#Because I have to go to work in an hour and be bubbly and smiley and happy

[janeway-lover]

i love how humans can experience a wide range of emotions all at once and definitely don't feel worse because of that very fact <- me when I lie

[cuteandhughesy]

Is It New Years Yet? | Quinn Hughes

summary: friends with benefits is great in theory but when the holiday season approaches, you begin to believe that may no longer be the case.

[word count] 3.9k

warnings: SFW! friends with benefits | friends to lovers | jealousy | angst | kissing | suggestive scenes but no actual smut | read at your own discretion

a/n: based off this request! here it is, the last fic of cuteandhughesy’s christmas special! thank you all so much for the love and support you’ve given me through this special…I can’t thank you enough! stay tuned for my 2025 planner, which I plan to publish within the next few days :)

🎵 is it new years yet? by sabrina carpenter

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the gold sequins covering your top are extremely irritating, rubbing your underarms raw with their sharp, shiny edges. in an attempt to not freak out and just walk right out the door, you take a long and exaggerated sip from your — 5th? maybe 6th? — glass of bubbly champagne.

beside you, bella gives you a concerned look— taking a much more delicate sip out of her own glass. she's been giving you the same glances for the past hour, and at this point you've completely pretended you weren't aware of them. because you're honestly embarrassed of your own actions— anytime the door of the miller's home squeaked open, your eyes would shoot over at an alarming rate, trying to see who was walking in...trying to see if it was him.

"he's probably on his way." bella's voice is soft—comforting, placing her tiny fingers on your wrist to grab your attention.

you decide to play dumb—nonchalant—though when you've had as many drinks as you've had, is practically impossible. "who?"

this time it's brock who gives you a look behind bella, but unlike the sympathetic look you've been getting from his girlfriend, brock's eyes glaze with vexation. he doesn't save you with sugary words or a reassuring smile, just a deadpan expression. "you know who, y/n/n. quinn."

you laugh through a raspberry, borderline snorting at his words.

brock sighs knowingly, very much used to the whole....thing you’ve got going on with quinn— and your denial that comes along with it.

"why would I care if quinn is coming?"

brock's brows raise. "nobody asked you that."

your face falls, your skin heating up with a mixture of embarrassment and the alcohol running ramped through your bloodstream. "well, I know what you were insinuating."

"wasn't insinuating anything-"

"alright," bella cuts of gently, squeezing brock's bicep in an almost warning manner—she knows better than to not argue with you when it comes to the topic of quinn hughes. "what brock is trying to say is that it's okay that you're looking for quinn, y/n/n. he said he'd be here by now."

you wave your hand, dismissing your friend nonchalantly. "I know. i'm not worried."

bella hums. "okay. but's it's fine if you are."

"i'm not. we're just friends."

anytime somebody would ask about your and quinn's seemingly suggestive relationship, they'd always look at you with disbelief when you'd tell them you're just friends. well, friends that suggestively cuddle, kiss and have sex...but friends nonetheless.

you met quinn in 2018 at a barbecue brock was hosting. you'd been friends with brock since you met at the coffee shop you'd worked at the year before—when you'd spilled his coffee all over the pick up counter right in front of him. oddly enough, he found you charming and the two of you became fast friends.

he quickly brought you into his hockey world, where you met many different people and athletes that soon became your extended friends. when brock introduced you to quinn right infront of the grill at said barbecue lunch, you'd just about died.

quinn was cute in a dorky way, shying away from your strong eye-contact and smiley face. with his quick wit, nerdy tendencies and independence, quinn hughes was exactly your type, and it wasn't long until you two grew close.

your strong friendship eventually shifted into a more sensual relationship, and you found yourselves in a little dance that others know as friends with benefits.

and that worked for you both. not only did you get the fun, relaxed and sweet side of a best friend, but you also got that dirty, dominant and sexy side of a boyfriend. you both basked in the comfortability your arrangement brought, as well as the intimacy shared between you.

but then something shifted. you noticed that you started to really care about how you looked around quinn, and how you acted. you begin to care about how quinn perceived you and what he thought of you. you'd get nervous when he'd lean in for a kiss after a hard game, and when his touches would linger you'd get filled with butterflies. you liked him — you still do.

it's just that…you know you shouldn't feel this way, especially for a friend, regardless of the sexual relationship between you. so you pretend and suppress your feelings in fear of loosing quinn completely—-because you've become completely reliant upon the connection between you, and the thought of losing that is heartbreaking.

bella sighs gently, but knowingly, raising her glass back towards her painted lips. "for sure."

a chorus of cheers sounds all around you, and the sudden shift in energy has you looking back towards the door. you try and peer through the mini crowd, moving through the space around large bodies of athletes to see who's captured the rooms attention.

you catch sight of familiar floppy brown hair, followed by quinn's unmistakable smile. instantly you feel lighter, and the grin that makes its way onto your face is probably embarrassing.

there's a petite blonde girl next to him—with perfect skin and a blinding smile. she daintily wraps her hands around quinn's bicep, eyes wide as she introduces herself to jt miller and his wife.

and just as quickly your smile fades, eyes darting away from the unfolding scene in front of you. bella says your name gently—sympathetically—reaching towards you as she grazes your arm.

you gently shake her off, plastering on a fake smile. "I'm going to get a refill." you shake your half full champagne glass in the general direction of the kitchen, a wordless action that speaks a million words.

it's not that you're upset that quinn's seemingly brought a girl with him to this new year's party. you're upset that it's making you feel so distraught and heartbroken. you shuffle through the room, slinking through warm bodies and smiling faces until you're walking into the kitchen.

you try and keep your unshed tears at bay, breathing deeply as you top up your flute of alcohol. "fucks sake." you mumble to yourself, taking a hearty sip of your drink.

"you good?" the deep voice of elias pettersson has you jumping. the swede is leaning against the counter casually, sipping what looks like glass of white wine, eyeing you amusingly.

"I didn't know you were in here." you say, turning towards the blonde slowly.

he hums, swallowing the mouthful of wine. "quinn here?"

"yup." you nod, popping the p.

"ah yes." elias sighs, looking behind you as he peers into the crowded space. he finds quinn quickly, the captain ever so lively around his friends— he also sees the girl next to him. "he's brought a friend."

you snort. "yeah I know all about being his friend."

the assistant caption eyes you gently, a small sympathetic pull at his mouth. "sorry y/n/n."

you've always liked elias. he's similar to brock in the way they both speak their mind and never feel the need to sugar coat the truth, but elias is often more laid back and less judgmental than brock can be. a lot of the time you think if you weren't in love with quinn, you'd be with elias.

an idea pops into your head, turning your rather solemn expression into a scheming one. you look at elias with a smile, to which he raises his brows questionably. "actually, do you mind helping me with something?"

he squints curiously. "what?"

you walk up to him slowly, your grin unwavering. as you reach elias, you gently trail your fingers down his exposed arm, tracing your nails over one of his bulging veins. "just follow my lead."

—

quinn has looked at you twice in the past 40 minutes...twice. the first time was when you walked out of the kitchen, clutching elias's arm as you leaned into him. quinn's brows pulled together questionably, eyeing you and his teammates close proximity, but you didn't give him the satisfaction of your attention, directing you both towards the heart of the home where the mingling was happening.

the second time was only 10 minutes ago. you'd been watching your friend from a distance, a scowl on your face as you watch that blonde girl whisper in quinn's ear, raised on her toes with a small hand cupped around his ear. quinn had caught your jealous gaze, sending you an irritated look.

you scoffed, quickly turning your attention back to bella and brock, standing only with them while elias was getting you another drink.

you've been pulling out all the stops in an attempt to gets quinn's attention. if you weren't laughing loudly at everything elias said, you were touching him seductively or dancing against him — all things to try and spark jealousy in quinn.

but if anything, it was making you feel even worse about the situation. the weird and heartbroken emotions running through you—combined with the alcohol you'd been continuously drinking throughout the night— has you needing a breather.

you excuse yourself from elias with a mumble about the bathroom, and you don't really hear his gentle response as you stumble away, slinking though the crowded miller home towards the stair case.

thankfully the lighting in the house is dim, so nobody notices you climbing up towards the second floor, barley keeping yourself in a straight line— too caught up in your own thoughts and emotions to focus on anything but.

the spare bedroom is the first room you stumble upon, quickly slipping inside the beautifully decorated space and letting the door click shut behind you. now finally by yourself with nothing but the bass of the music downstairs tickling your feet, you let yourself fall apart.

the tears don't come immediately, but the sobbing noise that leaves your chest is instant and intense. you clutch the pendant of your necklace, grounding yourself as your emotions come bubbling to the surface.

not only are you feeling heartbroken and hurt by your own feelings for quinn, but you're now also feeling guilty for attaching yourself to his teammate all night in some sad attempt at trying to ignite jealousy. usually you'd be more mature about a situation like this, but once again the champagne in your system has other plans.

you wipe your face, praying that your makeup look doesn't go completely down the drain and you still look somewhat presentable. you think it must be nearing midnight, and you're sure bella and brock are wondering where you've slipped away too.

you sigh reluctantly, sniffling away any lingering emotion as you make your way back towards the door. just before you can reach for the handle, it turns before you, the door swinging open to reveal quinn.

his face changes at the sight of you. there's a flash of relief on his face, like he'd been looking for you and has finally found you. but that expression quickly changes as quinn pushes himself into the bedroom, closing the door quickly. he looks irritated—the kind of expression you'd see if he gets asked a stupid question by a reporter.

he looks you up and down quickly, assessing you with an unfamiliar pull at his lips. quinn meets your uncertain gaze. "you fucking elias now?"

you blink in shock, mouth falling open like you're a fish out of water. "what?" you're practically seething, looking at quinn with a distant glare.

he scoffs. "I think you heard me."

his condescending tone has you feeling angry and worse of all, judged—quinn is in no place to judge you after he's brought somebody with him tonight. "what if I am?" you question, irritation clear in your voice. you take a step towards him, anger radiating off of you. "why do you care?"

quinn makes a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat, wide eyed as he steps closer to you. "why do I care? are you being serious right now?"

"yes, quinn." you huff, crossing your arms roughly. "you can't storm in here and start grilling me about what i'm doing in my personal life, when you've brought someone with you tonight. or have you already forgotten about her as well?"

you're being petty, you're well aware of that—but the wrath and embarrassment running through your bloodstream has you not caring.

quinn eyes you again, stepping even closer to you—his movements laced with disbelief and annoyance. "if you're implying that i've forgotten about you…well that's just straight stupid."

you laugh in disbelief. "oh! so now i'm stupid?"

"no — what you're saying is stupid."

you scoff for what feels like the hundredth time this conversation. you don't even want to be arguing with quinn, especially when you're drunk and feeling heartbroken— the latter unbeknownst to him. you swallow gently, attempting to suppress the emotion creeping up your throat. "who is she?"

quinn shakes his head, his expression turning softer as he analyses you—sensing your shift in emotion and body language. "she's nobody."

"she's nobody but you brought her here? that doesn't make sense." your eyes flicker to the shaggy rug under your feet, blinking away unshed tears. you've passed the sheer anger you'd been feeling, left only with disappointment and sadness. "are you fucking her?"

quinn rubs his stubble roughly, and you can practically see the whirlwind of thoughts running through his head. his eyes find your yours, a hard expression in his face. "are you fucking elias? i'm still waiting for that answer. because you seemed pretty cozy with him since I got here."

"yeah," you nod roughly. "and that's no thanks to you, quinn. you haven't even come up to me tonight. god forbid you greet me—your friend—when there's a girl on your arm."

"were not just friends and you know it. so don't start that with me." quinn's tone is firm—warning—taking a step closer to your ridged body. he's now close enough to reach out and touch, and you so badly are craving that intimacy. but you hold back, keeping your expression as neutral as possible despite wanting to close the distance between you.

"oh, okay. what are we then quinn?" you question, your tone hard and determined. in a moment of vulnerability, your expression shifts, voice creaking with emotion. "because i'm so lost here."

quinn's eyes flicker across your flushed face. he's slightly breathless, watching you, like he can't keep his breathing steady. you hadn't even realized that you started to cry until he gently reaches towards you, thumb delicately wiping away the tears before they continue to fall. "fuck, i'm sorry." quinn's other hand runs over your head, flattening down your styled hair. "I hate seeing you upset—hey look at me."

you meet his gaze once again, tearing it away from your shoes. quinn looks extremely guilty and concerned— the latter due to your clear distress and sadness. "i'm such an idiot." he mumbles softly, "you can hit me if you want."

his words, so genuine and lighthearted, has a small splurge of giggles bubbling up your chest. you shake your head, "I don't want to hit you."

the ghost of a smile pulls at his mouth, and he nods once. quinn's thumb gently runs over your cheekbone, soothingly rubbing the high point of your rather warm face. "okay."

his words are so quiet and hushed it has you stomach swooping in a pleasant drop. quinn slowly leans down, running the tip of his nose along the bridge of yours—an affectionate nudge. you tilt your head farther back, allowing the most space for quinn to lean in and press his lips to yours.

it's a familiar and comforting pressure, your lips slotting together like they've done hundreds of times before. your arms uncross, falling limp at your sides as you let quinn hold your face, leading you in the steady exchange.

you sigh into his mouth, a breathy sound that has quinn deepening the kiss. his tongue easily slips past your parted, wet lips. instinctively your hands slip up quinn's chest, resting against his hard pecks. you gently grip the round muscle, nails digging into his flesh as you ground yourself.

your tongues move together slowly and gently—like there is all the time in the world. but, there's not all the time in the world, and you're still heartbroken and confused about everything. not just about tonight, but the entirety of your and quinn's arrangement.

you frown into the kiss, pulling away from quinn. his brows are pulled tight, eyes pinched shut as he collects his breathing—recovering from the intimate moment.

"quinny." his nickname is spoke in a breathy whisper, brushing against his slick lips. the emotion is still clogging up your airway, pushing its way to the surface. "I can't do this anymore."

his eyes snap open, glazed with a mixture of lust from your previous exchange, and worry caused by your vulnerable statement. "can't do what?" quinn's breathes hopefully—nervously.

you swallow gently, allowing yourself to linger in the last bit of time and space where your secrets are kept secret. because after this, all your feelings and love for quinn will be exposed, and the chance of your heart snapping in half becomes much more real—much more terrifying. "I can't keep pretending I don't want more with you. all this time we've been engaging in this friends with benefits stuff, i've been trying my best to not give into the idea of having more. but the more we fuck around with each other—care for each other—the more my feelings grow."

you sniffle, looking up at quinn. you can't read the expression on his face, it's one you've never seen before. he doesn't make a move to speak, only looking at you with that soft warmth in his eyes. you continue gently, "and I don't know how much more of this I can take, quinny. i'm attracted to you in any and every way there is to be attracted to someone. and I know we promised one another this would never happen and-"

you're stopped as quinn brings you into his embrace, pulling you towards his chest while his arms wrap around you in a tight hug. your cheek rests between his pecks perfectly, and that combined with everything else has you breaking down again.

you let out a disgruntled sob, turning to hide your wet face in quinn's shirt.

"I know baby." quinn's voice is so quiet, spoken into your hairline before he presses a firm kiss against your head. "it's okay."

you shake your head against him. "i'm so sorry—i've ruined everything. i've ruined us."

he gently pushes you back, just enough so that he can look at you properly. you're sure you look like a hot mess with mascara tinted tears pooling under your eyes, and a runny nose, but you don't find yourself to care. all you can focus on is quinn’s gentle frown and the way he delicately tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

his hand lingers there, resting around the side of your neck, just above your gold necklace chain. "how have you ruined us?"

his question is so genuine, like he can't even think of a reason of why your confession would change the set arrangement between the two of you. you almost want to laugh—whether it's in embarrassment or disbelief...you're not too sure.

"because you don't want me like that." not only is your timid response a stab in your gut, but it's also a stab in quinn's.

his thumb sweeps across your jawline, his gaze tender and determined. quinn's tongue darts between his teeth, gently wetting the plump skin of his bottom lip. quinn's eyes sweep over your face, his thoughts running a million miles an hour. but then something shifts.

his expression turns into something more determined—more sure, and with a breathy sigh, he speaks. "I brought lyla here to try and make you jealous. which is super shitty of me, I know, but I didn't know how else to like navigate these feelings i've been having for you. especially because I thought they were unrequited."

oh.

oh.

you blink three times, trying to process the words that just left quinn's mouth. "huh?" you babble like a fish, mouth opening in surprise, shock, and above all relief.

the smile that grows on quinn's face is the cherry on top of everything, and the sight of his grin has you knowing that you heard him right. "I've never fucked her or anybody besides you since we started seeing each other."

"you haven't?"

he shakes his head. "no, and i'm sorry because they way I went about everything tonight was just awful." quinn's hands are so warm and steady against your skin, gently tickling your face as he continues to run his thumbs over your jaw.

"i'm not with elias." you admit. "when I saw you walk in with that girl, I wanted to make you jealous…and elias agreed to help me."

his smile widens at your confession, and he doesn't feel so guilty anymore. the same goes for you, and knowing that your love isn't as unrequited as you thought, you feel yourself finally cracking a real smile.

"are you mad at me?" you ask timidly, leaning into the round of quinn's palm.

he pauses in a dramatic faux thought, humming gently. "not even a little bit." quinn cracks, his smile making its way back onto his flushed face. quinn leans back into your space, lips brushing against yours in an almost kiss. "i'm like falling crazy in love with you."

his words are so quiet—so intimate—plump lips brushing against yours as he talks. it's almost ticklish, and the feeling makes you giggle, and you desperately try to squirm away.

quinn chases you, arms tightening around you as his lips find your jawline. he starts pressing chaste kisses against the bone, quickly trailing down your neck.

you sigh in pleasure, eyes flickering shut as you fall into the euphoric feeling. quinn continues his way down, pausing occasionally to suck your perfume flavoured skin into his mouth teasingly.

"say it back." you feel him smirk against you before he gently bites down on you playfully.

you squeal with laughter, continuing your attempt in escaping quinn’s teasing attack. this time, he lets you pull back, watching you with a fond smile.

"say what?" your attempt at faux innocence quickly falls on deaf ears, and quinn begins tickling your side. you laugh again, falling into his warm, familiar chest.

this feels like the relationship you've grown to love with quinn—this is exactly the dynamic you two have created and the reason you fell so easily in love with your friend.

you wrap your arms around quinn's neck, pushing up onto your tip toes so you're at eye level with him. your smile is subtle, but to quinn it's as promising as the world.

"I'm falling deeply and truly in love with you." you whisper, eyes flickering between quinn's.

he closes the gap between you again, connecting your lips in another passionate kiss. this time the exchange is more rushed—desperate—like you're both trying to pour years of suppressed feelings into this one kiss.

and as the sound of new years rumbles through the house, cheers and celebration from friends floating up the stairs and finding your ears— you know there's nowhere else you're supposed to be.

[worldheadcanons]

☆ stalkertalia: there’s more!

requested by anon! gender neutral reader. starring . . . italy, china, prussia & germany. warning for stalking behaviors & nsfw (masurbation) hinted in china’s and discussed in germany’s parts. fandom masterlist found here. 📌 . . . author notes: this was fun to write! excited for the german brothers ^_^. i felt so mischievous while writing bc i hinted at quite a bit of things throughout these hcs (mostly just character relations but i’m ngl my personal hcs deff made their way in here). try to figure them all out if you dare!

feliciano vargas!

— feliciano calls and texts you regularly. his calls are usually just check-ins, making sure you’re doing well emotionally and physically. they’re typically short as well. his texts, however, are casual and flirtatious, as if you’re already well acquainted. not only that, but he texts you on and off for hours at a time. vargas doesn’t find it odd at all for him to text you in the afternoon and pick up your conversation from the morning as if no time passed. he fully expects you to go along with it, too.

— he’s vaguely sugar daddy-ish, also. he often buys you gifts so that you keep him unblocked. a new laptop? sure. brand new outfits from luxury brands? they’re delivered and left on your porch the very next day. anything and everything is on the table, it seems, which really makes you wonder why someone with so much money to waste has decided to bother little ol’ you. he’s not trying to buy your love, though, promise. feliciano just knows that the money and gifts help soften you up to him. you’re always more open to him after receiving a present or two.

— he knows an odd amount about your job and work schedule, as if he’s watched you at work. come to think of it, he probably has. he probably still does. vargas seems to know when you clock in, what you do for work, when you clock out, and even when you happen to go shopping for ingredients using your bosses’ card. how exactly he found out that you worked as a personal chef, you weren’t entirely sure.

— sometimes (really, a lot of the time) feliciano likes to play cute. maybe a better word would be coy, actually. he likes to pretend he’s not doing anything wrong, and even has the gall to text you every now and then something along the lines of ‘i don’t get why you’re so cold with me :(‘. he knows why you’re being so distant, of course. it’s no secret that his ways of contacting you are.. orthodox. but he also knows you’ll warm up to him soon enough. you’re soulmates. you will warm up to him.

— generally, he likes to use a fair amount of emoticons and emojis throughout his texts. not in a grandma way, but he’ll end his messages with red hearts or smiley faces, or even send a cute japanese emoticon your way. you asked him once how he knew about the emoticons japanese keyboard. his answer? he found it out from a friend, and though it was cute. he’s an… interesting.. guy. a guy who sends threats about the men you talk to in one text and cutesy emoticons in another.

— every now and then you play along with him, and in these moments, he feels himself falling more in love with you. you hold normal conversation, casual to the point of it being intimate (at least, in his mind it is). vargas views these rare events as you being your honest self. surely, your true self wants him just as much as he wanted you; you’re only hiding yourself because you’re scared of the intensity of your love. he’s deluding himself to a degree, but who doesn’t nowadays? he gets upset when you burst his bubble, anyhow.

yao wang!

— he doesn’t text and rarely calls. he usually writes letters; untraceable ones, of course, without a return address. he mails them himself, usually, though sometimes he has his employees deliver them. he’s old fashioned, what can he say. wang often writes about his love for you, how tempting you are.. never have you ever read such.. descriptive pieces of writing… it’s a little uncomfortable reading his more lustful letters. you try to ignore the stains at the edges of them…

— he likes sending you clothes to wear. sometimes yao sends designer brands, but mostly he sends everyday where. he tries not to send separate pieces, preferring to deliver whole outfits to your house (unlike his letters, the outfits are sent through standard delivery). what can he say? he loves seeing you in clothing he picked out. it’s a little bit about control, sure, matching you to his own artistic vision. but it’s also about providing for you. if you’d just let him into your heart, well, you’d never have to lift a finger again.

— god, you’re far too young for him. you’re closer to his son in age, really. sometimes he wishes that you’d marry his son, if only to ensure that you stay in his life. he’d see you during every family reunion and then some, as he would pop in every other day just to see you. wang might even move in with his son, claiming to need care, just to see your face. but even then, it’s not enough for you to be in his life. no, you should be his. maybe it was problematic, the age gap between you two. but you only live once, and his life is already partially gone!

— one day, three autumns. the chinese idiom rings true whenever you’re not around; one day without you feels like three full autumns. he often ends up asking around to see where you are. his questions are posed cleverly, disguised as common concern. yao’s no fool. he won’t let the world know of his affections towards you. not yet.

— outside of stalking, he tries his damnedest to get you to come work for his company. it would be much easier to keep tabs on you if you were one of his worker bees. wang’s even sweetened the deal a couple times, promising a high position right off the gate. unfortunately for him, you seem content working your current job. he’d buy the company you work under off your ceo but that seems a bit too obvious.

— has he been in your house? not without an invitation. he’s not a creep, after all. what he will do is send paid recon troopers to your property to record you in your private moments. they’re ordered not to view the footage. they’re to send all videos and photos directly to him and then delete them once they’ve been received. if you ever feel a pair of eyes watching you before bed, good news! it’s not yao — just the surveillance trooper that’s sending footage back to him.

gilbert beilschmidt!

— gilbert’s only ever into two types of people: anyone who can pull off the whole “sweaty warrior with muscles glistening in the sun” look and proper people that he can tease and fluster. his ex was the latter, but you.. you’re definitely the former. a welcome change of pace for him since his last break up was really messy.

— he met you at the gym. he was doing cardio on the treadmill while you were working arms nearby, your headphones neatly on your head. you weren’t dressed up much, just a baggy t-shirt and some gym pants, but god, your arms.. it was like seeing a walking greek sculpture. a dedication to the beauty of the human form.. something like that, bielschmidt figured. he’s not known for deep thoughts but you drag it out of him.

— when he met his cardio goal he turned off the treadmill, slinking off and making his way to you. he complimented your form, smiling, before asking you about your routine. the two of you hit it off and from there became gym buddies — on gilbert’s end, you were a bit more than that. he’d decided that you would be more than a simple rebound. he was determined to have you as his next partner.

— in his mind, you’re heaven sent after his bitch of an ex. that guy was the worst. okay, maybe he’s bitter about the whole break up, but that doesn’t really matter now that he has you! you, who he works out with thrice a week. you, whose home he found online two days after initial contact (it started as a search for your instagram and ended up with him finding your home and your mom’s facebook). you, who could definitely beat his ass… which makes him that much more attracted to you.

— beilschmidt knows that resorting to stalking is pathetic. but, hear him out: it’s only temporary. he’s doing his best to make moves on you in the gym but you don’t seem to pick up on them. he’s starting to wonder if you’re like his brother, someone who just doesn’t get social cues, or if you’re just trying to kindly reject him.. gilbert figures he won’t know until he tries some more. watching you from outside your windows is not a permanent gig. it’s just until he can get you to go out with him. that’s what he says to rationalize it, anyways.

— he’s a nail biter, and you best believe he was biting his nails down the first time he sees you outside of your gym rat clothes. from the window, he watches, entranced. lounge wear. you’re sitting on your coach in all your glory, watching some show in the cutest lounge wear he’s ever laid eyes on. god, the things you do to him. you oblivious god, you.

ludwig beilschmidt

— ludwig fell for you all too quickly. you were friends before, having gone to college together. now, you work in the same office. love strikes on a random wednsday during a casual lunch with coworkers. you laughed a little loud and half elbowed him in the process (you tend to hit when you laugh, he’s noticed) (he’s not not fond of the trait, though). it was then that he realized how warm you make him feel. you’re like a light, brightening the room even when you’re quiet. your mere presence is enough. wow. how amazing are you?

— i want to bathe in that light. it dawns on him that he wants to be with you, as more than friends. it’s not too hard to be close to you already; you seem to naturally gravitate towards sitting with him during casual work events and friendly hang outs. plus, the two of you already carpool together (it’s economical, is all). still, selfishly, he wants more. beilschmidt wants to date you.

— the german does try to be smooth as your anonymous stalker, often sending you packages full of things he thinks you’ll like. he’s indecisive, however, when it comes to you. is it wrong to want a great gift for a great person? the result of his indecision is him mailing you several versions of the same item with slight differences. accompanying these boxes on your porch is a stiff text to your phone that says ‘keep what you want, leibling, i just wanted to make sure i got it right. please leave feedback’.

— he sometimes wishes he had the confidence to confess to you in person. he’s worried about throwing away your friendship, though. strong friendships like the one you have are hard to make. they take years of effort and to toss it all away over a crush is… ridiculous, in ludwig’s eyes. no, he’s best handling things this way. even though he yearns to show his face and do more for you, he can’t. not yet. oh, how he dreams of fixing your squeaky door hinges and checking your engine. he’d clean your house for you, cook for you… what? it’s romantic to him, at least.

— he often takes your words literally. when you text beilschmidt any sort of feedback, he internalizes it. fortunately for him, you’re quite kind. you’ve yet to tell him to leave you alone or anything of that sort. it only furthers his love for you, the patience that you’re showing. he knows he’s not the most smooth (god knows — his brother won’t let him hear the end of it!) but he’s trying his best, promise.

— unbeknownst to you, he’s very… active. sexually. he hides it from you as much as he can; he isn’t like alfred, someone who’s shameless and will jerk off in your bushes. no, he’s much more reserved, jerking off with a stolen shirt of yours (he couldn’t push himself to steal panties after you invited him in as a friend). he does it in the corner of his room with the door locked, almost defensively. he feels lots of guilt when it comes to sex and sexual desire, which is partly why he’s still a virgin. after masturbating, he usually sits in silence for a couple minutes thinking over his life. this brief reflection doesn’t stop him from repeating the cycle later, though.

[teacup-captor]

I love your headers!! Would you be willing to show your previous ones? I like how they evolve as you find new interests :D

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING OH MY GOD.

For a bit of context, for a few fucking YEARS my tumblr header was a userbox that just read "This user's special interest is Steven Universe". I kept wanting to change it, but I didn't have anything else to change it to, and I was always hesitant because it was always still too accurate. So I pulled this psychological experiment on myself and I succeeded and I got SUUUUUUPER hyperfixated on Good Omens and decided to make THIS!!!!!!

I still love this!! It's my second favorite iteration of the header because look at these colors they're so damn nice! I made this header with the express purpose of changing it as I get new super big hyperfixations, also I just felt the need to add a disclaimer to my blog LMAO I was reblogging SO DAMN MUCH FANART. That's basically all I reblogged 😭 The plan was always to watch the header have leftovers of whatever other interests I got. Along the way new things will come and occupy most of the space in my head, but there will still be remnants of the other things I love and have loved. This header is and will continue to be a visual representation of that and it's beautiful

Now here comes S\herlock & Co., which at the time was actually maybe my most intense hyperfixation ever. Like I mean I was thinking about this shit all day. I haven't shared as much art in AGES. I thought it'd be really fun to just cover up Good Omens with cardboard, but it really didn't look like cardboard, and the tape would be like disproportionately huge lmao. My fave part about this then was how the tape had little air bubbles. My favorite part about it now is probably that you can still see the "G" from the original header, and that the L in Sherlock is capital by accident. I have this real habit of accidentally writing uppercase letters at random when I get too excited. Usually it's in the start of words though lmao :P Also you can see how I specifically didn't plan out the spacing because of the large gap after "Co." that I filled with a smiley. During this time I also had my FIRST EVER profile picture change on tumblr. I'd had the same profile picture since I JOINED. My discord friends, especially those who see me using PK, know damn well we're indicisive with our PFPs lmao so changing a pfp we'd had for a long time was a big thing for us

I also changed the background color on this. In my head this is in like 5 different layers. The unaffected arch around my PFP, the color changing background (that still remains in the same kind of gradient, though), the color changing "I just have AuDHD", the permanent "This isn't a Good Omens themed blog I swear", and then everything else I can put on top. This totally isn't how it works, but I'm imagining the background as like an LED kind of thing hehehe :3c

Oh boy. Iden part 2. I was NOT in a good space during this time. I didn't know what to do with myself, what kind of fandoms to turn to instead and whatnot, and I wasn't ready to let go of this thing that had been so good to me before. That's why I just scribbled red marker over the "& Co." part and changed the smiley to a frowny. Because I was NOT feeling :). I also really liked how the marker went onto the background. It was an accident but I kept it.

Aaaaand away with Sherlock!! I. Got. So. Fucking. Hyperfixated. On. Paper Mario Origami King. Oh my god. I played it so much it hurt. That's the first Mario game I ever finished, as far as I remember as well omg asgsjghaf

Mario has been a special interest before, and it made a grand return!!! My faves are Peach and Bowser and they always will be. And I LOVE Mario Kart ok?

I also started to listen to Find Us Alive here :D I was working over summer and it took me an hour to take the bus home, so I'd listen to FUA as I played Paper Mario :P it was BEAUTIFUL ✨

I also changed my pfp back to the one I had for years at that point I couldn't stand having the previous one anymore

Oh and look at Super Mario. It says SuPer Mario. With a capital P. I did NOT do that on purpose ashgsajask

Derpy Hooves. Derpy Hooves. DERPY HOOOOOVES!!!!

I've loved My Little Pony for AGES and Derpy's always been one of my faves. This is when I tipped over the edge though heahgshdjsf

I drew the hearts because this is when I changed to my Derpy Hooves pfp :D

Oh and see how the "E" in Derpy is capital?? Told you I had a thing lmao

This wasn't all that intense of a hyperfixation, so I knew it wouldn't last long. I didn't have anything to replace it with, though. UNTIIIIIIIIL...

Oh my GOD, look at this beauty. It's my favorite so far. I'm trying to make the gradients match the colors I associate my current Biggest Thing with, and right now it's a beautiful black white and red combo. I didn't make it all black though, because the header would be entirely unreadable. Look at this, it's a mess. It's painted over all willy nilly. There's marker still visible. That one piece of tape is STILL there. There's HOLES in it for heaven's sake! And... Is that the spray paint from the Mario iteration?!!! Good fucking lord this is a mess. Look at how horribly spaced all that text is. Did I even plan for this?! Those flowers look so silly! Dumptruck is here...? He's not even IN this podcast!!! I fucking love it so much you have no idea. "Glass explodes ok?" is one of my fave references. Glass explosion chamber 2024

I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE HOW IT WILL CHANGE EVEN FURTHER I LOVE MY HEADER SO MUCH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!

If anyone wants to do something like this, go ahead!! ^w^

[jinmindeulle]

if we love again | byun baekhyun (1)

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 byun baekhyun x fem!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 1.1 k

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 angst | inspired on the song 'if we love again' (chen, chanyeol)

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 major character death

part 1 | part 2 | epilogue

i cried my heart out writing this. i love this man so much

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I had hoped for you to be my forever one and only. I had wished you were my eternal sunshine. I had assumed that your smile, so warm and delicate, was going to be by my side till the rest of my days. How I wish that was right. 

On the rainy morning we met, you were not as bubbly as you usually were. It had been a rough month and you just needed someone to talk to. I’m glad I was the one who could spare a couple of hours more in that study room to help you ease your mind. It felt right to see the dark cloud that you carried around fading away, and how vibrant your eyes turned when you thanked me for being a good listener. 

From that day on, seeing you coming to me when you crossed that door was what kept me going back to that place, even when I didn’t need to. It had turned into a silent agreement between me and you. Thursday and Friday mornings were ours to silently greet each other, all smiley and blushed, share a short conversation, and study for our classes. 

We had a purpose. 

You majored in public health, I majored in film production. Without even talking about it, we just knew. If you came before me, you would have picked my books for me, because you cared to pay attention to detail. If I came before you, though, I liked to bring you your all time favorite, a huge Iced Americano. It had taken a few guesses though, because you wouldn’t just tell me. I could have never guessed that a sweet guy like you preferred the bitterest option, but after so many unsuccessful tries, I had to go for the least reasonable one. From that, I learned that you were pretty simple, but just as clever and intriguing.  

One of those mornings, you opened the door with the most adorable grin, one that only signaled excitement, longing and expectation. You sat down in front of me and started playing with one of my pens.

“Can you tell me what’s gotten into you?”

“I had a dream last night. And I woke up feeling like I had finally worked up the courage, so I will do it”

“Do what?”

“Would you like to go out with me?”

My heart had never beaten so uncontrollably fast. I had tried to conceal my feelings for you, because I wasn’t sure how to handle them. I couldn’t ruin what we had. What we had built. At that moment, when you looked so vulnerable right in front of my eyes, confessing how much you liked me and how wonderful it would be if we could see each other more often in other places, I was sure that you would become the one for me. 

And so we did. We went to bars, theaters, museums, parks. Lakes, palaces, mountains, beaches. Night clubs, cinemas, hotels, parking lots. My place, your place. Our place. 

We became each other’s everything. You would tell me everyday that the memories we had made together, earthly or not, were more eternal than eternity itself. That you could never love any other person more than you loved me. And I would always say it back. 

Nothing else mattered when we were together. You would come home late from work, drowsy eyes and tired smile, and I would kiss and cuddle your worries away, even if it meant reviewing a script with you sleeping on my chest. When I was the one hurting, you would become my temple. There was no other person to whom I trusted my self-doubt to, because no one but you understood how to act and what to say. 

“You are the most precious and valuable decision I have made in my entire life. I would never change what we have for anything in this world. I love you”

Those words have been engraved on my skin since the day you uttered them. Not because I had never heard them before, not because they were whispered with tears in your eyes. It was because you had gotten into one knee, and were displaying the simplest yet most beautiful ring. 

I had never seen the point in marriage before you. It had appeared to be only a waste of time and money, because if you love someone, civil or religious union should not change a thing. But when I saw you, looking at me with those tears running down your cheeks, eyes still hopeful and nervous, I understood why couples do it. You won’t love each other any more or any less. You will love each other under the promise that it will be forever.

And we promised to be together forever. To take care and cherish what we had built. To love infinitely, madly, and deeply. 

We really did. We really hoped.

But now, reading this handwritten letter now stained with my endless tears, I had to understand that life does not always have the same plans as we do, even for people that have learned what true affection is and all they want is to keep on loving. 

My dearest love, 

Having you away for this long has made me realize that you don’t deserve to live what life had in store for me. I had known for a couple of days before your departure, but you were so happy with your job opportunity that I had to keep it to myself. I would have ruined your career, and I promised to take care of you, even if it meant to hurt myself in the process. 

Loving you has been the most incredible experience of my life. You made me see the color around me, and seeing you wave goodbye at me in the airport brought back the grays. I made sure to let you know that I love you forever, and that not even death was coming between us. But if you’re reading this, I’m so sorry, darling. I let it happen. 

Please, don’t blame yourself. There was nothing you or I could do to make me stay in this world forever with you. My doctor was pretty clear about that. 

I wish things were different. 

I wish I could be waiting for you at the airport, right where you left me seven months ago, and that I could feel your body against mine one last time. I hope I can still remember that feeling in Heaven, if that’s where I end up going. 

Writing this to you, now I know that a love too deep brings a sad ending. I just wish we could have had a happy ending, one where we died together, old, hand in hand, whispering how much we love each other. 

If we can say that this was love, then that’s all we need. And you and I know we can. 

My darling, I pray that your next love won’t be like us, that it’ll be without pain. 

Please be happier than me, if that’s even possible. I was the happiest man alive with you.

Yours forever,

Baekhyun. 

[nothing0fnothing]

I was small and my mother's relationship was new. I was just starting to get used to my mom's boyfriend. Sure, I'd visited him fairly regularly at his house, and he was a welcome enough edition to mine too, but now he was there all the time.

I was a pretty chill kid, things would change and I'd be upset but I'd just keep it inside and refrain from ever mentioning it if I could help it. Yes, he was always around now and no I wasn't really used to him enough to cope with living together and I did miss all the time I was used to having alone with my mummy, but mummy was happy and I was fine so it was whatever.

But actually now mummy's boyfriend was hitting me too, and he wasn't being as nice to me as he was before, and sometimes he would tell mean things about me to my mum in front of me, and I'd feel hurt and want to cry but I'd keep it inside, pretending I didn't hear it.

I'd started having sleepless nights and tummy pain, but I'd smile through it like a champ and just nap through my play hour at school. I really didn't want to rock the boat.

Actually by now I couldn't cry at all. I was scared to go to my mum with so much as a skinned knee, knowing that he'd be angry if I demanded too much of her. I just imagined myself an inky puddle of black, absorbing everything and keeping it inside me forever. Thus was how I could be silly and smiley on the outside like the grownups wanted me to be, but also keep all the sad or confused or alone or lost feelings inside where they belonged. I'd just absorb all of them and smile on the outside. Easy.

It was working well for a good few weeks, till one day mum's boyfriend came home from work and he was mad. Mummy and I had spent the day together after I'd had the morning at playschool.

We had to go to the doctor to get a special cream because my skin was worse than it had ever been before, angry and red and bloody and flakey and itchy and painful. The bath lotion and the moisturiser wasn't enough I had to use a special steroid cream now, that numbed the pain and fixed soothed the skin but also bleached me so the hand most affected was whiter than the other. I hadn't even noticed till it was pointed out to me by another kid at school while we played in the sand box.

After that we baked cookies and watched TV and got cosy by the fire. It was cold outside and we would only warm up one room at a time. I'd been bathed and dressed in my sleep clothes and was waiting to have my hair dried before I went to bed when the door banged hard and mum let her boyfriend in.

He barely acknowledged me as he came into the house and they went into the kitchen to have a grown up talk. Bored, I started flicking the settings on the hairdryer, playing with the warm, then cool, then hot streams of air.

"What the fuck are you doing?" 'Daddy' had appeared in the living room and was furiously watching me play.

I looked up at him with sad eyes and started blow drying my scalp instead.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked again this time louder and scarier. I didn't respond at all. Blowing my hair and wishing that my mum to come in now.

"What the fuck is she doing? She won't even answer me." He said as my mum joined him.

"She won't answer you if you're swearing." My mum explained.

I couldn't think of a time a grown up swore to my face like that, I could feel the tears bubbling up and was shaking trying to push them down inside me, to absorb the sad feeling and be smiley on top of it. It didn't really work, instead tears were streaming down my smiling face as I tried to snatch them away on my sleeve.

"Why's she crying now?" He was really angry.

My mom asked me in a kinder voice "Cordelia, why are you crying?"

I fixed my eyes on the wall behind her shins and said nothing.

"Cor, Cor?" She wanted my attention but I didn't know how to speak without sobbing so I kept watching the wallpaper.

"What the fuck is her problem?" Her boyfriend was shouting now "why are you crying?"

"I'm not!" I shouted as my voice cracked and the sobs fell out.

"You know what you are?" He asked me nastily "you are ignorant."

I didn't know what it meant but I knew I needed to get a handle on this situation before it got very bad. The grown up were now shouting at each other in the kitchen while I cried into the warm air stream of the hairdryer on the floor of the living room.

"Hey look at me" I shouted, stood up, face still wet with tears, determined to break the tension "I'm eating air!" I mimed it.

For a moment I waited for the laugh, but it didn't arrive. They stood and watched me biting the airflow out of the hairdryer while I tried to do anything to make it funnier. Jazz hands and I was about to try to fake fall when he broke the silence.

"Now you're just an idiot." He said.

I watched him wide eyed and blinked in shock. I'd never been called that by a grown up before and it hurt me deeply.

"You shouldn't be swearing" I said.

"I didn't swear" he argued.

"You did. You swore lots of times"

"When?" He snapped. "What did I say that was a swear."

I went silent. Looked at the floor and said nothing.

"Go on" he said. "What did I say that was a swear."

I wouldn't repeat it. Now he was angry and my mom was trying to smooth it over with him.

"You can say what he said sweetie" she babbled at me "you can repeat it just this once." I still wouldnt do it.

"If she won't say it that bitch is a liar."

"I'm not a liar you said a swear 3 times!" I shouted. Absolutely losing my composure and feeling the intense urge to be anywhere else but this cosy firelit living room in my snuggly winnie the pooh pyjamas.

"You'd better run". My mom said. I thought she was joking "run now" she screamed.

I did, as fast as my little legs would go. Heart pounding, full of fear and upset, half the size of my pursuer and unable to think clearly I was caught in seconds and hit hard in the face.

"What swear did I say?" He said as he hit me again. I was about to say it now the stakes were much higher but before I could get half a word out I got hit again. "Say it now or I'll kill you."

And suddenly my mom was in front of me. I was being squished into a corner and her husband was trying to get to me. They were shouting at each other and I was now crying and screaming incoherently as I cowered behind my mummy absolutely terrified.

Eventually it all calmed down. My mum sent me upstairs in a tone I'd never heard from her before. I was more than eager to be away.

I sat on the edge of my bed anxiously listening and as soon as I heard footsteps I scrambled into the sheets and pulled the duvet over my still wet hair.

I think she sat on the edge of the bed with me while she dried it gently. I like to think she did, I don't really remember.

I can't really even remember if this was the first violent outburst or just one of them. I do know I couldn't have been older than six years old when it happened.

It wasn't too much longer after this I started having to miss days at school to hide bruises, then, when they were sure I'd not tell anyone, they started sending me in with them anyway. Adults would ask and I'd shut down. Silently friends stopped being allowed to play at my house, soon after that, their parents didn't want me playing at theirs.

It was that summer term I was sent into school one morning needing stitches in my face. I sat quietly at my desk holding a tissue to my skin to stop the blood diligently till it was time to write. Confused why everyone was making such a fuss that I was bleeding and wishing they would stop. I got sent straight from school to the hospital to have it stitched shut.

Over the months and years my mom became violent too so. Out of nowhere it would be a shoe to the shins or a soft toy thrown so hard into my face it split the skin. Neither of my parents were safe.

And before I knew it I'd grown up and I'm safe now and I'm grateful, but all this sad stuff, all these sad thoughts are just, in me, like a pool of inky black sadness that's inside me. All I can try to do to get it out is to not commit to keeping it inside anymore. I'm safe now, I can talk about it.

[utterlyinevitable]

Where It Begins (27/?)

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27. New friends (who dis)

Pairing: Colin Bridgerton x Penelope Featherington   Format: textfic   Chapter Rating: T+

Summary: Halloween came and went, Colin drops in a few days before Christmas for his first stay since their new arrangement.

It's silly really.

How her first thoughts when dressing up (picking out this dress and persona, really) were to look good for him. To show off. To fish for a compliment and maybe something more she knew she wouldn't be able to devote time to tonight. She's insane.

How every time she uses her spare room all she does is think about him. The single bed he picked out, and the chest of drawers and desk too. The cleverly jenga'd storage units stacked up against the wall. Her kitchen with cookery she hasn't used because they feel like his.

What's the most silly of all is how Penelope didn't think there would be any weirdness with them becoming pseudo-roommates. She didn't realize she'd become weird about it. A handful of things he's left behind in her space - his pots and pans in her kitchen, briefs and joggers stored in the spare room, his smartwatch charger kept in her bedside table on the side of the bed that's somehow become his.

If Penelope was a smarter, more dignified woman, she'd put rules in place for this new aspect of their benefits arrangement. But for now (like always) she'll take any bits of him she's allowed. She's not ready to let go of all the comfort he brings.

At least not this year.

Her friends call out to her from their spot in the dark and dinghy bar - Mel seizing her wrist and forcing her out of her thoughts and phone to her clutch and out onto the dance floor. The music is loud enough to drown her thoughts but not the laughter; she's sandwiched between loads of bodies with Mel and Alfie and Sophie, and she forgets all of her Colin Bridgerton woes for a few hours.

As she moves and shakes Alfie stares at her tits and it’s all the vindicated validation she was searching for.

***

The pub is old. So old the owners don't feel the need to install proper lighting. It's dark and atmospheric, with sconces and faux gas lamps on the tables acting as the only real sources of light. Colin can't see where he's going let alone where Penelope is. He's heading downstairs to the cellar space when he hears her laugh - wind chimes to his ears and a compass to his feet.

"Hey," he smiles once he's close enough to spot her blonde bob.

"Colin!" Penelope starts to stand, arms out and ready for a hug, but forgets she's stuck in the middle of the booth. Neither of her friends seem to be moving out the way, so Colin shakes his head with a small smile just for her (she's bubbly and happy and so obviously tipsy, it's endearing as hell) and pulls a wooden chair up. There's well more than four empty glasses on the table.

The olive-skinned brunette eyes him up and down, so intently Colin isn't so sure he should have crashed their drinks sesh. "So you're the elusive roommate."

Roommate. Is that how she introduces him now? It's true, in a sense. Colin's not quite sure why that label feels off-kilter, why it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

"We've heard so much about you!" the smiley blonde says. "Where are you coming back from this time?"

"Arizona. The Grand Canyon."

His eyes fall to Pen.

"Col, these are Melissa and Sophie." She points to the brunette to her right first, then the blonde to her left. "Mel works in marketing and we were in the same onboarding group, and Sophie is the EA to my manager."

The girls are cute and the comradery between them radiates. He catches every look between the girls, some of which he knows is their silent assessment of him.

Colin schools himself, any weirdness he feels needs to be pushed away for the time being, his signature charm takes over. "Pleasure to meet you, ladies. Can I get anyone a drink? Pen, another?"

"Please." She smiles and his heart loops and swirls.

(and later when he's pulling the duvet around the two of them in her bed she'll ask him what he thought of her friends. he'll tell her that he likes them and how sophie looks familiar and happy he is for her. he'll ask her is she's happy and she'll nod emphatically as she scoots in closer to his hold. she'll tell him she knows why he's here and that he didn't have to come visit but she's glad he did. colin can't shake the feeling that something is irrevocably changing.)

[moonchildstyles]

i feel like aster and angel would just love taking bubble baths together, like harry really isn’t into them but as soon as he learned that his girl loves filling the tub with bubbles and lighting a candle to relax for an hour he kind of wants to join but he’s honestly a little apprehensive to do so because he knows how much she appreciates her alone time sometimes, so the first time she asks him, dressed in a little pink robe and walking over to where he’s laying on the bed, sketching some new tattoo idea in his book, just running her hand through his hair and he’s just leaning into her touch, slowly lowering his book and looking up at her like :) “hi angel, is your bath all ready? :)” and she’s nodding and she just quietly asks if he wants to join him but it’s okay if you don’t! i know you’re not a big fan of baths and it smells all girly and he’s already agreed in his head but he wants to see her get all smiley so he just “you mean it smells like you?” and she’s immediately biting back her smile as he grabs her hand and presses his lips to the back of it before gently tugging her down to kiss her like “of course I’ll join you, lovey, m’not sure I’ll fit in there with you but we can try” and she’s just giggling and pulling him into the bathroom saying he will fit because she has a big tub!! so he just nudges her into the bath first, the bubbles up to her neck because she really does use a lot of foam bath, and he just strips down and lets her scoot forward so he can sneak in behind her and it’s a bit of a squeeze for his long legs around her hips but he could never complain when she just immediately leans back into him and he can see the bubbles just barely covering her chest and he’s a little 🥸 but then she just starts talking about the day she had and what funny thing evie did when he was at work and he’s just slinking his arms around her waist like :) mhm and resting his chin on her shoulder and she’s playing with the bubbles, just lifting and squishing them between her hands and her voice starts to falter when he starts pressing little kisses to her neck and he’s just “and sarah said…?” to jog her memory because she didn’t finish her thought and he’s smiling against her skin when she “oh! yeah and she said-“ and keeps talking and she was right it does smell a little feminine but he’s just melting into her skin that’s getting softened by the warm water because HE was right, it does smell like her and it’s even better than walking into the bathroom after she’s all clean and in bed to the lingering smell of her body products, and he’s honestly feels a little bit special that she allowed him into this part of her life, at least for tonight, because she was never able to take the kind of cozy bubble baths she wanted to like she saw in movies until she lived with sarah because she would be accused of hogging the bathroom when living in her parents house but now it’s just another small detail that she’s opening up to him about and he’s listening but he hardly realizes she’s finished talking for now and just melting back into him more, mumbling something about how much she loves him and he just hums quietly and nuzzles his nose in her neck like “love you more” and she doesn’t reply and start their little loving argument they usually have because he always gets the last “more” in and she’s just enjoying the silence like she usually would and the longer they soak the more Harry becomes aware of their position and how easily he could just slip his hand between her legs and he’s obviously not just going to do it out of the blue but he trails his hands lower, rubbing little circles over her tummy and her head is already resting back near his shoulder and he can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips when he feels her widen her legs just the tiniest amount with a sigh and “want me to touch you, my angel?” and she’s nodding and turning her head to kiss him a few times as he runs his hands over her thighs and yeah we know what happens next 😌 - 🍓

Stop stop stop stop I don’t even know what to add bestie this is all just SOOOOOO:( she’s def a bathtime girl and omg the fact she uses it as her like True Alone Time after growing up and not getting that and being like reprimanded if she tried like :( so it means something when she asks him to join her and just I’m SOOOOOO 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you got it so right all the little gossip talk as he’s scrunched in w her and kissing her neck and holding her while he oohs and awes at the right moments like she’s so distracting as is it’s not even on his mind that she’s naked between his legs but omg:( her fall backing against his shoulder and kissing him when he drops his hand over her tummy I’m literally so :( distraught I love this:(

[lollypopsx]

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"I swear to god if it's not sorted by the time I get there, I'll be playing Russian Roulette with all of you fuckers." Harry growls into the phone as he pulls on his black suit jacket.

You were sat in the kitchen, forcing yourself to make some lunch after you had tried your best to be productive today, but you just felt so low. You were still in your joggers and a strappy vest top, with your hair up in a messy bun and your glasses perched on your face. You had been sorting through the paperwork for Harry’s latest shipment and updating the books, which Niall had been going through with you recently. 

You were still their Nurse, and that would never change, but you couldn’t sit around and wait for someone to get hurt, so you had been learning and sorting a lot of the ‘less dirty work’ in the office.

“Have you only just gotten out of bed?” Harry mutters, raising a brow as he grabs his phone and keys quickly. 

“N-no, I was just updating the books” You mutter. “W-where are you going?” You whisper softly, you were always so bubbly and happy, especially around Harry, because he was the reason you were so happy. But today, you just didn’t want to smile, and it was nothing against Harry. You just didn’t feel like smiling today.

“To work, something in the shipment has majorly fucked up. I’ll be back soon.” He sighs, as you give him a quiet nod. 

“Be safe please” You mutter, he presses a soft kiss to your head before leaving you alone to your thoughts. You hadn’t felt right all day, you just felt so miserable, like a dark cloud was stalking above you the whole day. Your head felt heavy and your chest felt tight.

When Harry returned home three hours later, his face was seething with anger. All he wanted to do, was eat dinner with his girlfriend and forget about the day he was having.

“Babe? I’m home!” Harry calls out, wandering up the marble staircase. “I’m in the office!” You call out tiredly. 

You was sat at his leather swivel chair, behind his glossy black desk, with the new paperwork and the books spread out, the laptop on and the phone in front of you. 

“Hey” Your voice peaks out quietly from the desk, your eyes were tired and dull today, not alive and bright like usual.

“Hey love, how’s it all going?” He wanders over, standing behind you and rubbing your shoulders gently.

“I-it’s fine. Did you sort everything out? Smiley phoned earlier” You lean back into his chest and sigh deeply.

“Yeah...eventually. But I swear if anyone fucks one more thing up today I’ll end up launching them into a wall” He sighs, letting out a soft chuckle as he planted sweet kisses up ad down your shoulder and into your neck.

Harry’s eyes scanned over the books as his eyes furrowed. “Y/N what’s this...it’s all wrong” He shakes his head.

“What?! How is it wrong? I’ve checked over it three times!” You frown.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He picks the books up, staring at it and then slamming it back onto the desk. “If one row is fucked, all the rest are wrong! That wasn’t the final numbers!”

“But I-these were the numbers I was given!”

“I don’t have time for you to be fucking around with all of this Y/N! This is important stuff and now I have to fix it...again! You’re just as useless as the fucking rest!” He shouts, his fists clenched as you stared up at him in shock.

You knew how he could be, but since you two had officially gotten together over a month ago, he was always so gentle with you. It was like he was a different person around you. Your heart hurt as you gave him a look of pain. 

“Fuck you” You whimper and storm out of the office, rushing upstairs to your bedroom and slamming the door behind you.

You were angry that he talked to you like that, and more so angry at yourself for just walking away and not standing up for yourself. But right now, you just didn’t have enough energy to confront him.

You buried your way under the duvet, sobbing heavily into your pillow and clutching at the sheets tightly. So when Harry followed up after you five minutes later, once he had calmed down and tried to figure out how to deal with this burning guilt in his blood, he expected you to be ready to shout and scream at him for being a total dick.

It wasn’t til he could hear your cries from outside the door, he knew he had royally fucked up. “M’baby?” Harry knocks softly, pushing open the door as his eyes searched for yours. He had never seen you curled up, so small and crying so heavily.

“Darling, it’s me. I’m so sorry...I spoke to Smiley, he told me who gave those numbers and I shouldn’t have blamed you, should of let you explain. I should never of said that. I didn’t mean it at all...” He frowns, taking your hands into his tightly before you push him away. “You may not have meant it Harry, but I really feel like it today” You whimper painfully and sob.

His brow furrowed at the rejection as you swatted his hands away. “Hey...baby talk t’me...please. You feel like what?” He whispers and begs, stroking your side gently as he attempted to turn your gaze up to meet yours.

“I-I just feel so...sad. A-and so useless. And I don’t know why” She cries. “I-it hurts” 

“W-what hurts? Did you hurt yourself? Are you in pain?” He pulls you up gently into his lap, as you finally let him take you into his arms. “I’m not in pain Harry...I-it just hurts inside” You whimper into his neck.

“O-oh...” He whispers. He was still learning to deal with not only his own emotions, but also someone else’s. “Is there...anything I can do to help?” He whispers, wrapping one of his arms tightly around your waist, the other holing your head against his chest, stroking your hair slowly and rocking you from side to side as you shook your head. 

“You just need to let it all out? Have you felt like this all day?” He mutters, his nose nuzzling into your neck. The guilt felt even heavier as you nodded. He was known as someone never to be messed with, who didn’t flinch when firing a gun into someone’s skull, or heave at the torture of an individual. This feeling was new to him, like a sense of panic.

“D-do you forgive me?” He whispers, pulling you closer into his chest.

“I forgive you Haz...a-and I understand you need to get used to this too. We both do. But please don’t ever talk to me like that again” You sniffle, looking up at him with wide, red eyes and wet cheeks. His thumb swipes your cheeks quickly and his lips were pressed firmly against yours within seconds. 

“I’ll never” He mutters. He’d never admitted that before, you knew it was a big step for him, after everything the two of you had gone through during the last few months.

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[everythingeverywheresblog]

Stars and Migraines - Chapter four

Chapter four

Sydney's POV

One week. It's been one whole week I have been working for Daniel and he still hasn't asked me my name or struck any sort of conversation besides his, oh so rich, answers to my questions such as "okay", "hmm", "sure" and the magnificent "yes", "no".

He is absolutely impossible to be around, unless you're just like him of course.

But the thing is, he is not like that. He's talkative and smiley and polite to quite literally everyone else but me.

Every day that goes by and I have to be near him, he strikes one more nerve and I loose it. Discreetly, though, because I'm still a professional.

I just cannot grasp how the man I've idolizing for over two years is turning out to be just another driver who fakes a personality in front of the cameras. And the worst part of it all is talking about it with my dad. Obviously I don't tell him Daniel sucks, so I just have to lie. Which I hate doing.

"Hello pretty." Lando walks sits down on the chair next to mine while I write down notes. "Who got you so frowny?"

I turn my head to look at him with confusion written all over my features but soon come to realize I've almost ripped the paper with the force I put on my pencil and my brows are close to touching each other.

I instantly relax and gently whip out my kindest smile. "No one, all is good."

Lando raises his eyebrows at me and pulls a look of disbelief. I shrug my shoulders and get back to my work, struggling to keep the smile shining. "Anyways," he drags out the word. "We're all going at this little thing on Sunday--George will be there too by the way-- and I think you should come."

"When you say little thing, do you mean the race? Because it's this Sunday and I'm definitely going. It's kind of my job." I tease him and he laughs while shaking his head.

"No, after the race." I consider the offer for a while before telling him that I'll be there. He sits with me for a while, striking up different topics of conversations--one of which being about his girlfriend and the media and me giving him advice on what to do.

By the end of my working hours, I've completed everything that needed top be done and I have gained a new friend.

Just as Lando bids me goodbye, Daniel walks in. He eyes his teammate then looks between me and where he saw Lando sit. My good mood and genuine smile evaporate once I see his frown and shadowy eyes and I immediately go into work mode, getting up and handing him some notes.

"Mr. Brown believes that you need to express more excitement about the championship; like you believe in it more. And I think so too, but don't over-do it."

"I'll believe it when I see it." His Australian accent comes out more when he's mumbling.

I ignore the comment and go on. "Mr. Zack also insisted that you don't feed into the contract rumors about next year. I say we focus more on letting them know you're here now, and that you're winning for McLaren."

"Why don't we leave you to drive too, huh?" He says through his teeth with his eyes still in the notes I passed on. "And it's been one race. I'm not winning, I just won."

With my anger starting to bubble and rise to my neck, I make the sensible decision to take a deep breath and let it go. "Yes, Mr. Ricciardo."

"I said my name's Daniel."

"I'm aware of your name," I grab my things and get ready to walk. "Mr. Ricciardo."

This race weekend will be tough.

- - - -

Daniel won, Lando made it a one-two finish for the team. So the little thing we went to after the race quickly became a celebration party with every driver on the grid getting shitfaced; either because they got a good result in, or in attempt to drown the sorrows away.

I am in the middle of singing my heart out in between Lando and Charles, the number two and three of today's podium, when my voice suddenly dies and I become aware of the drought that prevails in my mouth right now.

So I detangle myself from the two happy boys and let them know I'm going over at the bar to grab something to drink.

Once I sit on one of the stools I feel my whole body scream in pain. My shoes start to feel suffocating, my legs weak and my arms limp. I check the time on my phone and after seeing 4:06 staring at my soul, I decide it's probably time to head out.

My eyes search though the crowd as I gulp down the water, trying to locate any familiar face to make aware that I'm leaving.

"What are you doing here?"

I turn my head and come across a sour-faced Daniel. Ever the well-dressed as always, with a white cotton dress shirt--three top buttons loose of course--black pants and his curls all fixed and pretty.

"You could answer instead of checking me out you know."

I laugh. "Not checking you out. Just wondering what type of question that was."

"A simple one."

I look at him and for once he's looking back at me. That's new. I don't know what to do. My brain's all confused and can't concentrate as well, all the alcohol Lando has given me striking once and for all.

"Celebrating the team." I go with, desperately wishing he drops the subject and leaves me alone. My night has been really fun, actually, and I'd hate to mess it up by yelling at my boss.

"Why?" Guess not.

"Why? I know you probably don't think so, but in one way or the other I am part of your team and I have every right to be there after a really great weekend." His inexpressive face gets me more than anything and I can feel a headache forming.

"You're kidding yourself if you really think that."

I stare at him in disbelief.

What?

"What are you two doing here? You should be dancing!" A tipsy Lando interrupts us, draping his hands on both our shoulders, inevitably bringing us closer.

I can feel tears gather in my eyes and I breathe heavily in order to keep everything in. Daniel looks stunned, stuck looking at me with a slightly open mouth. It's like realization hit him, but he doesn't so much as move from Lando's grasp. Whereas I softly grab his arm and let it fall, my face breaking into a smile once I move my stare at Lando's confused face.

"I have to go." Lando juts his bottom lip out and I fake a chuckle. "It's way too late and I have an early flight tomorrow. Have fun and I'll catch up with you guys next week."

I don't let neither of the boys speak as I nearly run to the exit. When I am out of that place, away from the crowd and enveloped with a refreshing cold air, I can finally let out the biggest of breaths and take in another one.

It calms me down, washes off my fiery emotions and allows me to regain my strength.

Work will be quite interesting next week.

- - - -

Two out of two for Daniel, onto the next race, his home race, with a decent qualifying for a regular driver. P3. Daniel felt as if he was walking on hot coal all Saturday night after the session and Sunday was none the better.

P3 is not too bad and with the sheer pace of the car, Daniel can easily please the home crowd with a good result. He's not too worried about that.

"Do you even know her name?"

Zak's words hit him every now and then. When his boss called him in this morning, Daniel wasn't expecting what he was told. Sydney, as he found out she is called, asked to be repositioned in the team as Lando's social media manager. Zak would be happy to make that change and Lando seemed more than willing, but last minute it dawned on the CEO that it wouldn't look that great if it got out that the championship leader managed to drive away one of the workers.

Daniel shouldn't really be that surprised, but he is. He treated her like shit last week at the club and he basically told her that her job at McLaren had no worth.

He deserves that ego slap. He's still pissed about it though.

"Did you ask to be repositioned?"

Neither his tone, nor the force with which he opened the door to his driver's room where he knew she's in seems to struck her in any way. She has her body leaning on top of a small desk, fanning out some papers and writing down notes. She doesn't even look up at Daniel, placing her pen down and screening her eyes over what she's written.

"I did. There's some issue that has come up, expectedly if I'm asked. The press is going to be all over it and the interviews today are going to be all about how with every win you seem to get...moodier." Is she smirking?

She turns around and finally looks at Daniel who, listening to her completely disregard the subject he brought up, has ended up bright red from the frustration.

"My advice would be to smile. And follow these." She hands him a paper with what seems to be some sort of answers to potential questions.

But Daniel doesn't care. He's still hung up on her request to switch drivers.

"Why did you ask to trade me for Lando?"

"Mr. Ricciardo," that makes Daniel's blood boil as much as it creates an uneasy feeling he can't quite acknowledge, considering the situation he's in. "you and I have business to attend. Discussing on this matter would take up much valued time, so I rather suggest you bring this up again later."

Her voice and words are so mechanic, so...robotic. He hates every single second of it, anger raking up his skin at her attitude. She doesn't care for what she did, at least that's how it looks. Her face is unbothered, her body language lets Daniel know that him calling her out means absolutely nothing and she just wants to move on to do her job. Sydney gives literally no shit about Daniel.

"I'm not going anywhere until you answer my question." He's firm. Sydney's eyes darken and the slightest frown cracks her calm exterior.

But she tries again.

Sydney takes a big breath and starts walking to the door where Daniel is standing. She reaches for the door handle and opens it as much as he allows it to. "I will be waiting for you at the media pen."

She is almost out the room when Daniel's mind goes blank. She's leaving? Without saying anything? Before he can act on that, Sydney has disappeared from the area.

If Daniel's in the wrong, why does he feel as if she's the enemy?

@monte-carlando

[unloved-cadillac]

Can I get a story with Levi and a child reader (Chile, hear me out) who he sort of takes care of please? Like she doesn’t have parents and found her way to the Corps somehow. She’s curious and innocent, she loves to explore. However, she’s very anxious and relies on Levi to protect her. She only comes out of her shell when he’s at her side. He seems distant, but he secretly adores her and will raise all of Hell if anything ever happens to her. Thank you!

C/n: wait! This is…adorable!! I love it! I’m just picturing baby Caddy with grumpy Levi and I almost died. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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His Girl. (Levi x Reader)

How a child managed to get into the most dangerous army regiment without being seen was a mystery to everyone. But there she was. Sitting in the kitchen, munching on bread. “Who is she?” Eren asks and Armin squats down to get a better look at her. “Don’t know. Hey there. I’m Armin. This is my friend, Eren. What’s your name?” Armin asks but she doesn’t look at him nor answer. She just stares at the bread in her hands.

“Oi! Why is everyone gathered here?! Don’t you people have duties to attend to?” A gruff voice asks and Y/n looks up to see a man. “C-Captain Levi! There’s a child here and we don’t know how she got here!” Eren stutters and Levi looks at her. She stares at him with big e/c eyes with breadcrumbs all over her face. “Tch. All of you go. I’ll sort this out.” He orders and everyone dispersed leaving him alone with her.

“Can you talk?” He asks and he sees her nod.

“What’s your name?” She plays with the bread but answers. “Y/n. Y/n L/n.”

“Alright, Y/n. Why don’t come with me and you can tell me exactly how you got here?” She nods and slowly gets up and walks to Levi. Her little legs not being able to keep up with him and he scoffs. “Come here then, brat.” He says and lifts her up and carries her to his office.

Once there, Levi sat her down on the couch and sat next to her. “How did you come here? Where’s your mom and dad?” He asks and she looks around his office. “Mommy left and daddy died.” She says nonchalantly and Levi’s eyes widen. ‘Jesus Christ.’ “Oh. Well then, how did you get here then?”

Y/n continues to look around as she swung her legs back and forth. “Horses.” She says and Levi nods. “How old are you?” She looks at him and holds up five fingers. He nods and then looks at her attire. He gets up and goes to his bedroom to get a spare t shirt for her when he feels some hug his leg. “Oi. What are you doing?” He asks looking down at her, Y/n’s eyes staring at him. “Tch. Put this on then.” He says and gives it her. She takes the shirt and plops down on the floor as she plays with it. ‘Lord have mercy.’

Levi rolls his eyes and picks her up and sits her on his bed. He removes the torn shirt she wore and looked at the marks on her tummy. “How did you get this?” He asks and she shrugs. He sighs and puts the shirt on her. “We’re going to see a friend of mine. Then I’m going to give you bath because you’re filthy.” That makes her giggle and hold his face. “Wevi.” She says and he groans. “Levi. Say “Levi”.”

“Wevi.”

He shakes his head and takes her into his arms as he begins to walk to Erwin’s office. He knocked and waited for him to answer while Y/n stared at Levi. Erwin’s door opens and Y/n flinches at the loud sound.

“Oh! Levi, hello. And who is this?” He looks at the girl in his arms and Levi enters the office and plops Y/n in the couch. “Y/n L/n.” Levi says and Erwin squats down in front of the small girl. “Hello, beautiful. I’m Erwin.” He introduces himself but Y/n only stared at Levi.

Erwin turned and faced his friend as he tried not to laugh. “I think she likes you Levi.” He teases and Levi rolls his eyes. “Tell him how you got here, brat.” He tells her and she nods. “Mommy left and daddy died. I saw horses and came here.” She says in, possibly the sweetest voice Erwin has ever heard.

“Levi she’s adorable.” Erwin smiles and pinches her cheek. Her hands touch Erwin’s eyebrows and he chuckles. “Like them?” He asks and she nods. “Caterpillars.” She mumbles and Levi resists the urge to laugh. “Alright, I’m taking her to my room. Get her cleaned up and stuff. What do you want to do with her?” Levi asks Erwin.

“Well, I’m not going to send her to the orphanage, that’s for sure. Why don’t you take care of her? I mean, we all will. She’s safe here. What do you say?” Levi rubs a hand through his hair but nods. “I don’t think I have choice, now do I?” “No not really.” Levi sighs. “Whatever. Come on, Y/n. Let’s go.”

She quickly leaves Erwin and waddles to Levi begins to walk to the door. “Uh, Levi?” Erwin calls and Levi faces him to see Erwin point down. Levi looks down to see Y/n make grabby hands to Levi and he sighs.

“Come here then.” He takes Y/n in his arms and begins to leave. “Not a word, Eyebrows.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

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Levi bathed her and watched her as she played with the bubbles he made for her. Y/n blew the bubbles and one landed on Levi’s head which made her giggle. “Haha, very funny.” He sarcastically says and drains the tub. He wipes his head and then wipes Y/n down. “Arms up.” He orders and she puts her arms up as he wipes her tummy and legs and toes. Then he wraps her in the towel and takes him to his bedroom and sets her down on the bed.

He takes a new shirt and shorts and puts it on her to see it was massive on her. “Do I have to get you new clothes now?” He asks her but she just stares at her toes. Levi sighs and makes a plan to tighten the clothes around her. He pins them together and ties the t shirt. It worked but he definitely needed to get new clothes for her.

“Hungry or sleepy?” He asks and she blinks. Her stomach growled and he hums. “Hungry it is then.” He takes her into his arms and makes his way to the mess hall. Luckily he was the first time there so he got them both food and he sat her next to him.

She ate like hadn’t for months and Levi wiped her lips. “Slowly. We don’t want you getting sick.” He says and she nods.

Slowly, the mess hall started to fill up and when Levi’s squad surrounded the table to see the little girl from earlier sitting next to their captain:

They were smitten.

“Aww hello there!”

“You’re so pretty!”

“How old are you?! How did you get here?!”

“Such chubby cheeks. Lemme pinch!”

Poor Y/n was so overwhelmed by the attention she hid in Levi’s side. “Hey! You’re all scaring her. Calm your tits.” He ordered and everyone falls silent. But then they hear giggling and Levi looks down to see Y/n sitting in his lap.

“What’s her name, Captain?” Armin asks as she looks up at Levi. “Y/n L/n. She’s an orphan and she’s going to be staying there from now on.” He says and everyone smiles. Y/n looks around to see everyone looking at her and she eats her meat. “Levi?” She calls him and looks down. “What?”

“Thirsty.”

He takes her cup of water and gives it to her. She drinks and then looks at him. “Levi?” “Yeah?” “I want to see the horses.”

“Not now. It’s late.” Levi says and finishes his tea.

“Can we play with her?” Eren asks and Levi looks at him, thinking. “Fine. I got paperwork to do anyway. But, Armin is in charge,” he looks at him, “don’t let her out of your sight.”

When Levi places her on Armin’s lap, he leaves and begins to work on his paperwork.

“So Y/n, what do you like?” Eren asks and Y/n turns her face away and cuddles Armin. “Oh my god I think my heart just busted a nut.” Connie says and Sasha slaps his head. “What?!” “Don’t speak like that in front of babies, idiot.”

Y/n jumps down from Armin and walks to a barrel to explore. Everyone watches her as she walks around the hall. But as she walked, a very tall man cowered over her. “Hello there.” Mike greets and that made her break.

She started crying and Armin rushed over to her with Eren and Mikasa. “Y/n. What happened?”

“Levi. I want Levi.” She cries out and holds her face and Armin picks her up and goes to Levi’s office as he tries to calm her down. Levi immediately opened the door and sees Y/n reaching for him. “What the hell happened?” He asks as he bounces her to calm her down. “Squad Leader Mike said hi and she just bursted out crying.” Armin explains.

“The giant was bound to do that. Thanks Armin. You can go.” He dismissed him and shuts the door as he holds Y/n. “Brat, you need to be strong. You can’t cry for everything, alright?” He speaks to her and looks down to see her fast asleep. He rolls his eyes and tucks her into his bed.

“What a pain.”

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Y/n started to fit in nicely. She loved her Aunt Hange and Uncle Erwin and even warmed up to Mike. But everyone in the Corps realized that she was only smiley and laughing if she had her protector with her. Levi had to be with her whenever she went and it was tiring because her curious mind wanted to go everywhere.

One time, he had to leave with Erwin to the city and Y/n cried the whole time he was away. Hange had to make a baby potion to help her sleep and when Levi returned, Hange almost got killed by him because she allowed her to cry.

He won’t admit it, but the brat made her way into his heart. It was the little things at first. How she always looked for him when she woke up, how she “helped” him with paperwork. By helped, she wrote squiggles. Levi even caught himself hating being apart from her. He always worried about her in his own way.

“Y/n probably would want this, huh?”

“You think Y/n likes strawberries?”

“Y/n would love that show. I have to bring her here one day.”

Erwin had to listen to his friend speak about Y/n every single time they went to the city. Not shutting up once about her. It was refreshing to hear Levi speak that much.

Y/n was the reason Levi got sleep. She had nightmares and wouldn’t fall asleep unless her Levi was there. To her, if he was next to her, he will fight all the monsters that came for her. Levi ended sleeping a full six hours and Y/n ended up in his chest.

He won’t admit, not to anyone alive, but Y/n was his girl. Levi took her to see Hange and when Hange wanted to carry her, Levi just said no. “Your hands are dirty and I just gave her a bath.”

“But I-“

“No.”

Y/n was super possessive of her Levi. She never wanted him to go anywhere without her and he just had to suck it up and take her wherever.

Not that he minded. No, not at all.

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“Genshin is taking over my life.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[songmingisthighs]

[14.01] hongjoong × roadie!reader × yunho

⇀ when hongjoong realized you've been spending quite some time with yunho, he felt threatened. you thought he'd appreciate you more than this, but boy did he have to prove you wrong once again.

⇁ tw : joong being an asshole

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

Feeling lighter than usual, you walked into Hongjoong's studio with a spring in your steps, obviously showcasing your happiness. Maybe it was the weather that day, maybe it was the favourite shirt you wore. Or maybe it was the fact that you were at a very lovely low-key lunch with Yunho.

Ever since the unfortunate event a couple of weeks ago (i.e. Hongjoong leaving you behind and Yunho rescuing you), you had been spending quite some time with Yunho. When you both went out to get dinner that day, he had somehow convinced you to give him your phone number.

You had your reservations initially, telling him that it wouldn't feel right for someone with your status as a nobody to have an idol's number. But he sweet-talked you by saying that he doesn't have many friends other than his pre-existing group of friends that he formed back when he was still just a trainee. He put on his best puppy eyes and guilt you into promising that you'd be his friend.

Of course, he kept his words even to a stranger. You had even met his friend group.

99z was everything you assumed and even more. You've got tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum, the tsundere who's secretly a nerd, the gentle giant, and of course him, the heartthrob with bad luck in romance.

Surprisingly, you made an immediate connection with them and they dubbed you the honorary member.

Yunho had never missed a day of contacting you. Even with his very busy schedule, he never missed checking up on you. Of course, the simple gesture made you feel all warm and fluttery, you felt appreciated and cared for.

"What took you so long?"

Your train of thought broke when Hongjoong called you, eyebrows furrowing as he stared at you with a weird expression. You smiled at him nevertheless as you put the food you bought him on the side of his desk, "Sorry, I got caught up a bit," you told him vaguely.

Hongjoong kept staring at you as if you had sprouted a second head.

"You were with him, weren't you?" he asked.

You turned your body to him, nervous about what to answer. But you nodded nevertheless, confirming his assumption, "if by him you meant Yunho, then yeah, I was," you said.

Seeing how happy you looked after a short lunch with Yunho somehow struck something in Hongjoong. He felt his left eye twitch as he scoffed, "You've really been neglecting what you promised to do around here," he complained.

Initially, you thought he was just joking or being sarcastic, so you shrugged it off by chuckling. It wasn't until a few moments later that you realized he was being serious.

With furrowed eyebrows, you decided to make sure that you weren't imagining things, "Are you serious? You really think I've been neglecting my duties? The duties I've been doing so splendidly with minimum pay since the beginning of your gig?" you didn't mean to sound harsh, but it just slipped.

Hearing your harsh tone seemed to irk Hongjoong as he stood to size you up with his hands on either side of his waist. If it weren't for the sudden tension, you would've surely broken into a fit of giggles by now.

"Yes, because if you haven't noticed, you've been nowhere around when I needed you to do things for me," he stated so daringly. You sighed in an attempt to remain calm, "Hongjoong, I don't think you realize that I do have my hours. I've always been present during working hours, more than other people in fact. Other than your manager who works 24 hours a day, seven days a week, four weeks a month, and twelve months a year, I work from eight to eight, sometimes twelve if things are crazy, six days a week. But I've never taken a day off because I know you'd need me," you told him.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or maybe it was his anxiety talking, but Hongjoong didn't know why he uttered his next words. By God, he could swear that he blacked out momentarily.

"Then maybe I don't need you," he spat. Your eyes widened, unable to believe what he just said to you. But he wasn't even close to being done.

Hongjoong looked at you with such intensity that you could take it as hate. "You said you wanted to be my roadie because you admired me and you wanted to be a part of my crew, but what are you doing now? You're slacking off to cater for a guy who you barely know. Isn't that just pathetic?" he scoffed.

At the mention of being pathetic, something finally snapped in you. You felt your left eye twitch, there was something bubbling in your stomach and you felt like you were going to puke.

Before you could even stop yourself, you slapped Hongjoong across his face.

When he registered the impact, he stared at you with eyes wide as saucers. The expression on your face was one he had never seen before. Around him, you were always bright and smiley, never had you showed him your anger or annoyance.

"Me hanging with Yunho is pathetic? PATHETIC!?" you asked, voice getting louder by the second. Hongjoong so wanted to reply with something snarky, but the slap you delivered seemed to have shocked him more than he would ever care to admit.

"You know what's pathetic, Hongjoong? Me following you around for two years. You had never spared me a glance, never thanked me for anything, and you even belittled me for literally EVERYTHING I do. THAT's pathetic, Hongjoong. I knew Yunho for like what, half a month? And not only had he thanked me even for small things, but he also asked me about my day and my feelings, Joong! I know! What a concept, right?" you told him sarcastically.

The situation was rather foreign to him. None of his staff had ever told him off like this. Or at all for that matter.

Hongjoong opened his mouth to defend himself but you raised a hand to stop him from saying anything else and continued, "I... I have always admired you, Joong. I never stopped. Not even when you humiliated me in the staff meeting by calling me an obsessive delusional fan, not when you called me a tone-deaf lay when I had an opinion about that one song your CEO didn't even let you release, and not when you left me at that broadcast station because YOU were pissy, so don't you question my loyalty when you're supposed to question your manners and actions towards the person who you know cares about you more than just as an idol but also as a person,"

You spoke at such speed that you couldn't even remember what you told him.

But saying all that felt like such a relief. It was such a rush that you never thought you'd be able to feel.

It was exciting, your mind had never been clearer, and your chest never felt lighter. There was a fluttering feeling in your stomach and your heart beat faster than before. Suddenly you felt like you could do anything you want, anything at all. Then a thought popped into your head, an idea that never popped into your mind until that very second, an idea that you know was right for you.

Without thinking twice, you blurted out.

"I quit," you told him.

Hongjoong's eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed like a fish. He never thought that you'd ever quit on him yet there you were, proving him wrong for the second time that day.

As you processed what you had just told him, you exhaled shakily and nodded your head, "I fucking quit, Joong! I-I-I- I'm gonna go out there and do something where I'd be appreciated, where I can make my own mark, you know?" as you spoke, you walked closer to him and when you were toe-to-toe with him, you grabbed his hands and gave him a gentle smile, "thank you so much for everything, Hongjoong. Without you, I don't think I would've gotten here in the first place, take care, okay?" you told him genuinely.

Before he could question how serious you were being, you leaned in and gave him a peck on his cheek. A peck that to you, was a symbol of you finally moving on to the next chapter in your life, whereas to Hongjoong it was a symbol of his screwup.

The peck you left him lingered for a bit before you pulled away. Your lips felt warm and comfortable on his skin, it made him feel fluttery inside. Which was why he was so dejected when you pulled away to give him one last goodbye.

"I hope you'll keep being great and you'd find the perfect people to work with, Joong," you told him as a single tear dropped from one of your eyes without you even realizing it.

As your hand left his, Hongjoong's chest suddenly felt heavy. As you turned your back and walked out, most likely forever, out of his studio and his life, Hongjoong's head suddenly spun. And when the door of his studio slammed shut behind you, Hongjoong felt like something cracked in him.

You left that day with much hope and excitement.

Whereas Hongjoong felt like the sturdy pillar that was supposed to support him was demolished by a wrecking ball and he didn't know what to do with the foreign feeling.

[watermelonsugarsigh]

be so sweet if things just stayed the same - part two

Catch up on the first part here

A/N - Thank you for all the love on part one! I could probably write a part three but I don't have anything set in stone, so let me know if that's something you want and what would you want in it?

Warnings: fluff, angst, a tiny bit of smut more like MA 15+ rather than R rated but still minors please DNI

It was almost midnight when Harry received a text message from Y/N. They had barely spoken since the incident at the party, and he was positive she was going to keep avoiding him until they eventually drifted apart. He knew he had to give her space, but it had been three weeks, and it was excruciating not talking to her every day. It was safe to say the last thing he was expecting was her name to light up his phone screen, asking if he was still awake and if she could come over.

He waited a moment to not seem desperate, then tapped out a quick reply, debating whether to add the ‘x’ at the end of the message or not. He decided against it, and replaced it with a smiley face instead. As soon as the message delivered, the bubbles that indicated she was replying came up.

Be there soon. xx

Harry’s heart flipped, finally feeling like somewhat of himself again after a long few weeks. He did a quick scan of his room, checking to make sure there wasn’t anything on the floor that he wouldn’t want Y/N to see. She had stayed in his room more times than he could count so she was aware of the constant state of mess, but he still picked up a few clothes that were sprawled on the floor and threw them into his laundry basket. If Harry were being honest, he hadn’t wanted to clean up after himself or do anything the past few weeks, thoughts constantly focused on Y/N and whether she was ever going to talk to him again. After a few minutes of Harry taking various cups from his room to the kitchen sink, his phone lit up again. He didn’t need to check it to know that Y/N was waiting at his front door, too scared to knock in case it would wake any of his neighbours. Harry’s next-door neighbour had an adorable little Pomeranian, Lilly, who tended to yap at any foreign noise, particularly at night.

Harry opened his front door to see Y/N engulfed in a sweater much too big for her frame; eyes puffed and red from what looked to be hours of crying. As he stepped toward her, she tackled him, face instantly burying in his chest and arms wrapping around his torso as she sobbed. He tentatively held her against him; she looked so fragile that he was worried if he pulled her as close as he wanted to, she would crumble in his arms.

“Come on,” he whispered in her hair as he rubbed circles between her shoulder blades with the heel of his palm. “Let’s get you inside.”

Harry kept a hand on Y/N until she was curled up comfortably on his bed, her hair sprawled across his pillow. He perched on top of the quilt, unsure of where to place himself in the room; his confession had left him questioning every movement he made around her. When she flipped a corner of his sheet over and patted the empty space next to her, he crawled under the covers, ensuring there was a healthy amount of bed between the two of them. That didn’t seem to last long, because as soon as Harry was settled, Y/N rolled over and clung to his torso, using his chest as a pillow.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled into his t-shirt. “I didn’t know who else to talk to.”

“It’s okay.” Harry began massaging her temple, something that he used to do whenever she was stressed. Everything came naturally between them; they knew exactly how each other worked and they moved like clockwork around each other. They were perfect together, Harry thought. But not in the way he wanted them to be. He knew that all of this wasn’t Y/N’s way of reciprocating his feelings. He could have easily twisted and turned her actions into shy smiles, loving embraces and gestures of passion, but it was blatant that she only wanted comfort. Maybe it was selfish of him to be thinking of her this way while she was obviously in pain, but that didn’t stop him from doing so. He wished that he were better for her.

“It’s everything,” Y/N started. Harry paused his fingers in her hair for a moment when she began talking but continued his actions after a split second. “Uni is stressing me out to the point where I can’t write one single word. I’m positive I failed my exam yesterday. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I have to repeat my courses next semester.”

“You wouldn’t have failed, Y/N.” Harry stopped his movements on her temple to brush her hair behind her ear, ensuring she could hear every word he said to her. “You’re the smartest person I know, and you’ve never failed anything in your entire life. Why would you start now?”

“I haven’t exactly been,” she paused, eyebrows knitting together as she struggled to find the right word. “Focused lately.”

“Why’s that?”

“Don’t laugh,” she said, burying her face into his chest even more. Harry could smell the freshness of her shampoo, a scent he could never quite place a finger on, but one that was quintessentially Y/N. Harry closed his eyes to try and slow his heart rate down. “I’ve been…out a lot.”

“Out?”

“I re-joined Tinder. After that party.” She winced. “Ouch, you’re pulling on my hair a little.”

Harry released his grip, not realising that he was holding her so tight. He was confused.

“Why? You said you hated online dating last time.” She nodded her head.

“That was when I was actually looking for a relationship.” She sighed. “It’s a lot different when you’re just trying to take your mind off things.”

“Okay,” Harry spoke slowly, carefully choosing his words although all he wanted was to walk off. He couldn’t believe Y/N was telling him this, especially after he told her how he felt about her. The thought of someone else touching her felt like a dagger in the heart to Harry. Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. Why would she be telling him this if everything were okay? “Did something happen tonight? Are you hurt?”

If Y/N was hurt in any way, he thought, Harry would make sure it never happened again. It took every ounce of his control not to get into his car and make someone pay for every single one of her tears. He stroked her hair with a lot less pressure than before and forced himself to calm down. Anything he said or did right now would only make the situation worse.

“No, I’m fine. Just got caught up in my head tonight and didn’t want to be home by myself.”

He allowed himself the pleasure of imagining that he had never told her how he felt, only for a moment. That it was a typical Wednesday night, and they had just finished one of those cheesy rom coms that Harry pretended to hate but secretly enjoyed. If he was being honest, he only sat through them to see Y/N’s face light up when the characters inevitably wound up together at the end. She would sigh, kiss him on the cheek, and lament about how she wished she could be in a relationship like that. What a sick joke that turned out to be.

Once he realised Y/N wasn’t going to elaborate any further, Harry pressed play on the movie he was watching and shuffled Y/N so that they could both see the screen. After a few minutes of silence, she finally registered what film was being played.

“Forrest Gump?” She turned her head to roll her eyes at him. A small smile formed on his lips.

“It happens to be a cinematic masterpiece,” Harry said proudly.

“It’s cheesy, and ridiculous.”

“Yeah it is. That’s exactly why I like it.” His smile drops from his face. “Plus, it always cheers me up after a bad week, or three.”

Y/N fell silent after that, cuddling the edge of the quilt while they watched Tom Hanks explain how ‘life was like a box of chocolates’. They barely moved until the credits began rolling, at which point Y/N sat up and turned toward him, eyes less red than before but still tinged pink as if she had just stared at the sun for too long.

“Thank you,” she said. “And I’m sorry again. Maybe I’m overthinking this. But I’ve been doing this to take my mind off of you.” Harry’s head snapped from the TV toward her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Me?”

“I’ve been thinking about what you said. And it scares me, a lot. But when I went out tonight, and he kissed me, I still couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. I felt so trapped and scared, so I left and went home. I didn’t want to bother you tonight, but I need to know. Do you really feel that way about me?”

“Y/N,” Harry’s voice was stern, but gentle. They both paused at his use of her full name, but Harry continued. “You are incredible in so many ways. God, anyone would be so lucky to have you.” He sighed. “And I meant every word. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but I love you. I’m sure there are others who feel exactly the same, I mean, who wouldn’t? Look at you. You’ve been crying and you’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever-“

Harry’s words were forced to cease by Y/N pressing her lips against his. He had been kissed plenty of times before, albeit most of them were drunken escapades that were more to pass time than feel any connection, but she was different. Y/N was soft and gentle, hesitant even in the thick air that surrounded the two of them. Harry’s instinct was to hold her and never let go, but he didn’t want to go too far or speed up the moment. A small part of his mind told him to savour every moment of the kiss, to notice the warmth that shot through his body with each movement. He felt alive, more awake than ever before. Although they were still sitting next to each other on the bed, Y/N’s legs were tangled with Harry’s, and it would have been so easy to pull her on top of him, to have her straddle his hips and grind-

Reason finally caught up to Harry and he pulled away from her. He opened his eyes to find her smiling, gaze soft and sleepy, like all the energy had drained out of her into him through that kiss.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “Are you sure about this?” He shifted away from her slightly, trying to break the tension that was still coursing between them. Y/N noticed this, but instead of attempting to close the gap, she gently moved her arm so her hand that was holding her up rested on top of his. “I mean, you’re not really in the clearest headspace. Don’t you think-“

“That this is a bad idea?” Her voice came out rougher than both of them had expected, and she cleared her throat before continuing. “Maybe, but I don’t care right now.” She allowed herself to get closer to him, faces only inches away from each other. Harry watched her line of sight fall from his eyes to his lips, then flicker back to meet his gaze. “I’m stressed, I’m exhausted, my head is a mess right now, but that was one of the best kisses I’ve ever had. Can’t you let me make bad decisions for just one night?”

Maybe it was how close in proximity to each other they were, or maybe it was the scent of her perfume clouding his judgement, but at that moment Harry forgot about everything except how overwhelmingly in love he was with her. When she kissed him again, he didn’t stop her.

Everything about Y/N felt like a dream, one Harry had fallen asleep to thousands of times. Kissing her was almost mediative; he could feel every single place her body had connected with his. Her lips were soft, but he could still feel the effect of the cold evening wind on them, chapped areas grazing against the corner of his mouth. He didn’t mind; he would kiss her until his lips bled if it meant hearing her sigh into him like she had just done.

His fingertips brushed her cheek, holding her to him, scared that she would come to her senses and pull away at any moment. Kissing someone had never felt so right; every nerve in Harry’s body was on high alert to the point where it was almost too much for him to handle. He allowed himself to pull away for a moment to catch his breath, only to be drawn back by her fingers wrapping around the back of his neck. Her lips attached to his once more and, while he groaned out a mosaiced semblance of her name, her leg lifted over the top of his body and she adjusted herself so her hips were stacked comfortably over his own, knees either side of his lower abdomen.

As she lowered her hips on to his with a deliberate amount of pressure, her tongue gently swept out to part his lips, drawing a moan from both of their throats. Harry’s breath hitched. He had imagined how she would sound before, in his dirtiest fantasies usually pictured after the stroke of midnight, but he never thought it would be so angelic. The notion that she could make a sound so pretty, and that he was the one making her feel like this, started a fire in his stomach that quickly travelled south.

Y/N pulled away, hips grinding once more over his rapidly growing area. She smirked as she felt his arousal between her legs, getting harder with every movement she made.

“Didn’t think I would ever be in this position,” she giggled. Harry’s cheeks grew hot with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” he started. “I mean, can you blame me?” Y/N rolled her eyes and placed her lips next to his ear, breath warm on his cheek.

“I’m flattered,” she whispered, sending chills down Harry’s spine. “And if I’m being honest, you’re definitely not the only one getting a little hot and bothered.”

Y/N sat up again, making Harry flutter his eyes open to look up at her. His gaze widened as she put her hands on the hem of her sweater, lifting it over her head as swiftly as if she was untying a bow off a present. She tossed the sweater to the floor, leaving her in just her bra. It wasn’t anything fancy; just a basic deep purple, but Harry thought it was the most beautiful item of clothing he had ever seen. The straps dug into her shoulders and around her back, and he knew there would be little indents if he shifted the bands out of place. Harry’s hands went to her exposed waist, thumb landing directly on a freckle just below her ribs that he had never seen before. Y/N was looking down at him with doe eyes, still puffed and sore from crying but marginally better than when she had arrived at his door. Her soft lips melted into a smile as his eyes met hers, and she blinked slowly at him.

“Harry please,” she said, voice almost inaudible. “Touch me.”

Harry hesitated, then shook his head, softening his grip on her torso. Y/N’s eyebrows knitted together in what looked like a mix of confusion and frustration, but the expression melted off her face as he reached his fingertips to brush against her cheek. She leant into his touch this time, unlike a few weeks ago when she stiffened at the same gesture, this time fluorescent light highlighting her cheeks instead of the dark corner of the party.

“Y/N,” Harry composed himself and shut his eyes, knowing what he was about to say was going to take every ounce of control he had left in his body. “I really, really like you.”

“I think I do too.”

“Which is exactly why we can’t do this tonight.” Harry opened his eyes to see Y/N’s face fall.

“Harry, I already said-“

“This isn’t about you, Y/N.” Harry’s voice came out sterner than he meant it to, surprising the both of them. “I mean, it is, but just let me talk for a second, okay?”

Y/N nodded and lifted her hips from his body, removing herself to the side of his thighs. She was still in her underwear from the waist up, and, upon noticing this, shifted her arms so they folded low across her stomach. The movement involuntarily pushed her breasts together, accentuating her cleavage, which made Harry immediately avert his gaze to the bedsheet beside him.

“I really like you. Not just in that way, but as a friend as well. If any other person slept with you, took advantage of you after you had been so upset? I would probably end up having charges pressed against me.” Y/N giggled, a ghost of a smile lighting up her features.

“I couldn’t live with myself tomorrow if this happened tonight. I need to know that this isn’t just a one-time thing. I need to know exactly how you feel about me, and I don’t think you can tell me that yet, because I’m not even sure whether you know how you feel.”

Y/N chewed on the inside of her lip. She knew Harry was right; she had no clue what she was feeling. She knew she wouldn’t regret anything she did with Harry, but she understood that he couldn’t take the chance that she would resent him at all if they went any further. She knew Harry’s mind like it was her own – he wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight as it was, probably already guilt-ridden at the thought that they kissed while she wasn’t of a completely sound mind.

“I get it,” she said, looking around for the sweater she had dropped on the floor. Harry noticed her eyes wandering and got up from the bed as she continued to speak. “I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and change my mind about what happened tonight,” Harry opened his cupboard and handed her one of his old t-shirts, which she graciously accepted. “But I do need to think. I kind of rushed into all of this, didn’t I?”

“A little,” Harry mused, keeping his eyes low until he could tell in his peripheral vision that she was fully clothed. “I mean, I’m not complaining-“

“Oh my god,” Y/N rolled her eyes, twisting her arms behind her back under Harry’s t-shirt to unclasp her bra. “Typical boy.”

“Hey,” he protested. “Who’s literally undressing in my bedroom right now?”

“Just shut up and come here,” Y/N patted the side of the bed after removing her bra through the sleeve of Harry’s tshirt, pulling the cover over her hole-ridden leggings. This wasn’t new for either of them; she had stayed over at his place plenty of times before and never remembered to bring pyjamas, but the atmosphere felt different after what they had both just experienced on the bed sheets she was now inviting him into. He quickly removed his track pants, deciding to keep his shirt on no matter how warm he would be that night, before stepping closer to her, hesitating as his knees touched the side of his bed.

“I can sleep on the couch if you want some space-“

“Don’t be an idiot.” Harry was finally close enough to Y/N for her to grab his wrist and pull him next to her. She immediately latched onto him like a koala hugging a tree; cheek pressing against his bare chest. She could hear his heartbeat under her ear, a rhythmic pattern that she began to time her breathing to. In for four beats, out for six. Her eyes closed as she began to drift off to sleep, only just feeling Harry’s lips press onto the crown of her head before she completely lost consciousness.

“Goodnight, angel,” he whispered into her hair before reaching across and turning off his bedside light.

[flurrys-creativity]

Swimming Pool

Pairing: Lay (EXO) x GN! Reader; Genre: Slice of life, Lifeguard AU, Fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-15; Warnings: the reader gets angry, implied that Lay thinks the reader is drowning, Lay is a veeeeeeery popular lifeguard, him being cheeky; Wordcount: 975

Summary: Ever since the new lifeguard started working at the local swimming pool it was a pain to go there. Until said lifeguard decided to talk with you.

A/N: SURPRISE!!!!! I did TWO tipsy drabbles today because I felt inspired and was utterly shocked I haven’t written a drabble for my favourite cocktail... so yeah... I just had to do a second one! Please enjoy this drabble!

You usually avoided the local swimming pool as it was always packed with too many people. Ever since the new lifeguard started working there, dozens of people swarmed the pool and more importantly swarmed him.

It took you several weeks to figure out a time where you actually had the chance to swim without having all those girls and boys alike in your way. Which was the early morning. A time you didn’t like to be awake, but you would do anything to have a chance at swimming.

The swimming pool opened at six in the morning and despite a few elderly people you had it mostly for yourself. So every morning for around three hours you were able to use the swimming pool without a hassle but once the day progressed long enough people would stream to the swimming pool like moths were drawn to light.

You glided through the water, enjoying the feeling of how it engulfed and hugged you, how your fingers divided the liquid to push you forward.

“It’s rare to see someone young at this hour in the pool”, a voice next to you spoke up, pulling you out of your bubble.

“It’s the only time the pool isn’t packed with people”, you answered shortly and picked up your pace, not even looking at the person next to you.

“True. That’s why I like to come early and swim a few rounds before my shift starts and everything gets hectic.”

This time you turned your head and looked at the man swimming next to you. He easily kept up with your speed thanks to his strong arms. His brown hair was slicked back thanks to the water, revealing a very smiley lifeguard.

You grumbled underneath your breath, wanting to tell him he was the reason you had to wake up so early and that you hated the pool whenever he had his shift.

“I’m the new lifeguard here”, he continued to speak to you, not noticing your almost hostile aura towards him, “my name is Lay.”

You stopped abruptly, watching him swim a few strokes more before he turned around and stared at you with confusion in his eyes.

“What’s wrong? Do you have a cramp in your leg or something? I can get you out of the water if you want.”

“Listen, Lay. I very much enjoy swimming. In peace. Without disturbance. Without people bothering me. Without having my ear chewed off by someone so chatty. You should have more than enough listeners once your shifts start since everyone seems to love you.” You hit the water to underline your annoyance. “So if you please let me swim.” 

You made some strong movements, hoping to bring some distance between you and the lifeguard as fast as possible. You looked over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t following you again. But seeing his dejected expression sent a painful shot right through your heart. 

You tried to shake it off, concentrating on swimming again but his expression kept haunting you. Even after you swam several rounds you couldn’t forget about it.

Devastated, you stopped at the end of the pool, holding yourself above the water with one hand. Maybe you were too harsh with him. You glanced at the clock hanging high on the wall next to the pool, seeing it was almost time for you to leave. Maybe you could apologise before leaving or you stayed a little longer to show him you weren’t that serious with your words.

You sighed deeply, before you took a deep breath and let go, slowly sinking into the water. The increasing pressure engulfed you, held you tightly and felt almost comforting. A few bubbles of air escaped your nose as you looked up to the surface, seeing a blurry vision of the ceiling and people walking past the swimming pool. Being completely underwater felt serene but also lonely if you thought about it.

You felt the harsh ripple of the water rather than seeing it, before a strong hand grabbed your upper arm and turned you around.

Surprised you were actually conscious, Lay let go of your arm and brought a little distance between the both of you before he hesitantly signed if you were okay. 

You avoided looking him in the face, your eyes trailing everywhere else over his body. You noticed the strong muscles in his abdomen, legs and arms. No wonder he kept up with you so easily while talking.

When you didn’t answer him, Lay decided to leave you again, thinking he disturbed you once more. But before he was able to swim away, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to you.

Confused, he just stared at you, waiting for anything else. When nothing happened Lay removed his wrist from your grasp only to intertwine your fingers and pull you up to the surface.

You gasped for air, wiping away your strands of hair with your free hand. 

Lay did the same, running his fingers through his wet hair until it was slicked back again. He then tilted his head like a curious puppy, indicating for you to say something.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered and looked at the water as if it was the most interesting thing you had ever seen.

Lay stayed quiet for several heartbeats and only when you looked up, he smiled at you. “It’s alright. I understand. I get annoyed as well since I can’t do my duty properly.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t consider how you might feel with all that. I’m sure you would want a less crowded swimming pool as well.”

Lay swam closer to you, still holding your hand in his. “I think I might have an idea that would benefit both of us”, he smirked and shortly glanced down to your lips, “if you’re up for that.”

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[seeker-of-the-stars]

Tfp Soundwave and Shockwave meet Cyberverse Soundwave and Shockwave

Okay, this request has been sitting in my inbox for a very long time, but here you go! 

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"I still don't understand why you think it would be a productive use of our time to go to an alternate dimension, fascinating as the discovery might be," Shockwave asked Soundwave as he stepped out of the portal.

Soundwave didn't answer, but instead continued to walk forward. Huffing, Shockwave followed him. It wasn't often he let himself get annoyed, or angry, or happy, or feel any other strong emotion that could potentially distract him from his work. But he hated not being in the know. It was his job to be in the know.

Still, Soundwave was one of the few bots who's judgement he trusted, cryptic as he might be at times.

Wordlessly, he followed Soundwave as the Decepticon intelligence officer headed towards what looked like a giant spaceship. The fact that it was painted purple and even had a Decepticon insignia on the door made it not hard to guess who it belonged to.

“You’ve met the Decepticons of this world? You knew they would be here?”

Soundwave turned his blank faceplate towards him and nodded. There was a code lock on the door, and before Shockwave could ask how they planned on getting in, Soundwave pulled out one of his extra appendages (Knock Out called them tentacles, whatever that was) and unlocked the door with two clicks.

As they made their way through the ship, Shockwave couldn’t help but notice how different the atmosphere was compared to the Nemesis. Back at home, everyone onboard was constantly rushing to get something done and only spoke in hushed tones, especially the lower ranking ‘Cons and drones. But these bots, they were all comfortably chatting with one another as if they didn’t have a care in the world. 

It was so unproductive. He didn’t understand how Megatron could allow such a thing.

As he was lost in his thoughts, a blue Seeker rushed towards him.

“Shockwave, sir. I need to report-” the Seeker did a double take as he looked at him and his partner for a second time. 

“You look... different. And who is this?” he asked, pointing towards Soundwave.

“None of your concern,” came Soundwave’s rarely used, raspy voice. He saw the blue Seeker look visibly startled. “Take us to Soundwave.”

The Seeker looked at Shockwave in question, who nodded.

“Yes, well, right this way sir.”

The two continued to follow the Seeker through several hallways until they came across two steel doors with yet another lock code on them, along with an intercom.

“Soundwave,” the Seeker said. “Shockwave and... a guest want to see you.”

A tired sigh came through the com. “Bring them in, Thundercracker.” 

The doors creaked open revealing a lab, much like his own back home, and a boxy blue bot with a cassette player in his chassis. Alongside him was a bot that looked almost identical to him, aside from a smaller optic atop his main optic, and being a slightly brighter purple.

“Wait, what?” The Seeker who he assumed was Thundercracker cried, looking back and forth at him and his counterpart. “How are there two of you?!”

“This is a private matter, Thundercracker,” the other Soundwave said, his brow furrowing. “And you will not speak a word of this to anyone, do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir,” he stuttered out. 

“Now, leave.”

“But-” 

Ominous music played from the other Soundwave’s speakers. He saw his counterpart roll his optic.

“I’m going, I’m going!” Thundercracker threw his servos up in defeat. After the doors closed behind him, the other Soundwave turned towards his counterpart.

“Did you bring what we asked?”

Soundwave nodded, and pulled out something from his subspace. It was-

“The omega keys!” Shockwave said. “Has this been approved by Megatron?”

“Megatron: has been unsuccessful,” Soundwave said. “Omega keys: a necessary sacrifice.” 

“And you’re quite sure that these will help lead us to and repair the Allspark in our universe as well?” Shockwave’s counterpart asked.

“Certainty: 100%”

“Very well then, a deal is a deal.” The other Shockwave pulled out a datapad from his subspace.

“These are the blueprints to the newest project I’ve been working on: The Terraform Generator. It will allow you to terraform any planet that you wish in a mere few hours across the galaxy.” He turned toward Shockwave. “If you’re truly me from another dimension, I’d assume you have the ability to replicate it?” 

“Assuming that your plans actually work, then I do not forsee a problem.” Shockwave retorted in a slightly less monotone voice then usual. “I was not told of this exchange beforehand though. I would like to read over the plans myself before I allow this to go any further.”

“Suit yourself,” he replied. If his face was capable of smirking, he would’ve been doing it.

Shockwave took a seat on the other side of the lab, leafing over the plans that his counterpart had made. After examining every diagram, every equation, every word, he had to concede that this plan... might actually work.

“Very well,” Shockwave said as he returned to the others. “I found your ideas to be satisfactory. While losing the omega keys would be a blow to our cause, I believe that our leader will agree that this will make up for it.”

“So, we have a deal?”

“Yes,” Shockwave said. “Now, as fascinating as this interaction has been, we must be getting back to our dimension.”

His counterpart nodded. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

As Soundwave and Shockwave left the ship, Shockwave looked back at his fellow Decepticon.

“I do hope that this deal was worth it,” he looked down at his counterpart’s plans once more before storing them in his subspace. “The Terraform Generator sounds promising, but Megatron will be greatly displeased to hear about the loss of the omega keys.”

“Omega keys: Not real,” Soundwave said. “Real omega keys: Still on the Nemesis.”

It took a lot to stop Shockwave in his tracks, but that’s exactly what he did. He froze, turning towards his fellow Decepticon with a wide optic. “Soundwave,” he said. “Are you saying-”

“Soundwave: Decepticon for a reason.” A winking smiley face briefly flashed onto his faceplate before turning black again. 

For once, Shockwave found himself speechless. Not because nothing was worth saying, but because something deep within him that he repressed so much he forgot it existed, was threatening to bubble up and he had to bite it down before it was too late. 

The only thing he thought about for the rest of the day was that wink.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a good day. It was a very busy day. But it was very good still.

James wasn't doing great today. They were in pain for a lot of it. They still made me a bagel for breakfast. And I got washed and dressed and soon we were heading to work.

The car was all icy when we left. I realized James didn't put my lunch in my bag and I was a little sad about that. But it was whatever. I just wanted to go to work.

And it was a fun and busy day like I said. We werent sure what the turn out would be but it would end up being one of the busiest days I've been there for in a long time. Almost 150 people! It was awesome.

We did my first tour at 930. And it was fun. I had spent some time sewing before that. And I would spend any free time between tours cutting and sewing. I finished all the cut out bears I had and made three more totes! I did not get to finish the straps but I did get to talk to people about sewing all day and that was really cool.

My tours were great though. They would start small and gather more people throughout the hour. There was a very smiley man on my tour who was very sweet. And I had a great time.

I took a few minutes to catchy breath and get some water before my next tour. Aubrey and Kristen were both there today to do some group tours. And so I made sure it get out of their ways. Andy second tour started without issue.

I would give three full tours today. My last one had a family with some teens and they had lots of questions. They also had their grandfather and he cried in the garment loft! I felt so bad but my story really touched him and that was encouraging. I also wanted to give him a hug but his granddaughter comforted him and that was good enough.

I got applause at the end of my last tour and that felt great. Then they had more questions that I could only sort of answer. I am trying to spend more time looking into things I don't know. Like I can usually come up with an answer using my approximate knowledge. But I am making notes to expand on my tour and I think it's fun. I love learning. I love sharing things with others! It's great. I hate when I find out I was wrong about something. Like today I misunderstood something someone asked me and now that I understand what they meant I for sure gave them the wrong answer. I am sorry!!

I did get a lot of praise after. I went to hang out in the garment loft to work on sewing my straps and chatting with people and had a few people from my tour come and tell me how much they liked it and that was very gradifying. I also had a really lovely conversation with someone about teaching yourself hand skills and I may have convinced them to come to my workshop. I hope I did!! I hope lots of people come to my workshop.

At the end of the day I was in the print shop showing some kids and their parents how the printing presses worked. And then Stanley started turning the lights off on us. So I walked them to the front.

I got my stuff and went to sit with James while they finished their tasks for the day. And very soon we were in our way home.

Charlie got exposed to COVID so the universe is not letting us hang out. Which is fine. It will make them moving to New Mexico less upsetting. Because it's like nothing changed and when they come back to visit their family they can maybe come say hi to me too.

When we got back here I was really tired and James was very sore.

I took my knitting to bed and did the last two days. I had a snack and chilled with Sweetp. I watched tiktoks. James did some stuff in the other room, played video games. Eventually they went for a little walk.

I have mostly been chilling in bed. I took my second round of chemo pills. 6 this time! It's super weird. I have been tracking anything that I think could be a symptom. And just my general mood. I sort of deteriorated through the night but mostly I am just tired.

James heated up leftovers for me for dinner. And I would take a bubble bath. My legs were very itchy and hurty so the water was nice. And now we are in bed. I just painted my toes and fed the aquatics. And we are getting ready to sleep.

I am going to try to do a ton of cleaning tomorrow. I really hope I have the energy because I really want to do it and make the whole place for nice. So wish me luck.

Sleep well everyone. Wash your hands! Be safe!