#I just knew I had to get the scenario down asap

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

"You've been staring at me for a while. What are you thinking?" Chaco turns the rest of his body so that he's now sitting fully facing you.

"I don't trust you," you declare simply. That was you, wasn't it? Not one to beat around the bush and carrying yourself like a school teacher, all proper and head held high. But there was a whimsical air around you that anyone who spent plenty of time with you would notice, and he has spent plenty. Put simply, you were like a character from a dramatic comedy. The seeming straight, no-nonesense friend with a soft and caring heart.

He quirks a brow and leans forward. "Oh? Why is that?"

"You smile too much," you say, folding your hands on the table and also leaning forward. "And your smiles are too perfect. I'm willing to bet that you're hiding something. No one can smile always perfectly."

"But what if that's how I am? Besides, there's always something to smile about. Like our lord."

Unwillingly, your lips pull up into a smile. "Can't argue with that," you concede. "But then, what else are you thinking that makes you smile?"

"Have you always been this curious about me? Can't get me out of your thoughts?" he teases.

"Yes. You're very interesting." Another simple declaration from you, the whimsical, no-beating-around-the-bush you. You even bob your head in a nod!

The almost deadpan delivery makes him want to laugh, but at the same time, he feels his cheeks start to warm. So, to hide the fluster, he lets out that laugh and rests his chin in his palm. "You know, I could say the same for you too. You're not like most of the other skaters here. If anything, you and Tuxedo Sam's Fragaria might get along."

"No offense to him, but no thanks."

That makes him laugh, much harder than before. He actually turns his body so he could double over, which causes him to miss your satisfied smile and small giggle. Once he's done laughing, he says, "The others are going to love hearing that. Say, did you know you can get a special type of ice cream down the street?"

"I knew it! This is banana ice cream!"

Chaco just smiles as he bites into his spoonful.

"You said there was a special type of ice cream sold here, but this flavor is common," you say.

"Take another bite," he says.

You narrow your eyes and stare at him for a second too long before taking another bite. Your eyes then widen. "Oh! There's a frozen banana slice in here."

"And that's what makes this ice cream special. The other parlors in the area don't have this trait, see?"

You mull it over, taking another bite of ice cream, and nod. "Mmyeah."

And that's how things are between the two of you. Whenever he suggests something, you would take his word for it. Of course, it was not without staring at him for a second too long, as though you could parse the truth out of him by searching his grey eyes. Despite "tricking" you many times (always harmless tricks, mind you), you never backed down.

That brings us to now: the two of you sitting on swing sets staring at the dawning sky, after Chaco said he knew of a quiet place with a great view of the sunrise.

"A while ago, you said you didn't trust me," he says. "Do you still not trust me?"

"Yes."

The way the answer is delivered so whimsically serious makes his smile genuine. "But you still hang out with me. Shouldn't you be more wary?"

"Yes, but if I'm too wary, I wouldn't be able to get to the bottom of what exactly is making you untrustworthy."

How paradoxical, he thinks. Not to mention, it was dangerous of you explain your plan so plainly to the very person you wanted to know more of.

The strangeness of you was so amusing just as it made you so endearing.

"So far, I've figured out that you like pulling friendly and clever pranks, and that you're not entirely untrustworthy. As a Fragaria, you would have the want to protect your lord and the kingdom, but even if you weren't, I can't see you as someone who enjoys hurting people. Whenever we hang out, nothing malicious happens."

"But what if the next thing we do does hurt you?"

"You wouldn't want it to happen and you wouldn't let it. That's not you. Besides, I'd be disappointed. I look forward to whatever silly surprise you have for me."

Chaco considers this. "So you hang out with me because you look forward to that?"

"That's half of it. The other half is that it's just very nice hanging out with you, even if we don't do anything exciting." You pause for a moment to admire the changing hue of the sky. "Like now."

The sun is now beginning to peek over the trees. Chaco immediately thinks of how perfect you look smiling under the golden light.

He likes gullible people, but you are a very special and very interesting exception.

[amourlyns]

hey. I already made a request, but if you have a limit you can scrap that one.

My cat has been gone for 3 days (shes never been gone this long, shes an in door cat). We just got a ton of snow and I just overheard my parents saying they think the neighbor did something to her. I've had her since I was 11 and she means so much to me. I've been having a hard time having any sort of fun with my family for the holiday season and if you could I could really use any windbreaker characters of your choice comforting reader about that scenario?

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: a jealous owen, reminding you that you’re his forever and always. after hearing a fan compliment you after one of his races.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: owen uses a lot of praise, but he’s also getting his ego fed bc he’s a brat. insane by summer walker was on repeat ngl + imagine that one video of asap hearing riri’s laugh. 😭i’m sorry to hear about your cat!! i hope yall found her in the end. hopefully this fic helps.

⟡ ⠀ | Owen Knight is not insane, you know that and he knows that. So, why is he hearing your voice ? And why does it ring out so clearly in the stadium ? You’re supposed to be in the UK.

Korea wasn’t going to work with you schedule, he knew that and begrudgingly accepted it. So who the fuck is making you laugh and giggle like that? Yeah, he won the race but at what cost ? Where is his baby at—

There you are.

Now you don’t see him, but you could definitely feel his gaze on you, he knows you can. So why aren’t you looking at him? The race was over— and you came to Korea just for him.

So why was another man hogging your attention ? You didn’t even seem remotely interested. Your eyes eventually meet with Owen’s, a smile graces your lips. You’re already making hasty strides in his direction.

Even though all of your attention is on Owen now, his stare still lingers on the man you were talking to moments ago. Owen was always transparent about his feelings, you could read him like a book. He was vocal, and if he was thrown off by something? He would make it known.

He starts it off slow, discussing your appearance in Korea and what a lovely surprise it is, it really was of course. So there was no lie there, but he does mention the man you were talking to before.

❛ Why did you sit closer, baby? ❜ Owen pouts, jutting out his lower lip. You place a quick peck on his lips, cupping his cheeks and chuckling at his own behavior. He’s such a drama king, you’re not quite sure how you manage, especially with him.

❛ Owen, sweetheart I’m only here for you. And you only, so why are you worried? Hm? ❜ He flushes at this, maintaining eye contact. A hand reached out towards your wrist, sending soft kisses around your finger tips. ❛ I deserve all your attention, you know it. ❜

Your practically beats out of your chest, it takes you a moment to remember you two are in a very public space. And he didn’t mind the PDA at all? ❛ Owen, slow down. ❜ It comes out much more softer than intended, he stops. Looking at you with wide expecting eyes. What’s next?

❛ Did he say anything? ❜ Owen huffs, pushing further into your personal space. A smiles graced your lips at his intensity, he is so in love. Isn’t he? ❛ The guy complimented my shirt, he knew I was supporting you. ❜ You’ve obviously struck a nerve.

Owen scowls, pursing his lips at the thought of some stranger complimenting you. Despite the shirt and all. ❛ And that was seriously it? But he was staring at you for so long— ❜ Lips find purchase on his. Quickly silencing Owen in the most effective way.

He’s already asking for another by the time you’re backing up. Trailing you like a lost puppy dog. You let him, of course. Telling him to pack up so you can cuddle at home and enjoy each others company. He’s already agreeing—

[valley-of-headcanons]

bachelorettes reacting to you getting hurt || headcanons

these bachelorettes vowed to stay with you, in sickness and in health! part two here!

warnings: you get hurt (obv) by: the mines, ocean, farming, tree, electrocution, and animals. if you're scared of that, don't read this :)

requested by: anon! thank you so much for the request! oh how i love comfort fics <3 it was kinda hard trying to figure out unique things that would hurt the farmer so pardon the slightly goofy scenarios 💀 had to screenshot anon message because tumblr hates my guts and won't let me post. anyway, hope you enjoy! :)

abigail

• You told Abigail you were heading to the mines, and it was rather late. She was worried, but she knew you'd be fine. You've done it several times, what would make this time different? Well, seeing as you didn't have enough food to keep your energy and help up ... uh oh. You weren't doing well, pretty beat up at this point. Tons of scratches and more blood than there really should be …

• Once it hit 2 AM, Abigail couldn't rest anymore. She was worried sick about you. Yes, you both were adventurous spirits, but everyone has their limits. So, Abigail got ready to head into the mines to find you. She descended through the floors, searching for you while slicing the monsters. She was more scared than she'd like to admit, and it was evident on her face.

• Once she found you passed out cold on a relatively low floor, she freaked the fuck out. She eventually got you to wake up through enough pushing and shoving. You looked to see your frantic lover's face for only a moment before she pulled you into a deep hug. She wasn't one to be emotional, she didn't like talking about that stuff, but when it came to you ... she loved you too much to hide it.

• “God- you had me worried sick! It's three in the morning- and you were- you were knocked unconscious and ... I was worried I lost you ... you can't do that to me, you had me so worried, I ... God, I sound like my dad ... just- please. Be more careful. I was worried I ... I was worried I didn't have the power to wake you up. Or ... anything did. I'm just glad you're awake, now let's get to Harvey's ASAP.”

• Abigail hurried with you to Harvey's, trying her hardest to stay calm with deep breaths. Despite the blood that was pouring on her clothes, her shaking hands, and her worries ... she stayed externally calm for you. She got you to Harvey's in no time, and he stitched you up with some warnings. Abigail made sure you stuck to them. Yes, she encourages rebellion, but not when it comes to health.

emily

• You decided to do some late night fishing. You had made kind of a big purchase today, so you needed to make up for it with some fish sales. Emily knew where you'd be, down by the beach. You go fishing all the time, it's not like this time would be very different. But when you hadn't come home, and the clock is striking 2 AM ... something was fishy.

• Emily made her way toward the beach, her intuition telling her something was wrong. Something didn't seem right in the slightest. But, she tried to keep her cool, as nothing that bad could've happened, right ...? She's one of the most calm and collected bachelorettes, despite her eccentric nature. She's truly the most emotionally mature. So ... why was she so nervous?

• When she saw you face down in the sand, it all clicked. She raced over to you, taking off her shoes and slinging them across the sand so she could get to you faster. She turned you over, trying to get you to respond. Worry laced her expression, trying to think of what to do. She had to learn CPR to work at the Saloon, so she decided to try it. She's out of practice, but ... when your eyes popped open, coughing up sea water and sand, everything seemed to be remotely okay.

• “Jeez- you had me worried for a second there! We've gotta get you to Harvey's tonight, you crashed out. I should've told you that something didn't feel right about fishing tonight, but I thought it'd be okay ... that's behind us. Right now, we've gotta get you back to health! Let's get to Harvey's. I'll be your crutch, 'kay?”

• As she helped you to Harvey's, she was a bit nervous but she knew you'd be fine. You were in good hands, and no matter what, something like this couldn't take you down. So, after getting to Harvey's, she sat by your side and held your hand as Harvey checked everything out. She trusted that fate knew what it was doing, and it did. She knew something this simple couldn't take you down.

haley

• Bright and early, you needed to do some work on the farm. Haley had opted to stay in the bed, claiming to need her beauty rest. Even though she didn't need it, you let her rest. You didn't need your partner sitting on the porch for you to do farmwork! It's not like you were a toddler who needed to be supervised, right? ... right?

• Haley woke up about an hour or two after you had, fixing herself some morning tea and admiring the scenery. She gazed out the window, looking at the beautiful life you two had created together. She was really proud of you, and the life you provided for her, even though she didn't say it nearly enough. She was shook from those thoughts when she noticed that you weren't tending to the farm like you normally were. You were laying in it. Not moving.

• Essentially launching herself out of the cabin in a robe, she ran to your side. Haley was screaming and panicking, dragging you out of the crops and sitting by your side. She shook you, trying her hardest to get you to wake up. She didn't know what was happening. Heat stroke? An undisclosed illness she didn't know you had? But then she noticed the already forming bump on your forehead ... you hit yourself in the head with your hoe? Really? Once your eyes began to open, she hugged you really tight before letting you have it.

• “Babe! How did you hurt yourself with a hoe?! You've got to be more careful! You're so- ... you're so stupid. I love you, you've gotta take better care for yourself! What if I hadn't seen you and you suffocated or something! I can't be around all the time! ... let's get you to Harvey's to get you checked out, dummy ... no, I'm not mad. My nerves are just super heightened now ... you know I worry about you, right?”

• Haley took you to Harvey's hoping that you hadn't done significant brain damage. When she knew that you were fine, she apologized for freaking out and giving you a kiss on the cheek. She'd still tease you about it, but she didn't raise any more hell. She was genuinely worried about you, and she doesn't respond to stress well.

leah

• Leah was hard at work on a sculpture, chipping away at the driftwood on the table in front of her. You wanted to do something nice for her: cut down a tree and give her the wood for her projects. She gives you so many things, so it's time you give her something in return! So, you set out on this journey, unbeknownst to Leah. She started to get a bit worried when you hadn't been around in a while, though …

• She had gotten so sucked into her work, she didn't realize that you had been gone for so long. It was getting pretty late, where could you be? She racked her brain for answers as she stood, calling out your name. She looked across the farm, not seeing you. Her last resort was to head into town, but she needed to drop by her old cabin for some materials. So, she headed through Cindersap Forest. She didn't expect to see you, helpless under a cut down tree.

• Leah's heart raced as she called your name, rushing by your side. Her first course of action was to pull the tree off of you, huffing and puffing but eventually getting it off of you. She looked over your body, seeing that you were mostly unharmed aside from maybe a broken leg. The tree must've hit you on the head on the way down. She dragged you to Harvey's without waking you up, she knew that this was probably dire. You woke up to Leah sitting beside you in the hospital.

• “Hey love, you scared me there ... I was worried I had lost you. What happened? ... ah, I see. Please, be more careful. I can lend you a book on how to more carefully cut trees? ... I love you. I don't say it nearly enough, even though I think I say it all the time. Please get some rest and get healed up, Harvey's gonna take care of you. No, don't apologize, you're fine hon.”

• After Harvey put your broken leg into a cast and explained how to properly take care of it, you looked over to Leah. She smiled at you softly, holding your hand. You knew that you were in safe hands with her. She was going to make sure you were taken care of, whether you liked it or not. She wasn't going to rest until she knew you were better.

maru

• Maru was working on a big project and needed some batteries. You were happy to provide! The lightning rods on your farm were the best way to go about it. Finally, you woke up to a rainy day! Maru was already hard at work in the home, so you went out to do your chores. Batteries were ready! You just had to grab them, and- pzzzt!

• She was very sucked into her work, not noticing that you had been gone for a remarkable amount of time. About midday, Maru got up to get herself a drink of water. She started to wonder about how you were doing and where you had gone, so she decided to step out into the rain to look for you. She didn't expect to find you laying in the dirt beside the lightning rods.

• Maru rushed over to you, pulling you away from the lightning rods and looking over your body. You were breathing, but you were definitely out. She tried to wake you up, but nothing. This was out of her nursing expertise, so she dragged you to Harvey's, slowly but surely. She got you there shortly, letting Harvey take care of you and helping him to the best of her ability. When you woke up, she was right by your side.

• “Hey hon, did you get electrocuted? ... yeah, I got you to Harvey's. Yes, you're fine, I assume you hit your head hard on the fall down. Is there anything else that feels odd? ... yes, you have a minor concussion, but I'll be home to help you out. You worry me, farmer ... I love you, though. You keep life interesting.”

• Maru followed Harvey's orders exactly, making sure you were on the way to recovery. She kept you fed and medicated for your pains. Taking care of someone is not something Maru normally does, despite her being a nurse. But she knows what to do and tries her hardest, giving you small little kisses in between your requests. She shows her love for you by doing everything you need.

penny

• You were going about, doing your daily chores while Penny was out with Jas and Vincent. This was the usual, despite your married life. You were working with the animals, as per usual. Tending to the cows and chickens was a daily chore, but it wasn't too bad! But sometimes, accidents happen. Sometimes you get accidentally kicked pretty hard by your cows. Y'know, it happens, right?

• Penny made her way home after working with the kids, waltzing into the cabin with a spring in her step. She didn't see you out on the farm, so she assumed you'd be home. She was surprised to see you not in the cabin, so she glanced back outside. She tilted her head, wondering where you could be. Well, in the meantime, she could go say hi to the cows! She loves the animals on the farm, and she can't wait to see them. She didn't expect to see you knocked out against the wall of the barn …

• Fight or flight mode kicked in on Penny. She stared at you for a moment, analyzing your breathing. You were alive, probably not too badly hurt, but definitely passed out. She shook off the panic, trying her hardest to push through despite the tears pricking at her eyes. She tried to shake you awake, but nothing. She knew she couldn't get you to Harvey's by herself ... so, she had to bring Harvey to you! She ran at full speed down to Harvey's, begging him to come visit the farm for you. She brought him to you, and he checked up on you in the barn. Penny sat right by your side as you woke up.

• “Love, I'm so glad you're awake! You had me so worried, I didn't know what had happened! I-I ... God, I'm so glad you're okay ... did one of the cows hit you, or something? ... hmm, I didn't expect that, that's really weird ... but, I will be right by your side until you feel better! Harvey said you had a broken rib, so I'll be taking care of everything that I can for you! ... just rest up for me, okay?”

• Penny stayed by your side for your entire recovery, helping you with anything you could ever need. You're so important to her, and it shows through every action. She would drop on her hands and knees for you if you asked. She cares so much for you, and she wouldn't dare put you in any discomfort! Penny is an incredibly devout wife.

[jakesguitarsolo]

i can’t stop thinking about your impure jake thought, “Be angry all you want. Even better. How about you ride me like you hate me, then I’ll fuck you like I love you? How does that sound?”

like OH. MY GOD. 🥵🥵

thank you for sharing😩 need this turned into a fic ASAP

I can’t stop thinking about it either. I’m definitely no writer, just have a few filthy thoughts about Jake every single day of my life 🫠 BUT I’d imagine the scenario to go something like —

Warnings: minors DNI! 18+ only, SMUT, angst, fluff, arguing, negative self body talk, alcohol use, name calling, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, air/breath play, riding, probably some more but I’m new to this so forgive me.

You gave Jake the silent treatment all the way home, wanting him to figure out on his own why you were so upset. You usually loved when fans saw Jake out and wanted to say hi or get a picture. This time was different. She was very blatantly flirting with him. Right in front of you. And he was fucking flirting back? You almost couldn’t believe it, but you knew his signs well. Not to mention, in your mind, she was everything you weren’t. Tall. Blonde. Blue eyed. Skinny. The hug Jake gave her lingered for a moment too long. He stared deep into her eyes while she was going on and on about how amazing of a guitarist he was. You saw his eyes flicker from hers down to her lips and back up again. By this time, your blood was fucking boiling.

Jake finally pulled up the car up to your shared home, and you immediately exited the car practically sprinting to the door so he wouldn’t see the unshed tears in your eyes. Slamming the door before he could make it inside, you took off up the stairs to the bedroom. But he was quick behind you. You had already stripped yourself of your tight dress and threw on one of Jake’s big tshirts. Noticing that something was clearly wrong now, Jake entered the room and asked you “Sweetheart, what happened? I don’t understand why you’re so mad. I thought we were having a good night out together.” Maybe it was the few drinks in your system, but you couldn’t hold back as you screamed “Are you fucking kidding me Jake?! Don’t act like you weren’t just flirting with that gorgeous fan like the attention whore you are!” You were so angry that you were shaking. Jake chuckled. “Oh you think that’s funny? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jake slowly made his way across the room and right up to you. Your breath hitched as he pressed his warm body into yours. He bent down, cupping your jaw with his rough, calloused hands and whispered into your ear “Be angry all you want. Even better. How about you ride me like you hate me, then I’ll fuck you like I love you? How does that sound?” Fuck. Your knees went weak. Jake always knew just what to say to make you cave and give in to him. Your body constantly longed for him. Craved him. The wetness between your thighs was immediate and undeniable. You could feel his already hard cock straining against his pants. You went to look up at him wanting to kiss him, but he backed away. Not looking away from you, he unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Your mouth was salivating. God, he was so fucking beautiful. You never could resist him. Jake kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants, but didn’t take them off. Just let them hang low on his hips as he got on the bed and sat up against the headboard. “Come over here and take what you want.”

You were still so damn mad at him. Part of you knew that he did it on purpose. He loved when you took control. He loved to let you take your anger out on him and then show you how much he wanted you and only you. Your pure carnal instinct took over as you went over to him on the bed, grabbed him by the throat, got on top of him, and crashed your lips hard into his. Jake smirked into the kiss, squeezing your hips and pulling you down on his lap. Urging you to grind down on him. He opened his mouth up to yours as you pushed your tongue against his. Retreating from his lips briefly, you grabbed the hem on your shirt and pulled it over your head. Jake’s hands and mouth went right to your chest as he flicked his tongue on your nipple making it hard instantly. You were already getting to work on his pants, pushing them further down trying to free his thick cock from his boxers. Jake groaned as you grabbed his cock in one hand, sat up higher on your knees, and lined him up with your soaking wet pussy. Lowering yourself slowly onto him, you threw your head back in ecstasy attempting to hold back a moan. As crystal clear as it was that you were enjoying every second of this, you were still pissed at him and wanted him to know it. “Use me however you want, sweetheart. Hate fuck me. Make yourself feel good.” Picking up the pace, your hand went back to his throat squeezing harder. Restricting his breath more and more. You could feel Jake’s body harden and tense beneath you as you rode him mercilessly, moving up and down on cock. You released your grip on his neck and moved your hand to the back of his head, up into his soft, long hair and pulled hard, angling his head back into the headboard. Jake whimpered and moaned at your harsh touch. His nails were digging into the meat of your hips when you switched up your movements and started grinding back and forth on him. Grinding your clit deliciously against his pelvis with his cock buried deep inside you. Fuck, you were close and he knew it. “Keep going, sweetheart. I can feel you squeezing me. You wanna cum on my cock? Take it. It’s all yours.” Those words were all it took. Like clockwork, you were unraveling on top of him. Cumming harder than you ever had before. Your entire body was tingling.

You felt Jake peppering light kisses all over your neck and chest as you slowly came down from your high. With glossy eyes, you looked down at him and said “Wow… Jake that was amazing. Shit.” You were still livid with him, but couldn’t help but praise him after that incredible orgasm. He grabbed you by the back of your waist, pulling you close to his body, and flipped you over so you were now underneath him. “Oh you didn’t think we were done now, did ya sweetheart? No, no, no… I know you had fun hate fucking me but it’s my turn to show you how much I want you. Show you how much I love you.” With that, he slowly started pumping in and out of you. He was still rock hard and deep inside you as he hadn’t pulled out of you from before. You moaned and closed your eyes when he started moving his hips. Jake cupped your jaw bringing his forehead flushed to yours. “Nuh-uh. Keep those eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to look into those pretty eyes when I make you cum on my cock again.” His thumb went to your bottom lip, tugging it down so your mouth was slightly parted, as he brought his lips to yours in a heated, passionate kiss. Jake continued his deep, long strokes and swallowed your soft whimpers and moans in the process. “Does that feel good, sweetheart? You were made for me. Feel how perfectly I fill you up?” You couldn’t help it as your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer, deeper into you, “Yes, Jake. Fuck. Please, more.” Your eyes welled up with tears when he quickly pulled out of you. “What the- What the hell, Jake?”

“Turn over. On your hands and knees. Now.” You obliged his demand right away. Waiting, begging for him to put his cock back inside and start fucking you again. Jake got behind you and started teasing your pussy, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit as you involuntarily arched your back more and pushed your hips back. You could tell he was smirking when he said, “Patience, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want. I want to take my time and show you how much I fucking love you.” Finally, he lined his cock up with your dripping entrance and groaned as he pushed himself inch by inch into you once again. You lowered yourself onto your forearms, sticking your ass up even more and moaned into the sheets. Jake picked up his speed, setting a relentless pace. Fucking into you deep and hard now. “Fuck, sweetheart. You look so fucking beautiful taking my cock so damn well. Do you want to see?” Before you could get a word out, he grabbed you by the neck and pulled you up so your back was pressed to his front. He pointed at the full length mirror in your bedroom, angled perfectly towards the bed for moments like these. He loved watching the look on your face as he touched and pleasured every inch of you body, and tonight was no exception. “Look at yourself. Look at how your body reacts to mine. How it needs mine. How much I need you.” You couldn’t hold back your moans at this point. Just the way he spoke to you was enough to make you cum again. He always made you feel wanted. Always made you feel appreciated. In this moment, you couldn’t even remember why you had been jealous. Jake was yours. You were his. That had been evident since you met. He could feel you getting close again so he reached around to your front and starting rubbing tight circles on your clit. He kept his eyes on your face from behind you through the mirror, almost mimicking your facial expressions. Jake got off on making you feel good. That’s all he ever wanted. It didn’t take much longer. “I love you, sweetheart. You know that, right? I love you so fucking much.” The heat started to spread throughout your body. Your body went numb for a brief second before the orgasm ripped through you, sending tidal waves of pleasure to every limb. Jake felt your walls flutter and spasm around his cock as he came with you. Filling you up with his cum and fucking it deep into your pussy. Your head fell back on his shoulder. You both attempted to calm your heavy breathing and panting as you came down together from quite possibly the best orgasm you both had ever had. Yup, you were wrong. THAT was the hardest you had ever came. Jake grabbed your chin, bringing his mouth to yours once again as he whispered “Tell me you love me too, sweetheart.” You looked into his caramel brown eyes and without hesitation said, “You know I love you, Jake. I love you so much it hurts.” He smiled, slowly pulled out of you and you both immediately missed the feeling of being as physically close as possible. He lightly kissed your lips and told you not to move. Jake cleaned you up and ushered you into the bed naked so he could hold you close as you both slowly drifted off to sleep. “I guess I should get mad at you more often.”

[lovethetasteofnothing]

Hi I seen ur requests are open so I wondering if you could possibly write sugar mommy hcs for Farah and/or valeria plz!😋

this is so good I just had to do it asap. i need drabbles for this too

Sugar mommy dynamics (HCs) - Valeria, Farah, Laswell

includes: kate laswell, farah karim, valeria garza (this is for the gay girls)

fem!reader, female anatomy, fem terms of endearment

warnings: nsfw content, dirty talk, spanking, use of straps/toys, fingering, degradation, consumption of alcohol,

word count: 1.8k, aprox. 600 words/ character

Valeria Garza (smut + fluff)

sugar mommy supreme

this woman is richer than god and her love language is gift giving

i don't see a better combo for a sugar baby

and she's a busy woman, she doesn't have time for relationships so this is right up her alley

i feel like it happened a little more or less by chance

like she was just talking about it one day to one of her men or he overheard her

and he subtly mentioned you because you were actively looking for a sugar mommy

neither of you knew what to expect at first, but after meeting her...

you went home and masturbated to a scenario about her

you were both on board with it being sexual from the get go so that worked out

makes you update a wishlist regularly and buys everything you put on it

sometimes you'd put an item there at night and wake up with the package at your door the next day

her card? black like her soul

and she just handed it to you one day like?

made you do a little runway show with all of the stuff you got with it

goes shopping with you to de-stress

she likes it more than you do, like this woman is making you try everything in the store if she wants to

makes you twirl so she can see the full outfit before smirking and nodding approvingly

holds the clothes for you while you're inside the store so you can browse easily

her guard carries the bags afterwards

this woman buys you designer on the regular

even though she doesn't wear it herself because it gets ruined on the job, she loves it on you

she took you to a fancy dinner with her business partners once

put you in a dress that costs more than your whole apartment (and a set of really nice lingerie underneath)

she made you cum all over the expensive fabric, squirming while she fingered you in the backseat of her car

"you're being so filthy, muñequita. por Dios, you even ruined your dress"

spanked you for being so "inconsiderate" even though it was her fault that you had a pool of cum dripping down your thighs

talking about spanking, she definitely spanks you with designer belts

like this woman does not care how much it costs

that piece of leather can pay off your rent for months

she'd probably pay off your student loans/ pay in advance for your rent and utilities

gives you a weekly allowance, sometimes buys you extra stuff if you've been good

her favorite thing to buy for you? lingerie and sex toys

makes you send her videos of you wearing them/using them on yourself

talking about texting, I think she'd leave you be most of the time since she's so busy

also enjoys the fact that you're a bare minimum engagement type of deal

she's just happy someone isn't pestering her 24/7, while she gets the advantages of making a girl squirt happy

she's constantly traveling and you don't see her for weeks sometimes

you asked her what she does because you got curious

"don't worry your pretty little head with useless details, cariño"

but she expects you to show up when she tells you to

on time, god forbid you're late

she had to wait for five minutes, you had to listen to her complain for hours

while her favorite strap stretched you out so good

makes you apologize and beg for forgiveness, promise you won't be late again

while bullying her strap into your already sensitive pussy, crying from the overstimulation as you whimper out promises and pathetic 'sorrys'

Farah Karim (fluff, i love Farah fluff okay?)

you still don't understand how it happened

like one day she was the cute regular customer at the coffee shop you worked at

and the next she was taking care of your rent and restocking your fridge

she just wanted to help you out since she had more than enough for herself

you didn't expect her to be that rich? because when she was a customer she was always dressed normal

don't get me wrong, she looked bomb, but she never gave off that 'i'm rich, look at me' energy

and she still doesn't, literally buys you the cutest stuff out of the kindness of her heart

keeps it casual, doesn't expect you to pay her back in any way

she can't help but smile when you kiss her cheek as a thank you after she hands you your allowance

doesn't want to pressure you into anything, she just likes the idea of taking care of someone

doordashes groceries for you because she knows you're too lazy to do them yourself

checks up on you every once in a while, mostly asks you to come over to keep her company and just chat

but you were renovating your apartament for a few days and you decided to stay with her

made sure you were nice and comfortable in the guest room and got everything you needed

also made sure to leave a few little gifts on your bed on your first day

got you some books and your favorite treats to keep you company while she's gone to work

and you realized you actually liked spending time with her and that her attention made you happy

so when she got home from work, two days before you were meant to leave you decided to speed things up a little

so surprised when you straddled her lap while she was talking

she thought you felt pressured to do it

she tried to start one of her monologues before you stopped her

you got so bold??? like just telling her you like her and it's not because she practically is your main source of income but because she's so nice as a person

baby got so touched she had to go smoke a cig to calm down

and now she's your girlfriend and sugar mommy

weekly dates (as long as she's not gone with work, makes up for it when she's back tho) to your favorite restaurants/locations in general

hates physical shopping but will power through for you

grabs whatever she thinks you'd look cute in and makes you try it

you got so so flustered when she gave you a revealing outfit to try on

she had already bought it in her head before you even tried it on

also loves to spoil you with little things

like getting you gorgeous flowers every week, making sure they're replaced before they wilt

ordering your favorite food for you when she works long nights

buying you the nicest skincare/makeup because she sees how your face lights up from it

i feel like she'd always bring a trinket home (uhaul lesbian things)

something that melts your heart too because she really pays attention to everything you say

like getting a box of pastries from that really luxurious bakery that's close to her office

buying you a new pair of sneakers because they match the outfit she got you last week

literally bought you a stunning outfit for your one year anniversary

dress, heels, jewelery everything designer because fuck it she loves spoiling you rotten

money comes on her card and leaves it, but you're a forever type of investment

Kate Laswell (fluff + smut)

canon mommy

also a sugar baby's dream

she paid for your drink (TF 141 went wild when they saw her)

so she pulled you to the side and paid for the rest of your consumption too and for your taxi back home

a bit sad when you told her you weren't looking for a relationship

so she did what's best and spoke to your capitalism rotten brain and asked to be your sugar mommy

you had shit to pay off okay? and she was hot and spoke to your mommy issues...

takes it slow until she doesn't anymore (with consent ofc!)

when she asked you to hang out at her place and drink some wine, you didn't think anything of it

that was until you were bent over the couch, hands pinned down as she scissored your pussy open

made a little bet with you, every minute you could last without having an orgasm, she'd give you your allowance's worth in cold hard cash

you were cocky until she stuck that fucking vibrator inside of you

she pushed it in so deep and made sure it was hitting that sweet spot that made your whole body weak

didn't even need to wait too long before you squirted on her expensive couch

you didn't get a lot of money that night....

and you lost some of your dignity too

made sure to send over a bouquet of flowers to your workplace to remind you of how expensive house cleaning got these days

so fucking cocky and flirty when she feels like it

but also a sweetheart

would regularly ask you if you were doing well and eating properly

has food delivered to your door everyday so she knows you have a balanced diet

makes you take so many days off from work until you just decide to quit

she's way too happy knowing that you're now so much more available for her use

entertains the idea of being your only source of income for a bit

"you can just relax, take it easy. i'll take care of things for you"

busy woman no. 2

but she'd never forget to take you out on a fancy date somewhere really expensive to remind you how nice she treats you

made sure you had everything you'd ever need and then fed into your little whims and fantasies

doesn't have enough time to spare for you to show her what you got but she'd be happy inside knowing you were entertained and pleased

offers to send you on your dream vacation since she can't go

you beg her for so long until she finds a way to take a short break and enjoy her time with you there

this woman is literally working in the hotel while you go out shopping

you give her a nice massage after she finishes most of it because she deserves it <3

gets room service the next day for the both of you and spends the rest of the day cuddling you and visiting places

she definitely didn't develop feelings and neither did you, no not at all

she's upfront about it because really, what's the point?

she's too old to play the whole 'chase' thing

so while you're enjoying the jacuzzi in your room and sipping on some wine, she decides that's the best moment

you nearly choke on the wine

but she looks so...<3 and you know she'd treat you so well...

[kteezy997]

The Other Man-Part Two// t.c.

Warnings: infidelity, smut, oral sex female receiving, unprotected sex, coming inside of reader, cursing, Timmy giving reader a nickname

After your encounter with Timmy, he took you home in the early morning. You were sleeping in bed when your husband woke up, so he was oblivious to the fact that you had even been gone.

You barely got any sleep, though. Visions of what happened between you and Timmy kept playing in your mind over and over. You couldn't believe it happened and you couldn't focus on anything else. It was a struggle to get anything accomplished at work. All you wanted was to see Timmy again; to feel him next to you, to hold his hand in yours, to have his luscious curls tickle your skin. Fuck, he was taking over you.

You texted him while on break at work. "I can't stop thinking about you." you wrote.

Immediately, he responded, "Me either. Best night I've had in a long time."

You made sure no one was around to see you typing the next message to a man that you weren't married to. "When can I see you again?"

Timmy again was quick to answer, "ASAP please."

You blushed and giggled at his eagerness. You told him you'd call him later after work.

You were walking out of the office, your phone in hand and tapping on Timmy's contact when Billy called you. "Fuck." you hissed, annoyed more than anything. You answered, "Hello?"

"Hey babe, I thought maybe we could go get dinner tonight?"

"Really?" you asked, surprised. He never wanted to do date nights.

"Yeah, well, my boss wants to go out so we can have some drinks and dinner and discuss some business. His wife will be there and so I thought I'd take the opportunity to show off my hot wife, and maybe you could mention what a hard worker I am."

You winced. You could practically hear Billy's arrogant smirk through the phone, this wasn't a romantic gesture at all, it was about being a big shot in front of his boss. "Actually, I'm getting together with my friends tonight. Sorry."

"Aw shit. Okay, well, I guess I'll talk to you later then. Bye." Billy said, then ended the phone call.

god he's annoying. you thought.

The phone rang only twice before Timmy picked up.

"Hey there." he greeted you, acting all flirty.

"Hi. So, last night..." you began, not really intending to say anything more, you just aimed to get a reaction from him.

Timmy chuckled, "Last night? You called to talk about last night? I thought you wanted to see me, y/n."

The last thing he said wasn't question, he said it as a statement because it was. It was a fact that you wanted to see this man more than anything. No other discussion needed.

"Yeah, I do." you admitted, giggling like a school girl.

"Alright, how about tonight?" he suggested.

"Yes, please. We can do anything." You sounded desperate; you knew it. But you didn't care when it came to Timmy.

"Will he be home?"

"No. Business dinner with his boss. He’ll be gone all night.”

"I'll come over."

After making it home, you got prepared for whatever the night may bring. You didn't know if you the two of you were just going to hang out casually and watch tv, or if he wanted to go straight into fucking your brains out.

You wanted to be ready for either scenario. You curled and fluffed up your hair, put on some light makeup, there was no need for anything that would just be smudged later. You spritzed on some of your favorite perfume and put some lotion on your legs, making them silky smooth. You put on your most expensive lingerie, the set that Billy hadn't seen, and over that some cozy loungewear.

Your heart raced with excitement when you heard the knock on the door.

"Hey Timmy." you beamed as you opened the door, revealing his handsome face. He wore a simple outfit, just some jeans and a black hoodie.

"Hey, you." he stepped in and kissed you on the cheek, his hands met your waist. “You smell fantastic.”

You nearly melted against him but composed yourself. “Thank you.” you smiled, “Come on in, let's sit down." You took his hand, leading him to the couch in the living room.

"So, uh, Billy hasn't suspected anything?" he questioned, sitting down with you.

"No! He had no idea I was even gone last night." you rolled your eyes at the thought of Billy, not wanting him to spoil anything with Timmy.

"Good. I mean, no offense to your husband, but he's definitely not the most observant person." he shook his head, closing his eyes. "Fuck, what am I saying? I have offended this man already. Like in the worst way: I've slept with his wife." Clearly, he was a bit troubled by your shared secret.

"Timmy, stop." you said, cupping his chin, making him look at you. "Don't do this to yourself. Don't feel ashamed or guilty. Billy will never know, okay? Your girlfriend won't know either. It's just between us." You spoke softly, hoping to comfort and calm him.

"That's just the thing, y/n. I don’t feel bad, like at all. I'm so fucking into you. And I know I shouldn't be, but I think that just adds to how bad I want you.” Then there was the sight that was becoming all too familiar: him gazing down at your lips, as if he wanted to kiss you so badly that he couldn’t bare it. “It’s like we're forbidden to each other or something."

"Because we are." you pointed out.

"Right." he turned to you, leaning in close. "But I don't want this to be over." He put his hands on either side of your head, gingerly weaving his fingers through your hair.

"I don't either. I just want you." you expressed, placing your hands on his arms. "Please, just kiss me."

Without another word, Timmy pulled you in to a hearty kiss. A kiss that warmed you from the inside out. And in that moment, you realized that this was possibly more than lust. It was more than just being desired. Maybe Timmy was a piece missing from your life. You couldn't think of the other two people that would be affected by this affair. You just couldn't at this point in time. You needed to be selfish. You spent too long worrying about others, mainly your husband. And you never got anything in return from him.

Now, here was this perfect man that you had longed for, in your home, ready to make love to you, and be there for whatever you needed.

Timmy rolled his tongue in your mouth, and he tugged on your clothing. You insisted on going up to your bedroom and he agreed.

You wasted no time getting undressed and he instructed you to get on the bed. The same bed your husband slept in, just this morning, now you were naked with another man on top of it. It thrilled you.

Timmy spread you legs, kneeling between them. He slid his hands up and down the slickness of your legs. He pressed a kiss to your calf, “That scent, is it peaches?” he smirked.

You bit your lip, nodding.

Timmy let out a little chuckle. He then moved further down, and put his mouth on your clit. He started licking slowly and softly, like he was savoring you. He massaged his tongue there, making you squirm a little. You started to moan when you felt him sucking on your clit.

You looked down and watched him. You grabbed his curls gently, not pulling them. You heard soft little smacking noises coming from his lips on your wetness. You whimpered.

Then there was the flick of his green eyes looking up at you. The sexiest eye contact ever. It was so sensual, him looking into your eyes as his lips caressed your clit.

All of this reminded you of the things that your husband had never done to you. Or at least hadn't done in ages, and definitely not as well as Timmy.

"You okay?" he asked, stopping his oral performance.

"Yes," you panted, "why did you stop?"

"Just checking in, sometimes you can't tell when a woman moans or cries or whatever. I didn't know if it was too-"

"Fuck me now, Timothee." you requested.

"Oh, my full name, huh?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes playfully and tapped his chest with your foot.

“As you wish." He said, nestling himself between your legs. His cock was already hard, and he slid it into you.

You sighed in slight pain, but you welcomed the stretching caused by him. His chest was pressed against yours, his arms on either side of you. Your arms laced around his neck. He bucked into you hard and fast. Both of you were panting and moaning. Timmy kissed you, and you gasped as he bit your bottom lip, breaking the skin and making it bleed.

"Fuck Timmy." you cooed as he moved down and sucked on your neck.

He put his forehead on yours and held you tighter, fucking his hips into, filling the room with the filthy sounds of your love making. You moaned wildy.

"Shit, I'm gonna come. Ahh!" Timmy crooned. You saw his brow furrow and his lower half shook your body. His face was flushed and the veins in his neck were visible. Suddenly, you felt his warm cum leak deep into you.

Timmy exhaled and took a moment to steady himself. He then looked down at you, a little smile on his lips.

You grinned right back at him, feeling satisfied. You ran your hands up his back. His skin was lightly tacky and hot.

"Sorry I didn't pull out like last night. I'll get the morning after pill if-"

"No, it's okay. I'm on birth control. Not that Billy and I ever... but yeah. We're good."

"Okay." he grinned at you and kissed you tenderly. “You’re mine, Peaches.”

"Mm," you cooed as he pulled away, "will you stay to cuddle and watch TV with me?”

"Yeah, of course I'll stay."

From that night on, you and Timmy couldn't stay away from each other. You'd text all day long and meet up when Billy was at work or sleeping. Your husband was too oblivious and uninterested in the things you did, so he had no inkling of an idea as to what was going on outside of your marriage.

This went on for about a week or so, and it was now time for game day at your house. All of Billy's buddies were coming over to watch the hockey game, or basketball, whichever sport it was. You couldn't care less. All you cared about was Timmy. He was going to be there. Now, you couldn't just openly jump into your boyfriend's arms and makeout with him but it was always exciting to see him.

What made it even hotter was knowing that Billy would be there. You didn't really care about Billy himself, but the idea of your husband and lover being in the same room felt so dangerous and sexy.

Timmy had texted you, "I don't give a shit about the guys or the stupid game. I'm just coming for you."

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace

[nackrosor]

"Because of pizza, duh!"

Eddie Munson x plus size!Reader

Fluff - hurt/comfort

warnings: nothing major, just your mum commenting on your weight and pointing out how fat you are in front of your boyfriend Eddie 🙃

summary: you bring Eddie to your house to spend some quality time together but your mother's unsolicited comments about your weight make your insecurities resurface and your boyfriend has to remind you how much he loves you

word count: 2,8k

a/n: writing this scenario was not in my plans but it came to me all of a sudden and I had to take it out of my system asap! Also, it's my first time writing for Eddie so I fear I didn't characterise him well 😰 but hey, I hope you like it!

~

You wanted to show Eddie your latest purchase, a special edition vinyl of your favourite band and do the first listening together. You were so excited at the idea; you couldn't help but grin at Eddie on the whole way back from school to your house, as you animatedly rambled about the rare piece of collection and how lucky you had been to be able to get your hands on it.

Once inside your house, as you made your way to your room, a light growl of your stomach reminded you how hungry you were. You hadn't eaten much at the cafeteria that day and you really craved a snack.

"Let's grab something to eat first", you said to Eddie and entered the kitchen.

Your mother was leaning over the counter, skimming through a magazine. As soon as she noticed you, she smiled warmly at both of you.

"Nice to have you back, Eddie."

"Nice to see you again ma'am."

She liked him, always had and you were grateful of that. She thought he was a good young man, kind and respectful; at least on that you saw eye to eye.

Your mother focused her attention on your boyfriend, asking him about school, his uncle and whatnot. You tried not to snicker; you knew he loathed the small talk your mother usually engaged him in even though he never showed it in front of her. He was in her good graces and intended to keep it that way.

You had reached the pantry in the meantime and started scavenging through the shelves in search of the big sized bag of chips you were sure you had left there a few days ago.

"Here you are!" you whispered to yourself, a triumphant smile on your lips as your fingers found the plastic bag and grabbed it before popping it open, hand eagerly crawling in to catch a potato chip.

"Are you sure you should be eating that?"

Your hand froze.

You felt your stomach turn, a shiver run through your body. Your eyes immediately landed on your mother. She wasn't even looking at you, her gaze set on the magazine she was nonchalantly flipping the pages of.

"You don't want your clothes to get even tighter, do you?"

Hands squeezing into fists, teeth biting down hard on the soft inside of your cheeks, you were trying your best not to burst out crying right then and there.

"She ripped her jeans the other day", she casually continued, turning to Eddie, "I had to stich up a big hole on the back of them. She couldn't squeeze her big bottom in those jeans anymore... she must have put on some more weight recently."

You felt your boyfriend's eyes on you but you didn't turn, you had no intention to meet his gaze. You couldn't. You were too mortified.

"Your girlfriend here is always hungry, apparently. No one can make her stop eating... But maybe she will listen to you. You'll keep an eye on her, will you dear?"

You thought you heard Eddie try to intervene but your mother didn't let him, turning toward you and rising her voice as she adressed you.

"Unless you want Eddie to leave you because of your weight, mh honey?"

You couldn't take it anymore. It was too much. Each word felt like a direct stab to your stomach. How you wished you had the strength to say something back, to call her out on her bullshit but you couldn't, the lump in your throat made it particularly hard to even make a sound. You knew that if you only tried to open your mouth, you would immediately break down and cry and you couldn't give your mom the satisfaction of seeing you in tears.

Gathering all the will you had left you put the bag back on the shelf and silently left the kitchen, not even glancing back at Eddie or your mother once.

You heard her comment on your sudden reaction but you didn't catch any of her words. On the stairs your pace got faster, you couldn't hold your tears back any longer and you needed to shut yourself inside the safe walls of your bedroom.

As soon as you closed the door behind you, hot tears lined your cheeks and a series of sobs escaped your mouth which you immediately muffled with your hand. You didn't want them to hear you, especially your mother. You didn't want her to know how her words affected you.

How could she talk like that? Why did she say those things?

You were used to your mother's unsolicited comments on your eating habits, on your weight. She couldn't realize how hurtful her words were, how each time she got more and more under your skin and increased the hate you felt towards her but mostly towards yourself. This time however she went too far. She did it in front of Eddie and you couldn't forgive her for doing that.

The double knock on the door made you flinch and you frantically wiped the tears off your eyes, rubbing the hem of your t-shirt down your cheeks.

"It's me, baby. Can I come in?"

Eddie's sweet voice almost made you burst out crying again but you fought back the urge, sniffling hard as you moved toward your bookcase opting to distract your mind by focusing on finding the vinyl you wanted to show him.

"Yeah, come in."

You heard the door open up and close shut, then the light noise Eddie's shoes made against the parquet as he stepped forward in your room.

You didn't turn around. You were still reluctant to meet his gaze. You didn't want him to see your puffy eyes and you hoped he wouldn't mention anything that had just happened otherwise you would definitely start crying again.

"Make yourself comfortable", you said with a line of voice while crouching to look at the lowest shelf of your bookcase, "just give me a moment to find the vinyl."

"...Alright."

The noise of your bed's springs made you breathe a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't going to press you on that matter for the moment, or on how you hadn't even glanced at him since he entered the room. You could feel his stare on you though and your mother's comment about your ripped pants immediately made its way back to your mind, making you suddenly self-conscious of your crouched position. You hastily stood up and bumped your head against the edge of a shelf. A breathed "fuck" left your lips.

"Baby, you OK? Are you sure you don't want a hand? I can help you-"

You heard him shift his weight on your bed and you started to panic.

"No!" you huffed with a slightly higher tone than usual which took even you by surprise.

You peered back at him for a moment, long enough to see the frown on his face, before you turned your attention back to the messy stack of vinyls.

"Sorry... but no. Just... stay there. I know it's here, I only need to remember where I put it exactly." You mumbled in a softer tone, in an attempt to reassure and dissuade him from leaving his seat.

"Sweetheart..."

You swallowed dry at the audible hurt in his voice but kept on rummaging through your collection, fingers nervously skimming over one cover after the other. The vinyl you were looking for seemed to be nowhere. Where the heck did you put it? You could feel the nerves getting the better of you, a loud sigh escaping your lips. You caressly handled the vinyls now, scattering them on the floor. You could feel your eyes fill with tears once again but tried your hardest to repress them.

"Hey, sweetheart."

You flinched when you felt his hands on you, gently grabbing your forearms to still your frantic movements.

"Hey, it's ok."

A sob escaped you and you tried to cover your mouth with your hand to stifle it but it was too late. He had heard you and that had been enough for him to turn you around in his arms and pull you flush against him in a tight embrace.

"Just let go, sweetheart."

His gentle voice and the warmth of his body made your last walls crumble and you let your tears run free, fingers tugging at the fabric of his tee as you clung onto him for support. His arms tightened around you to still your trembling body, shaken by a loud series of sobs.

He stayed silent as he comforted you. His hand tenderly caressed your head, slowly brushing up and down your hair while the other hand placed on your lower back kept you tight and safe against him until he felt you gradually relax and your sobbing cease.

"It's for what your mom said, isn't it?"

You hummed, lightly nodding your head.

"I don't like how she talked to you, baby. She was being unnecessarily mean but... hey, I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you-"

"But she did hurt me, Eddie!" You pulled back as you looked up at him, voice cracking with emotion. "She did! And it's not even the first time she says such things to me... She always reminds me of how fat I am, how wrong I look."

You saw him shake his head, a sad look clouding his eyes. His hands instantly found your face to firmly cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears from your eyes.

"Sweetheart, nothing's wrong about you."

"Well... she clearly doesn't share your opinion. And...", you lowered your voice and looked down to avoid his gaze, "she has a point. You'll leave me sooner or later."

"What?"

You pulled away entirely, tearing his hands off of you. "I don't even know why you haven't done it yet, honestly."

"Y/n."

You kept your eyes on the floor, unable to look at his face. Your mother's words had made your deepest insecurities resurface. You've always felt unfit to be with someone like Eddie. He was so lean and handsome and funny and literally the sweetest guy you've ever met. He could do so much better than you and yet, he chose you. Why? Sometimes this question weighted so much on you, although not as much as the absence of an answer to it.

"Look at me, baby."

He nudged your face up with his fingers and you reluctantly rised your gaze.

"I haven't done it yet...", he echoed your words with a lecturing tone, "...because I would be so fucking dumb to leave the most perfect girl in the whole world."

You sighed, shaking your head but Eddie kept your chin in place.

"I'm serious, Eddie."

"I'm serious too! I mean, have you seen yourself baby? You're drop-dead gorgeous!"

He took a step back as he said that, eyes roaming up and down your figure, lingering on your hips and on your chest. His eyes rolled back into his head, hands clutching over his heart while he stepped backwards until he found the bed and flopped deadweight on it.

"Fuck baby, you're so hot I can't even look at you without getting a heart attack!"

He turned his head to look at you, flashing you a grin.

You watched him with a straight face. You were used to his theatrics and didn't really feel in the mood to play along.

"Eddie..."

"Oh no, here we go again!"

His grin turned into a frown, tongue slipping out of his mouth as he turned to stare lifelessly at the ceiling while his limbs started twitching violently, making the mattress crack loudly under him.

You let out a deep sigh but couldn't suppress the small smile that popped up on your face. He always managed to lift your spirit with his quirky antics.

"Eddie, c'mon...", you approached him, grabbing his wrists to make him stop, "I got it! Now stop!" You bent forward, putting your weight on the portion of mattress that sticked out his spread legs so you could better reach his hands and keep them still.

Eddie took advantage of your precarious stance by pulling on your arms, making you lose your balance and fall on him.

"Fuck!" You tensed immediately, hands digging in the the mattress as you frantically tried to keep your body up, not wanting to put your whole weight on him. However Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down against him, smiling widely at you.

"Eddie, I'm gonna crush you!

"Oh please do baby."

"Eds!" You groaned, giving another attempt at pulling yourself up but his grip was too tight and you eventually gave up with a sigh.

His big chocolate eyes beamed at you triumphantly.

"Your weight never scared me sweetheart, and never will. Don't let it scare you off, either." He gave your waist a gentle squeeze. "Fuck, if I'm being honest, it even adds to your beauty but hey, that's just me."

The grin that spread on his face, gradually made way to a more serious expression which took your guard off a bit.

"And by saying that I don't mean that if you ever decide to lose weight I won't be attracted to you anymore. It's your body, it's your choice, you can do whatever you want with it baby. But you can be one hundred percent certain that I'd be at your side in every case. And you know why?"

He searched your face, the angle of his lips curling up in a small lovely smile.

"Because I love you, princess. So fucking much. I love literally everything about you... And not your weight nor what your mother thinks of you, not even what you think of yourself can ever change that. You understand?"

You could feel your eyes fill with tears once again, a warm tingly feeling growing in your stomach. The way he was looking at you was so earnest and his words sounded so genuine and sincere. You wondered how could you have ever doubted him in the first place.

"I...", he leaned forward, placing a small kiss on your forehead, "...love...", he pecked the tip of your nose, making you chuckle, "...you." His eyes bored into yours for a lingering moment, the sweetest smile hovering over his lips before he closed the distance, taking your mouth in his in a searing kiss.

His hands travelled eagerly down your back, fingers digging possessively in the soft flesh of your sides, pulling you as close to him as possible.

You lost yourself in the kiss, literally feeling all your insecurities melt away. You responded to his passion, deepening the kiss, fingers tangling in his hair. You wanted to make sure he knew you loved him just as much.

When you pulled back to catch your breath, he leaned his forehead against yours, cradling you adoringly in his arms.

"Now...", he whispered, placing another peck on your hairline, "...what do you say if we go to my trailer, eat the hugest pizza we can find and listen to your vinyl while we cuddle?"

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you smiled back at him, hand moving on his face to caress his cheek.

"That sounds like the best plan ever, Eddie... but we still have to find the vinyl."

You propped yourself up by your hands, a frown taking over your features as you looked at the messy pile of vinyls spread on the floor.

Eddie pulled himself up, settling you on his lap while he turned to his right, stretching his arm toward your nightstand. He grinned at your confused face before he revealed the vinyl you were looking for, playfully twirling it in his hand.

"You were too focused on avoiding me that you didn't even glance to the right side of the room."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance but the smile that spread on your lips betrayed you.

"Alright, alright. Now let's go!"

"Mh, why so eager sweetheart?" His hands instantly found your hips and tugged you closer, teeth grazing his bottom lip as he leaned in.

You mirrored his movement, lips brushing against his only to tease him with the lightest of pecks before you pinched him on the side and ran out of the room while he writhed in agony.

"Because of pizza, duh!"

You grinned to yourself when you heard him chuckle and sprint out the door to catch up with you.

"Bested by a pizza! Oh, how can my ego survive such a vile affront!"

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[juminies]

hi, any thoughts on jumin and rika and how he saw her? i love your jumin takes so i'm very interested in hearing your opinion on this

Hi! This is one of those things I've been meaning to talk about forever but never really had the motivation to get around to writing about, so you've opened a door for me to finally attempt to get my thoughts down. Sorry if it's a little muddled or convoluted :')

Disclaimer I will be ignoring the existence of the ssum because even though I know there has been Jumin and Rika related shenanigans over there they are not part of mystic messenger canon to me whatsoever 💜

I have always felt as though when it comes to Jumin and Rika’s relationship in particular a lot of people look at them far too simply without considering, in particular, Jumin’s view on love and human connection in its entirety—the fact that prior to his route he has not witnessed healthy love up close his entire life (including the "love" between V and Rika, even if they seemed good together on the surface). He is, as such, very hesitant to get close to it, and doesn't think about it as a realistic scenario for himself despite his admitted loneliness.

Jumin is very averse to making new connections in general; he struggles socially, is used to being viewed as something people can use for their own benefit rather than his own person, and V is the only real friend he has ever made of his own volition. Consequently his adoration and loyalty for Jihyun were bound to extend to anyone he loved too, and it just so happened that the person V loved was Rika, who confronted Jumin in a way that even his lifelong best friend didn't. There was a level of emotional vulnerability with Rika that V—like Jumin—was uncomfortable expressing, and so she brought out a different (new) side of Jumin. It wasn’t entirely one-sided either, as Rika also confided in Jumin in a way that she admitted she couldn't even to Jihyun at least once. Jumin and V have seemingly always had a tendency to undershare and Rika, as the person closest to them, definitely knew that. So she and Jumin developed this weird little friendship where they were both closer to V than they were to each other, but neither of them could quite confide in him the way they could to one another. She was also one of very few people (especially pre-RFA) who never saw him as just his talent, his position, his wealth. He liked that she saw the ugly parts of him too. She made him feel comfortable and free. He could just be Jumin, not C&R's Jumin Han, you know?

But it’s important to remember when thinking about them that Rika was very likely the first time anyone had ever talked like this with Jumin, and really tried to get him to dig deeper into his own emotions in a way that wasn’t belittling. Jumin represses and has always repressed. He had always tucked feelings he found inconvenient away ASAP, hidden even from himself. But Rika saw him as a person, and intentionally or not she tapped into the parts of Jumin that he tried to hide away and gave him an outlet nobody else had ever really allowed him. It became something that he associated with her and her alone.

I wanted to avoid just throwing big VN chunks in here but this one in particular is so important to deducing their relationship, so I am just going to put the standout parts here ->

Now the thing with Rika is that, the way I see it, it can be difficult to determine what is genuine with her and what isn’t. She didn't have anything to gain from specifically Jumin the way others did, but Rika has this fundamental need for people to see her as good and honest, and she needs to be admired even when she doesn't truly believe she deserves it (or otherwise when she doesn’t truly deserve it). The situation with Saeran aside I don't think that she takes to explicitly or purposefully lying much, but outside of her relationship with Jihyun(?) she is a people pleaser to the highest degree because she seeks constant reassurance that she is not completely evil.

This exchange, for example, has always felt incredibly off to me

because there is something in it that subtly pushes Jumin into a corner in what can be easily interpreted as attempt to seek validation. It happens in a serious conversation immediately after Rika asks if he trusts her and he tells her "of course I do." It feels almost like she's testing him; trying to see how far his loyalty to both herself and V stretches. There's a very real possibility that she knew how highly he held her and attempted to use it to reassure herself. To quietly push him to make her feel desirable—lovable—perhaps? This probably isn't the only time similar occurrences popped up. I don’t think she intended to cheat, and she would have known that Jumin would never betray Jihyun like that anyway, but I do know that she felt unfulfilled with V and it’s not a stretch to say she would seek similar reassurance elsewhere. A little bit like she does with MC in V route, really.

Then there's the projection onto Elizabeth, which is in my opinion a coping mechanism not for Rika's absence specifically but rather for Jumin's general loneliness. This, obviously, was not romantic (the fact I have to clarify this is absurd but I have seen some... interesting takes over the years), but Jumin admits himself that he viewed Elizabeth like a confidant. Him turning to Elizabeth was him knowing that he could not continually go to Rika when he needed emotional support because she quite clearly expressed she wanted him to find it elsewhere, however it makes sense that he struggled to disassociate Elizabeth from Rika when Rika was the only person he felt could see him for what he really is. He was not presented with any other legitimate option. I do feel it’s quite interesting when trying to comprehend how much Rika really cared for him that she seemingly didn’t know the extent of Jumin’s emotional reliance on her.

When all is said and done though, I think that claiming Jumin was in love with Rika is both untrue and far too simple. To be honest I genuinely don't even believe Jumin himself knows how he truly felt about Rika, really. He's the king of burying his emotions and he is loyal beyond belief, so I do think that if there had been romantic feelings for her mixed up in him somewhere (which there very probably were, though a bit warped due to his aforementioned lack of perspective on healthy love) he wouldn't have let himself unpack them enough to realise that's what they were. What he did definitely do, though, was put her on a pedestal as the only woman he felt like he could legitimately trust with anything. At the point where they were the closest every woman before her had either abused him or had an ulterior motive, but Rika was unique. She wasn’t trying to get close to him for sex or connections or monetary gain. She brought out a curiosity in him that nothing and nobody else but V had been able to before. Jumin had so little real, genuine, heartfelt human connection. Of course he was going to get attached to her, but I don't think that he’s lying when he says he didn't even think about it because she was his best friend’s girlfriend. Around the time that he opens up about Rika I cannot see him intentionally lying to MC whatsoever. She was his friend. He trusted her. I actually think the way he feels about Jihyun is incredibly similar to how he felt about Rika.

As a final note, Jumin knowing the truth about V's eyes, along with the assertion that MC is "warm and soft... unlike Rika" are very intriguing. They're the main two things that suggest to me that while he admired her on the surface he quite clearly had some much deeper, more complex feelings about Rika (particularly closer to her "death"), but still chose to put his faith in Jihyun’s judgement rather than doubting Rika while she was around. I think it's very possible that after witnessing the selfless kind of care that MC provides he started to really pick up and reassess the colder side of Rika's behaviour, so to speak. Not even strictly things that happened in bad faith (she did genuinely hold RFA members highly after all), but she has a very twisted view of what is good for both herself and others, and it’s one that Jumin does not mesh with.

[howlingday]

Personally, if I wrote for Vol 8, I wouldn't have some big argument about Yang and Blake telling Robyn about Amity. I would have just had someone bring it up, Yang and Blake try to justify what they did, and then everyone just glares at them. No shouting, no arguing, just cold glares telling the two of them they messed up. Imagine how heart wrenching (but a little badass) it would be if Yang tried to get Ruby to agree, only for her little sister to shut her down and go into leader mode, not wanting to hear Yang explain how she and Blake broke her's, Weiss, and Team JNPRr's trust. Imagine Blake and Yang seeing that, while their hearts where in the right place, their actions had personal consequences. The amount of drama and tension would have been soul crushing, but so reliving when they reunite back at the mansion and get to have a proper talk. (Sorry that I keep bringing this up. I'm a little hyper on sugar at the moment)

Nah, nah, it's cool.

Rewriting Volume 8, though... It could be written better. Starting off at right about... "Worst Case Scenario". Right after Ironwood gives the order to capture Robyn Hill and Tyrian Callows, we cut to Blake and Yang talking about whether or not they should have told Ironwood about what they learned about Salem. Yang says that he should know because he deserves to know what he's getting himself into, "like we all did". Blake argues that Ironwood would just overreact, like he's doing now with his plans for martial law, to which Yang agrees, but mostly because there's not a lot of good options for their current situation. And then...

Oh... Oh god dam- MOTHER FUCKER! THEY DID REFERENCE ADAM! Fucking- AGH! THIS is your attempt at giving us closure about them murdering Adam?! Just vaguely referencing what happened in Seeing Red?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Anyways, Yang then comes up with the idea to not ambush Robyn. When they finally catch up to her, they try to reason that Ironwood already knows about the supplies missing and how he plans on sending more than "just a couple of kids". Robyn then shows off her semblance, natural lie detector that she is, and learns that Ironwood is using the Amity Colosseum to build a new communication tower.

They then discuss what Ironwood is trying to accomplish with all this secrecy, and to be honest, I can't argue with his logic. Salem is coming to Atlas, as evident by the presence of Tyrian Callows, who Ironwood knows is in her inner circle. Trust is a big part of the Atlas arc, and Ironwood can't trust anybody but himself. Enacting martial law would give him a tighter grip on control on the kingdom, allowing him to personally redirect resources and manpower wherever without any civilian or rebel interference. And what would happen if everyone knew about Amity Colosseum being used this way? Well, Tyrian is going to go on another killing spree until there's enough Grimm there to prevent ANY construction. Salem is playing a game where she has every advantage.

But back to Yang and Blake telling everyone everything, it's shortly after this that player three enters the chat. Knock, knock, who's there?

It's HER... with HER.

These two menaces show up and drive the schism even further after Ironwood decides to tell everyone about Salem. Unfortunately, even after collaborating with Robyn Hill on this, he becomes injured fighting Arthur Watts and orders martial law to be enacted, resulting in THE DUMBEST FIGHT IN RWBY HISTORY! ...But I digress. Anyway, Ironwood can't trust anyone anymore and, in his defense, he didn't think to ask Robyn if she or anyone she knew was working with Salem. Not accusing her of it, but I still feel like if you're paranoid to think that anyone could be working with Salem, you'd start having a woman who can get you an honest answer on your staff ASAP. Then Ironwood makes his plan known after Salem makes her presence known, and Team RWBY stand together when Ironwood makes the decision to raise Atlas into the sky. Team RWBY stand against him, leading us to probably the second-best fight of V7 (if it's war that you want, then you got it! If it's pain, then I've brought what you need! If it's true what they say, that you're the best, then let's play!). Ruby quickly lets JNR and Oscar know before martial law is established and the group becomes public enemy number one.

But hold on! When does Ruby and Yang start yelling at each other? When do we get to an actual answer to the ask? Well, I guess it comes in the next Volume, right after a word from our sponsors!

And we're back! Welcome to V8, where we can finally have the answer to the question of "How should Ruby have reacted?" First, real quick, here's why she didn't respond before; General Ironwood dropped the bigger truth bomb, and Salem dropped the biggest truth bomb by saying "Your mother."

Honestly, we were about to get a Ruby v. Yang matchup until Ren stepped in to remind everyone that the plot is happening, and he just wants to get this Volume over with already. Straight from "Divide":

Yang: What you’re saying is it can’t be done. It’s pointless. And even if you got the message out, there’s no guarantee help would come. Ruby becomes annoyed while Yang speaks. Ruby: It’s not pointless! Atlas is only Salem’s current target. She’s not hiding anymore and once she’s done here she’ll move on to the rest of Remnant. We need to warn them! Yang stands in silence for a moment. Yang: Ruby… when we came here, we said we’d follow your lead… but... things haven’t exactly worked out. Ruby recoils somewhat with a mix of emotions on her face. Yang’s statement elicits various reactions from Weiss, Nora, Oscar and Penny, as well. Yang: I just-- Ren steps forward, interrupting Yang. Ren: There are people here who need us right now.

And again, I reiterate, ad nauseum, RWBY focuses too much on the plot to let their characters be themselves. That's why we never got a beach episode. If the plot WASN'T happening so much, we'd probably get a scene like this...

Yang: I just- Ruby steps closer. Ruby: You just what? You just thought you'd go off on your own behind our backs? Do things without telling us? Yang huffs, narrowing her eyes at Ruby. Yang: You're not the boss of me, Ruby. Ruby: I'm your leader! I am EXACTLY your boss! Yang: You don't to make my decisions for me! Ruby: After everything you just did, as your leader, clearly, I do! Blake steps closer to Yang and Weiss steps closer to Ruby. Yang then raises her hand to Ruby's hood, her eyes flashing red for a moment before she softens and lowers her hand. She then walks away to lean against the wall. Yang: Yeah... Okay... Whatever you say, miss "leader". Weiss and Blake let out sighs and relax a bit, though Ruby does cast a glare at Blake for a moment, making her flinch. Ruby then walks away, as distant to Yang as she could. Ren then steps closer, looking uncomfortable as he glances between the feuding sisters. Ren: ...So, uh, what should we do now?

AAAAAND scene! How's that? This also sets up for Blake and Ruby apologizing later in their episode of infiltrating AND sets up for a much more touching reunion between Yang and Ruby!

[garbinge]

In the Midst of Chaos

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Prompt: Bandaging them up while you both tell each other about your day

A/N: okaaaaay, so first time posting this year but I have some stuff in the works I hope to get out ASAP! Enjoy my first ever Javi fic. Watched Narcos last year, indulged in way too much Javi fic and then went back down my Pedro Pascal rabbit hole because of TLOU so a Narcos rewatch happened and now, well, this happened! Please be kind as it’s my first time writing for Javi (and Narcos!).

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, light angst, mentions of bullets + blood, canon-level mentions of violence, guns, shooting, etc.

Narcos Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)

The swarm of people in and out of the clinic on a normal day was enough to give anyone anxiety, but the buzz around the space currently was a little more intense. The shooting happened in the blink of an eye. One minute you were treating a wound infection on a young woman and the next you both were diving under the exam table for cover. 

The window was high and the building was made from thick concrete which made it hard for stray bullets to graze you or your patient but the glass shards made their way down to you. Your face was covered in cuts, nothing too serious but your arm needed some tending to, maybe a couple stitches. 

But that was your last concern. You made sure your patient was okay first, instructing her to stay under the table until the police arrived, and immediately went to find Connie. 

Chaos. That was the best way to describe the atmosphere in the clinic, but you kept your cool. Living in Colombia all these years had taught you that a clear head was the best way to survive. Your eyes scanned around to see the blond hair woman who was a little more frantic than you. You couldn’t blame her, though. This was her first month being here and after experiencing a hold up at the airport, a dead cat, and now a shooting…there wasn’t much less you would expect from her in this scenario. In all honesty, she was holding her own pretty well. 

She turned to you and ran, you brought her into the room you were originally in, expecting to see the patient under the table still but she was gone. In the midst of the chaos you let out a disappointing sigh, you knew your best bet was to stay in one place, with the way the bullets had been shot it was likely a drive by and no threats were in the building, but the anxiety of it all was that you couldn’t be 100% sure.  

Connie was sobbing at this point, her cries were silent as you both sat huddled together on the ground. You were thankful for that at least, you didn’t have to add tension to the situation by quieting her down. What felt like hours had passed, but as you kept your eyes focused on the clock you knew it was barely 15 minutes… you heard tires squeal outside, more clear than ever before since the window was non-existent now. You heard the voices outside, you could tell they were the police just by how they spoke, less slang and franticness in their tones but more purpose and firmness. 

Even with that knowledge, it didn’t make the door opening to your exam room feel any less daunting but when you saw his face you let out the exhale you had been holding the entire time. 

Connie was out of your arms in seconds when she saw her knight in shining armor’s face, engulfing Steve in an embrace with no concept of letting go. Steve was looking her over immediately, asking her questions. His eyes glanced over towards you when Connie mentioned your name in her mile a minute explanation of what was happening. Javi was already moving over to you, but just before he was standing in front of you, you noticed Steve had given you a nod. His way of thanking you before bringing Connie to the medic for a full check. 

Moving your stare back to Javi, you could see his shoulders slump in a bit of relief when you offered him a look to let him know you were okay, your face softening and your breath starting to inhale and exhale properly versus just minutes before. Part of him was happy you weren’t dead or bleeding out but another part of him was distraught you were dragged into another situation like this. 

“I’m okay.” You whispered as he guided you up off the ground. No amount of facial expressions or body language would match the relief of actually hearing those words. Despite that, there was no embrace or hug or urgency in his moves as he guided you to the table that you had been hidden under just minutes before. It wasn’t like him, his main concern was to make sure you were physically okay which is why his eyes scanned over yours and then continued over the rest of your body. 

“Shit.” His eyes stopped at your right arm, his touch was light as he moved it around to get a better look. 

“We match.” You said nodding to his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and the blood from the cut was seeping onto his shirt. The bullet proof vest sitting only inches from the cut.

Javi’s head dropped and when he picked it back up there was a small smile on his face. “You or me?”

“You talk first, I patch up.” You were moving to the counter where all your medical supplies were. Your luck must’ve not completely run out because despite there being glass everywhere the area of the counter where the gauze and bandages were was untouched. You jimmied the draw open that always was getting stuck and pulled out the antibiotic cream, saline, and alcohol. 

You turned around to place the items on the exam table to see Javi had taken off his jacket and rolled up the sleeve of his t-shirt button up. A laugh left your mouth at the site of it. 

“Shirt off and start talking, Peña.” 

Javi laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt. 

“It’s not that serious, I jumped off a balcony.” 

You rolled your eyes as you poured saline over the wound and touched up the edges with gauze. 

“Who were you chasing?” The question rolled off your tongue like you weren’t asking something extremely classified. Peña didn’t answer right away which made you ask a different question with a little more worry in your tone. “Who was chasing you?” 

He looked up at you as you asked, you were now grabbing the alcohol and getting ready to pour it on the gauze to disinfect the wound. 

“Sureshot.” 

Your eyes darted to him when he said it, you expected him to say no name at all, but when you heard the nickname of one of Pablo’s closest men, you were shook to your core. 

“and you had it right the first time, we were chasing him.” 

“We?” You asked as you moved his shoulder in preparation of the sanitizing to come. 

“Okay, I.” Javi corrected himself. 

You patted the alcohol soaked cotton against his open wound without warning and he hissed. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” He surrendered.

It was your one rule. Never be alone. Either of you. With the targets you both had on your back, it was a piece of comfort you both had in the midst of all the crazy shit always happening.

“Don’t apologize, just fuckin’ do it Javi.” The tone you used wasn’t mean, just exhausted. 

“Baby, I’m..” He wanted to come up with an excuse but he stopped himself and nodded in agreement. 

You were starting to put a few butterfly bandages on the cut when you saw the bruises on his side. 

“A balcony, huh?” You softened your tone even more. 

“Still hurts less than you yellin’ at me.” He said that sentence with a full texan accent and it warmed your heart. 

“It’s because I care, mi amor.” The pet name rolled off the tongue, it had been years of you calling him that, years of you two being in what felt like groundhogs day in Colombia. You moved here for mission work looking for purpose and ended up finding love. Meeting Javi was luck but marrying him was fate. Going to that little chapel in Cartegena, one day you were celebrating a wedding, and the next you were both back in the front lines of your lives. Haven’t looked back since. 

“Speaking of caring, I really would like to take a look at that.” The cut on your arm looked worse, it definitely needed to be stitched up, and there was a chance there was still glass stuck in it.

“I can have Connie fix me up, don’t you have to get back to work?” 

Outside the exam room it was bustling with people, members of the search bloc, regular street cops, more DEA members and CIA from what you could tell. 

“Carrillo is here, he can handle it with Steve. My priority is you.” He was sliding his shirt back on as he stood up, nodding at the table for you to take a seat. 

“Steve is going to be tied up with Connie, she’s a little shaken up.” 

Javi turned to look at you, a little shocked by what you said. He knew Connie could hold her own which just made the reality of what happen really sink in more him. He could have lost you.

“Bottom left drawer.” Now, you were sitting where Javi just was, back to the medical supplies as he searched for what you assumed to be your stitch kit. You didn’t need to be looking at him to know what he was doing. Making his way over, he decided to sit across from you instead of leaning over you, patting his thigh so you could rest your arm there as he treated the wound. 

“What happened?” The tweezers were picking at the glass shards that were still lodged inside. 

While you weren’t flinching, your face was scrunched up as he picked at the wound. “One minute I was seeing a patient, the next we were being rained on by bullets and glass. It had to be a drive by, I didn’t hear anyone inside.” You gave him all the information you had. 

“It was the cartel.” Peña was now dropping the tweezers into the petri dish. “Grip my hand.” He ordered you as he picked up the alcohol bottle. Your cut was much deeper than his and yours was way more likely to be infected so pouring the rubbing alcohol on it was the only way to be sure you were killing off any unwanted bacteria and Javi knew that. 

“The cartel?” You questioned, ignoring his request. 

“Cariño, por favor.” He begged you now with glistening eyes and an extended hand for you to grip. You obliged, taking his hand and gripping it tight. “Deep breath,” he said calmly and breathed in with you, “on the count of three,” he began to count down the numbers, “1,” and the minute the last syllable hit the roof of his mouth the alcohol was being poured on the wound. It was like him to have you prepare for 3 and go on 1, even though it hurt more, you knew it was smart. Your body tensed, you flinched back, but your hand got caught in Javi’s grip and his eyes glued to yours. “Deep breaths, baby.” 

“I’d rather have you yelling at me.” You referenced him from mere moments ago. He laughed at the comment and grabbed gauze to pat the wound dry and clean up any blood he could. 

“I think the cartel knows the girl is here.” Peña’s voice whispered. That context was enough, you knew he was talking about Elisa, Steve had been extremely upset with the appearance of the guerrilla communist, and while Javi was too, he was a little less forthcoming about it. Now with what happened, Steve was going to shout his opinion from the rooftops and Javi was going to be forced to pick a side. 

“Javi, that means this entire place is compromised.” Your voice had stress behind it, this was your career, your life and life’s work. Javi had his and you never took that from him, another thing that made you two just work, you understood the importance of it all. 

“Not if we get her out.” Javi was now getting ready to stitch the cut back up. “2 stitches?” He asked before you had a minute to take in what he said. 

“2 is fine, 3 is better.” You looked down to assess it again. 

“You want a painkiller?” Javi asked as he set the sutures up in the forceps. 

The look you gave him was almost laughable, and that’s practically what he did. “Let me at least put numbing cream around it?” Javi negotiated with you not wanting to add any more pain to your day. 

The look you gave him was enough of an answer and he threw his hand up in surrender and began to thread the suture through your skin. Your face stayed brave, your jaw might have chiseled out at points as you clenched your teeth to fight through the sting. Javi checked on you when appropriate, not enough to prolong the process but just for a second after each stitch. When Javi finished the second stitch and looked up to read your face, you spoke up. 

“How do we get her out?” Your brain was trying to wrap itself around the idea he mentioned earlier. 

“You aren’t going to like it.” That was one thing about Javi, he kept it straight with you. It wasn’t always like that, in the beginning there was a sort of a bliss to your relationship, but it didn’t last long. Javi called you from his apartment at 4 in the morning, telling you to come over. Walking into a room with him a bloody mess wasn’t what you were expecting but it’s what got the walls to break down between you. It’s also what made it real, it wasn’t just a fling, something to pass time, it was then where you realized you both supported each other's purpose.

“Do you?” You asked him. “Do you like the plan?” 

“Less like and more that there’s no other option.” Javi got ready to thread the last stitch through.

“You want me and Connie to bring her out.” It was easy to read the situation. 

Javi offered a small nod and looked up at you, it was to get a sense of your thoughts but also to check on you as he finished the last stitch. 

“I think that you don’t like that plan.” A smirk filled your face. 

“You’re right, I don’t.” The gauze wrapped around your arm as he was bandaging it up. 

“What’s Texas like?” You asked him, sincerely. There was nothing more to discuss. Whether either of you liked it, it was happening. You and Connie were going to have to help Elisa escape, there was only one other option which was to deal with more of what had just happened…and that was an option you both liked significantly less. Instead of dwelling, arguing or giving Peña a chance to do the same, you changed the topic.

“Beautiful,” he reminisced, “like you.” 

“Ahhhh, Agent Peña, the smooth talker. I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

You smiled up at him as he stood up from the exam table. His hand was now intertwined with your injured one, bringing it up to press a soft kiss to the back of it. You had mere seconds before the both of you were about to reenter the chaotic investigation that was happening outside. He’d pull you into questioning with other members of his team, you’d have to treat people who were likely trampled on in the flight to escape bullets, and you’d have to tell your story of events likely 50 times over so Javi stood there with his lips on the back of your hand making the seconds feel like hours before the both of you were up and standing at the door of the exam room.

You both stood straight ahead before Javi looked to where you on his right and squeezed your hand to get your attention back on him. 

“When we catch Escobar, I’m getting us a first class ticket to show you all over Texas.”

[littlemissaddict]

Please may I have a Stranger things scenario of when Steve made a big mistake of teasing you (you are the older sister of Will Byers and you are the same age as Steve and everything) when you were not smiling or anything for the last few days and it was for obvious reasons..Will was missing and you were worried and you snapped at Steve to leave you alone and you didn't care if you practically humiliated him in front of his friends and the others when you said that you were not smiling because your brother was missing and you were not smiling because Steve was bothering you nonstop and you lost it completely in the cafeteria.

(Steve and the reader weren't even together yet)

https://youtu.be/bTDjnrOiSHY?si=fG2bZvCb0LyCIzZN (How the girl reacted to the catcalling was exactly how you reacted to Steve teasing you wrongly)

Hi, I'm sorry this took a while to write and it feels really short so if you want a follow up of them making up and trying to be friends or even how I imagine they get together then please let me know :) Also just realised I've automatically written this as fem!Reader, if you would like this changed let me know and I'll change it asap for you but anyway I hope you enjoy it...

“Come on, give us a smile” Steve urged, nudging her with his elbow as they sat in the cafeteria. For some unknown reason Steve had invited himself to sit with her and Nancy at lunch despite the fact that he and Nancy had broken up and she had made it very clear that she didn’t like him, something that only Barb seemed to agree with or she did until she went missing.

She stared blankly at him, what did she have to smile for, not only was Barb missing, so was her little brother, Will, and he had been for far longer than Barb and yet the police seemed to have given up in their search for him. They seemed to have come to the conclusion that Will was dead and that was the end of it, only she was convinced of the opposite as was Jonathon and her mom who for the past few weeks had pretty much given up on everything to find him.

“Just a little smile, just for me, yeah” Steve carried on and she felt Nancy shift beside her, her body learning forward over the table to look at Steve and she knew that Nancy was about to say something. With a gentle hand to Nancy’s arm she stopped her with a reassuring squeeze, this was her fight and she was going to fight it.

“I’m not smiling because Will is fucking missing,” she spit through gritted teeth, anger building up inside her at how blase he was being about the missing kids. She’d have thought the very public break up between him and Nancy would have knocked him down a few pegs and made him realise that the world didn’t revolve around him but it seems it didn’t but hopefully she would. She also didn’t care if she embarrassed him in front of her friends or even the whole school but maybe if she could make him feel even a smidge of what she was feeling then she’d be happy.

“And I’m also not smiling because you’re fucking talking to me” she spat, now standing from her chair. The abruptness of her movement caused it to squeak loudly across the cafeteria floor, loud enough for the tables around them to hear it over the noise in the rest of the cafeteria as they all turned to look at the pair of them. “You fucking fuck!” her voice was raised even louder now as she let her anger take over, something she never did as she was always more like her mother than her father in that sense, always shying away from the sounds of her father’s raised voice but Steve was constantly pushing her buttons and this was the final straw. Somehow it felt like the only way to make him listen.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean-'' Steve tried to diffuse the situation, unquestionably aware of the stares in their direction.

“Whatever” she glared, reaching down for her bag and turning sharply away from the table as she made her way out of the cafeteria.

Nancy shook her head at him as he looked forlornly from her retreating form to where she was still sitting at the table. “You’ve really done it this time Steve” she sighed, standing from the table, albeit less abruptly, following in her earlier footsteps by grabbing her bag and following the same path out of the cafeteria that she had, knowing that she would be in need of a friend at a time like this.

[sugarmapl]

Prompt time!

Scara being a brat cuz he wants negative attention and Kazuha not falling for it

Kazuha hugs him and scara cries

The end

Do with this what you will, but I'd like scara to have a little angst, as a treat

(No pressure though I know you got stuff going on! Have a fantastic day and remember to drink water and do your stretches!)

Awww thank you so much!! I hope you have a great day as well <3 and I gotta say, this prompt was awesome! I really liked writing it so much that I jotted this down ASAP! I really really hope you like it!! (p.s. i love scara angst!)

kazuscara drabble ~800 words; angst with a happy ending :)

a name

Scara was bored. Kazuha had been busy all morning with “sword maintenance” and asked that the puppet not disturb him for a little while. But what was he supposed to do? Wait around like some pathetic housewife? So, of course, he had to bother the samurai.

The entire scenario reminded him of his time in the Fatui, spending long hours with Dottore in his lab. Scara would wait what felt like an eternity while The Doctor was busy with an experiment, or pouring over results of a test they had just run. Inevitably, the puppet would grow restless in his boredom and end up pestering Dottore one way or another until the fellow harbinger had enough and snapped at him.

He would “punish” Scara by hitting him, or cutting him open, or calling him a series of colorful and degrading names. But Scara never minded those “punishments”. Secretly, he craved them. In those moments, he always had The Doctor’s full attention. No matter what insulting words and names were thrown at him, he loved them all. Because they were his. Scara had never gotten a proper name, so he would take anything he could get.

The puppet wondered if the same method would work on Kazuha. If he bothered him enough, would the samurai “punish” him too? He decided it was worth a shot. It had been a while since he craved such strong attention, and it had already been hours since Kazuha went into the other room to polish and sharpen his blade. Apparently, it had some kind of spirit trapped inside of it, so it required special attention. But Scara required special attention, too!

Without further hesitation, he pushed open the wooden door to their little makeshift blacksmithy. Instantly, Kazuha’s head whipped around at the intrusion.

“Scara, I thought I asked you not to disturb me,” the samurai said calmly. He wouldn’t be an easy one to break.

“Yeah, so what? You expect me to listen? I’m bored,” Scara whined. He started fiddling with the smithing tools on the workbench, picking them up and playing with them before putting them back down in a different place.

Kazuha was very orderly when it came to the tools, so the puppet knew that the action would get on the samurai’s nerves. However, Kazuha surprisingly remained unflinching, merely letting out a light sigh.

“Please don’t touch those. I’m almost done, so just wait outside,” he said in his usual gentle tone.

Scara was unsatisfied. Shouldn’t he be getting annoyed by now? Dottore always hated when he messed with his stuff, he assumed most humans would be no different. That would have been more than enough to set The Doctor off by now. Maybe Kazuha just needed an extra little push.

The puppet walked over, draping himself across Kazuha’s body and leaning into him. The samurai sat with his sword in his hand, and from the added pressure was forced to double over at the waist. He merely grunted, but made no move to push Scara off or smack him like the puppet expected.

“I’m not gonna leave until you play with me. Haven’t you given the stupid sword enough attention already?” he grumbled from on top of him. As he spoke, he increased the pressure on the other’s back.

“I only need a few more minutes, I promise,” Kazuha told him gently.

Now Scara was the one getting annoyed. Why wasn’t Kazuha getting angry? Why wasn’t he caving? Was Scara so inconsequential in the samurai’s eyes that he wasn’t even worth getting upset over? Frustrated, he reached down and yanked the red blade out of Kazuha’s hands before chucking it across the room.

“No, I want you to be done now,” he spat bitterly. He didn’t know why he was getting so angry. He was supposed to be the one pissing Kazuha off, but the samurai’s indifference stung even more.

“Scara!” Kazuha finally cried in exasperation once his sword had been tossed away. But he still didn’t sound irritated, more like surprised. Just how much patience could one person have?

“What’s the matter with you?” Scara couldn’t help but ask.

Kazuha looked back at him in confusion. He finally stood up so that they were facing each other. “With me?”

“Yes! Why don’t you push me off? Or call me names, or smack me, or-”

“Is that what you want?” Kazuha asked, still perplexed.

“I just want you to do something, anything, but you won’t even acknowledge me! I-”

He stopped talking, because in an instant Kazuha had wrapped him into a hug. It was tight, but not suffocating. Soon after, Scara felt a soothing hand running up and down his back.

“What-”

“I’m sorry,” Kazuha interrupted him in a whisper. The words brushed the puppet’s ear, making their way to his non-existent heart where they settled like an anchor.

Scara couldn’t even reply because he was too busy choking back a sob. Subconsciously, his own arms raised to wrap around Kazuha and return the hug just as the first tear slipped free. From there, it was like the floodgates had opened, and suddenly the samurai’s shoulder was drenched.

“It’s okay,” Kazuha said softly, “I see you, darling.”

And that only made Scara cry harder. He had just received his first precious name.

[nightfall-1409]

Writer's Update

Hi everyone <3 sorry things are taking a bit of time, I'm going through An Ordeal and that has regrettably been the case of late. I don't like to publicly air too much, but it's led to some delays. Not dead, but, just some updates under the cut with some snippets <3

So I, As My Mother Before Me

Obviously my mother's day side story for sabine missed the deadline, I'll get that out ASAP (as soon as its done), and the teaser for it is that it covers Sabine's 'missing' time in the fic, and threading the needle wrt Ursa, Myles, and those sorts of background elements in the fic, as well as letting me, Nightfall, meditate on what exactly I want to have the connective tissue be for her background. It's probably for the best it got delayed so much, as it'll contain some spoilers for later content in (Re)Convene, depending on how long that takes me to catch up.

Snow makes the world quiet, still, and then she interrupts it. Sabine gasps as she feels it against her flight suit, cold, and sudden, and wakes in a horrible instance. There is snow and trees all around her, and the forest is quieter still.  She knows this forest, but it’s an impossibility. She stands, barely needing a moment to collect herself before she’s calling for, “Ahsoka!”  There is no one around.  She lowers her rangefinder, scans her surroundings, ignores her gut screaming at her that she knows this place. Hu-Yang or Ahsoka would chide her, tell her that she should at least make the attempt of meeting her surroundings, connecting with them.  But that is not her way, it is not the Mandalorian way, and in an emergency scenario where she didn’t know what was happening, she’d not out herself to their enemies.   She’s bringing Ezra home.  She’s not here.  This place isn’t real.  This place is gone, and they knew that it was being destroyed when she... Her rangefinder interrupts her thoughts, and tells her that she's on Krownest, and she bangs her hand down into the soft snow of her home again in a fist.

(Re)Convene Ch. 41 (Ezra) The Flash Of the Dark

hahah I do apologize for leaving you lot on that cliffhanger...im working through it :) In the meantime, the opener.

He finds that his teacher is in the library, and there’s an older woman next to him, grave and sad.  Quinlan’s expression too is serious.  Ezra responds by shelving any and all irritation about how many different places he’d looked in before finding the Shadow here.  “Ezra.  About time,” Quinlan jabs anyway, clearly intending to be playful and Ezra bites his tongue.  “This is Master Kostana.”  Quinlan introduces; and Ezra straightens further— this is who Obi-Wan had mentioned. “Master to Sifo-Diyas.  The council asked her to visit the Archives, to aid in the investigation of the Sith compulsion.” “Oh,” Ezra pauses, piecing together what all that means, before he softens his expression.  “Thank you for your aid, Master,” He bows his head forward slightly, and she waves one hand.  “I ought to thank you,” she says after a moment.  “For bringing his lightsaber home.” Woof.  Ezra can feel it at her side.  It is not a happy thing to know, though, and further… Ezra’s not exactly good at handling those sorts of conversations.  “Well, I wasn’t the one who…”

Other fics: Things are progressing, but perhaps not as quick as I'd like... on account of the fact I'm aiming for the clone bang sign ups at the end of June! No Spoilers yet! 😘 But I look forward to revealing it in good time. I hope to get it to the 10k mark by sign ups close on the 30th, I'm about halfway to that point rn.

[fentitrbl]

Tell Me You Love Me

"I don't regret telling you how much I loved you."

Word Count: 2,132

Chapter Four

Jasmine

July 20th, 2018

8:00am

It's been a few days since I last saw Harry at my job for his little incident and within those few days, I haven't mustered up the courage to text his number that was now saved in my phone. I have been nervous to send a text but I want to. I've even updated Lily on what happened at work and she thinks I should message him and ask when he's free for lunch. I think I will but what if he doesn't answer, what if he gave me a fake number, what if he's some super secret star that gave me a number so we couldn't meet in a public setting. Though I highly doubt it, it is still a possibility right or maybe I am just thinking too much hence the reason I'm up at 8am writing in this dingy journal.

I closed my journal and slid it back onto my dresser along with a few books I had taken from home for decoration. I had been sipping on a cup of tea from the moment I rolled out of bed this morning to try to soothe my anxiety about this whole situation. It is all I have been thinking about since the day he left the office.

I plopped out of my bed and into my kitchen to clean my mug. As I finish drying the mug, I set it aside and head into the living room. I fixed myself onto my couch where I then turned on the TV.

I picked up my phone and texted Lily. I knew she'd be up since our schedules at work typically start early in the morning.

"I think I want to text him."

a minute or two went by before I got a notification came up

Lily(imessage)

"if you are thinking about it this much, maybe you should;)"

I looked at her message and immediately went to Harry's contact, hesitantly pressing the message icon. Without replying to Lily, out of impulse I started typing.

"Hey how bout that lunch today?" I looked at my message then erased it. I thought to myself that is a little too straightforward. I tried again, "Hey how is your ankle doing." I then scratched my head and said to myself that this could work but it is also dodging his offer to lunch in a way by changing the subject to his ankle.

I then decided to slap some sense into myself and stop thinking too hard about texting him because I know for a fact that Lily would be disappointed by how much I am freaking out about this. Instead of putting too much thought into it i went all in.

"Hi." I hit send and then immediately closed the window in fear that he would either text right away or not at all.

I texted Lily back instead, "EYE TEXTED HIM???."

She immediately texted back

Lily(imessage)

"FINALLY??, I don't know what you were waiting on. LET ME KNOW ASAP WHAT HE SAYS."

I laughed slightly before putting my phone down and proceeding to get up to put my hair up and start the shower. Typically, I start my mornings very early even on my off days to avoid having to get ready later in the morning. I left my phone in the living room since I expected to go back there once I finished up.

45 minutes later

I waltz out of my room with a casual outfit on and hair slightly curled at the ends. I decided to go with a lace black long-sleeved top and some black denim jeans to match and light makeup for the day. Approaching the living room, I picked up my phone and to my ultimate surprise there was nothing from Harry. I wasn't too disappointed since the made-up scenarios in my head were starting to not sound delusional after all.

I sighed, as I grabbed my blanket on the couch and tuned into a comedy movie marathon that had been playing since the early morning. As time went on I started to get a little sleepy so I didn’t fight it and nodded off.

10:00am

As I opened my eyes, I looked out to my balcony next to my couch and saw the sun was out much brighter then earlier causing me to groan. I wasn’t a fan of the sun since I was so used to the sun back home. I slowly let my eyes adjust to my surroundings and sat up letting the blanket fall to my lap. I then saw my phone light up and immediately reached for it as I saw Harry’s name flash across the screen.

Harry (iMessage)

“Hey, I was still sleeping when you texted.”

I immediately became embarrassed because now that I think about it, 8am is way too early to text anyone other then Lily.

I debated on if I should text back right away or wait some time but knowing myself I texted back.

“Hi, sorry. I tend to get up early because of work! it’s a habit of mine.” I texted back eagerly

To my own surprise he texted back right away

Harry(iMessage)

“It’s okay! hey I was thinking how about we meet up at Rachel’s for lunch at 12:00?? I just got up but I’m starving, my belly is screaming at me.”

I wish I could say I was surprised by how straightforward he is being but I’m not all that surprised since he flat out asked me out at my job.

“Yes definitely I’m hungry too all I had was some tea this morning :( I will see you there?”

a few minutes went by before my own stomach started growling at me. I hopped up and went to my pantry where I pulled out some club crackers to snack on to keep my hunger at bay. Just as I went to grab another I got a text from Harry.

Harry(iMessage)

“trust me I’ll definitely be there. :)”

12:00pm

Right at 12, I’m briskly walking up to Rachel’s where it seems to be very quiet for a lunch hour. There isn’t too many people parked outside the restaurant which is surprising because Rachel’s is a very popular place to eat lunch and brunch in London.

I greet the hostess at the stand as I look around for Harry but, I didn’t seem to see him anywhere.

She led me to a table for two tucked away in a corner of the restaurant that was some distance away from other guests that were there. I sat quietly as I observed the restaurant more in hopes that Harry would pop up but, as I looked at my phone 5 minutes went by.

I started to think about all of the possibilities of what could’ve happened. Did he stand me up? Is he just a few minutes late? Was this a set up? Slowly, the questions started to diminish as I calmed myself down and chose the optimistic approach. Maybe he’s just late I thought to myself.

I looked over my menu the hostess gave me and right as I focused on the details of an asparagus salad, I felt a warm presence approaching the table. I looked up from browsing and there he was.

He was wearing a flannel with the buttons undone and a beanie to cover his messy curls. He smiled at me as he came to the table to sit across from me.

“Sorry, had to run to the restroom.” He said quietly.

As I admired him, and hyperfocused on his tattoos that were on his arms and peaking out his shirt on his chest, he then reached for his phone and silenced it.

I was struck by how polite he was, most guys I’ve dated either were glued to their phones or texted throughout the date. Harry on the other hand slid his phone into his back pocket and stared right at me as if he was waiting for something.

say something jasmine, I thought to myself.

“No, it’s okay I wasn’t waiting long, I just got here right at 12, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long for me.” I said, shyly.

he then quickly answered, “It doesn’t matter, I’d wait for you regardless.” Before he could reply I chimed in.

“How’s that ankle doing? I see you aren’t hobbling around like you were a few days ago.” I said, slightly chuckling.

He then shot me a look from looking at his menu and said, “my ankle is pristine, thanks to you.”

We were quickly interrupted by our server who asked us if we were ready to order in which we were. Seems like Harry already knew what he was getting since he didn’t look at the menu long. While I picked a salad and fries to share for the table, he ordered a grilled filet fish with vegetables.

“So, is there a reason you picked a table in the corner of the restaurant?” I asked, pointing out how now one was sat in our section except us.

He then looked around at what I was jestering at and then quietly muttered, “I asked them not to do that.”

This stood out to me compared to the normal conversation we were having throughout lunch. “What did you say?” I said with my eyebrows slightly raised.

“Oh I meant, I picked it to give us some privacy, it is our first date you know. Wouldn’t want anyone to suffer from second hand awkwardness.” He joked while sitting up

He was dodging my question, I thought to myself. That was weird.

He then went on, “I know if I was a bystander I’d feel weird being sat next to a first date.”

I then joked along with him, “Who said this was a date?” as I sipped my white wine he ordered for us.

He then came closer into the center of the table making direct eye contact.

With the biggest smirk on his face he spoke

“I did.”

Instead of backing away from him I stayed in my spot and looked him in his eyes for a short amount of time before our food came and interrupted us yet again.

As we ate, I decided to ask him some questions to see if he’d crack and open up to me.

“Are you originally from here Harry?” I spoke quietly.

He looked up slightly at me as he stuck his fork in his mouth. He paused before answering, “Actually I’m from a a smaller town around London, I used to work in the bakery where I’m from.” he said as he covered his mouth chewing

“Bakery boy Harry?” I said with a grin, “who would’ve known you’d be a bakery boy.” I laughed

He then put his fork down and turned his full attention to the conversation.

“Believe it or not, I was the best cashier in our town, I had women swooning over me.” he said, confidently.

I wiped my fingers with the tablecloth and then said, “yeah I’m sure you had all the old ladies swooning over you.”

“Hey!” he warned warmly.

Right as we were picking up our conversation and finishing our food, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, someone staring from across the restaurant.

It looked to me like a group of girls who were giggly and smiley as they gawked at Harry.

At first I thought nothing of it, but as time went on, I noticed one of them getting up and walking straight towards us.

I got quiet as she walked to our table.

“Harry?” she said politely.

He looked up at her with a slight look of uncomfortableness.

“Uhm Hi.” He replied looking away from her eye contact.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your lunch but is there any way I could get a picture with you.”

My eyebrows immediately raised and my eyes widened.

“A picture?” I questioned while looking at Harry

He then looked from me to her and spoke quietly, “If you don’t mind, I don’t think now is a good time I’m sorry.”

She nodded her head and apologized while walking back to her table.

I looked him dead in his face while he tried to avoid eye contact with me.

“Harry..” I said.

“What was that about are you some celebrity or something.” I said as I joked around. Though he didn’t laugh along with me. It was silent.

Our server walked up to our table and took our plates, then he spoke “Check please?”

I looked at him in confusion as he spoke again

“I’ll explain but not here.”

let me tell youuuu writing this out was a struggle but I was waiting for the results for the poll. Jasmine being a simp per usual and Harry being sus at the end?? like what are you hiding?? and the fact that he didn’t laugh.. the silence was so loud. Also, do you guys like that I’m portraying him in a different light other then sweet, unproblematic Harry?? because if we are honest I kind of want him to be problematic.. idk yet? Since I want drama but maybe not? The indecisiveness is killing me. I hope you like it. 🫶🏾

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[riddle-me-ri]

I'm having a horrible week, so please I was wondering how the Penguin's would react to a very sick and upset reader? Maybe they've been missing for a few days and he goes to check on them and finds them in bed crying and on the verge of throwing up

A/N: I tried to get this done asap, I felt so bad when I got this rq and had to go to work 😥. I’m so sorry you’re having a terrible week, make sure to take time for yourself, breathe, hydrate, and rest. Whichever comes first or easiest for you. I’ve just had a horrible month in October of up and downs and barely trying to recoup from all of that. It’s okay not to be okay, and I wish you all the best...You are loved and cared about and I hope these scenarios with the Ozzies help give you a little bit of comfort.

Trigger Warning: mentions of depressed thoughts/emotions/actions

Penguins Comforting a Sick and Upset Reader

Arkhamverse Penguin:

Oswald Cobblepot rarely ever knows when something isn’t going on. He always had eyes and ears out for everything. Yet, somehow you managed to allude him. Not just for a few hours, but actual days. He’d been too busy to sought you out, like he wanted to. Now, he’s finally got the time. Oz feels like shit already for not speaking to you sooner, you were probably pissed at him. Shunning him out. He wouldn’t blame you if you did. 

When he finally gets to your room, he knocks. All he hears are sniffles in response. He slowly creaked open the door. His heart once hard and cold, which was only warmed by you, absolutely cracked. 

“L-Love, w-what’s wrong?” 

Your only response was more sniffles and pants. “I-I’m what’s wrong…I-I..everything’s wrong.”

Oswald knew what is was like to have those feelings. Being born looking the way he does, constantly staring at himself in the mirror chastising himself for something completely out of his control. 

He gets down on his knees, even if it did hurt, he didn’t care. He set his umbrella on the floor and tried to wrap his arms around you as best as he could with your head buried in pillows and covered in blankets. 

Oz slowly rubs his bandaged hands up and down your back. You’re not sure why, but more tears started to slow. “Shh…it’s okay, love. Just let it all out, Ozzie’s gotcha.” 

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin: 

You understood his line of work. You knew the stakes of being with him. Yet,  why were you feeling so sick and tired. Not of Oswald, but yourself. To think you could ever be with the likes of him, good enough for him. He had women around him all hours of the night, why did you even bother? Why bother? You were so tired…

Oz knew something was up, he was nothing if not observant. He had plans to finally take you out after a few days of not being able to come home. He literally slept on the couch in his office just to stay on top of everything. Be that as it may be, you haven’t called him, texted him, nothing. Something was nagging at him to go home, he needed to be home. He needed to be with you. 

There’s a couple knocks on your door. You were in the fetal position in your bedroom’s private bathroom. Your not sure how, but your self-loathing was so strong it made you absolutely nauseous. You felt like you were going to vomit at any second. When you didn’t respond, Ozzie came in and saw you through the open door of the bathroom. 

“Mio dio, Y/N! W-what’s wrong sweetheart?” Despite the limp in his leg he dove down to his knees on the hardwood floor. He scooted closer to you, holding your very cold hands over the top of your knees.

“O-Ozzie?” You lifted your head from being tucked behind your knees. “W-When did you get home?”

“J-Just now, honey, what’s wrong? Why didn’t you reach out to me?”

“I-I..didn’t want to bother…not sure w-what’s wrong.” You groaned. “C-Can you stay?” 

Oz got closer to you, huddling over you and wrapping his stocky arms around you. He kissed your cheek. His hand combing through your hair as he pets the back of your head. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Gotham Penguin:

“Butch, have you seen, Y/N?” Oz asked after yet another meeting and another day without a word from you. 

“Can’t say I have boss…” Butch shrugged. 

Something was up and whenever something was afoot Oswald made damn sure to get to the bottom of it. He may have seen glimpses of you throughout the mansion. Seeing you scurrying to the bathroom or kitchen to grab something. His mind was always so far gone he never thought to stop you when he had the chance. 

Now he longs to see you at all. He wishes he could catch you wondering the halls or getting something from the pantry. 

He lets out a determined huff before dismissing himself from the table, where dinner was just placed. “I will go find them.” 

“You need me to come, boss?” 

“No need, Butch. But thank you. I shouldn’t be long…” 

The moment he gets to the door of your bedroom, he suddenly feels a straight knot in his chest. Looking under the door he noticed there was no streak of light coming through. You couldn’t be in bed already. 

He knocked. “Y/N…I-It’s me, Oswald…”

Nothing. Oswald’s heart sank. He turned the door knob, grateful that you hadn’t thought to lock it. When he opened the door and peered into the room, he felt his sunken heart crack. 

You were laying under the covers in a heap of tissues and tear-stained pillows. You were murmuring something in your sleep. 

“N-n-no good…j-just a bother..burden..burden.” You were scratching your head, almost ripping yoru hair from your scalp. 

Oz rushed over, almost tripping over his limped leg. He fell to the edge of your bed where you were facing. 

“Y/N-Y/N, darling it’s me. It’s Oswald, p-please wake up!” 

You jolted awake, your eyelids still glued from your dried tears and sleepies gathered in your ducts. “O-Oswald?” 

“It’s me…it’s me dearest.” Oswald wrapped his arms around your neck, leaning your head into his chest. He began caressing the back of your head, gently rocking you from side to side. “I-It’s okay, you don’t have to explain anything now, I-I’m here…it’s going to be okay…”

Batman the Animated Series Penguin:

It wasn’t like you to miss out on a date. You two always looked forward to them. Whether it was to the opera, to the zoo, or to view an art exhibit. It was always the height of both your weeks. Then again, he hadn’t been the most forthcoming as he got busy with his schemes and fellow rogues, and he was hoping this date would make up for it. 

“Well, if they can’t come to me. I’ll surely go to them.” 

Nothing prepared the Gentleman of Crime for what he was about to discover at your apartment. Oswald knocked a few times and you didn’t respond. He wasn’t panicking before, but he certainly was now. Thankfully you have given him a spare key. 

He knocks a couple more times, before he opens the door. “U-Uh, darling, i-it’s me Ozzie…I was…” 

It was pitch black in your living room. The only light source was the moonlight seeping through the window. Perfectly highlighting your tired state on the couch. Your coffee table covered with various heartburn and nausea medicine and water bottles. 

“My dear, Y-Y/N…” Oswald quickly made his way over to you. He took a seat on the couch by your feet. 

“O-Ozzie?”

He placed his hand on the back of your shin. Slowly massaging your leg over the covers. 

“I-It’s me, my dear…w-what’s troubling you?”

You shook your head. The weight of your anxious thoughts swirling in your head pushing out tears you thought you’ve run out of. 

“I-I don’t know, Ozzie…I-I don’t know and I hate it!” You wheezed out, as another rack of sobs started coming. 

Oswald tried his best to wrap his arms around you, without putting all his weight on you. He just wanted you to know he was there. “Shh…shh…its fine, my love. Let it out, there doesn’t always need to be a reason. I’m here whenever you’re ready, darling.” He reached for one of your hands, and kissed the back of it reassuringly. 

The New Batman Adventures Penguin:

Oswald didn’t like not knowing things. You had been MIA for a few days now. He had tried calling you, texting you, everything but actually show up. He didn’t want to intrude, confiding in himself you would let him in when you were ready. 

Although, now it was getting to the point of concerning. Not having you made him extremely irritable to things he usually took pleasure in. Like the thriving nightlife of dancing figures and great music. 

Oswald decided to seek you out, you can be mad at him if you wished, but he couldn’t stand idly by any longer. He hightailed it out of the Iceberg Lounge, ignoring everyone who tried to stop and talk to him on his way out. 

“Y/N, darling?” He rapped his fingers against the wood of your door. The drive to your place seemed like it took ages. 

Oswald started to get really nervous now, he managed to gulp down the anxious frog in his throat. He opened the surprisingly unlocked door to your apartment. The living room looked desolate. Everything was exactly how he recalled it when he last saw you. 

“Y/N?” 

“O-Oswald?” You croaked from the bathroom. You could hear his steps as he quickly made his way to your hallway bathroom. The bright led light shining down on you and your shameful heap. You clung to the toilet bowl for dear life. 

“Dear God, Y/N!” He dropped his umbrella outside the bathroom and immediately ran to your side. 

“N-No, I-I’m gross right now…” 

Oz shook his head defiantly. “I don’t mind, let me help you, darling. Please?” He cupped his arms under your armpits and around your torso. He began lifting you up from the ground, you slowly gaining feeling back in your feet and legs. 

Oswald placed his hands on your shoulders and began rubbing your arms in a soothing motion. “Would you like to discuss what’s troubling you?”

You slowly shook your head, ashamed, but also confused in your own right. You’ve just felt so trapped in this concoction of despair and angst, you couldn’t recollect how it all came jumbled up to leave you a dry heaving mess in your bathroom. 

Oswald offered you a soft reassuring smile. “That’s quite all right dear. I apologize deeply, I didn’t come get you sooner, but I am here now and I won’t leave until you’re better.” 

Telltale Penguin:

You were his life line. He got even more irritable than TNBA Penguin. Anyone and everyone around him irked him. They’re laugh, smiles, carelessness…it made him miss yours. He knew he was a lot and he didn’t want to cross any boundaries when you decided to go quiet. 

Oz knew what it was like needing time to ponder things in your head alone. Albeit he also knew just how cruel the brain could be to it’s own host. 

Oswald sent you a text and a call. An hour almost goes by and you don’t respond. 

“Screw it. They’ll just have to be mad at me.” He concluded as he began walking from his parents’ park to your apartment. He looked up to the third floor window he knew was yours. The lights weren’t on. 

He strolled into the complex and began making his way upstairs to your apartment. 

“Y/N?” He questioned after he got to your door. No response, Oz reached for his spare key in his pocket to unlock your door.

He called out to you again once he came in. He headed to your bedroom when he didn’t see any sign of life in the living room. Oswald knocked on your bedroom door this time, and all he heard in response was wheezing and gasps. 

“Y/N?” He opened the door and he was shocked at the sight before him. The only damn light he ever had in his life after his parents’ death…was dulled down. He shucked his shoes and jacket onto the floor as he made his way to you on the bed. 

“O-Oz?” You barely whisper out. Your throat sore from weeping and screeching your misery. 

“It’s me love, Ozzie’s here.” He got up on the bed and wrapped his arms around your blanket coated body. 

“I-I-I’m sorry for being distant…I don’t know…I don’t know…” You hiccuped. Tears began forming, trickling down onto his white t-shirt. Oswald began rocking you back and forth, running his fingers up and down your spine. 

“It’s okay, love. You don’t have to know. You can cry all you want, I’ll be here to help you dry them off, no matter what.” 

One Bad Day Penguin: 

“Lili, have you heard from Y/N tonight?” Oz asked.

“Can’t say I have, Oswald. I haven’t heard from in a couple nights now…” 

The Iceberg Lounge has gotten awfully quiet without you around. Sure there was the chattering, dancing, and the music…but those paled in comparison to your radiance. No one could ignore you if they tried. 

Yet, here you were trying to be avoided. 

“I’m gonna check their place. Keep an eye on things while I’m out?” 

“You got it, Oz. Let me know how they’re doing, tell ‘em we miss ‘em.” Lili replied. 

After a curt nod, Oswald drove to your home. Lili and Oswald both tried contacting you back to back, but still no answer. 

Oswald could feel his hands start getting clammy from his deathgrip on the wheel. This just was not like you. He was racking his brain for any sort of explanation. However no matter what possibilities or scenarios he came up were close to what he discovered. 

When he got there, he warned you of his presence with a holler and a few knocks. The fact you still remained quiet caused fear to slowly rise, causing his heart to do gymnastics in his chest. He could hear the sound of vomitting echoing down the hall. 

“Y/N!” Oz ran to your room. He was greeting by you heaving and coughing into a trash can. 

“Shit! Y/N…” Oswald sat on the edge of the bed, on the same side you were hanging off from. 

“O-Oswald…” You choked out.

“It’s me, baby…are you okay?” 

You shook your head. “N-No…I’m not, I don’t know what it is…just…tired. My brain hates me…and it’s making me sick…”

Oswald nodded in understanding. If anyone knew anything about self loathing it was him. Hell, somedays he still like himself even now as an adult. Oz leaned in and kissed your temple.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m here now, and I’ll help you in anyway I can, okay?” Oz reassured as he brought his hand to the side of your face. He used his index finger to tuck some wayward hair out of his view of you. 

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Oswald offered. 

You wanted to shake your head at first, but decided against it. 

“C-Could you get me a warm damp towel and some water?” You muttered. 

Oswald smiled. “Sure thing, baby. I’ll be right back.” He gave you a peck on the cheek before getting off the bed. 

“W-When you get back, could you…stay…with me?” 

Oz looked over his shoulder as he opened your bedroom door. “Of course, it’d be a pleasure.” 

You could almost start crying again as you felt the faintest of smiles grow from your lips.

[crimmson]

dude I had a super fucked up dream but it was kinda cool and I desperately wish I could remember some of the context to make it make more sense

tldr weird transferred consciousness repeatedly by force and somewhat grisly deaths

I (not really me, but I was playing someone else) and 4 friends (completely fictional people) were at some weird offbeat hotel bar for some reason I can't recall, but someone swore up and down that they saw something weird out of the corner of their eye, and we started wandering a little into the hallways where things got weird. geometry didn't seem quite right, things were getting a bit mazelike, etc.

we hung around a bit to figure out some stuff and decided to leave ASAP, and then things went full-on weird. There was some slenderman type shit, and something was fucking with my depth perception, and there was this tentacle eye stalk thing that looked like it was coming at me while also being 2-dimensional, and it always seemed slightly out of focus until I managed to grab onto the eyeball part

at some point there are just... limbs. severed limbs. and they were not fresh. I remember grabbing the knobby part of an arm bone, not realizing what I was holding, until I swung it at something that was coming at me and I realized I was swinging a half-decayed arm as a melee weapon. I did pause for a minute to laugh at the absurdity of slapping something with someone else's arm. then I went back to screaming for my life.

here's where shit gets wildly out of order because I CANNOT remember what happened in some parts, or what happened in what order:

we run into some woman who I recognize as being someone sort of famous for reasons I don't totally know; either she was some famous scientist or her dad was, for doing some weirdass research

our whole party suddenly winds up in different scenarios, and we all look like different people but we somehow know who each other is. also there may be an additional person we didn't have with us before but I can't be sure about that.

one of those scenarios was some winter festival concert thing, and everything was nice and fine until some fireworks display went horribly wrong and then everything was on fire and people were getting killed left and right by shrapnel and explosions and panic.

i'd die and suddenly we'd just be dropped into another scenario mid-way like it was already in progress

another one of those scenarios was something like a mall or big indoor shopping center, with a lot of glass windows. actually kinda pretty. then a disgruntled guy showed up with a fully automatic gun and started shooting up stuff. I actually managed to avoid a lot of it for a bit and hide behind something, but eventually I got slammed with like so many bullets.

at some point we were back in the hotel environment, and I remember coming across a half-torn down wall or something, and there were a bunch of these mechanical-organic pods with like, half-grown people in them. the pods were a little opaque and I couldn't clearly see the people, but they still looked kinda translucent and like their features hadn't all grown yet. kinda smooth like salamanders. there was something about them that seemed like I'd seen them before, but there wasn't really time to stop and think about it.

there were some weird jelly hand- and eye-shaped things spilled out on the floor in a pile. something offputting about seeing them. like I'd seen them before but couldn't recall when or why, but knew I didn't like it.

at some point, something seemed to falter and I kinda choked and could look around, and realized that the scientist lady was there, and this mystery other person in our group was there, and we were trapped. and this scientist lady had basically forced us to be friends/playmates/dolls? for this other person. I got the impression they were like, her kid, or her sibling, who was handicapped or something in some way and this was the scientist lady's Evil Scientist Way of making sure they had friends. why that always seemed to involve Horrible Violence and Death is a mystery to me. and it's not clear to me if they were actually IN the group with us, or if they were just watching events like some fucked up television show.

the pod people were basically puppets, they were the bodies we were having our consciousness dumped into over and over. somehow, keeping us complacent and linked to these things involved being forcefed those weird jelly hand/eye things.

there was some sense of like, seeing ourselves in the pod people literally, like I think there was some out-of-body shot of us being in the pods, still recognizable but alongside pods of the puppet people. and there was a question of like, damn, how many people has she done this to? because we definitely weren't the only pods. but this also might have been a metaphorical seeing-ourselves-in-the-pod-people and realizing that we WERE them because we were puppeting them. I'm more inclined to believe that one, just because that was the feeling i got hit with when the realization kicked in. If I had to guess the pods were just for sustaining whatever life was in them for as long as possible. whether they were kidnapped victims, or home-grown salamander people.

it was weird, and wild, and gruesome, but the "OH FUCK, THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING??" feeling that hit me when I broke through the haze for a second was *chefs kiss* because I think for a bit there I thought these were just a bunch of unconnected, unrelated dreams. until I think I started to pick up on little patterns and similarities.

also left with the feeling that i'm not 100% sure we didn't actually die originally, and she just scooped up our bodies and remaining consciousness to keep us in limbo.