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luvbinnies · 4 months

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rollercoaster of emotions

sungchan just wanted to go to the amusement park with his two friends, unforunately for him, those two friends are absolutely smitten for each other

Genre: wonbin x Gn!reader. fluff humour. Warnings: mention of piss/pee, sungchan third wheeling. Rollercoasters, swearing (I think), I wrote this in three in the morning 😭 wc: 1.5k

A/n: I won’t be posting anything until probably next year since my last exam is the fourth and I should probably have been studying instead of writing this lol

“Wow I swear this is the most fun I’ve ever had at the park before.” You state as the game worker hands Wonbin the big penguin plush he had won for you.

“Yeah that’s because it’s your first time at the park for fun, and not to be working.” Sungchan replies, tired of all the complaining you do as a worker at the park.

“And you’re not spending half your wallet on stupid plushies.” Wonbin grumbles. “You’re the one with the job, why did I have to pay for your game, just for you to continuously lose.”

He crosses his arms around the toy not letting you have it. “I had to win for you or you would milk out every penny from my pocket.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at your friend in front of you as he frowns with a pouty face and turns the other way pretending to act upset, at least you think he was pretending.

“Bini, I was the reason you got in the park for free because I work here, the least you could do is let me hold my child.” referring to the penguin in his arms, but he still refuses to acknowledge you.

“Fine, let’s go get those animal ear things. I’ll pay for all three of us to make up for it.” You attempt to grab his hands, but really so you can get the toy from him. Wonbin knew what you were trying to do and wasn’t going to just let it happen after he watched you empty out his wallet and repeatedly fail, probably the simplest rigged game at the park.

Causing the two of you to wrestle for the big plushie. Sungchan has to awkwardly stand there as two of his friends who are so obviously smitten for each other fight over a toy like children.

The two of you almost trip when Sungchan barges between you two and captures the fake animal for himself. “Hmm, what to name you? Mr. Peepee pants?”

“What no that’s so stupid-”

“I love it.” You unintentionally speak up as Wonbin was talking.

“Yeah great name.” Wonbin wholeheartedly agrees. Sungchan watches as his friend helplessly simps over you as you start contemplating whether the first name should be ‘Uranus’ or ‘Neon’.

“You know what I think,” Wonbin starts and you give your undivided attention to him. Sungchan knows that you only do that for Wonbin, whether it’s intentional or not, he can see, everyone can see how you are with him. Maybe except you two. Somehow both blind to the other’s admiration.

“I think we should get those animal ear bands, antlers would look great on Sungchan hyung.”

“Yn, it’s not that serious.” Sungchan whines as you take forever in choosing which animal headband would look best on Wonbin.

There weren't any antlers thankfully for Sungchan, so the bear ones were a good second choice. Sungchan had mentioned how’d you look good with the frog eyes one, knowing fully well that Wonbin thinks you look the best in green.

No doubt about it, Wonbin literally said that in his sleep one time.

Wonbin was just staring at you going back and forth between a bunch of different animal bands, both of you too absorbed at what you were doing, not noticing the employees getting annoyed on how much time it is to take to choose a hair accessory.

“I think I got it.” You walk back to the two, biting back a smile holding the band behind you.

“What is it?” Wonbin asks.

“Close your eyes.”

The boy in front of you rolls his eyes but obeys your demand.

You gently place the band on his head with a stupid smile on your face as you admire your best friend, all sungchan can do is groan at the interaction.

You tell him to look and he opens his eyes to see you smiling down at him with a cheeky smile on your face. He thinks you look pretty.

Maybe bro was thinking out loud because you seem kinda startled and confused saying, “Yes you do look pretty, but you didn’t even get to see it yet.” Awkwardly scratching the back of your head.

Wonbin clears his throat with the back of his hand, “Yeah, but I m-meant it like a question. Is it pretty?” Heat rushing through his face as he tries to cover for himself.

“Yeah, pretty. You’re always pretty.”

Sungchan is just standing there watching his two friends awkwardly throwing glances at each other and turning their faces away as if they aren’t right in front of each other in the middle of the store. It’s taking every ounce of his to simply not drive off a cliff.

The awkwardness between the two of you passes when sungchan starts pestering them to go on a ride with him.

It’s kind of always like that with you two, teasing and joking until someone compliments the other on a thing and both the receiver and the one who complimented get flustered over it.

“Isn’t that like the fastest ride in the park?” A terrified Wonbin asks.

“I think I read somewhere that it’s all of Korea.” You mention.

Sungchan knows that everything remotely scary is absolutely frightening to the younger boy and you’re quite the opposite. You have the most irrational fear of pumpkins. Not Jacko lanterns, just pumpkins, claiming they are frightening to simply look at and that you will simply start screaming when in the presence of one.

“Wonbin you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I can just go with yn-”

“No I’ll go. I love rides.” He attempts to say as convincingly as possible.

Which confuses both you and sungchan. “Bini, since when did you like rides? You can barely handle the pirate ship ones.”

“u-uh, it’s I- that ride you guys want to go on, I used to go on it as a kid, it’s just been a while.”

Frowning, not convinced, “Are you sure? You know we don’t have to go if you don’t want-”

He grabs your arm, cutting you off, walking in the direction of the ride. “No, I’m sure.”

Waiting in line wonbin would not let go of your hand, instead of being worried that maybe he was frightened about the whole ride thing, or that people around you might think you two are those annoying couples in amusement park rides who can’t keep their hands off of each other.

You were really distracted at the fact you felt like you were losing circulation in your hand and everytime sungchan said some fact about the ride his grip would just get tighter and tighter, making you want to squeeze sungchan’s neck hard everytime he opens his mouth.

Finally when it was your guys’ turn Wonbin lets go of your hand so he can put your guys’ bags in the boxes. Only for you to realize that you guys were at the end and the cut off was before sungchan, as he was behind the both of you.

Before you could mention it and say that you didn’t mind waiting for the next round. Sungchan had pushed you and when you turned to him he just gave you a quick wink and started making kissy faces.

Rolling your eyes at him, you kind of figured that sungchan knew you might’ve liked your friend without you ever telling him so.

Getting into the seat next to wonbin at the back since they were the only seat available, the minute you touch the seat, wonbin’s hand is on yours all over again. This time it was shaking completely.

“Wonbin, are you sure you want to do this? Sure you went as a kid, but most kids don’t understand the concept of danger and you're shaking badly.”

You stare at him as his eyes are closed, taking in deep breaths slowly. Watching as they start to speed up once the ride starts moving. The best thing you could do is hold his hand in yours.

As the ride starts pulling upwards he speaks up, “You know I never understood as a kid people liked going on scary things like these.”

“Huh? Didn’t you go on this one though?”

“No, I lied.” His voice became eight octaves higher.

“What? Wonbin why?”

“Because I wanted to go with you, I wanted to be with you-” his voice ends his sentence with a shriek when the ride stops at the edge of the highest concave.

His hand was not squeezing badly onto yours and as the ride went down you couldn’t really be scared anymore.

Sungchan got off of his ride with the wind completely messing up his hair and a jump in his step. Walking to the exit, he sees his two friends waiting for him. He sees the two of you still holding hands from before and wonbin’s face hiding in your neck still probably shaken up from the ride.

Now he’s wondering which highway to sleep on tonight.

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cutie4me · 8 months

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Best Soukoku Fanfics That Bring Immense Nostalgia!

Someone on YouTube asked for recommendations for Soukoku fics so how could I give up such an opportunity to share some of my all time favourites?! Some of them will make you cry. Some of them will make you smile. But most importantly, the immense wave of nostalgia you’ll feel after reading some of these fics are surreal! I swear, sometimes I wish I’d forget about these fics just so I could rediscover and read them all over again! All these amazing works are on AO3 so please check them out and support the authors! I’ll continue to update this each time I find a new SKK fanfic!

“Overturn even the heavens and the earth” by sssoukoku

Chuuya uses corruption but Dazai’s too late to save him, or is he?

“My skull crown” by YunaYamiMouto

Mori is dead so Dazai has to go back to PM and take the throne as the new PM boss.

“Baby Executive” by BlowingYourMind

Chuuya gets turned into a child and goes through the life stages growing older under Dazai’s care, Dazai manages to develop empathy and a widespread of new emotions around each new stage of Chuuya. (Cross posted on Wattpad!)

“I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio” by ElectricSplatter

I’ve not read this yet but it’s really popular and has a lot of positive reviews from what I’ve heard. It’s a rockstar/band AU but it’s super long, probably the longest one here.

“The God and his Vessel” by Churroburrito

Arahabaki lives in Chuuya and they can interact and sometime Arahabaki can come out to talk to people. Arahabaki is surprisingly sweet and overprotective of Chuuya, quite like an older brother. (I absolutely adore Arahabaki and Chuuya’s dynamic in this fic!)

“Silly delusions” by Grinch1234

Arahabaki and Chuuya are one person and Arahabaki is a God stuck in a human’s body confused with how humanity works. He tries on many occasions to convince Dazai that he is a god to only one time in which Dazai actually believes him.

“I’ll always come for Chuuya” by anonymous

Dazai and Chuuya back in PM and Dazai tries to distance himself with Chuuya cuz of his feelings to the point Chuuya loses trust in him and thinks Dazai’s grown bored of him because of his new friend, Odasaku. (Such a shame we don’t know who the actual person one because this fic was so well written and such an emotional rollercoaster!)

“We Are Never Ever, Ever Getting Back Together (Right?)” by sabiEMr

ADA and PM do an exchange thing where Chuuya works at ADA for a while and Atsushi works at PM. Chuuya tried to get over his relationship with his ex Dazai but it’s not really ideal when you’re now stuck with your ex at his workplace.

“Unexpected” by lemoncandy751

Soukoku get paired together for a project and they hate each other… except when they start to fall for each other. Well that was unexpected!

“It takes two, to create a whole” by X_DRAMA_QUEEN_X

Roommates/College AU. Dazai’s a player and Chuuya gets stuck being his roommate and they absolutely despise each other with a burning passion. Chuuya gets a little too close to Fyodor and doesn’t know who to trust anymore. Is it Dazai playing the mind games to make Chuuya fall for him or is it Fyodor? (It’s over on Wattpad as well!)

“If we can’t run together, why did we from the start?” by amythecinnabunny

Immortal Dazai x multiple reincarnation of Chuuya. Dazai loves each of them differently and learns to find and fall for each Chuuya reincarnation again and again! (I cried too much with the angsty ending of this. Lots of character deaths).

“Inseparable” by milwritescausewhynot

Highschool AU where Chuuya and Dazai have known each other for 12 years and are practically inseparable! They love to pull pranks on each other but when a certain prank of Dazai’s is taken too far that it puts Chuuya’s life at risk they must face the consequences of being apart for each other’s safety (due to Dazai’s guilt) yet still yearning for each other.

“Pretty Little Thing” by wallows_4

Chuuya, an assassin, is assigned a job to kill the Prince of a very wealthy and successful kingdom. Chuuya walks in thinking this will be easy when no threats are present, but the next thing he knows everything is dark. When he wakes up again, he is "interrogated" by three idiots. And the stupid prince is insistent on him being his personal pet!

“Of Libraries and Liberties” by Grinch1234

Chuuya Nakahara is the escaped government experiment known as A5158 seeking refuge as the librarian of his own little library sanctuary. Osamu Dazai is the notorious boss of the Port Mafia and by some illogical miracle, they manage to cross paths.

“Still, Still, Still” by icedlightroast

Actor/popstar Dazai x Rockstar Chuuya idustrial rivals AU! After a public drunken tweet confession professing his true feelings for his rival, Chuuya has no choice but to play the ploy of fake dating his rival, Dazai, to help this mess he’s made in his career. Except Dazai is a completely incompetent asshole who Chuuya can’t help but hate himself for falling for. Besides, there’s more to Dazai that meets the eye.

“Untainted Memories” by serenathea

BEAST! Chuuya shares his memories and emotions with the original Chuuya, and Dazai has to fix the mess and pain he has created.

“I can’t dare to dream about you anymore” by kiroiimye

High school AU where Dazai and Chuuya have been best friends and next-door neighbors since childhood, never seen apart despite their differing, respective lifestyles as the genius class president and the school’s beloved soccer star. Everything is perfect, except for the fact that Chuuya’s been in love with Dazai since forever and Dazai has a girlfriend.

“Always Yours” by anonymous

Kingdom + Omegaverse AU where Dazai has been betrothed to Chuuya since they were both children—an arrangement that never particularly interested him—until their wedding night, when he sees the omega’s face for the first time. (EXPLICIT Rating for NSFW scenes but you can skip those if you wish)

“The Shepard and His Shadow” by LynyrdLionheart

Everyone knows the monster in the woods is why the village suffers a lack of resources. It's been that way for centuries. Then Dazai meets the monster, and everything he knew turns out to be a lie.

“The Life We Could've Lived” by Xena_Lemon

A very confused Dazai wakes up in a Highschool AU instead of his usual Agency dorm room. And strangely enough, Chuuya’s the only one who seems to be from his world (him and the mysterious girl who keeps watching them).

“Four Years Ago, Four Years Later” by Nightingale231

Chuuya knows before Dazai, does, really, that the younger man will run. Before anything - even before Mori and the home he has carved for himself in the Port Mafia - he will take Dazai's side where it matters. He hates the mackerel, he does; yet he wants Dazai to follow the goals that Odasaku set for him, because he… (loves him).

“Silver Claws, Silver Tongue” by CandiWolfe

In which Chuuya gets turned into a cat whilst on a mission and (unwillingly) seeks the misfortune of Dazai’s help to not only temporarily nullify the ability but to track down the bastard who dared turn him into a wretched feline. Except doing so is easier said than done. Especially when they’re from a whole new foreign organisation.

“How To Woo Your Husband in Seven Days” by moonlitsorrows

When Dazai accidentally performs a grave accident that angers his precious chibi husband and forces him out of their shared apartment and out onto the streets, he tries his hand at his backup operation of “How to Woo your husband in seven days” with seven articulate plans in hopes that it would finally convince Chuuya to invite him back home. Except each plan just seems to fail and give the redhead an even bigger blooming headache. Plan 7 was the last straw. Maybe Chuuya should finally invest in some long awaited (and deserved) divorce papers after such a hellish week of putting up with that stupid mackerel of a husband’s BS.

“Another Love” by infernaa

Dazai desperately wanted to get rid of everything dark and ugly in his life. Even if it meant leaving his love for Chuuya behind. (Slight Sigma x Dazai).

“When Will You Confess?” by Chuchu_hua

Dazai and Chuuya have been best friends since childhood. One day, Dazai gets himself a girlfriend and Chuuya feels jealous. He then realises he has feelings for his best friend, but doesn’t want to confess. One night under the stars plus the influence of wine becomes one heated make out session. The two continue to have random make out sessions, but don’t think to put a label on their relationship. One school dance is what it took for Dazai to grow a pair and finally admit his feelings out loud.

“Empire of Dirt” by arkastadt

Artist Dazai's bored and lives in a mansion, Mechanic Chuuya's the mysterious garden boy working for his family, and fate brings them together over and over again only to rip them apart. (Super angsty major character death! You have been warned! EXPLICIT Rated for NSFW).

“They said the eyes are the windows to the soul.” by Aprusalve

5+1 fic of Kyouka as she observed Soukoku and tried to guess their relationship and one time she finally decided to ask.

“catch me once, catch me twice” by seedus

Chuuya gets stuck in an ability loop where he’s basically wiped out of existence and Dazai decides to become the Demon Prodigy once more to hunt down the ability user responsible for daring to target his dog and bring him back.

“Something More Than A One Night Stand” by ShireHorses

It was supposed to be a one night stand and nothing more. The last thing Dazai expected was to catch feelings for Chuuya. Much less hurt him so badly by saying the night they spent had meant nothing. It hadn’t mattered when Dazai had said that to all the previous women he’d slept with so why did it pain him so much to see Chuuya cry and act so cold? (EXPLICIT Rated for NSFW scenes).

“build a temple in me” by oursorrows

Dazai wants to surprise his husband, Chuuya, on their one year anniversary, and he can't help falling in love all over again. (EXPLICIT Rated for NSFW scene).

“Tempus Fugit” by Imabukuhoe

Teenage Soukoku time travel to a their future are in for the shock of their life as they witness many (good) things they never expected to happen in their lives- and that they’re gay for each other but we don’t talk about that just yet. (EXPLICIT Rated for NSFW scene! Cross posted on Wattpad as well! It’s angsty midway through but with a happy ending!).

“No Longer Human” by Wolf___Spirit

When a stranger starts stealing people's abilities, the ADA and the Port Mafia team up to figure it out. However, something goes wrong and Dazai loses his ability in the process. The big problem? His ability not only nullified the abilities of others, but also his own emotions. And now, for the first time in his life, Dazai has emotions, chaotic and in turmoil. In the midst of this identity crisis, Dazai sets out to explore the world with Chuuya as his grumpy bodyguard, only to discover that he has never felt so...alive. And then they find out that if they don't find a way to give him back his ability, Dazai will die within two weeks. In a race against time, chaos ensues.

“Twisted Ties” by Cutie_4Me

Serial Killer Chuuya tries to hunt down his stalker who's been stalking him by breaking into his apartment only to be met with an unexpected and (un)pleasant surprise. (Yes- I’m shamelessly promoting my own fic)

"Backstage Pass" by the_most_unhappy

When world-famous violinist Dazai Osamu announces his early retirement, a part of him is sure he will never love music again. He’s in his twenties, but he’s already tired of everything. Meanwhile, up-and-coming frontman Nakahara Chuuya is everything Dazai is not: reckless, smug, and a rockstar. They’re total opposites. They could never fall in love, right? (Implied Sexual Content But Nothing Explicit)

"More like a crash" by Jickas

Chuuya loses his memory and Dazai decides this will be a great opportunity to mess with him. But what happens when he goes a little too far and old feelings begin to resurface?

"Everything or Nothing" by Wellthathappened (Cataclysmic_Calamity)

College AU where Chuuya finds out that the boy he drunkenly made out with the night of orientation is his new roommate. His arrogant, smug, very straight roommate. And the boys are each convinced the other is trying to ruin their life by making them go absolutely insane. But of course, things don't go as planned and they somehow ended up with the typical fuck buddies arrangement. Feelings become more complex and they both soon find that the other is hiding something, a secret that could very much rupture everything in their relationship. (EXPLICIT Rated for multiple NSFW scenes and sexual exploration).

^Based off the song 'Everything or Nothing' by Picture This.

"Lost in Translation (Found in Love)" by archerwrites

Dazai is convinced (forced) to join his friends for a year spent in Paris, and he doesn't know a word of French. Chuuya is just hoping to get through school without any strange encounters, and he doesn't know a word of Japanese. They collide (literally) and the situation devolves from there. They figure it out. Falling in love in Paris is a very romantic cliche, after all. Even if there's a language barrier between them.

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officialgleamstar · 6 months

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okay, here's a long post talking about my thoughts on dungeons and daddies, s2ep45, hell or high father. obvious spoiler warning, im gonna be talking about the events of the episode, but this is going to be more outside the fourth wall focused/thinking about what the pacing says about the narrative, rather than actually talking about what happened in this episode!! also ive only listened to the episode once so if i missed anything, feel free to say so

to start immediately: i loved this episode, but i was also disappointed that ron, terry, and scary didn't get a full episode. but i was thinking about why that would be the case, and that lead me to the two reasons im speculating:

Beth felt that Scary's arc didn't necessitate a big ending and that it came to a clean closing with that scene

This episode shows the narrative divide between the Stampler family and the Close family

the first reason is mostly a timing thing. they included taylor in this episode as well because scary's conclusion didn't need the full run time, or maybe even lincoln's episode was longer than they wanted it to be and scary was supposed to be in that arc as well. the pacing was just a result of the past few episodes: scary has already confronted that she regrets how she treated terry, we've seen that a million times. ever since his death, she's confronted that fact again and again, and i think it makes sense that this episode would resolve that in a much quieter way than it could've. the stamplers have always been the family to resolve things 'the right way' - they show up for each other, they love each other unconditionally, they finish their arcs by holding one another in forgiveness. even if i wouldve loved a longer memory (though holy shit, WE SAW THE BETRAYAL ON SCREEN-- sorry not the point of this post), and i really hope we get some more with them in upcoming episodes, i did like how it was so sweetly resolved!!

and that sweetness leads into the bulk of my thoughts here: scary and taylor shared an episode because of how differently their memories went.

as soon as nicky went "i have a memory you weren't around for", i knew we were in for a fucking ROLLERCOASTER, and holy shit. the entire played out montage of glenn failing to be there for nicky, failing to be there for taylor, and in turn, taylor finally tells nicky to his face that he wasn't there for taylor either. taylor's fixation on the idea of redoing it all with time travel, because there is no other way, in his mind, to solve the rift in their relationship. "there's no fixing this." there's too much baggage, there's too much thats already been fucked up, and theres no way for them to come back from that. nicky is a grown adult. taylor is already in his teen years. they can form a relationship with their dad now, but no matter how well that goes, its never going to fix the childhood behind them that was already ruined. they do love each other, they're friends, but being friends doesnt equal a true good relationship. being friends doesnt mean you succeeded in parenting.

and now we contrast that with the stamplers. both terry junior and scary go into their relationship with their stepdads seeing him as an inferior replacement, as someone who could never truly be their dad. terry junior loved his biological dad, is literally named after him. scary's dad was so absent in her life that she doesnt know how to handle someone actually being there. they both refuse to take the replacement, until eventually, they learn that their stepdad's strength is that hes a new man. not a replacement, but his own full person, a person who loves them. ron put his life on the line for terry, time and time again, because he didnt want to be his own dad. terry showed up to all of scarys soccer matches, even when she refused to even acknowledge him, because he didnt want to be her bio dad. "you showed up." even though terry's memory is literally him using ron, it ends with ron forgiving him without a second thought. when scary apologizes to terry, terry takes her into his arms with a moment's hesitation.

the stamplers have a happy ending because even with how badly they've fucked up, they always showed up for their kids. the closes don't have a happy ending because they weren't in their kids' lives and they think being friends now fixes that. and that's why scary and taylor shared their episode, really. because it drives home the crucial difference between the two families

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads spoilers #mine #in conclusion: STREAM CHILD SUPPORT BY WOZ 💥‼️ <- sorry this is like the fourth time ive made that joke

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vithe-potato · 11 months

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Bad Batchers reacting to you flinching

Basically head cannons but like, with dialogue

Note: I'm sorry if you've requested something and I haven't written it, I have a lot in my inbox and so few things written. It's summer and I have a lot of free time so let's pray I am able to write them. Anywho, this is the only thing I've been able to write in a long time, so I posted it.

Warnings: Implied abuse/domestic violence but no real talk of it. Tech researches it, comfort, cuddles, the boys being absolute sweethearts, nothing else it's just fluff.

I couldn't figure out if I should write this platonic or not so you can see my internal battle when writing this. Most of them could be read either way, leaning twords romantic.

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Hunter

Initially, Hunter thought you were just sensitive to your surroundings (Which was mostly true). It's something that he could understand easily, something mutual that he could bond with you over.

For example: If there's a sudden loud noise and you both wince, he kind of makes eye contact with you and you exchange sheepish smiles. He didn't truly know the underlying cause of it, until he noticed the other things you flinched at. It wasn't at bright lights or things like he twitched at, it was people. He noticed that you tense at the sound of someone's footsteps, or if somebody would walk up behind you unannounced.

He didn't question you, respecting that you would tell him when you were comfortable. But you never did.

One day, you were both left alone by your barracks, just for a short amount of time. When there was a distinct sound of Wrecker dropping something loud, and a gruff "Sorry!" following not long after. You shared a look when you both scrunched up a bit at the loud noise. You smiled softly at him and were confused when you opened your eyes and were met with a pretty serious looking face. (Hunter can't truly hide emotions off of his face too well)

"I- uhm." He paused for a moment, contemplating weather to bring this up or not. "I'm not sure why you flinch?" Wow, great way to start this conversation. Hunter is very awkward, I'm here for it ig.

Your palms started to sweat a bit and it felt like you just met the drop part on a rollercoaster. You gave him an even more questioning look.

"I know I flinch from my uhm, you know, but... I'm not sure why you do?" This is not subtle, but yes, make it worse Hunter.

"Well- Well, what do you want to know?" You asked, somewhat surprised.

"What do you want to tell me?" He asked softly.

"My flinching, I guess, is caused from bad past experiences, just home life." You shrugged, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of your neck. You look up at him again to be met with a concerned and soft expression.

"I know it feels awkward right now, but I'm here for you, always, Cyar'ika. I would never hurt you, we would never hurt you, no matter what. You can feel safe with us, you are safe with us." You nod at this, and take a few steps toward him, closing the space. He was somewhat puzzled about what you were doing, until you began to reach out to him.

Your eyes turn a bit glassy as he wraps his arms around you in a deep, comforting hug. One that you haven't had in a long time. Your silent tears soak his shoulder, and he just stands there, rubbing your back, showing he's there.

Wrecker

The first time it happened, he was raising his hand into the air to grab something over your head. When he was reaching past your face, he noticed the slight twitch in your expression. He didn't think much of it, maybe you didn't expect him to reach for it, maybe you were just surprised.

The second time it happened, it was a less subtle flinch, and it hurt him a little bit more inside. He had been walking in from just accomplishing the latest mission, you could barely see him in your prereferral vision. He reached out to give you a high five as you turned your head, closed your eyes, scrunched your shoulders, and faced away from him as an immediate instinctual response.

Wrecker knows he is a big boy, he knows how intimidating he can be, and it's his worst fear for you to be afraid of him. He would never hurt you and he thought you knew that.

"Mesh'la?" He spoke softly, a drastic change from his usual booming voice. He knew something was obviously wrong and that a soft approach would work best. (Wrecker is an empath ngl)

At the sound of his voice your shoulders relaxed a bit and you started slowly turning your head back to him. "I-uhm, I'm sorry, this is kind of embarrassing." You try to laugh it off and move on, not wanting to keep this going any longer than it has to. But Wrecker wants to make sure you're okay, he thinks you might be afraid of him, did he do something wrong?

"Are you okay? You know I won't hurt you right?" He paused a bit nervously, whilst your heart dropped. "I know I'm tall an'-an' I have all these scars but-"

"Wrecker I'm not afraid of you." You sigh sadly, facing him fully and putting your hands on his cheeks.

"Then what is it?" He has those big, beautiful puppy dog eyes, pleading with you to tell him.

"That's something I don't know if I'm ready to talk about yet, but when I am, I will tell you. But don't ever think it's you, I feel safe when I'm with you, okay?"

"Alright, jus' tell me if anything's wrong alright? I'm here for ya"

That night you cuddled, and you told him, he was supportive and listened the entire time. He wiped your tears if you cried and made sure to validate all of your feelings. He made sure you knew he was always right here when you need him.

Tech

Tech liked to observe you quite a lot, not in a creepy way though. Like, sometimes he may notice when you look at something a little too long, now he knows what to get for your birthday. He also notices your behaviors, your nostrils fairing when you are about to cry, the smile you give when you're shy, the... random flinching you have when somebody gets too close?

Tech was very intrigued when he noticed the reoccurring twitches you would have when somebody's hand would fly by your face, or something would slam a little too loudly. He decided to do some research on it (duh)

He found a lot about Tourette Syndrome, tic disorders, and one-sided friendships. None of those things seemed to be the cause of this. So, he dug a bit deeper, coming across an article on the effects of being yelled at. This eventually lead him down a spiral of articles about domestic violence. When he found he finally had enough information, he waited for an opportunity to approach you about the situation.

One evening, you were sitting in the co-pilots seat, having a light conversation with Tech about Banthas. He lifted his arm to hit a button or two on your side. Of course, he could have asked you to do it, but he didn't want to bother you whilst you were talking. That's when he again notices your flinch.

" Cyar'ika, why do you flinch?" He asks bluntly.

"What do you mean?" You had at least thought you did okay at hiding them, apparently not.

"You flinch when things get close to your face, or at quick loud noises. Why does that happen to you?" He says, looking at you as he slightly leans toward you and adjusts his goggles.

"Well, it's just a habit I guess." You try to shrug it off. Tech almost, almost, rolls his eyes, but refrains. He sits quietly, implying that you continue.

You start to sweat a bit and your breathing quickens slightly; he senses this immediately and realizes this might not have been the best wat to go about it. His eyes soften and he sits up a bit.

"Don't worry darling, you do not have to tell me if you wouldn't like to. It was just my curiosity getting to me." He offers a small smile, trying to make sure you're comfortable.

You nod and calm down, "I would like to tell you Tech... I just don't truly know what to say." You frown and watch as his eyebrows form a crease. It made you want to shrink into the chair.

"I could help you find the words if you would like." He offered, confusing you. He sensed this and began to explain further, "I have gathered intel, I could share and see if there are experiences you resonate with." He says matter of fact, yet his eyes expressed how much he cared for you in this situation.

You gave a nod, and he began asking you, respectfully, if you could relate to situations. When he understood what you had gone through, he slowly put his hand on your shoulder (to not cause a flinch) and told you that you are safe, and that he cared for you.

Echo

You and Echo were lying in bed with your leg thrown around his hip facing each other. You weren't really saying anything, just enjoying each other's company while the others slept.

A few of your hairs had fallen into your face without you noticing it, Echo did. He gave a subtle smile and reached up to tuck it behind your ear. Before he could get to it, your eyes had shut, and you moved your head back. It took you a second to open your eyes, but when you did, they opened to a puzzled look on Echo's face.

"What's that about?" He asked.

"Just wasn't expecting it." You tried to play it off, but he could see right through you.

"Are you alright? What going on?" He questioned softly, moving his hand to rub your shoulder.

"It's just something that happens to me I guess, a result of my home life. Sorry, you shouldn't worry, I've been working on it." The furrow in his brow deepens.

"You don't have to apologize, Cyare, there's nothing to apologize for." He reassured you, and puts his hand back up, halfway to your face. "Is this alright?" You take a deep breath and nod, he puts the stray hair behind your ear and gives you a sweet smile. "You don't ever have to be afraid of me, Angel, I would never ever lay a hand on you like that." He looked at you earnestly.

An unknown tension in you released, "I love you, Echo."

"I love you too, Sweetheart, you're safe here."

Crosshair

Crosshair wouldn't know what to do about it at first, he's noticed you flinching around him on multiple occasions, but hasn't said anything.

He tells himself he doesn't take it to heart, but he does. He doesn't know why your doing that, he has no reason to believe it's him. Is what he trying to think. But in actuality, he's thinking the exact opposite.

As your relationship was building, he began to see how stupid he was being. But it happened again as he went in to kiss you for the first time. He was leaning on his arm placed against the wall for support as he trapped you between it and him. Your faces were so close to each other, yet every bit he leaned in further he could see the small twitches in your face and neck. Your mouth had just tilted up towards his as he pulled away, leaving his one hand where it was rested on your hip. You could see the heartbroken look on his face, and you felt extremely guilty.

"Do I scare you?" He asked solemnly, looking away from you.

You put your hands on his cheeks and pulled him back, so his eyes could meet yours again. "No." You replied breathily.

"Then why-" He was sharply cut off by you.

"You haven't met-" You stopped yourself, taking a deep breath. "It's not because of you, and it never will be." You replied, somewhat bluntly. Crosshairs eyes widened a bit, he felt guilty and selfish for thinking the way he had.

"Darling- I'm sorry- I didn't-"

"You don't have to apologize." You sighed, putting your hand on top of the one resting on your hip. "I should have told you sooner, and I will explain more when I'm ready." He nodded and took his place closer to you again. You grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him to your lips.

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Yes, I did cry while writing this. This was completely self-indulgent, based on my experiences. I also stayed up all night writing this so you should like re-blog it or something like that *Hint Hint*

If you need help here is the number for the domestic abuse hotline: 737-225-3150 Trust me, reaching out is better than saying nothing, no matter what, you deserve to feel safe. My asks are always open.

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shyvioletcat · 6 months

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A/N: Hey guys, long time no post. I think this chapter passes, I just seem to be existing on anxiety and sleep depravation at the moment so I can't be sure. Writing brings me joy though, as does sharing with you guys. So, I present to you the latest chapter of rollercoaster.

~ All This Time Masterlist ~

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Aelin had never experienced a more awkward car ride in her life. There were so many to choose from but this one well and truly took the cake. None of her teenage failings that had been scrutinised relentlessly even came close to this. Pregnant, destitute and in the car of an ex who had every right to hate you and whose home you were currently on the way to so you could stay… it would take a lot to outdo in this situation. Neither were brave enough to start a conversation, so instead they just drove in a painful silence. Rowan hadn’t even bothered to turn the radio on, a habit that seemed to have lingered over the years.

When Aelin had told him that she had agreed to his offer, Rowan had looked at her with outright surprise and then simply said, “Okay��. Before she could stop him he had helped gather up her belongings that mainly consisted of paperwork, and guided her towards the nurses station where she checked herself out. After that he had led the way to his car.

She had downright baulked at the sight of it. It was a sleek sports SUV in a gunmetal grey. Nice and very fitting for a doctor. The issue for her was that she would have to climb up into it, and Aelin honestly didn’t know if she could. She ignored Rowan to the best of her ability and opened the car door, forcing herself into movement, trying to convince her body to move despite the aching. Aelin thought she had it, but her uninjured arm had shaken as it took the full weight of her body. She might have fallen if not for Rowan putting a gentle and steadying hand on her back, with just enough pressure to help her into the passenger seat. He shut the door for her too, while she just sat there staring at the lock on the glovebox, her cheeks burning.

That had been that. Rowan got in and drove, and now they were slowly making their way through the heavily trafficked streets of Doranelle. The entire car ride they hadn’t said a word to each other. Aelin had no idea where she should even start. They had shifted into somewhere so far beyond normal that it felt surreal to be in this situation.

“We should be at my place in about five minutes,” Rowan said, breaking the heavy silence. The comment was pointless, he had put their destination on the screen in the dash as soon as they had got into the car to monitor the traffic. Watching that time go down had occupied Aelin while also filling her with dread.

“Okay, cool,” she replied.

The silence thickened again, unbearable but inescapable.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Aelin said, finally having the guts to address the situation.

She risked a glance over at Rowan and saw the corner of his mouth tighten. “What else were you going to do?”

Valid question, and Aelin didn’t have an answer. She had no other choice except to be the victim of Rowan’s pity.

Five minutes turned into four, then three, then two, and then they were driving into the underground garage of an apartment building. As the car descended into momentary darkness Aelin swallowed. This was it—no turning back now. Unless she made a literal run for it. But like Rowan had said, what else was she going to do? There was nowhere else for her to go.

Getting out was much easier than getting in, and Aelin had her feet on the concrete before Rowan even made it to her side of the car. He grabbed his and her things from the backseat, the sound of the door closing echoing in the underground space. It was like the final challenge for the ultimatum laid out in front of her. She could go with Rowan or she could risk it on her own.

“This way,” Rowan said, coming around to the front of the car and Aelin followed.

He had to scan a little dongle to summon the elevator, insinuating this place was decent enough for some security. Rowan waited until Aelin was through the doors of the elevator before stepping in himself. She knew the chivalrous considerations were just part of who Rowan was, it still grated on her though. He jabbed the button and floor nine lit up. Aelin started to wonder if this would be her life now, stuck in tight quarters with Rowan where the only noise came from the world around them while they suffered in awkward silence. It was almost suffocating, everything that was going unsaid weighing down on them.

When the elevator stopped Aelin was out as soon as the doors were wide enough to let her, Rowan only a few steps behind. In the hallway it was easier to breathe, she could put more physical distance between the two of them before they would be shut inside his apartment for gods knew how long. This was starting to feel like yet another cage, one of her own choosing, but any way Aelin looked at it she was trapped. At least here, with Rowan, she knew she would be safe. She blindly followed him down the hallway, barely taking notice of her surroundings. Aelin was so tired, maybe once she was inside Rowan’s apartment she could close her eyes and pretend for a little while that this reality she lived in was all a dream.

She was aware enough that she didn’t run into Rowan when he stopped to unlock the door. The keys jangled and the door opened, the man in front of her disappearing inside, and as Aelin stepped into the apartment stopped. The apartment was nice, open planned with clean finishes and white walls, nothing ostentatious or showy besides the huge TV in front of a plush looking couch. Rowan was moving through the space, his movements precise enough that Aelin assumed it was part of his evening routine. The lights in the living area were flicked on, he dropped his keys in a bowl on the breakfast counter, then he was shutting the curtains on the large bay windows that were lined with a cushioned bench seat. It was refined in a way that seemed to scream Rowan, even with their years apart Aelin could recognise that. He had never been one for needless clutter or anything without a purpose. This apartment just seemed to be an elevated and mature reflection of that old dorm room they had spent so much time in.

“My bedroom is through that door,” Rowan pointed towards a door over the other side of the apartment. “You take it.”

Aelin stopped short, her feet sinking into a soft rug. “I can’t take your bedroom.”

“You can.” Rowan insisted. “There’s an ensuite you can use so just about everything you need will be behind that door.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Aelin,” Rowan said, fixing her with a look that seemed resigned. It was so weird hearing that name so often again, even stranger coming from his mouth with even an ounce of gentleness. “Please just take it. It’ll give you privacy.”

Aelin’s stomach sank at the implications of what he was offering. He was giving her the opportunity to hide away, as much privacy as she could get in this amply sized but suddenly overcrowded apartment. Rowan was willing to sacrifice his comfort for the sake of her’s.

Emotion welled up inside her, it had her eyes burning and Aelin chose to stare at the floor rather than risk him seeing the tears. This was too much. The weight of everything that had happened to her over the past few days became overwhelming in a split second. Her hands were shaking as they covered her face, like that would be enough to hold everything in.

Gods, what was she even doing here?

“Aelin.”

She could hear Rowan moving closer and she didn’t want that. His sympathy was misplaced, every good deed that he had so magnanimously gifted her was undeserved. Aelin held up a hand, telling him to stop.

“Don’t, I’m fine,” but the strain and the wobble in her voice said otherwise. “Thank you, for your room.”

“Why don’t you have a shower and I’ll get something started for dinner,” Rowan said, offering her an escape.

Aelin just nodded, heading towards the door that had been pointed out to her, shutting it before she really fell to pieces. There wasn’t too much to the bedroom, just a neatly made bed and matching furniture. The linens were greys and greens, the wood of the furniture dark. Most people would say the room lacked personality but this space screamed Rowan. Once again, it reminded Aelin of his dorm.

Next she moved onto the ensuite. The bathroom was impeccable, clean and not one item out of place. It definitely made Aelin feel like she was intruding, scared to knock something just a millimetre. For a while she just stood there, surrounded by white tiles and silver finishes. She wanted to shower, she really did, but it was such an effort. The feel of the hospital was still all over her and she felt like the smell of it had seeped into her clothes. Aelin just needed to turn the water on, undress, and once she was clean she could put fresh clothes—

Aelin didn’t have anything. She’d thrown out what she had worn to the hospital and there she had been given a single set of everything. Once Aelin was out of the shower she would only have her dirty clothes to put back on, including her underwear. That was so unappealing it made her nauseous to the point she could realistically throw up. Pregnancy was weird.

There were a few options. She could risk putting her old clothes on and hope that her will power was stronger than the urge to throw up. Another was asking Rowan for some of his clothes, but that kind of intimacy felt wrong. Aelin already felt intensely uncomfortable, if she was going to give herself one allowance it was that she wanted her own clothes. So her third and final option was to tell Rowan, hoping she could once again prey on his kindness. Leaving the refuge of the bedroom, Aelin found Rowan where he said he’d be—in the kitchen preparing dinner.

“Hey,” Aelin said quietly, but still it nearly made Rowan jump from where he stood with his back to her. He turned, recovered, and yet Aelin hated making him feel uncomfortable in his own home.

“What’s up?” he asked in a way that seemed more forced than casual.

“I don’t have any clothes,” she replied flatly.

Immediately he was ready to help. “Oh, yeah. I can get you something.”

“Um, I mean I don’t have any clothes.” When he looked a bit blankly, Aelin tried again. “Like, anything. And please don’t offer me yours.”

Rowan’s confusion lasted for a second longer and then she saw his eyes widened slightly as he understood her meaning. “Okay, yeah. We’ll sort that out.”

He went into his bedroom and Aelin wandered back into the living area because that seemed more sensible than loitering near the empty kitchen with nothing to do. Rowan returned a few moments later with a silver laptop in his hand. Aelin watched as he stood by an armchair and lifted the screen, tapping what she assumed was his password on the keyboard. A few clacks and clicks later and Rowan was facing the laptop to her, the site for a popular department store on the screen.

“Do a pick up order and I’ll head out and get it for you,” Rowan said.

The protest was on the tip of Aelin’s tongue but once again, she didn’t really have a choice here. Without a word she took the laptop and eased down onto Rowan’s couch, all too aware of her injuries. Because of the pregnancy they couldn’t give her anything too strong and the basic stuff still left her aching. The near constant pain wore her out.

Aelin was too tired to think and she loaded the cart with basic and cheap items, just t-shirts and leggings and the simplest underwear she could find. Having to spend Rowan’s money was bad enough, she didn’t need to waste it on frivolous things. By the time she was done she could feel exhaustion weighing on her, and she knew within a few minutes she would be struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Here,” she said and pushed the laptop onto the low coffee table in front of her. “Finished.”

Rowan came back over from wherever he’d wandered off to and picked the laptop back up. He gave the screen a quick glance before tilting it down.

“I’ll just get changed and you can take the room,” he said and then he was gone.

As the door to the bedroom closed the apartment went silent and Aelin just sat there feeling the crushing awkwardness of what her life was. She was glad her body was seeking sleep, it gave her the chance to be unconscious and escape. There was a deep green throw blanket folded at one end of the couch, and Aelin pulled one of the corners as she lay down. It was so soft, absolutely luxurious compared to the scratchy bedding at the hospital. The couch was massive and she could have sprawled out on it, but still she lay on her side, subconsciously curling in on herself a little. It felt safer lying like this, just the feeling of that little bit of protection she could offer was comforting.

Exhaustion didn’t prolong her suffering, it helped sweep her away into darkness and the sweet haven of sleep.

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Rowan walked the aisles of the women’s section, eyes darting between his phone screen and the racks of clothing around him. His plan had been a good one, until he’d changed out his work clothes and went to put the order through only to realise pick up orders had closed a good two hours ago. Anything put through would be ready tomorrow. Despite the inconvenience he wouldn’t make Aelin wait that long. Rowan had gone back out to the living room to tell her but she was fast asleep tucked under the throw blanket he kept on the couch.

For a moment he considered waking her, but then he thought better of it. Aelin looked more at ease than he’d seen her since she had walked into his ER that fateful night. The worry was gone from her face, with her eyes closed she seemed at peace—not looking around like she didn’t trust a soul in the world. Him included. She was like a wild animal, cornered and ready to run at the slightest threat. Gods knew how long she’d been stuck in fight or flight. It would be best to leave her to get the reprieve she desperately needed.

So instead he’d taken a photo of her cart and left a note on the table explaining what he was doing just in case she woke up before he got back. And he had also taken the precaution of calling Fenrys to see if he could watch the main entrance of his apartment building. He wasn’t proud about that last move, but he didn’t know what else to do. He just didn’t entirely trust Aelin not to run. If she did Rowan wasn’t about to let her compromise her safety or health once she’d found even just a fraction of it with him. Without resident access the only way out was through the front door and that’s where Fenrys said he’d sit in his patrol car if an emergency didn’t call him away. The list of favours he owed his friends was steadily growing, owing it all to the woman who had so spectacularly stumbled back into his life.

Rowan found the t-shirts on the list and dropped them into his trolley. Everything Aelin had chosen was basic and plain, and honestly not what he expected. He wasn’t going to deviate though, that might require them to have a conversation which seemed beyond them right now. Their situation was going to be awkward, there had never been any question about that, but it had still managed to catch Rowan off guard. Especially when there was such a severe helplessness that surrounded Aelin. She needed help, but she’d fight every kindness every step of the way.

Looking down at his screen Rowan checked off what he already had. He had just about everything except the items he had been inadvertently avoiding. The ones that prompted this whole shopping spree in the first place. Rowan left the women’s outer clothing behind and headed towards the women’s under clothing. This is why he wanted to do the click and collect order in the first place, to stop him from wandering the rows of underwear by himself, picking out Aelin’s intimate clothing. Unfortunately he didn’t have much of a choice. It was almost ironic after everything she had put him through, here he was forcing himself into uncomfortable situations for the sake of her comfort.

Rowan took a moment to study exactly what Aelin had requested so that he didn’t have to linger to rifle through styles or sizes. Again, just basic, nothing fancy. That was certainly surprising considering some of the things he had seen her wear when—

Rowan stopped so suddenly he might have gone tumbling into his trolley if he hadn’t been steady on his feet. That was one line of thought he needed to stop right now. Those thoughts were not going to make these circumstances any easier. The last thing he needed to do right now was reminisce about what they had been. What they were now was so different it was laughable.

Ready to get this over and done with Rowan looked up and got a face full of lace. Red to be exact. Thoughts tumbled one after the other and suddenly he was remembering that red was Aelin’s favourite colour and how she tended to favour that colour in similar items. He could see her, sprawled on his—

“No,” hissed and rubbed his eyes like that would get the image out of his head. This was getting out of hand and he was not for the first time seriously second guessing his offer and his sanity. There were other options for Aelin, but he had gone and dragged her into the one that was most painful for him.

He could do this. It was just underwear. Rowan was a doctor, for Hellas sake. He saw unwear and nudity nearly on a daily basis, buying women’s underwear would not intimidate him. He’d seen her naked, he could buy simple cotton underwear.

Ears burning, Rowan managed to find the underwear and bras on the list and then he quietly legged it out of there. When he was a safe loitering distance away he checked over the items on his phone and then what he had in the trolley. To be sure he had everything Rowan went over both twice, and nothing was missing. He was free to leave.

On the way to the registers Rowan passed by the personal items. He paused and thought about what Aelin might need. In the end he just grabbed her a toothbrush and some toothpaste. Any specifics she could order herself, he wasn’t about to take a guess at her preferred shampoo or body wash. But a toothbrush she would need because Rowan knew he didn’t have any spares in his apartment.

With everything bought and paid for it wasn’t long before Rowan was driving home and pulling back into his parking spot in his apartment building. There were no significant updates from Fenrys, just him moaning on about how hungry he was and that the least Rowan could do was bring him a treat. Unfortunately for his friend, Rowan hadn’t bought so much as a chocolate bar. He stopped on the ground floor to go deliver the bad news himself.

Fenrys’ patrol car was parked a little ways up the street, the colouring and sirens making it easy enough to spot. He was slouched in the driver’s seat looking at something on his phone. Rowan knocked on the passenger window, making Fenrys startle before he rolled down the window.

“Nothing to report,” Fenrys said as Rowan leaned into the window frame. “Did you bring me something?”

“No, but thank you,” Rowan said.

Fenrys sighed. “This is worth a dinner and an explanation.”

Rowan shrugged. “Dinner I can do.”

“Come on,” Fenrys almost groaned. “There is something going on here, and you keep asking for my help and it’s not fair that I don’t know the full story.”

Rowan stood up, slapping the car door once. “You’ll survive. I promise I’ll have a chocolate bar on me next time.”

Rowan was already walking back to his building when he heard a call of, “You better!”

The short journey back to his apartment seemed longer than usual, probably due to his reluctance to be alone with Aelin. He knew he was doing the right thing. There was never a doubt in his mind that offering Aelin sanctuary was the right thing to do. Having her in his space was just something he was going to have to get used to it.

It turned out that Aelin was right where he left her, still asleep. She was curled under the blanket, but instead of looking content, now her face was troubled. Her brows were pinched and her mouth was twisted tight. Rowan thought it might be nausea and went to get her some water and crackers from the kitchen. That was when he heard her whimper, followed by a soft sob.

“Aelin,” Rowan said cautiously, backing up. “You awake?”

He came around the other side of the couch so that he could see her better. Aelin’s eyes were still tightly shut and she had started to bury her face in her hands that were under the blanket. She started to cry harder, her harsh breaths catching in her throat.

Rowan reached out, but hesitated, and then threw away all caution. He squeezed her shoulder gently, rocking her just a little. “Aelin, wake up.”

The next sound she made was undoubtedly out of fear, her body contracting in on itself.

“Aelin,” Rowan said more firmly. “It’s a dream, come on. Wake up.”

Aelin’s eyes fluttered open, like her dream was trying to hold her under. When they opened completely and she saw him she flinched away, sitting up and retreating to the very corner of the couch. She looked like she was still caught in a semi dream haze and trying to figure out where she was.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Rowan told her. “You’re safe here.”

Aelin’s turquoise eyes landed on him, fully awake now. He could tell that sleep no longer had any hold on her from the look she gave him— full of self loathing and guilt. Rowan had to look away because he didn’t know what he was supposed to say or do. There was no comfort he could or wanted to offer her that she would accept. Instead he just focused on what he could give her.

“Everything you need is in here,” Rowan sat the bag on the couch next to her, worried that even that might scare her.

It didn’t, she just looked at it for a long moment before she muttered a soft, “Thank you.”

Rowan nodded to the bag. “I can wash and dry those—”

“It’s fine.”

She had cut him off before he could finish and threw the blanket back. Without a second glance at him, Aelin grabbed the bag and hurried off to his bedroom, closing the door behind her.

The apartment went silent, not an uncommon occurrence due to the fact that he lived alone. But this felt different. Rowan’s apartment was slowly filling with tension, heavy and thick, the worst of it was that it was inescapable. He wondered what it might take for it to overflow and come cascading down on them both like an unrelenting waterfall.

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xxswagcorexx · 2 months

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Hey do you maybe have any lifesteal fic recs? There’s not a lot of rec lists in this fandom and I’m not sure where to start!

okay so um. i am perhaps the Worst person to go to when it comes to this stuff because. You See,

if you want a more. comprehensible list, my two swagdoons fic recommendations is probably the best place to start (1, 2). i am also going to shout out the nevada series and no bills in the mail since i've seen a few people talk about them on tumblr and i love both of them!

but i have gone through my bookmarks and have complied some fics! all of these fics are complete :)

Sweet Berry Pie by beaningeneraldenial

Clown is a busy assassin with too much experience on him to not attract a lot of potential clients and employers. One contract has him going away on the week of his and Branzy's 2nd anniversary, which Branzy doesn't appreciate much. He knows, however, how to make their anniversary celebration good! He makes a pie… he only adds a bit of gunpowder in it. or: Clown should've left a post-it note on the fridge saying "Do NOT touch, Branzy!" before he left for the week. He regrets it only a little.

Repent, Harlequin by trafficpose

The problem with knowing Clown: suddenly, chaos was an option.

Tunnel Vision by jukeboxtea

Mid is far from a quiet person. But when she’s in battle, she’s deadly silent. (or, a short character study on Midmysticx.)

Wire snare by dogdomesticated

Getting a read on intent. What will kill you first: the toxin or the detonation? A short abstract exploration of Rekrap's character and themes in Lifesteal season 3.

Rollercoaster by Thrills (IWantToRemainASecret)

Branzy compares Clownpierce to a rollercoaster and other shenanigans.

i wouldn't blame you if you turned around by Anonymous

sometimes things don't go the way you want them to. it's a story clown has heard time and time again.

What do you see when you look at the stars? by lovecore_jpg

“..What do you see?” “..What?” Planet paused, a little confused by the question. “Like– when you look out at the stars. What do you.. see? ..Besides stars?” ---------------------- Planet likes to stargaze when everyone else is asleep. This time, somebody joins him.

Olethros by arospecitzsubz (Octaveice)

"Theoretically, the ruin goes before the grace. He'd named his sword for a reason."

Brown Eyes by PacificSeaOtter

Nobody knows what color Clownpierce's eyes are- not until Vitalasy, Subz, and Rek start a bet trying to figure it out. Thus ensues the saga of failed, but hilarious attempts to get Clown's mask off.

and I swear I could slit my throat with your dull knife by Scared_Rodent

Like a frozen lake, Branzy noticed how Ashswag's expressions hardly changed, how nothing he saw surprised him at all. Branzy remembered falling in love, remembering dates by the beach with nothing but his smile. On the deadliest server in the world, Branzy remembered him.

winter in prague; 1618 by whichlights

winter in prague; 1618. tensions are high after the defenestration of multiple catholic officials, and a war will break out not quite two years later. in this time of tensions, a vampire by the name of clownpierce is injured. his friend is there to care for him, at least.

drinks in new york; 1926 by whichlights

drinks in new york; 1926. prohibition has swept across the country, but that doesn't mean the party stops. world class performers, drinks, and more- all at greenwich village, a historical hub of gay activity. clown and redd have holed up in a townhouse in the village, and have been having a wonderful time in new york.

games to play on work break by Felix_J

"A boring place is what it is. Hell." Jaron says, and it might sound a little bitter. Ash gives him a blurry look. "No, why do you look at me like that." They've stopped asking questions, (Jaron knows asking questions is not a good thing, and generally, he doesn't care). "You think, that was such a hot resort, and Satan is the greatest of 'em, you're curious, right."

A man, a squid and a clown walk into an elevator… by Thrills (IWantToRemainASecret)

Branzy is crushing hard on the dutch man he and Chief share their elevator rides with, and he seeks to learn Dutch in order to form a connection with him. Too bad he can speak English. Too bad Chief isn't going to stop Branzy.

Now as the curtains rise up by softnoblade

Maybe next it’ll snow. Maybe the remains of this server will be preserved, frozen under layers and layers of snow and ice. Perhaps, decades from now, some unlucky archaeologist will stumble across the remains of this server, and simultaneously uncover both the preserved remains of war and the immortal beings that had slaughtered them.

def function (singularity): by Anonymous/np13

it's always why did you mess with your player data and you're missing half your data structures and never ‘how was playing with your data. messing with code looked fun was it fun’ (it is, right up until it's not.)

sunsets on powerlines by w_nter

It starts with a broken lightbulb in his hands, or maybe in a forest, or maybe in a cabin tucked deep in the woods. (or: a purpleduo + the darkest minds au)

bona fortuna by sinoptics

The god of chance enjoys a visit to the human realm.

throw a punch by vanivanilla

there’s not much to do in prison, or: planet and jaron have a brief conversation as they reset their hunger

In Moments Alone (In His Office, With Pillows And Tissues) by Clownsplin

Although his outward appearances suggest otherwise, Clownpierce's moments alone are filled with stiff joints, aching muscles, and tear-stained cheeks. He gets small moments throughout the day when his pain lessens, even if by an infinitely small amount.

atlantis by Anonymous

Planet is stuck in a space between life and death, waiting. (A million miles away, Jaron is in the same position. A couple of feet away, Bacon had tried to run. Turns out there's not a lot to do when you can't respawn without being immediately killed)

farewell to the port by Anonymous

The day Branzy becomes a pirate he wakes up on a small island somewhere in the Caribbean, drunk out of his mind and distinctly lacking shoes. He thinks, somewhat despairingly, that he really should not be gambling again anytime soon. or, The Golden Age of Piracy, and the situations and decisions that drive people to become outlaws.

lose the battles by Felix_J

"you lost." it states. unless there are any more tricks up planet's sleeve, which there shouldn't be. but planet... is a strange one. "thanks." they say, and that's right, that is a full blown smile. krow still can't figure out exactly how planet's expression works, but this piece shines out, same as his eyes shine. "thank you." planet repeats, like they're not sure krow heard, or do know it can't exactly believe its ears.

Phantom in Your Foyer by arospecitzsubz (Octaveice)

Half the damn crowd had been cheering.

Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye (You say that you're no good for me) by Mx_Artemis

Ash is no stranger to evil, nor is he a stranger to ClownPierce. Honestly, is it such a crime that he wants to catch up with him?

The immortal and his assassin by Thrills (IWantToRemainASecret)

He opened the door without any theatrics, no slow creak open or dramatic swing wide, he simply opened it like he was an old friend visiting a familiar face. And- Hold up, that is a familiar face. The soon-to-be-dead man was sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes shut as he slowly sipped at his cup of tea. He opened his eyes lazily, half-lidded gaze settling on Clown’s face in a way that made him feel as if he had been drenched in freezing cold water. Because he had killed his man before.

no hard feelings by sinoptics

“Hey, Redd,” Clown starts as he reaches Redd, voice ever so slightly out of breath, and then he pauses awkwardly. “So.” “So?” Redd repeats, confused as to where this is going to go. “Our arrangement is off. From now on.” Clown states. What the fuck.

or; the fic in which Clownpierce fumbles not one but two bad bitches

anything you say can and will be held against you by Felix_J

It's funny to see how Red tries to process the little things and guess if they belong to Ash, or Ash's persona that doesn't differ from him as much as he thinks, or maybe much more so, or just things Ash makes up. Ash likes to add a lot to the last pile. Poke around, like a little challenge, reminder he's not all that easy. Currently, with the fucking fish. roses and smoke week, day 6: aquarium | fantasy

For that star trapped in your chest by dogdomesticated

Thunderclouds. Stuck waiting around for Vitalasy to show up, Subz goes down a line of thinking he's been avoiding, and by then it's too late. Something about trust, something about defining what you can't see. Light, and where to find it.

The Boy and The Forest by BearAndHoney

As the tale goes there is a boy who wants to be king adn loved. And as the tale goes there is a forest full of mysteries that one else has been brave enough to explore.

the fox's young master by Felix_J

He finds a fox in the forest, dark fur-broken leg, and it reminds him, as it always does. He takes it home to fix it up, and it doesn't matter if it's just a mindless creature, if. To pass its time, he tells it a story. roses and smoke week, day 3: myths | gods

foreguess by Felix_J

I'd never go on dates just like that, after being married so long, you know that, Ash? Red'd move his head on the seat, and he wouldn't be able to see his eyes through the sunglasses. What's even the point of that kinda date? He would continue, not really ask, because of course he has to poke and argue, it always goes in a loop. Even though he knows, and he agrees with Ash. Thanks, Red, Ash'd answer and break it, because there'd be something in his stomach that's so soft, there is. roses and smoke week, day 2: swap | horror

predictable shows by Felix_J

"I'm rewatching the footage for the auditions, yeah." Red nods, slack. He considers picking the remote from his hands to push unpause, but doesn't think Ash won't find it a serious offence and make it end up on the floor in a corner at all. or, "one of them is lying" boosfer + swagdoons swap. roses and smoke week, day 2: swap | horror

The Mourner by Anonymous

The mourner stands in the open, partially hidden in the smoke. Holding out a bouquet of roses as they wait for their loved on to return.

Case #091413 - Always Bet On Red by orphan_account

Case #091413 Statement of… Branzy? No last name given apparently, about a relationship of unclear nature with someone only known as “Clown”. Dated September 13th 2014, recorded by Zachery Prince at the Institute Cordum.

little comforts by sinoptics

He turns to Vitalasy then, who’s tending a pot on the stove. “Hey, uh,” He starts, and Vitalasy makes a hum of acknowledgement. “Zam could probably use some affection.”

Mutual Hell by Kappuccinokat

Mapicc exhaled, frustrated, and stood up, walking over to the empty window. Zam tried not to relax too much. “I’m assuming this is hell, then.” He drummed his fingers on the window sill. “That’s what I gathered, yeah.” — Or; Zam had lost it all, and now as he awaits his fate in hell, a familiar face threatens to break his resolve.

Homemade Headache Cures by ros_is_writing

“Vitalasy,” Subz announced. “I can’t fucking see, and it fucking hurts.” He emphasized his point by knocking his head against Vitalasy’s shoulder, the metal of his armor hurt slightly. Vitalasy made another sympathetic noise in the back of his throat and bumped his chin to Subz’s head. Normally their head bumps were comforting to Subz, but now they just made his head hurt worse. Damn these fucking glasses.

Siren's Song by KingdomKey

The Phantoms are a renowned pirate crew who sail the seven seas. Their ship comes across a rocky island, and as they carefully traverse it, they come upon a strange creature. It certainly isn't friendly.

sweet dreams i'll always share with you by Anonymous/cutthesky

Red can transform into a plush version of himself (a big Minidoons). Shenanigans ensue one day as Ash and Red wait to fall asleep.

Cut it Out by Anonymous

He always had Ro and his knife, didn't he?

Lifesteal > Eastside > Create a Posting by bloodynocturne (avoxutopia)

Craigslist has always been an odd place, a collection of people in the same place; selling, buying, searching, looking to give or take something. And sometimes, there's small connections. People searching for each other in a circle, narrowly missing one another every time.

Southbound by ros_is_writing

“We could always use the above ground station,” Planet said in the same tone of voice that they used before. Nonchalant, bored even. Like they hadn’t just suggested an actual crime. “No.” Bacon said immediately. “That’s illegal.” “What’s illegal?” Jaron asked.

Poopies' Fun Day in the Hypixel Pit by rainy_writez

With the end of Lifesteal season 4, Poopies the endermite (who is still here somehow because it defies the mere concept of law) has become restless. So Spoke takes it to the Hypixel Pit for a fun day of incomprehensible violence. Surprisingly, Poopies ends up leaving with a new friend… or maybe more?

losing by B0LTZ

take a breath, spit out the blood in your mouth, and get back up on your feet. you still got a couple of motherfuckers to prove wrong

see with your two eyes by Felix_J

He's not a god, because the flag Red sails under doesn't believe in gods. And then he's wrong. In the reasoning, not the other thing.

carry me to tomorrow by Anonymous

Ash chooses to trust himself to the unwavering night.

mixed media: flesh, electricity, bone by Anonymous

“Do you think we’re friends in other universes too?”

(hello) my old heart by Anonymous

What he doesn’t ask is why Ash chooses, over and over, to step through that door, through Lifesteal and Earthbound and the wastelands of an apocalypse. The void knows how many other worlds they’ve followed each other through without a second thought.

fun activities to do with the person you're stuck under house arrest with by oneirogen

Open heart surgery doesn’t even rank up high in the number of weird shit he’s done on this server. Maybe approaching the top tens, if he's being generous.

smile for the camera (repeat and do it over) by gin (tabanthas)

You’re an ally and an enigma at the best of times. At the worst, you are a challenge. You are never, never a friend. OR: rek and his trust issues <3

divine intervention by Anonymous

"If we went through this all again," he says, and it sounds so far away. "Would we still find each other?" (Less than a metre away, Jaron stares at the sky. To his side, Bacon looks at the rubble by their feet. Even when you know it's coming, the end still feels like a loss you can't prepare for)

a parting of clouds by genesis_frog

What do you say, after all of that? Subz and Zam's first conversation after the sign room.

there will be darkness again by genesis_frog

Zam has been in the Eclipse Federation nearly a month now. Subz is getting more and more obvious by the day. Vitalasy steps in.

let me hold it lightly by genesis_frog

It’s a quiet life, outside the world border, but it’s one Zam and Subz have made for themselves.

to the previous respondee: by orioncataclysmic

IMAGE: more bolded comic sans. This time, it’s held up by washi tape, patterned with dicks. It reads: i like war and death and asthma attacks and if you don’t you’re a bitch and your moms a hoe OR: a battle of wits, told through an apartment corkboard, messages between Zam and Mapicc, and glimpses into Mapicc and Bacon's lives

Steam Heart by enderpearlnecklace

After sneaking onto an airship full of pirates, Branzy tries to find a way to escape.

Dear Diary: Today, I killed someone by Fey_wilde

Squiddo prides herself on her excellent memory. It’s one of her only positive attributes, one she can count on in nearly every situation. In just a blink of the eye, she can recall a story, an adventure. Every single bit of data crams itself into her head, sorting into neat piles, ones she can sift through with speed and efficiency. Mobs, history, abandoned places, extinct worlds, glitches, she knows them all. Her memory never fails. Yet, no matter how hard she tries, no matter how many hours she spends lying awake, unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling of her makeshift base, she just can’t remember why. Why did I join Lifesteal?

New Years Eve by Nox_aMillion

Going to the roof was a tradition the two of them had for New Years because apparently they liked extreme parkour off a roof while fireworks actively went off. Or the privacy was nice. Something like that.

Halloween Night by Nox_aMillion

Honestly they had done everything else there was to do on Halloween at this point. They were even dressed in repeat costumes, Red as a demon and Ash as a vampire. (Yes they could be more creative but any costume was a costume.) The two had been coming back from a fear farm when Red mentioned that there was a party at this house tonight. It was nearly two in the morning by the time they got here but the party was still going strong. Parties in houses like this didn’t end until the police got there.

#mcyt #lifesteal smp #tw swearing #media.warning.swearing #anyways i am tired so.#top 10 worst things to ask core swagcore: do you have fic recs #because Oh Boy do i #anyways hope u enjoy ^_^#mailbox.core

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softxsuki · 2 years

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Hello! I'm actually very new to you but I recently read your post about the bestfriend!reader who finds out they can't have children and i really did put me in a rollercoaster of emotions. I was hoping to request headcanons for JJK. Basically comforting fem!reader after she has a panic attack. I experienced my first one 3 weeks ago and it was really terrifying. I think the cause for mine was so much stress I had on myself and I was hoping you could do that! If you can, thank you so much. <3

Gojo, Itadori, and Nanami Comforting Reader During Her Panic Attack

Pairings: Gojo x Fem!Reader, Itadori x Fem!Reader, Nanami x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of crying, panic attacks, feeling of impending doom/death, rapid breathing, rapid heartbeats, hospital visit

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which the guys comfort you after you have a panic attack from being so stressed

[A/N: Hey! Welcome to my blog, I hope you're enjoying it here :D. I'm sorry you had a panic attack, I hope it hasn't happened again! But I know what it's like, I had this super bad panic attack one day after going to this urgent care. They told me my heart was beating irregularly so they advised me to go to the hospital. The whole time my mom was driving me there I had my first panic attack and I felt like I was having a heart attack (bc of what the dr said lol) so that made it worse. My hand was going numb and stiff, I was breathing super hard, I WAS A MESS. Thankfully I was fine. My heart is fine, I'm completely healthy :) But I did have a few more pretty bad panic attacks after that, whenever I tried to exercise or anything that made my heart beat fast. It was terrible, so I just hope you're okay. Hopefully you enjoy these headcanons and they bring you some comfort! Have a wonderful day and thanks for your patience <3 ]

Gojo:

Our immature king actually handles your panic attack very well

He knows how stressed you’ve been for the last few weeks and figured it would all catch up to you eventually, and that’s exactly what happened as you were having a full blown panic attack while the two of you were on your way to dinner

Gojo wordlessly pulls his car over, unbuckles his seat belt and turns to unbuckle yours as well

He pulls his blindfold down so you can see his eyes which you love so much, hoping they help ground you or at least distract you away from your panic attack

“Hey hey, deep breaths. It’s okay I’m here, you’re okay, just look at me darling”

He’s leaning completely over the armrest console so his face and his presence are closer to you, but not close enough to make you feel panicked and claustrophobic

Gojo makes it clear that he understands what you’re feeling and going through and relays that to you so that you know you’re not dying or in any danger, your body is just reacting to all your stress that had built up over time and this was the way it decided to manifest itself

If you’re breathing rapidly, he’d take one of your hands and squeeze it reassuringly, bringing it to his chest so you can feel how he’s breathing and follow along as best as you can

He’s surprisingly very patient and well put together despite his usual childish aura, he knows it's time to be serious

He doesn’t even care that you’ll be late to you dinner reservation, McDonalds is more comforting anyway and maybe it would be best if you both just head back home and eat some comfort food under the covers along with watching a comfort movie as well

He doesn’t let go of you until you’re completely calm–the traffic of cars drive past your car that’s still parked neatly on the side of the road; the hazard lights blinking rhythmically, which strangely seems to help ground you too

You’re finally able to slow your breathing and your heartbeat also slows down, making you sigh in relief

Only then does Gojo go back to his care-free self

He’d probably say something stupid to make you smile and then turns the car around to go back home because he’s in the mood for takeout (but we all know he’s going back because he wants you to be where you’re comfortable)

He parks the car a little far away from your home and you both take a light walk in the cool of the night, the wind caressing your face, making you feel relaxed, glad to not be feeling like you were going to die at any moment

But as soon as you get home with Gojo, he’s making everything cozy as he instructs you to change into some more comfortable clothes and the rest of the evening is spent in bed with great food and all your favorite movies

He probably would never bring up the panic attack unless you bring it up first and if you did then he’d be ready to talk it out with you and give you his support moving forwards so it doesn’t happen again

But if it does, he wants you to know that he’ll be nearby to always help you calm down again so you never have to go through that alone

Itadori:

Itadori is another one who can be fairly immature, but serious when he needs to be

He’s a passionate guy and once he has something to fight for, he puts his 100000% into it

In this case, he puts his all into caring and loving you

So when he sees you hunched over once day gasping for air and crying on the floor, he instantly goes in defense mode

It takes him a while to really understand what’s going on with you: Did someone hurt you? Are you okay? What’s happening?

It doesn’t help that you tell him you can’t breath and feel like you’re about to die

So, he does what any worried person would do–he brings you to the hospital…

And thankfully the health professionals see you right away and do all their mandatory tests like an EKG and blood work, which all come back normal, and that helps you calm down a lot quicker

Itadori stays in your hospital exam room with you the whole time, seriously worried that something was wrong with you, but your normal results just baffle him even more. Then what was wrong with you?

The Doctor informs you that you had a panic attack and says there’s nothing you need to worry about, and this all starts to make a lot more sense for you and Itadori

Itadori feels a little stupid and guilty because his worry and sudden decision to take you to the hospital probably made you feel even more scared, but he’s just glad you’re okay

“I should have known, I’m sorry Y/N…”

Just reassure him that it’s okay, if anything you were glad that you saw a doctor because the normal results actually helped you calm down a lot faster than if you were to just stay at home and calm down on your own

He does make a mental note of this occurrence though to make sure that he’s well prepared if this ever happens to you again

Once you’re fully discharged from the hospital you both go home

He becomes extra clingy for the rest of the day, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re calm and happy

I think he’d be a little on edge for the next few days so just give him a little time go back to his usual self

He loves you a lot and so having the thought that he might have lost you for that short moment, really terrified him, so be a little patient with him

If this ever happens again, he’d be a lot calmer since he’d know how to deal with it and calm you down instead of thinking of the worst

Nanami:

Nanami of course handles your panic attack like a pro

He had arrived home on time like he always does, making sure he got his usual time to spend with you before having to sleep and repeat his tiring day all over again

But something was different–you didn’t greet him at the door like you usually did when he came home and he knew something was wrong

He calls out to you, but that’s when he hears your loud breathing and crying coming from the bedroom, so he rushes to you

You’re on the floor clutching your chest as you gasp for air, desperate, fear filled tears run down your face as you struggle to feel the oxygen reach your lungs

Nanami knows exactly what’s happening BC HE’S SMART, so he gets to work on helping you calm down

Joins you on the floor where he reaches over to rubs small circles into your back, not wanting to jump on you all at once and make you feel worse, but still wanting to announce his presence to you

He slowly eases his way closer to you until he’s right beside you, one hand still on your back as his other reaches for the hand that is gripping your chest

Wordlessly, he brings you closer to him where he hugs you to his chest, lowly mumbling reassurances into your ear, the deepness of his voice vibrates into your ears and through your whole body as you try to listen to his words

Through your sobbing, you focus on his words that try to distract you along with the beating of his heart you can hear as you’re pressed up against his chest in his firm, yet comforting embrace

He rocks back and forth gently, being very patient with you, after all he was still spending time with you and he was glad to have you in his arms, even though he hated the reason why you were curled up into him

Whether it takes seconds, minutes, or hours, he remains still with you in his arms until you move away first, a lot calmer than you were when he first came home

He’s instantly relieved to see you almost back to your normal self

He invites you up onto the bed, taking your hand as he guides you up and into a comfortable position, pressing a warm kiss to the top of your head

Not wanting to leave you alone just yet though, he quickly changes his more comfortable, clean clothes and joins you in bed, making a mental note to wake up a bit earlier so he could shower before leaving for work in the morning

Your panic attack was draining and and body heat of the man next to you combined with your exhaustion lulls you to sleep in no time

If he had to, Nanami would call out of work if you needed him to stay with you for the day, but either way, he would be talking it out with you the next day–he’d make sure of it

He wants to know why this happened and once he knows why, he’d work extra hard to figure out how to prevent your panic attack from happening again, or at least finding some effective ways on how to get you out of it quicker (yes he will put all his effort into anything for you, you’re not work, you receive 1000% of him)

But until then, he holds you tightly, watching your peaceful face as you sleep and presses one last kiss to your face before drifting off as well

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/11/2022 (shhh pretend like it's not past midnight lol)

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jxsterr · 9 months

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In that Depths post, you mentioned Link taking Zelda to Cotera to max out her gear. I feel like the Great Fairies are a little mini adventure for Zelink. Zelda's curiosity, Link's protective instincts and war flashbacks, plus my theory about how their magic works (acts of affection only) and I can't help but wonder how Zelink's initial and subsequent interactions with Great Fairies go. Do you have enough thoughts on that to put into a post?

WAIT UR SO RIGHT i hadnt even thought that much about how the great fairies worked until you mentioned it omgg

see the one thing thats up for debate is if zelda had ever interacted with the great fairies between botw and totk, i’d probably say she hasnt?? cuz it seems like the number of monsters we see in the games is Unusual so technically there wouldn’t be much need for her stuff to be upgraded, plus she literally has a guard dog LMAO

but i could imagine it being SUCH an emotional rollercoaster for zelda, we all know damn well she’s been starved of affection. i hope ive done this thought justice HAHA

- zelda is 100% spending the first 5 minutes there taking photos from every angle and link just has to stand there and wait while she’s like “i just need one more!!” (she’s said that 5 times now)

- i like to think that they’d be able to find things like fairies and blupees near the great fairies

- a further 10 minutes is spent with zelda on her hands and knees, purah pad in hands, trying to sneak close enough to a blupee to get a clear photo

- same thing with the fairies. she tries to catch one for science but fails miserably

- link catches one for her and she spends another minute just turning the jar in her hands. he can quite literally see the stars in her eyes

- “do you suppose we have a jar big enough to make a terrarium?” “i think so.” “hmm.. although, that may raise some concerns over fairy ethics..”

- totk has already shown us zelda has a thirst for keeping any funky creature she finds

- link waves and greets cotera nonchalantly. zelda can’t help but stare, wide-eyed and absolutely encapsulated by her beauty

- “my, and who’s this little wildflower you’ve brought along with you?”

- she’s surprised at how easily cotera’s flirty remarks wash over link. the most he ever does is smile

- it’s zelda’s turn to endure the incessant cooing of the great fairies. she’s bright red and struggles to reply without stammering

- link watches her with a grin and even laughs when she stutters enough that she’s incomprehensible

- she swats at his arm, it only makes him giggle more

- link explains what happens at each upgrade to save throwing her in blindly. zelda’s a little hesitant but he reassures her and the encouragement from him fills her with courage

- she handles the first upgrade easily. she’s grinning and relishes in the sparkles that linger around her

- link’s too busy admiring how pretty she looks when she’s given a confidence boost

- cotera’s looking at him knowingly but keeps her words to herself

- the second upgrade flusters her but she’s giggling

- “not to brag, princess, but my magic has worked wonders on you. you look wonderful!” “oh! you needn’t say such lovely things, cotera, really..”

- link’s already grinning before the third upgrade. zelda somehow doesn’t feel comforted

- cotera decides to show a little bit of mercy given how obvious it is that zelda has very little experience w affection so she kisses her head instead. it still stuns her

- link’s stepping back before the final upgrade. zelda has enough time to make a noise of surprise before she’s been scooped up and dragged to the very depths of the fountain

- link’s laughing when he helps steady her once she’s put back down. she feels positively ready to burst from all this affection. she’s still speechless

- he spends time talking to cotera about their plans to traverse the depths while zelda recovers

- link finds himself asking if cotera’s sure being fully upgraded will keep her safe and for a moment a look of understanding washes over her

- she’s seen firsthand the stages of grief trying to find the princess again put him through. she’d seen the exhaustion in his eyes, repairing some of his clothes as she upgraded them from all the battles he’d endured in his search for her

- zelda’s touched by his worry, but also equally worried about his own wellbeing. being so anxious about her couldnt be good for him. she felt guilty sometimes

- “thank you so much for your blessings, cotera. you have been very kind.” “with a face like yours, princess, i should be thanking you.” “oh..!”

- cotera asks to speak with link alone for a bit and zelda obliges, busying herself with making notes on the whole experience

- “link, please tell me you’ve been looking after yourself?” “it’s.. a work in progress.” “please, find time for yourself to heal. even if that time is while you’re next to her, don’t lose yourself to what plagues you.” “mm..”

- zelda leaves feeling like it’s not only her clothes that have been upgraded but her confidence too. link wishes he had the courage to continue where cotera left off

- both of them feel as though theyve just witnessed some personal growth from zelda, link makes sure to tell her that confidence is a good look on her

- his compliment has by far the biggest impact on her

#rambled with this one oops #the zelda brainrot goes insane #zelink #zelda botw #zelda x link #loz zelda #legend of zelda #zelda and link #zelda breath of the wild #princess zelda #zelda totk #zelda tears of the kingdom #zelda #loz link #totk link #totk #loz totk #tears of the kingdom

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cookeybg · 2 months

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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Oh, the rollercoaster of emotions I have been on. I am simultaneously excited and fill with anxiety about posting my writing. Thankfully it has been more excitement than anything else (I couldn't even sleep the night I posted the 1st chapter.) Thank you so much to those that read it and even commented. It really made my day and encouraged me to post again. :)

Anyways, here's the next chapter!

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

[In case you missed it Chapter 1 ]

Part 1 - Chapter 2

“I’m home!” Jon called out, taking off his shoes and placing them on the shoe rack next to the entrance. “Welcome home honey!” Lois popped her head out into the hallway from the kitchen, one hand covering the speaker of her cell phone, “Where’s Conner?” “He’s with Bart.” Jon saw his mom nod and resume the call she was on. He walked into the room he shared with Conner, dumping his school bag on the floor next to his desk. Both boys had loft beds with desks underneath to give each a sense of personal space in such a cramped room. Jon changed out of his school uniform into a pair of sweats and an old Cheese Vikings t-shirt. Two warning knocks stopped his from sitting and Lois opened the door. “Want to help me with dinner?” Lois asked. Jon nodded, smiling as he followed Lois into the kitchen. While prepping dinner Lois watched her son from the corner of her eye, laughing to herself at how cute her son was. He hummed and moved his hips to a beat only he knew. A slight blush graced his face and he had a smile he could not hide. “Was today a good day?”” Lois asked, amused. “Yeah.” Jon said without elaborating. “That’s good. You can tell us all about it while we eat.” Jon nodded and thought about how he had seen Jay twice after lunch. He even got to speak with him and sit in front of him in the drawing class they shared. When he had first seen the elective on his schedule he was determined to change it since he wasn’t very interested in sketching. Now, though, he was planning on staying with it. He saw Jay again when he turned in his application to the journalism club, he had even waved at him!

“I’m home!” Called Clark from the entrance, “You’ll never guess who I ran into in the lobby.” “I bet it was an escaped convict.” Said Lois while dividing up the oven baked chicken breasts into four plates. “Nope, it was me!” Conner said, emerging from the hallway already wearing a pair of jersey shorts and a tank. “Close enough.” Laughed Lois, “Help set the table please.” Conner nodded, grabbing some paper towels and utensils, placing them in their rightful places on the table. Clark ruffled Jon’s hair as he passed by turning on the living room television. Their television was old and had a couple of missing pixels on right top corner, but the sound still worked. It’s not like it was in the middle of the screen so Jon’s parents didn’t see the point of replacing it. Jon placed mashed potatoes on each plate next to the roasted carrots his mom had already plated. He could hear some lady drone on about the stock market. “Hon, turn off the TV.” Lois said, placing each plate on the table mats Conner had set. “Seems like Lex Corp. and Wayne Enterprises are going head to head in some bidding war.” Clark said, turning off the television he draped his tie on the back of the couch. He walked to the fridge to grab the pitcher of lemonade that he placed in the center of the round dinning table. Conner was already sitting and sampling the carrots with his fingers. The rest of the family joined him. Jon sat between Lois and conner and Clark sat next to Lois. “You and I know that Bruce is going to place some exorbitant bid just to get under Luthor’s skin and then win it.” Lois said smiling at Clark. “True, it’s one of his charming qualities. Clark said, filling everyone’s cup with lemonade. “Charming, eh?” Lois smirked, “guess you would know.” She smirked teasingly drinking from her cup. Clark bit into a chunk of chicken, winking at his wife. “So, boys, how did the new school year treat you today?” Conner perked up and started regaling his first day of high school. He compared the size of the school to his middle school and how much taller everyone looked. He mentioned that Bart was in his math class. “Oh! I also met this one guy whose super smart.” Conner said excitedly, “Like seriously a genius and he’s in three of my classes. Bart wants to try and form a study group with him.” “That’s a great idea, hun, maybe your grades will be better this year.” Lois teased. “My grades weren’t that bad!” Conner spluttered. Lois patted Conner’s hand and turned to Jon. “You wanted to share something with sweetie?” “Yeah.“ Jon looked up at Lois, turned to look at his two other family members, swallowed his food and cleared his throat. “I’m joining the baseball tryouts next week. The couch remembers who I am.” “That’s great news!” Clark exclaimed, “You’re basically a shoo in.” “That’s what I was thinking too.” Jon nodded, a wide grin spreading on his face, but it quickly turned nervous, “I’m also joining the journalism club.” Lois looked pleasantly surprised while Clark looked confused. Conner’s eyes ping-ponged between all their faces while shoving mashed potatoes into his mouth. “Isn’t it going to be hard juggling both baseball and the school newspaper on top of your normal school studies?” Clark asked. “Dad!”Jon rolled his eyes. “Lot’s of people take more than one club. Plus I didn’t get to take any last year due to my leg…” “Did you ask Coach if it was acceptable?” “Yes, I asked Coach and Mr. Thompson and both said that it shouldn’t be a problem, but that I had to take both commitments seriously.” “A team relies that all members pull their weight but, if you think you think you can do it-” “I think it’s a great idea!” Lois cut in.”Sounds like you’ll have lots of fun this year.” Jon beamed at Lois and Clark relented with a fond sigh.

#damian wayne #jonathan kent #jon kent #damian al ghul #damian and jon #high school au #no capes au #jondami #supersons #fanfic #fanfiction #first time writing #i hope someone likes it #be gentle

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vroomvroommbtch · 1 year

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Car’s outside - DR x fem!OC

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Summary: They hated the distance more than anything in the world, so they finally get to do something about it.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!OC

Warnings: Fluff af and language bc idk how to write without swearing.

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: Did I spend my whole Saturday writing this? Yes. Was ROC an inspiration somehow? Maybe. I’m obsessed with writing 2018 Dan and Jas? Absolutely. The fact that I finished this is a miracle?? Yes sir. Anyway, hi kids! This one its kind of short but cute af so I hope you like it. I love this two together bc they’re the most wholesome couple in the world. Whatever, hope u like it and let’s pray I get to post again soon lol Let me know what you think?? See ya soon! ♥️✌🏻

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Car’s outside.

July 2018.

London was gloomy. It was yet another grey day waiting for the rain to fall at any given time, but Jas knew what made it even more grey and sad was Daniel’s bags right by the door, waiting for him to grab them and leave. He was going to leave the next morning because he needed to be in Germany for yet another race, which meant just being able to see him through the screen of her phone. It meant no kissing, no touching, no hugging and just thinking about it made Jas feel uneasy.

After almost one month of blissful kind of domestic life, letting each other go for two weeks sounded insane. Damn, it wasn’t even two whole weeks because she was gonna be in Hungary for the last race of the first part of the calendar. She was gonna be there by his side ready to go on vacations with Daniel as soon as his job was done, but it felt awful even if they were going to be two hours' flight from each other. Two hours flight and nine days apart and she was gonna be back in his arms. Nine pathetic long days to be back in her favorite place in the world. To think about that was what made it bearable.

After six months of relationship, Jas was still not used to letting him go. None of them were used to letting each other go. Even if Daniel was used to not spending much time with his family and friends, he was always telling Jas how difficult it was for him too. ‘I just fucking hate letting you go’ was what he said time after time as they covered each other in kisses. There was no better way to describe it, that’s why during that grey night Jas hugged him a bit tighter, trying to not wake him up in the process. His idea of watching a movie turned into Daniel falling asleep half an hour into whatever random movie he picked up. Then that turned into Jas ignoring the movie and putting her focus on her boyfriend. His face was hiding in the crock of her neck, slow breaths hitting her skin and messy curls tickling her. Even when it was the middle of the goddamn summer and outside it was warm and humid, all she wanted was to stay like that forever, with Daniel using her as his pillow. All she wanted was to make the night longer so Tuesday wouldn’t come.

They both knew how things were and that at some point they always had to say goodbye, but this time was especially hard. Everything was a rollercoaster since Monaco. After their love confession that Sunday everything clearly was different. After that day everything was somehow way more intense, that included the sadness of flying back home to Dublin when Daniel had to go to Canada. She hated it. She hated having to kiss him goodbye and the ‘See you again soon’ promise. She hated those long farewell hugs knowing she couldn’t stay there forever. She hated the feeling inside her chest because her whole body was yelling for her to drop everything and stay. After all, that was the right thing to do. But she had to ignore it, take a deep breath, push the knot in her throat to a side all to whisper a shy ‘I love you’ with a sad smile on her face.

But his week in Canada felt somehow short. The nights were terrible and felt eternal, but the afternoons weren’t that bad and the next thing she knew Jas was on her way to the airport to pick Daniel up. After that, they didn’t move from each other’s side. They went from Dublin to France, not just for the race but also to spend her birthday there. After that they went to Austria and thank God she was there not only for his birthday but also to do everything in her power to calm him down after that terrible DNF on Sunday. After that, they went to the UK and that’s where they had been since then.

It was weeks of waking up and going to bed by his side. It was weeks of not being able to bathe alone because Daniel would sneak in the shower with her every single time. It was weeks of waking up with Daniel between her legs or covering her body with kisses and doing the same for him. It was weeks of giggling as they reminded each other to not be so loud because they were in a hotel room, and someone would complain about the noise. Then it was days of almost a normal life in London. It was days of doing the most normal things a couple could do. It was days of making dinner, grocery shopping, getting a text from Daniel saying ‘I’m on my way home’ and knowing he was not talking about a place but about her. It was weeks of being home simply because they were together, not caring about the country they were in.

After all that she didn’t want to move from his side, but she needed to go back home, and Daniel needed to go to Germany, but all that could wait till the next day. She even wanted to leave dinner for a bit later if that included not moving from her place. They were perfectly fitted together on the couch, and she was so comfortable that moving felt like a tragedy. Moving from there left wrong, but she didn’t have much of an option. All she could do was wish time would freeze for a while, but it was nothing but impossible.

“Baby...” Jas called him as softly as possible, running her fingers around his back under his shirt and tangling her other hand in his messy curls. But just like she imagined, all she got in response was a soft groan coming from her boyfriend, which didn’t surprise her at all. “Danny, baby, c'mon, you gotta get up. I gotta go make dinner” she insisted as she kissed his forehead.

If something always worked with sleepy Daniel was the threat of Jas leaving his side. She couldn’t blame him because every time she would do the same. Every time one of them would be asleep, if the other threatened with leaving, they would automatically react. This time wasn’t different. This time, with the threat of Jas leaving his side, Daniel tightened his grip around her waist, making his statement very clear. “Don’t” was all he said, voice so sleepy and raspy that it did nothing but give Jas another reason to stay.

“Can you look at me, sunshine?” Jas asked gently, kissing his forehead once more. And true to his promise of making all her wishes come true, Daniel looked at her. With the sleepiest face and through half-opened eyelids, Daniel moved out of his little shelter and looked at her. And fuck, how she loved him and his handsome face. She could spend hours just looking at him and kissing every inch of his face. She could stay there the whole night kissing those perfect lips and looking at his brown eyes. All that and his contiguous smile and his crazy curls and that tanned skin were her perdition, so she had to do a big effort to focus and talk again. “Dia duit, grà“

“I’ve no idea what the fuck you just said but it sounded sexy” Daniel murmured, running his nose against hers as he slowly moved one of his hands to her ass, just to rest it here as he would normally do.

And like every single time, Jas would smile and steal one kiss as she moved impossibly close to him because it was never enough when it comes to being near Daniel. “Weren't’ you asleep?” she wondered as his fingers slowly moved around her skin. Not that she couldn’t blame him when she was wearing nothing but panties and one of his shirts.

“Yeah, but my sexy girlfriend woke me up” he smirked, knocking the air out of her lungs like every time he did that. Daniel’s smile could convince her of absolutely everything, so she could imagine how that night was gonna end.

“Excuse me, you're the one who abandoned me in the middle of the movie. You’re very lucky you’re handsome and I love you very much” Jas joked, poking his ribs as she tried to sound as serious as possible. She was the one who normally would fall asleep in his arms so she would never blame him for such a thing. Nothing would make her feel better than to know that Daniel could get some rest from to time after such a complicated year, so he could sleep all she wanted. The only problem was when she wouldn’t be able to leave the couch without waking him up because he decided to turn into a human version of a koala.

“Sorry ‘bout that, princess” he murmured, moving his fingers through the elastic of her panties as he kissed his way back to her neck. “I can pay you back for the inconvenient”

It took everything from her to not follow his lead. It took everything to not beg Daniel to fuck her right then and there on the couch as they would normally do. It took even more of her to ignore the way he was getting hard against her leg and especially to not move her hip against him. There was nothing she wanted more than to ride him until the only thing Daniel could remember was her name, but she had to be a grown-up woman and be responsible. She needed to be a grown-up woman even when Daniel was doing his best effort to change her mind with kisses, some gentle bites, and licks on her skin while grabbing handfuls of her ass.

“Later. Now I got shit to do, beauty. Gotta go make dinner” she breathed, biting her tongue as she kept to herself the moan that was threatening to leave her mouth when Daniel kissed the weak spot on her neck.

“Later”. Another bite, another lick, another kiss, another push of their hips together.

It was terribly hard to resist.

“C’mon, sunshine, I gotta feed you. Mike ain’t here to do the dirty job and if I don’t put food in your body, he’ll kill me, and you’ll get hungry and grumpy” Jas insisted, moving her free hand from his back to his chest to rest it there. Having her hand under his shirt wasn’t going to help much to the situation, but she just couldn’t help it.

“We can order. Besides, you’re the one who gets grumpy when you’re hungry”

He knew her well. He knew her too damn well. Six months together and Daniel already knew her like the back of his hand. He knew she would get grumpy if she was hungry, he knew how to put a smile on her face even on the worse days, the way to make her fall asleep when it seemed impossible, how to make her moan as any other man could ever do, how to convince her to stop being mad at him even when she could never really get mad at him. Daniel knew all the weak points on her body to make her beg for more and to leave her breathless. But beyond all, Daniel could make her smile brighter and bigger than anyone in the whole world. He knew the way to her heart better than anyone else in the world and that’s why it belonged to him.

But Jas knew Daniel as well as he knew her, that’s why she couldn’t help but smile when he said those words. “You’re the one who complains every time we order something! You’re the one who says my food's better”

“Cause your food’s always better” he affirmed, and Jas could feel his smile against her skin. No matter where they ordered, no matter to which amazing restaurant they went, Daniel would always somehow smile and say ‘It was alright, but I like your food better’. Jas would always joke and say there was no need to lie to her to get laid that night, but she knew Daniel wasn’t joking. Jas was no chef, she was far from that, but unlike her sister, Jas paid attention to the kitchen lessons Aoife and Esmé gave her during her life. What she did was nothing but basic meals, but Daniel said time after time that he loved it. It took a late-night talk over a couple of glasses of wine for Daniel to admit he loved it simply because it tasted like home. After leaving home so young, after being away from Perth for so much time, and especially after being on the road that much, homemade food was something that he could have counted times, so having that thanks to Jas were like a little privilege for him. That’s why Jas tried to cook as much as possible for him when they were together, even when she was too lazy and order sounded like the best option.

“Then let me go and make you some. It’ll be fast. You can keep napping meanwhile. Plus, I ain’t gonna put on my shorts so you can look at my ass while I go” Jas insisted. But when she felt Daniel’s arms going back to her waist to hug her as tightly as possible, and when his lips just gave her one last kiss and then stayed there, she knew there was something else. “What’s going on, baby?”

It took him a second to talk. She could feel his body against her taking a deep breath, she could feel his breath hitting her neck as it left his lips, but more than anything she could feel the doubt in his body. It was hard to think he was the same guy who drove the fastest car in the world. It was crazy to think he was the one who loved to get scared once in a while just because. But Jas knew that guy was also her Danny. Sometimes it was incomprehensible to think that man on the tv was the same man she loved. He was the same Danny that would come to her in the good days and when the world felt too much and when he didn’t want to see anyone else. That was the same Daniel that Jas could feel was doubting and trying to pick the right words to say to his girlfriend. And knowing him the way she did, Jas just waited. She kissed his shoulder, traced lines on his back, and played with his curls as she waited for him to find the right way to say whatever he needed to say. If he needed time, she had all the time in the world for him. And if that wasn’t enough, she was ready to somehow invent more time for him.

“I just don’t want you to go. Not even to the kitchen for five minutes”

There was the issue.

It happened once in a while. Normally, it happened every time they had to let each other go. They knew it was a normal reaction knowing they will have to be away for more time than they will like to. Normally it was Jas the one who had to be reminded that everything was gonna be alright. Generally, it was Daniel the one who had to hold her and promise things were gonna be fine, but sometimes it was the other way around. Sometimes, like that night, Jas was the one who had to be the strong one and make the promises even when her own heart was breaking just for hearing him.

“Baby, we talked about it. Now it's just nine silly days, but then we’ll figure out the rest after the summer break. Y’know I’m not going anywhere” she stated, repeating the same promise they also made at least once a week. Their little ‘I’m not going anywhere’ was something normal. It was a reminder. It was their promise to each other. It was one of the things that kept them going on the worst days.

“I know” Daniel nodded, kissing her one last time her neck as he moved to his previous place, finally looking at her face. “I just wish you could come with me”

“I don’t want you to go but it’s work, love. It's your job”

“I know that too, J, but I miss you. And it’s selfish but I want you around. I need you around, princess” he confessed, moving his right hand out of her waist to look for her hand.

“I miss you too, you hear me? I miss you every single day that you’re not around. It sucks when we’re not together” she murmured, getting close to giving him a long, sweet, loving kiss. But even when their kiss was over, Jas didn’t move. She stayed right there in her place with their lips touching. “I love you so fucking much that it kills me when you’re away. I spend the days counting the minutes till I can see your handsome face again, y’know? That’s how crazy I am for you”

“Then come with me, baby. And not just the next two races, come with me the rest of the year, baby”. They talked about it too. They talked about Jas joining him, but somehow, they ended up agreeing on talking about it at some point in the future. The excuse was them wanting to go slow and how she was supposed to be helping in Aoife’s flower shop until Jas figure out what she wanted to do next, but truth was, she was nothing but scared. She was so in love with Daniel that it was terrifying and the fact that Daniel was in love with her was also scary. So far that one was the most wonderful relationship she ever had so she was terrified of ruining it by going with him to every single race. The idea of ruining it in any way just petrified her, but she knew she couldn’t keep postponing their happiness out of fear. She couldn’t do it when Daniel needed her. The emotional rollercoaster of leaving Redbull was coming, and Daniel needed his people around him, which included Jas in one of the first positions. She couldn’t postpone it when she needed him too. “I know what you think and you’re not gonna be a burden, J. You could never be one”

That was also one of the things that were stopping Jas. Joining Daniel mean leaving her job -even if it was with her mom and if it was temporary-, and it also mean depending on him until she could find a job that would allow her to travel. She knew money wasn’t a problem, Daniel was the one paying for her plane tickets, and he would give her a look if she would ever try paying for anything, but she didn’t want to be that kind of girl. She didn’t want people to think she was there for the money, she didn’t want his family and friends to think she was there for it. She didn’t even touch the extension of his card he gave her weeks ago, too scared to give that step. She didn’t want to be a burden in his life when he had already too many things on his mind, so she just gave excuses, but clearly, that was the end of it.

“Danny, I-“ she tried to interrupt, but he cut her with another kiss before he kept talking.

“We can talk about that later, but it’s not important” he insisted, bringing their joined hands together to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I need you by my side, baby. This year’s been fucking crazy and I don’t think I’m ready to live the rest of it without you. And I know I’m asking for a lot, but can you at least think about it?”

Everyone told her to go slow. Everyone told her to take a deep breath and a firm step on her decision when it came to her relationship with Daniel. It wasn’t that her family or friends didn’t like Daniel, in fact, they adore him, but they also knew Jas. They could see how everything was going fast and the last thing anyone wanted was to see her getting hurt. Not that they thought Daniel would do something to hurt her, but the nature of their relationship was complicated. Distance was hard, his job was complicated and what came with it was even more tricky, so the advice everyone would give her was to think about her choices and not jump into it. That would be the advice she would give to her friend or her sister, but everything was out of the window when it came to Daniel. In the heart vs heart fight, her heart would always win and this time it wasn’t different. This time she could even hear her family and friends asking what the hell was she doing, saying how she was insane, and even checking twice if she was sure about her choice. She could hear her mom and dad talking and telling her to not put her life aside for him, but the second she saw Daniel’s eyes everything else disappeared.

There was nothing else besides his big brown eyes looking at her, shining full of love. There was nothing like their joined hands against his chest and how she could feel his heart beating. There was nothing as the expectation written all over his face as he waited for her answer. But beyond all, there was nothing like the way he made her feel. There was nothing as the love, happiness, and safety she felt by his side, so even if everything could go terribly wrong, she decided to take a leap of faith, hoping everything would turn out just fine.

“Alright, I’m coming. But you paying everything’s temporary, you hear me? I don’t want you to-“. But before Jas could even finish what she was saying, she got interrupted again by Daniel’s lips against her. But this time it wasn’t just him kissing her mouth, this time it was kissing all around her face and neck, all while he whispered ‘Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!’ again and again and again. “You’re welcome, but I’m serious, Dan!”

“Money is something that comes with the job and since I earned it I can spend it on whatever I want, alright? That includes bringing my girl with me. There’s no better what to spend it” he smiled, giving Jas his best smile, which normally would convince her of anything on a normal day.

And maybe another day he could convince her, but that night she wasn’t giving up, so she pointed to him with one finger as she talked firmly. “Temporary, okay?”

“Whatever makes you happy, babe” he nodded, kissing her fingertip as he kept smiling.

If he was happy then it was worth the pain.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now as a payback, you can start ordering food and taking your clothes off” she teased, but like every time, for Daniel her wishes were his command.

And if Daniel was happy, Jas was happy too, so it was more than worth the pain.

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 10 months

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ARCTIC MONKEYS 25/06/23

okay now that i've had some time to (slightly) emotionally and physically recover from yesterday, i need to flail about the highlights:

1) meeting one of my absolute favourite humans who i would never have got to know if it hadn't been for this little corner of tumblr - and then getting to share the excitement/nerves/elation/exhaustion rollercoaster of seeing am with them was just - there aren't even words for it. so special 💖

2) learning how to navigate rain ponchos

3) impulse buying too much merch (but also not regretting it. the glasgow tour poster is going to be the first thing going on my wall in my new flat)

4) the mirrorball starting to twirl just before they all came onstage and sending the colours of the afternoon sun everywhere

5) the sheer rush of the moment they all walked onstage together (also that was pretty much the only time i got to glimpse nick and matt at all 💔 from where i was standing i could mostly only see alex and jamie)

6) seeing alex a few metres away in real life after months of looking at his beautiful, dorky little expressions in photos/videos was surreal in the best possible way- there's just something so different about the way you get a sense of someone's energy when you're in the same space with them?? and as someone who's endlessly interested in people, i'm fascinated by how alex simultaneously gives off really reserved, self-contained vibes at the same time as being such a dynamic and captivating performer - like he’s so good at tapping into emotions without letting them be a door into how he’s actually feeling (if that makes any sense, my post-gig brain is not very articulate) i guess that all very much makes sense with all the stuff he's said about personas/performing, but it was still so interesting to get to really feel that sense of his presence in live time. he's definitely very much in control but in a very understated kind of way

7) a bunch of birds circling overhead on one side of the crowd, alex seeing them and dramatically declaring 'release the rest of the birds'

8) me and the lovely human i went with turning to each other with expressions of sheer joy when the opening bars of crying lightning were played (and don't sit down. and four stars. and arabella. and - you get the picture. getting to share the sheer delight of your favourite songs being played is just the loveliest feeling 💗)

9) alex doing a quirky little 'ha ha' laugh in the middle of body paint

10) mirrorball coinciding with the most beautiful pink dusk and half moon just above the stage, and getting to witness alex’s piano playing at the start of it

11) body paint. just. body paint. i think my soul left my body.

12) how much energy and enthusiasm alex seemed to have throughout the set - especially after the last week or so it was just the loveliest thing to see him messing about and having fun. and his voice sounded SO good. how anyone manages to sing like that (let alone sound like that less than a week after cancelling shows due to laryngitis) is an absolute mystery to me

13) alex's theatrical hand gestures for crying lightning (the one for gobstopper was a particular favourite)

14) hearing 505 when dusk has just fallen and you can see the smudged moon behind the deep indigo clouds is the only way anyone should ever hear 505

15) alex and matt having a giggle about something mid set

16) obviously i was aware of how stupidly talented they all are - but there's something about seeing it unfold in front of you in real time that makes it really hit you. the sound wasn't great where i was for some of the time so i don't feel like i got the best audio sense of everything, but i was just so struck in particular by matt on the drums and also alex with his guitar playing. i feel like when i'm just listening to their records i'm so busy listening to alex's voice that i forget how incredible a guitar player he is and - wow. just. yeah. it honestly took my breath away.

17) getting the distinct impression that it provides alex with a sense of amusement to deliberately do that thing where he sings the lyrics at slightly different speeds to trip the crowd up

18) even though i ended up being in significant pain for the second half of the set and had to go find somewhere a little further back where i could lean against the railings (chronic pain conditions and standing for 6+ hours apparently isn't the best mix), nothing could dull how magical it was hearing all the tracks from the car that they played closer to the end. standing there in the dusk and feeling so much about everything is something i'll never forget. it truly brought home to me so poignantly everything about why am's music means so much to me and how much love i have for them 💜

19) being in the exact line of direction alex blew kisses to at the end

20) the hazy post-gig walking in the dark under lit up green trees with the lovely human i went with and our conversations about am and creativity and the courage of sharing music 💖

#i'm honestly still processing the fact that it really happened #it was amazing #though i'm trying not to be frustrated with myself for my chronic pain kicking in when they were on #i had a couple of songs where i was like 'why can't i just enjoy this like a normal person'#but then the music took over and brought me back to myself #so yes #i wish i'd been feeling amazing for all of it #but it was still amazing even if i wasn't feeling amazing for every second of it #and i'm so so happy i went and got to share it with such an amazing human #💜#i’ve been swinging between riding a high and post gig blues all day so forgive me if any of this is incoherent #also #i know these photos are blurry as hell but i’d still appreciate it if people don’t repost them without my permission #arctic monkeys #alex turner #matt helders #jamie cook #nick o'malley #am glasgow 2023 #lulu posts

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alwayslurkinginthebackground · 10 months

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Favorite Place - A "Kissing You" Drabble

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader Warnings: Brief mentions of sex, but nothing beyond that. Word Count: 900 Prompt #58: Playful kisses, such as "I'm not going to kiss you." "Why?" "Because if I do, I don't think we're getting out of bed today.” a/n: I'm back from vacation and I'm forcing myself to stop being so lazy (and by lazy I mean working my full time job that's really like three full time jobs and also volunteering for things and also trying to have a social life) and actually post some of the things that I have just sitting in folders. This is...well, very self-indulgent though because I’m not in the best headspace and I needed to get out of it for a while so…uh…enjoy!

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As a kid, you’d been convinced that your favorite place in the entire world was Disney World. After all, who wouldn’t want to ride rollercoasters all day and live in a literal castle? A diet that consisted of churros and far too much popcorn seemed more than logical to your young brain, and you’d consistently argued with your parents, who reminded you often that there were, in fact, other places you really liked too.

Your father would often suggest your favorite museum. The one that you begged to go to. While perhaps less magical than Disney World, you were still just as enchanted by the animal displays and the butterfly room with real butterflies. Even in the dead of winter. Your mother, on the other hand, would suggest that, perhaps, your favorite place in the world was the home you lived in. After all, they’d always made it warm and inviting, serving as a gathering place for friends and family alike.

You knew they were wrong though, and you told them so, pointedly. Disney World was your favorite place, and nothing could ever change that.

But, as it turns out, your parents weren’t the only ones getting it wrong, because your favorite place in the world was never destined to be a theme park or an exhibit filled with artifacts or even a cozy house in the country. It was here. In his arms.

Frankie’s body is secured around you in a way that you’re fairly certain you’ll never be able to explain through the laws of physics. Both hands are splayed flat on your stomach, arms wrapped tightly around you in a safe grip. His solid chest is pressed against your shoulder blades, one leg tangled with yours, head tucked in behind you, and you wonder for a moment if he can get any closer.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to pull you tightly against himself in slumber. You figured it had something to do with his nightmares, the illusions stemming far too close to reality once the world turned dark. Subconsciously, he was always searching for you, ensuring that you were here, with him. That you were safe.

And that’s exactly how you always feel when you wake up this way. Safe. So entirely protected in every way by the man you’d just happened to meet when an overheated engine went from being your worst nightmare to your greatest blessing.

If you could, you’d bask in the feeling of his warmth forever, but a glance at your phone on the table beside you informs you that, unfortunately, that won’t be the case today. The screen is already lit up with emails and texts from coworkers who leave their beds earlier than you do. Reluctantly, you begin the process of dissecting your body from his grasp. His intake of breath alerts you to the fact that if he wasn’t awake before, he is now. Lips trail along your spine, fingers dusting over your skin, and you turn in his grasp.

“Good morning, handsome,” you whisper to him. Frankie’s eyes are still closed, and you laugh lightly at his returned grumble. “It’s time for me to get up.”

“Five more minutes,” he requests, nuzzling in against your throat and settling there, his arms undoing all the work you’d just accomplished. He can’t see you shake your head, but he can feel it, and when he peeks an eye open, slowly turning up to look at you, you know he’s debating pleading further. “Do I at least get a kiss?”

“No,” you state plainly, pulling his arms from around your waist. “I’m not going to kiss you.”

The look on Frankie’s face can only be described as offended, lips parted slightly. “You would deprive me? Why?”

You smile, pressing a kiss to his nose instead. “Because if I do, I don’t think we’re getting out of bed today.” You roll quickly then, hurrying to get away, but he’s faster, and he hauls you back against him. A squeal escapes your lungs as he rolls the two of you over until he has you beneath him, caged in by the secure frame of his arms and legs.

“You say that like it would be a bad thing.” Frankie leans down, hovering so his lips are just above yours, but he doesn’t kiss you, not yet, his denial mirroring your own actions from moments before.

And it’s torture.

“Being late for work would be a bad thing,” you explain, although you note how lame your excuse sounds. Your voice is barely a whisper, and you want nothing more than to arch up to capture his lips, but every time you try, he pulls back, just out of reach. “But,” you say then, and his eyes drift down to your lips before pulling back to meet your gaze, “perhaps I could use one of those vacation days they keep begging me to use.”

Frankie smiles, his lips surging down to crash into your own. It’s sloppy, a result of the grogginess you both still feel, but it doesn’t fail to light a fire between your thighs. Your back arches again in an attempt to find friction, and he grinds down against you as his lips blaze a path so he can whisper in your ear.

“Trust me, the only person who will be begging for something today is you.”

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #kissing you #lurking and writing #pedro pascal fic

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rwrbficrecs · 11 months

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May Faves

I’m finally here with the first instalment of Monthly Favourites 🥳

This is going to be a Monthly post I’ll be doing with a round up of my favourite fics I’ve read the past month. I’ve picked a few to write longer thoughts on, and will add smaller thoughts for the rest. If I did long reviews for every fic, I don’t think I could keep up with this every month, but rest assured I loved every fic mentioned in this post!! Majority will be completed fics but there is a “WIP” section as well 😊

Happy reading, & if you enjoy this sort of content please let me know! 🥰

Let Loose Your Glow by @athousandrooms I’ve been following along with this fic during its WIP stage and it was completed recently! So of course I had to binge the whole thing and it was so worth the wait. It’s a fake dating fic that is SO soft!! Alex & Henry are so sweet in this fic and the slow burn is so !!! ahh no words but honestly this is one of those fics you can reread again and again and still feel all the feels over and over. Such a beautifully written fic!!

All the Old Showstoppers by @cha-melodius I’ve never watched any of the “Bake Off” shows (so I think any references went right over my head) BUT I enjoyed this fic so much regardless of my lack of “Bake Off” viewing. I loved reading about Henry and Alex’s journey as contestants on the show, but what was even more delightful was the growing feelings between them!! Also the ✨seductive spoon licking✨

i wake with your memory over me (that's a real fucking legacy) by @coffeecatsme Alex is Henry’s ski instructor in this fic - and from the get go I loved their interactions with each other! I also really loved the brother-sister dynamic between Henry and Bea in this!!

YourMusicSucksAndYouLookLikeADickhead by @cloudywilmon Alex & Henry as neighbours is always such a fun time and this fic is no exception. It’s a super funny fic, and I especially love how Nora is written in this as well!

Count The Stars And Constellations by @everwitch-magiks Ohh my gosh, I loved this fic so much that I reread it about 3 times last month. I went through a rollercoaster of emotions reading this fic (excitement? frustration? Is heart-eyes an emotion? Cause that’s the only way to describe how I felt at the ending). Seriously read this beautiful fic 🥺

a rich and complex tapestry by @everwitch-magiks I feel like I could just repeat the review I wrote for everwitch’s other fic and it would still all apply for this one too. I was yet again going completely heart-eyed at the ending of this fic. I have no words to describe how much I loved this one?!

all's well that ends well to end up with you by @evanbuvkley This is such a sweet fic!! Alex accidentally kisses Henry and I love how things just spiral from there!!! Just go read it, you’ll love it I promise.

Paint Stain Smiles by schmulte I loved the way Alex & Henry’s friendship develops in this fic (and of course the way the romance happens!!). The nude modelling is a lovely bonus.

i just think about you all the time by @livinginrhythm Omg I just … loved everything about this fic? Alex is Catherine’s equerry which made me so intrigued at how things were going to turn out and the ending definitely had me screaming from the feels!

✨More Faves✨

A little off the top by @clottedcreamfudge A hilarious misunderstanding!

bend the rules by @tedddylupin Blossoming romance during Covid Lockdown? Yes please

catch my breath to breathe your name by @jamespttr Really loved this fic - really wanted to shake some sense into Henry in this one!!

Cognac and Malaise by M0ssPiglet Pez and Henry’s friendship here - loved it so much!

he got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue by @evanbuvkley Really sweet!! Also love that the rest of the Super Six feature

(la)cross(e) my heart by weather_stained I found this fic so funny and Alex is perfectly written in this!!

like i'm the stranger here. by @chaa-kiao Love coworker AUs! The boys are very sweet in this - but also the angst!!!

✨WIP��

Cabin Fever by selkies_and_stars I love a fake dating fic!! Even better when they’re fake dating on a cruise ship (plus they’re also roommates AND there’s bed sharing). Their pining for each other had me wanting to shake them both.

for you alone by fel24601 Ok I LOVE this fic. I love how Henry and Alex’s relationship develops, I love how fluffy this fic is, I loved the smut, just everything about this fic is so lovely. It hasn’t been updated in a year BUT even in its unfinished state I found it very satisfying as it is. Even if it never gets finished I would reread it over and over!! Such a beautifully written fic - go give it some love.

Ghosted by @cockleshells I really love the plot of this fic - it’s so different and definitely such an intriguing concept. Don’t be put off by the “Major Character Death” tag (and I say this as someone who avoids that tag like the plague) I’ve ignored it in this case because the author also tags “i can at least promise you guys a happy ending” so that’s defs been enough to assuage my fears. It’s an amazing fic so far, so give it a read!!

Never a Guarantee by @clottedcreamfudge If you haven’t already been following this fic - what are you doing!! Loving everything about this fic - it definitely gets you hooked straight away. The slow burn killed me in the best way 😩

That’s a wrap!! Stay tuned in early July for June Faves!

#Monthly Faves #rwrbficrecs #red white and royal blue #firstprince #firstprinceficrecs #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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polyhexian · 7 months

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Thinking about the emotional rollercoaster that is Hunter and Jasper's newfound developing relationship after Jasper's no longer dying of infection and everything's come to light. Hunter now knows the truth, but can he HANDLE the truth? He was already having, like, seven ongoing crises, and now he has THIS on top of them. He's just learned about a dozen new things he gets to be angry over!

Your approach to writing Hunter's trauma recovery has always been very raw. I like a good saccharine hurt/comfort fic as much as the next person, but I really appreciate the raw approach, too. Recovery isn't perfect, it can be ugly and uncomfortable and painful, and you've never shied away from that. So I'm thinking of a still-reeling-from-Hollow-Mind Hunter, freshly dumped in another dimension with his weirdo stalker who turns out to be the father he'd just gotten used to thinking never existed, and I'm looking over at Agony!Hunter and Lament!Hunter for comparison and wincing.

I commented on another post about how I feel like Hunter would WILDLY vacillate between "you should've just kidnapped me by force!" and "yeah I was definitely super brainwashed and would've run back to tell Belos everything first chance I got" for the first…however long it takes for him to come to terms with this. But I can also see him lashing out at Jasper, like, here's some of the awful things Belos did to me, I hope that telling you about them makes you hurt because I feel like you abandoned me and I'm angry. But then that eventually goes in the complete opposite direction, like, I'm not going to tell you about what horrible memory gave me nightmares tonight even though I'd feel better if I did, because I know you love me and you were trying your best and you've been hurting every day for 16 years while you tried to get me back, and I don't want to hurt you more.

Jasper just…trying to get his kid to talk to him if he needs to. Probably at some point when Hunter's clammed up Jasper has to open up a bit himself like, look, nothing you could say is going to surprise me, that man gave me more opportunities to look at my insides than I want to remember; I'll be angry and sad about what you went through, but I've spent 16 years thinking about what he might have been doing to you and trust me, nothing you say is going to send me into a horrified shock response. Maybe he's reluctant to talk about his own experiences much because 1) Remembering sucks, and 2) He doesn't want Hunter thinking he's trying to upstage his pain, but like…they have adjacent trauma from the same abuser, they're gonna understand each other on a wavelength most other people won't get.

I do feel at the very least though Jasper would nip whatever personhood-related crisis Hunter might be having in the bud. Nope, nope, none of that; it took me 12 years to figure out I was a real person with feelings, and I didn't bargain with Belos to convince him to allow you the privilege of thinking you're a person just for you to start questioning it because you found out you're part vegetable. You've got 16 years experience of believing you're a person, that's a fantastic foundation that you should NOT take a sledgehammer to. Are we real people? We damn well BETTER be after all the work I put into figuring out emotions! Maybe this is like, the one thing Jasper really puts his foot down on. He's fine if Hunter's angry at him or if Hunter never forgives him or whatever, but he absolutely draws the line at Hunter thinking he might not be a real person.

Probably doesn't help that the whole situation is likely compounded by Hunter's guilt that oh, all his friends had to leave their family behind and are super worried about them, and he just GOT his dad back but he can't even be grateful about it?? What kind of horrible person is he??

And later on, when they've progressed past the worst of the anger, and Hunter has realized that yeah, he really does want a relationship with his dad. Then his issues of self-worth and believing love is conditional come into play.

I'm imagining some point where they're having a quiet conversation, maybe on the couch late at night. Maybe it started with Hunter asking why - why did you even care, why were you so willing to die for me when you barely knew me for two minutes. And Jasper is like I don't know, I just did, but that's not good enough for Hunter so he keeps talking. He talks about growing Hunter, all the work he put in and the attention to detail, about how excited he was, how he'd quietly talk to the planter box and spill out what he was only starting to realize were real feelings, about how he'd put his finger in Hunter's little palm and feel his heart stutter when his hand closed around it.

And Hunter listens to all of this in silence, watches Jasper smiling at the memories while he speaks, and he starts thinking about himself. About how he's never been able to maintain Belos's approval, how he's never been able to impress the coven heads, how he's just a half-a-witch who's never been anywhere near as powerful as Jasper is, how he's never been able to beat the Martlet in combat, how he's got so many punishment scars, how he's been such an awful, ungrateful brat these last few weeks to this man who loves him so much; love is conditional and Hunter has done nothing to earn Jasper's love and he probably needs to figure out how to fix that before he loses what seems to be a good thing, except his failures are many and his debt to Jasper is enormous and there is absolutely no way he will ever be able to impress or repay this man.

Jasper is still smiling into the middle distance as he says something about how badly he wanted to meet Hunter and how curious he was about what kind of person he'd be when he emerged.

Hunter feels a rock sink in his stomach, and very quietly says, "Sorry for the disappointment."

And Jasper blinks and looks down at Hunter, pure confusion on his face, and asks, "Why would I be disappointed?"

ahhHHHH

jasper completely blindsided by this. he doesn't have the proper experience with hunter's self worth issues yet to expect stuff like this, its just fully like. what?? disappointed??? when did i say that?? did i make it sound like that??? shit im doing a really bad job at this i guess. but also like. disappointed?? how could i ever be disappointed? you're alive! you have friends! I'm so happy! this is everything i ever wanted! and hunter is like no, i mean, disappointed by me and what i turned out like, i'm not nearly as brave or loyal as you, im a coward. and jasper is just floored. like ???? no! you are so smart and creative and kind and you are brave! what are you talking about??? you're a great kid! cue hunter bursting into tears

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