#AYE—AYE DONT RUN AW—

[marwhoa]

I’m gonna kick your ass 🫵

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Hey I've been wanting to ask you for a while a request I've had. Can I have some headcanons of the mercenary's realizing their feelings for the 10th merc after they brutally bash in a enemy's skull in for trying to kill said merc. And then the 10th merc looks at them with extreme concern while checking up on them. Before turning around and killing another enemy that was about to kill them.

I would love to see the mercenary's reaction to being saved by their crush and having to deal with the horny panic of finding them attractive.

If you dont want to do this that's fine. Thanks again for making really good tf2 x reader content! I love it! Byebye have a good day/night.

The Mercs realizing they have feelings for Y/N after watching them brutally kill an enemy (NSFW)

WARNING: severe amounts of simping

Scout:

- Oh. Oh.. OH. OHH NOOO! OUR SCOUUTTT. HE’S BROKKEEENNN

- You look so dazzling with the blood on your clothes and the rockets whizzing past you. The explosions in the background creating a fine backdrop. Cue the cheesy romantic 40s music as you kill people in slow motion and Scout is in awe.

- You’re confused. He had been standing there even after you had successfully cleared the point. You wave your hand in front of his face and he doesn’t react.

- In his head he’s already having romantic fantasies of frolicking with you on the beach and bashing in people’s heads. The idea of you beating the shit out of him particularly makes him feel a certain way. He has no idea why. Oh god, is this normal? Wait.. Why is he already having thoughts of marrying you and growing old together?

- Immediately goes whining to Spy like a little pussy about you. He’s batshit scared of you but also has the most confusing boner. Good job. You sent him crying after his daddy. You hear a “SPYYYYYYYYYYYeeeEEEE!” as you leave the battlefield. Followed by a groan from said frenchman.

———————————————————————-

Soldier:

“NOW HANG ON PRIVATE THATS NOT EXACTLY— Oh.. Ah..” Soldier hisses through his teeth and puts his fist to his mouth, his helmet falls back a bit from the impact you made of kicking an enemy demoman’s sticky bomb back to him. You can see his expression is incredibly conflicted about this. With mild arousal. Holy shit. Somebody as batshit crazy as him. Who the hell kicks an active explosive?

- Because on one hand, you’re impractical yet affective at what you do. Just like him. But on the other hand that’s HIS THING. NOT YOURS! He’s one to act incredibly erratic on many occasions when strategy is in the back of his head awaiting the stupidly fast yet eons long conveyor belt.

- Becomes incredibly infatuated by you on the spot. Creating a sort of vague idea in his head on what you could be like. Cue very vivid fantasies of you and him strangling a sumo wrestler while naked, claiming france as an American owned country for some reason by sticking the flag into the tip of the Eiffel tower while naked, and having a fine American breakfast on the deck of your cottage.. (while naked.)

- “Is that a pistol in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” You ask him afterwards. “NEGATIVE. THAT’S A ROCKET. I ran out of room.” He lies. You believe him because that sounds like something he’d do.

———————————————————————-

Demoman:

- You destroy a sentry nest he was trying to demolish around a choke point. He’s both offended, and slightly attracted. You’ve destroyed his pride and humbled him. Normally Demoman is the only one who can take down a sentry nest unless Medic has full charge on somebody — among other things.

- He opens his mouth to protest but you silence him with an award winning smile that makes his heart flutter. As you run past him to head over to Medic and regain your strength, he’s scratching his stubble. Trying to comprehend the slurry of feelings. Demoman is an adult and he’s old enough to be fully aware that you can feel multiple emotions at once; that doesn’t make him any less disoriented though.

- “Ay.. finally somebody who’s on my level!” he calls after you. Promising he’ll outrank you next round. His competitive nature demands it. He’s trying so hard to ignore his boner right now. Assuming it to be just from adrenaline.

- Well, you’re tied. You’re both equal amounts on the next scoreboard. He stares at it on the intel computer terminals in disbelief. He immediately downs a shit load of his scrumpy. Holy shit. He has a massive crush on you now. Begins to wonder how drunk he can get before he forgets about this.

———————————————————————-

Engineer:

- You distract him so much he doesn’t even realize the jammed shell in his shotgun at first. You’ve made him lose like half of his life experience in a fraction of a second and he tries to take out the jammed shell and ends up burning himself. “God. DANGIT.”

- inwardly embarrassed and trying to make it seem like all was normal; he slaps the back of the gun so the shell falls out. Continues trying to defend the points… emphasis on tries. You’re his type AND you’re blood thirsty. He can’t help but feel slightly intrigued. The sparks of what would eventually be a crush once he starts talking to you more.

- He can’t bring himself to think filthy thoughts of someone he just met, he wasn’t raised like that. Occasionally the thought crosses his mind and he becomes a little angry with himself. Please stop being sexy in front of somebody who was raised in the bible belt. PLEASE! he would beg you if it didn’t sound so weird out of context.

- Fuck it. Christian shame doesn’t beat nature. He has to jerk off to the thought of you after battles in the shower. You’ve fucked him up.

—————————————————————————

Heavy:

- “Heavy, i’m fully charged. Focus on the soldiers in the front and tell me when to— Was zur Hölle?!” Medic complains, looking away from Heavy’s WAY too apparent hard on.

- Heavy would make a great ice sculpture right now. He’s both sweating and frozen in place as he watches you tear the enemy lines to shreds. He rarely feels this way for anybody at all. Heavy was certain his libido evened out as he got older but you just brought him back to square one. He felt like a horny teenager again.

- He wants to lick the blood off your neck so bad. It’s disgraceful. He feels like a disgusting sewage pipe and suddenly wishes the respawn machine didn’t exist so he could permanently die out here just to forget this even happened.

- Eventually waves his hand for Medic to pocket someone else. Goes over and helps you kick some ass. You indirectly both bond from this and successfully kickstart your connection.

———————————————————————-

Pyro:

- You’re the same as them in their point of view. A ‘misunderstood’ killer (Yeah, okay..) who wanted nothing more than peace of mind while they went about their daily business!

- The enjoy he sees in your eyes as you land a hit is marvelous. Every single swing of your melee felt like some sort of complex ballet. There was birds and neon colors following you wherever you went. You’ve now given them a weird fetish for adept mercenaries they had no idea they even had. They want to meet you RIGHT NOW.

- air blasts a poor demoman off a cliff you were fighting. “Hey. It’s alright. I got this.” You tell them. Pyro just tilts their head. You walk on to cap the cart and Pyro follows closely behind you. “What’s up?” You finally ask him, out of curiosity. Pyro just stares. You begin to recall horror stories that the other mercs told you of Pyro.

- They continue following you around as your own personal bodyguard. Engineer tells you that he does the same to him on occasion. To the extent of protecting his sentries. Apparently Pyro just follows people around like a dog because they have no idea how to communicate their interest.

———��—————————————————————

Sniper:

- Watches you a day before a match doing target practice atop a bridge. The targets in question are in the ravine below. The way you so effortlessly hit each target, only missing a few — for some reason caught his attention. He lowered his scope from his eye and preferred the entertainment of you for a moment.

- You get angry after only missing two. Taking your long range and throwing it aggressively into the ravine. Sniper has no clue why you did this, considering you’re the first person in a while who hasn’t fucked up this course right off the bat. For some reason your aggression is getting him hot and bothered. Is this just a weird preference or a sexual thing? Holy shit, he has no idea.

- Sniper brings his legs together to hide his wood. “Eyes both open with a gun like that, mate. Instinctive to close an eye but I guarantee you, if ya just focus on nothing but the target then boom.” He says. Wondering if maybe he was just overthinking and his penis was being insane.

- “As if you shoot with anything else besides a fucking sniper rifle.” You talk back. “I do, actually.” He says, shrugging at your rage. He didn’t feel like sassing back right now. He was tired. “I could show ya if ya want.”

- He bites his lip, applying pressure to the point it’s red. It was both your bad attitude and shooting skills. He loved a partner who was needlessly edgy. This is seriously the type of guy to swoon over the most edgiest of individuals. Eat nails for breakfast and wear a biker vest for god’s sake while you’re at it.

———————————————————————

Medic:

- Uhm.. Medic’s a little weird.

- Not only is he aroused by you in general but the blood on your clothes and in your hair. The way you kill enemies in-and-itself is arousing him. Much like Engineer he tries to focus on his job to no avail. Ends up pocketing you all day and after the other Mercs ask him about it, he claims it’s because they’re all annoying and not doing their jobs correctly again.

- He sits at his desk at night trying to do paperwork. He can’t focus after what he’s seen today. He begins having incredibly fucked up fantasies of eating your organs. Or you climbing into his chest and sleeping in there. Better yet? sex with both your entrails hanging out! knife play! biting! Dear god he’s gross. God, just shut up.

- He puts a hand to his own heart, feeling his heartbeat. For a second he suspected he was getting possessed or something. But no, he’s just incredibly horny. “Archimedes.” Medic said breathlessly. “I do believe i’m moonstruck. Which is unacceptable..” He sort of laughs nervously.

- Coooo. Brrr.

- “Yes, I wholeheartedly agree.” His voice is hoarse. Medic picks up his bonesaw at the end of his table and looks at his own reflection in it. “Every time I love somebody it ends horribly. Best just get what I want and move on.” He says, darkly. What he doesn’t know is that this is the start of his relationship with you. Enticing you to have sex with him — with your consent — it brings you and him to an incredibly intimate level.

————————————————————-

Spy:

- MOTHERFUCKER AINT PLAYIN. he doesn’t waste time. He sees a fellow serial killer and he immediately goes in for the kill. (Pun intended.) But yeah this is Spy we’re talking about here. He’s a manwhore and I thought the canon already established that.

- “That was some fine work out there.” He tells you slowly. His hands behind his back. “Would you care to join me for a second?” He offers his hand. Which you take hesitantly. He takes you to his quarters and attempts to court you. Which works because he’s something straight out of a romance movie with his clever quips.

- “I have a feeling—“ He begins, slowly offering his hand and hovering it above your thigh, placing it down and rubbing you slowly when he didn’t sense any discomfort. “That we will enjoy each other’s company often, my pet.” He looks for your approval. Any sign of it.

- Dude is so fucking slick that you can’t resist him. He’s unbelievably experienced in romance and knows how to charm his way into your pants. It was like you were under a spell by a hypnotic snake. He ends up getting what he wants and doesn’t hold back. His knife is threatening your back and he’s atop you. “Shhh.”

- Sex happens. Aggressive sex. Right off the bat.

[paperstreetlocal]

Please expand on your Narrator neurodivergency hcs too if you're willing!! I love the ones you did for Tyler.

this isn't just neurodivergent shit its also like other issues sorry i cant stay on topic

autism wise i dont think he really gets overstimulated ? not the type to have a sensory meltdown or something i feel like he just kinda blocks out everything around him if its too loud or whaetever.disassociates a bit.Textures though……thats a whole other thing i think he ust wears simple somewhat tight clothes.half the reason cuz hes boring and has no fashion sense the other half is he just cant stand having anything excessive on him

ithink he stims in more subtle ways cuz he masks a lot Mostly just taps his foot or bites his nails or fidgets with pens/longer objects and flings them around on accident.i feel like he would touch his hair a lot and always keeps it short and tidy cause he cant stand it eing longer.scratches his forearms Generic stuff like that

his ocd gets really bad tho his brain runs literally 24/7 which pairs w his insomnia and the guy just thinks about bullshit constantly.intrusive thoughts galore I dont think hes a perfectionist by any means but he has to keep certain things tidy/closed or it drives him up the wall.specifically his work cubicle which is a mess but organized to nobody but himself n i think he gets extremely paranoid at times especially right around when he moves in w tyler cuz of the lack of lock on the front door and tht stuff

also when it comes to compulsions i think he bites (previously mentioned) and eats his nails and completely decimates them for several reasons and picks at his skin/scalp/teeth/eyes a lot and not in a hygienic way (do i even need to put this in here? nothing about their house or them is hygienic) and having to move into tylers house fucked up with his routine super badly hedidNotlike it in the slightest

e strikes me as the type to be anemic and always be freezing cold (unlike tyler whos a radiator) and overdresses while outside (him in his silly puffy jackets) and i think he sweats waaay ay too much bad eyesight had glasses at one point but switched to contacts and then got his apartment blown up now he gets eye infections cuz he doesnt have any neww ones

for the schizophrenia stuff i mean. somebody hcs him as schizophrenic somebody as a did system .. . personally im either not sure or he has both but i mostly go w the notion that the whole runtime of fight club was the narrator having a schizophrenic episode and i do think tyler may have appeared earlier on in his life in a different form and he just forgot or wasn't aware it was him.i dont think chuck did his best repping either of the disorders so whatever goes honestly lol (my main issue is you can have alters and be schizophrenic but having an alter AS a hallucination is incredibly odd to me? is that even a thing /genq) neeway dont have any special hcs just whatever happens in the book/movie u know abt that already

also extra stuff for tyler i forgot b4 i think he likes sniffing him.his mind cannot comprehend Not Smelling Like Fucking Shit 24/7 (narrator is somewhat cleaner and thus smells ok sometimes. mostly like sweat though) CONTRARY to that id card (ifykyk) i think his handwriting is AWFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his ass does NOT write in perfect cursive ik his shit is barely legible Fuck You and he cannot spell longer words like Wednesday what do you think this is ? Spelling bee ?

[equallyshaw]

birthday posts feat, auston matthews

- in this au, auston and his longtime girlfriend - now fiancé have kept their lives very private and only his teammates know of her and their daughter, mia who is now 6! also…the two share the same birthday 😚

—

@austonmatthews: happy birthday to the best mother and best friend, and soon to be wife, I could ever ask for. love you to the moon and back, my love xx

467k likes, 23.8k comments

•

@williamnylander: that’s a god awful long run on sentence bud

@williamnylander: happy bday to the queen @ lolaam

↳ @lolaam: 😌

@stephlachance: OMG FINALLY

@mitchmarner: not Steph and I sobbing rn

@fanone: this is so cute !!!

@justinbieber: this is so wholesome 🥺

@arynetavares: you guys are just so cute...mia is so blessed!

@alexmatthews: only took ten years to post...how sweet

↳ @breyanamatthews: this ^

↳ @lolaam: mia misses her tias!

↳ @breyanamatthews: we miss her so stinkin much

↳ @alexmatthews: we bide our times with pictures from over the years

↳ @austonmatthews: oh shush

@joethornton: lola is up there for the best mom award

↳ @joethorntonswife: ahh yes!!!

@tessavirtue: happy birthday queen!

↳ @lolaam: love u

@43kadri: we dont celebrate aus' bday on the same day we celebrate lolas!

↳ @mitchmarner: what im saying

@fantwo: this is so cute

@fanthree: I had no idea he was engaged and had a child...i always thought he was single

@lolaam: looks like the cat is out of the bag!!!

↳ @austonmatthews: I guess it is🤩

↳ @williamnylander: I swear to god if you use that emoji one more time..

@connormcdavid: happy birthday lol!

↳ @lolaam: aye aye cap🫡

↳ @austonmatthews: u mean the grinch...?

@laurenkyle: happy birthday bestieeeee🥺

↳ @lolaam: love u to bunches laur!!! mia and i are coming up - soon!

↳ @laurenkyle: fridge and pantry stocked ready always 🤍

—

@lolaam: happy birthday to the absolute best dad who is the king of summer and king of mias and i's heart's, nosotros te amo con todo mi corazón xx

tag: austonmatthews

455 likes, 98 comments. (private account)

@stephlachance: I love you guyso freakin much

@haileybieber: cutest trio in the world

@Michaelbunting: there's Mia being a princess and then there's aus

↳ @austonmatthews: on my birthday?

↳ @michaelbunting: the best day of the year to do it

@laurenkyle: mia steals the show each and every pic😌

↳ @lolaam: mini me🥺

↳ @connormcdavid: lolol dead

__

cute little edit! hope u enjoyed :)

[notafunkiller]

I just saw jason post, he is shooting some scenes on the ship, he add a post about it, tag a movie and also the director of it but not aw, and aw also add a story from the same place what mean she is there with them but jason decide not to mention her in his post.

It makes me wonder how big og a role she acually have in this movie, does she really is as important as she claim. Because its weird, there are people who say that this movie might end up shooting in november, aw is there for 2 months but we never saw her and jason together, no promotion stuff, no pap walk to show how great cast is geting along, not even one spotting at deux of some dinner where the cast was laughting and having fun nothing, almost like they dont spend any time together, aw is going out but with her friends and pr stuff with seb but she dont do any pr for her own movie. The only time both jason and aw were tag was on the ig stories of crew working on movie decorations but you couldnt actually see them, its like they tag them because they are in the movie not because they were on the set that day. And aw dont post jason to, before she had article with pratt from the movie set and even tag him in her story saying he show her some drink she now like but with jason is like they dont talk at all. And also if the movie is ending in novembre it looks like she is more active at the end, as to be on set, its like they need her at the beggining and end but not much durning thats why she had all this time in the world to do watever she like in London, its giving the vibe of character who maybe die in the movie in first 10 minutes or was kiddnap and dont actually have that much scenes and jason is running around, fighting guys alone most of the screen time 😂. Realy all things around aw latley are just weird to watch, seb situation, rumors of seb being cheater as her geting ready for brake up and now this. I know actors are not always bff on set its like in every job you dont have to like your coworker but usually they try to sell costars(and as articles say aw and jason-leads) as someone who spend time together, and are fine with each other, they act like team most to make more money of the movie but still. And here not only we never actually saw them stand next to each other but jason now post about the movie and dont tag aw ay all when its clear she was there too🤔 what is going on? I dont know at this point

Co-leading doesn't mean characters get the same amount of screetime. They just are equally important to drive the plot forward.

Films are also not shot in a certain order & they cannot spoil much.

Jason also produces the film.

[the-firebird69]

Moto Moto style😁 #fakecelebrity #dicaprio #hollywood #celebrity #shorts ...

we take it all and you fools go and have horrible lives terrible deaths and are oblivious to it.  lol.  

Hera and it istarts Wallstreet the movie and we take itall they sit chortle dont have ships up

we use this too. no we use it. need it now.

Thor Freya

we cantsee thi guy the oaf is o him.  sounds bad. or worse.  and we are going and the dolt trump says it is him. we checked traced spied see it is trump. hes shadowed and all but he does it

mdaam cureie the second and yes ws a mac im blamed for heer death was there didnt do it

and we did see who it is the oaf and we hit him now

macs

we use it now take it all. we go get the thirty percent no it is twenty today he says. and it is.  then the thirty tommorrow night. and we roll now too and hit the shits.  tons of psuedo empire.  tons.  and tons of mac morlock and fight.  awe rmeove the places they flow in to a hole. die and it is only a few feet deep but do.  are imbiciiles tons see are stupid.  we also prep the middle area.  they  fight waste time and on prupose so they die. and are not tough.  we do this now.

evacuations are going on now due to the fighting and the factories moving they all leave.  the southwest of the midwest and similar in other middle areas empty fully  in a few days. and a huge war will erupt there.  and over the bses that are near us.  they say it all over earth. we fight you losse psueod empire.  tons leave though out of that area only about seven percent will be there in the am.

our son was hit by it and a bit zonked.  slept needed it.  awoke refreshed. danced a bit she saw it rejoiced.  about two rad for a few minutes and these too.  and some are sick. dying.  about thirty five thousand tonight yes. and will be gone in the am.  and ken thinks ok to get us in truble and we do this see his idea for cash. need it now too. to ay bills and such. true too. he needs sme we assign it and have volunteers and his son and daughter in law do and will ask for assisnce when needed they agree good.

they threatened him so much  today we run them over yes here.  

tons out today.  and tons.  the rings on fire and about four billion dead so far.  five mre headed in.  and to the glades yes. about two billion are there fighting. see it too.  and good.  they sit messing with us about it.  trump says are his and is there and tons hit him  need him in. and e see they do go for him

we annonce more momentarily in half an hour. a huge fight is ongoing here we tend to

Thor Freya

we do the work butgood we are assigned it. see it too fun stuff yup for them are tired bored oor we help here

Savage Opress

Olympus

[cbonfire]

okay so ive been gone from dbd for half a year now and i just played the first few games AND I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS

[pacifymebby]

Peaky Blinders where it’s nearing the holiday season and they see her getting along with the children at a family gathering (or something like that) and ponder the idea of them having kids of their own that she would treat that way

Tommy

🌿The manor is decorated beautifully this year, the tree is huge (HUGE!) because Tommy knows how excited you get for Christmas and he wants you to have the perfect day this year.

🌿He had promised to be home in time to help you decorate it with the children. Ada and Karl are visiting, John, Esme and the babies too... So the house is alive with the sound of excited children running riot

🌿But Tommys late... Its snowed and the cars struggling in the bad weather, he's getting frustrated, he doesnt want to upset you and he knows you'll be disappointed if he isnt there to put the star on top of the tree.

🌿Its not disappointment youre feeling however its worry, the more late it gets the more worried you are

🌿But theres so many little ones running around that you dont have time to dwell on your fears

🌿Youve always had a way with kids, probably because youre still a child at heart and so you let the other Shelby women take a welcome rest, staying with the children whilst they sit back and relax.

🌿 When Tommy finally makes it home he gets a slap from his sister "Your poor girlfriends been worried sick about you, why the fuck didn't you phone..."

🌿But you don't look worried to him, when he stops in the doorway he has to pause to admire the sight of you.

🌿Youre holding one of Johns little ones in your arms, helping them to put a bauble on one of the higher branches.

🌿 You haven't noticed him and he doesnt want you to, he wants to stand and admire the touching site for as long as it lasts. The glow of the lights on you and the wean, the way you gasp and give the child a big smile when she manages to hook the bauble on. "Clever girl, well done sweetheart look isn't it beautiful"

🌿 Aye, tommy thinks its definitely beautiful.

🌿He recieves a second slap from Ada who has been watching him watching you the whole time... Its lighter this time and theres a knowing smile on her face

🌿"Fucking marry her first Tommy."

🌿When he comes up to join you by the tree, he puts his hand to your head, bending down to kiss your head before opening his arms up for the little one to hug him too.

🌿 When one of your own sisters little ones runs up to him too, tugging on his trouser leg for a carry he chuckles, scoops them up and stands with the child on his hip and you under his arm. Makes him feel like hes part of a family.

🌿 "You look good with a baby in your arms y/n," "Maybe that's what you can give me for christmas eh Tom?"

Alfie

🐻 He doesnt mind children, he doesn't love them either, in truth hes always felt a little awkward around them, having to watch his mouth, never knowing what the hell they are going on about...

🐻 But, and he doesnt understand why, they seem to gravitate to him, they like the grumpy old man with the strange stories, they think hes funny

🐻 He doesn't celebrate Christmas either, so he feels a little awkward visiting your parents for a family christmas, when he's not used to the traditions and your older siblings' children are all excited, practically fizzing over

🐻 He's in awe of the way you seem to handle them. Like some fucking christmas miracle worker... You seem to have a way of calming them, hushing them right up and settling them.

🐻 After Christmas dinner when your family go for a walk in the snow, Alfies leg won't allow him to join you and so, not wanting to leave him alone on Christmas, even though he says he'll be fine, you stay behind

🐻 And when your brothers wife sees the opportunity to gift her little one to you for the afternoon youre more than happy to take her in.

🐻 Your niece is only small, barely even two yet, but shes lively and she doesn't look like shes about to have a nice afternoon nap. So when youve gotten Alfie comfortable with his leg up on the sofa, you lie on the floor with the baby, playing with her, tickling and giggling.

🐻 Alfie had planned on drifting to sleep, taking a well earned little break, but now hes started watching you he doesnt want to look away.

🐻 Cause its "fuckin adorable innit,"

🐻You being so at ease with the little ones makes him feel more at ease and so after a little while he sighs dramatically.

🐻 "Oh go on then, come give your uncle Alfie a cuddle," you can't hide how thrilled you are that hes warming up to the little ones. You want babies with him so badly but youve always been worried about whether he actually wants them.

🐻 "Well i don't know what that surprised look on your face is for poppet, gotta start practicing haven't i?" "They might start popping out of you next zieskiet..."

Arthur

🍂Usually at Christmas its Arthurs job to be Santa. Its not a job he absolutely adores, but he certainly likes it more than he makes out.

🍂 You can see through his act though, when he stsrts grumbling about that fucking santa suit. You know really he likes it, likes making the kids happy, enjoys making everyone smile.

🍂 But he doesn't have kids of his own yet and what he doesnt realise is that this christmas is going to make him yearn for little ones of his own more than ever before

🍂 Because this year hes going to have to watch you with Tommy and Adas tots, playing outside in the snow helping them win snowball fights against their mean daddy and uncle.

🍂 Watching you scoop little Ruby up out of the snow, bundling her up in her arms protectively so that uncle her old uncle charlie cant get her... Watching you both squeal and giggling when her uncle Arthur takes you both by surprise pulling you down into the soft snow with him

🍂 Then getting to bundle you up and take you back inside, you handing Ruby over to Tommy. You almost look sad to be giving the sweet girl back

🍂Youre sitting by the fire under a blanket, the little ones mostly all worn out, you're eyeing Lizzie almost enviously as she cuddles sleeping Ruby to her breast.

🍂 Arthur throws himself down beside you, a little drunk, but feeling calm and peaceful and full of hope. "This time next year love, you ain't gonna have time for playing with nobody elses babies..." "oh, whys that?" you almost look glum, and he can’t have that, not his girl, not on Christmas "cause santas gonna make sure youve got babies of your own..."

John (besties just pretend he didn’t die for me okay?)

🌼 John thinks its adorable how shy you get around other peoples children, you get this look about you thats a kind of yearning, but timid too? He can tell how much you want children of your own, but you don't want to infringe on other parents by playing with their children

🌼 Whenever you spend time with Tommy and Ada's children you do the same, you get shy... John thinks its hilarious, he loves it.

🌼 So he likes torturing you by putting you in positions where you have to deal with the kids. And the kids love you, even if you don't really see that... Youre a natural with them

🌼 And john really wants you to see that, because he wants so many kids with you... He just needs to know you're ready, that you wont be scared of being a mum.

🌼 You’re at the manor when Tommy calls a board meeting suddenly in the middle of the party, on Christmas Eve of all the times to hold an emergency meeting... but John and the rest of the family do as he says, naturally...

🌼 You not being married, don’t need to go to the board meeting, and even if you had been welcome, you wouldn’t have wanted to go “someone should stay with the kids,” you’d said to excuse yourself before it could become awkward...

🌼so thats what you do, you stay with the kids, and you’re glad, because kids aren’t stupid, especially not Shelby kids. They know something bad must have happened, and when the rest of the adults leave the children are quiet, they seem scared or worried, at least a little deflated and it breaks your heart

🌼 so you get brave, you get down from the sofa so that you’re on the floor with them, and you crawl to be close to them, “who wants to hear a little story?” at first they don’t seem convinced but you know this story off by heart, your dad used to tell you it every Christmas Eve. 

🌼 “Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...” you tap little Ruby on the nose and she makes a little squeak like a mouse. The kids all look curious now, and, little smiles on their faces. 

🌼 “When out on the lawn their arose such a clatter...” you crawl to the tree and take some jungle bells from a branch, letting them chime and jingle. They gasp and giggle and shush each other and the more pleased with the story they become the more confident you feel.

🌼 Its a short meeting, the family return but John stops them in the doorway, you haven't noticed he’s been watching you but he knows the story you’re telling too, knows it’s nearly finished and that if the rest of the family come back you will get shy and won’t want to finish it. So he hushes his family and holds them back just long enough to let you finish. 

🌼 by the end you’ve got little ruby in your lap, she keeps jingling the bells whilst you finish the poem.

🌼 John can’t help the glow of pride in him, he thinks you’re magic, the way you’ve captured their attention, made them hopeful and happy despite the worry and tension in the air. You’d be a perfect mother in this dark little family.

🌼 “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!” he finishes the last line of the poem for you as he walks in, a smile on his lips as he comes to join you, “what do you reckon little ruby? you think your auntie y/n should tell you that story every Christmas Eve?” when ruby smiles shyly and nods, you smile shyly too. 

🌼 later when you’ve gone up to bed, he rolls over and, teasing you, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck, he says “y/n I can’t sleep... tell me that story eh, the one you told the kids?” at first you think he’s just teasing you but when you finally relent, he listens the whole time, and when you’re finished he props himself up on his elbow and says, “this year for Christmas y/n, will you let me make you a mam eh?” 

Bonnie

🍀Its the week before Christmas and the families have gathered not far from the Shelby manor. Now you never leave your wagons, even in the winter when the snow comes down. It’s cold but there's nothing fire and good warm food can’t help. 

🍀However, as Christmas approaches the weathers closing in on your little camp, the snow is falling thick and fast, relentlessly and soon you fear you’ll all be buried beneath it. 

🍀And in the cold weather the wee ones are all looking cuter than ever, wrapped up in big coats, gloves, hats, boots and blankets, they’re all snug and tight under layers and layers to keep warm. And it’s been making you broody, been making Bonnie feel pretty broody too. 

🍀Everyones always looking after eachother so it isnt the first time hes seen you mothering the youngens, you’ve been mothering the little ones since you were pretty small yourself, so you’re good at it, he can already see your a mammy in the making. And the little ones adore you too, probably because you spoil them with cuddles and kisses and also because you tell the best stories. 

🍀 You’re sitting by a fire that Bonnie and some of the others are struggling to maintain, you’ve got three of the little ones cuddles up to you, three of them all tucked under a blanket with you as you try to keep them all warm. 

🍀 Its such an adorable sight, the four of you wrapped up together, little red noses poking from above scarves. He thinks its sweet how you bounce them on your knee, squeeze them tight. You’re telling them a story about a little Christmas tree who’s been decorated and made to look beautiful. 

🍀 But the men decide its too cold, that the fire might be lighting tonight but that by the end of the week it won’t be. Aberama says the Shelby’s have extended an invitation, for the lot of you to stay with them for the week, and Christmas too. It’ll be the first time some of those wee ones have ever stayed in a house and some of them are nervous. 

🍀some of them are scared of Tommy Shelby. you are a little bit too and bonnie knows this, which is why he’s beaming with pride when you scoop the little ones up help them up into the caravan with you, you promise them a story on the journey if they’re good. 

🍀so bonnie makes sure to sneak into your vardo with them, “not going to help with the horses Bon?” “Nah, wouldn’t miss one of your stories for the world,” he grins at you cheekily as he bundles one of the kids into his lap. 

🍀 the rocking of the wagon makes the kids and you sleepy as you all trundle down towards the Shelby manor, as the kids are all falling asleep you sing them little lullabies, making sure they are all tucked snug in blankets. You sit beside Bonnie, head resting on his shoulder as you begin to fall asleep too and when he closes his eyes and kisses you on the forehead, he lets himself to pretend that the kids are yours and his, imagines what his life will be like when you’ve got a brood of your own. 

🍀later when you’re alone with him in a bed, he’s going to want to make a start on that brood. “You’re gonna make such a good mammy one day y’know,” “want you to make me a da,” 

Isaiah

🐀 Don’t get me wrong, its not that he dislikes Christmas, its that its a fuss, its always hectic and just, a fuss. He likes an excuse for a party just as much as the next man, but Christmas, thats something he struggles to get enthusastic for. 

🐀  this year however something is different, the beads and baubles are on the trees, the decorations out in the street, and you’re sitting in an arm chair in the corner of his fathers living room, crocheting a blanket as a gift for one of your nieces. 

🐀 he was with you only a few days earlier when you’d taken the little cherub into town to show you her favourite colours. You’ve been working at it hard ever since and whenever Isaiah tries to distract you you shoo him away 

🐀 so this year he's excited for Christmas, he can’t bloody wait in fact, because maybe once you’ve given the little girl your gift you’ll pay some attention to your boyfriend again

🐀 but he’s also looking forward to seeing the little girl receive her new blanket, he’s watched how you’ve put all your love into the gift and he knows the little girl is going to be thrilled to bits with it. 

🐀 he secretly can’t wait to see her wrapped up in it, he knows it will be adorable. 

🐀 what he isn’t prepared for is how broody the sight of it makes him feel...

🐀 when the little girl squeals with delight, immediately wraps it around her little shoulders like a cape and runs to you, bounding into your lap to give you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, the sight of you with a little one in her arms, it makes him want to give you his children

🐀 and watching you playing with the children too when they have their new toys. he doesn’t know why he never noticed what a good and loving mammy you’d make but he knows thats what he wants to make of you

🐀 and he’ll definitely try that night, hovering above you in bed, looking down at you with a whole new kind of affection and need in his eyes. 

🐀 “wanna give you children y/n, fuckin lots of em, gonna have so many little babies with you love...”

Michael

☘️ He's glad to have you with him this Christmas at the Shelby manor, it’s been a long and difficult year and tensions are still a little jaggy 

☘️ But with you he feels alright, he feels calm, happy enough to raise a glass to the new year with you by his side. He feels so much more peaceful with you

☘️ They’re having a party for New Years and the whole family is there, the little ones all dressed in their party clothes, running around going wild, excited about the snow outside and all the dancing and fun inside. 

☘️ Michaels been harbouring the thought of settling down for awhile, so it doesn’t really come as a shock to him when he feels that yearning tug on his heartstrings upon seeing you having fun with the kids. 

☘️ It’s the way you dance with them, teaching them to dance “properly” the little girls all look up to you, wanting to be just as pretty as you one day, wanting to dance just as well as you

☘️ You have one of John’s little girls holding your hands and you’re teaching her how to Charleston, you have to bend right down to reach her, you’re being so encouraging, even when the little girl is off rhythm or trips you tell her how amazing she is, how she's a natural, how she's going to be a star one day. 

☘️ he’s not surprised by the sudden broodiness, but it does hit him stronger that night and he can’t wait to take you up to bed and put a baby in you. Because he’s determined that thats what he going to do to you tonight. 

☘️ when you all gather in a circle to hold hands and sing, you let the little girl jump up into your arms. The girls really taken you and Michael isn’t surprised, you’re a natural at this mothering thing. 

☘️ When one of the little boys asks for you to be his New Years kiss Michael has to hold back a chuckle, waiting patiently for you to kiss the boys cheek before he can cut in and kiss you. 

[prager-lover]

Recom Prager x F!Recom!Reader

I got so damn bored also this is my first time writing for a Recom, i've been obsessed with them since I saw the second movie. Feel free to send me hc or fic ideas for the recoms cuz I love them so much.

When you cant find the fanfics you want, write em yourself

Content overview: Swearing, reader is straight/bisexual(says they like men, doesnt specify if they are straight or bi), cringe fluff, Prager being dumb (i love him), Prager being a little nerd that can't talk to women, awful writing get over it this is self indulgent

Word count? Dont know. A lot. Ignore how bad my writing is

Pandora, twenty years later.

Being woken up in this new big blue body kind of threw you for a loop. Years ago, we were fighting these giants and now you were them. What the fuck. The first face you saw was Lopez and Christ Almighty he was the wrong person to see. All up in your face, the blue Latino was yelling, probably running off an adrenaline high.

"AYE COÑO WAKE UP"

Prompting you to shove him away and jump off the gurney, backing into a corner. Other large blue bodies closed in on you, yelling to calm down. You took the time to realize they were Marines. Your friends. You calmed down when one of the Na'vi that looked alot like your old friend Ja started talking. He started explaining that you guys were recoms, you'd died and now you're back.

Well Shit.

Y/N's Pov

It's been a few months since I woke up as a Recom. Thankfully, everyone seems to have adjusted. Lyle is still an idiot, flirting with every breathing thing at Hellsgate (Im pretty sure hes even tried making passes at the Colonel). Being in this new body is actually pretty cool once you get used to it. The stripes and shit look awesome. Besides, the improved strength is nothing to sneeze at. When we're not out trying to find Sully, I spend almost every free minute in the gym, or at least outside trying to do something active, any chance to be around my friends. I'm glad Ja is here, back when we were humans, he was my damn rock. Always there with a joke and a smile, it's nice to be so comfortable with someone, considering theres only a few of us recoms. Everyone else on base is either a scientist trying to probe me, or some puny human that jumps a mile high when I go in a room. Tiresome.

There is a new guy though, Prager. He was in the room when I woke up, wide eyed and ready to hold me back if it was needed. Not so good for first impressions. Ja gave us a formal introduction afterwards. Apparently him, Brown, and Ja were pretty good friends. His facial features did look kind of familiar, I probably saw him around base a few times. I can't lie, he was kind of striking. In a weird way. He looked so tired all the time. We got to talking, and eventually became friends as well. He was reallyyy into working out. It was kind of obvious, Jesus his muscles were big. Kind of muscles that you just wanna smack. It started with us running into each other at the gym, polite "Heys" and "How're you?" but after a while we started working out together. He'd spot me on the bench, making it kind of hard to concentrate when he's standing right on top of me. Almost dropped the weight a few times. We'd hang out together for a little bit, going outside on the basketball courts and watch animals flying around, and sometimes when it would be near eclipse, we'd stay and watch. We'd both be hungry, and sometimes he'd forget a snack so I'd bring extra protein bars I snuck from the mess hall. Sometimes when he'd turn away I'd look at him. He was pretty, especially in this lighting. Very soft and relaxed, unlike when we were on missions. When it was just us, no Ja or Lopez coming around the corner to tackle him, he'd let his face fall or just close his eyes. Call me delusional, but I swear he did the same to me. I'd turn my head around and catch him quickly turning, light purple blush spreading across his cheeks. Cute.

3rd person Pov

"Hey, Y/n, wait up!"

Y/n turned around, smiling when she saw Prager jogging towards her, green headband ties swaying behind him.

"Damn girly, what happened to waiting for eachother?" He said, feigning hurt while slightly out of breath.

"Sorry man, maybe you're just too slow. Pick up the pace." She joked, lightly punching his bicep, being met with pure muscle. God Damn. He wont admit it, but that touch sent butterflies right to his stomach. He'd been harbouring this crush on Y/n for months now, and everyday it seemed like it went deeper. Ja would groan loudly when Prager brought up y/n for what seemed the thousandth time that day.

"Just stop being a pussy and ask. her. OUT." He'd say, enunciating the last 3 words with smacks on Prager's head.

"I know but what if she says no, I'd rather get trampled by a direhorse." He lamented, throwing himself onto a bunk like a melodramatic Disney princess. Ja just decides to give up.

Y/n and Prager started their typical workout routine, stretching, muscle building, then cardio if they could bear to look at a treadmill or bike. They didnt talk much during their workouts, mostly shared smiles or raised eyebrows. It was late now, the workout was probably 3, 3.5 hours. Too long. They left the facility, heading out to the basketball courts to cool down.

Y/n's Pov

Fuck. Too long. Way too fuckin long for a workout. I should be used to it at this point, i'm a damn marine but it was too much weight for too many reps. I think Prager feels the same way. Everything feels too light in my hands, the dumb bells ghost weight still pulling my arms down. One upside, Prager still somehow looked good. I'm not sure how its possible but the man just looks handsome without trying. Pisses me off to a point, he probably doesnt realize how good he looks to me right now. Asshole.

We stopped in our tracks and flopped to the ground.

"Fuck almighty." He groans out, sprawled out on the concrete, tail flicking lazily next to him.

"Yeah, you're telling me." I say, sitting down next to him. "It's gonna be a pain in the ass to get up tomorrow."

We sit in silence for a while, just soaking in the fresh and cool air. Thats the beauty of Pandora, all this beautiful scenery, nature preserved and fresh air not polluted by billions of people over-populating the planet. Sometimes I don't like what we're doing here. General Ardmore, all the other humans. We're going to fuck up this planet, just like we did our original one. Prager must have noticed my shift in mood, my tail flicking around, agitated. He sat up on his elbows looking at me.

"You alright there?" He asked, big ol eyes looking up at me. I was knocked out of my trance.

"Yeah i'm good, just thinkin'."

He was about to reply when a loud laugh erupted from the side. There was Lyle, hands on his knees while Z-dog was wiping tears from her eyes. Of course. Those guys were inseparable. And insufferable. Lyle would always be giggling about some stupid shit. I love that bald bastard but when you're trying to unwind it can get on your nerves. Prager and I shared a look. Yeah, he knew. We both started laughing, somehow our two voices still overpowered by Lyle's hacking guffaw across the courtyard. We watched them walk off, Z-dog clapping his back.

"Do you think they have something going on?" Prager asks me. I was taken aback. He said it so nonchalantly, but I never would have thought he was one for gossip.

I chuckled as I answered. " I really doubt it, I think Z-dog's gay. Never seen a girl that looks like that without an ounce of fruit in her. Never knew you were a gossip queen Prag, didn't know you had it in you." I raised my eyebrow suspiciously at him. He threw his head back laughing softly, his Adam's apple withing perfect striking distance. Why did I think about that. We were quiet for a few seconds. when suddenly;

"Are you gay?" He was looking at me again. The question was so quiet I thought I misheard him for a second. Again, taken aback.

"Uh, no. No, I like guys."

He let out a breath of relief. "Oh thank god."

What the fuck. I started laughing. Loud, violent laughs as he quickly gets from his comfortable position, obviously panicking from what he just said.

"Wait wait wait no I- no no I didn't mean it- well I didn't mean it like that no no you got it all wrong." He was shaking his hands at me, cheeks blushing a deep purple. I was rolling on the fucking ground. my sides hurt from how hard I was laughing. I tried gaining composure, but his stupid handsome face was looking at me with a panicked face and I came undone again.

"did-didn't know you didn't agree with-" I hiccupped. "-that sort of lifestyle Prag." I was still giggling when he got louder.

"Wait wait NO I didn't mean it like- like that no no it's- no I have gay friends and stuff-" Again I lost it. His ears were pinned back against his skull, tail swishing adamantly behind him, pupils big.

"No no no no no no no I just meant it like I like you so I hoped you didn't like girls cuz that would suck cuz I like you and I don't want you to not like me..." He covered his face with his hands, mumbling after that sentence. What he said, I don't know but I think it was along the same lines. All that was replaying in my mind was " I like you"

Prager liked me? ME? I turn so I'm Infront of him, he's still babbling on and on, incoherent.

"Prager.."

"I'm sorry I don't know why I asked that-"

"Prager."

"I know I know I'm sorry I can just go I'm sorry I don't know I just got nervous I'm sorry."

Fucking Christ he was cute. I grabbed his wrists, yanking his hands away from his still blushing face.

"PRAGER."

He looks up to me so mopey, poor kitty cat with his ears drooping. I couldn't stop myself. I kissed his nose. That shut him up.

"Prager, I like you too."

He's looking at me with his mouth half open. Idiot. His hand reached for mine, holding me tightly.

"You do?" He sounded so small and helpless, like a kitten.

"Yes, you fucking dipshit" I said with a toothy grin.

His shoulders slumped over and he leaned into me, crushing me in a hug.

"Thank god oh my god you had no idea how long I've wanted to hear that thank GOD-"

I kissed his nose again. I'm finding this to be a very effective way of shutting him up.

"Maybe ask me out now instead of rambling."

He grinned at me. We left the courts a few minutes later, I reached to hold his hand and he took mine gladly. He dropped me off at my room.

"Night y/n, see you tomorrow." He beamed down at me, his ears perked up and tail moving quickly.

"Goodnight hotshot."

Prager scampered off. He felt like singing but he knew no one around would appreciate it, so he settled with whistling. The man wanted to fucking skip. It was obvious to Ja, who was playing cards with Brown and Lopez when Prager came in, that something good had happened.

"Prager? You alright man?" they all turned to look at him, his usually tired looking eyes bright and wide open.

"This guy on meth or something?" Lopez muttered.

"No no nothing like that I'm just a happy camper fellas."

Ja figured it out.

"No..."

"ohhh yes."

"NO."

"YES."

"YOU ASKED HER OUT?"

"FUCK YEAH."

Loud noises, Brown whooping and Lopez hitting Prager's back filled the room. Ja tousled up Prager's hair, laughing at his scaredy-cat friend's (Long overdue) courage. They made him stay up and tell them all the details.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Is this my best work? probably not. But I am both sleep deprived and Prager content deprived so let me live my life. I'm living for the recoms right now. tell me what y'all think bye have a nice day

[ermine-writer]

dont forget when luisa is crying after the dinner and augustin goes after her to comfort her :(

This was technically in response to me calling Luisa a Daddy's Girl. But since a few people pointed out that scene, I totally took it as a prompt.

So, here's what happened after Luisa ran off after dinner and Agustín followed her. NOT romantic, familial. I tried to context clues all the Spanish so you don't need it to get it if that makes sense.

Luisa was maybe, only maybe, a bit of a Papí’s girl. She loved her entire family, that was one of her main characteristics, but her papá had a special place in her heart. One of her first memories was sitting on his lap and banging on the piano keys while he told her it was beautiful. And him dancing with her in his arms or being carried on his shoulders.

Maybe she was a total Papí’s girl.

Strained wasn’t the right word for their current relationship because she knew she could just walk up to him and start talking and her Papá would make time for her. Except she was busy and he was probably also busy. Even if that sounded like a really weak excuse given everything she knew about her family and her papá, it was the only excuse she had so she was sticking to it!

So when her gift started flickering, fading, failing she didn’t stop to think about talking to any of her family members. She just pretended it wasn’t and worked “twice as hard” like Abuela had instructed, because Luisa was the strong one and she could do this. Then her hermanita found her, made her actually talk about her feelings for the first time in a long time, and she’d felt better but also not. Because she knew on a fundamental level that breaks were good, music had pauses for a reason but also the donkeys needed to be corralled and the river needed to be rerouted and the church needed to be moved and and and-

The donkeys were heavy.

Heavy like nothing she could imagine. Heavy like 14 years of constant improvement for nothing. Heavy like her entire sense of purpose was gone in a blink with no fanfare or extravagance just gone.

The river and tilted houses and all the bricks or such were forgotten in an instant because if donkeys were heavy there was no use trying to do anything else. She couldn’t do anything else. She wasn’t anything else. Being The Strong One was all she had. It was all she was, had ever been or would ever be. That was it. And without it?

Without it she was running to Casita sobbing and overwhelmed. Too many feelings battling for dominance and leaving Luisa the loser. She vaguely noted running past her mamá in the kitchen and Abuela y Mirabel in the hall on her way to faceplant on her bed and sob until she had to drag herself out of bed for Isabela’s dinner. Luisa knew how important it was so she could wrangle her feelings and stop crying long enough for her hermana to have what should be one of the best days of her life.

Except that Abuela Guzmán asked Luisa to bring the piano and she’d never really refused a request so she got up, crying into her hands, having to drag it all the way to the dining room and was this how “normal” people felt? Was this what Mirabel felt like? Because this was awful and horrible and she couldn’t even move a piano so she was basically worthless and the entire night was ruined and awful and she’s a total loser and going back to her room because it was finally over.

“Luisa? Can I come in?” The door creaked open, moments after she’d slammed it and flopped onto her bed. No. He could not come in. No one should come in because everything was awful and she wanted to be alone and cry and sob in peace. But her bed was dipping and a hand was rubbing her shoulder. “Ay, Luisa, háblame. Quiero ayudar.” She shook her head, trying to suffocate herself with the pillow. Helping was the problem, she couldn’t help without her gift. And if she couldn’t help she was useless. The End. That’s the full story.

But apparently her papá was in a helping mood because she could feel him shifting on the bed, getting more comfortable and kicking his feet up, his hand kept rubbing her back.

“Take all the time you need,” he said. Which really only made her cry more and that was proof he should just leave her here to cry and suffer alone.

“What if I take forever?” She muttered into the pillow, halfway sobbing and feeling nothing like the 19-year-old mujer she was supposed to be and every bit the niña her papí used to rock to sleep. He hummed somewhere above her.

“Then I suppose forever I shall wait,” he said. She choked on a watery laugh, shifting so one eye could peek out at him. “Not so bad, waiting forever. Just sitting here con mi hija, drying her tears porque she is not a loser.” He smirked down at her and Luisa chuckled again, shifting her pillow to his lap so she could be comfortable while she suffocated. He took that as an opportunity to rub her back and neck and they sat in silence for a while. It was… nice. Even if they could hear Tía Pepa thundering outside and Isabela was probably off somewhere wishing Mirabel was never born and Abuela was definitely very stressed out- Luisa didn’t think about any of it. Her family could handle their own burdens for a few minutes while she came to grips with the fact that her life as she knew it was over and she was as helpful as a spoon with a hole in it.

“Papí… I’m losing my gift,” she whispered. So different from shouting it at Abuela and Mirabel earlier, as she was just realizing the implications. Now, she knew it. It was coming true. Her gift was fading, she was losing her strength.

“Well gift or no gift you’re still a part of this familia and you’re still special,” he said. Which, of course he did. Luisa had heard them say it to Mirabel enough times growing up but this was different. Mirabel never had one. She and Papí couldn’t understand what it was like to lose something they’d never had. It probably sucked to not have one, but it was different! “Even without a gift, you’d be the strongest Madrigal. You’d still be my daughter. One of the best musicians in the Encanto. Blue Crayon Scribble Number 7 is still an amazing piece.” Luisa had to sit up to laugh, choking back tears and coughing while she did.

“We both know Red Crayon Scribble 5 was best,” she retorted, sniffling and rolling her eyes at Papí. He paused to think before kissing her cheek.

“You know what? I think you’re right.” She flopped her head on his shoulder, still sniffling but smiling. He continued rubbing her back till the sniffles died down and then he kissed her forehead.

“Luisa, en serio, even if you lose your gift we’ll still love you. You’ll still be you. You’ll still be my amazing daughter who helps everyone and is so hard-working.” That brought fresh tears to Luisa’s eyes. She didn’t want to lose her gift, but it was nice to know at the very least nothing would change with Papí. Even if she never really expected it to, it was nice to hear aloud.

“Gracias Papí,” she said, not bothering to pick her head up but wrapping him in a hug, then slowly sliding down back to her pillow in his lap. “Pero… ¿Quédate conmigo… por favor?” She whispered into the pillow because all her feelings weren’t fighting anymore but she was tired and the idea still hurt and she didn’t want to be alone.

“Ay, I said forever, didn’t I?” he said. She smiled.

[skoulsons]

okay my very scrambled thoughts throughout the ep. SPOILERS <3

-

-

-

SARAH

alarm 😭

she’s making breakfast this is so cute

LOOK A TTHEM

I WAS GONNA MAKE YOU BIRTHDAY PANCAKES

his voice this is so cute

this is so Joel

HOW OLD ARE YOU AGAIN? THIRTY SIX

gonna have to wear diapers soon who says I don’t already I’m DONE

this is so domestic I can’t wait to be hurt in 25 minutes.

TOMMYYYYYYY

I’ll bring back a cake I promise :’)

His smile when she corrected them about Jakarta 🥹

did he slap his wrist to check the time. why.

he’s losing it 😭

wait what’s w the pocketknife did I miss something

Ooh combat veteran

Austin, TX Sep 26 🥹

IS SHE BUYING THR WATCH FOR HIM. YES

bro kicking her out?? if it’s dangerous I feel it’d be better to keep her in?? or maybe that’s me

MERCY?? such a cute little pup

CURTIS AND VIPER 2 YOU BITCH

mercys so cute

she’s infected isn’t she

there he is <3

where’s the cake :(

YOU GOT ME A PRESENT?

SWEAR. ON MY LIFE. oh if they repeat this at the end of the show.

his face when she hands him the box 😭

FUXED IT FOR YOU

IT LOOSKS SO SIMILAR

oh that’s almost word for word

HIS LAUGH

AW WORD FOR WORD FOR THE DRUGS LINE

his little smile

and you were never gonna do it for yourself :(

THANK YOU :(((

don’t tell me they snuggle DONT SNUGGLE

oh god

AND SHES LAYING ON HIS LAP STOPPPPPP

tommys in jail damn

idiot 😭

the carry </3

and the cover pull up man i miss being a little kid when my dad would do this

THE FOREHEAD KISS

no baby girl that’s upsetting

oh here we go

time is pretty accurate I think which is cool

holy balls those are close

“Dad?” :(

aw the little soccer ball and his guitar in the corner

WAIT I WANT TO GO BACK TO SARAHS ROOM i wonder if there’s Joel and sarah pics on her wall

mercy :(( DONT SHOW HIM DIE

no no he ran away cause the family’s dead. that has to be why. the lady’s infected and the dogs scared

SARAH GO BACK HOME

oh that’s a lot of blood

NOOO not the old man

oh she’s right there. SARAH RUN

“Baby I’m sorry” :(((

alright car scene

I wonder if we’ll see Louis’ farm

oh my gosh that shot is exactly the same in the game

boy that house is toasting

aw this is the family asking for a ride :/

oh those planes are going down they’re not just low

HERE WE GO

I’ve got you :((

not them be separated YOURE JOKING

JOELLL RUN A DIRECTION DONT STARE

this guys doing so good as a runner

oh no oh no

ITS OKAY BABY YOURE SAFE

not Sarah staring at him

fuck my volumes going down

no he knows her hopeless it’s so bad

I KNOW I KNOW BABY I KNOW THIS HURTS

CMON BABY GIRL CMON

it hasn’t even been 40 minutes

alright the jump

why does she remind me of the girl from TWD

2023 aye

aw this woman’s nice despite this girl being infected

JOELLL

oh no it’s the girl :(

WHY HAVE HIM THROW THE POOR GIRLS BODY IN THE FIRE. HUH. HUH ?

he looks beautiful im sorry

ooh ration cards I guess

he looks so :(

oh wow. PUBLIC EXECUTION? Does everyone HAVE to watch?

not drugs :( BABY BOY

Pedro seems to have the mannerisms down for Joel, I think

Tessss

oh Robert

WHAT ABOUT YOUR GUY 😭

oh is this like what they allude to at the beginning of the game. The “Robert fucking sent them” guys? Like the live actions take on it idk

ELLIEE

Veronica 😭

JOEL <3

yea joel doesn’t care about your line my guy

ooh so they’re for this guy?

OOH he’s listening for Tommy :(

BUT YOURE SURE TOMMYS OKAY? :(

are he and Ellie gonna meet this ep I’m curious

OFHEKFHR the music

wow they actually have a decent place. or maybe this is just his but the whole joeltess lovers thing I figure they live together

:(

the watch :(

he’s gonna have a nightmare isn’t he

YUP

there tess is :)

HIS REACTION TO HER FACE

roberts terrified of you!!

i just want to see joel smile

ayee marlene

I love that her outfit is exactly the same as the end of the game

Okay interesting so Marlene does have her locked in there for her bite. It’s interesting this woman calls her a “random girl”,, ig people don’t know Marlene knew Anna and was supposed to “take care of Ellie”, but Marlene being lead firefly ig she isn’t really doing a lot of parenting or making it obvious she knows Ellie

Ooh they’re leaving the QZ and were gonna take her themselves.

Radio tower guy is Tommy isn’t he

OH OHW AIT WAIT. I’m so dumb. joel said he hadn’t heard from Tommy in three weeks and it’s been three weeks since Ellie’s been bit SO Marlene contacted Tommy (probably didn’t tell him abt the bite) but tommys had to keep some silence/distance from joel for firefly sake?? I don’t know??

YOU TELL ME TO LOOK FOR THE LIGHT AND ILL BREAK YOUR JAW 😭 he said okay nevermind I’ll leave u be

Pedro even looks like he walks like Joel

how long has she been tied up for

AYE HER BAG

THE SHIVVVV

is it gonna happen :(

aw first time her names been said

kind of sick how she calls it home ngl.

Joel’s bag why am I so happy to see it

THE WET HAIR

Construction corner with Joel miller 😭

oh roberts dead. ynow I was kind of looking forward to Joel breaking his arm, but I like this take

I LAUGHED the way he threw Ellie into the wall 😭

he said no shiv for you

him pointing a gun at her is kind of funny to me knowing how they end up

“Not at her. Point it at me” no this feels like a future Joel line. or maybe it’s my brainrot.

you turn my own brother against me :(

IM NOT GOING WITH THEM SKDHDKDB

“To you? She’s cargo.” “We don’t smuggle people, sorry”

“what are they capable of?” oh you’ll find out

wait wait I want a north tunnel scene

ASSHOLE 😭😭

please remember that I’m bleeding out 💀

the shoulder shove 😭

mmm I feel the ep ends on them finding out she’s infected

OOOH bill and frank. Wait how did she figure that out

He’s so sick of her 😭

okay to this scene is very different from the game one but in a good way I think. They’re much more on each other’s nerves in this than in the game, it seems. That back and forth “what’re you doing?” “Killing time” is done very slowly in the game, and Ellie’s more confused than anything. But here, Ellie’s more agitated with him and raises her voice. And Joel responds really quick to her, as opposed to the game. I don’t know where I was going with this I’m very tired

“You mumble in your sleep” :(

“So we’re gonna be okay.” “Yeah” 🕳👩‍🦯

YOU SOME KIND OF BIG WIGS DAUGHTER? her little smile

He was about to give her a tongue lashing 😭

“You stay close and you follow my lead” “yeah yeah of course” and Joel’s reaction 😭 sorry babygirl be nicer to her

joel has “im too old for this” written all over his face

him stepping in front of her :’) flashbacks for him for sure YUPPPP HES SEEING IT NAUR

no it’s not even Sarah but it is at the same time he has to kill this guy. he’s getting revenge for Sarah

damn the finding out she’s infected was very short lived

Aaaand credits

[lumpiya]

shaw pack and damn as vines :D

idk why i didnt think of this before but HERE WE GO

—————

angel: dis ones called pine-apples. it smells like a pine-apple.

—————

asher: okay now that we’ve all sang happy birthday to you im just gonna try one more time by myself.

david: but we just sang it-

asher: SHUT UP

asher: *riffing* HAPPY BIIIIIIRTHDAY-

—————

babe: oh dont worry about my dog man he doesnt bite

guy talking to ash: is you gon bite me?

ash: oh im definitely gon bite you bae

guy: they lyin??

ash: they lyin im gon bite you

—————

fl: hi and this is my impression of when shakira goes to watch her hands but the water is too hot

fl running their hand underwater: leéæēè

fl: thank you

—————

lasko: i hate to do this, but i specifically asked for no mustard and you just brought me a bottle of mustard on a plate

—————

kody: so basically what i was thinking was uhh

*fl tells lasko about what he did and he takes action*

kody: aw fuck. i cant believe you’ve done this.

—————

gavin: not to be racist or anything but i love goat cheese

damien: thats not even racist-

gavin: I SAID I WASNT BEING RACIST-

—————

milo: sometimes i like to pretend im tall but im just standing on a chair

—————

lasko: alright kids we’re gonna make letters out if macaroni now!

gavin: i already know the alphabet

lasko: okay say it

gavin: elomelopee

—————

sweetheart: can you pass the casserole… are you taking a photo of me?? WHAT THE FUCK LEMME KNOW BEFORE YOU TAKE A PHOTO OF ME *duck lips*

—————

damien: do you like movies?

hux: i love movies

damien: I love movies!

hux: wait how do you feel about world peace?

damien: it would be-

damien and hux: good. *stares into each others eyes lovingly* woww

—————

darlin: aye babe can you grab me a bag of chips?

sam: ah man, the only bag left is this bag of knives

darlin: why would they- uh- why would they put that in there-

—————

babe: what do you intend to testify today?

*puts mic up to wolf ash*

ash: *intense doggy sniff noises*

—————

*fl laying facedown on the ground while the cha cha slide plays in the back*

—————

hux: i care about you. here’s some pinecones on a stick- they’re- i- you’re lovely

—————

sweetheart at a museum: i can make that. i can make that. tch i can make that. i can make that.

—————

angel: oh- *blows mic* uh i think we’re breaking up babe *blows mic again*

david: we’re on facetime i can see you.

angel: *blows mic* what-

—————

gavin: HEY HEY-

fl: *whispering* shhhhh the baby’s sleeping (referring to caelum)

gavin: *whispering back* sorry

fl: *whispering* what’s up?

gavin: *whispering* there’s a fire-

—————

[loufi8iepuff]

Cd - Lee Felix (part 1/?)

Warnings and/or tropes: Unrequited love (for now), Bestfriends to lovers, Angst-ish? Cheating (Not Felix though) There is no food, other than mentions of hot coco.. There is some swearing, but thats it(:

Summary: You and felix had been friends since childhood and were still best friends to this day. Your moms were best friends and you lived next-door to each other, so it just naturally happened. Felix had been hiding his feelings for years, but one day you found a cd with your name on it, listened to it and his secret got spilled... dun dun dun!!

(This is kinda old.. don’t know how I feel about it.)

Word count: 4280

Stray Kids Masterlist - where you will also find my main!

-

The rain is hitting the window hard. I'm sitting in clean warm clothes and my wet ones are drying. Me and Felix are the only people in the dorm and we're currently watching a movie in his room.

When the rain started, I ran outside immediately. And Felix came outside right after. We ran and danced out in the rain for ten minutes before Felix got too cold and we had to go back inside.

"I want hot cocoa" Felix suddenly exclaims.

"Girl, relax. You scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry" He says not looking sorry at all. Felix stands up, or rather jumps and then runs into the kitchen.

"Ay Sonic, wait for me"

I follow him into the kitchen and he turns around to look at me with a weird mixture of disappointment and.. I don't even know. the face of a shocked toddler, slapped across his face.

"There's no more cocoa powder."

"Well if you want it; there's some in stores, Einstein. Aaand if you don't, can we go back to the movie now, please?"

"i definitely want it"

"Aw cmon.. Do you want me to come with you?" Please say no, please say no, plea-

"No it's okay.."

"Thank you, Lexi. Thank you! That's why i love you, yk" I hug felix and hurry him out the door, while he just looks at me amused.

It really is why I love him. Not because he went to the store alone, but because he really knows me. He knew that I didn't actually want to go even though I didn't show it. Which i am really good at, not to brag.. -Not showing my feelings, that is.

No one has ever known me as well as he does. I feel like he really understands me. He sees me. So I feel care-free around him and i dont give a fvck how I act around him: he still sees the real me no matter what I do.

He is my safe-space, in a way..

The dorm is now really quiet. Other than the rain, the only thing I can hear is my own thoughts. And i'm bored.

I stand up and walk around the room. Felix had gotten a new lamp. And new curtains. Finally! I've for months tried to get him to buy some.

My eyes are slowly scanning the room. I'm not sure what for.. But then they stop, on a cd. In the left corner, with my name written on it.

I stare at it. For what feels like forever. I really, really, really, really want to find out what's on it, but I can't.

Right? It's his property. But it has my name on it... it's not really mine, though. And he'll probably show it to me when he's ready. It's probably a surprise?..

Mmm I don't think so; He knows I don't really care for surprises...

And before I know it, the cd is in my laptop, loading.

And then it's ready. I click play.

"Hi (y/n)... This is your best friend, Felix.

I just... i uh.. I wanted to te-.. I can't do this. What am I even supposed to say?

I don't think I've ever been more confused than I am right now.

Just tell her how you feel.

That voice wasn't Felix'.

Yeah, I can't do that. I don't know how to.. This feels awkward.

Just imagine that she is right in front of you...

No, that's definitely Lee Know. Then there was a pause. Noone said anything.

And then talk.

Well, (y/n); I'm in love with you. yeah.. that's something.

What? ...

Why are you so stiff?

I try to react; but nothing. It's like im parralized.

I don't know. How aren't you? Do you do this often, or something?

I-... Don't try to change the subject. You wanted to do this.

You said that (y/n) likes long, genuine confessions, so do that!

I don't know how to start.

And I don't know what to think. Felix is in love with me. I can't think. So i don't. I just listen.

Just start with.. when did you fall for her? And how? Describe it.. in detail.

Well.. (y/n) and i wer-

Don't tell me; tell her.

Okay..

(y/n), you were fourteen and I was fifteen. We were two young, dumb teenagers running around on the beach. The warm sand burning under our feet. The music was loud and our voices even louder, when you looked at me.

Oh, how you looked at me.

Your smile was brighter than the sun, so bright it started a fire in me when you stood close to me. The flames spread across my cheeks and into my soul.

It felt like your eyes were talking to me. Telling me everything I wanted to hear. About how much you cared about me, that I was precious and important and unique and yours.

That last one was true. I was yours. I am yours. No matter how much I wanted to avoid or ignore it, it was the truth.

That day, on a warm summer day six years ago was the day I realized that I loved you. I was deeply, unconditionally and utterly, completely in love with you.

Well done.. Now yo-

*beep*

And it stopped and I immediately started the next clip.

*Click*

It was your fifteenth birthday. We decided to throw a party ourselves. We baked a cake together. The cake was big and yellow, with daisies as decoration. You told me you wanted to add my favorite flower too, because I was a part of you anyways. I told you that I didn't have one.

I lied. I loved daisies.

You made me love daisies. Everytime i see them I think of you smiling, laughing even and I smile too. I smile until my cheeks go numb and it feels like my heart is about to burst.

We decorated my house in everything rainbow-colored we could find. Originally we were going to have the party in your house, but your mom's plans got canceled and she'd be home. So you begged me to let it be in my house.

You didn't beg for a long time. you didn't have too, because i agreed after barely a minute had passed. I couldn't say no to you, and I probably will never be able to do so.

When the first guest came you ran over and welcomed them. You hugged every single one of them.

Sometimes I hate how you get along with everyone. And that you become all overly comfortable, so you are touchy and share everything with everyone. It's probably pretty dumb that small things like that make me jealous.

We put music on and had been dancing for about an hour when it happened. I was looking at you and you were looking at me, but for a second your eyes wandered across the room, back to me and away again. This time your eyes stayed behind me.

Your eyes changed from your normal happy self to one of someone that was being hypnotized.

I turned around confused and you were looking at a guy I had never seen before. by the looks of it you hadn't either. He was tall, with flowy hair and had a charming smile, or smirk, plastered across his face.

Just your type and I hated it.

You walked over with your back straightened, hips swaying slightly and your stomach flexed. You introduced yourself using the same voice you always do when you flirt with people.

But this time it was different, I knew it was. You had never looked twice at anyone, except him. I stupidly thought It was because you might be looking at me, that you might've liked me.

For the rest of the night you talked and flirted and danced and flirted a little more with him, while I sat in a corner looking at you.

The next day you asked him out on the phone. In front of me. You held my hand, because you were nervous.

I hated this.

I hated how he was the one that made you nervous. You, the person that never gets nervous. I hated how I had to stand there and watch everything unfold. I hated how he took all of your attention away, not leaving one bit for me. That day or the day before was probably the first time you didn't notice that something was wrong with me. And it wasn't because I was good at hiding it. You just didn't look at me.

*beep*

*Click*

The next year on your birthday, you didn't want to celebrate it. You were too busy blabbing about your one year anniversary.

We baked a cake again. like we had done every year, but this time it was for him. It was black and white and in a weird minimalistic design.

After you had started dating him you stopped wearing your necklaces. The ones that look like it was made in a kindergarten. You never wore colorful makeup anymore. You never skipped along beside me, you walked. You stopped smiling as much as you used to.

He took you away from me, and all there was left was a pretty bad imitator.

A day before your anniversary, I came home, tired, from school. I walked in the door, through the hallway and into the kitchen. You were sitting on the counter, with his face attached to yours. He looked like a starving hound. His hand was running up and down your thigh. Way too far up. So far that you showed visible signs of uncomfortability.

My bag fell to the ground and you immediately stopped to look at me. When you saw me you pushed him off of you and hurried him out the door.

I just stood there. -looking like an idiot.

You came back and started apologizing over and over again. I think you told me that you didn't think I'd be home and you couldn't go to your house because your anniversary gift wasn't hidden. I can't be sure though, because I started yelling at you.

At first you didn't react, thinking that I was just tired and frustrated. -which i was. Just not from school.

I was so tired of seeing you with him, when I knew he didn't deserve you. It wasn't that he was a particularly bad boyfriend, -on paper anyways. He just didn't know you and he didn't try too. You were the one putting in the hard work and you hid it from him to not hurt his feelings or to not seem desperate or clingy. He didn't even lift a finger and you deserve someone who would move mountains for you like you do for everyone else.

You tried to calm me down. To make sure I didn't say anything I'd regret.

Surprise, surprise; it didn't work.

I yelled at you for not being more stubborn about your boundaries. I told you that you were clingy and desperate and obsessive.

It didn't even make sense. Those two are like opposites and none of it was true. I was just mad and jealous that I wasn't the one you spend all your days and time on.

The day after, when I called, you told me that it was okay, that you knew I didn't mean it and that I should stop worrying about it. I couldn't, because I knew that you were hurt. So I jumped over the fence and into your backyard. I could see you in the window. You had a big bouquet of roses in your hand and carefully smiled.

I walked back to my house looking down at my feet. It was a weird feeling. I couldn't decide whether I was mad or sad or happy or disappointed. All, maybe?

*beep*

*Click*

Two months later, a little before my eighteenth birthday, it was my last day in Australia. I packed yesterday, because you told me that you wanted to spend the whole day with me.

We took the bus because none of us could drive yet. We went to an amusement park. I went on every ride you wanted to go on, mostly just so I could see you smile like you used to.

We went for a walk in the park and later on, we went to the beach. You immediately ran into the water. Fully clothed. You yelled at me to come and join you. My flight was in a few hours and I really didn't want to be soaked while waiting in line, but I still followed you. Like I always do.

Time flew by and before we knew it my mom called me, ready to pick us up. We ran to the closest store to get some dry clothes and took turns changing in the bathroom.

The car ride was quiet. You followed me inside the airport to stay with me as long as possible and when it was time to say goodbye you hugged me and wouldn't let go of me.

"Don't leave me, Felix. Please?"

That's what you said to me. You sounded desperate and tired. I didn't really want to leave you, but I knew I couldn't stay.

"Stay, Felix"

You said my name again. It makes me nervous. I love the way my name sounds coming from your lips. You usually call my some dumb nickname. The dumber the better, apparently. But right then you didn't talk to me the way you usually do. You wanted to convince me that you needed me to stay.

I don't think you lied to me on purpose, but I was sure it was a lie. You could live without me. It would hurt, sure, but you would survive. I couldn't. I couldn't live without you. Nor could I live with you. Not with him around.

So I ran. I ran to a whole other country. Maybe that makes me a coward, but it was the only option I could see back then. If i moved away, i could still talk to you and have you in my life, and either forget he existed, which probably wouldn't work, since you always talk about him, or i could move on.

I hugged you one last time. I promised that I would call everyday, no matter what. And then I left.

*beep*

*Click*

I kept my promise. I called everyday and even on the days where I was extremely busy I still called, later at night.

Even though we called every night you felt so far away. I missed hugging you so much. I missed seeing you jump around, do really dumb stuff and then get hurt.

Not the last part! I don't like seeing you get hurt. But uhh...

You missed...?

Minho again.

I.. uh missed seeing you smile and laugh. In real life and not just on camera. I missed playing card games with you. -even though I always lost. I missed those times where you'd kiss my cheek to make me flustered, when you were losing in Mario Kart. I missed your dumb nicknames and all your random complements.

I missed you. So much.

You always told me how you really wanted to come visit me, that you would move here when you turned eighteen. I honestly thought you were joking, but knowing you; I should've known better.

You also always told me that you were so proud of me, even, especially when I got eliminated. And then when I debuted you seemed even more excited about it than I did. You ran around telling everyone that your best friend was a famous idol.

Time to time you send me gifts. Like a million bracelets you made for me or a drawing you made of me. It made me so happy. I'd be running around, grinning like an idiot for a week after you gave me something. I still wear your bracelets everyday.

You stopped talking about your boyfriend as much. Actually nearly never. It happened so little I actually forgot he exited sometimes. I really wished he didn't.

The other members teased me about you all the time. I told them that I didn't feel anything for you, but none of them believed me. Noone talks about a friend, the way I talk about you. It was incredibly obvious, you'd be an idiot if you didn't notice.

You're an idiot, (y/n).

Maybe you weren't. Or maybe you're still not one. Maybe you did notice, you just didn't want to believe it or you didn't want to hurt my feelings.

I hope that's not the truth. I hope that you are just really oblivious.

(y/n), if you hear this and don't have any feelings for me; please, just reject me. If you do, I might be able to move on. I don't think you'll hear this, though. I'm way too scared to confess.

*beep*

*Click*

The month before your birthday you started talking more and more about how you wanted to go to Korea. So much that you actually started planning it and started saving up for it. And before I knew it you were sending me to look at a new apartment for you in the area, since you couldn't go yourself.

Not too long after we found a small, inexpensive apartment just around the corner.

And then you were here. You were standing right in front of me, smiling widely. You hugged me and I could actually feel your arms around me. It felt so surreal.

You started handing me some gifts from my family and friends back home, and you made me help you carry some of the bags.

I introduced you to Chan, who drove me to the airport, and you hitted off immediately. Later that night, when I took you to meet the rest of them, you also got along just as quickly. Maybe you got along a bit too well.

I wasn't really jealous. I knew none of them would ever get with you. They wouldn't do that to me. I was just annoyed about how much the boys teased me about you. In front of you. If it already wasn't obvious it sure was now.

But you didn't notice. -or didn't care. You just laughed. Sometimes you even played along.

They just kept doing it. They still do it now.

I think it took me a week or so to realize that you were actually here. With me.

It didn't take you long to get used to this, though. In a month you probably knew the area better than I did. You always hung around in the dorm.

At first you didn't stay there for too long at a time, because you didn't want to intrude, but after I finally convinced you that the other members really liked having you there; you stayed longer.

It was really nice having you there. Most of the time. That christmas, we wanted a small celebration with just us in the dorm, but your boyfriend had planned a surprise visit for you.

So christmas evening you came over hand in hand with your precious boyfriend. You were wearing his jacket, even though you were never cold. You went around the room and introduced him to everyone. None of them liked him. Mostly, well only because I didn't. Some of them hid it well, but others, Specifically Hyunjin and Lee Know, weren't even trying to.

I felt bad, because you felt bad. I think it was worse for you than it was for him.

When you guys left the others tried to comfort me. They told me that I was so much better than him, that he wasn't all that, but it didn't really help. It made it so much worse that I thought he was a good person.

He was charming and smart and good-looking and really good at nearly everything.

And you liked him. A lot. That's what you told me. Even after two years you hadn't even told each other that you loved each other. It gave me a bit of hope. i shouldn't have, but it did.

It shouldn't have, because I knew why you hadn't. You didn't know whether you actually did or not. I thought you did. I mean you care about him, you had feelings for him, you had been with him for two whole years. Why wouldn't you love him?

I asked you about it and you told me that you knew that you knew you could live without him. You would definitely be really hurt if he left, but it would be okay. You told me that you loved me and you couldn't live without me and you just didn't feel that way about him.

I remember that night so clearly.

We had just watched some romantic comedy with Sungmin, Hyunjin and I.N, it was about a girl and her best friend. She had a boyfriend, but later realized that she didn't love him and only loved her best friend.

It was a good movie. I imagined that it was me and you. Even though you were nothing like the main character. She was shy, closed off and maybe a little whiny. You're definitely not like that.

I.N, Hyunjin and Sungmin left after the movie and we started talking. You weren't a big fan of the movie. You actually said you hated the boyfriend simply because he didn't like books and jokingly judged the main character for loving them.

We kept talking and I jokingly compared you, me and him to the plot. And you just said:

"I don't think i love him, Felix"

"I love you felix, but i dont trust him the way i trust you. And, I don't care about him as much."

I had no idea what to say, so I just stayed quiet and listened. I closed my eyes and kept listening. For just a second I let myself imagine that, when you said you loved me, you meant it like that. That you felt the same way about me. Only for a second.

At the end of the day you were with him and not me.

*beep*

*Click*

You were going back to Australia to surprise your boyfriend on your third anniversary.

It felt weird, because even though I was still in love with you, I had kind of just accepted that you were with him. It didn't really hurt anymore. He loved you, you loved him and I loved you. That was just simply how it was. I honestly thought you were going to be together forever.

So imagine my surprise, when you called me, absolutely pissed and asked me if I could book a new flight for you.

I was so confused and when I asked you what happened, you simply told me he cheated. Just like that.

You stayed with your parents for the night and flew back early in the morning. I had Chan drive me there again and we picked you up. You didn't say anything the whole way home. Chan dropped us off at your apartment.

The second we walked through the door you hugged me, you clung to me like a magnet. And you started crying, probably for the first time since it happened.

You told me everything that night. How you were so excited and barged in, just to find him with another woman.

At first he tried denying it, then he promised it was a one the thing and that it would never happen again, then he started blaming you.

He accused you of cheating with me.

Which is absolutely ridiculous because: One; you would never in your life cheat. Two; you had never even looked at me like that. Three; you really cared about him.

He probably only said it to feel less guilty. He knew that nothing was going on between us, he was just a dick.

I felt really guilty that I let him hurt you. I thought i had excused everything with me just not liking him because of my feelings, but i now see that he was just a good actor.

I promised myself that I would never let anyone hurt you ever again. That's why I became so cautious with who I "let" you go out with.

*beep*

*Click*

It took you a while to get over him. Not any longer than I thought it would, but a while.

After a few months you started going outside again. Mostly just to shop for groceries or to see me, but that's still progress.

On my birthday we remade your fifteenth birthday cake. It was obviously a bit better than the first try, but other than that it was identical.

You slept over at the dorms for the first time, since your ex-boyfriend hadn't let you over before. You slept in my arms that night. It was the first day since the break up you hadn't talked, and probably, thought about your ex.

By Christmas you barely ever thought about him, so you decided that you wanted to start dating again. And then you went on dates.. a lot. You went out every weekend, but none of them became a second date.

It felt like playing the slowest game of russian roulette ever. Or waiting for a grade on an exam you already know you failed, but you need to pass to get into college.

I was preparing for that one time where you are gonna call me, -or even run to the dorms, just to tell me about how (in great detail) someone else was the most amazing person ever and how well they treated you. Even though we'd both know that it was just minimal effort and basic human respect.

That hasn't happened yet, though.

This felt worse than when you were with him, because even though he's a dick, I knew he wouldn't hurt you. Physically that is. But when you go on dates with all of these strange people you met online or through friends, I have no idea of what they might do to you.

I tried to tell you this, but you just get annoyed. You tell me, everytime, that you know and remind me how you have been a woman for long enough to know. And then I can't really say anything more. What would I even say?

"I, a cis man, know way better than you and you should listen to me" or i could just confess and you'll stop for a short while and then just do it again in secret to not hurt my feelings. Yeah, that would make it so much safer, wouldn't it?

I do know that you know, (y/n). I just also know that you've never cared about your own health, to give a sh*t.

*beep*

*Click*

So... yeah.

(y/n), I love you. A lot more than you think.

But please don't feel guilty about anything that happened that might've hurt me... And please don't give me a chance because you feel guilty.

If you do -give me a chance; let it be because you actually have feelings for me.

I'll be okay. I just really don't wanna ruin our friendship. (y/n), I can't lose you.

If you hear this and you don't feel anything for me, please just tell me and then pretend you never heard this. Don't even hide anything to spare anything to spare my feelings, just pretend it never happened..

Please run to me and rant about this new person you met, ask me for relationship advice when you need it and let me be your best-man to your wedding. I just want you to be happy, and then I'll be happy too.

So.. goodbye, (y/n). I'll see you later, I guess... Bye."

*beep*

Wow.

Honestly now that I think about it, it was very obvious.

I think I didn't see it because; i have my whole life avoided thinking about Felix in that way.

I hate this. I feel nauseous. Like someone just punched all my guts out of me.

Felix loves me and I don't love him. He has felt like this for years. And I didn't notice, even though it was so dang obvious.

If i'd ju-

*SLAM*

That was the door. Felix is back.

"Honey, I'm home!"

Well, sh*t.

- 

Here is part 2. 

[rollingdumpsterfire]

“What?”

You say after you notice me staring at you. “Nothing.” I respond, panicked, hoping that you hadn’t noticed and I was trying to be nonchalant. Is this what it means to be choked up when you’re thinking about what to say and how to say it? I don’t want to come off as dorky, too mushy, or mess up what I actually mean. I get caught up in my own head, trying to find the right words to explain how I feel about you.

After waaaaaay too much thought, I finally summon enough courage to say what’s on the verge of something really bittersweet.

“This is gonna sound really stupid but...dating you feels like one of the best summers I ever had; the last summer of high school...”

Ah, shit, that came out even worse than I thought. It’s true! These past few months have been exactly like the summer before I left for college. Like, what the fuck do you even say to describe that feeling where you were just running around hanging out, you had something to do-- to experience--to its fullest and in awe everyday.  

Like how is it that you say “I’ve got the night off” and we already say to each other what we can do, so much so  we forget what we originally wanted to do. No plans, just spontaneity. Where we go find some swings after a show and hold conversation. Where we just go record shopping in the afternoon and spend way too much money only to spend the rest of the day taking turns playing albums. Even just hanging in silence. 

Actually Kels, I am a HUGE talker. I would just blurt out whatever came to mind all the time. With you, I want to be careful when I do say anything. Maybe it’s because some things are better left unsaid, or maybe because I need to be in the now. I just don’t want to overbear you with loveboming. I’m too much sometimes I know that about me and I hate it. I overindulge and am a glutton for more. Especially if I really care. 

“...Elaborate,” you ask.

“ah, shit” I think to myself, I always hated having to do that cause it requires more words than I have ownership of. “Like I’ve said, I really admire your freedom and being with you is just the most fun I’ve ever had”. I muster enough words to say. The feeling of the wind at your sail, a good deep breath, unknowingly coming up to a beautiful night sky, or seeing the skyline of the city of your road trip destination. The freedom that the world is your oyster, and you’re feeling the aphrodisiac of it all.

“I dont know what I’m doing so that makes sense.” you respond. I hang my head. 

“Definitely not response I was aiming for.” I say to myself. Makes sense I get something like that because what you really want to say sounds even worse but because you’re constantly fighting your own mind. “It’s just nice”, sounds corny. “You’re alot of fun”, wow, what is this, a fuckin’ rom-com? “I like how you help me revert back to when I was a kid,” thanks Freud, I hate it here. 

There’s just more to it than that. Cause I was IN a relationship at that time. It doesn't feel the same, believe me. There was alot of bickering, enemies-to-lovers, vibe that she and I had. 

The love I share with you Kels, it more the culmination of that time period. It’s fiery, passionate, tender, impulsive, explosive, hot, sexy, surreal, astonishing, dangerous, cute, sultry, adventurous, exhilarating… I could go on but I won’t run out of words.

“Just calm down man and enjoy the ride” my phone pings. After I’ve been texting my friends how much I overthink.

“Te muerdo”, you softly say.

I look up from my phone to formulate a response. Looking up, not paying attention, I’ve been bitten.

“Ay, coño, no me muerdas!” I exclaim, kicking me out of my concentration. You put on that cute, sly, small v-shaped smile and my heart sinks.

“Te muerdo”, you repeat, all satisfied with the interaction.

I cut my eyes in response.

You respond with the same.

My heart skips a beat because all I wanna do is break and start kissing you all over. “What are you, a dog?”, the cynic in me stops me from moving. Yeah I’m gonna always be fighting myself.

“Baby, you’ve got to roll your Rs, muerrrrrrdo.”

“Mueherdo”

“Nope”

It’s really sweet that you’re learning Spanish. If you ever get to meet her, Abeula would have the warmest heart towards you. The cynic in me is hostile about it, but teaching’s got it’s benefits. You pull out your little notepad for phrases and I smile. Sure, it’s just phrases now but you’ve been getting better conversationally. The notepad has that, and there some phrases that are— more personal? Things I thought wouldn’t make things steamy, but they do. Who knew, the Romance language, works well with intimacy?

“Te lambo” you softly say while I’m deep in thought.

[catcze]

(remember to rest yourself and drink water and eat food so dont starve and pretty please rest like dont do this req immediately pls rest dont overwork yourself like ganyu-) aye imma req the stronK wing req with other chatacters - hmm albedo, zhongli and traveller ? (aether ? your choice really !!)

-pretty boi anon ♥️ (im so proud of myself rn thats my first anon thing-)

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !! ⠀

「 FEAT : 」Zhongli, Albedo x Male Reader

「 ### : 」 Fluff !!

「 CWS : 」 Reader has wings??? 

Aw omg thanks so much pretty boi 💞🥺  and really??! omg im so honored to be the first blog with you as their anon!! I can totally do your request! Good choice btw, i absolutely love the geo characters 💞

Note from future Catte: deleted Aether’s part, since i’m no longer going to be writing for him, and I wouldn’t want people to think that i still do!

Kaeya, Diluc & Childe ver.

⠀ 「 ZHONGLI ��

Sticking w/ the narrative that you’re an adeptus / illuminated beast, it makes sense that you’d be familiar with Zhongli! Considering how you stick around humans like Ganyu or Yanfei, it shouldn’t be too unusual to see you around Liyue harbor with the archon-turned-funeral consultant.

Zhongli being Zhongli, he probably is super learned when it comes to maintaining your wings. Every now and then, he’ll have you sit on a stool in front of him while he stands behind you, preening your wings and correcting any misaligned feathers. He probably goes on tangents and talks about anything while he does this lmao.

He would accompany you when you buy oils to care for your wings! Although he probably wouldn’t be able to pay for it for you, he’d still be able to help you choose the best ones for your feathers.

He doesn’t treat you any differently, since he isn’t surprised or shocked that you have wings (since, you know, he was / is Rex Lapis) so he’d treat you as normally as he would anyone else.

Ik this can sound anticlimactic, but in your experience, when you go to places or meet people who have never seen a winged being not trying to do any harm, they’re usually so surprised, and may distance themselves from you in caution, or they may be too chummy with you in curiosity.

Zhongli treating your wings as if they were just a regular part of you –nothing to make a fuss about, nothing to gawk over– is such a breath of fresh air.

If he has an errand to run in the wild to procure things for funerals, you usually come with him. 

One of the reasons why he invites you is because you typically make the gathering easier, and a little less risky to his mortal form. After all, with your wings, he doesn’t have to risk his own wellbeing scaling cliffs for qinxin flowers or violet grass.

Your wings and your expert control makes it all too easy for you to fly him and yourself up to wherever he needs to go, and despite the strength of each flap of your wings, you’re careful to not blow away and damage any of the flora he needs.

But a big big big reason why he’d he’d want you around is because you’re always so enthusiastic to listen to his stories, and you always remember the details he tells you, too. Its not often that this happens–– sometimes some Liyue women would try to converse with him in hopes of catching his interest, but they typically gave up whenever he would begin his long-winded explainations.

That’s why he was pleasantly surprised when he met you (who was not of the female populus!!! How rare!1!1) who was so happy to listen to him. Funny enough, it was this that actually made him interested in you. Zhongli is very glad for your presence, too, and he never fails to bring you along with him.

⠀ 「 ALBEDO 」

Albedo would be so curious about your wings!

When he first meets you, he’s cordial and polite ofc, but its so obvious that he can’t keep his eyes off your wings. You’re probably the first adeptus / illuminated beast he’s ever met.

He probably won’t ask you if you’re willing to let him run some tests on you right off the bat tho, since he’s worried you might say no. When you two are more acquainted, then he’ll ask!

He’s a little shy and hesitant too, not wanting to intimidate you with the words ‘test’ or ‘experiments.’ Listen to his voice line where he asks the traveller if he can do some research on Paimon–– same vibe. 

He’ll be so excited if you accept, even if he doesn’t show i! DOing experiments and gathering data on you and your wings becomes his top priority, and he schedules it with you ASAP.

He’s sure to bring you somewhere where you wont be bothered and where you can fully stretch out your wings. Maybe dragonspine, or somewhere near Wolvendom.

The experiments and data Albedo wants to gather isn’t insane–– he mostly wants to know things like your maximum speed, you initial velocity, the shape of your wings + how they affect your flight, the strength behind your wings, how well you can control them and the like.

At one point when you take a small break, you offer to carry him! he accepts ofc because this can be a learning experience, but he really really enjoys it! He’s so enamored by the brids-eye view of the landscape that only you (and he, right now) could see. He’ll probably ask you to fly him up again, just so that he could sketch it!

Speaking of, he’d ask you if its okay to sketch your wings, too, so he can get an idea of how they work. If you’re alright with it, he’ll ask you to remove your shirt so he can see where the wings connect to your back. 

Albedo spends so much time sketching and asking you to pose your wings in different ways, so he can see the extent of their flexibility. He probably touches them, if you’re down, to see what the textures and hardness of the feathers are like. 

Honestly, the experience and looking back at the sketches really highlights to him how astounding your form was.

He’ll probably ask if you have any similarities in terms of behaviour with male birds of other species, and it’s up to you to discuss the similarities and differences with him.

While you two are up in Dragonspine, you get concerned about him getting cold, since you’re easily warmed by your personal cocoon of feathers, so you bring Albedo into your chest and into the blanket of your wings to warm him up. Both of you enjoy it immensely. 

[corysmiles]

(Friendly Giant au) One day after Wilbur is more comfortable with Ranboo touching him he goes to leave for the night like Tommy used to do but then Ranboo just gently squishes him between his hands like 'no it's cuddle time'

Boundaries

Friendly Giant AU

cw//language

(Anon I took this in a very angsty direction I apologize in advance also I rushed finishing this so I will go back and edit later I promise)

——————————

It was a couple months after Wilbur started coming to visit when Ranboo tried to make him stay. Wilbur still didn’t come every day- it was more like once or twice a week if anything- and he absolutely never stayed the whole night. On the nights he did come Tommy would walk him home around midnight which unfortunately meant he wasn’t around the rest of the night.

But Ranboo wished he would stay. He really wished he would stay. Every time he watched the still-cautious man leave his den he had to fight against every part of himself to not pull him back. He wasn’t part of his “family” yet...but he was pretty close.

So one night when Wilbur turned to leave Ranboo just couldn’t resist. He was tired and Tubbo was already curled up on his chest and he just couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want Tommy and Wilbur to leave...he wanted them in his hands.

Quickly, he slammed his hand down across the entrance and felt the two humans bump into his knuckles.

“Stay,” he yawned.

The two humans backed up from his hand but before they could get away he scooped them up and pulled them against his chest. The feeling of their small movements made his already jumbled thoughts even hazier, and vaguely he registered that he was purring.

“Hey! Let go,” Tommy yelped.

The small human pushed against his hands but Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to free them. They would leave if he let them go...

“Stop being a bitch! Wil’s freaking out man!” Tommy shouted and suddenly Ranboo’s head cleared.

With a gasp of realization he dropped the humans back down and watched as Wilbur curled up on himself. The man’s breaths came in short painful bursts making Ranboo’s heart scream. Meanwhile Tommy rubbed his back trying to calm him down.

He had done that. He hurt him. Ranboo wanted to run away, to leave and not be seen again by the small human.

He knew Wilbur didn’t like being touched and he still did it.

“-ay?” Tubbo asked. Ranboo only caught a little bit, but by the concerned expression of Tubbo’s face he could tell it was a question.

Tubbo carefully jumped off of Ranboo’s chest and approached his older brother, “What happened?”

“Nothing bad,” Tommy reassured, “Ranboo just had one of his moods and it freaked him out.”

“I’m so sorry...” Ranboo whispered.

“It’s fine,” Tommy snapped, “He’s just afraid still...this is hard for him yaknow.”

Ranboo’s ears twitched back in anguish. He had scared Wilbur...

Ranboo turned and gave Tommy a quick nod before pacing away into a deeper part of the den. He couldn’t bring himself to stay and watch the aftermath of what he did. He didn’t mean to scare him.

His feet carried him deeper and deeper into the dark cavern. It got to the point where he had to duck down under the dripping rock...he guessed he’d gotten taller again...great. When he finally stopped he was in front of the small River running through the rocks. The water spit at his feet making him shiver at the cold touch.

Slowly he knelt down next to water. Faintly he could see his own reflection on the ever-shifting surface. It was terrifying.

Sometimes he was able to forget just how different he was from the people he cared so much about, but at that moment, looking at himself in the river, he felt awful. Of course Wilbur was terrified of him, if he was the human he would be scared too. His lips barely covered his sharp teeth and his eyes were cat-like and predatory. Everything about him was monstrous- everything.

A couple minutes later his ears twitched back as light footsteps approached from behind.

“Hey big man,” Tubbo whispered, “You feeling okay?”

Ranboo kept his head down even when Tubbo had sat down beside him. He was so small... with Ranboo kneeling Tubbo barely even reached his foot.

“He’s okay you know. He went home with Tommy but he’s okay,” Tubbo said, filling the silence.

Ranboo hummed in acknowledgment but the reflection in the river told a completely different story. He was a monster and he had attacked a human. It was simple. He had scared him, and because of what he did Wilbur probably wouldn’t come back.

It hurt but he didn’t blame him.

“Boo come on look at me,” Tubbo begged, “Wil’s fine. It’s okay, let’s go back so we-“

“Stop!” Ranboo snapped and beside him Tubbo fell silent.

“Just...please stop Tubbo,” he whimpered, “I hurt him. I knew he hated me touching him and I did it anyway. I knew he didn’t trust me and I still hurt him...I’m a monster Tubbo.”

Tubbo frowned at his friend and climbed up onto his lap. Gently he patted Ranboo’s knee, “You’re not a monster Boo...you’re just different. It’s not a bad thing, itll just take Wilbur a little longer to be okay with it.”

“It’s because I’m a monster though,” Ranboo snapped, “I am and I know it. Wilbur is afraid of me Tommy barely trusts me and even you were scared when you first met me. I should have just stayed out of it and left you all alone.”

“And let me hang there till I died?” Tubbo snapped, “Let Tommy get fucking mauled or let Michael get eaten?”

Ranboo squinted at Tubbo who stood up with fury in his eyes.

“You really think it would have been better to let us die?”

“No that’s not what I-“

“That’s what would have happened if you didn’t help,” Tubbo snapped, “You’re not a fucking monster Ranboo.”

Ranboo opened his mouth to fight back until he noticed the tears forming in Tubbo’s eyes. The human desperately tried to wipe them off his face.

“Do you think we don’t care about you?” Tubbo asked.

Ranboo’s ears flattened against his head, “No that’s not what I-“

“Okay then stop acting like it’s bad that we met,” Tubbo said, “you’re my friend Ranboo. Your appearance isn’t going to turn me away anytime now.”

A sigh left Ranboo’s lips and slowly he let Tubbo crawl into his hands.

“I’m getting bigger you know...” he muttered after a moment.

Tubbo nodded, “I know.”

“Doesn’t that scare you?”

Tubbo shook his head and patted the palm of Ranboo’s hand, the fingers subconsciously moved to wrap around him.

“No, why would it?”

“I could hurt you,” Ranboo whispered, “I have no idea how much bigger I’ll get.”

Tubbo hummed in response and tilted his head at the giant, “So what? You’re already big, whats a little more height gonna do? It’s not like you’re suddenly gonna try to squish me big man.”

“Of course not I just...what if I can’t help it,” Ranboo sighed, “What if I don’t mean to hurt you and I still do...”

“Then I won’t be mad,” Tubbo shrugged, “And I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It doesn’t matter if we’re like this or I’m like the size of a fly to you, I trust you.”

“Tubbo you dont...I could kill you or- or seriously hurt you,” he whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Boo...don’t worry about that now,” he sighed, “If we get to the point where you’re too big I’ll find a different way to be with you, but it’s not a problem now. You make me feel safe Ranboo.”

Ranboo squinted at Tubbo cautiously and watched as the small human wrapped his thumb in a hug. Slowly he brought him up to his face and let his heart have its fill. He was scared still...but he loved having Tubbo close.

“Come on big man you’re my pillow,” Tubbo laughed as he patted the tip of Ranboo’s nose.

Ranboo pressed his nose into the boy knocking him over, “Yeah...okay.”