smile, glancing over at him, acting like the chummiest of co-stars. “We kind of just picked up where we left off.”

It’s an honest answer. Omitting the larger truth, perhaps, but it’s grounded in the truth.

Hyunjin lets out a small, barely audible chuckle at your response. “We did. I’m sure we’ll only get closer as we continue but, yeah, it has been fun and entertaining so far.”

You fight to keep looking forward and control every muscle in your face.

Only get closer? In what way?

A very particular way of getting closer creeps into your mind and you have to beat it into submission to stay focused on the interview.

The interviewer asks more routine questions about the storyline and your characters. You become more at ease as the time passes…until he directs a question specifically at you.

“y/n, being a foreign actor, what does it mean to land a role like this for you?”

You knew questions like this were bound to come. It’s inevitable that you’d have to talk about it at some point, so you try not to take it as a dig.

“It’s a huge opportunity—I know that. I’m thankful for it, and for the trust Director Bang and the producers have put in me. I could never thank them enough.”

“Are you hoping that this role will pave a way for other foreigners to land major roles in Korean dramas?”

“First and foremost, I’m hoping to do this character and the story justice. I don’t have the bravado to claim I’m the actress that’s going to open a door for those coming after me, but if it happened, that would be an amazing bonus to working on this project.”

You smile after the long-winded answer, hoping everything came out in the right way.

“You know, you sound almost like a native,” the interviewer smirks and your stomach drops. “How do you think the public will react to seeing you in a lead role?”

You’ve heard this statement time and time again to the point that you’re used to it. The difference right now is that there are cameras pointed at your face and an interviewer who keeps throwing curveball questions your way. It’s as if he wants to get a reaction out of you. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, and you can feel Hyunjin’s eyes on you again, but you don’t dare look at him.

“With an open mind, I hope. I’m working hard.” You answer simply this time, short and straight to the point.

The interviewer turns his attention to your costar. Your pulse continues to increase at the next question.

“Hyunjin, how has it been having to work with a foreigner?”

Hyunjin’s gaze remains on you, watching carefully as your smile falters, but you still can’t bring yourself to look at him. You don’t want to see his expression—is it one of pity? Secondhand embarrassment? He’s taking a risk being in a project like this, what if he’s not satisfied with the way you’ve answered?

“What do you mean?” Hyunjin asks, tone flat, as he finally looks away to face the interviewer.

“How is her work ethic?”

“I don’t understand what you’re implying.”

The bitter edge in his voice catches you off guard and you slowly turn to look at him. His arms are crossed in front of his chest and an unmistakable look of annoyance has taken over his features. 

Is he…defending you? After the steps he’s taken recently to make sure you’re comfortable, it shouldn’t come as a shock. But it does.

“I’m asking, how does working with y/n compare to other native Korean female co-stars you’ve had?”

Hyunjin is silent for what seems like hours. You glance from him to the interviewer, to the cameras and crew. You can feel the tension surrounding you and it makes you want to vanish into thin air.

“She’s no different than anyone I’ve worked with before,” he finally answers, dully. “Male or female. Korean or not. I would never compare or rank my co-stars, anyways. Least of all based on their nationality.”

The interviewer sits back in his chair, as if the slight change in distance could save him from the cold glare Hyunjin is giving him.

“And y/n speaks our language more properly than me or you. She’s lived here for almost eight years, and she graduated from Korea National University of Arts. She’s worked hard for this. She deserves to be sitting next to me as much as anyone.”

Your eyes open wide at that—you’ve never talked to him about your personal or educational background. How does he know any of that?

“Yes, of course. I wasn’t—” the interviewer attempts to back track from Hyunjin’s intensity.

“You were.”

Hyunjin’s words ring with finality as he stands. He starts taking off his microphone, looking pointedly at you until you do the same.

“Got everything you need?” he asks the interviewer, dropping his mic on the empty chair. He doesn’t wait for an answer as he starts walking away.

You gently place your mic on the chair, turn to the interviewer and crew. You bow while muttering, “Thank you.”

Hyunjin has the freedom to behave in such a way, but you do not. You still must show grace and professionalism regardless of what’s being said to or about you.

Your heart is still racing as you follow after Hyunjin around the back of the inn, feeling like your first interview was a shitshow. 

Was that the right move? Should you have told him not to defend you? How are they going to edit that together? Will they show him storming off? You can just imagine the salacious headlines now.

Fuck.

But, regardless of the fallout, you’re so, so appreciative of the praise he doused over you.

“Hyunjin,” you call out, jogging to catch up to him.

He stops walking and turns to face you, eyes still hardened.

“T-thank you,” you manage to get out under the intensity of his stare. “For sticking up for me.”

He takes a deep breath, eyes softening as he focuses on you instead of the situation you just left behind.

“He was really starting to irritate me with those questions,” he tells you. “Who the fuck does he think he is?”

You glance at the ground. “It’s to be expected—even with this role, I’m reminded that I don’t necessarily belong here.”

Hyunjin hooks a finger under your chin, lifting your head back up.

“Fuck that. And fuck him. I get you want to remain professional, but don’t ever let anyone fuck with you like that, you hear me?” He says sternly, dropping f-bombs like there’s no tomorrow.

You nod slowly, doing your best not to react to him touching you. You want to crumble into his arms, because right now, you know without a doubt that he’d catch you. Hold you. Console you.

“Do you think they’ll scrap the interview?” you ask softly. “I don’t want this to reflect badly on the series.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugs, dropping his finger from your chin. “I’ll make a call.”

He offers a small smile before turning around and continuing to set with you following close behind again. 

Not long ago, Hyunjin subtly flexing his connections would have annoyed you. But in this moment, as you watch him walk in front of you with his confident swagger, it comes off as extremely endearing.

Last night at the club felt like one thing—something purely physical. The way he looked at you then, you could easily brush off as desire, perhaps. However, the way he just spoke up for you is something entirely different. 

It’s too much. Too much kindness. Too much intensity. It’s stirring the pot of something dangerous. And now you’re about to kiss him again. The lines are blurring fast, and you’re not sure how to protect yourself if they disappear completely. You know you need to reinforce the line somewhere, but how can you when he’s being this considerate of not only you, but your career too.

When you make it to set, Chan is already waiting, crouched beside the monitor as usual. He motions you and Hyunjin over and dives straight into the shot, explaining the angle and tone. He wants it to feel spontaneous, but emotionally grounded—like the moment snuck up on both of you. You nod along, trying to take deep breaths in an attempt to combat your elevated heart rate that’s been spiking for the past thirty minutes.

You remind yourself that this isn’t a repeat of last night. This is different. This isn’t you and Hyunjin. This is Jae-hoon and the innkeeper. There are cameras and crew all around. This is work. There’s no chance the kiss could unravel into something more with all those factors. 

But when you step into place and the cameras start rolling, that argument shatters instantly.

You fall into character, thinking of the moments these two have shared that brought them to this point. Jae-hoon, still adjusting to his new quiet and reserved lifestyle, has been stepping up around the inn. It’s led to late nights and laughter with the innkeeper and here they are now, folding the regular cotton linen in the small laundry room. 

Lines flow; expressions land. 

The tension builds just as it should. 

And then the moment arrives.

The kiss.

The kiss with Jae-hoon. Not Hyunjin. Jae-hoon.

But who are you kidding at this point?

He steps forward, and his eyes lock on yours—steady, searching, familiar. Like they did last night. He reaches up, brushes your hair behind your ear, thumb grazing your cheek. A gentle, practiced gesture. But your breath catches all the same.

You remind yourself of where you are. You know what you’re supposed to do. But as his face inches closer, a thousand thoughts swirl around your mind at once. You become overly aware of everything—the feel of his hand on your face, the minty smell of his breath, the dolly system pushing the camera forward toward you.

And you freeze. Just for a second. Just long enough for Chan to call, “Cut.”

“Sorry,” you say quickly, stepping back. “I just—can we go again?”

“Reset to one,” Seungmin says. 

You chew on the inside of your lip, watching as the cameraman pulls the camera back to its starting position. You don’t want to keep flubbing this, but the pressure is on.

You turn back to Hyunjin. He appears calm externally, but his eyes say otherwise. Like he felt your hesitation. Like he’s questioning himself.

“Sorry,” you say softly to him.

“You okay?” he asks. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Even if you wanted to tell him, you wouldn’t dare risk your conversation being picked up by the boom mics overhead. 

You reset and take a deep breath before attempt number two.

You get through the dialogue and this time at least make it to the actual kiss. His lips land on yours and you stiffen, and you fear Chan is going to call cut again, but he doesn’t. Maybe it’s not noticeable.

It looks fine, technically speaking, but it feels empty. There’s a split second where your mouths move, but there’s no heat, no spark, no you. You’re still too in your head. Thinking about what it all means. About how none of this overthinking should even be happening.

Another cut.

Chan makes the decision to just work on the closeup, saying that they’ve got the dialogue needed during the wide shot. The boom mics are removed, and the camera is stationary less than five feet away from you.

Hyunjin steps closer to you and rests his hand next to yours on the washing machine. His pinky ever so subtly moves on top of yours. You glance at your hands, then up to him and he nods reassuringly. 

He moves his hand as the third take starts and something shifts. His eyes lose the concerned look and it’s replaced by something else, something familiar and enticing. He brings his hand up to brush your hair back, but instead of grazing your cheek with his thumb, he cups the back of your neck like last night.

“Do it like you mean it this time,” he whispers through his teeth to keep his lips still.

He caresses the back of your neck and then his lips are on yours again. It’s soft at first. Gentle. Like a question. He gently squeezes the back of your neck, prompting you to answer it.

This time, your lips move in sync and heat blooms in your chest. Your lips part and his tongue enters your mouth. You moan—quiet, instinctual—and thank god there’s no audio being captured. Your fingers curl into his shirt without even thinking. 

You forget the cameras. The lights. Even the crew.

It’s just the two of you.

His hand slides down to your waist, the other moves from your neck to cup your face. You lean into him, chasing more.

Until—

“Cut!”

—and the sound of the set's commotion comes blaring into your ears. 

You step back, breath shallow. His too, judging by the rise and fall of his chest.

“I—I think we got it,” Chan says, surprised. “Let’s get some close ups for coverage, yeah?”

Fucking coverage.

You get through the next few takes much easier but keep your conversation with Hyunjin short between them. You don’t want to comment on that moment. You don’t want to comment on a lot right now. 

WEEK 5

The air on set feels lighter, though you can’t tell if it’s because you’ve made it past the kissing scene—or because Hyunjin has been filming off-site with Chan for the past few days. Either way, the inn location is quieter, with Seungmin handling direction as the assistant director. 

At lunch, you sit at an empty table near craft services, still wired from too much caffeine and trying not to smudge your lip tint on your coffee cup. You’re scrolling through your phone when the chairs in front of you scrape across the floor in unison. 

You look up. Minho, Seungmin and Han are welcoming themselves to your table. Technically, it’s not your table—but there are plenty of others.

“Got plans for the long weekend?” Minho asks. 

It’s your first extended break in weeks. Three full days off. You were hoping to spend at least two of them being a couch potato, ordering delivery and watching trash TV. 

“I do,” you say.

Planning to do nothing is still a plan. 

“We’re going camping for a night. You should come,” Han grins. “It’ll be fun.”

“I’m not built for camping,” you reply, shaking your head. “But thanks.”

Felix and Jeongin wander over, grinning like giddy schoolboys.

“Alright, I’m bringing everything we need for s'mores,” Felix announces, plopping down beside you.

“I’ve got the hotplates and side dishes,” Jeongin adds, sitting on your other side. He nudges your shoulder playfully as a greeting. 

“Perfect,” Han says, ticking it off on his fingers. “Minho’s on grill duty and bringing the meat, I’ve got drinks and Seungmin’s bringing…wait, what are you bringing?”

“Antihistamines,” Seungmin deadpans.

There’s a pause. No one knows if he’s joking or not. 

He’s not.

“Right.” Han recovers quickly. “y/n, we still need someone to bring the bowls, plates and cutlery.”

You press your lips into a firm line and shake your head. 

“I really do appreciate the invite, but I’d rather not be eaten alive by mosquitoes.”

“We have repellent,” Minho shrugs. “And the campsite uses citronella candles and rosemary around the sleeping areas.”

“I have no idea what that means, Minho,” you stare at him blankly.

“It means you’ll be fine,” he says. “You should come. It’s just for one night.”

“No thanks. Final answer.”

And you really want it to be. 

It almost is, too. Until you’re on the way back to the hotel and your phone rings. Your brow furrows seeing Chan’s name on the display. You immediately answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, y/n. How’d everything go today?”

“Good. Seungmin crushed it.”

“Love to hear it,” he says warmly. “So listen—I got a call today. Great news, actually. I want to tell you in person. You’re coming camping, right?”

Your eyes widen. “Wait, you’re going?”

“Yeah, figured it’s a good team-building thing. I’ve been so slammed, haven’t had the time to hang out with you all. So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You hesitate. “Uh…”

What kind of news is important enough to warrant a face-to-face?

You really wanted to spend your days off doing nothing. But if even Chan is going…won’t it look weird if you don’t? 

“Y-yeah, I’ll be there. See you tomorrow.”

You hang up, thumbs still hovering over your screen.

There’s one variable you haven’t accounted for.

Is Hyunjin going?

You haven’t seen him all day. Haven’t talked. Haven’t texted. 

And now you might be stuck with him in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and tents, and way too many chances to be alone together.

You exhale slowly.

If you just keep your distance, everything will be fine. 

You rush down to the lobby with your bags around 10:00am, decked out in dark grey cargo pants and a black shirt. You spot the Sprinter van out front and dart towards it. The door is wide open when you get to it, the chatter from inside spilling onto the sidewalk.

The Sprinter van is far more lavish than you would have imagined. It smells like new leather, polished wood and…beef jerky?

Immediately to the right are three seats facing the back of the van, already occupied. Minho’s got headphones on, Jeongin is passed out with a neck pillow, and Felix is turned around, chatting with Chan and Han through the partition. You step inside and greet them all. Through the partition you see Chan is in the driver’s seat and Han is riding shotgun, fiddling with the display to get some music going.

You turn to the left and see that you’re the last one in. Seungmin and Changbin are in the middle row, snacking on beef jerky. Your eyes fall on the only open spot left in the back row. Next to Hyunjin.

Of course.

You hesitate for a second too long before walking toward him. He grabs his bag from the seat and moves it to the floor without a word, clearing the space for you. You sit and drop your bags at your feet and in the aisle. You fasten your seatbelt and lean against the side of the van. The aisle is already separating the two of you, but even that doesn’t feel like enough. After a few days of not seeing him, you’re a puddle of confusion on how to act around him. You unlock your phone to scroll through aimlessly, just to have something to do.

Chan calls out to check that everyone has their seatbelts on as Han finally gets the music going. 

“So…you got ambushed into this too?” Hyunjin asks.

You glance at him. “Something like that.”

He quietly considers your response as the van lurches forward. 

“You always pack this much tension for camping trips?”

You bristle at that.

“I would have preferred a better seat, that’s all,” you reply, snarkily, sounding more like the version of yourself from week one.

“Oh, yeah? Maybe you should have been on time then.”

He says it so smugly. But instead of wanting to lunge for his throat like you used to, you want to mount him and show him what smug is.

“It was one minute past ten when I made it to the lobby,” you elaborate without prompt. “Besides, I wasn’t planning to come, so I had to run out and get a few things and make sure I packed the right kind of socks.”

“Riveting,” he says, eyes flicking to your phone. “Hope you posted it on Instagram.”

You huff a quiet laugh and look away.

During the drive, Felix suggests trivia. Jeongin counters with “Who’s Most Likely To.” Seungmin threatens to duct tape everyone’s mouths shut. No one listens. Changbin joins in right away and eventually, you and Seungmin do, too. Minho reluctantly pulls off one headphone to listen in as everyone votes him most likely to be a secret crime boss. The van fills with laughter and shouts over the music.

You glance at Hyunjin again. His eyes are closed; head tilted against the glass—but there’s a crease in his brows that hasn’t relaxed.

This is going to be a long night.

Although, maybe not an entirely silent one.

Two hours later, the Sprinter van crunches to a stop on a gravel road framed by tall pines. The forest is dense and quiet—postcard perfect. You step out into the crisp, fresh air and stretch, blinking against the afternoon sun. You walk around the van and before you is a neat semicircle of forest green dome tents, already pitched. In the center, a stone fire pit is ringed by folding camp chairs, and a couple of wooden picnic tables sit under string lights. 

You let out a soft breath—it’s more glamping style than survivalist, and that you can certainly deal with. 

“Okay, this is actually kind of nice,” you admit.

“No bugs, no horror movie vibes,” Felix says, slinging a bag over his shoulder.

Han throws his arms out dramatically. “Welcome to paradise, my children!”

He spins in a circle and laughter breaks out as everyone starts grabbing their bags, leaving the coolers for later. 

“All tents are labeled with a name—find yours and stash your gear. Then meet us at the tables and we’ll get started on lunch.” Minho says.

You walk along the tents, looking at the names as you pass—Felix, Chan, Seungmin, Han, Minho…

Hyunjin falls in step beside you. “Find yours yet?” he asks.

The next tent you pass is Jeongin’s, then the one after that is yours. You gulp—there are only two tents left, and you haven’t walked past his name yet.

“Right here,” you say.

He keeps walking to the next tent and flicks the name tag. “Guess we’re neighbors.”

Your pulse skips. Sleeping ten feet away from him is not how you planned to keep your distance.

“We’ve got a decent view,” he continues, turning around to look at the picnic tables.

The string lights aren’t on yet, but you can already imagine how it will look when they are—soft yellow bulbs casting a warm glow over the table with the fire flickering below them. It feels like the kind of place where secrets get shared.

You turn back to face Hyunjin, tilting your head to the side. 

You have so much to say and although you’d rather leave it unsaid, there are still several weeks left of filming. You don’t want what happened between you to get in the way.

“Can we talk later?” you blurt out.

He steps back toward his tent, stooping to grab the zipper and slide it up. “Talk?”

“Yeah, just talk.” You hold his gaze, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

“Okay. Come find me when you’re ready.”

You nod and unzip your own tent before taking off your shoes and ducking inside to drop off your bag. The canvas walls are cool and wide, and a two-person sleeping bag is nestled in the middle. The space smells of pine, too, and clean fabric. You take a deep breath and smile. It’s actually really nice.

You remind yourself once again that you should be enjoying these experiences and not getting caught up in the way you’re feeling. And besides, you’re planning to address that later.

When you re-emerge from your tent, everyone’s already unloading coolers, firewood, and food. Felix breaks out a portable speaker and turns on a summer playlist. Everyone has a task to do. You help Jeongin set up the table with side dishes, and the plates and bowls you brought. Chan and Minho cook the meat on the grill. Hyunjin and Changbin work on the rice. Seungmin and Felix are making soup. Han is fighting for his life to break the chunky bags of ice and dump it into the coolers around the drinks.

And it feels nice. It’s a comfortable atmosphere. The quiet surrounds you and your coupled conversations fill the area. Definitely not as relaxing as sitting on the couch would have been, but enjoyable all the same.

Once the food is done, everyone gathers around the tables, paper bowls and plates full, chopsticks clicking. You’re sitting between Jeongin and Felix, picking through your rice and grilled pork belly, stealing bites of kimchi from Jeongin’s plate when he’s not looking, after you’ve eaten all yours. Hyunjin’s across from you, and thankfully he’s more absorbed in his conversation with Changbin and Seungmin rather than trying to catch your eye. 

The overall vibe around the table is messy, loud, and chaotic—and for a moment, you forget you’re not just here for fun. Whatever Chan wanted to tell you in person is still gnawing at the back of your mind.

After lunch someone suggests checking out the lake, and you all set off down a narrow trail lined with trees. It’s not far—just a ten-minute walk—and when you arrive, the water gleams under the sun, inviting you all in.

Shoes are kicked off, pant legs rolled up. You sit on a big flat rock near the edge as the others mess around. Felix is the first one to splash in, and Han pushes him fully in right after. Hyunjin helps Changbin chase off a duck that got too bold near their snacks, and Chan wades in up to his ankles, arms crossed, looking suspiciously like someone plotting a nature documentary. 

At some point, Jeongin walks over and offers you a wet hand, grinning. “Don’t want to get your feet dirty?”

“I’m just observing the chaos.”

“It’s more fun to participate in the chaos,” he says, tugging you up gently. 

You let him, and then you’re ankle deep a second later too, water cold and clean around you. Someone decides to start a rock skipping competition, but no one gets more than a few skips in before their rock sinks. When your last stone skitters across six ripples, they all cheer and clap and Seungmin announces you as the winner. Really, though, you think he’s just tired of playing. 

When you return to camp, everyone splits off for a little while and you opt to take a nap in your tent for a few hours. The sun is low once you come back out and you immediately help get the fire pit going—arranging logs, kindling, and a drizzle of lighter fluid.

The fire’s crackling and Chan waves you over to where he’s standing when he catches your attention. “Hey, walk with me?” he says once you’re within earshot.

You follow him toward the edge of the campsite where the trees are a little denser, the air cooler.

“So,” he says, glancing at you with a faint smile. “About time I share the news, yeah?”

“I’ve been wondering what it could be all night,” you tell him. “So, yes, please.”

He laughs, then slows his pace. “I got a call from one of the PDs at KBS earlier this week. They’re looking for someone to fill in as a weekend variety show MC. Temporary gig. They wanted someone with good on-screen presence—ideally from our cast. It’ll be in the weeks leading up to the series premiere. Great PR.”

Your stomach flips.

Chan stops walking. “They asked for my input. I gave them your name.”

You stare at him.

“I think you’d be amazing,” he continues. “You’re funny, quick, professional. They already pulled a few behind-the-scenes clips and liked your energy. So, just a heads up—you’ll probably be hearing from your agency soon. But I wanted you to know first.”

You blink. “Wait… are you serious?”

He grins. “Completely. I told you this project would open up new opportunities for you. It’s already starting to.”

You glance out toward the fire where the others are laughing, pretending for a second that your brain isn’t spinning. You were hopeful that landing this role would lead to your next job. But you hadn’t even considered being an MC—you’ve never hosted anything. Is it the right career move? 

Chan nudges your shoulder. “You’ve got this, y/n. It’ll be good, I promise. Just say yes when they ask.”

You nod, offering a small smile. “Thank you, Chan.”

Back at the camp, dinner is underway with ramyeon bowls and the rest of the meat. The string lights have been turned on and the area looks just as magical as you envisioned. You’re quiet while you eat, contemplating the news Chan just delivered. You’re hesitant to talk it over with your agency, though, because if they were okay signing off on that new scene without your consent…do they even have your best interest at heart?

When it’s fully dark, everyone circles close to the fire, and the s’mores ingredients are brought out. You’re seated between Felix and Seungmin, holding your skewer with a marshmallow at the end over the fire. You toast it until it’s golden brown and then accidentally drop it into the fire, earning your second round of applause of the day, this time for dramatic effect.

“Wasted,” Han says solemnly.

“Redemption,” Felix says, passing you another.

You all munch on s’mores and talk about a lot of nothing until the soju is brought out and Felix suggests playing Never Have I Ever.

“We’re not in high school,” Seungmin mutters.

“That’s exactly why it’ll be fun,” Felix grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

You pass when they offer you a drink, waving the water bottle in your hand. They don’t pressure you to take it—probably for many reasons. But you’re a girl on a camping trip with eight men, they wouldn’t dare do anything to make you uncomfortable and it warms your heart knowing you’re safe with them.

Truthfully, you just don’t want alcohol getting in the way of your thoughts or words when you talk to Hyunjin later. You’re still planning to make that happen, but you haven’t found a moment to call him away from the others without it being noticeable. You’re not sure it will be as short a conversation as you had with Chan, so you’d rather do it when they’re not paying attention.

Your eyes find Hyunjin across the firepit, and he waves his water bottle, offering you a small nod of solidarity.

“Okay, I’ll go first,” Felix says. “Never have I ever peed in the ocean.”

Jeongin groans and immediately takes a drink. “Have you seen public bathrooms on the beach?”

Han drinks too. So do you. 

“Some of you have to be lying—everyone’s done it.” You say.

“A pool isn’t the ocean,” Changbin pipes up.

“Neither is a lake,” seconds Minho. “Make your statements clear.”

Changbin follows up with: “Never have I ever forgotten my lines in the middle of filming.”

All of the actors drink.

As the game proceeds, you learn way too much about Han’s teenage years, Hyunjin’s history of taking props from sets and the fact that Changbin once got banned from a family amusement park.

“Never have I ever gotten a tattoo.” Hyunjin says.

Han is the only one that drinks.

That shocks everyone and causes Minho and Seungmin to harass him for a moment, pulling at his clothing to find it but he swats them away in defense.

“Never have I ever…” Minho pauses, and over the fire you can see the mischievous look that passes over his eyes. “...sent a suggestive selfie.”

“Now we’re getting to the good stuff,” Felix says, taking a drink with everyone else except Minho, Han and Chan who are then labeled as ‘boring’ by the group. 

“It’s about reputation,” Minho shrugs it off.

“You just have to make sure your face isn’t in it,” Jeongin says.

Everyone turns to look at him and his face flushes.

“Your turn, y/n. Keep it spicy.” Felix encourages.

You’d much rather not.

You pause, thinking for a moment. “Okay, I got one. Never have I ever had a one-night stand.”

All of them drink. To which you shake your head and click your tongue in mock disappointment.

Jeongin goes next. “Never have I ever kissed someone I wasn’t supposed to.”

A beat passes. The fire crackles. Han drinks quickly and laughs it off, Minho does too. You hesitate, then take a sip—casually, like you hope no one’s watching. But Hyunjin is watching. You feel it.

He doesn’t drink, but the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s thinking hard about something.

The questions get a little more risqué as the boys’ filters are diluted by their drinks. You’re safe from most of them, but there are far too many disturbing images you get from the answers.

Seungmin goes next. “Never have I ever had a crush on someone I work with.”

You freeze for half a second before taking a slow sip. A few others drink too. Your eyes catch Hyunjin’s, his hand holding the drink doesn’t budge. He raises an eyebrow, almost like he’s teasing you for drinking. And you can’t explain the jabbing pain you feel behind your ribs.

Minho goes next. “Never have I ever wanted to quit everything and disappear.”

A hush falls over the circle. You glance up, watching as Hyunjin drinks. Chan and Han do as well. You know, possibly, the time in Hyunjin’s life he felt that way, but you wonder what’s made Chan and Han consider it, too.

The moment passes when Felix blurts out, “Okay, why did this just get so depressing?”

You all chuckle to shake off the seriousness and someone else suggests charades, turning the mood around completely. 

It’s nearly midnight when everyone decides to stop fighting their yawns and head off to their respective tents. You glance at Hyunjin as you unzip yours. It’s late. And it would be too obvious if both of you walked off together right now. You can talk tomorrow.

“Goodnight,” you say quietly.

“Night?” he replies, like it’s a question.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in the morning.” 

You toe off your shoes at the entrance and enter the tent, zipping it back shut behind you. You grab your bag and change into your pajamas—shorts and an old concert tee—before settling in the sleeping bag. As you’re figuring out which way you want to lay, your phone starts vibrating.

Hyunjin’s calling.

“H-hello?” You answer awkwardly.

“Hey.” Hyunjin says. You can hear the faint rustle of his sleeping bag through the line.

You sit up, feeling on edge. “You’re calling me from, like…ten feet away?”

He huffs a soft laugh. “You wanted to talk, right?”

“I figured we’d do it tomorrow…”

“Tonight’s good.”

There’s a pause— you listen to the faint chirping of insects outside, the wind stirring the trees. You’d already put the topics you wanted to address in the back of your mind in order to get some sleep.

“What did you want to talk about?” he prompts. 

You exhale slowly, shifting the phone against your cheek. Maybe it’ll be easier this way.

“About what happened that night at the club—the kiss and everything since.”

You can hear him shifting, maybe sitting up too. “Okay.”

“It’s just…it’s been weird,” you say, then correct yourself, “I’ve been weird.”

He’s been acting like himself this entire time.

“Yeah,” he says. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You wince. “I know. I wasn’t sure how to—” you cut yourself off, searching for the words. “I think I needed a boundary, but I didn’t know how to establish one without making it a bigger deal.”

“A boundary for what?”

You blink. “What do you mean?”

“I mean—what is it you think you need a boundary for? Was something about it wrong?”

“No,” you say too quickly. “Well, maybe…I don’t know, honestly. I don’t think it was wrong, per se...”

“Then what?”

Your heart is hammering a little now. “I think…I didn’t expect it to feel like it did. And once it did, I didn’t know what I was allowed to do with that.”

The silence stretches again. You can almost imagine him sitting there, phone pressed to his ear, processing. Maybe you are making a big deal of this. Maybe co-stars engage in this kind of behavior all the time. That doesn’t make it any better, though. It’s not something you want to continuously engage in throughout your career. 

And then there’s the rustling sound of movement through the phone.

Finally, he speaks softly, “Open your tent.”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

“I’ll talk if you let me. But not through this.”

For a second, you hesitate—your heart feels like it’s going to knock itself loose. But you’re already climbing out of your sleeping bag to unzip your tent.

Hyunjin is standing there in slippers, basketball shorts and a muscle shirt. The look on his face is unreadable, but it’s gentle. 

“Can I come in?” he whispers.

You nod and move aside, making room in the space beside you.

He crawls in and zips the flap shut behind him, then turns to you, sitting cross-legged, hands in his lap.

“I haven’t felt awkward,” he says, jumping right back into the conversation. “Not once. I’ve just been waiting for you to decide if that kiss meant anything.”

You look down at your hands, thumbs nervously brushing over one another. “It’s not that simple,” you say.

“Why not?”

You glance up. “It’s unprofessional, isn’t it?”

Hyunjin leans back slightly. “That’s what this is? You think it’s a rule we’re breaking?”

“It’s not not a rule,” you murmur.

He grins, and the dim light inside your tent catches on the curve of his cheekbone. “You ever think maybe that’s what makes it fun?”

You blink at him. “Fun?”

“I like talking to you, joking with you—even arguing with you. You’re fun.”

You raise an eyebrow. “So what, I’m just a good time to you?”

His face falls a little, the teasing slipping away. “No. That’s not what I meant.”

You search his face for a beat, then ask, “Then why didn’t you drink earlier?”

He tilts his head, confused. “Drink?”

“When Jeongin asked if anyone’s ever kissed someone they shouldn’t have. You didn’t drink.”

Hyunjin’s expression softens. “Because I don’t think I did.”

You hold his gaze, your heart somersaulting.

“I don’t regret kissing you,” he says quietly. “Not even a little.”

“What about…” you begin carefully, “the question about having a crush on someone you work with?”

His smile returns, gentler this time. “I didn’t drink because I don’t have a crush.”

You’re unsure whether to feel disappointed or relieved at that.

“What, are we twelve-year olds?” He uses your own line on you with a smirk. “I like you, y/n,” he finishes, and it knocks the wind out of you.

Not a crush. Not a fleeting thing. Something firmer. Riskier.

You shake your head and sigh. “It’s not just about liking each other. I don’t want to blur the line between acting and… whatever this is, but everything about you complicates any boundary I think of setting.”

“What is this?” he asks softly. “To you?”

“That’s the problem. I don’t know. But every time I draw a line, you make me want to cross it.”

His voice is low. “Then cross it. If it’s your line, you get to move it.”

Your heart stutters in your chest. It should be a simple answer—no. You should reinforce the boundary, double down. You wanted to talk to him for that specific result.

But then he says something like that, and he’s not teasing. He’s giving you space to choose.

The truth is, you like him. Not in passing, not just because he’s good-looking or charming. You like the way he watches you when you speak. The way he listens without interrupting. The way he treats your concerns like they matter.

You exhale slowly, the weight of it all settling in your chest.

Maybe the boundary doesn’t have to mean distance. Maybe it can mean intention.

So you shift forward on your knees, heart pounding, and pause just inches from him. You meet his eyes, searching—making sure he’s still with you.

He is.

“And if this changes everything?”

“It already has,” he says. “You just haven’t let yourself admit it yet.”

You swallow, gaze dropping to his lips, then back to his eyes. You’re so close now. Just one breath away.

But then—

“Hyunjin-ah!” Changbin’s voice whisper-yells through the quiet, somewhere outside the tent. “You in there?”

You both go still, startled.

“I need to take a piss and it’s fucking dark out here. Come with me.”

Hyunjin mutters a quiet curse under his breath, glancing toward the tent flap. His eyes flick back to you, reluctant.

“That’s your security detail?” You tilt your head away from him, smirking.

“Assistant…chauffeur,” he smiles back before sighing. “I should go.”

You nod, heart still thudding. “Yeah.”

He moves slowly, like it physically pains him to leave. Before unzipping the flap, he looks back at you again and in one swift motion, grabs your arm and pulls you to him. His lips crash against yours, his arms encircle your waist. You grab onto his triceps as he licks at your bottom lip, waiting for you to open your mouth. You do, leaning into him, hands caressing his head as your tongues find each other again.

But just as quickly as he started it, he ends it.

“We’re not done,” he says quietly against your lips.

You slide back onto your sleeping bag, not looking away. “I know.”

Then he’s gone. And for the second time in minutes, you’re not sure if you’re disappointed or relieved. The interruption has kept you from crossing a line, but what good is that if you were already willing to cross it again? Not only that but he’s practically taunting you into doing it.

You turn around, throwing your face onto the pillow and letting out a muffled scream, feet kicking the sleeping bag. You’re happy but also really fucking terrified at what the future may hold.

a/n: So much happening, ahhh! We're officially out of the Enemies territory, in that space before they become lovers. I won't make you wait too long for the lovin'! Just bear with me through one more chapter! [ read chapter six here ] [ master list ]

[little-tainted-angel]

๑ A secret between interlinked fingers.

Tim Drake x male!reader

Category: [Fluff/sfw/comical(?)]

Warnings: 5/5 bat-bros (Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke and Damian), male reader. Mention of Cassandra. 4/5 bat-bros don't believe Tim could go to therapy at all (I doubt any of them would). Reader uses Spanish pet names. May be too OOC.

Request: Yes / No | From: Anon.

«Hey! Could you please write Tim Drake x reader? Basically Tim is secretly dating a guy and they nostly hang out at school, his brother's get a bit too curious and listen in <3»

Note: My first request! Glad to have you here <3 I apologize if this isn't linked to your ask, Tumblr for some reason wouldn't let me edit it. I only had the options "delete" "program publication" and "post". Also, sorry this is short and if I got the characters personality wrong, I don't really know how to write Tim.

Resume: Tim and reader are dating, but they mostly just spend time in their school. His brothers got curious, and since all of them were raised by the world's best detective, is up to them to resolve the mystery that is Tim's relationship.

"I swear there's something strange in the kid's behavior," Jason muttered as he sat down on the couch, next to Damian while Duke was sitting on the other extreme. Dick was standing in front of them.

The four brothers (Cass also noticed, but Cass being Cass had already found out what it was), noticed that the brother —that was currently disappeared from the manor— had slight changes in his behavior.

It was sort of positive, they noticed. But they didn't know what caused it (therapy was discarded as an option by group agreement).

"Maybe he's self-improving for once?" Duke suggested, though he didn't sound convinced himself.

"TT. Doubt that Drake of all people could self-improve his pathetic self," Damian rolled his eyes.

"Damian, be nice," Dick sighed, looking at one of his baby brothers.

"Well, there must be a reason of why this small change." Jason crossed his arms.

"...And if we follow him to find out the reason?" Duke suggested.

"Wouldn't he notice?" Dick raised an eyebrow.

"It won't hurt giving it a try," he shrugged.

"I say we do it. What can end up wrong?" Jason pointed out.

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"All of this is ridiculous," Damian murmured.

"You agreed to it Habibi," Jason hummed, making Damian click his tongue.

The brothers managed to follow Tim to his school. That was the moment they noticed a male getting closer to Tim with a smile.

You were a new addition, they quickly realized. As they had never seen you before with Tim. And Tim seemed at ease with you.

"A boy?" Dick said amused. "That's the cause for Tim's subtle change?"

Don't get him wrong, his baby brother can date whoever he wants. He was just surprised Tim changed because of someone else.

"Who is dumb enough to be interested in him?" Damian replied, clearly not believing what he was seeing.

"That guy we just saw, apparently," Duke hummed.

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"Everything okay, Amor?" You asked Tim, as he seemed to be slightly on edge.

"Yeah...I just feel like someone's watching me." Tim replied, sighing as he left his head rest on your shoulder. He was tired, you could tell.

You hummed softly as one hand came to brush his hair out of his face.

"When did you last slept?" You asked him, quietly enough for no one else to hear you.

Tim grumbled quietly, avoiding the question.

"Cariño, when did you last slept?" You asked again with a small sigh.

"...48 hours ago?"

"Tim."

"You asked."

"Do I have to drug you for you to sleep properly?" You murmured, gently massaging his scalp.

"Mmm....maybe," Tim replied back, closing his eyes as he left you touch his hair.

"What am I supposed to do with you, Amor?"

"Love me," Tim replied.

"I already do that, it's easy," you said amused.

Tim grumbled some sort of answer that you couldn't process.

"Yeah, you're definitely sleep deprived, Amor."

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© Made by little-tainted-angel 2023

[ladyrowrites]

Promise Part 1

A/N: This came to me in a dream so I just had to write it. Also, this may be a long fan fic.. depending on how I feel and if I dream of this again lol :)

Pairings: Gojo x Afab reader

Warning: Lots of angst and some swearing, mentions of cheating

wc: 7,273

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You were staring at the picture of you and Gojo at your night stand and then at the ceiling. You finally decided to stand up from your shared bed and started packing your belongings. Your body and mind could not process what Gojo confessed to you. You didn’t know what to do first - Cry? Breakdown? Break a few things? Laugh? Punch him? Slap him? Kill him?

Honestly, you were just so tired. You were planning a wedding - a marriage, a union between you and the love of your life. Or so you thought. When he proposed to you, he told you while on one knee that he wants to be with you FOREVER. Forever, my fucking ass. Laughable, even.

CHAPTER 1: Deal Breaker

Two Hours Ago

“Hi, love! How was work?” You giddily greeted him by the door as he entered your shared home. You felt something was off right away by the way his eyes and face looked. You can just feel his aura radiating bad news. You try to shake it away as you were excited to tell him about finding the perfect wedding dress today.

“Oh it’s all right” He responds quietly, “Can we talk, love?”

“Sure. What’s wrong Satoru?” You can already feel your heart sink. 

Gojo leads you to your bedroom and then sits at the foot of the bed while brushing his hair and sighing.

“SATORU! You are making me nervous. What is it?” You jokingly said while taking a seat beside him.

Gojo then stands up, trying to find the right words, trying to see how he will break this devastating news to you. As if, there will be a right way. Either way, you will get hurt and he was the cause of it.

He sighed again and cleared his throat, “My love, I just want you to know…” He was looking down and was playing with his fingers, “I love you very much and still now, you are the only woman that I see my future with. When I said forever to you, I meant it.” He was looking at you now.

You looked at him too, trying to understand what’s happening. Were you trying to reassure her? Gojo was the kind of fiancé to always reassure you especially when you are feeling insecure and down. But this time, it feels different. 

You didn’t speak. Your eyes spoke to him to continue.

“I…” He knelt down to you and cupped your face, “I will always love you.”

At this point, your heart and mind keeps racing, so you replied, “Get to the point, Satoru.”

He was whispering when he said this, but you heard it loud and clear. 

“I… I did the one thing you asked me not to do… Your deal breaker..” Gojo started crying and was leaning down now to your lap and he was shaking.

He continued, “I..I…slept with someone else..I’m sorry.”

If you think you experienced heart breaks before him, you were wrong. This was heart shattering, literally feeling your heart split in two. Your mind fades to nothing. You’re going numb, not knowing how to respond to that. You don’t know if you want to hit him first or smash all the things you could touch first or… you could just not think of anything. It’s like your body stopped functioning. 

“She was nothing though! It was a one time mistake! My love, it was a mistake! I promise, it was nothing. I’m so sorry” He was talking fast and pleading.

You laughed.

Ridiculous laugh.

“My love?” Was all you said and laughed again. There were no tears because you promised yourself that you will not let Gojo Satoru see you cry. NOT FROM THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT.

Gojo was just looking up to you while his hands were leaning in your lap. You pushed his hands away because you felt disgusted. The same hands that held you at your most vulnerable. The same hands that held you because he wanted to be with you.

You stood up, “You fucking cheater. Don’t even come near me! I asked you one thing! ONE THING! This should’ve been a given! Was I not enough for you?”

Gojo knelt in front of you saying how sorry he is. You kept pacing back and forth and your fists were balling wanting to punch him or yourself to wake yourself up from this fucking nightmare. The love of your life. The man you were supposed to be with until you both had gray hair. The one you were supposed to say ‘I do’ to… He BETRAYED you. After 4 years of loving each other, you can’t believe that this is how it's ending. Was everything a lie? Did he really love you faithfully from the start?

There were so many questions in your mind. You want to fucking drown in the ocean and not wanting to be saved.

“You were! You were Y/N! I… I don’t even know what came to me. I was intoxicated… Not that I am trying to find excuses, because I did it. It was a mistake. I am so sorry.” He was crying so hard that it was breaking your heart more.

“When did this happen?”

“Two weeks ago, Y/N. I.. My conscience was killing me. The moment it happened, I wanted to tell you but I don’t know how. I’m sorry. She was nothing.”

You felt sick to your stomach, knowing he came home to you that late night, drunk. He said he drank a lot and came home at 4am because his co-workers made him stay and that there was a big successful merger so he had to. AND YOU BELIEVED HIM. 

“Who was she?” You asked, whispering. You wanted to stop asking, but for your peace of mind, you had to, even if you don't even know if this will give you peace.

“Again, she was nothing to me. She was a client. We..we were both drunk and she was already flirting with me….”

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING LIAR!!!!!” You don’t want to hear what his story was leading to now. It HURT. It hurts so much you can’t breathe. You think you’re going to pass out so you sit down near the headboard where you see the loving picture of you and Gojo in the nightstand. He was kissing your cheeks while you were smiling so cheekily and your eyes looked so bright. You looked so in love. Where did it go wrong?

Gojo’s eyes were following what you were doing. Admittedly, he was surprised that you were not throwing tantrums or slapping him or just being violent. Not even tears. He felt he deserved all of that.

You just sat there quietly for 30 minutes, looking at everything else in your bedroom except for him. Gojo’s heart was breaking into tiny little pieces. He didn’t know what came over him. He destroyed all your love and trust on that one shitty night. He wanted to hug and kiss all your pain away, if you’ll let him. But he knows better than that.

After 45 minutes of just silence, Gojo spoke, “My love, just speak to me, please. Slap me, do something! Just please say something..” Gojo is pleading while he sat next to you. His cerulean eyes are red from crying. 

The moment he sat down, you stood up and got your luggage. You started putting all your clothes in it. Gojo wanted to stop you. He didn’t want you to leave but that would be so selfish of him. He was already selfish enough to sleep with a nobody. He just sat there looking at what you’re doing.

No words can truly describe how you felt. Betrayed. Destroyed. Broken. 

You just want to get out of there. You can’t bear to see the man you called your love. Because there was no love anymore felt in that house. Because if there was, he would not do this to you.

After packing, you said, “You don’t even need to send all the things I bought for this house. You can keep it.”

You removed the blue sapphire engagement ring he gave you, the same colour of his eyes; he said that he chose that ring to remind you that he will always be there forever. Forever, by your side, through sickness and in health.

Gojo began wailing. It was happening so fast. You were packing your things and then all of a sudden giving back the one thing he promised you forever. He began kneeling in front of you. Begging you not to leave him. You were his life, his love, his everything.

You also knelt, putting the ring in his palms. He was struggling to open it, but you were adamant to give it to him. 

Heartbreaking was an understatement. You wanted to hug him and forgive him and forget all this happened. But you can’t. This is not something you just sweep under the rug. He broke your trust.

“I told you cheating was my deal breaker when we first met. Obviously, you forgot. Or maybe this was really not the first time you felt doing it? I’m not sure anymore. I don’t know who you are anymore, Satoru. I.. I don’t think I can have this.” With that, you stood up, collected your luggage, and left without looking back.

The moment he heard his name left your lips, he thought it was the saddest voice he had ever heard in his life.

The moment you were down outside by the lobby, you started bawling like you never cried before. You were on the floor just sitting by the wall while you poured your heart out. People were looking at you, even the security, but you didn’t care.

That night was the night your soul left your body.

You see someone coming to you, but you can’t see who it was as your vision is blurred from all the tears.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“Y/N?”

You look up with your hand in your hair, “Suguru?”

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Hope you enjoyed this angst! I think I love writing them lol :)

Writing soon again,

Lady Ro

[izurusstuff]

“And oh! I know that you are feeling sad. I don't feel bad, cause even after 3 text messages, 4 missed calls… you still slept with my best friend.” (Steve’s Girlfriend [fem!reader] x Bucky Barnes)

⚠️ MINORS DNI!! ⚠️

message from izurusstuff: hello it is currently 1:30 in the morning (ok it was when i started but it’s been at least 16 hours) where i am and i’m having a bad crash out cuz im a history major and i have to analyze a primary source for a class i urgently need to graduate but my thesis keeps getting denied

this is literally my face rn because of it… so instead of making my eyeballs explode, i’m gonna flock to tumblr and write angst/smut of some of my fave marvel characters!!

summary: After Peggy Carter died, Steve Rogers has had an extremely rough time getting back into the dating scene. That was, until he met a translator at one of the UN meetings. Said translator (Y/N) and Steve have been together for a couple of years, but their relationship will definitely come crashing down once Y/N becomes a littleeee too friendly with Bucky Barnes.

warnings: this is smut. straight up sex. oh and there’s mentions of cheating bc the whole plot is that y/n cheats on steve with bucky. fem!reader. dni if you’re under 18 🤺🤺

On a list of things that were never supposed to happen, this was on the top of it. But that’s getting too far ahead.

Y/N had so many bullshit public appearances to keep up with because she was the girlfriend of Captain America. It’s like she had no true meaning to her persona anymore because everything had to be about Steve. How did his friends manage this?! Y/N would love to find that out.

Steve would always bring out his perfect little girlfriend and say how she inspired him— it wasn’t his fault things were like this, people just flocked to him because he was a hero and she had to just shut up and take it... everyone would always come up to Y/N and talk about how lucky she was to be Captain America’s girlfriend, and something just snapped in her one day when this happened. During that specific press tour, Y/N stomped off and began walking back to the Avengers compound. Was it a three hour drive? Yes. Did she care? No.

On her way back, she noticed a familiar face in a car at a stoplight— oh hey, it was Steve’s best friend, Bucky. Y/N wasn’t too close with him, but they had similar interests; Y/N was a Russian translator, and for a while, that’s the only language he was able to speak until he was able to recover from the brainwashing. So, they had a few interesting conversations that none of the Avengers could understand (except Natasha but she’s not a snitch).

Once he noticed her, Bucky rolled down his window, giving Y/N a soft smile.

“Snova brosayesh' Stiva?” (translation: ditching Steve again?)

“Da. Mne eto nadoyelo.” (translation: Yes. I’m tired of this.)

Bucky unlocked the car door, motioning for Y/N to hop in. She reluctantly took his offer and got in his passengers seat, looking around at the leather interior.

“Yeah. I love Steve, I really do. But it’s almost as if I get completely erased from the narrative when I’m with him.”

“RIGHT?! No one even cares to know anything about me! I-it’s just like I’m an extension of him!”

Y/N exclaimed, her fingernails diffing into the palm of her hand out of anger. God, being the girlfriend of Captain America fucking sucked. But Y/N felt terrible for thinking this way— she loved Steve. She truly, truly loved him. It was just hard to always be discarded just because you’re dating Captain fucking America… no one even knew your name aside from being “Mrs. Captain America.” Was it jealousy? Who knew.

“Yes, exactly. I’m dubbed as ‘Steve’s friend’ anywhere I go. Honestly, I’d rather be referred to as the Winter Soldier, because then at least people can acknowledge I’m seperate from him.”

Even though Y/N wasn’t extremely close with Bucky, she thought he was an interesting individual. Hell, he had a vibranium arm! His background goes crazy, and it was by far more interesting than Steve’s. Getting kidnapped by HYRDRA? Somehow getting reprogrammed to learn a completely different language? SOMEHOW CAN FEEL WITH HIS METAL ARM?? (yes this is actually canon to the MCU which still baffles me) He was a very unique person, and he deserved to be acknowledged as such.

“I personally think you’re more interesting.”

Bucky would’ve turned and looked at Y/N, but driving a car made it difficult to do. So he just smiled and holyshithisteethweresowhite— Y/N had to stop. He wasn’t her boyfriend, it was her boyfriend’s best friend. But he was so mesmerizing…

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After the long car ride where she talked nonstop with Bucky, they finally made it back to the Avengers compound. Bucky didn’t live there for obvious reasons, so he was originally going to leave once he made sure Y/N got inside okay.

“Hey… do you want to come in? You’ve been driving for so long, at least let me offer something to eat.”

Bucky shrugged and got out of the car. He was a bit hungry, so why not?

Y/N led him inside. Surprisingly, it was empty. Everyone must’ve been at Steve’s celebration. She wasn’t complaining though, she loved being there by herself. That also meant she could hang out with Bucky without having to answer to anyone.

“Here’s the kitchen. Help yourself! I uh… I’d offer to cook you something, but I kinda suck at it.”

Y/N murmured the last part, then trailed off to her room to change into comfier clothes. But she must not have closed the door all the way, because Bucky saw her get undressed through the crease in the door. He knew he shouldn’t watch her, but he was so mesmerized by her body. Wait, what was he thinking?! This is his best friend’s girlfriend! He had to turn away… he had to. But Y/N noticed him through the door crack. Fuck. She knew that door took extra work to close. She was about to cover herself in embarrassment, but the way Bucky looked at her… yeah… she had nothing to be embarrassed about.

Y/N walked to the door in her underwear, opening it a tad more. Bucky basically shoved it open once he was able to grasp Y/N’s face and pull her in for a kiss. They both knew it was fucked up, but they seemed to be the only people in the world to actually acknowledge each other outside of Steve Rogers.

Y/N and Bucky made their way to the bed, with Y/N pulling him on top of her. He was definitely so much different than Steve, and she loved it. Her hands ran through his hair while her legs wrapped around his muscular body... and boy. The pool that was already in her underwear grew even more.

Bucky could feel it too. His cheeks turned red as his eyes trailed down your half naked body. He really, really should stop now. But he didn’t want to, and by the looks of it, you didn’t either— so his lust got the better of him and he took off his shirt. Y/N’s eyes nearly exploded out of her head because dear LORD he was hot. His abs were so enunciated and toned and Y/N was able to see first hand just how cool the transition from the metal arm to Bucky’s body was.

Before Y/N could admire his entire body, Bucky moved from kissing her on the lips to kissing down her body, stopping when he reached her panty line. Y/N nodded at him in approval, then he slowly slid them down and kissed her soft, plush thighs. Y/N was trying her hardest not to crush him with her thighs out of reflex, but Bucky made it easier by firmly yet gently holding her thighs down. Yeah, Steve never did this… it was a new feeling for Y/N, but she loved it.

Then Y/N felt something metallic poke against her entrance— it was Bucky’s hand, pausing to wait for her consent.

“G-go ahead… d-do whatever you w-want to me…”

She murmured, which was followed by Bucky sticking a finger in. Y/N gasped, gripping the bedsheets underneath her while Bucky gave her a warm smile. Once he knew she could take it, Bucky added another finger and rhythmically pumped them into her… God, the moans she let out were so heavenly.

After a couple of moments, Y/N reached down to Bucky’s bulge, hinting that she definitely wanted more. He raised an eyebrow but complied, taking his pants off and lining up his length with Y/N’s hole. She was growing more and more desperate, so she forced himself onto his massive length with a huge gasp. It felt like she was being split open, but it felt so good. Y/N looked back up at Bucky with a sultry stare, signaling for him to thrust. Obviously, he got the gist and began slowly doing her. Ugh. If she wanted vanilla, she would’ve fucked Steve.

“Harder~!”

Y/N demanded. Her wish was granted— Bucky began thirsting into her like his life depended on it. He did feel a little bad though because he could feel her wince on his dick.

“You alright, doll?”

Bucky asked. He was unphased, but not because he wasn’t into it. He was just use to more… vigorous… activities, being a supersoldier and all.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!”

She exclaimed, guiding herself up and down his length while he pounded into her. God, he was so deep that she could feel him in her stomach.

“F-fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!”

Y/N exclaimed. Oh boy, was this fun…

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Meanwhile, the main six Avengers were out to celebrate Steve’s press tour. Poor Steve was worried relentlessly about his love, not realizing she was preoccupied with other activities. Tony was trying to distract him, so he didn’t really pay attention to the fact his phone has been going off regarding an ‘intruder’ at the Avengers compound. When Tony finally decided to check out the cameras, he nearly spit out his drink. Y/N’s moans were echoing throughout the floor in the video. Fuck. He had to explain what was happening.

“Uh… Cap… you may wanna see this.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for debating hiring outside help for my husband and I's house because we can't keep up alone?

For context: My (26 Fae ftm) husband (28M) live very happy and healthily together. While I'm unable to medically transition due to a bunch of reasons we'll get to, he has been nothing but a solid rock in my life and the one person that has always been on my side. Through dragging me out of an abusive household to helping me with my chronic illness, he's been an absolute angel despite dressing like the devil himself (he's goth). So I don't want any hate on him.

He is ADHD and I'm Autistic. Yes, hello, we are that couple~♡ This does cause us some issues tho as he is unmedicated and I'm just struggling in general with sensory issues for certain chores. So far we keep each other some what afloat, having him do chores that my sensory issues can't handle and my doing ones he can't focus through.

However, as previously mentioned I'm chronically ill. I won't get into many details but it's basically I'm internally bleeding at random intervals. And before people think I'm talking about just my period, no it's so bad that I have once had to go to the ER for a blood transfusion due to this internal bleeding and had times when I was bleeding for over 4 months straight.

My husband and I because of this condition are pretty much struggling financially. I can work but it makes me extremely fatigued since I'm essentially working with constant Anemia. It gets bad enough some days that he can't wake me up without over an hour of effort, even after I've slept 10hrs. The fatigue is REALLY bad. He works just as much as I do, sometimes more because his work is so shortstaffed and he likes to pick up extra shifts to try and save up for the surgery that would hopefully fix everything.

This has culminated though in us both being extremely exhausted near 24/7 for the last year-ish but we have finally hit a break. I recently got a huge pay increase (nearly $200 a week increase) so we are hopeful for the first time in months. We're starting to pay down my extreme medical debt and being able to just go get dinner when he doesn't want to cook.

Here's where I may be kind of TA... Despite this hope, my condition recently did get worse. I've now gone another 3 months still bleeding and having to suffer my Anemia symptoms and medication. This has caused me to fall massively behind on what should be my chores, and while my husband doesn't begrudge me it, it has caused our home to start becoming very, very unhygienic. As someone who grew up with a clean freak mother, it kinda upsets me. He's focusing more and more on me and less on the house so even his chores are falling behind too.

None of that is his fault. He loves me so much he wants to help Me first but it has gotten to where we are both going "we really need to clean the house..." but neither of us have enough battery to do so. Me becuz of my condition and he becuz he's stuck caring for me.

We have enough that we might be able to afford to hire a cleaning service to help us out, but it would cost us some of the freedom and paying down medical bills. I think it'd only be a temporary thing, once I recover from my current episode, we can probably get better... but I don't know how long it will be.

On top of this I'm worried paying for this service will further put off my surgery as we struggle to save up for it again... We've already had to tap into that savings cuz my current episode lost me 2 days at work.

Is it unfair for me to ask to use our new extra money for essentially my not wanting to have to bother doing basic chores? I know I'm tired but I've lived with it so long I could and should probably just push through.

What are these acronyms?

[bueckers-sturniolo]

i have literally been begging for someone to write a paige fic based on “Slut!” by TS like the parts that’s like “if i’m all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us” where reader is famous and gets like hated on for being a “slut” 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

“slut!”

paige bueckers x female!reader

a/n: hi guys!!! sorry it took me so long to edit this and actually post it. i don’t have much to say but THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE ON THE ALCHEMY!!! i promise part 2 is coming soon!!! ps: this may suck a little but i wrote it in an hour and a half so im sorry!!! also, this hasnt been proofread bc its 6 am and i havent slept! hope u somewhat enjoy!!! love uuuu!

warnings: naur, just swearing :)

word count: somewhere around 1k-ish

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got love-struck, went straight to my head. got lovesick all over my bed. love to think you’ll never forget. we’ll pray the price, i guess.

you had been dating paige for 5 months, now. she was the best person you had ever met, and an even better lover than you could have ever imagined. but, being in the public eye isn’t necessarily ideal, especially when you’re queer. paige was a basketball player at uconn, and you had been famous for a few years. you had been famous before you knew paige, and even before paige was famous. it’s awesome, and you love it. the lifestyle can be very rewarding and enjoyable.

but, being ‘famous’ comes with its faults. as most things do. over the years, you had developed this sort of…. title. this title being that you are some kind of insane serial-dater. it was pretty ridiculous. of course, paige loved you for you, and didn’t really give a fuck as to what people had to say about you. but, it’s still obviously hurtful, and paige gets that.

present day, the epsy’s were coming up. this is something that meant a lot to your girlfriend. and, quite frankly, you’d do anything to make her happy.

until that thing was going as her date (or +1) to the epsy’s. not that you didn’t want to, not that it was because you were gay. but, because you knew how much this could mess with both of your careers. you didn’t really care about your own, cause people are gonna talk about you regardless, but paige’s social presence made it hard to just come out and do whatever you guys want.

“i mean, i’d just really want you there. we can like…. coincide outfits ‘n shit.” paige says, looking over at you, eating a bite of her cereal.

“yeah, p. i understand.” you say, sighing. you look down at your hands, acting like you were paying attention to anything to distract her (and yourself) from the fact that you really just do not know how it would go, and that fact is stressful in itself.

“baby, if you don’t want to go, it’s fine. im just saying it would be cool.” she says, and you meet her eyes again.

you know she’s right. it would be really fuckin’ cool. but like, at the same time, you really didn’t want to have to receive all of the texts from your publisher of news articles with pictures of you and paige where they essentially just put your name in bold letters then talk about how much of a slut you are for dating 4 people in your approximate 5 years of being famous.

yes, it may seem like a lot. but, also, most of these relationships only lasted a few months. you never necessarily wanted them to go public, but, they almost always did. that’s why you and paige took extra precautions.

obviously, one day, you wanted to tell people about you and paige. but, you wanted it to be when you guys had atleast made it past the new relationship stage.

but, if im all dressed up, they might as well be lookin’ at us. and if they call me a ‘slut,’ you know, it might be worth it for once. and if im gonna be drunk, i might as well be drunk in love.

you couldn’t help but give in. there was exactly a week before the epsy’s, and even though you’d kept telling paige you really didn’t think going was a good idea, you felt so bad for saying it that you randomly changed your mind.

“p, come here.” you say, calling from the couch in your living room. she walked in the room, hands on her hips, sleeves rolled up. she was loading the dishwasher for you, as the ‘gentleman’ she was (in a world of boys, (s)he’s a gentleman.)

“yes, baby? what’s wrong?” she says, walking toward you and sitting down, resting an arm on the back of the couch behind your head. “i wanna go with you, p. ill go with you to the awards.” as you say this, you fiddle with the hem of her basketball shorts.

“you wanna go with me? seriously?” she perks up. her whole face immediately lights up. this was the reason you were doing it. that reaction right there.“yes, love. i want to go with you.” she grabs your chin, pulling your face closer to her and gently pressing a kiss to your temple.

“you know, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. i know you don’t want to read about all of the stupid shit men online say about you. they don’t even know you and it’s so infuriating that they think they can talk about my baby like that. my sweet, sweet girl...” she rubs your side, kissing your temple gently a few more times while babbling a few more sweet names in your ear.

“i know, p. but, i also know i don’t owe anyone shit, and if i want to go out in public with you, i shouldnt be scared. i mean- it’s just…. like, i don’t want to keep hiding us because of the fact that people always have some stupid shit to say. you know, if they call me a whore or if they call me a slut, it might be worth it. it may just be worth it this once.” she smiles ear to ear as you say this. seconds after this, she tackles you onto the couch, pecking all over your face as she tickles your sides.

half asleep, takin’ your time in the tangerine neon lights. this is luxury. you’re not saying you’re in love with me, but, you’re goin’ to. half awake, takin’ your chance, it’s a big mistake. i said, ‘it might blow up in your pretty face.’ im not sayin’ do it anyway, but you’re going to.

the night finally arrives. you guys are both getting your hair done. paige is wearing a lilac suit, and she looks ridiculously attractive. you were wearing a white dress with lilac heels, to coincide with her.

you guys get to the carpet, and it feels so surreal. you guys are finally out together and it’s just fucking insane. she does a few interviews, and they even ask you for your own pictures (even though you’re not an athlete)

the awards themselves are good, paige presents and even changes suits. she looks fuckin’ phenomenal.

but, then the after-party comes. the lights are tangerine and kinda dim, everyone’s drunk, and some people are even outside in a swimming pool. (???)

you had been to award shows yourself, but this was so cool. paige grabs you guys drinks throughout the night, careful not to get too wasted, but enough to get a little tipsy. by the end of the afterparty, so many pictures of you guys had been taken you felt like it was kinda too hard to hide your relationship from the world anymore.

while this wasn’t the main goal of tonight whatsoever, paige decided it was time to make your relationship social media official. she thought you deserved to be loved out loud, and honestly she couldn’t give any less of a fuck who said what. you loved her. she loved you. that’s all that mattered.

@paigebueckers

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Lewis Hamilton - we are just friends

I couldn’t thinking a title so if you have ideas please say!

Part 1- I don’t know how many parts this is going to be so just come along for the ride🤷‍♀️

Eva woke up and checked her phone, after a long flight she had slept for most of the day it was now 8:30 pm.

She's looking through her messages and checking social media to see what she's missed out on after travelling and sleeping all day long.

She'd read her group text, with 6 of her friends, Chloe, jenny, ella, Connor, miles and Liam. For the 4 summer now, they have rented a house in Brazil for 4 weeks and that's how they spend their vacation every year, it's nice and relaxing being with the people you want to be with, but also the house is big enough that you can get away from the noise and the people and have yourself some 'me' time.

They'd messaged to tell her that they'd all gone out. They didn't want to wake her after she'd had such a tough day. She was all alone. She led there for a further 15 minutes before her tummy started rumbling. Since she was on her own, and she knew her friends were not going to come back until early hours of the morning, she didn't bother to put clothes on before leaving her room. She was home alone, so her thong and crop top with no bra would do.

She got out of her bed and started walking towards the door, to get some food that her body was clearly craving. As she was leaving her room stretching her arms up in the air and yawning to get rid of this tired feeling after a long sleep, She opened her eyes to a man standing there topless, looking at her like a deer in headlights, sneaking into Chloe's room. She was shocked looked down and realised her crop top had risen and exposed one of her boobs. Her face went red. Embarrassed she shoved herself back into her room locking the door.

She took out her phone to text the group chat,

'WHY HAS NOBODY TOLD ME THEY ARE BACK AT THE HOUSE AND HAVE BROUGHT A BOY?!'

'We're not back yet, join us in the club now you're awake we're having such a good time!' Connor said, not even acknowledging that I've told them there is a man in the house.

'Chloe there is a man legit sneaking into your room why have you left a boy here?' Eva asked. She knew it must've been something to do with Chloe cause he was sneaking into her room.

'I could only wish he would be a man that I'd brought home. But it's not. It's Lewis, remember we told you he's going to join us this summer, he has come slightly earlier than we expected though!' Chloe replied.

There was indeed someone who was supposed to come, how could Eva forget when it was the only thing her boyfriend had spoke to her about since she told him that this vacation was booked, he was furious about her spending her entire summer in a house full of men especially a stranger. It was liams childhood friend, they knew each there from when they were karting as kids. Eva had never met Lewis, neither heard anyone talk about him other than when planning this vacation, but everyone knew him and seemed extra fond of him so for her it wasn't a big deal. Of course until now when the man who she'd be living with for the next 4 weeks had seen her pretty much completely nude.

What a summer vacation this is already...

Going back to 4 weeks ago. Eva was sat in her room having just finished work, with Ashton, her boyfriend, he was a footballer for Manchester United. They hadn't been together that long but it was safe to say she was totally obsessed with him, and that's probably why she either didn't see or just chose to ignore all of his red flags. Her phone pinged once and she didn't bother checking, instead concentrating on the murder documentary she was watching. A few minutes later, her phone went crazy. He looked at her, she know what he was thinking, 'why would someone be texting you this much', he can sometimes be really jealous over nothing, but that shows he cares right? That's what Eva told herself anyway.

She checked her phone and noticed it was the group chat going off, the one that hadn't been touched since last September and we are now in June! This could only mean one thing, the annual trip to Brazil is being booked.

They have 2 group chats, a regular one that they talk in as and when and the one where it's vacation details only. It is fair to say none of them are as close anymore, but nevertheless they are all still the bestest of friends.

'It's the Brazil vacation I told you about before, we've got the house and now I need to book flights. It's during your off-season, don't you fancy it?' She asked Ashton, he was at the kitchen island in her house eating some fruit, with an unbothered look on his face he replied 'now that you have a boyfriend do you really think you should be going to something like this? It's disrespectful no?'

These are the types of red flags she chose to ignore, at the same time she ignored his remark and went back on her phone, texting about the details in regards to this vacation.

'I'll be there 2-3 days later as I have a shoot scheduled with PLT it's Molly mae's collection so I've been dying to be a part of it. I have asked Ashton if he fancies it but I'll let you know if he will come in the meantime.' Eva said, she knew they wouldn't be happy that she has asked Ashton, but in the same breath they all knew he would say no.

'If it's going to make your life easier let him come but I can't promise that I will bite my tongue if he speaks to you like you're shit in front of me' Chloe replied and everyone had reacted to her message with a thumbs up, sort of like they're agreeing. Here it starts already. Her friends haven't ever got on with Ashton, neither side have made an effort to even try, Eva understand why they wouldn't like him, I mean when you're in relationship you don't ever talk to anyone about the good times, you always vent about how much they've pissed you off, or hurt you and there's been plenty of times like it so she gets it.

'By the way guys Lewis has had a super tough few years, he usually travels around the globe for his summer break but this year he decided he's going to spend it with his old friends so he's coming to Brazil' said Liam, that's when Evas anxiety peaked. Telling Ashton that there will be someone she doesnt even know coming on this vacation is going to cause a huge blow out, eeek!

She never met Lewis, she's never even heard him being talked about, the only thing she does know is what has just been said in this group chat, that he used to do karting with Liam when they were younger, Liam gave it up and Lewis carried on. Everyone's fond of him so hopefully he won't be an issue on this vacation Eva thought.

'What are they saying in there' Ashton asked trying to get as much information so he can think of more and more reasons to tell Eva not to go.

'Hmm nothing really, just that there's someone called Lewis that'll be coming, which is good it makes it slightly cheaper for us all.'

'A stranger?' He asked, 'you're going to be living in a house with 3 lads that have all probably tried to sleep with you at some point, and on top of that a stranger, someone you don't even know. All while having a boyfriend who's famous! Imagine those headlines' he snapped back, Eva could see the fury building in his eyes waiting for a response, which he would find something wrong with to further cause an argument, this was routine.

Eva kept calm, gave him an unbothered look, 'don't tell me about headlines, have you not seen yours from 2 days ago? Hmm pictured in a night club with a girl wrapped around you, good headlines Ashton.' She smirked and looked back down at her phone. She has now rage booked the flight for herself and in her head officially disinvited him. He left her house not long after, after she gave him the silent treatment so she could stop the argument before it went further.

Brazil is booked and nothing is going to stop her from going.

4 weeks later, she's sat in ashtons car, he's driving her to the airport, the car is eerily silent. They hadn't touched the topic of this vacation since the first day that it came up. Ashton had tried to bring it up but to no avail, she knew if she let him go on about it she would cave into what he wanted and would stay in England, but this was tradition so if not mentioning it or ignoring him when he tried was the way to go then that's what she would do.

He pulled up at the airport, she'd waited for him to get out of the car, help with her bags and wave her off since they wouldn't see each other for 4 weeks. She wasn't extremely surprised when he didn't, he left the car engine on and stayed in the drivers seat. She got her bags, and excitedly came to his window 'are you sure you don't want to come, it would be really great for our relationship if you did' indeed it would be good for him to see her in that environment and seeing how platonic their relationships are. He kissed her cheek and rolled the window back up and drove away. She knew he was angry but to act like this, he was acting like a child.

Sure enough soon she was on the plane waiting to get to Brazil!

[yurislotusgarden]

Menaces in Love

ʚїɞ Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 825

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff, probably ooc Chuuya, you and Chuuya are married in this one loves, pet names used: doll, reader's gender is not specified in any way (hopefully), you both are goddamn menaces but in this one, it's mostly reader

It’s 3:07 am, a normal hour for the both of you to be awake. Chuuya was trying to fall asleep as he had to go out early in the morning, but goddammit are you not letting him do that. You’ve been asking dumb questions for the past half an hour, and surprisingly been quiet for the past 5 minutes. The ginger’s savoring it, to say the least.

Such a sad fact is that his dumbass of a spouse can’t stay quiet.

“Chuu?” A murmur came from behind, Your arms around his waist, a nice position, only if he could sleep.

“What is it this time?” The tone used by Chuuya is with no questions, showing being done.

“...I’m just thinking… what if aliens think that we are the aliens?” The [h/c]ette said with a for some reason serious tone, which caused questions in the gingers head, looking at the question asked.

Chuuya turned around, confused to hell and back “The fuck you talking about?”

Let’s just say there was a debate on that for over an hour and Chuuya indeed didn’t get his beauty sleep.

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It isn’t you.

The only thing on Chuuya’s mind were those simple 3 words.

Your dear husband has gotten sent on a longer mission, one that can take up to a week, and mind you, but our beloved short stack would want his routine cuddles right now. If there’s one thing he hates to miss, it’s those goddamn cuddles.

At the moment it was 4 am, and the short figure of his could be seen laying widely awake on the hotel bed, hugging a pillow, wishing and trying to imagine it was his beloved spouse.

“Goddammit, maybe they’re right, maybe I’m the clingy one”

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5 am, that’s how late, or perhaps early, Chuuya came back to the apartment. He tried to be quiet, in case that you were asleep.

Wishful thinking.

The moment the ginger came relatively close to the bed, he was pulled down into a pair of arms.

“Missed you” A murmur from under him.

“I know, I missed you too” A quiet answer. A hand on your head, running though your hair.

The short figure chuckled, completely expecting something like this but still amused. A similar situation happens every time he’s on a mission longer than 3 days. 

“Have you slept lately?” Came the question from him, brown eyes looking at your face as much as he can in this position.

“Of course”

Chuuya knew it’s a lie, after all, you always had problems with sleeping if you were unsure of whether the ginger’s safe or not. The distance didn’t help for sure, but there’s no sense in pointing it out.

“I have free today if that helps, we can sleep in” Chuuya indeed does, Mori gave him a day off. For what reasons? The male doesn't know, and he thinks he’d rather stay in the dark on this one.

“Perfect, because there’s no way in hell we're getting out of this bed until 12”

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“Alright alright alright but what about this?”

The ginger groans, he just wants to sleep. “Go to sleep”

“Do you think that we would still be together in an alternate universe?” A teasing whisper, where the ginger can practically hear your smile.

“Go to sleep” “What if Chuuya’s a girl there?” “Go to sleep” An excited gasp could be heard. “What if we have kids there by now-”

“you’re about to sleep on the couch-”

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“I have a serious question” 

Chuuya looked over to the doorway from where he was sitting. “An actual serious question or is it serious in your eyes only?”

A  frown could be seen on your face. “An actual serious question Chuu Chuu” 

The ginger head only scowled at the nickname and stopped himself from making a comeback. He really doesnt know where you got the nickname from. “Then shoot”

“... Why me?” You answered in a quiet soft voice, making Chuuya confused. If there’s one thing he knows from all these years of knowing you, it’s that you don’t act like this unless you’re actually serious or truthful, just generally this kind of moments.

“Dumbass, it’s obvious” He couldn't stop himself from a small teasing while turning back around, just how dumb can his spouse get?

You groan. “Chuu! C’mon just answer my question!” Chuuya softly chuckles.

“Are you gonna answer or am I gonna stay in the dark?”

“...When I saw you, everyone else seemed to disappear”

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“Listen Chuu. I can get your cereal-soup argument, but there’s absolutely nothing you can say or do in this universe  to convince me that a hot dog is a fucking sandwich”

“Wha- What do you mean?” The ginger was confused, why do you not get it? “Doll, it’s simple! Imagine the bread around as normal bread and the inside-”

“No!”

Both of you sometimes wonder why you’re married to each other of all people.

Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated <3

[bomberqueen17]

realizations

this is just me having medical realizations and again wishing I had someone to help me coordinate my medical care. I hear rumors some people use primary care physicians for this but mine doesn't do that kind of thing, so I'm writing things out here instead.

physical therapy:

shit got so busy last week that i fell off the wagon for the first time. I've only ever missed a single day of the thrice-weekly physical therapy exercises since I was first prescribed them in January; on two occasions I think I've wound up doing them only twice in a week. But last Tuesday, I woke up and did a few of them and then ran out of time, and then worked three twelve-hour days in a row, and a fourth day I worked six hours and then drove four more. And then I was visiting friends and had horrible menstrual cramps. So I just didn't climb back onto the wagon.

I haven't had bad sciatic nerve pain at any point during any of that. Sure, toward the end of the long days on my feet I was taking any opportunity to sit, and I was doing some of the pt stretches, and it's not that the sciatic nerve didn't hurt at all. But it didn't keep me up. And I now am back to a normal level of physical activity, and I slept in a bad position last night and am experiencing no consequences today.

I'll go back to them-- need to figure out today if I have an appointment tomorrow or Thursday first-- and I'm sure not saying the exercises caused the sciatic nerve pain-- but it sure is a fucking data point isn't it.

ADHD meds:

I have managed to take two doses of Ritalin about four times in the last two weeks. It used to be that I would at least really notice the first dose, but I've been faithful enough with it that at this point my body doesn't seem to react to it at all. I can't tell whether I've taken it, most days, and that means I don't notice it wearing off and I don't think to take the second one. I know it shouldn't work like that but it definitely doesn't. There have been days I've forgotten both doses, though, and there's no real difference in those days. And that time I tried to sew those bike shorts was one of my most obvious two-dose days.

I don't need help focusing my attention, which seems to be what the stimulants do. My manifestation of ADHD is not distraction. I have always been able to focus on a task. What I cannot do is initiate a task, change a task, or perform a sequence of tasks that depend on one another, beyond a very simple list structure. Last night I had to entirely admit defeat because coordinating a sequence of tasks was beyond me. It was an embarrassingly simple sequence of tasks: I had to drop my car off for service, and get dinner, and the hardest part was that I had to coordinate a person accompanying me in a second vehicle so I could get a ride home. And there was a time constraint, and I could not do any of it because I could not initiate the task of looking up which takeout restaurants were nearby. "Solve one thing at a time," Dude said, and proceeded to help me, but I said "i can't solve one thing at a time, because if I solve one thing I will not then be able to initiate the solving of the second thing, and then the second problem will derail the rest of my night."

On my own I would not have been able to feed myself dinner, I think. I would have had to abandon that very simple task as unsolvable. I simply could not hold two things in my mind long enough to consider it. It was absolutely stupid.

Relatedly I was trying to figure out how to calculate the sale price of an item, and it was 60% off the listed price, and I know to get 60% of something you multiply it by .6, so I was trying to do that and then subtract the number I got from the original number, and I tried it literally nine times without being able to remember the .6 result long enough to then type it back into the calculator. Yes, I know you can just times it by .4 instead now, and I also know that at any moment I could have gotten up and gotten a piece of paper, or gotten a second calculator, or taken a screenshot, but all of those solutions were so cumbersome and involved me abandoning my initial task that I could not figure out how to use them. I finally asked someone else and they told me the answer and also how to use the times .4 method, which I had considered but wasn't confident enough in.

All of this is related, I think, to me having basically no working memory. I cannot hold a thing in my mind while I contemplate a second thing. And I don't know if any ADHD medication would ever help with that. That is the root of almost all of my problems: I know, from long experience, that I have to continually maintain the single thing I am focused on in my mind, and if I try to think of any second thing, I either can't, or if I succeed, will lose the first thing irrevocably. So i can't use most of the problem-solving skills I know fine well how to use. I can't get fucking anything done. (I give amazing advice, always have, because I've spent a ton of time figuring out how to solve problems and then discovering that I can't actually use any of those methods successfully.) And, I can pretty conclusively state after these several months of experimentation: ADHD stimulant meds have zero effect on this problem.

I don't know if any meds have any effect on this problem. It may well be that there is nothing to be done for my condition, medication-wise. I guess I'm glad I was able to try medication, since it is such a miracle for so many people. I guess I'm just sad it wasn't a miracle for me. But it hasn't addressed any of my problems so I don't see a point in continuing it.

Possibly what I need is some other kind of therapy, some kind of like behavioral therapy or life coaching or something, I don't know. It would help me enormously, I think, to have a lifestyle with a predictable routine and very little dislocation, but that's not possible for me with my current job and life situation. And I don't know how to discover what kind of therapies even exist, and I know the psych provider I've been seeing will not be able to recommend anything in the three minutes we get per meeting. So I might just be out of options, now. But I guess I'm glad at least I tried.

I really wish I had some kind of doctor overseeing all of my medical care I could consult about this, but I don't, I only have the individual specialists. So I'm on my own and I'm just trying to work around my severe memory problems by writing things out, I guess.

Currently I am just going to have to accept that there's literally no way I'm going to be able to figure out how to get to Rochester and back this week, so I'm going to give up on retrieving my critical personal electronics and just wait until I head back to the farm to get them on my way through. Which sucks and I am sad about but I just don't know how to coordinate the logistics and incorporate that into my life, so I'm going to stop worrying about it. This is how I get through things: I just let almost everything go, and live with whatever I can pick up in the aftermath. C'est la vie!

Oh huh you can't add more tags onto posts once you've stopped adding them huh. Fascinating choice, Tumblr.

[angelpuns]

Not a vent, just thinking thoughts. For the past year-ish, I've been less..mobile? And by that I mean I've found it harder to stand for long periods of time/walk long distances. But I'm genuinely not sure if its because I am not as regularly mobile as I was previously ( I don't walk everywhere like I did in college/while I lived in the city ) or because BEING as mobile as I was before( especially in hs and college) and then suddenly no longer needing to do so to survive has just made my body decide ' okay we no longer need to push ourselves like this so we're gonna take all that accumulated badness and breakdown'.

And I'd love to say I've been keeping track of/documenting when its worse to see if its a once-in-a-while type thing or a steady decline but I am terrible at that because typically I'll only notice it once its really bad and I also will have okay days where I'm able to walk/stand more and then I'm like ' oh its the first reason' or ' oh it was all in my head actually ' SOOO yeah. And I haven't had a time where I'm like completely unable to walk or stand so my bets are on just not doing it enough. Part of my knees being fucked is cause of marching band though, that shit will wreck your knees :/

Anyway just thoughts I was thinking because my knee and hip are fucked after this weekend ;-; I drove the 8 hour round trip in the same position p much the whole time and was super tense which isn't super great and then I also went up and down 2 flights of stairs like 3-4 times every hour for 5-6ish hours and also slept on a camping cot so yeah I don't think any of that helped lmao.

Anyway I'll probably be fine after a couple of days, my hip is already a lot better its just my knee that's annoying, and I think it'll get better if I walk it off??? I wasn't paying close enough attention to figure out if the walking or sitting was making it better today so I guess I'll find out tomorrow :)

Wow this is a big post, sorry if you read thus far for some reason. I really just wanted to write this down for later, because its just about the only documentation I'll have about the knee thing later lmao

[asheli1515]

The Ghosts We Carry || Rafe Cameron - Prologue

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a/n: soft!rafe x fem!character (OC)

word count: 875

warnings/disclaimers: fluff, angst, familial loss, grief, brief mention of substances (alcohol, drugs, etc.), season 4 plotline (I'm grieving), out-of-character rafe after a while, emotional intimacy, smut is there if you squint, blood, violence, dangerous situations, dual pov

summary: after a reckless night of partying, Rafe Cameron finds himself alone at the beach walking home. During his trek, he bumps into a quiet, mysterious newcomer who seems to see beyond his tough exterior. Despite Rafe's reputation and his defensive attitude, the newcomer refuses to judge him. They strike up an unexpected connection, and soon, their late-night conversations become the highlight of Rafe's days. As their bond deepens, Rafe finds himself torn between his need to prove himself and his new feelings for someone who doesn't want anything from him but the truth. Will Rafe let down his walls and risk everything for love, or will his inner turmoil and need to make something of himself tear them apart?

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RAFE

Tonight was a night like any other in the town of Kildare. Kooks and Pogues were partying to their heart’s content while paying no mind to the consequences that were likely to come in the morning.

I found myself loathing where I was, as it all felt so repetitive and unfulfilling. Even with this resolve, I still found myself drinking more as the night went on, trying to numb the disappointment that is my life—trying to convince myself that I wasn’t a failure and feel normal for once.

I looked around the party to see the faces of the partygoers; some of them I knew, and others I wished I didn't. Among these was my sister, Sarah, with her boyfriend, John B, laughing like they had no cares in the world. I knew this wasn't true, though, as I had inadvertently been through many of the adventures they went on. I had been the cause of loss and destruction in their life…a lot of the things I did were for my father. Now that he was no longer here, it all seemed to be for nothing. It only made my sister hate me, and I truthfully don’t blame her. I was coked out most of the time and did things in a drugged-out rage. I don't know why I am this way, or maybe I do know… everything leads back to my father. I have come to regret many of my past actions but can’t bring myself to apologize for them. Instead, I come to parties to try and forget, so I find myself surrounded by people I have no interest in talking to or getting to know.

Some hours later, the party came to an end, and I decided to head home. Feeling the immense amount of stress and numbness that my life's events have brought me, I decided to walk home as the party was only a few miles down the beach from the building I called home. It was ironic to call it my home as I have never truly felt welcomed there. It was merely a place where I slept and ate, nothing more. The breeze that the waves brought with them was cool and light, allowing me to catch my breath even for a moment. I continue my trek down the beach, stuck in my thoughts, so much so that I don’t even notice the figure leaning up against a tree trunk that has long since died. Its only purpose now is being the occasional backrest for individuals admiring the ocean. The girl seemed lost in thought as well, but eventually, she noticed me and looked in my direction with an almost curious emotion. Her face seemed to speak for her as I knew the question that would come out of her mouth before it did. Her voice was soft and calm when she spoke, something that I was not used to hearing from anyone anymore.

Anytime anyone talked to me nowadays, it was to chastise me, or their voice held a hostility I knew I deserved. I almost had forgotten she said anything when she spoke again.

“Hello? Did you not hear me?” she questioned with a tone that I expected to be impatient but was the complete opposite. “Are you talking to me?” I asked, as most people don’t just talk to me out of the blue. “Yes, I’m talking to you,” she laughed. “Do you see anyone else near us?” she spoke as if she found this conversation amusing.

This is definitely one of the more odd occurrences that I have come across recently but I found myself wanting to prolong going ‘home’ for as long as possible. “No, I guess I don’t,” I respond matter-of-factly without knowing how to continue this conversation. Almost as if she knew what I was thinking, she patted the sand beside her, indicating that she wanted me to join her. I took this moment to look at her for the first time. She had blonde hair with a slight brown undertone and blue-gray eyes that complimented each other well. Her build was average, and she had freckles scattered across her face like a dusting of sand. I found myself appreciating her looks and realized that it was probably not something I should be doing.

I hesitated for a second before taking the seat next to her, unsure what to do or say next. This reaction was new for me as I am usually very confident in social situations. I chalk it up to my being slightly intoxicated and the fact that I had never seen this girl before. I am convinced I know everyone in Kildare…my dad made it my job to know as he wanted me to take over the family business when he retired. I wonder if he realized how pointless it all was in his last moments.

I shook the thought from my head and stared toward where the skyline and ocean met, trying to take it all in. Something about this girl intrigued me, and I needed something new to focus on, so I decided to continue the conversation.

Little did he know this decision would be the catalyst that would change him and his life forever

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a/n: hey y'all! I hope you enjoyed the little snippet of this new story I am writing. I haven't ever published anything before, so please be kind :) I have always felt that Rafe is just misunderstood, and no one ever takes the time to figure out what motivates him. I am writing this to give his character the redemption it deserves so he will only follow canon for a short while. My OC has some magical powers that make him do a complete 180*. You won't recognize him by the end of the story...in a good way, haha. Constructive criticism is welcomed or any plot ideas y'all want to see...I might include them ;)

-Ash <3

[sighthounds-and-sketches]

Let's talk about flying to pick up a puppy by yourself

And some ways to make it easier on you.

Your prep starts honestly, about a week before baby actually comes home. Maybe 2 weeks.

For my pre-flight prep, I first picked out a flight carrier. I went with the one my breeder recommended.

It has expandable sides, and a little storage pocket. And it's resistant to chewing. I'm really glad I didn't buy a cheaper one, and I can't stress enough that it's cheaper to buy a quality one the first time than have a zipper break or a tear in the middle of your trip. My trip in total was 4 flights and 4 hours in the car, with him being with me for half of it and having the longest layover of my day. I could only really let him out a couple times, so this next part was incredibly helpful.

I mailed the carrier to my breeder,

at her behest. This was *huge* because the siblings got their scent on it and he was acclimated to being in it before I got to him. It acted as a secure place for him to ride in the car and for his first few nights here, he slept in there through the night.

And now that he's in his crate, the removable pad with scents on it has been instrumental in establishing the crate as a safe place for him.

Video of why I'm really glad I got the durable carrier.

Please consider what you're wearing that day.

Wear clothes you don't need to fuss with *at all* that's normal airport protocol- but I can't stress this enough, you're carrying the puppy in your arms through the TSA checkpoint and other people will be fussing over him. Make sure your appearance and personal bag is no fuss.

See: jeans, hoodie, puppy treat and potty bag that can be shoved into my personal Item, and a no fuss backpack.

In my personal travel bag I kept:

Pee pads, his food from the breeder, a change of clothes in case of incidents, a portable battery to charge my phone, collapsible food and water bowls, collar and leash incase one wasn't provided, and SEVERAL toys in there.

The toys were great for waiting in the terminal. I'd expand the sides of the crate and introduce a new toy to him to help him run a bit of energy out before we had to board.

Peepads: Even though airports have animal relief areas, chances are they're either kind of gross or your dog may be a little too young for it to be safe. I was traveling through one of the busiest airports in the world, and nobody was checking jack shit so I opted for potty breaks to occur in bathrooms with pee pads. He didn't end up going but it's better to be prepared.

I flew Delta and used Skymiles accumulated from our credit card with them that we pay off monthly, so the only thing I paid for out of pocket was 95.00 to bring Argos on board. My flight only costed 20k miles total, and that was only a small portion of what we'd accumulated over the 6 months we've been using the card. I think it's worth considering if you're planning to fly to a breeder. It enabled me to go anywhere in the country that Delta flies and not worry about costs.

Day of hack: double check your flights on the airlines app and switch your seat if possible. I swapped one of my return flight seats to an empty row for 15.00, which meant I could have my carryon and him with me at the same time and that was very nice for readjusting where my stuff was and taking a damn nap. Because at this point, I'd been up for about 18 hours and still had 7 hours of traveling before I'd get home.

I think my last thing is that if you're like me and you do have an invisible disability- ask if you can preboard. Dont be afraid to say "hey, i have this problem and standing in the heat while carrying a bunch of stuff is potentially going to cause an episode. " The employees were extremely nice, and willing to work with me. Ultimately, I went through all of this because he's a service dog prospect and will hopefully help.

Small things for me specifically prior: ate in the morning and right before I picked him up, he was able to chill in his carrier while I ate dinner at a restaurant in the airport- didn't make any sounds. He slept the whole time. I don't think I couldve eaten in the food court, too much to carry between him and my main bag.

I think that's it. I may add to this if I remember anything I forgot.

Edited to add: for my besties with miscellaneous illnesses-

A baggie with your medicines is IMPORTANT. Do not forget some dramamine, advil, Tylenol, whatever, pack it if there's a small chance you'll need it!

I ended up getting migraine symptoms like 5 hours into travel, and that was not a day I could afford to have blurred vision. <3 remember to take care of YOU on the journey.