#first of all omg hi!!!! I didn’t think anyone was going to send me anything so I started getting ready for bed

[rosicheeks]

You’re so pretty.

Also your butt is wonderful.

Also also your titties are great.

Also also also please can you lay your head in my lap while I play with your hair?

🥺🥺🥺

[tojisun]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8tQfwXt/

this with biker!simon 🤭 the way he just melts omg

OH MY GOD I YELLED

nono fr omg the way he melted as soon as he heard it and the way he literally looks like hes about to lose his mind on the highway??? SCREAMING

!! suggestive - minors dni; sexting ig // biker!simon mlist

thinking about how this isn’t really something you’d usually send—you’re so used to his friends snooping on his phone so of course you two have to be careful. discreet.

but.

it’s been a while since you two have done anything more than rushed make out kisses. even the last time you two tried to squeeze a quickie, it was still, somehow, interrupted by your conflicting schedules.

you’ve tried to hold onto your patience. tried holding back even when all you wanted to do was jump simon because there he always is, beautiful and hot and just overall so goddamn attractive, it should be illegal to be that good looking.

but it’s been a while now. and you’ve missed him dearly.

it didn’t help that his last meet was all over social media, getting mixed into edits because of fucking course he is a tiktok edit now. you really can’t blame anyone—you were there, after all.

you’ve seen, first hand, the way he unveiled his new shop project before pairing up with that guy who you all still call konig. god knows what his name is but honestly you’re not even curious anymore. not when simon stole the goddamn show. again.

then the asshole had the audacity to point at you, black leather gloves stark against all the flashing cameras, and you watched as he made a little fucking heart with his hands. if the cameras weren’t going ham on simon then, they sure were after that little flirty stunt.

you felt yourself be engulfed in flames so, yeah. you really can’t blame anyone for sharing every pictures and videos they have of simon that day all over the internet.

still, somehow, you want to monopolize him. possess him.

and, if you’re not blaming anyone for sharing every sliver of simon’s meet, well, you hope no one can also blame you for what you’re about to do.

-

simon grunts as he finishes rounding a corner and begins easing into the highway. he rights himself up and blazes past the straggling sedans to get into the thick stretch of the road.

it’s not too windy today but dusk is breaking out and simon’s just glad he’s finally en route to your place. it’s been a long day and gods he’s missed you.

he gets the notification a few minutes in.

“hey, baby,” your message starts. “i missed you.” there’s a pause. “i’m wearing that lingerie you’ve always liked, you know the blue little thing? i forgot how lace feels since it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

simon’s breath is suspended in the pathway through his lungs, his eyes going wide as your words draw on. not even siri’s robotic voice can shake away simon’s thoughts—the vivid imagination of coming home to see you in that lace bralette and panties and—he grips the hand clutch tighter—the matching lace choker it came with.

fuck-

“might start without you, lover boy. so drive home—to me—safe, okay? see you soon, baby. love you.”

fuuuck.

simon books it home.

AAAAHHHH SCREAMINNN no bc this is me w simon!!

[seuonji]

Hellooo! I LOOOVEE LOVE YOUR IDOL! SVT X IDOL! READER, so IMAGINE like a ot13 reaction to you being shipped w another k-idol (can be same gender or opposite gender hehe🫶). I THINK IT WOULD BE SO HILARIOUS, THAT'S ALLL THANK YOUUUUU!! 🫶🫶

from aya: THIS IDEA>> OMG!!!! I LOVE(´⊙ω⊙`)♡. so happy you like the series!! thank you so much for requesting and i apologise for the wait!

—something that’s cute is that they all have so much trust in you they wouldn’t doubt for a second about your loyalty to them! if anything, a rumour about you dating someone else would be sightly comedic to them.

seungcheol/mingyu the only problem he has with your dating rumour is that it’s not him in question. out of desperation he joked, “wanna reveal that we’re dating?” or he’d joke about spreading rumours about you and him through an anonymous account. you immediately hit him to knock his delusions out his head. he’d reason that it was a great time to reveal cause anyways, why would anyone believe it at a time like this. his plans never went through.

seungcheol/jun/minghao loves reading the threads online and asking you if the theories are true. “yn, is it true you and them shared that one blue hoodie?” he asked with puppy eyes.

jeonghan/wonwoo/jihoon doesn’t really pay any mind to the rumours however he does have a slight change in behaviour around you. he became a lot more clingy towards you behind closed doors and would hint he wants your attention. he silently takes advantage of the situation (even though he didn’t have to in the first place??)

joshua…would that man even find out about the rumour? if ever he does, he would just laugh at it and ask you how the ship arised. he’s not keeping up with the internet but he’s certainly keeping up with the yn!

jun/seungkwan/chan would send you the ‘welcome home cheater’ meme just to spite you.

soonyoung/seokmin/vernon thinks it’s damn funny. he will never stop laughing about it. like he’ll think about it in the middle of the day and laugh. he can’t wait to see them at a future event.

wonwoo/minghao menacingly plays ship edits around you.

mingyu/seokmin/seungkwan would exaggerate and whine over the situation. when he saw you after seeing the ship post, he sang heartbreak songs cause ‘my s.o left me for another man (ಗдಗ。)’ you best believe he won’t let the rumour go even after years.

minghao would keep teasing you about it. “how many dates have you two been on huh?” / “how long before you were going to tell me?” it’s just banter and a way for him to show he trusts you and you don’t have to worry about being shipped with someone else.

seungkwan somehow knows everyone in the industry i feel like he would just hit up the idol you’re being shipped with. if they’re close enough he’d just laugh and ask how does it feel to get shipped with his s.o.

[mustachrryluvr]

omg imagine being in subspace and you’re just so incoherent and harry is just holding you and telling you how good you are for him and he notices how you’re trying to suck on his thumb and he just sticks it in your mouth and is like “is that what you wanted princess? you’re so good for me” like holy shit 🥺🥵#Concept

I saw some other accounts get this request, but, since I got it too, here’s my take on it!! 

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: smut, female subspace 

Harry comes home unexpectedly and is insatiable.

— — — — 

It usually took a lot for you to get into subspace, but Harry got you there so fast tonight that you’re not exactly sure how or when it happened. 

Harry has been on tour lately, but you had some responsibilities to tend to back home that kept you from traveling with him for the beginning of the last leg of Love on Tour. You had just flown into London today as Harry had a show coming up in a couple of days in Coventry that you would be traveling to. You had hoped to be able to spend a travel day with him as he had planned to stop by London before the show, but he had gotten stuck in Germany for an extra day and would have to go straight to Coventry the day of the show. 

It was only about a two hour drive from London to Coventry, but you hated travelling alone. It would just be you and the driver Harry had hired for you, which technically meant you wouldn’t be alone, but you preferred it be Harry with you. But you decided you would worry about that when the time came and just spend your evening catching up on some shows you were behind on.

You had stayed in Harry’s London home many times, but this was the first time you stayed there alone. The two of you had been dating for 2 years, so it wasn’t weird that he let you be in his space alone, but it still just felt weird to be there without him. So, you made sure you had things around you that made you think of him. 

The first thing you did when you got to his house was ravage his closet for a sweatshirt that smelled like him. Then, you took a blanket and pillow from his bed and brought them down to the couch to cuddle up with while you ordered Chinese takeout from the takeaway shop the two of you always order from. 

As long as you felt his presence around you in some form, you were okay. 

While cleaning up the kitchen and putting your leftovers in the fridge, you swore you heard a door close. You paused for a minute, but didn’t hear anything else so you assumed the noise just came from the tv playing in the living room. 

However, when you back to the living room, there he was. 

“Harry?!” you said, jumping back a little, not expecting to see anyone standing in the room. 

“Wh-what are you doing here?” you continued as you walked up to him. 

Before you even made it halfway to him, he raced forward, grabbing you, and pressed his lips to yours. 

As he’s pushing you backwards towards the couch, you try to mumble against his lips to ask him what he’s doing here but it's no use. “Harr-mmmmmm”, is all you get out as he pushed his mouth deeper into you. You feel the backs of your legs hit the edge of the couch and have no choice but to sit as he lowers you down. He continues to push into you until you are laying with him on top of you with him still devouring you. 

Harry gets comfortable laying on top of you between your legs as you accept his deep kisses and wrap your legs around his waist. You feel him push his hips roughly into yours as he slightly lifts his lips off of yours. One hand is placed on your waist while he moves the other up to hold your jaw. You look at him in awe as he finally says his first words of the night.

“I missed you so much, pretty girl,” he rubs his nose against yours as he continues with his hips still rutting into you. “You’re gonna do whatever I tell you to tonight, okay? Be a prefect, good girl for me. Can’t go another minute without you.” 

You’re completely immersed in the moment at this rate, and you subconsciously decide to ask him why he’s here later. Because right now all that matters is him. 

You give him a small smile and nod at his words. “Mmmmm, already wet and excited for me, aren’t you lovie?” he asks, pleased with your reaction to his words. 

“Always for you,” you get out before he’s crashing his lips back onto yours. 

You’re not sure what has made him so insatiable in this moment. Yes, it’s been a while since the two of you have been intimate since it's been a while since you’ve seen each other, but this feverish desire to have you right now isn’t something you’ve seen from him before. Not that you’re complaining.��

Harry and you were no strangers to playing around with dom/sub dynamics, and it is obvious that Harry wants to delve deep into that world tonight as he is rutting his hips into you so aggressively at this rate that you are already being stimulated enough that you could come if he kept it up. It was only when he was in his dominant headspace that he acted rough with you. You both enjoyed it a lot, but you also were very aware of your intimate moments and didn’t want them all to be rough and dominated by one person, so you often played with different types of dynamics all the time. 

But, to be honest, “Dom Harry” was your favorite version. So, if he wanted you to be his “perfect, good girl” tonight, you best bet that’s exactly what he is going to get. 

Being what Harry needed in that moment was all that mattered to you. 

He had come on so strong and dominant right away that it pushed you into your subby headspace quickly. You weren’t near subspace yet, but you wouldn’t be surprised if you ended the night there as your need to please Harry and Harry only was already so strong. 

Without another word, Harry quickly stripped you of your sweats and underwear before doing the same to himself. 

His cock sprung up to his lower stomach, the tip an angry, fiery red as he growled at the relief he must’ve felt. You mewled and brought your eyebrows together in concern at the sight as all you wanted to do was help him rid himself of the pain he was probably feeling. 

He could read your thoughts all over your face. “Aw, don’t worry about me baby. This sweet, little cunt is gonna make me feel so much better, isn’t it?” he says while stroking himself with his attention on your soaked core. 

You moaned at his words. His filthy language always making your chest feel full in the best, most erotic way possible. “Please Harry, use me. I just want you to feel good…please, H,” you whine out to him in the most delicious way that almost has him losing all his composure right then and there. 

Without another word, Harry leans forward over you, wraps your legs around his waist, lines himself up with you, and slams himself as deep as he possibly can into you. You both let out near pornographic moans. You at the painfully, pleasurable intrusion, and him at the sudden warmth and tightness that surrounded him. 

He could’ve come right then and there, but he fought the urge by immediately pulling out and slamming right back into you.

You could barely even get any moans out as he kept his quick pace. You could only emit tiny whimpers before he was already pushing another one out of you. You had no control over your body in this moment and just decided to give it all up to him. 

“Pretty girl just gonna let me use her like a rag doll, huh? Taking me so good that you can’t even control yourself,” he pauses to groan as you involuntarily clench around him in response to his words. “God-Fuck, baby. Cunt made just for me, I swear. I don’t know if I can ever go without.” 

It was right then when he decided to switch his pace from fast and rough to slow and deep that you could feel it. You could feel yourself falling under, falling into your subspace. All you could feel was him. All you could hear was him. All you could see was him. You were absolutely consumed by him. 

It usually took a lot for you to fall into subspace, but this time you fell quick, and hard. 

You gasped airly and looked at him with big eyes and furrowed brows when he thrusted into you especially deep, hitting all your spots. 

“Yeah, baby? Right there, huh? Gah..so good for me…” he sighed out that last part as he leaned further into you, enclosing his whole body around yours. Isolating you from being able to look at anything but his face. 

“Harr…” you gasped out as you reached your arms around his back and clawed at his back, roughly grabbing at his shirt he was still wearing. 

He felt you tighten around him as he watched your jaw drop and eyes clench shut all while he felt your fingers cling to him as if he would disappear. He knew then that you were about to come (which was for the best because he really couldn’t hold out much longer). 

“Such a good girl for me, come on baby, let go. Be my good girl and let go.. y-yes that's it, pretty,” he moaned out as you let go, your mouth open in a silent moan as your whole body seized and convulsed under him in immense pleasure. 

Harry followed and released into you soon after as your release completely sent him over the edge. 

As each of you came down from your equally strong highs, you relaxed into the couch as Harry placed all his weight on you with his face resting in the crook of your neck. It made you feel safe when he did that. 

After a minute of catching your breaths, Harry was the first to speak out. “Did so well for me, pretty girl.” 

He paused for a moment, expecting to get a response from you, at least a blissed out hum. However, when he got nothing in response, he immediately was worried. 

“Lovie?” Harry lifted his head and brought one hand up to gently smooth over your jaw. He finds you looking at him in completely awe and adoration. Eyes slightly glossy as you look deep into his eyes. 

“Oh, princess. You’re deep, aren’t you?” He shifts his body weight onto his free hand placed next to his head so he can pull his weight off of you, but you immediately freak out that he’s gonna leave you. With a sad and worried look on your face, you flatten your hands on his back and hurriedly speak out, “No, no, stay. Please.” 

“Sweetheart, shhhhh,” he quietly responds as he lowers himself back down on to you. It’s now that he realizes just how deep you are. Absolutely beyond floaty. He wraps himself back around you, but still keeps one and on your jaw as his thumb slightly caresses your cheek. 

“I’m not going anywhere, baby, okay? Harry’s staying right here with you.” You sigh out at his words, closing your eyes again as you revel in the feeling of his body on yours and nuzzle your head into his hand that rests on your face. 

Harry hadn’t even noticed you getting floaty and hadn’t expected it since it usually takes a lot to get you there. He wasn’t complaining though, because he felt so much happiness knowing that you trusted him so much to allow yourself to get into this headspace with him. He knew that being in subspace was a vulnerable thing and doesn’t just happen with any partner, so he was elated to know that he felt safe with him. 

He just laid there for a moment, looking at you with adoration. Letting himself feel the pride coursing through him. Proud of you and your willingness to be vulnerable with him. “You did so good for me today, princess. Thank you for trusting me.” 

After he spoke, he took a moment and realized he was slightly worried about you, though, as you were quieter than you usually were when you were in subspace, but just tossed it up to the fact that you got very deep very quickly and your system wasn’t used to that. 

As he admired you for a moment, he noticed you nuzzle deeper into the hand he had been caressing your cheek with. For a moment you seemed to get frustrated and let out a small whine as he moved his hand along with your movements. 

“What is it baby? Hmm, what do you need from me? I’ll give you anything,” he says as he moves his thumb that had been on your cheek to your bottom lip. 

When he placed his thumb on your lip, you immediately opened your mouth with a gasp, your eyes going wide almost begging him with your eyes. 

“Oh, lovie,” Harry chuckled, catching on to what you wanted, and allowed his thumb to slip behind your lips as you hummed and gently began to suck on his finger.  “Is that what you wanted princess? You’re so good to me.” 

Harry laid with you for a while as you continued to suck on his thumb. If that was what was going to bring you comfort in this moment, then he would let you do it forever. You had never needed this type of comfort before, but he was willing to give you whatever you needed. Aftercare was very important to the both of you, and this is just what it looked like for you today. 

You must’ve dozed off a bit, because the next thing you knew, Harry was gently taking you into the bathroom where he already had a bath ready for you. 

“Hi, lovie,” he softly said to you when he saw your eyes open up. They were brighter and less glossy now, telling him that you had come back to him. 

“Hi,” you softly replied with a small, content smile on your face. 

Neither of you spoke again as he undressed you and himself before placing you in the warm bath. He got in right behind you and pulled you into his chest where you immediately relaxed. 

“You’re back with me now, right, baby?” he asked has his hands rubbed up and down your arms trying to keep you grounded with his touch after coming down from your floaty state. 

“Yeah, Harr. Felt so safe with you, had to let go,” you responded quietly as you closed your eyes and enjoyed his touch. 

“That’s okay. I always want you to feel that safe with me.” 

You sat in silence for a few minutes before Harry picked up your loofa and some soap to begin cleaning you up. As he started, you spoke up, “Why are you home anyway? I thought I was meeting you in Coventry?” You turned a little to look at him, confusion written on your features. 

He chuckled as he continued to clean you off, “Was supposed to stay in Munich an extra day for a meeting, but it was cancelled. Thought I’d just come home and surprise you.” 

“Surprise me and fucking devour me is what you did goddamn. Bout gave me whiplash with how quickly you came at me” 

Harry loudly chuckled at that, “Oh, shut it. I know you absolutely bloody loved it.” 

You giggled before you responded, “Mmmm, yeah, I definitely did. Love you, bub.” 

“Love you, baby.” 

You two sat in silence throughout the rest of your bath before you retired to bed. It wasn’t long before you were tangled together, sleeping the night away. 

— — — — 

That was something… lol haven’t written smut in a HOT minute so I'm so sorry if it’s eh…also didn’t proofread so there are probs grammatical errors but whateverrrrr 

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[michwritesstuff]

Dating Bradley Bradshaw (Top Gun: Maverick)

a/n: omg does this song not scream being loved by bradley bradshaw! haha i am not doing well but this headcanon is saving me, so hope you all enjoy!

summary: female reader (she/her) x bradley bradshaw ughh I just want to date this man so badly! I know he would take such good care of his girlfriend! enjoy my ideas of what I think it would be like to date Bradley Bradshaw :)

notes/warnings: sexual activity mentioned at the end (18+)

word count: 1.3k+

You had first met Bradley during his first time around at Top Gun.

As attractive as you found him, growing up near North Island you knew that military men were off limits! They never stuck around long enough for anything serious, and you weren’t the type to mess around.

But Bradley was different. From the beginning he was genuine and caring, with the ability of holding an intellectual conversation, a trait that you appreciated.

You quickly became close friends and kept contact after he graduated from Top Gun and was shipped overseas.

He would send handwritten letters and a picture to keep you updated.

When Bradley got called back to Top Gun you reunited, but not without him making a surprise out of it. He had Penny call you into the Hard Deck to pick up something for your parents, running up and grabbing you from behind as you face the bar.

You reacted like any rational person would react, instantly dropping your weight and elbowing your attacker until their grip loosened.

“Ow, shit!”

You turned around immediately, recognizing his voice.

“Bradshaw, what the fuck?” the initial shock quickly replaced with excitement as you threw yourself into his embrace.

“What are you doing here?”

“Had to surprise my best girl!”

Your heart fluttered at his admission “his girl”

Since his return, every time they weren’t busy with training and worrying about the mission the Dagger Squad would come over to your house to hang out. It was your way of reminding them that they were regular people and deserved to have fun!

The night before they shipped out, Bradley had showed up at your doorstep at 10:30pm

“Rooster, what are you doing here, you should be sleeping?”

“I couldn’t. I started thinking too much and I just I—” he trailed off.

You invited him in, making tea for the both of you as he sat on your couch.

As you sat down next to him, turning so that you were facing each other you freezed as he grabbed your hand.

“What’s going on Rooster?”

“Y/N, I just—I can’t leave tomorrow without getting this off my chest.”

“Bradley—”

“Y/N, I love you. You are the kindest and most considerate human being that I have ever met. You are always there for me whenever I need you to be and you are incredibly genuine and selfless. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”

You didn’t respond, shocked and in awe of his confession.

“Say something darling, I’m drowning here” he laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

One hand cupped his cheek as the other snaked around to is neck, pulling him in so that his lips hovered over yours.

“I love you too Bradley”

You were met with the warmest and most electrifying kiss of your life. Like the ones in the movies where time freezes and fireworks explode.

“You better come back to me,” you whispered as you both pulled away.

“Always,” Bradley responded, leaning his forward head against yours before giving your lips a quick peck.

And come back to you he did.

After the Uranium mission you and Bradley had made your relationship official. You didn’t make it a big deal, but you had really felt it when he reintroduced you to the team as his girlfriend.

If Bradley thought he loved you before, then he was a complete stranger to this new feeling of being in a relationship with you.

You had become so close with the team, which was something Bradley was extremely thankful for. You were constantly hanging out with Phoenix and inviting the team over for dinner, in addition to the late nights at the Hard Deck.

You would spend forever picking out the perfect outfit and making sure your makeup looked right before walking into your and Bradley’s shared bedroom.

“Wow, I truly am the luckiest man alive,” Bradley stated from where he sat on the edge of the bed.

Walking to where he sat you would stand in between his legs, lifting his chin with your fingers before leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips.

“And don’t you forget it.”

Bradley would get a little jealous sometimes, wishing that you would just slow down and spend time alone with him. And you did.

As much as you loved going out and drunkenly dancing with everyone you couldn’t wait for the weekends where you and Bradley would cuddle up on the couch and catch up on the episodes of whatever new show you were binging.

Exhausted from the week, Bradley would kiss your temple before picking you and carrying you to the bedroom.

Bradley was your biggest supporter and vice versa, you were so incredibly proud of him and everything that he had accomplished in his career.

Although his relationship had improved greatly with Maverick, Bradley was still lacking in the family department. Luckily, you had a large and loving family nearby.

Bradley’s favorite thing was when you both got to babysit your baby nieces and nephews. He couldn’t wait until they would officially be his niece’s and nephews as well.

In fact, he couldn’t wait until the two of you had your own kids running around.

──── ⋆⋅Bradley and Yours Sex Life⋅⋆ ────

The first time you and Bradley has slept together was when he had come back from the Uranium mission. It was neither of yours’s first time but there was something special to him of almost dying and choosing to share this moment with you.

It was pure love making; soft, gentle, and deep. He wanted to show you just how much he loved and cared about you, taking care of you fully.

It wasn’t that often that you and Bradley took things slow, it wasn’t rare. But, you both had a high sex drive and loved to have fun with it.

Constantly changing up positions and locations to mix it up.

 The amount of handjobs and blowjobs you had given him in the Hard Deck bathroom was unreal, but all it took was a little bit of tequila for one of you to get needy and the other instantly giving in.

His favorite—oh god, his absolute favorite was when you rode him in the driver seat of his Bronco.

That wouldn’t have even been the purpose of the drive, you would drive down the coast and he would pull into a small overlook and park, sitting and talking before things got heated.

“Such a good girl, fucking yourself on my cock.”

You would just whine and pull on his hair. He was vocal, and you loved it, and he expected the same from you.

“Isn’t that right princess?”

“Yes”

“Yes what?”

“Ye—fuck I…yes Rooster”

He slapped your ass, the hand that was guiding your hips raising til he placed a firm pressure on your throat.

“Not quite,” he stated, looking at you expectantly.

“Yes, Daddy! It feels so good when I fuck myself on your cock.”

“There we go,” he gritted, smiling as he thrusted up into you to meet the rhythm of your hips.

“Fuck, so deep Roo—filling me up,” you panted.

“God, you’re perfect. Just so pretty and tight, wrapped around me.”

There was something Rooster loved about being called Daddy, the thought of getting you pregnant with his child sent him over the edge.

He was already halfway there, being on birth control the two of you had given up condoms a while ago.

You loved when he fucked you raw, feeling every ridge of his cock rub against you.

Bradley was a generous lover, he loved going down on you and edging you with his mouth and fingers for hours.

But, like every man. He would get jealous and fuck you senseless, basically just using your body to remind you who you belonged too.

Holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you were on your knees bracing your hands on his thighs.

His hips thrusting erratically as he fucked himself with your mouth, moaning when his tip hit the back of your throat. You would swallow around him and your eyes would begin to well up.

“What was that darling?” he teased.

“Kind of hard to speak with my cock in your mouth huh? Maybe next time we wont be so friendly with Hangman and Coyote…”

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Comments- Colby Brock x y/n- part 7-

AUTHORS NOTE: omg guys I am so so sorry just got back into Sam and Colby and decided to finish this in my drafts I had like a paragraph written already. This is my first time back into writing fanfiction since a concussion i had so I’m trying my best sorry it’s so short this is a continuation of my series where y/n got possessed in the last part

warnings: mentions on possession, fluff, slight slight angst,

“Babe” Colby called from his computer “you should come see this”

after me getting possessed I insisted on them posting the video. We were so lucky that we caught it on camera. They were hesitant at first but I said I want people to know what happened. It’s insane that I got possessed but I want people to know what really happened. It was a really scary experience. But I’m still really worried about the video. Would they say I’m just overreacting?. That it was fake and I was just a coward? But I always get some kind of nervous when they post a video with me in it. But this video was special. I still haven’t gotten to watch it yet. I had spent most of the time recovering and spending my time with Colby.

I go over to the computer and see him sitting reading comments. I sit down on his lap, even though he’s just wearing such a simple outfit sweatshirt and comfy pants he still looks hot. I look through the comments and to my surprise they are divided into basically two parts (well maybe 3 with the amount of people commenting “I don’t claim any negative energy from this video”) the first is about how scary it was when I got possessed and how bad they feel for me. The second is how people are talking about how they think me and Colby are dating and that there is so much chemistry between us. Another thing I noticed is that the video went viral. I mean stupid viral, more than most of their videos combined. It had only been out for 5 days and it already reached 50 million views!!! Mostly I think because of my possession from outside viewers who weren’t subscribed but there were plenty of fans. Some of the comments said the following:

Cheriklover333: I feel so bad for y/n she looks so scared I cant imagine how horrible it must feel to be posses like that

kurtwagnerisacinnimonroll: did anyone notice how Colby looked at y/n 😩. I need someone like that and did yall notice her hickeys 😳

Polaris-alt-account: people who think Colby and y/n are dating 👇

that comment had over 500k likes

I groan “shit! Shit! Shit!” I rub my temples “colbs I never wanted this im sorry I dragged you into this—“

“hey hey it’s okay baby” he wraps his arms around me and presses his head on top of mine. The weight of his body on mine feels good. The closeness and warmth feels good. His hands slip into mine and grasp it lightly but firm. He is protective but caring. “You didn’t drag me into anything. I don’t care what people think I just wanna be yours”

I nod but I still have tears in my eyes not much and I feel stupid for crying but I can’t help but think I’m the one that got us into this whole mess. My gaze drifts back to the computer monitor

rosefromtitanic: you guys need to chill yes I see the way he looks at her but they should come out and say it before we jump to conclusions I think they should do a Q and A

a smile on my face appears as a light bulb practically goes off in my brain. My eyes wander to my boyfriend. And again I’m taken aback by just how breathtaking he is…I can see his muscles and I wonder what under his shirt…………snap out of it!! You need to focus.

“colbs how do you feel about about making our relationship public?”

Edit: I TRIED I REALLY DID ITS THE BEST I COULD DO FEEDBACK PLEASE!!! might write a part 8. But x men is currently my hyperfixation and am definitely going to be writing for Peter maximof and young Charles Xavier so if you’re interested send ideas. Going to write for young Coryo snow even though he’s evil he’s hot. Tried my best couldn’t leave you all hanging

[theflyindutchwoman]

I have 3 things to talk about…

1. How nice it was to see Tim talk to the guys about his fight with Lucy. I’m literally shocked that he was so open with them! I love that he’s growing, opening up and confiding people that aren’t just Lucy and Angela (And Genny to an extent) he was so many friends now!

2. I am unable to move past how married™️ and sweet and domestic it is that Lucy calls tim to get the bugs at home 🥹 and how she suspected that he was just killing them but didn’t say anything and Tim was like pretending to set them outside even tho he wasn’t because he appreciates how empathic she is to even bugs 😭 I just can’t get over the idea that badass Lucy Chen is scared of bugs, well maybe not scared but whatevs, and makes her grumpy boyfriend take care of them but still insists he doesn’t just kill the scary bugs — do we think post Jackson death, pre-Chris she would call Tim over to handle the super big ones? Omg can you imagine? I’m dead

3. Can we talk about how the dance was like the biggest indicator we’ve ever had that these two are so FREAKIN TACTILE WITH EACH OTHER! Like it was kinda obvious before that their shared love language is touch, but I feel like you really, very clearly see that in the dance. And I just 😭 they love each other so much and just want to touch and snuggle and be with the other so much.

I am still very unwell. And I haven’t even processed the ILY’s fully yet so we’re not gonna go there 😂😂😂

Just when I thought I had recovered enough, you decide to send me this. This is a live footage of me right now :

. The 'bug scene' Listen, after the dance, this might be my favorite part of the episode. This scene was the cutest thing ever… and yes, it was peak married energy. Let's be real here : what is the point of having a boyfriend if it's not to have him take out the trash and deal with the bugs? (just kidding!). Seriously though… Lucy once said that she used to treat the coackroaches in her first apartment as pets (3.11 I think), so it's not like she is fundamentally scared of bugs. Neither is Tamara for that matter. She just wanted Tim to take care of them, in a very Lucy way. But the fact that she knew he was killing them all along but pretended not to know is perfect. Again, that is so her. And then, add the other layer to that scene. Out of all the questions she could have asked, she chose this one. I feel like it was her way of diffusing the tension, of making Tim more comfortable by asking such an innocent question, with no stake at all, before bringing up the real issue between them.

. Tim at the bachelor's party scene You have no idea how much I wish that part had been a little bit longer, so we could see more of the reactions. Still, I love how this scene was cut, with the back and forth between the two parties. How both of them needing to confide their frustrations to other people. And you're right, this is huge for Tim. At best, he would open up to Lucy (obv not an option here) or Angela. Maybe Genny. But certainly not someone like Randy who he barely knows and who can't keep a secret. Or even Aaron… His former aide. That's how much this relationship is important to him. It may have started as a way for him to vent but he also wanted to hear some advices. And he did listen to Randy's suggestion - of all people.

. The dance On the one hand, did anyone still have any doubt that these two are so tactile with one another? The undercover mission was all the confirmation we needed, really. But on the other hand… I didn't think it was possible for them to be even more tactile. It's somehow more intense, more intimate… It just shows how much they craved reassurance. They needed that touch to ground themselves. Lucy needed to play with his lapel and he needed to pull her in closer to him. And don't get me started on how she was playing with his hair or caressing his face. IN PUBLIC. There was no room for Jesus in that dance. She was looking at him the same way she did before 'naked times'… And where did they sneak off after that dance? 👀

[scrubbinn]

Slime HRT 3 Months: First changes

Omg omg omg!!! My first real change! It finally happened! Ok! Ok. Ok, let’s start at the beginning, I need to temper my excitement a little bit. To start from the very beginning, the past month I've been drinking so much water lately. I've always been drinking three bottles a day at work but now I’ve been drinking nearly all the time. I was told that was the first sign everything was working. Becoming fluid requires fluids if you can believe it. I have to avoid coffee and tea now, which has been one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done in my life, but the caffeine in both can actually be really damaging to your new slime cells apparently. It’s pretty much room temperature water or non-caffeinated energy drinks only. Still, if I need to constantly drink water then at least that means the medication is working.

My skin has gotten so smooth too, it feels like I’m made of warm ice. There's still a lot of hair, and there's still some rough patches on my body, but the hairs and rough spots should disappear after a few more months. It really is just my limbs that have gotten smoother so far, which sadly includes the soles of my feet. I actually ended up slipping on the floor and crashed into the kitchen and directly on all the pots and pans. I was more panicked about if I'd broken anything around me rather than if anything about me was broken! I didn’t break anything, utensil or bone, but it’s clear I need to take more deliberate steps plus socks on if I want to make sure being a soapy slime isn’t going to send me to the hospital.

 It would be worse if I can’t phone anyone to take me to a clinic in the first place. I've heard that after a while you start to lose the ability to use a smartphone since it can't read your fingerprint or something. There's a few people that have made money off making fake fingers for those of us who no longer have skin. It's kind of gross, but my ADHD is definitely not going to survive without constant internet access, it's just another expense of perfecting my life I suppose. All of this new equipment I’ve been looking into has been starting to add up to a lot of money. Does everyone who takes animal HRTs go through this? I’ll need to waterproof my bed, buy a lint trap for cleaning out dust stuck in slime, and buy clothes designed not to sink into me. I don’t actually know if I need those things since it sounds like I’m going to have some kind of membrane, but this is a brand new medication so I don’t think even that doctor knows how things will go for me.

But ok, the big change. Just this morning I was eating a breakfast sandwich and had trouble biting into it. My teeth went rubbery! There's a blue tint to them too now. It's going to be a pain eating food now, I had to pull apart small bits and swallow them whole, and I just gave up on the bread. But now I've been experimenting with them. They aren't like a gel and there's still a few hard ones, but now that I know, I find myself constantly poking them. It just… makes me feel happy when they bounce back. Oh, but if my teeth are like this, I bet it means there's a lot of changes going inside my bones. Though it is concerning how I'm going to be able to stand after a while.

One big downside was that this meant I had to schedule a doctor's appointment. Normally doctor visits are fine for me, you go talk to someone you'll forget in a day and get some blood taken, but I had the feeling this wasn't going to be like that, and I was pretty much spot on. As soon as I entered his office, he just looked at me. Like that kind of look you get when faced with a disapproving parent or a teacher when you forget to turn in your math homework for the eighth time. Same doctor as before, I think there are assistants that handle certain cases but I got stuck with the guy you see in all the magazines outside his office. He asks how things are progressing and I showed him everything that's changed. He looked concerned, but most people can't wiggle their teeth, so that checks out. He mentioned my dosage was going to be increased, and that I should start taking a new medication alongside it. Some newer drug that's supposed to lower my level of humanity and make me more malleable. He told me I would probably see another change soon and then said three months was too big a gap and I needed to write a new entry in this thing, or whatever. Maybe I'll sit tight for four months next time just to show him.

Though the biggest downside of my new self was that one of my roommates had noticed what was going on with me and confronted me about it. Yeah so, I may have forgotten to mention to everyone other than my girlfriend that I was going through with this procedure at that point in time. I was going to tell them eventually, when I was more slimy, probably. They got mad at me for not telling anyone else, but especially not either them or my other roommate. Said it was important for everyone here to know what changes could affect the living situation. Like me being happier is going to hurt anyone. They said they weren't upset about the treatment and just the fact I didn't tell them… But for some reason it still hurt, like they were upset about the treatment. Sometimes that’s just how it is. Someone says the wrong thing and it just breaks you. Slime shouldn’t break, it’s supposed to bend.

I'm going to focus on the changes and avoid bringing up my new self with other people. A few online friends I told are supportive but god forbid what might happen if my family finds out. I'm sure they'll accept me eventually, but they aren't the type to accept change pleasantly. Change. That’s a loaded word for me. I knew there would be some rough spots, but I didn't think things could go this badly for my mental state, this was supposed to be a happy entry. Oops, sorry future me when you look back and read this, haha... I guess I can try to find something happier to write about next time. I think I'm done for tonight. I want to cry. I could really go for some coffee.

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Thank you everyone for the support on the last chapter, the amount of likes and reblogs are insane. Seriously, thank you everyone. Apologies for the sudden dark shift in the tone but I’d like to make this a story of self acceptance rather than just a list of changes.

At list (for anyone who wanted to be mentioned)

@a-shramp

We now have a special announcement. Due to some recent events, we have discovered we're plural. We're still trying to figure out this revelation and it has been stressful for all of us. We don’t know if we wish to include our plurality into this story. It's all very new to us. We’ll be taking some extra time from Slime HRT to learn about our system and make an introduction post so you know who’s who. We're very new to this world so any support would be appreciated.

[cacoetheswriting]

hi, i hope you're having a good day! i was wondering if you could write an eddie x reader fic based on the songs "endgame" or "delicate" by taylor swift?

i'm currently fixating on the reputation album and can't stop linking it to eddie so i just had to send in a request! please let me know if you are uninterested or uncomfy, thank you so much!

hey there, hope you're having a great day also and thank you for your request! jsksjs i'm literally obsessed with repuation and think it fits eddie perfectly omg! i based this fic more so on 'end game', but also gave it my own spin (hope you don't mind).

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.3k warnings: mutual pining, adult language, jealousy, eddie being a dingus, use of pet names (sweetheart), slight emotional hurt, mentions of alcohol consumption - unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything!

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This date has gone from bad to worse. 

A casual walk around town and a trip to the arcade, (because boys in Hawkins can’t ever come up with anything original), didn’t sound like a bad plan at first. In hindsight, it’s probably because you were angry at the person you actually wanted to be going out with. At that point, anything would have been a good idea, simply out of spite.

You regretted saying yes now. You would rather be at home nursing your memories than entertaining this pity date. Especially because the extremely awkward conversation dotted throughout the evening made you want to bang your head against a wall. Jesus Christ, was this man boring. Your mom always warned you about people that peaked in high school, you should have listened.

Finally at The Hideout there is quiet — well, no, it’s just too noisy to hear what your companion is saying. You’ve never met anyone that liked talking more than your current date, as if air was running out sometime soon and he wanted to make the most of it. But, and you hated to admit it, he was pretty cute, which is one the main reasons you agreed to tonight — as bad as that is to say.

Not as cute as Eddie, you think and quickly scan your surroundings in hopes you would see his brown locks and this whole charade could end. 

The bar is filled with buzz of drunken talk, loud and incoherent music, glass clatter, and a fog of smoke. Typical Tuesday night at The Hideout. Yet unfortunately, no sight of your metalhead.

“Passing requires accuracy,” your date switches to the topic of football tricks, you simply nod along. Partially because you can barely hear him over the electric guitar of the current song, primarily because you just don’t care. 

“Because you know the player you are throwing to might have opposing players near him trying to block or intercept the ball…”

The rest of your date's words fade into the distance as he steps through the doors. Time stops.

Eddie ignores the people greeting him, instead his eyes instantly find yours like a magnet and he sizes you up from the other side of the room, sending a chill down your spine.

“Would you like another drink?”

The question brings you back from your short-lived trance. You look back at your date and smile sweetly before shaking your head, declining his offer. He nods and proceeds to order something for himself before beginning another ‘guess what’ story.

If you couldn’t focus before, you sure as hell were fucked now.

Swallowing thickly, you glance at the entrance once again. Eddie’s gaze is still burning into you, his eyes narrow. Your stomach churns and you feel your skin turn clammy. Fuck.

Not even a minute ago you wanted this. Now all of a sudden you feel sheepish about this whole situation. Foolish even. Foolish for thinking bringing some random guy from your community college to a place your ex-fling frequented would make said ex jealous. Jealous enough to admit he’s wrong.

Unbeknown to you, Eddie did feel jealousy coursing through his veins. His heart beating fast, eyes not leaving your frame for a second as he pushes through the crowd towards the side of the small stage.

“Hey, guys, how long has she been sitting there?” Eddie questions his fellow bandmates without averting his eyes from the bar. 

The group exchanges knowing glances. Gareth clears his throat. “The last thirty minutes, I’d say.”

“Yeah,” Jeff chimes in, “about that.”

Eddie nods, then proceeds to ask, “And she’s been with him the entire time?”

“Eddie, come on—”

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” the band says simultaneously.

His jaw clenches.

You continue to feel his piercing eyes on you. Your leg starts to bounce and you’re thankful your date is good at being the oblivious jock, making a comment about the song playing as opposed to the overall aura of nervousness you were no doubt displaying.

And you feel terrible. Twisted. It’s horrible to admit you only saw your date as a means to an end. He definitely deserves better. Although, a certain part of you thinks it's his own fault for even asking you out in the first place considering your reputation.

All of Hawkins knew you were chasing after Eddie Munson ever since freshman year of high school. Always almost there, but thanks to the metalheads own insecurities, never quite enough.

“Can you excuse me for a minute? I need to use the bathroom,” you state and point to the toilet sign, just in case he didn’t hear you properly. “All this beer isn’t good for my small bladder.”

“Sure thing,” he replies and reaches for the plastic cup of peanuts, “but don’t be too long cause I think the band is about to start.”

You glance at the stage. More accurately at Eddie who, it appears, took a break from eyeing you to tune his guitar. (Or so you thought).

Chewing down on the inside of your cheek, and without saying anything else to your date, you make your way to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the minimal solitude you were hoping to experience falls through when you try to close the door behind you and a ring-clad hand appears, pushing it open.

Startled, you stumble backwards, allowing Eddie to step inside. He locks the two of you within and proceeds to smile. The grin is cheeky, annoying even, borderline smug.

“Don’t you think you should quit playing with other people’s feelings, sweetheart.” 

His voice sends a tremble down your spine.

“Fuck off, Eddie.”

The metalhead chuckles under his nose. He runs a hand through his brown locks before reaching for your arm and pulling you towards him — unsurprisingly, there is little to no resistance from you. 

Standing toe to toe, he slips one arm around your waist, his hand making home underneath your armpit, over the side of your rib cage. Just like that, your heart stops and your breath gets stuck in your throat.

Faking confidence, you manage to blurt out: “What do you want, Eddie?”

“I’ll be honest—”

“That’s a first,” you let the words slip out of your mouth, interrupting him.

Eddie doesn’t appreciate your comment. His eyes go dark and suddenly your back is pressed against the cold tile wall. No escape. 

“As I was saying,” he continues casually, “I’m feeling quite jealous seeing you here with… whoever that guy is.”

(Aha. One step closer to victory.)

“Good. Serves you right.”

Eddie arches a brow. His eyes travel down to your lips and he can’t help but lick his own just thinking about how it would feel to kiss you right now. Phenomenal, no doubt. Things with you were always phenomenal.

“Look, sweetheart, that fight we had, that’s nothing,” he begins in a smooth tone, “Just a small tiff between two people that care deeply for one another. We can’t let it get in the way of what we have.”

You scoff. “And what exactly do we have, Eddie? Hmm?”, you challenge while huffing up your chest. The action, albeit small, causes Eddie to freeze momentarily because, Jesus — and he hated himself for even focusing on this right now — were your nipples hard?

“If I remember correctly, you said I needed to get a life and quit following you around like a lost puppy,” you continue, the anger in your tone causes the metalhead to loosen his hold on you as in all the time he’s known you, he’s never seen you this upset.

“So I did what you told me, Eddie. I found myself a date who thinks I’m hot, smart, funny, and not just there for his entertainment. Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking asshole all the damn time, you’d also find someone.”

“I do have someone like that,” he states quite harshly and you roll your eyes. Was he for real right now?

“Then what the fuck are we doing here, Eddie? Go be with that person and leave me the fuck alone,” your voice brakes meekly during at the end and you are fighting every fibre of your being not to cry. “I really don’t need this bullshit right now.”

Before Eddie can react or respond, you free yourself from his grasp and exit the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. He then follows you outside, although because of his delayed reaction, you’re back at the bar with your date and his heart sinks. He’s such a fucking idiot.

He returns to his bandmates who, judging by the displeased look on his face, knew better than to ask what just happened. They scramble onto the small stage and even though the last thing Eddie wants to do now was perform, he picks up his guitar and approaches the mic.

The second his voice booms throughout the venue, you tense and hastily order another drink. With the cold beverage in hand, you adjust in your seat to face the stage, although you refuse to look at him because it would only hurt that much more.

It was stupid to think coming here tonight was close to being a good idea. You may have made him a little bit jealous but it didn’t matter. Not when he had someone in his life that was everything you ever hoped to be.

“Shit, they're so good,” your date exclaims and all you can do is nod.

The set drags — at least for you. When it finally ends, the crowd erupts in a roar of cheers, including the guy you were with. You clap slowly while standing up on your feet, eager to get out of here.

Sliding a hand down your date’s arm to grab his attention, you can feel someone else’s gaze burning into you and your stomach flips. So you muster a smile as your date looks at you, pushing any agitating feelings down.

“Think I’m ready to call it a night,” you say honestly.

“Sure thing, darling.”

He follows you out obediently and you’re grateful, he really is such a nice guy. Maybe this evening wasn’t so bad. Maybe something good came out of it.

The cool air is soothing. For a brief moment, you’re able to relax.

“I had a really good time tonight,” your date exclaims, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Me too,” you respond. A small white lie.

“Maybe I can call you tomorrow? We can do this again sometime?”

“Sure thing.” 

He chuckles. “That’s my catchphrase.” 

You crack a genuine smile. “Well, it’s a good catchphrase.”

There is a brief moment of silence. People are slowly starting to trickle out of the bar and you’re back to feeling nervous. You didn’t want to see Eddie again. Not tonight.

“I’m only down the road so I can walk, are you okay to get home?”

“Yeah, but will you be okay by yourself? Wouldn’t want some creep following you or something.”

(No we wouldn’t.)

“I’ll be okay. I promise.”

He’s hesitant but nods eventually.

“Goodnight then, darling.”

“Goodnight.”

You like that he’s respectful and doesn’t try to hug or kiss you. Instead, he waves and you watch him walk away. The second he’s out of sight, you rummage through your handbag to retrieve a packet of cigarettes. Smoking relaxed you. And fuck did you need it right now.

Exhaling, you begin to walk in the direction of your home. Though, once again, your solitude is short lived.

“It’s not fucking bullshit!” 

A voice you recognise as Eddie’s bellows and you turn on your heel to face him. In the space of a single heartbeat, the metalhead is standing in front of you. He takes the cigarette from your hand, throwing it to the ground.

“I was enjoying that,” you mutter unimpressed.

Eddie ignores you, taking your hands in his before repeating, “It’s not fucking bullshit, okay?”

The curious glimmer in your eyes mixed with the sadness he no doubt caused is all the encouragement he needs to utter this next part.

“You’re that someone, okay? You are it for me. There’s no one else.”

His words ring in your ears. But he doesn’t give you enough time to process because he continues, “Fuck, sweetheart, it really pains me to see you with someone that is not me. And I know what I said that night, I remember every horrendous detail, but you gotta believe when I say I didn't mean it. I just fucking panicked when you told me how you really felt about me.”

Eddie sighs. You’re frozen as his hands move to cup your face.

“If anything, these last few days away from you made me realise that even though I told you to move on, I can’t let you go. It’s like your hand is printed on my fucking soul or something.”

“Eddie,” you’re not sure what you’re about to utter next. Which is why you feel quite grateful he places his thumb across your mouth, stopping you.

“I fucking…” Eddie takes a deep breath and presses his forehead to yours, “...I fucking love you.” 

Eddie’s gaze travels to your lips. It’s an unspoken plea which you answer by grabbing onto the collar of his t-shirt. Within a split-second, he closes the gap between you.

The kiss does not feel the same as any of the previous ones you shared. This kiss is passionate. It further ignites a certain spark with every breathing moment your lips are connected. It feels like a promise, that he really does love you. It’s real. He’s real. This is real.

Slowly, and quite reluctantly, Eddie pulls away. There is a smile spread across his face from cheek to cheek, an expression you can’t help but return.

“I fucking love you too, Eddie.”

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[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

stormy night - matt murdock & teen!adopted!reader

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 962

request: yes / no

warnings: slight mention of wounds, blood, not too much though i promise!!

dynamic: matt murdock x teen!adopted!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, mention of foggy nelson

a/n: omg hey y'all so i am on a super crazy matt murdock & adopted teen reader kick rn? so i wrote this little thing!! anyways i think it's the first time i've ever done a "scenario" on this account lmao. if anyone has requests (eyes towards ones w/ bucky, sam, or the daredevil fam omg that rhymes) don't hesitate to send 'em in!!

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it was raining, and you couldn’t sleep. it wasn’t that you were alone in the apartment -- you had become used to that over the years. it was pure worry, the kind that made your stomach hurt. you knew it was stupid, and yet you couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling. 

matt murdock took you in when you were five years old, and in the few years since then, you had come to recognize his routine. you knew that he left when you were asleep and returned before you were awake. only a couple months ago did you actually catch him returning, when he couldn’t walk a step without groaning in pain. ever since then, he told you when he was leaving, but he always told you not to wait up.

maybe it was the pouring rain that slapped the windows, the colorful lights outside twinkling menacingly into the main room of the apartment. maybe it was matt’s red glasses glinting on the kitchen counter. it could have been the silence that seemed to swallow the room, the rolling claps of thunder, or even the air conditioning that felt just a little too cold, but something was wrong, and it wouldn’t be right until matt returned.

suddenly, the door from above (you and matt had named it heaven’s door as a joke, and it stuck) banged open, jarring you from your thoughts. and there he was, the “man without fear”, the “devil himself”, struggling to keep himself upright as he shut it quietly behind him. you knew that he knew you were there, though you wished he didn’t. you wished you could have just fallen asleep, sparing yourself from having to see him like this right now.

a thunderclap. “y/n, why aren’t you asleep?” he spoke, wincing and making his way down the stairs slowly, one hand glued to the side of his face. 

“i just.. i just couldn’t sleep. the storm.” he could tell a lie from a mile away, but he didn’t say anything, thankfully. he eased himself onto a chair at the table where you ate all your meals, trying to take deep breaths. “i’ll get the med kit.” 

“no, it’s fine. you just go to sleep.” he said, but you had already rummaged under the sink, emerging with the yellow zip bag that held everything you needed. “you don’t have to-”

“matt.” you said, mustering up the nerve to be firm. “i’ll help you. let me help you. please?” he didn’t answer, just let out a heavy sigh. “do you need water?”

“sure.” he replied, tapping a finger on the smooth wooden table. “believe it or not.” he gestured to himself, soaking wet from the rain. a small smile was on his face. it made you feel a little more at ease. you went over to the cabinet, took out a glass. there was a small orange on the side of it-- it was always your favorite. you filled it carefully, placed it down next to him. while he drank some of it, you put on some music quietly. it usually helped you relax even more, and you knew he wouldn’t mind.

“ok.” you spoke, pivoting the chair next to matt so you could face him. “let me see.” though he sighed again, he didn’t protest this time. you looked, analyzing what needed to be done. “it’s not that bad.” he said again. “well it’s not that good either, murdock.” the side that he had been covering had a gash that looked pretty deep, and his knuckles seemed to be cracked and bleeding. “not as bad as last time, though.”

“no stitches, right?” matt asked, a smirk making it’s way onto his face. “i should’ve asked claire to do them last time. they were so lopsided i couldn’t wait for you to take them out.” you scoffed, but couldn’t help but laugh. “oh shut up! they were not that bad.” you unzipped the bag, taking out some gauze and wiping around the gash on his face. 

“i told foggy to get you some fabric so you could practice on that.” he said, and you shook your head. “y’know, i could just leave you right now man. do you want me to help or not??” a fresh piece of gauze went on top of the wound, and then a bandage to keep it there. “next time you get your face messed up, don’t talk so much. it’ll make it bleed more.”

“you’re just saying that.” he replied, laughing. another thunderclap sounded as the song changed, but it didn’t make you as nervous anymore. 

“no, i’m not. although trust me matt, i would love it if you had to shut up once in a while!” you zipped the bag back up, and went to put it back under the sink. 

“yeah, i’m sure you would kid.” he spoke, a sharp inhale signaling that he was going to get up. “how about i call you out sick tomorrow? you don’t have a test or anything, right?”

“you would do that?” you asked, turning to face him in surprise. 

“seeing as it’s 3am & you’ve been up all night, i think it would be best.” he replied, a tilt of his head accompanying a small smile. “you can come to the office. we can make up a story as to why i look like… this.”

“sounds good.” you grinned back, and went to your room, the sound of music out in the main room and the knowledge that matt was alive and at home putting you at ease. you opened your window, and the sound of the rain became lighter. as you drifted off to sleep, you noticed that there was no thunder anymore.

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[slvtforfiction]

Dating headcanons for ghost :)

☆ Ghost X Reader Hc

☆ Sfw (if you want me to do nsfw feel free to send a request:))

☆ He’s so sweet omg my heart ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Masterlist

☆ A like,reblog and comment is always appreciated:)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

☆ Ghost definitely has an eye brow slit and an eyebrow piercing,tell me otherwise,I’ll fight you :)

☆ Anyways,ghost will definitely treat you like a princess and not as in ‘omg princess treatment’ as in he will quiet literally treat you like your his queen of his kingdom.

☆ Ghost is an avid Manchester United supporter and he will debate you on this every time it comes up.

☆ Ghost will buy you a gift basket of chocolates + sweets + drinks every month especially if he’s on deployment and you’re not with him.

☆ Ghost wouldn’t do anything if he was jealous but you know when he is. He will give them the dirtiest looks whilst you aren’t looking in his direction. If you are in the bathroom or doing something away from them ghost will slightly threaten and intimidate them until they leave you alone. This also goes for the fact that if he saw you were uncomfortable he wouldn’t waste a bit of his time worrying about causing a scene. Ghost would tear into them,managing to pick out all their insecurities easily and making them question themselves before immediately leaving you alone.

☆ Although,if he’s jealous and thinks the tf141 team is being too friendly he might try to calm himself down before he says anything rather than jumping straight in. He would definitely still eye them up though and give them dirty looks.

☆ Ghost knows he’s immediately going to marry you. He would pillow talk to you about wanting to be together forever and how if anything happened to him he would want you to be set for life rather than being upset about his passing.

☆ Ghost wouldn’t really show you off,in fear of losing you because of his line of work.

☆ He doesn’t trust anyone and this includes you,he would be cautious around you until about 3+ years into your relationship. He would still treat you like a queen although he would be weary.

☆ He never thinks he’s good enough for you. This is done and said and you two will constantly talk about how he’s perfect in your eyes.Although he struggles to believe you he knows you wouldn’t lie to him.

☆ He first said ‘I love you’ when he went for his first deployment in your relationship. He didn’t want to leave without telling you incase he didn’t come back. He didn’t expect you to tell him you loved him back but his heart stopped for a moment when you did.

☆ He would have said his first ‘I love you’ quickly as if to brush it off like it didn’t really matter. He kissed your cheek, “Love you bye.” He said quickly scurrying out the door to his car. “I love you too!” You called out and he smiled to himself,a mini victory in his eyes.

☆ He loves! Seeing you in his clothes. E.g coming home from a mission to see you asleep on the sofa in his boxers and his shirt or seeing you munch down on some chocolate from the gift basket he had bought you whilst watching some tv.

☆ On the note of his gift baskets he does add little notes to all of them even if there short and sweet whilst some could be a letter or essay worth long. Just something on the lines of “I love you,I miss you.” Etc.

☆ Ghost longs to come back from missions just to snuggle in bed with you, talk to you about life and what he’s missed,etc.

☆ Ghost likes long talks. Although he doesn’t talk much he loves to hear you talk about your day,how life is going etc.

☆ Ghost also loves to hear about your interests. You have an interest in sharks? Cool,he wants to know everything you know.

☆ When you move in with ghost you start to notice his habits. He never wears his mask at home,he over works himself (unless you interject),he has a strict routine which he follows daily and he always wakes up early,amongst the other little things that make a difference to him.

☆ Ghost likes to be on time,never late,never early and his routine is always stuck to,it’s habits like this that have come from the military.

☆ Ghost remembers every little detail you tell him. You very briefly mentioned your favourite colour? He now knows that for life.

☆ Ghost never forgets your special events like birthdays etc. He remembers everything you tell him and even if you don’t mention it he will find out just by picking up on your mannerisms etc.

[honeystwiggypeach]

Sure thing bestie! 😊 ok so other than iwa brainrots i was thinking about oikawa and kageyama in the new hq contents showing oiks finally more mature and doesn't resent tobi anymore he still teases him a lot but it's all in good nature i was so happy reading that since i alway want them to reconcile 😭 so i'd to request soon to be dad!kageyama asking oikawa for parenting advices since he isn't sure he's going to a good dad

Yay Omg you spoil me with the requests🥰💕💕that’s so good omg!! I didn’t know they reconciled(besties…I haven’t finished the anime and read a singular volume of the manga😞) Anywho I think this is such an adorable idea especially seeing as it would imply Tobio looks up to oikawa even after so long(I’m pretty sure he does idk besties like I said I’m not up to date😭)

Tw- pregnant reader, Tobio fears parenthood and is nervous idk let me know if I missed anything!!

When Tobio found out you were pregnant, he was scared he’ll be honest, he thought he was going to be a bad dad. But never once did he think of leaving you, he just generally tried to avoid talking about the baby.

So of course as your due date pushed closer and closer, Tobio decided to take things into his own hands.

One night he oh so quietly crept out of bed, of course you felt the bed rise noticeably and woke up but before you could ask where he was going he was already out the door.

He’d sat down in the living room before calling Oikawa, he’d told him before hand he needed to talk with him at around 1 in the morning and without complaint Oikawa agreed he knew it must have been important.

“Listen…you’re a dad” Tooru nods its very clearly still daytime where he’s staying, Tobio stares at himself in the little box on face time and he thinks finds himself thinking he looks like a mess of course Tobio would be the one to be a bad dad.

“I…I don’t know how to be a dad” he rushes out and watches as Oikawa’s eyebrows furrow…does he think he knew how?

“Tobio…” he lets out a little sigh, he thought this conversation could have gone much more worse, “I don’t think anyone knows how to be a parent the first time, it’s normal to be nervous. There’s nothing wrong with fearing the unknown but you want to get to know your baby right?”

He nods, “well than you have to spend time with her before she gets here! It’s less scary that way, it’ll help explain why you feel as if you’ve known your baby for forever”

And Tobio took his advice to heart. He was right to, when you’d placed your little girl on his chest and he’d watched he big blue eyes stare up into his matching ones it did feel like they’d been old friends lost with time.

Truly you knew Tobio was nervous, but no matter the times you’d try and tell him he’d do ok and that you were nervous to he couldn’t seem to listen properly, but you’re glad that he could listen to someone.

Anywho!!! Pls send more I love requests😭😭(if you still have iwa brainrots I’d love to write them for you because I love him sm😭)

[enid-rhees]

hey i haven’t requested in a bit :)) can you do an enid x reader story where theyre secretly dating and one day they are sneaking out of alexandria but get caught and are sat down and asked what they were doing and one of them accidentally slips up and says they are dating? ty and i love your writing 🫶🏽🫶🏽

i love this omg omg and tysm again !! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (also the second a story pops up in my head i will be sending u a request 🥰)

warnings: none!

A/N: hope you all enjoy this !! reminder that requests are open! if you’d like to request, read pinned! :)

yet again i wrote this with the reader living with the Grimes family! it’s not explicitly mentioned if reader is adopted by them or not, that part could be up to you!

you hurried to stuff everything you needed in your backpack. you unlocked your bedroom window, pushing up the glass. peaking your head out, Enid stood below you, waiting patiently.

she reached her hand out and you dropped down your bag. Enid caught it with ease and you crawled out of the window, jumping down.

Enid dropped your bag so she could now pull you close to her. “hey,” she whispered with a smile. “hey,” you smiled back, closing the gap between you two.

having a secret relationship wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. it came with a lot of obstacles you guys had to deal with. you couldn’t act the way you were just now. you had to act like you were friends. and both of you hated that word.

nights like these were common among the two of you. it was the only time you guys were able to be what you guys really were — girlfriends.

she pulled away from your lips, smiling against them. “ready?” she asked. you nodded and picked up your bag. Enid intertwined your hand with hers and you both started to run towards the gate.

Enid placed the metal stick in between the dent of the gate, taking the first step up. she grabbed onto your hand again, pulling you up with her. you removed it and handed it her so she can place it above her and take another step up.

you guys were getting ready to head into the woods for the night. it was an almost nightly occurrence that you guys would do this. you were able to hold and kiss her without worrying that anyone could see.

she made it to the top of the gate and pulled you up with her. you were about to jump over when footsteps started to approach the gate.

“Y/N, Enid.” you both whipped your head towards the voice and your stomach dropped. Rick stood below you guys, hands on his hips like a disappointed parent. “come down, now.”

you guys looked at each other with horror in your eyes before climbing your way down. “come with me.” he spoke. the two of you were silent as he started walking back to your house. your heart was racing and you were sure Enid was just as scared.

“sit.” he said, pointing to the couch. you both sat down, moving a few inches away from each other on instinct. you played with your hands on your lap and kept your head down.

“what the hell were you two thinking?!” he asked. “both of you know what goes on out there, especially in the woods!” his voice was raising by the second. Rick didn’t get mad at you often — rarely at that.

if it couldn’t get worse, Michonne walked down the stairs. with Carl. you sighed and rubbed your face. “what’s going on?” Michonne asked.

“i caught Y/N and Enid sneaking out. they were jumping over the gate.” he explained to her. you avoided her gaze the second she glared at you. “what? are you guys insane?!”

“we weren’t going to do anything bad!” Enid told them. “that doesn’t matter. anything could happen out there! what if the both of you were to get hurt? or bit?!”

“we won’t, okay?” you said. “god! all we wanted to do is be somewhere where we can actually act like a normal fucking couple.”

Enid then looked at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher.

“what did you say?” Rick asked. your words had just sunken into your head. “you’re dating?”

you looked at the three of them, trying to figure out what they were thinking. it was all too much to handle and you covered your face again.

“yeah, we are.” Enid spoke up. “we… we didn’t want anyone to find out yet. that’s why we would sneak out… so we could finally be together with no one around.”

you removed your hands away from your face and looked at Rick. his expression had softened, “you guys know that… we would be supportive, right? there’s nothing wrong with it.” Michonne said.

there was a heavy aura in the room. everyone was silent again.

“we know.” Enid said quietly. “but… that doesn’t mean everyone. it’s great to know that you guys are, but there’s others to still worry about. and neither of us were ready to deal with it. we still aren’t.”

Rick and Michonne looked at each for a few minutes, silently communicating with each other.

“okay, listen.” Rick said after they were done. “you guys are safe to come here, okay? it doesn’t matter how long or how often, but it’s better than going out in the woods where there’s danger. this home is your home, Y/N. it’s where you should be safe. this can be your place to be together.”

your heart warmed at that. Rick would always do anything to keep you and his kids happy, and this might’ve been one of the best things he’s ever done for you. you felt tears fill your eyes.

you stood up, pulling Rick into a hug, much to his surprise. you sniffed, “thank you.” you whispered. “seriously. thank you.”

[masterofengene]

COULD i also request an idol!K oneshot/longshot (perefered fem reader but also wtv you are comfortable w) inspired by you are in love by taylor swift and its like suuper fluffy and he is so sweet and kdramary and like theyre wondering around the city or smth(can you tell I just finished binge watching i-land and immediately need compensation for the pain it caused me 😭😭😭) omg maybe like a friends to lovers trope and he realises how much she means to him and its like a she fell first but he fell ten times harder like IM SO SORRY FOR RAMBLING I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MEJFDHSKDFGJ like im just imagining confessions in the rain after a miscommunication which left them both rlly sad and then she runs after him in the middle of a city street at midnight. honestly PLS TAKE complete creative freedom because as you can probably tell my thoughts rn r super messy and delulu ajshgfhkfhkgdjhsdfhgfdjkg i literally just have been thinking abt a long fic to get immersed in w K bc i have seen ltrly none😔 THANK U SMSMSMSMSMMS ASDKJFH.

Here i am!! So i finally got back to my writing and this one got those creative writing juices flowing and it gave me so many ideas so enjoy!!

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Coffee at Midnight.

K! X fem reader based off the song “ you are in love “ by Taylor Swift.

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You and K had been friends for what feels like forever. You guys had gone to the same school and were close in age so you two naturally grew closer. Before you even realized, you two were best friends. But as time went by you couldn’t help but look at K differently, Over the years he had filled out and his features grew more defined. Anyone who knew K would notice this, unless they were blind.

But you hadn’t even registered your own feelings changing, not until you were head over heels for him. You two shared a love of the performing arts so when he debuted, he managed to get you an audition and then he stepped back and let you handle it. He knew you’d land the rest yourself, he always had a blind faith in you. He trusted you more than you trusted yourself. It was a little bit after that, that you realized you’re own feelings towards K.

It was one look, and a dark room, a light hearted joke.

It had been a few months since you had begun your training, and to say that you were exhausted was a major understatement. It was well past 10 at night your monthly evaluations were right around the corner and you couldn’t quite nail the choreography that you would be tested on. Your body was tired and you were drained but you couldn’t just give up. Your eyes were aching so you had dimmed the lighting just enough to relieve the dull ache.

You were so into your practice that you hadn’t heard your phone going off, you didn’t hear the messages that k was sending to check on you. And lets just say when he got no response, he went to check on you himself. Because how dare his best friend not answer him.

What you did hear was the door to the practice room opening. You had thought for a second that it would be an instructor coming to kick you out of the room, luckily it was not. It was just K.

“You weren’t answering me…i was worried about you.” K said, being the one to always speak his mind. But he could read you like a book. So why bother hiding your exhaustion. Without saying anything, you let out a sigh and not-so-gracefully sat down on the ground. You laid back and simply said. “I have been at it for hours and i cannot get it right no matter how hard i try. Im not that much of a dancer.”

And then he gave you that look, the look that would make you feel so loved and cared for that it unlocked all of those hidden feelings.

“Please don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing so well. Even if you do not realize it. You know….i think i saw some janitors, trainees… even a few pigeons watching you dance through the windows. An amazing performance.” He said jokingly, although he truly meant that you did an excellent job. He had just wanted to see you smile instead of looking like you would cry any second.

And after that, your feelings for him kept growing but you were certain he would never see you as anything more than a friend. Still you always had hope that he /could/.

That was until you had gone to the mall one day and were window shopping by yourself, you had invited K along but he had said that he was at a practice. You didn’t think anything of it, they had a comeback coming up anyway. You really didn’t give it a second thought. Well…until you did.

You had walked into your favorite store, the place where you got all of your clothes from. It was locally owned and they only had this one location. Everything about it made you smile, from the dresses to the shoes, to their jewelry. You were happily browsing but that soft peaceful smile that you had faded in an instant.

Right in front of you was K and a girl you had never seen before standing in front of a bracelet rack. They were clearly close, leaning closer to each other as they talked.

In that second, it felt like your whole world had came crashing down. Why had he lied to you about practice? Why was he here with /her/? And why was she standing so close to him? A thousand questions raced through your head as K looked up and made eye contact with you. There was panic in his eyes in that second, and without a word you turned around and left. If only you knew the real reason that he was so panicked….

Unknown to you, the reason he was there in the first place was because he had wanted to buy you a bracelet and confess his own feelings that had grown. He wanted it to be romantic and special. A sweet confession. He had asked his cousin to come along and help him pick out something that you would like. He only wanted to surprise you and not hurt you.

He thought situations like this only happened in the dramas that he watched on the television. But K had seen that devastated look in your eyes and he felt the pain that washed over you in that second. You might have fallen for him first but he fell harder that’s for sure.

it was midnight when you decided to go to the convenience store and get some coffee, your head was still swirling with emotions, and the weather outside represented how you were feeling, windy and stormy. Then you felt your phone go off and found that K had texted you, saying that he was on his way to your apartment. All you said in return was that you were getting coffee, to come a different time.

As you rang up your coffee and a little sweet treat, you pulled your hoodie up to cover your hair before going back out in the rain. You wee still hurting but you couldn’t see K until you felt calmer. You didn’t want to lose him entirely.

The bell sounded from the door and before you knew it you heard your name bing called. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“she is my cousin.” That was all k said as he walked up to you. And you were still in shock because how had he known that you were at this convenience store.

“This is the only place open that has coffee near your place..” He seemed to hear your silent question, then you noticed that his hair was soaking wet from walking in the rain.

“still. I thought you had practice.” The hurt in your voice had said enough as you walked around him heading back inside. It was all a fresh feeling for you and you still had so many questions left unanswered.

“stop and listen please.” K said following you outside into the pouring rain. That’s when he let the truth slipped past his lips as he let like he was losing his best friend. He grabbed your hand and you felt a smooth, cool metal press against your hand. “I didn’t know that you felt this way about me until i saw that look in your eye today. (Y/n) i was planning to do this in a better setting but ill just tell you now. She was helping me buy you a bracelet, I couldn’t tell you because it was going to be a surprise. But i really like you, actually no. You’re my best friend and you mean the entire world to me, i love you. Im sorry you had to find out this way.” The look in his eyes was a desperate one.

You felt shocked, you had never once considered any of the things that just fell past his lips, and as if he saw your shock he let go of your hand and left the bracelet there. He rocked back on his heels to give you time to process his words as the rain fell around you two.

“i… you like me? Really? But how did you…. Did you know I’ve felt the same?”

“not until today…i saw that look you had. Like you wee heart broken…I can’t risk losing our burnt toast sundays…” His comment made you crack a smile as all the pieces slowly fit into place.

and the rest…. Well that’s history.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 120 Relisten

(a-mag-a-day people: I fucked up the tag on yesterday's post T_T If you still want to take a look at it, click here: MAG 119 Relisten)

Activity on my first listen: cutting apples.

There is static as soon as the statement starts.

"Desperate, he tries to throw the apple at his observer, but it is too late." Actually, have you tried throwing something really hard in a dream, or punching very hard? It's frustratingly not possible, it feels like you're moving underwater.

Hm, the static has died down a bit at some time, probably so it can audibly rise again at "It hurts."

Hm, it rises again to well audible background static when he leaves the MAG 65 dream and ventures on to those he cannot access anymore.

"The rain is still there, though it is empty. The long and desolate road, slick with the downpour; a police car’s lights flashing over the unmoving van. The doors are open, and the too-familiar statues stand either side of the well-worn wooden box. He looks around, his eyes scanning this forever road and the clouds of iron gray, looking for her, but she is not there." Daisy's dream is still here. Yet Leitner or Gerry, who are clearly dead, never come up. Daisy alive! (Hm, on second thought, we don’t know if Leitner would have come up at all since one, he died before Jon could go to sleep and two, he had read A Disappearance, maybe he would have never come up at all, even if he lived.)

Okay, so I think the static’s phasing in and out. Almost no static at Daisy's dream, though very strong at "I Am For You".

"There is nowhere in this universe that it would not blot out the sky." Just 40 more episodes!

"More than anything, the Archivist wants to look away, to turn his eye from her gentle sadness, from the disappointment in what she sees in him." Ouch...

ELIAS: "Hello, Inspector. Martin. I’m, uh, sorry to hear about Tim –" MARTIN: "Don’t." ELIAS: "And Daisy, I suppose –" MARTIN: "Don’t. You. Dare." ELIAS: "I suppose it’s some consolation Basira made it out. And John. More or less." I mean, they are vital for the audience to know what happened, but I love this little bits of information casually coming up in a conversation for us to fill in the blanks.

ELIAS: "There was simply too much to keep watching over. I only have two eyes, after all." Can't imagine how much of a problem a truly omniscient villain would have been. Even if here it's what he wanted anyway.

MARTIN: "Just be, be careful with him, all right, he can see things – put thoughts and – stuff into your head –" POLICE OFFICER: "Like I said: I’ve been briefed. And the situation is being monitored –" OMG, I just remembered! I was just thinking, you can be briefed all you want, but how would you keep someone like this out of your mind. Does anyone know Village of the Damned? (1995 by John Carpenter, based on the 1960s movie) Under weird circumstances, children with psychic powers were born in the eponymous village. Those children were not benevolent, they could make other people do stuff, get into their heads etc. The town doctor though found a way to keep them out of his head by imagining a brick wall and all this thoughts well hidden behind this it.

ELIAS: [ow] "Are those really necessary?" [SOUND OF ELIAS BEING APPARENTLY PUNCHED IN THE STOMACH] ELIAS: [gag, wheeze] I may not be one for revenge. But I take delight if someone does occasionally reap the fruit of their labor.

ELIAS: [wheeze] "Goodbye, Martin." [wheeze] "Be seeing you." Ha! Seeing!

PETER: "To be honest with you, Martin, I didn’t expect to be taking over the place so soon, or in quite such a state of disarray. But I’ll do my best to keep the place afloat." Ha! Afloat! Coming from a sea captain!

PETER: "Well, if you could send Melanie and Basira up to see me, I’d like to introduce myself." First time around I assumed Elias would be at the hospital when speaking of Jon's dreams. But I guess he wouldn't need to be physically near Jon and this line makes it quite clear, that they are in Elias' office.

PETER: "After that, I’ll put through a couple of weeks of paid leave for you all – I think giving everyone some space to try and deal with the loss of Tim and Daisy might do everyone some good." As someone who likes to deal with grief in isolation, I thought "Oh, how very nice of him". But that's not exactly what this is, given it's a Lukas.

@a-mag-a-day

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

Hiya Middy! Long time no see!! I hope life has been kind to you 💜💜💜

lol we're thinking on the same wavelength today @coldshrugs 😂 :>

anyway. This was supposed to be a snippet. It...did not end up being a snippet omg, it really got away from me kdlfhgjkfdhgk. It's 3:40 in the morning and this is the first piece I've (more or less) finished in like 3 or 4 months. It's just under 1,300 words. Set a few weeks after the big Endwalker finale, so vague mentions of what happened there.

[prompt meme]

nascent hope & new beginnings

The uneven rhythm of O’ravi’s cane tapping on the cobblestone announces her presence before she emerges from the early morning fog that blankets Sharlayan, and Aymeric sets aside the report he was reading, its contents immediately forgotten.

She’s starting to look like herself again, a clarity in her eyes now that’s been absent since her return from Ultima Thule. The silver and teal shawl she’s wrapped around her shoulders clashes somewhat oddly with the dark red tunic dress she wears, which in turn contrasts with the royal blue ribbon that holds her hair in a loose ponytail. It’s a far cry from the well-coordinated outfits she wears for business and battle, but it suits her.

O’ravi smiles, a little lopsidedly, a little shyly, and waves. “Hey.”

“Good morning, Ravi.” He can’t help it—he runs to meet her, and offers his arm. “You’re up early.”

“The pain was too great to stay in bed. So I thought I might as well seek you out, enjoy the fresh air.” She moves to link her arm through his but pauses, a strange look on her face. Instead, she reaches up to grasp his collar and tugs.

Wordlessly, and with no small amount of confusion, he acquiesces to her wish and leans down.

And softly, sweetly, feather-lightly, she presses a kiss to his lips.

She withdraws before he realizes what happened, content. His heart lurches like a wounded animal within his chest, his breath suddenly shaky, and she winds her arm through his as if she didn’t just send him reeling.

He can’t bear to look at her, he can’t bear to look away. The kiss in Ala Mhigo, before she set out for Garlemald—when she’d kissed him like her survival depended on it only to flee for the airship. That was moons ago, and they’d not spoken of it yet. It was never the right time.

Now, this. Against all the odds she defeated Meteion and Zenos and made it home alive, and she could’ve gone to anyone—could’ve sought out anyone she wished—but she chose to be here. With him.

Halone have mercy.

They walk together down the garden path back to the pavilion. Her gait is unsteady and torpid, but between him and the cane she’s at no risk of falling. It frustrates and distresses her to be so robbed of strength, but he’s just glad to see her up and about and alive. Safe, and free.

There’s a chill on the breeze, carrying the promise of snow and the memory of home. The long walks they took through the Pillars on the eve of battles she didn’t believe she’d return from. He lays a hand over hers, letting her clammy hands soak up his warmth. Soon, they’d go home together, and never again would she need to leave fearing what fate awaited her in far-off lands. Not if he had anything to say about it.

They make their way to the bench where Aymeric left the report, and O’ravi attempts to fold her legs beneath her only to cringe and hiss when the motion aggravates some half-dozen different wounds.

“Careful,” Aymeric says, settling down beside her.

“It never gets easier.” She leans the handle of her cane into the corner of the pavilion wall, careful not to knock it over lest its clattering disrupt the morning quiet. Her tail swishes placidly as she shifts to close the distance between them, ensuring that her arm rests against his and her leg likewise touches his.

He raises his hand slightly in silent offering; without hesitation, she twines her fingers through his.

“Aymeric,” she says, so softly it’s almost a whisper, “what do you think happens now that the Final Days are over? No more Ascians, no more Garlean expansionism, no more Hydaelyn and Zodiark…”

“Years of rebuilding, to start with. No nation was spared the destruction the blasphemies and towers wrought—in every corner of the world, entire communities were wiped out, the population slaughtered or turned, to say nothing of the state of Garlemald. We must needs—”

O’ravi laughs. “No, no, no, I meant: duty and the wider world be damned, what do you want for your future?”

Ah.

He blinks stupidly, trying to cobble together an answer. “I’ve not put much thought into it, to tell you the truth.”

In truth, that is a flat-out lie. Of course he’s thought about it. But what he wants, what he longs for above all else—he cannot ask that of her. What if the request hurts her? And, perhaps it’s selfish, but what if her answer hurts him? Their friendship is too important to take the risk. No, he will hold his tongue.

“You don’t have to have it all figured out right now,” she says, and while her smile is tender there’s a knowing look in her eye that he can’t withstand. “Just think about it for a while.”

He never has been good at lying to her. His one consolation is that she’s just as bad at lying to him.

“What of you? The world is yours now, your life is your own again. What will you do with it?”

“Well.” She straightens her spine, ears twitching excitedly, and her smile takes on a mischievous edge. “After all I’ve done, I have more than earned the right to live as I see fit. I’ve earned the right to put duty and responsibility and reputation aside—and I know someone else who has earned the same.”

“We do owe much to your fellow Scions and Warriors of Light.”

“No, Aymeric, I mean you.” She takes his other hand in her own and squeezes. “The future is ours now. Ours to shape, ours to live. After all we’ve bled and suffered and sacrificed, we need to do something for ourselves. Just this much at least.” She leans towards him, and he has no choice but to meet her gaze. “You give and you give and you give of yourself until you have nothing left. The world takes and it never gives back, and before you know it you’ve lost yourself. I know this is happening to you because it happened to me, too. You have to draw a line in the sand somewhere and say, this is mine, this belongs to me, and the world can’t touch it. Aymeric, may I tell you what I want for the future?”

The light is glinting off the gold veins that mar her eyes. Her sincerity is painful to behold.

“Of course.”

“I want you to find yourself again. I want to find me again…and I want us to do it together. I want us to walk into the future together, hand in hand, side by side. Whatever paths we walk going forward, I want us to walk them together until the end of our days.”

“I…”

By the Fury, how is he supposed to answer that? How is he meant to—?

His heart is racing, and she’s watching him with such an innocence, a kindness that’s driving him mad.

Her wish answers the question he couldn’t voice. Yet it still leaves some things up in the air, namely: will they continue to keep a distance between them? Pretend Ala Mhigo never happened and remain friends and naught more?

A deeply foolish thought—he knows what the answer to that is, even if he won’t admit it—but nonetheless…

O’ravi raises an inquisitive eyebrow. “What say you, my brilliant blue knight?” His thoughts are spinning too rapidly to be trusted now, so despite the fact he’ll likely regret it later, he follows the impulse of his heart and kisses the scar that cuts across the bridge of her nose. Let that be answer enough.