#u don’t understand how life changing this is it’s like when i got told i had adhd and i had meds and all this advice

[acidbathcat]

also a lot of the things i thought were “sensory issues” were reasonable reactions to my skin hissing and spitting at anything it dislikes, such as seams on clothes, the sun, sweat, lack of sleep, hair touching my (itchy) face, all shit that literally hurt me ! and i assumed it was all in my head

[morbidmorbid]

Daryl finally reaching the point of the relationship where he can just surrender to the one he loves. Him, on his knees, face buried in your cunt just because he understands now just how much he loves you and can bare himself to you completely.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ADD TO THIS!!! THAT PERSON HAS SINGLE HANDEDLY LEFT ME FERAL OMG!!!! i need that man, I think we ALL need that man 💳💥💳💥

i got uuuuu and sorryyy i’m so late to this i’m a slow writer plus life but here u go !! um this wasn’t supposed to be.. all of this but i can’t help myself. explodes.

18+

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it was challenging to get daryl to sleep sometimes.

eyes peel open, gradual, slow. sleep doesn’t weigh heavy on your lids, hadn’t deemed the chance to for prolonged rest was difficult to come by. still, finding idleness was an almost unfamiliar casual occurring and while slow to get comfortable with, it wasn’t completely unwanted. so when your muscles ache and the death in your face suffocates you, you take the chance of a bed and a falsified home even if it comes to be fleeting.

daryl sits perched on the windowsill, cigarette alight.

his dislike for new or change wasn’t the case now, perhaps it was that constant uneasiness that came with the ignorance of another world. daryl, in this state of the world, didn’t kneel to forged comfort—he’d told you that not with his words but with the emptiness in alexandria where his presence should be. he’s recruiting with aaron, he’s on a run, he’s not here. you understand his reservation and while you often touched convictions with him, this was a bit different, this one felt close enough to right.

you don’t bother maneuvering much, only turning a curious head over in his direction. the tidied sheets beneath you ruffle in contact.

“so that’s why i couldn’t sleep.” you say and it’s light, a quip that gently prods. it’s a joke at him forgoing the spot in bed beside you for hard wood beneath him and smoke in his lungs.

daryl takes a drag and pinches it between fingers. inhale, eyes you, exhale, turns away. “right, sorry.” he apologizes for it in his seriousness, watches your eyebrows scrunch in hilarious disbelief and tips in: “looked pretty damn sleep to me, though.”

he hadn’t bothered to crack a window amidst his smoke and it infiltrates the air. it fills your lungs and keeps you from biting back at him that, yeah, you might’ve been somewhere drowned in a dream—whatever those conjured up to be in this time—and it’s an odd thing. to sleep, to fall in deep enough to become unaware of the real around you, and you stick daryl on that development. perhaps things wouldn’t be that simple or easy, there wouldn’t be the opportunity, the comfortability in letting go for a breath.

if not for him perched right where he sits against the glass and looming around you in your vulnerability, likely ignorant to the umbrella of defense he creates.

the sun is long gone and doesn’t burn against the glass like before you’d dozed, only now the enveloping darkness.

“when did you get back?” you ask. his crossbow leans dirty against the wall near the threshold, arrows bloodied. daryl hasn’t shaken the vest or his shoes, nor the dirt on his hands and wedged beneath his fingernails. you reckon thirty minutes, though daryl surprises you.

another drag. “sun was still shinin’ over ya.” he says. it’s been a long while, then. had he eaten? or had he’d smoked his few stale cigarettes and chewed on his thoughts in the stretch of time and that itself is an upsetting possibility.

you purse your lips and your locked fingers dance against eachother, thoughtful. while he seems as he always is, he isn’t. there’s a reason behind everything, the good and the bad, and this one fell between both. “can you come over here? i’m cold.” daryl was a cautious man with little trust and that was good in this world, but right here his hesitancy to pursue not only this false town but you as well was not as pretty as good reasons go.

but that was selfish thinking and unfair to daryl’s morals.

he watches you and years prior he’d been unreadable, but you’re accustomed and he looks like someone who doesn’t believe your words. “it’s sweatin’ balls in here.” he unnecessarily shoots back. daryl, always running behind with your jokes, or maybe he understands but shies away from what you’re asking. daryl was always someone who’d have to work back into accustoms if detached for a while, always slow to reciprocate—even though he so strongly did—lest you’re persistent.

“well, i’m shivering.” you’re saying as you make to rub two hands together to search for warmth. warmth you didn’t need for it already filled you, but a tactic is a tactic.

daryl scoffs a laugh that’s too quiet to catch, but it’s seen. he stubs out his cigarette then, marks the wood in an ugly manner. when he makes the small walk towards the bed, towards you, you’re meeting him halfway as you walk on knees to the edge.

he stops when you speak up. “you’re not getting in bed with all that shit on, are you?”

“was.” he confirms and shrugs and it’s humorous to see how serious he is, how he doesn’t grasp onto the issue.

“take it off, it seems uncomfortable.”

“i ain’t uncomfortable.”

“daryl.”

daryl could be good with orders—could be, a meticulous sort of arrangement—when he agreed with them. this was a mixed case whereas he seemed pulled between the two; the look in his eyes and the firm stance before you screaming i’m fine, i’m staying put. then the other end of the stick with what he eventually complied with in the form of slouched shoulders, guard down, capable of finding that same comfortability in your ways that strived for his growth that he does in his own ways.

still, he grumbles. “ya killin’ me.” and then his jacket goes, his vest, his worn stitched gloves.

you know that daryl prefers to be prepared no matter the situation, doesn’t like to be bared to the world for not even a breath and his heedfulness is commendable. though right here in the warm box that isn’t your inauthentic bedroom but your presence, you recognize his needs are a broad category and this is one of the many.

daryl needs his own relief to come back to despite the state of the world—everyone else has their own, whether in another or in themselves or in between, and daryl deserved just as much.

when he goes to indulge you, two hands coming down against the mattress, you dodge. “don’t forget your shoes, dar.” and he’s all eye contact before finally crouching down. “no shoes in bed, it’s barbaric.”

“guessin’ i oughta get my underwear off, right?” he smiles a small one, sarcastic. “beat ya to the punch.”

you shrug for the joke and he scoffs at it. he bends at the knees nevertheless, lightly hitting the floor and fingers reaching to shove themselves in the heel of his shoe. one goes and joins the pile, but before he can twin the other foot, you’re bringing a hand to his hair. he’s a bit sweaty there, strands darkened in consequence and instead of grimacing, your chest swells with pride, gratitude; daryl’s a fighter and it shows even in the smallest things.

“thank you, by the way. really.” you say when you notice he’s halted his movements. he doesn’t budge even when you move from strand to strand, fixing him, watching his forehead come into view. his brows and shoulders remain lax which is good, encourages you. had it been before he would’ve been a quick hand on your forearm with alarm, unfamiliar in the intimacy, hesitant.

he doesn’t look up yet. “thankin’ me for?” and against your palm he leans.

“i don’t know, everything—for fighting.” you elaborate and it’s then that he’s lifting his head, squinted eyes sharp.

daryl was always shy eyes when commended. he holds your gaze in increments now and you take the moment to let your hands travel. they’re slow and deliberate where they land along the expanse of his jaw and against the hairs on his face. daryl moves with you in whichever direction you think to turn him, and while it’s cute and certainly heavy intimate development on his part, you don’t call him out on it for he embarrasses easily and having him shy away now was not a good call.

“ain’t just me.” he finally says and since he doesn’t like spotlight, “it’s you, michonne, rick—“

“i know.” you cut in. daryl reads into your simple response almost immediately if the expression he holds is telling; a bit taken aback, slightly flustered, understanding. there’s something in your chest that screams pride when daryl comes to realize when you’re making things about him, when you’re specifically singling him out, when you’re picking out all of his goods and positives and displaying them before himself.

daryl preens under your touch. the touch of yours that continues to travel, dancing in his hair, brushing against the skin of his face, running knuckles over cheekbones and forehead wrinkles. every crevice, every bump different. it’s distracting for daryl, you learned prior, lures his mind to a standstill, tugs the words back down his throat. he’s typically left with little to say to you when you’re on him like this, instead speaks with his eyes of a solace he finds between the both of you.

“your hands.” he eventually comments.

“my hands?” although now under scrutiny, they don’t pause their exploration.

“warm. said you were freezin’.”

your lips purse then at his delayed reckoning, laughter at the tip of your tongue. it slips despite your efforts, low and loose, makes daryl squint in situational ignorance. at the prison, daryl had once complimented your laugh under and against the metal of the cell beds, had thrown a ‘nevermind’ in quickly after you’d cooed at him for it.

“well, of course they’re warm now.” you bring them to his neck now, tip of your thumbs caressing his ears. “still cold all over, though.”

and instead of questioning you further, instead of coming up to engulf you in a hug, daryl brings his face into your abdomen. it’s not a punch of air that you lose, but your ability to form coherent thoughts. it’s him not exactly nuzzling, but breathing steadily into the cloth of your shirt, soft inhale, soft exhale. this means something because it always means something.

daryl hides the sudden salacious fervor on his face in the shield that your body creates. it’s obvious, so obvious, because he’s strong and unmoving where you attempt to lift his head.

while it is sudden, the dots seem to connect—daryl, with his lack of space to ever position himself to submit, does so openly right now because there is an opening for it. while he so genuinely kneeled for his shoes, you picked up on the way his pupils dilated when he did find your eyes—ever so brief during those three second variables. it was then that you knew.

“everything okay?” you ask lightly. everything is okay, daryl is so evidently okay which is why he pursues this. you ask anyway, though. daryl says he likes verbal confirmation and reassurance from you and he’d be a hypocrite to not like for you to reciprocate.

“mhm.” it’s muffled against your body which begins to gradually curl around him, between your legs which have swamped him in. “just ain’t comfortable down here.”

“really? you aching already?” you retort with a low laugh.

daryl doesn’t say anything else, nor does he make to stand.

“dick’s hard.” is what he comes up with and it’s so sudden and not at all vague.

you’ve thought it to be the case, so it doesn’t surprise you much. it was apparent the moment he hide himself in what you’d call shame. shame that looked to only follow him in the structure of built up carnal strain that’d been canned inside of him. daryl behaved like he didn’t have a clue that he had it or how to exactly deal with it. when the relationship had sprouted into a much more personal manner, it was always you who’d ‘handle’ daryl even when he struggled finding it in himself to.

he’s bringing hands up and they’re situating themselves on your waist. his hold isn’t suffocating, but it’s tight, fidgeting where he tries to keep his energy levels even.

“if you want something, daryl..” you begin slowly, anticipating where this will take you both. where your hands still sit in daryl’s hair, you pull again and he finally gives way and holy shit.

“ask ya for it.” he finishes, and before you can ponder too long why he already looks so fucking out of it, he’s already beating you to it. “think i busted.” he grunts around the words, fingers twitching against you and he forgoes his hold to wipe the back of his hand against his lips. it looks to be a habit that has budded from his nerves which he strives to conceal.

“did you?..”

daryl curls his lips inwards, another habit, adjusts his knees on the floor. “well, it ain’t piss.“

“oh. you wanna clean up and come up here? we can just—“ daryl was weird with embarrassment, and while it was fun to poke and prod, he’d probably string himself dry thinking back on this, so you try to move it along—not mention it for a moment longer.

“nah.” i’ll stay here is what he says with his actions, bringing his face back to your abdomen, kisses through the shirt. despite his own interference daryl is still there; he shows that he still feels the sensual crave all within himself with the way he simply picks back up regardless of the mess in his pants.

admittedly, it brings a slight tremble down into the pit of your stomach.

you’re whispering out a light okay as he proceeds, hands at your waist shifting and bringing your shirt upwards, tidbits of flesh now exposed. it seems purposeful because he’s then all dry lips and scratchy facial hair against your skin, drinking you in, dirty hands squeezing where they can.

you’re calling out his name to which he responds to with a stronger aggression in action; oddly firm presses of his lips evolving into these tiny nips of teeth, pushing against you enough to send you back onto your palms.

rare were the moments that daryl’s usually subdued needs make such a sudden head. when he’s functioning one moment, high off plenty cigarettes in his normal, and the next he’s chasing you lewdly like he’s just always been without fornication—and he has.

daryl advances south, hands still at your waist, breath fanning over your pants. they’re of comfort with no zipper or buttons to act as a task to undo, so daryl gets to you easily. his hands shake a little as he hooks fingers in the waistband of your pants, not all nervousness but moreso an eagerness that it seems he struggles keeping at bay.

though despite this, he handles you with a certain gentleness and allows himself this moment of vulnerability, of exploration in a way that leaves you both bare in every sense.

your bottoms pull down and you help to kick them off and away.

“gentle.” you say when he stuffs a sweaty face directly into you, hands cupping your legs from beneath, spreading them enough to fit himself comfortably between. “i’m not as flexible as i used to be.”

“can’t tell.” he shoots back in his playfulness that is typically delivered dryly.

he shifts on his knees again, but doesn’t seem entirely too bothered, instead doesn’t spend another second without a tongue pressed wetly against you through the fabric of your garment. he laps at the cloth, grunts incoherencies, presses thumbs into your under thigh, tries to hide the not so subtle clenching in his abdomen. he’s hard again, straining and obvious, at the mercy of his body’s natural instinct to relieve the pressure by humping, rutting, fucking up into anything, searching for something.

“daryl, daryl.” you hiss when he tries to get his mouth on you whole down there, not stalling for anything. “shit, you—let’s take it slow.”

and you know in his current state it’s absurd to ask, he’s already gone.

but still, he hears you because he’s reluctantly pulling away, obedient.

“alright, now take them off, please.” you order, bringing a hand to his hair again. it creates a sort of stability for yourself, whilst for daryl it only tips him more towards the edge.

and since daryl runs on orders, he’s quick to move again with hands sliding you out of the underwear and down your legs. you assist with kicking them off and away, and daryl doesn’t give you a breath in between because he’s a wet tongue on you in an instant.

it’s like something shifts in him—like something breaks, gives way to a heavily chased after relief—seeing the way his shoulders slack. you gasp, feeling the pleasure ripple up your spine, sit hotly in your gut.

“look at you, oh my god.” you begin to taunt and it’s s bit broken off, but still holds its weight. “you look so right down there.”

daryl gives a groan in return, fingers squeezing in protest, but you know he believes it, too.

your chest fills with a breath when he pops off, and it’s beautiful how concentrated he seems with the task. for once, his cheeks tint an airbrush of pink, featherlight and detailing to you just how aroused he is.

to use emphasis, in his still state, you use the opportunity to reel him back in at the hair. it elicits something loud and ruined out of him—a moan, a whine almost. he breathes through his nose when he’s tongue and teeth and cheeks all over you again, and it makes your back arch. the sounds he produces alongside the wetness that you are has you bringing ankles to his backside, locking him in and daryl’s moans are muffled and slightly garbled in reaction.

“you’re gonna—“ cracked. “you’re so good for me, you’re gonna make me cum.”

at that, he pursues you heavier now. like he’s eager to taste you, like he wouldn’t miss it for the world, daryl brings a hand up to rub what he can’t get. it’s wet and nasty and lewdly noisy, and your moans alike. with him using two times the pleasure, it sends you over just as fast.

your eyes squeeze tight as your body racks with the aftershocks, and daryl is ragged breaths somewhere in the void and you’re not sure if it’s him coming as well or the hand deep in his strands has him that strung out.

the wound up muscles in your body release as does your hold on him, and you’re falling to your back against the mattress.

it’s a while before your eyes are peeling open again, head lulled a bit. daryl stands to his feet again at the foot of the bed, cracked bones and all.

“hey.” he starts quietly, haphazardly wipes his mouth. he hovers over you laid out on the bed, arms encasing your head and body heat transferring. “we alrigh’?” his concern etches outside of his tone and into his hot hand that now covers your cheek and ear. his thumb runs over your moist cheekbones and his eyes stick to yours like syrup.

you nod. “yeah.” you assure and watch his expression ease up. “i’m definitely alright. are you?”

he mimics your nod. “mhm.”

“don’t.” you say when he attempts to embrace you entirely. “shower. both of us.” and when he doesn’t respond—“shower. you came twice in your pants.”

daryl shoves his face in the crook of your neck then, ears red.

when the water eventually does come down on you both, it’s shameless in its lack of purity. daryl, despite the night, used a handjob from you underneath the stream before he’d grown shaky in the shoulders and grumpy in the tone, apprehensive in his age. (“ain’t built for another, you’re killin’ me.”)

and he would know himself best because he’s droopy eyes and clean hair against the pillows afterwards, sleep weighing him down. he’s still like he doesn’t feel your gaze, but squints open an eye when you speak.

“i lied about being cold. wanted you in bed.” you smile to contain laughter.

daryl scoffs. “mhm, well .. shit worked.”

[earlgreydream]

gods, I’m so sorry. this has been in my drafts since APRIL 2023…. I’m finally getting to it, thanks so much for this sweet request ♥️

requested: bucky needing to have a hand on you (stroking ur hair, hand on ur knee, etc) at all times after he nearly loses u 🥺 to reassure u that ure safe and he's there but mostly to reassure himself

The silence was deafening, and it was so dark. Had it always been this way? James couldn’t remember. The Brooklyn apartment didn’t feel like a home anymore. It was empty without you, your absence ripping the essence of life from his home.

He sighed, not bothering to turn on the light. James didn’t have any intention to stay, the emptiness held an eerie feeling that he just couldn’t shake. He almost forgot what he’d gone home for — to get a change of clothes before heading back to the Tower, to wait for you.

James felt like he should have been out looking. You’d been missing for weeks — disappearing on a mission with Sam, to gather intel. There wasn’t supposed to be any real danger, he would never have let you go if he was worried about a threat to your safety.

“We need to go back, they found her,” Steve’s voice cut through the silence, and Bucky’s heart seized at his words.

“Is she alive?”

.

The first thing your mind registered was pain. There was a dull, heavy throbbing in every part of your body. When you tried to open your eyes, everything was too bright, and a terrible beeping worsened your splitting headache.

You blinked away the fog in your vision, a hospital room slowly coming into focus. James stood up from a chair in the corner and ran to your side, speaking frantically. You couldn’t understand him, it sounded like his voice was underwater, unclear and garbled.

Panic surged through your chest when you looked down to see an IV in your arm, and you registered the tubes on your face that were meant to help you breathe. You clawed at the IV in your arm, nails scratching your skin as you attempted to rip the needle out.

“Stop, please, baby,” James begged, grabbing your wrist to keep you from accidentally hurting yourself.

“James?” You rasped, the fear in your voice breaking his heart.

“I’m here. You’re safe, you’re in the hospital at Stark Tower. Nothing can hurt you anymore,” he promised, the words sounding clearer in your head this time.

Your chest heaved and tears started to leak down your cheeks, whimpering as a nurse emptied a sedative into your system.

James held your hand, so the nurse didn’t cuff your wrists to the bed. Your memory was foggy, but your body remembered what you’d been through — your heart rate monitor beginning to scream as the nurse talked about restraining you.

“Get out. Just get out!” James shouted, one of the few times you’d ever seen him with tears running down his face.

You began to fade as the sedative kicked in, the room quieting once it was just you and James. He listened to your shallow breathing, gently rubbing his thumb across your forearm, needing to touch you as he sat next to the bed. He had to have his hands on you, to remind himself you were there, safe.

“Don’t leave me,” you begged softly, your trembling hand laying over his.

“I won’t leave you, I promise… just get some rest, okay?” He kissed your knuckles, gazing at you with wet blue eyes.

.

“I can stay with her, so you can go home, change, sleep in your own bed?” Steve offered, coming in while you were asleep.

“I'm not leaving,” James murmured, barely looking up at his best friend.

“Has she told you anything about what happened?” Steve took a seat on the other side of your bed, an action that James was grateful for, even if he didn’t say so.

“No. She’s barely coherent, they’ve got her on some pretty intense medication…. Steve, she’s in rough shape. How was she when you found her?”

James was afraid to ask, but had to know. Steve shifted his weight, looking down at the floor before finally looking back at your sleeping form, bruised and battered.

"Bad, James. Hydra had her tied up, suspended from the ceiling."

James rubbed his fingers over the raw, red rings around your wrists from the restraints, stopping as you winced in your sleep.

You opened your eyes, looking over at him, reaching out to trail your fingertips over the scruff on his cheek.

"Steve, thank you," you spoke hoarsely, turning to the blond who stood at the end of the hospital bed.

"Of course. How are you feeling?" he approached and gently took your outstretched hand.

"Everything hurts," you groaned, shaking as you tried to sit up.

"Here," James helped you, supporting your weight as you settled into a seated position.

.

Two weeks later, you'd recovered enough to be discharged.

"I don't want to stay at the tower, I want to go home," you insisted to James, anxious to be back in the shared Brooklyn apartment.

You held his hand as he drove you to the brownstone, flinching at car horns and loud noises. As much as you ached to be home, the trauma still exhausted your nervous system, and kept James on edge.

Your friends had been kind enough to clean your place for you, warm and smelling of the dinner that was in the oven, waiting for you and James. He followed you to the kitchen, smiling softly as you eagerly dug into the first real food you’d got since your return.

Despite have the whole table to yourself, you sat on Bucky’s knee as you ate, his arm around your waist. He was quieter than usual, his face pressed into your shoulder, needing to be as close as possible. He was unable to let you go, afraid you’d slip through his fingers.

.

Later that night, Bucky sat on the edge of the tub, helping rinse your hair. He had all but gotten in the water with you, his sleeves rolled up as he tenderly washed your skin. Candles flickered on the counters, dimly lighting the fragrant room.

“I’m okay,” you whispered to James, your hand going to his jaw as he kissed you. His lips were soft against yours, parting just enough to catch your small gasp. You chased his mouth when he pulled away, only briefly satisfied as he planted another firm kiss to your lips. He stood to get you a towel, wrapping you up as you rose from the water.

“Let’s go to bed,” he urged, unable to hide his anxiety.

“You won’t sleep,” you accused, knowing he’d be up all night, just as he had for days.

“We can put on a movie. I just need to hold you,” his big eyes were framed by dark lashes, eyes that were impossible to say no to.

You slipped into one of his tee shirts before following him, letting yourself snuggle against his side, his arms tightly wrapping around your middle. The rhythm of his heartbeat and soft sounds of the television lulled you to sleep, resting safely in his embrace.

[damiansgoodgirll]

can u write abt jude defending the reader and also comforting her

jude bellingham x reader

tw : angst? not a main character death but still…

no one can compare

dating jude bellingham took a big change on your life. you went from having 45 followers to have more than a million. you went from being no one to being someone. you went from posting normal selfies to posting professional photos that photographers took of you. you went from working underpaid jobs to work with important brand as nike and gucci.

you knew that everything you had was because of jude and you couldn’t be more grateful. he didn’t mind about you getting important deals because everything he wanted was too see you happy and so if being the face of an important brand made you happy he would tell you to go for it.

he was your number one supporter and you were his. he always reposted everytime you got a deal done and you attended every single one of his matches.

you were like the “it” couple and fans loved you.

well, not all jude’s fans.

a big part of his fan base was made of teenage girls who absolutely hated you and they wanted you to know that.

you couldn’t even post a normal picture on instagram that you would receive comments like “she’s so ugly” “why is jude dating her?” “he could have better” “she was nothing before him” “she only uses him for money”…

the thing was, it wasn’t a normal picture. you posted a picture for your best friend who passed away a few days before. you thought people would understand the situation but that didn’t stop them from saying mean things on you.

that’s how you found yourself laying on the bed and all covered in blankets, drying your tears away while you were going through the comments.

jude was in the bathroom next door and he definitely heard you sniffling. he knew about the comments, he read those comments on the pictures he posted with you and even if he asked his fans to stop the harassment it felt like they wouldn’t even care and that made him ten times angrier.

he carefully opened the bedroom door, not trying to upset you more and went to sit on the bed, in the spot right next to you.

“hey love…” he gave you a sad smile when he saw your red eyes “please…give me your phone baby” he slowly went to get the phone out of your hands and you simply let it fall.

“why are people so mean? my best friend just passed away and all these people can say is how i look fake to their eyes” you cried “i couldn’t care less about what they say about me…but saying things under my best friend’s post? where is the respect everyone is preaching?” you let yourself cry in his arms.

“i know baby…i know you’re hurting” he kissed your head while his hands went on your back.

“it’s not only that…it’s just…everything i do seems to upset them…i know they’re your fans but what have i done to them for make them hate me so much?” you sniffled a little.

“absolutely nothing baby…you’re so perfect and beautiful and they wish they were you…they wish they were here with me instead…they’re jealous and insecure so they feel the need to hurt you and make you feel like they feel about themselves” he told you “they’re jealous because i chose you, not them” he kissed your cheek “and they’re jealous because they can’t compete with you…you’re so kind and beautiful and god, i love you so much darling…no one can compare to you, i love you and only you…” he wiped your tears away and gently posed his lip over yours “you’re my everything…”

“i love you so much jude…thank you”

“you don’t have to thank me baby, it’s the truth…that’s the whole reason i chose you and not them…you’re ten thousand times better” he said and you smiled a little.

he then let you snuggle on his chest while his hands held you closer to his body, gently stroking your hair as you both ended up watching some stupid show on his laptop.

[jenscx]

UNDERSTAND — kim chaewon x f!reader

kim chaewon, your best friend and the girl you were in love with, was finally getting married. just not to you.

TAGS — angst, unrequited love, best friends, yn against the world, pining, this is so sad, red flag chaewon (Bad best friend!)

WORDCOUNT — 2.1k

the envelope in your trembling hands feel heavy. the closer it came towards you, the further your heart dropped. the simple words adorned across the back started to slowly choke you. a beige card resided inside, a string of words written that crushed your heart as your eyes glazed over the contents.

‘kim chaewon and kim minju requests the pleasure of your company to celebrate their marriage.’

you squeeze your eyes shut, as if this was a mere nightmare, yet the masochist part of you longs to continue reading. maybe somewhere in the invitation, there would be reasons as to why kim fucking chaewon decided to abandon you for someone else. this wasn’t the whole truth of course. you hated it, but chaewon was never the type to leave anyone. it was just difficult for you to accept the cold and harsh reality of the situation.

it was a dangerous game your head was playing, and your heart was like a marionette on strings to your mind. your phone buzzes, distracting you. messages flowing through your inbox, all full of worry by your friends. and hidden in those words of sympathy, there laid one, from chaewon.

chae ( ̀⌄ ́) [9.17am]:

ynnie!

u got the invite?

you considered not replying, yet, the longing feelings for your best friend pushed you to type out a shaky message.

ynnie (^з^) [9.20am]:

yeah.

i’ll check my schedule

chae ( ̀⌄ ́) [9.21am]:

huh

it’s my wedding!! take a day off

pls yn :<

when you don't reply after a minute, your phone rings with the opening of speak now by taylor swift.

“hello?”

“yn, don’t tell me you’re considering not coming to my wedding?” chaewon says, “you’re my best friend, you have to be one of the bridesmaids!”

your throat clenches up. “unnie, i can't just take a day off,” (you totally could, but it was just easier to say that instead of explaining the real reason for your absence), “and being a bridesmaid? i don’t have time for that, i’m sorry.”

and then sharply, chaewon snaps, “you don’t have time for anything.”

“are you seriously saying that?”

“yes, i am seriously saying that. when’s the last time we hung out, huh? probably in high school. you never have time for me anymore. i’m like, some meaningless stranger that you can’t care for!”

her words make your blood boil. because how could she say that? how could she just ignore all the times she brushed you off to go hang out with minju instead?

and why is she making it a big deal when you’ve never done so in the past?

“don’t say that,” you state firmly, “chaewon unnie. the more you try, the less i feel like attending. i have a life outside of high school friend groups—”

“stop calling me that!” chaewon yells.

you push the phone further from your ears, “calling you what?”

“chaewon unnie. why are you changing your nicknames for me? why are you acting like we’re nothing more than just friends?”

“more than just friends?” you ask, confused.

“we’re best friends! so, please stop being so cold and distant! i’ve know you for so long, what happened to ‘chae’ or ‘wonnie’?”

best friends. you fall silent at her words. until, another voice can be heard from chaewon’s side, one that sounds strikingly familiar with the only girl you’ve ever hated in high school.

“chae? are you on a call with someone?” kim minju’s voice shatters your heart.

“yeah, i’ll be done in a bit, maybe like half an hour?”

you make up your mind on the spot.

“chaewon unnie.”

“oh my god, i just told you to not call me—” her voice breaks and you feel a stab of guilt. a sniffle comes through the line and you can hear the frustration in her voice when she asks, “what?”

you clear your throat, hoping your voice wouldn’t waver when you say slowly, “i don’t think you know me.”

“what?”

“you said that you know me. i don’t think you do.”

a relented sigh of exasperation.

“y/n, i don’t have time for this. get to the point. i need to finish up wedding stuff.”

you nod forlornly, despite chaewon not being able to see you.

“ok. i’ll end the call now. goodbye.”

“what?! wait—”

a flurry of angry messages come through once you end the call. you can’t help but laugh at the situation (and chaewon’s messages).

chae ( ̀⌄ ́) [9.37am]:

YN ANSWER UR PHONE RN

oh my god URE SO ANNOYING

istg im going to come over.

the first thing that you do after skimming through the continuous train of messages is change chaewon’s name to a simple, ‘kim chaewon’, ridding her contact of any affection.

the second thing that you do is send a message to choi yena. a friend of yours that you met through kim chaewon. maybe if you didn’t exist, choi yena would be chaewon’s best friend.

after the read appears, you hear a knock on your apartment door.

oh shit. you widen your eyes. was chaewon actually here?

cautiously, you look through the peephole, breathing out a sigh of relief when yena’s duck-like face comes into view.

“hey,” you greet after opening the door. yena’s eyes glide over the wedding invitation on your dining table.

“oh,” her smirk widens, “is that why chaewon called me screaming about you?”

you shrug. “maybe.”

“and is that why you sent me a text that you needed help?” you shrug again. “you’re lucky i was just in the neighbourhood.”

“do you not have work today?”

“nah,” yena waves you off, “boss is hyewon, remember? bro barely even comes to work herself.”

you laugh heartily, recalling high school days of when hyewon would always show up to class late, panting, sweating and zero assignments done.

“anyway, chaewon had some things to say about you,” yena turns to you, eyes narrowing, “were you actually thinking about not going to their wedding?”

“maybe. i just said that to piss chaewon off, but i really do have work that day.”

she examines your expression carefully, “and you’re not going to take a day off?” you shake your head, sighing. “if i go, it’ll only make things worse.”

yena nods and you let out a sigh of relief inwardly. she was always so understanding towards your feelings for chaewon, having been the first one to know.

“i… i think you’re making a bad choice here,” yena says after a few seconds, “i understand what you’re feeling but i think chaewon’s hurting too. is distancing yourself for the best for both of you? or only for you?”

you’re taken aback.

“unnie, my heart has been hurting for so long. what else can i do?” right as you blurt those words out, yena’s gaze softens and you dip your head down.

“okay. do what you need to do. unnie will always be here to help you.”

your eyes shimmer with unshed tears of gratitude.

“thank you.”

“there’s a woman downstairs demanding to meet you,” kazuha, your assistant, says, “pretty tiny, short hair and very cute but angry.”

you tense up, peeking at kazuha through your bangs, “oh.”

“do i let her up?”

you weigh the options. either ignore chaewon and probably ruin your friendship, or let her up and have a huge argument in your office.

“hm, yeah.”

“yes ma’am!” kazuha salutes and exits the room. you sigh, running your hands through your dishevelled hair, papers strewn on your desk.

deciding that it would be best to clean up a bit before chaewon arrives, you try your best to stack up the documents neatly and arrange your attire.

you could hear footsteps approaching; kazuha’s light ones with chaewon’s angry stomps trailing behind.

the door bursts open, revealing your best friend and assistant, their expressions couldn’t have been more different.

“call me when you need me,” kazuha bows and flashes her gummy smile. you shoot a grateful smile back and turn your attention to chaewon.

she’s dressed in a black spaghetti strapped dress and a random jacket thrown on top of her shoulders. you purse your lips, “what are you doing here?”

“i wouldn’t be here if you had just given me a proper response,” chaewon approaches your desk, eyes aflame.

“is this about that? i already told you, i can’t make it. the date is scheduled at the end of december. year ends are always busier for me.”

“you can’t just take one day off for me? not even for my wedding?” chaewon scoffs, “what type of friend are you?”

you freeze, fists clenched and eyes closed.

“i’m sorry that i can’t make it. this job is important to me. i’m sorry that i’m a bad friend, but i can’t live without this job,” you try to explain, the last thing that you wanted was for chaewon to fling something at you.

“so you could live without our friendship?”

“that’s not what i said. i’m saying that this is the one time i need to prioritise something over you.”

chaewon’s eyes light up in surprise, then they narrow. “this isn’t the only time you are doing so. stop lying.”

“and you haven’t either? don’t act like you’re an angel, kim chaewon,” you snap, “you always ditched me to go hang out with minju.”

“why are you always talking about the past? and for the record, i never ditched you!”

you stare at her.

“you forgot my sixteenth birthday. you forgot that i had a competition. you forgot that my mom was in the hospital and i didn’t have anyone else but you. but you never came. so don’t say that you never ditched me. because you did.”

“you aren’t the most important thing in my life. don’t act like any of that matters. i don't care about you that much.”

oh, you think, this is what true heartbreak feels like. your heart clenches painfully and your throat closes up, making you feel suffocated. your eyes are attacked by an onslaught of tears. your best friend, saying that she didn’t truly care about you? even if you were rid of your affections for chaewon, it would have still hurt.

(and you feel like you’re seventeen again, heart crushed and head ringing with chaewon’s chat open on your phone. the day she had met kim minju was the day your world came crashing down.)

chaewon’s eyes are gleaming. you’re reminded of every attribute of hers that makes her so likeable. from her smile, puffy cheeks, silly personality, you find yourself vulnerable.

“i’ve liked you ever since we became friends. even if you don’t fucking care about me. and i’m sorry if me not attending your wedding hurts your feelings. but it doesn’t matter since you don’t care about me right?” you blurt out, as if you were possessed. tears spring to your eyes and you wipe them hastily.

“what? hey, wait, what do you mean you like me?” chaewon asked, eyes widened.

“i like you. i’m in love with you,” you repeat while chaewon gapes at you.

“i… yn,” chaewon takes a step backwards, “i’m getting married.”

“i know. i just wanted to tell you anyway,” you turn away, not wanting to see the look of disgust on her face.

you both don’t say a word. the sound of the raindrops hitting the windows piercing through the silence. you hear your heart tear into two again when chaewon speaks up, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“would you have accepted? would this change anything? you’re still getting married. i just wanted to tell you the truth, so you would just understand.”

before long, the dreaded words finally come.

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.” you can’t believe you hate something about chaewon. the sympathetic look on her face, the way the pitiful words are spoken, you hate it all. a final bittersweet ending to your friendship. it’s finally over. all the yearning, painful pining and nights you’ve spent crying under your blanket. it all led up to this.

“congratulations on your marriage, chae. i hope you and minju stay happy,” you force a smile.

(i will forever love you.)

“thank you, ynnie.”

(thank you for loving me.)

[sevenpoyo]

school headcanons for because i only got 3 more weeks

margo’s is so long even tho she got like 2 minutes of screen time bc i love her so much and she’s my gf

Margo Kess, 1610Miles, 42Miles, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar

margo kess / spiderbyte

ain’t shorty on zoom in the movie?

my girl dont attend class, she once shut down the entire blocks power so she would have an excuse to not be in class

eats in class all class everyday, only shares with you

takes really good notes and never studies them

like???? ma’am??? share???

all her electives are programming related and she pretends to busy while playing centipede all day

sends you 50 links to stuff you might like while ur in math

she got papers that let her opt out of gym

no matter how much you beg ur gonna be alone in gym and she doesn’t feel bad about it

popular with no friends type

like everyday 50 ppl stop you both and say hi

she only knows like 5 of their names she can’t stand half of them niggas

empty ass backpack like she got one notebook and one binder

all a’s and b’s like bitch how

her memory is absolutely ass but she can remember every story you told her or stuff that happened when y’all hang out

don’t ask her what she did in her class

don’t ask her if her class also has a history test

she don’t know

she don’t care

but she do know that when you were 8 your cousin burned ur thigh while y’all were playing iron vs knife fight

(u were dumb as hell for picking knife everyone knows iron always wins)

i looked it up on her word everybody uses those virtual avatars

she’ll shit on your class choices so damn hard

she just likes making fun of your choices fr

like half of ur conversation go;

damn i’m tired

u was up doing stupid shit last night you don’t get to complain

stfu that’s why ur a bitmoji

that’s why ur granny beat ur ass for something your brother did when you were 9

i hate telling u shit

then stop telling me shit

(i have no clue how accurate this is to her character but i need to write about her i’m in love but damn it’s long)

1610 miles / spider-man 2 lmao

book bag full locker full but never has a pencil

writes notes assignments and homework in paint pen ink don’t ask this nigga for notes

(he gets nigga treatment but not my queen margo bc i got favorites)

he miss mad classes but somehow still solid attendance record???

somehow always present in the record he miss 40 days and get caught on like 6 of them

unless his mom make breakfast and lunch on her day off for him he eating the most random shit from the bodega closest to visions

like what do you mean you got a cosmic brownie and a cold chopped cheese from last night ? it’s literally 7 in the morning no i don’t want none

makes you hype him up every time he slap boxes people and he’s so ass at it

he be ashy with no lotion atleast 5 times every month it’s embarrassing

he calls visions his white people school to his parents and his friends

once he said it to gwen and they sat in literal complete silence for like 10 minutes

prolly took music theory because he thought it would be easy and switched out of that shit so fast

i’d be so mean to him for enjoying physics

like this nigga trying to make something of him self

lil einstein ass nigga

he understands color theory but can’t explain it

12 half full sketchbooks but at school he literally draw on computer paper he don’t let the sketch book leave his bag

i know he’s ass at watercolor, he always spills shit, the colors always end up brown

try’s to be interested in your class choices bc he wants to know stuff he can talk about with you

when you first meet he can’t take meaner jokes bc he thinks that you mean them

but one day he’s gets comfortable, and brutal

no one in your life is safe when he looses a video game

except your mom

rio taught him better than that

42 miles / the prowler

comes to school with no school related supplies in his bag unless you count art stuff

finds a pencil on his way to class

has a change of clothes, rat tail comb, 3 bottles of water, a camera, a flashlight, lotion and cocoa butter.

like bro ur going to Ap Art not a camping trip

once he pulled out a griddle and and pancake mix and y’all started making pancakes in class

forgets his metro pass every day and gets so pissed ab it

runs into people in the hallway bc he’s never paying attention

idk if he goes to visions but if he does he calls it his white people school with his full chest to anybody even if they’re white

he be leaving halfway through the day all the time like bro you miss algebra 2 every damn day

uncle arron always talking him out of school with some bullshit reason

bro’s had his tonsils out 8 times on the school’s records

He will get ur parents to put his uncle on ur pickup list and you will be out of there with him

he will YELL if someone step on his shoes no matter what the situation like the school could be on fire and he fighting in the burning building

also his uniform is so pristine

his pants stiff

that button down is bleached ironed pressed and allat

this mfer is an online shopping addict u just know he be on amazon in class

will offer you the weirdest food combos like no i don’t want to put tajin mangoes on my beef patty i’m sick of you nigga

not school related but he’s super good with kids (both miles fr) but he’s the #1 little cousin defender and apologists

he ride for them always one of ur little cousins could sucker punch u and he be like

‘they just want u to play with them’

he takes a preforming arts class for fun prolly

loves sports but doesn’t play one understands the stats well and would help if you played one

wakes up at the asscrack of dawn on weekends

SICK ASS COSTUME FOR HOLLOWEEN IK THIS NIGGA LOVE HOLLOWEEN

plans costumes for school spirit weeks but always checks to seen if he’s gonna be the only one wearing a costume for it

never eats lunch unless his mom makes it he be hungry all day and be complaining

his socks are never in uniform (yes some uniform schools have sock rules)

gwen stacy / spider woman / ghost spider

idk what to call her

she has every snack you could ever want in her lunch bag

hates her music theory teacher

she literally has the most pristine locker with a calendar and a mirror and all that shit will write down test for you and important dates for the both of you

goes to school plays and shits on the story, like she ain’t pay 5 dollars to be there

some of her teachers hate her

like ma’am ur beefing with a whole 16 year old rn

she hate english teachers but love creative writing teachers

she keeps all her books in her locker never brings them home never brings them to class

always comes through with an extra pad no matter what

she also always has hand sanitizer

in like 4 extracurricular after school things and complains so bad

ur starting to hate that shit to ur sick of hearing it like girl quit then

10/10 cameraman she has every fight and every drama in 10khd and she will share them if you ask

she chews her pens and nails

has her drumsticks out always teachers have banned her from taking them to their classes

can watch tv on her phone but look focused you think she’s paying attention but then you look over and she’s watching good luck charlie

pavitr prabhakar / spider-man india

always late for class never in trouble

always eating and sharing food and never in trouble

how is he blessed like this? it ain’t fair

eats from the school vending machines or begs other ppl to share

will always have and share the homework answers no matter what he’s an angel

his sock always have holes in them like sir please get that shit together

gym try hard ik goes insane in football/soccer

very encouraging for shit u don’t wanna do he believes in you

you him and Gayatri talk so much shit but are somehow all well liked

he tells you what teachers are dating (he can just tell)

he has toothpaste in his bag for some reason?? i can just feel this one

his aunt will let you come over after school she’s so sweet to you.

always got a job at school assemblies

he’s reading poems or shaking hand or leading in the school pledge or something

Pav’s is short because i have no fucking clue if school in India is different form america and Barbados

[billys-pretty-babe]

dom billy cuddling sub anxious reader. fluff ending with smut to make reader feel better

if you don’t like this feel free to change it around. In the middle of the night reader starts crying feeling anxious, which wakes billy up. He snuggles up next to her all like ‘hey hey. whats wrong baby?’ Him just super protective, cuddling reader, wiping her tears away. Constantly touching her being all cuddly snuggle his head into her neck being all touchy like a teddy bear grinding his hard dick against her( trying to make her feel better cus THEYRE both horny animals)🥺❤️

Billy’s dominance is there even if he’s being soft. He is rational but his girlfriend is an anxious mess- constantly worried about everything, never feeling at peace and just depressed in general. Billy sighs and man handles reader ontop of his body so her back is against his chest. He gives advices becoming stern( because it’s the only way she can understand), and tells her that she needs to learn to become strong in life. Not be a weak mess, making up fake problems in her head, just comforting her but kinda like in a serious way because she needs to be told ‘harshly’ otherwise she doesn’t understand, all whilst touching her sensitive nipples hehe, making her squirm ‘b-billy no’ ‘shhh it’s okay I’ve got you. I’m always here for you’.

Subby reader whines and billy cooes her telling her everything will be okay. ‘Let me make you feel better’.And he rubs her puffy pussy, sleepily praising her for being such a good girl and they fall asleep cuddling❤️ THIS IS SUCH A MESS LMAO I CAN CHANGE IT IF U WANT BHEHEJD

i had to sit and think on this for a while to really think about how to go about this.

Good

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^^^^^

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics (very light because i've never written dom!billy before), smut implications, smut

Word count : 1,170

The room was filled with soft pants, the two of you trying to catch your breath as you looked up at the ceiling. Billy laid beside you on his stomach, his left hand reaching out and pulling you close, coddling you, making sure he didn't hurt you in the throes of passion.

Billy was always soft on you, he had a very hard exterior but when the two of you were alone, he was the biggest softie, his blue eyes always soft. He ran his hand over your hair, giving your temple a kiss as he spoke softly to you, rubbing your stomach with his hand, doing his best to lull you to sleep as you cuddled further into his body, seeking the warmth that you had felt for a near hour, your body craving his body against yours.

Your eyes snapped open; your heart was heavy as your mind ran a million miles an hour. Your boyfriend was sleeping, his loud snores filled the room. Tears fell, and you did nothing to stop them. Maybe you weren't good tonight. How did you have your hands positioned on him? How deep did you scratch? Did you draw blood on him?

The thoughts wouldn't stop and didn't stop until Billy's warm hand gently tightened on your hip as the bed shifted a little as he moved closer to you, resting his head beside yours on your pillow. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked, his voice gravelly from sleep. You shook your head, looking ahead at the sheer white curtains, looking at the moon and how it's light shone into the small bedroom.

His hand left your hip to wipe your tears, his thumb softly stroking your cheek as his index finger did all of the work. "Baby," he said again, "what's wrong? You have to tell me so I can make it better." His hips shifted behind you and your body reacted, your butt moving back to press directly against him, and he groaned into the pillow.

"Uh uh," he gently scolded, "tell me first and then, we'll go for a second round." You sighed, beginning to tell him your feelings, how you felt like you did the wrong things tonight. His hands moved down to your chest, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle you. "Look, listen to me, alright?" You nodded, still pushing your hips back, trying to get just a little friction to satiate that deep need for him.

"Your brain," he brought an index finger up and gently tapped your forehead, "makes up things to make you feel bad, alright? You did nothing wrong; you've never done anything wrong when we have sex. You start freaking out at the littlest things and baby, no one expects you to be perfect and make no mistakes. I'm the biggest fuck up in the world, but I don't dwell on my mistakes unless they have something to do with you. You're always so skittish anywhere we go, you don't talk to people, and you play the safest option so that no one looks at you. I love you, I genuinely do, but baby, you've got to learn how to get out there. I'm not going to be here to protect you forever."

You gulped; you knew he was right about everything. You hated speaking up for yourself, Billy always did that for you. You hated attention, except when it came from your boyfriend, you loved it then. "I'm sorry," you said softly. "What are you apologizing for," he asked, squeezing you a little tighter, releasing your body with one of his arms as his thumb traced around your breast, his lips now on your shoulder as he spoke, giving you brief tiny kisses when it was your turn to speak.

You shrugged, "I don't know." He laughed softly, kissing where your arm met your shoulder. "There's nothing to apologize for. Sometimes you just get worked up for nothing, just try and calm yourself down and think if it's worth it, alright?" You nodded. "I love you," he said, kissing the back of your neck, letting his lips linger. "I love you too." He smiled against your skin.

His left hand snaked down your stomach, caressing right below your belly button. "Is it okay if I go further?" You nodded and opened your legs just enough for his hand to find purchase between your thighs. You whimpered at his cold fingers made contact with your clit. He tsked softly in your ear, "So wet when you were crying." You laughed, a soft sniffled escaping as well. "You were grinding on me, couldn't help getting wet." He laughed, kissing the shell of your ear.

His finger rubbed circled on the top of your clit as you squirmed in his hold, and he tightened his hand on you a little. "Stop moving, tell me what you need." Your left leg wound up between his legs, spreading your legs just a little more. "Need your fingers." He laughed, "You have them." He knew exactly what you needed, but he wanted to hear it.

"Inside, need them inside." He nodded, "Good girl." One finger, then two fingers were inside you, immediately curling up, right against that sweet spot. A high-pitched moan escaped your mouth, back arching just a little, your cheat moving quickly. Billy knew what he was doing when it came to your body, he knew how to dram out orgasm after orgasm with the right spots and he knew exactly where they were located.

"Easy, just let it happen. I can feel you clenching around my fingers. I got you, let go for me." You whined, head falling back at his words. He was the king of dirty talk and talking you through an orgasm, which you were thankful for in moments like these, late night fingering sessions, late night hand jobs or blowjobs.

His right hand rubbed your stomach as your body succumbed to the pleasure as he continued talking you through your orgasm. You came down from your high and he kissed you. "Atta girl, good job." He eased his fingers out of you considering how sensitive you were, having received two orgasms from his earlier in the night, and a third just now.

"Thank you," you said as you caught your breath a little, getting your heart to slow down. He laughed, "For what?" You shrugged, "The talk, the orgasm, all of it." He laughed, kissing the back of your head once again, "You're welcome." He wiped his sticky fingers on the inside of your thigh and cuddled with you once more. "You don't want anything?" He shook his head, his eyes already fluttering shut. "Sleep is what I want, we'll fuck again before breakfast, if you're up to it."

You smiled, putting your hand over his, "Okay." He smiled, pulling the blanket a little higher over the two of you, his thumb rubbing your stomach, making you fall back asleep, your body awaiting the pleasure that it would receive at the crack of dawn.

[flowersandbigteeth]

Hello there, how is your day?? Can I ask for one fic for drider boyfriend series where he made reader wear his web silk (as a dress) which is very rare in his community as it shows that the person wearing it is their mate and so far the humans are only kept as pet by drider community......and reader is looking so sweet and cute wrapped up in the web silk that whole community is cooing and praising them for being a good human mate??? I found ur works yesterday and I'm obsessed.... really u are great!!! Thanx ❤

My day was good, thanks for asking! I had a cup of tea and my cat is sleeping on my lap. This is actually a long one because I like this idea a lot <3 Your drider boyfriend also gets a name in this one ^_^

Word count: 1.5K

W: sfw monster fluff

Fluff Masterpost

Tip Jar

“Oh no,” your drider grumbled as he cradled you on his chest. He’d made a little hammock for the two of you and you were curled up on him listening to his heartbeat while he knitted. You weren’t sure what he was referring to until you heard a scrabble that usually meant a drider was coming. 

“Vass!” a soft voice filled the darkness and another set of eyes, these glowing yellow hovered nearby. 

“Uh…hello Strix, what brings you here?” Vass asked, but he didn’t sound like he was really very interested. 

The other drider tossed a wad of silk at him and he had to grab you with two legs and pull you away to avoid getting hit with it. His knitting tumbled off of his lap and ended up tangled over some threads. He examined the fabric in his other arms, fingering the material. 

“You haven’t been practicing your weaving Strix,” he said, frowning, “this is very rough. Do you want me to help you fix it?” 

He shook out the fabric and it appeared to be some kind of garment made of white silk, but the neckline was all crooked and the stitching was visible in the uneven sleeves. The intruding drider looked horrified. 

“No!” he snapped, “it’s for the mating ceremony…f-for…for you!”

All of Vass’s eyes narrowed. 

“No means no Strix!” he growled, “I don’t care what my mother says, I’m not mating with you!” 

“B-but she said you just needed some time…and a romantic gesture…I don’t understand…she said…” his tone got harder, “I already worked this all out with her! She said you would learn to love me and you would return to the castle with me so we can rule!” 

Vass tossed the garment back at Strix. 

“I haven’t spoken to my mother in ten years,” he snapped back, “and I don’t appreciate having my life meddled with. I told my mother that when I left, and I’m telling you now. I don’t plan on mating a drider and becoming regent. I want a simple life here in the country. Nothing you or she says or brings me is going to change that! Tell her if she wants you to rule, she can adopt you! Now you need to go!” 

Strix looked like he was going to argue but Vass grabbed a knitting needle and brandished it, so the drider thought better of it and scuttled away. 

Your drider huffed, examining his ruined knitting and tossed whatever he had been working on to the side. It was tangled beyond salvation. 

“I’m sorry about that,” he said, brushing your cheek with his thumb, “I thought my mother had given up on controlling my life…but I guess not…”

You gave him a sympathetic nod. You would give him some words of encouragement, but he still kept you gagged except for when you were eating. A look of affection and then determination crossed his face as he traced your nose with the pad of his thumb. 

He patted your head and hung you back up on his web, out of the way, while he set himself to weaving something new with his silk. You could only watch his back muscles flex as he cut and sewed fabric. You fell asleep watching him work late into the early hours. 

–

You woke early the next day to the drider humming happily. He smiled at you with a knowing look while he fed you your breakfast and was practically skipping over the threads of his web while he cleaned your face and body. He spent especially long braiding the threads of your hair into an intricate style. Finally, with a big grin he tugged your clothes off of you like you were just a doll, pulling something soft and silky over your head. 

“Do you like it?” he asked, stepping back so you could inspect what he’d dressed you in. 

It was a lovely dress, the silk delicate but still crisp forming a bell shape around you. He’d somehow woven texture into it and a slightly raised pattern of vines and flowers covered you from your neck to your knees. He pushed your feet into some soft booties to match and spun you around in his arms. He seemed very pleased with his outfit and you couldn’t help but share in his joy. It was very pretty. You felt tiny and delicate next to his larger, more rugged form.

“We have some place special to go today,” he said, “you don’t have to wear a collar if you promise to hold my hand and be very good and quiet.” 

You nodded. It was very unlikely you were going to escape this city of driders who seemed to like to keep humans as pets. If you got away from Vass, someone else would take you as their own or you would be sent to a shelter. It was depressing, yes, but you’d had some time to digest the information and Vass kept you full and warm enough that it started to bother you less and less. His face, which had once frightened you, had gotten familiar, handsome even with his many soulful eyes, despite his large teeth. 

You’d promised to hold his hand, but Vass carried you in his arms to the large plaza where many other driders were gathering. Like you, many of them were dressed in beautiful robes. They weren’t all white, but it kind of made you proud that yours was. It stood out, not just because of the color but because Vass’s craftsmanship was far beyond any of the others. They seemed to all be organized in pairs, except the ones around the edges of the area who were fanning themselves and lounging in the shade. 

“Did you dress your pet up for the ceremony?” an older drider cooed at Vass, “They look so sweet, just like a mate!” 

Vass had a very smug look on his face. 

“I’m mating them,” he announced and your eyes got wide. 

The drider chuckled and waved her hand. 

“The youth today,” she laughed, “what will they think of next?” 

You got a few strange looks as Vass made his way through the crowd, but mostly driders stopped Vass to compliment your robe and try and pinch your cheeks. 

“I’m here to register my mate,” Vass said to the drider standing behind a large open ledger at the front of the court.

His eyes didn’t even look at you. 

“They have to be present to sign their name,” he said evenly. 

Vass pushed you forward. 

“They are right here,” he said, patting you on the head. 

The drider’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly but he shrugged and handed you a pen. 

“Sign here,” he said. 

You had to lean up on your tiptoes to scribble your name next to Vass’s. 

The drider took the pen back from you and smiled. 

“It is awfully cute when they pretend to be like us,” he admitted, “with their two little legs. How can they even walk?” 

He fished around in a basket and pulled out a ribbon, fastening it in your hair and then waved at another drider. 

“Arad come see this! This guy has his human dressed up as a mate, it’s so cute!” 

Vass lifted his nose, but let them lift your arms and spin you around to look at your outfit. 

“Dumpling is my mate!” he grumbled indignantly. 

The drider held up his hands apologetically. 

“Whatever makes you happy, friend,” the drider said, “I have to say this is my first mating ceremony with a human mate, but it's pretty precious. You’re going to start a trend.” 

He leaned down to your level and patted you on the head.

“Do you want to light the fire, little one?” he asked. 

His friend grabbed his shoulder. 

“Delphon, really? This is a religious ceremony,” he scoffed, but the drider waved him away. 

“Come on, it’s harmless and it’ll be cute! Look how pretty it is in its little dress and its even wearing the mating ribbon. Who’s gonna object?” 

That’s how you ended up shaking, standing in front of a hundred paired driders holding a candle after Delphon delivered the mating speech declaring you were linked to the drider until death. You had to stand on your tiptoes again to hold the flame up to the ceremonial pyre symbolizing the start of the futures of all of the mates gathered, including your own. 

A round of applause went up signaling that you’d completed the mission and you turned around to find Vass beaming at you. He swept you up in his arms and spun you around.

“That was perfect, dumpling!” he said, smooching you on the head.

You would have happily head home to go back to your warm snuggle, but the driders swarmed you. Everyone wanted pictures with the adorable human mate that lit the mating pyre. Finally, as the sun set, Vass carried you home fast asleep on his back, flipping through the pictures he took of the two of you on his phone with a smile on his face.

[just-dino-maggie]

could you do 24, 28, and 42 with trevor zegras and the reader is jack hughes twin or something? xoxo <3

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it! I did change it up a little bit but I still think it’s cute! I really hope you don’t mind!

Everyone is aged up one year to make this work lol

24. “I needed you.”

28. “I hate you.” “No you don’t.”

42. “I love you and it scares the hell out of me!”

Being the youngest Hughes is a wonderful challenge. I’m 19, a year younger then Luke but the same grade at U of M. I’m so insanely proud of my older brothers and their success but sometimes I feel like I’m a disappointment. They’re all in the NHL and I’m simply a college student. I’m just their little sister, nothing more.

I was 13 years old when I first realized I was in love with Trevor Zegras. He was 16 and barely noticed I existed. I’m Jacks little sister after all. He was sweet with me, always asking me how my day was and making sure the other boys never gave me a hard time. In my eyes he was the perfect guy.

After he was drafted I didn’t see him for a few years. He was off to college in Boston and Jack was in New Jersey. We just never crossed paths. I made sure we didn’t, he was dating and enjoying being a student athlete. If I saw him like that, with those girls, it would have hurt too bad.

From age 15-18 I never really saw him. Until last years summer when a freshly 18 years old Y/n decided that she got to go to the lake house. I was a mess, it was a tough year for me. I was being constantly overlooked by everyone in my life. I was Luke’s little sister, nothing more.

Worst of all, I could tell my best friend Sofia was starting to fall for Jack. She never said anything or did anything about it until I told her to. I want her to be happy but it felt like a stab in the heart.

I did the dumbest thing I think I’ve ever done. I kissed Trevor. I was so lonely and he had looked at me differently that summer. He looked at me like I was something more then I had been before. I thought he finally saw me. But instead he looked at me in my eyes after I kissed him and said “You’re Jack’s little sister, we can’t.” My heart shattered and it has been that way since.

Luke, Jack, and Sofia have insisted that I come to the lakehouse this year. Luke claims that I have to because he’s starting next season with New Jersey. Apparently he’ll miss me so much so I have to hang out with him this summer. Jack says that he really wants me there for Sofia, which I understand. Sofia is my best friend so of course she wants me to go.

I tried to say no. The embarrassment of last year still hung over me but they all had really great reasons. I’ve missed all of them so terribly. Also I can’t tell them the reason I don’t want to go. It would crush Jack and mortify me.

It’s only been a few days at the lake house and ignoring Trevor has been difficult. He tried to talk to me when we first got here but I brushed him off. I’ve been glued to Luke and Sofias side so I don’t have to talk to him.

This morning I wake up early. I immediately wrap my blanket around myself and run to the kitchen to get a drink. What’s better then hot chocolate and sunrises? Half way to the kitchen I run right into someone.

When I look up at the person steadying me, familiar blue eyes hold my gaze. “Will you excuse me?” I ask politely, trying to push past him.

He doesn’t let me go. “Last year you were all over me and now you can’t stand to be around me for more then 5 seconds. What’s that about?”

My face goes red. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t. We both know you don’t hate me.” He smirks for a second, clearly enjoying the fact that I can’t deny him. “What’s going on? Why won’t you talk to me? Is this about last year… I thought we could move past that.”

“I can’t,” I whisper. “I needed you.”

He looks even more confused. He moves his hands off of me to run them through his hair. “You needed me to kiss you?”

“No,” I shake my head. “No I needed you to see me. I needed you to look at me and like me for me; despite being Jacks sister. But you can’t do that. I can’t get close to you again. It hurts to much.”

He holds my face, “I do, I see you.”

“Not the way I want you to.” I finally push away from him. I only get a few steps away before I’m being spun around and pushed up against a cabinet. His lips are on mine. He’s kissing me so hard… he’s ravaging me.

He pulls away quicker then I had hoped. I wanted to be consumed by him for a little longer. To know for sure that the desire is there for both of us. Not just me.

“I see you. I love you and it scares the hell out of me!” I gasp at his words.

I kiss him softly on the lips, “Why does it scare you?”

“In my mind you were just Jack’s sweet little sister. Then I saw you last year and you were so different. I guess 2 plus years changes a person a lot. You were still so sweet but you were grown up. Smart, dedicated, beautiful. I’ve spent the past year obsessing over you. I want you so bad but it could ruin the relationship I have with your family. I don’t know if I could handle Jack hating me, but now I know that being apart from you might be even worse. I’m so scared to lose you guys.”

His voice cracks ever so slightly on that last sentence. I hate that he feels so helpless, like loving me could tear him appart. I’m not sure how to reassure him so I just say, “I love you too Trevor, everything is going to be okay.”

We go outside to watch the sunrise, cuddling together on the outdoor furniture. Everytime I feel unsure I look at Trevor and when his eyes meet mine I know that everything will turn out fine. Because I love him and he loves me and that’s all I really need.

[umeoniii]

JOB INTERVIEW??? NO COMEBACK!!! finish what you started hange😭😭 that was so good omg i loved it 💛💛

neet hange pt 2 _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

!: fem bodied reader, smut

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'U・x・U'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

neet hange didn’t want a job but had to get one so you wouldn’t think she was an embarrassment or failure. she walked to her interview to be a barista, she didn’t want to but she had no choice.

when she was at the interview she was practically on her knees begging for the job. she desperately needed it. it was gonna be hard working since she really haven’t had any social interactions since she got fired. only the mailman, her parents and you. she was so happy when the interviewer handed her the apron and visor.

on her way home she stopped by your apartment, knocking frantically. when you opened she looked at you with no emotion. “did you get it?” you asked her excitedly.

she pulled the apron out from behind her back smiling. she hugged you picking you up spinning you around. she was so happy that she was gettin better. when she put you down you grabbed her cheeks with both hands giving her a soft kiss on her lips. she could taste your cupcake flavored chapstick. she quite literally almost pissed herself.

you and hange technically were not together, she was more of a friend with benefits, sneaky link, whatever you wanted to call it, for whatever reason. she thought that if she got a job maybe you’d change the way you felt about her. you let go of her “im so proud of you!”

“c’mere, sit sit. im gonna bake you a cake real quick.” you grin at her.

she was happy about her job, just a little sad about you.

you two sat eating the cake talking about what she was gonna spend her money on and how she was gonna get her old job back. she left going back to her apartment taking a shower then lying down in her bed, no longer cluttered because you helped her clean her apartment.

as she layed down she thought about u, it was so hard for her to not have u constantly on her mind. she has just met you a few months earlier, but you were the light of her life. her fingers drifted down to her underwear, stuffing her hole with her fingers, slowly going in and out as she gasps your name quietly.

next morning she got up getting ready for work. on her way out she saw you outside of her apartment door with a bag. “it’s lunch” you said handing it to her. she smiled giving you a hug then taking the train to work.

she almost vomited after taking her first order it was lowkey a lot but she put a smile on and did what she had to do. when it was lunch she opened the bag and read a small not you left, “hange, have a great day at work and don’t worry about talking to people, just imagine they’re me or your parents! have a great day i love you, enjoy the sandwich and i have a surprise for you later!” she smiled taking a bite of the sandwich.

when her shift was over she took the train home and knocked on your door when she opened she saw you in a red dress, with your hair curled and put up. you pulled her to sit down at the table to have dinner with you. “how was your first day?” you asked digging in your food. she told you all about her day.

“that’s great han!” you smiled. she nodded with a soft smile. you had noticed something was up with her for at least a few weeks. you had decided to inquire about it. “what’s up? you’ve looked kinda sad for a while, has anything happened?” you asked her.

she just had to tell you, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “it’s just that, i don’t know y/n, would it be weird if i said that i didn’t wanna be whatever we are anymore? i mean i like you a lot, you’re one of the first people who treats me well. if i’m being honest i don’t wanna fuck you like once a week then go back to being just, i don’t know normal.” she exclaims stressfully.

you understood what she was saying completely. you were actually planning on taking her out and asking to make things official. “i understand hange, i was actually gonna ask if you wanted to be in a relationship. because you’re right the on and off thing is kinda weird.” hange’s demeanor completely changed as she nodded quickly agreeing with you. then getting up to hug you.

a few hours later, your other surprise after hange’s first day was literally eating her out.

this was actually like the first time you did anything to hange. all the times you had sex she was giving it to you. you enjoyed it though, licking at her clit, stuffing tongue into her practically virgin hole. “y/n , fuck.” she mewled teary eyed bucking her hips into your mouth. you grabbed her tits for leverage as she continued riding your face crying out your name. saliva and cum coating her puffy folds.

she wrapped her legs around your neck as you kissed her sweet pussy, gripping her thighs. “you taste so good.” you whine into her, spreading her lips. as you continue to lick at her she looked down at you, cupping your cheek with her hand. “fuck, this is the best i’ve ever felt in my entire existence.” she cried out her fingers entangled in your hair. she was sweating, beads of sweat ran down her forehead and legs. the only noises in the whole apartment were that of her moans and the smacking of you eating her cunt.

you pushed your fingers in her, thrusting slowly as she told you breathy, “i used to do this exact same thing while thinking about you.” she smirked looking down. you looked up still licking her clit. as you continued pleasing your lover, you noticed her moaning turn into small whines as she was getting closer to her orgasm.

“my ex never ever fucked me even close to the way you could hange, that’s why you deserve everything i can possibly offer.” you say getting back to lapping at her hardened bud. she whines louder before and came, cum slowly creeping out of her hole like molasses. you lick it up and get up to kiss her, holding her cheeks, sucking on her tongue as she holds you close grabbing your ass.

[alinefrank]

LA LUNA Y EL MAR. #1

Namor x MayaFem! Reader

hi!

I’m Aline and I’m very excited to be able to publish this at last.

I have to clarify a few things before you read:

I’m not Maya but I tried to be as respectful as possible by integrating different details of the culture.

I don’t speak Maya but I used a Spanish-Maya translator from the Mayan Intercultural University of Quintana Roo who helped me to be able to make the reader speak Maya, I apologize if there are any mistake.

Since English is not my first language, I use DeepL translator so that the text is in English, I apologize if there is any grammar mistake or if there are parts that are meaningless. Let me know if you see something.

DISCLAIMER: There is mention of nudity but NOT in a sexual aspect, the protagonist is Mayan by birth and speaks Mayan as well as English (although in the original version it is Spanish but it is translated, anyways), Namor is wanting to conquer a difficult woman, the name of the reader town is not mentioned because I didn’t think of anything. SOME TENSION BUT NOT AS MUCH

COMMENT, LIKE AND REBLOG IF YOU LIKE. LET ME READ YOUR OPINIONS.

PART 2 now available

From a very young age there was something different about me, my name was given to me in honour of the goddess who watched over my mother and me at the time of my birth, Ixchel, goddess of the moon, love, gestation, water, medicine and textile work, I received her blessing and protection from the moment I arrived in this world.

I was three months old when my life changed, my jets' meek', or my baptism as the colonisers called it, would take place, my grandmother would be my godmother and together with the person in charge of officiating the ceremony, my parents and the members of the community, we went to a remote place in the middle of the jungle.

When we arrived at the place to be baptised, there was a bonfire formed by three large stones in the centre, this was lit and the ceremony began, I was too small to remember what happened, my mother refused to tell me what happened and my father only scolded me every time I asked how I got my gifts, the only one who agreed to tell me what happened was my grandmother, after making me swear that I would never say anything to anyone.

She says that a few minutes after I started, my crying became present and the jungle was enveloped in total calm, the fire flared up and the clouds that covered the moon moved, allowing the moon to bathe me in its light. The wáay (wizard) of the community, looked at me in fear and then said

"U k'uchul k protectora" (Our protector has arrived).

"Ba'ax tu u refiere." (What does it refer to?) mum asked as she looked worriedly at the wáay.

"Le diosa ujo' ts'o'ok yéeyik a waal utia'al u vele tuméen le ma'alob to'on" (The goddess Moon has chosen your daughter to watch over the good of us).

The only noise was the wood burning, my grandmother assured me that even the animals had fallen silent.

"Ku nats'ikuba'ob oba' k'iino'oba' dark times and men across the sea will come" (Dark times are coming and men across the sea will come).

The whole community was surprised and many of them did not understand how a baby would protect them, they never dared to question what was said, my parents were the leaders and I was their heir.

But as time went on, I grew older and the arrival of these men drew nearer.

I was 5 years old when my brother, K'iino', who was named after the Sun who watched over his birth, arrived. We were opposites, but from the moment I saw him in my mother's arms, I knew I would give my life for him and the term protector took on a certain logic.

When I was 9 years old, to honour my birth, my father gave me two wristbands made of a strange metal that had been discovered in a remote part of the jungle, and from that moment on I wore them every day. Dad told me that there was nothing tougher than that strange mineral and that if I was in danger, they would be of great help to me.

Only a few months after that, they brought those men that the goddess Luna had warned us about. At first they explored the area around our community, but one night, while I was sleeping with my family, the piercing screams of the people around us alerted us, and when we came out of the house, everything was on fire.

Those men, speaking an unknown language, were beating and burning our houses, some were trying to take women away, they were struggling but those guys had strange weapons, so it was very easy for them to attack them.

I took my wristbands and together with the men of the community, I rushed to defend our home, mother and K'iino' fled together with grandmother, I remember their faces full of terror and tears running down their cheeks. They tried to stop me but it was my duty to look after the good of my people.

Some of them threw bullets at me that were no match for my wristbands, but not all my warriors were as lucky, we managed to wipe out all the invaders, but when we looked for dad, he was lying on the ground with a hole in the centre of his stomach, some coloniser had shot him.

The leader of my people had fallen at the hands of these men.

"A prometo wáaj ka kanáantik na' yéetel u k'iino', ma' ti' leti'ob yaan u mentik si'ipil Ma'atech mixba'al, teech ka juro. Je'el u páajtal a je'elel yuum, teech jump'éel guerrero" (I promise to protect and take care of mum and K'iino', they will never lack anything, I swear. You can rest, daddy, you are a warrior)

"Taas tsikbe'enil a kaajal yéetel a ba'atsil, táan in seguro u u a asab" (Bring honour to your people and your family, I am sure you will do your best).

My father smiled a little and sighed finally closing his eyes, I kissed his hand and stood next to him.

No one was going to attack my people, let alone hurt my family like that again.

I remember that we said goodbye to him in a Cenote, as our tradition marked it, I was the last one to leave the place, because being there, made me feel him close, the calm that the water gave me was something like no other, the crystalline water invited me to submerge myself in it.

When I was thinking of doing it, I heard screams in the distance, it was not my village because it was very far from the point, but as I could not leave without investigating, I went into the jungle, I knew it like the back of my hand, so it was not difficult to locate me, I was approaching the sea, the waves were breaking in the distance.

When I was close enough to see what was happening, I noticed how those conquerors were fleeing in terror, my eyes managed to visualise what they were escaping from, they were blue men carrying what looked like a corpse.

They were blue.

In the centre was a boy of my age, apparently, wearing green shorts and ostentatious jewellery, he had wings on his ankles and was walking guarded by those creatures.

I moved my position so that I could observe him better, keeping my distance, for they had begun to attack those usurpers, the house they had built to protect themselves was on fire and those creatures showed no mercy.

The boy turned in my direction and I am sure he caught sight of me, for he frowned in confusion that there was someone spying on them, but he did nothing to approach.

I ran away from the place and came to the community warning that we had to be ready in case of an attack, I never said from whom.

But that never happened.

[…]

Years passed and the community learned to handle the indestructible mineral.

We became invincible to those men and as time passed, we also became invisible, we became one with the jungle and no one from the outside bothered us.

I became the leader and protector of my whole community, I was a goddess to them, for they took me as the representative of the moon goddess on earth. So, I took on the role given to me without resistance.

Our territory was made up of almost 80% jungle, which I knew perfectly well, there was not a single tree, plant or animal that I did not know about, it was my home and I knew how to move around there, but the remaining 20% was a beautiful coast that gave way to the most beautiful sea, where the waves broke against the white sand and the smell of the salt water was refreshing.

My people hardly went there, after a few sightings of the blue beings, even my best warriors refused to go to this part of the territory at night, they said the sea was too scary.

And I would be lying if I didn't accept that on more than one occasion, my hair stood on end as I felt someone carefully following my movements.

I remember being 25 years old one night when I managed to sneak away from the council (made up of my mother, my brother who became a cunning warrior and some elders), I headed to the beach, there was a full moon in the sky and I needed to be in contact with the water to let go of all my worries.

I took off my white dress, and undid the braids in my hair, it fell down my back, black and unruly, my mother said it was the same shade as the night sky.

When the only thing I was wearing was the jewellery on my body, I walked to the shore and after feeling the water on my feet I began to walk into the sea, when I reached waist level, I submerged completely.

The moon gave me light, the reflection of the moon on the sea was the only thing that gave me vision and clarity, I allowed myself to dive a little deeper and explore the beauty of the ecosystem that surrounded me, the fish swam in harmony with me, but the water embraced me and I felt at home.

When I came up for air, I felt it, someone was watching me.

It wasn't an animal, but the look it gave me made me feel as if I was its prey.

I started to swim towards the shore, trying to identify where the penetrating gaze was coming from, it didn't seem to lose track of me for a second.

When I came out of the sea, I turned around to identify whatever was watching me, the wind pierced my bones and that's when I remembered my nakedness, as I put on my dress, I saw someone emerge from the depths.

It was a man, the darkness made it impossible for me to identify him, but when he rose, his shadow came between me and the moonlight.

He had wings around his ankles.

My mouth opened slightly in shock and I felt like I was 9 years old once again.

None of us said anything..

He didn’t try to get close and I didn’t try to have some kind of contact.

He just wanted him to know that he was there.

That he was watching me.

After a few seconds, we heard someone coming towards us, so the young man quickly sank into the sea.

A moment after that, my brother appeared, carrying a torch in his hand and with a frightened face worthy of a portrait.

"A wojel ba'ax ma' in p'u'ujul a taal le nu'ukulil u lu'umil, ba'ale' ma' a escabullas, u k'áate' u logras le ts'áaten jump'éel ma'alo'ob susto" (You know I don't mind you coming to this part of the territory, but don't sneak away, that the only thing you achieve is to give me a good scare).

I laughed and promised not to run away again.

He started walking towards the jungle, I stayed behind and admired the sea once again, there was so much to see.

[...]

The years passed and even though I looked young, my age was many centuries older than I appeared, my grandmother was gone, as was my mother, as was K'iino', all at different times but a long time ago.

At least throughout their lives I took care to keep the promise I made to dad, don't let anyone hurt them, but time is cruel and leaves no one behind, except me, it seems.

My people had dwindled but remained firm and stable, the people who were with me in the early years were long gone, and others came who also left, I remember the names of all of them and the work they did to help the community.

I was on the beach, looking at the horizon and listening to the sea when a young man who reminded me a lot of K'iino', approached me.

"Yaan ba'al in x-ko'olel. Ma' k ojel le Ba'ale' ma' ba'al túumben, ya'ab yaan k'iin" (There is something, my lady. We don't know what it is but it's not something new, it's been around for a long time).

I took my spear and asked him to lead me to where the thing they had found was. He nodded and started walking through the grass, I had walked this path a thousand times and never noticed anything out of the ordinary, but when we arrived there was something different for sure.

A large stone door was in front of us, I could have sworn there was a Cenote, but I had never seen this before, the stone was carved and it was even older than my birth.

I ordered everyone to return to the city, some of them refused to leave me alone, I told them that if I did not return when the sun was about to set, to come and find me at this point. I could not risk putting them at risk.

I walked inside the archway once everyone had left and when my eyes got used to the lack of light, I noticed that there was only calm, the water was calm, the only thing that disturbed it was the steps I took to be able to observe everything better.

There was nothing out of the ordinary on the surface, when I dived to see everything in a better way, at the bottom of the Cenote, there was a beautiful orange conch shell, I swam until I reached it and took it to be able to return to the jungle.

When on the shore, I brought this beautiful object to my mouth and blew on it with the intention of getting the water out of it, but it emitted an incredibly powerful sound that made my skin freeze.

I left the cave quickly and entered the jungle once more, but only a few minutes later the rustling of leaves behind me gave away the person who was following me.

I turned quickly, putting my spear to his neck.

When I saw who it was, my eyes widened in surprise.

"Ta t'aanaj wáaj" (Did you call me?) the man said to me, unfazed by having a pointed object in the centre of his throat.

His naked abdomen, now completely marked, was wet and some drops were sliding down it, his hair was damp and he wore ostentatious jewellery, made of jade and gold, he was still wearing those green trousers and the wings on his ankles confirmed to me who he was.

"Máakalmáak a k'aaba'." (What is your name?) I demanded to know as I exerted a little pressure.

"My people call me K'uk'ulkan, but my enemies call me Namor." He said in the language of the colonisers, which took me by surprise.

He took advantage of my distraction and pulled me closer to him, knocking my weapon out of the way.

"How do you know the language of the colonists?" I demanded to know.

"I have to know who I'm up against," he said bluntly.

"Táan a tu lu'umil ma' a tia'al" (You are in territory that is not yours) I let him know as I discreetly examined his face.

"Teech ta t'aanen" (You called me) he replied, as I did, analysing my face in detail.

"Tin wilech ka ka'ach juntúul x-yéetel le wíiniko'obo' ch'ooj" (I saw you when I was a little girl, with the blue people) I said immersed in his black eyes, changing the subject and ignoring that I played that melody.

He nodded as immersed as I was.

"Ka'ach tu paach tu paach le páak'alo'obo', kin k'a'ajsikech. Bey u jáal, ka'ach báabo'ob ken a suku'un Chíikpaj" (You were behind the plants, I remember you. Like on the beach, you were swimming when your brother appeared).

His words sent a shiver down my spine.

"Wáaj Buka'aj k'iin In Meent a wilmajij'." (How long have you seen me?) I asked him doubtfully.

He didn't answer me. He just kept quiet

"Ka'ach ti' jump'éel kúuchil kili'ich utia'al Talokan" (You were in a place sacred to Talokan) he said to me in a stern tone of voice.

"Ma' uts tin repeat in k'áat chi'oba'. Ba'ax ku beetik Buka'aj k wilik." (I don't like to repeat my questions. How long have you been seeing us?) I demanded that he answer me in a stern tone.

I turned away from him and we began to walk in circles, waiting for an attack from the other. For my part I was watching for his people to show up.

"Tak u yáax k'iin (From the first day).

My spear was in my hand again, and my hair was swaying in the wind as I waited for his explanation

"Ka tin wilaj ichil le xíu, Yanchaj ba'al ti' a wicho'ob in tu t'aanaj u yaalak'." (When I saw you in the undergrowth, there was something in your eyes that called to me).

He approached with cautious steps and my eyes followed his movements in detail. When his body was very close to mine, he lowered his gaze and said, almost whispering.

"Yaan ya'ab ku" (There was much courage).

I remained static in my place, the wind blew even stronger and the leaves began to whistle.

"The surface world is cruel and merciless, our peoples are in constant danger" he said very close to my ear, as he gently grabbed my shoulders.

I turned my head very discreetly so that he could fit his face between my neck, he understood my hidden intentions and moved closer to me.

"But your people have managed to remain stable and protected on this terrible planet. All thanks to you." he praised me. "I have done the same for my people and Talokan has kept himself hidden from all those who wish to harm him."

I did not understand the reason for his words.

"You are perceived as a goddess by your people, but you have no heirs and when you are gone, there will be no one to carry on the legacy”.

I averted my gaze in annoyance.

"We are not so different, you and I only seek the best for our people. If we were united there would be no threat."

I quickly understood his intentions and faced him.

"I have never wanted an heir, let alone to be in a marriage," I clarified.

Namor quickly hardened his gaze.

"If you wish to make an alliance between your people and mine, our marriage is not the way to do it," I turned away from him and my posture changed to a sterner one.

"Since I first saw you all those years ago, I knew I wanted to reign alongside Talokan.

"We were just children," I said firmly.

"But not anymore and as time passed, your beauty matured and you became the perfect queen to sit next to me on Talokan's throne."

The sun was beginning to set and I had to return to my village.

"Teech k'a'am yéetel ba'ate'elo'obo' tuméen a wíiniko'obo'" (You are strong and you fight for your people).

"Your proposal is based on a childish whim that I refuse to be a part of," I broke the tension that had built up and began to walk home.

"Jáan" (I will return)

"Le núukik le ka yaan ma', ku suut a wotoch ka náachkunta'al teech in yéetel in kaajal" (the answer is and will be no, go back home and away from me and my people )

Yes, there is a second part.

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[cfcalcaraz]

Hi there, could u maybe write about mason dating a celebrity that was his crush no one knows about the relationship just yet, mason feels as if she doesn't want to let the world know that they're dating because he really wants to let everyone knows she's his right now, so they have an argument about it she tells hims that he isn't a secret but she likes to keep her love life private, although he said he understands but she can't seem to shack off the idea of mason being a bit disappointed so she attends one of his games and let everyone know she posts "supporting my bf" something like that on her socials and mason is over the moon that now he can let everyone know what she is to him.

Sorry It's a bit long I didn't know how to summarize the idea.😬

mastermind - mm

summary: you and Mason had been secretly dating for nearly a year now and he starts getting a little bit impatient..

author: this request sparked many ideas, so lemme know if y’all want a part 2 to this!

warnings: angst fs

you woke up to the sound of Mason freaking out after he had realized he’d slept in. “baby, what’s wrong?”. you rolled over to face him as you could barely even open your eyes. “y/n! you’re late for the shoot!”. it took you a second to process what he had just said but as soon as you wrapped your head around it, you shot up from the bed and hurried over to the restroom.

you rushed to take a quick body shower, thanking yourself for the full body shower you’d had the night before. as you walked out of the shower, you looked at the time, 6:57 am; you weren’t too late, you thought. you could still make it to Vogue shoot before 8:00 pm you told yourself as you calmed down a bit.

after eating the granola bar Mason had brought over to you, you brushed your teeth and did some natural make up knowing you’d probably have to take it off when you got there anyways. “hey Mase, could you please start my car for me, baby?”. London was still quite chilly these days, you’d missed the States dearly on these kinds of days. Mason shouted back something you couldn’t really hear but you just assumed he’d said yes or something along the lines of that.

”y/n, your car isn’t starting for some reason”. fuck, could this day get any worse, you thought. you walked over to the garage to check up on what was going on; it seemed like the battery needed to be changed. fuck. you stood there thinking about what you could possibly do. “i think i’m gonna call an uber, Mase”. Mason turns to you with an odd-looking expression. “why on earth can’t i just drive you there?”. he seemed pretty upset, but you were simply not ready to announce your relationship to the world. “you know I can’t do that”, you replied, “the pops will be there, our names are gonna be all over the headlines”. you tried reassuring him that it was just because of that but he was not having it. “all because you don’t wanna be seen with me in public, you’re willing to be late to your shoot? that’s just pathetic, y/n”. he walked back inside the house, not wanting to carry on the conversation that had begun.

you and Mason had met through a mutual friend at a new year’s party a little bit over a year ago. or so you’d thought. little did you know, Mason had been head over heels for you since your modeling career debut. after seeing you at Paris fashion week one year, the first thing he did when he went home was look up your socials. although he never had the guts to shoot his shot, and he often saw you on drama sites being photographed with different men each week; he still paid attention to you from afar. and oh boy did the other Chelsea boys know about this little crush of his. so when they saw you at the party, they practically forced Mason to approach you. and little did Mason know, the y/n y/l/n was a little bit of a football fanatic herself.

ever since that day, you guys had just naturally clicked. you guys went on multiple dates and always had the best time together. you both met each of your families and closest friends, but there was still one thing that had always left your relationship in suspense. you weren’t ready to announce it to the world. and although Mason had pretended to not care, deep down it definitely got to him sometimes.

after the shoot, some of your close friends, Kendall and Gigi, had asked you if you wanted to go out for drinks with them. but you had to refuse, the fight from this morning still not allowing you to think properly.

as your uber dropped you off, you noticed Mason’s car in the driveway, verifying that he’d still been at home. you went inside the house and washed up before you went looking for Mason. after not much effort, you found him in his gaming room playing Fifa with his boys. you went inside the room and sat down on the couch nearby him. he looked over at you and you singled with your eyes for him to get off the call as you mouthed ‘we need to talk’. “alright guys, i’ve got to go.” he exited the game and took off his headset.

he turned his chair over to face you. “what’s the deal, y/n?”. you looked at him confused, “what?”. he chuckled back at you. “is this really what it’s gonna be like for us for the rest of time? you being approached by several men at bars, us not being able to go out publicly as a couple, and all my friends asking me if it’s even real between us?”. it was obvious that he wanted to change around this situation. “baby, you know it’s not like tha-“. he cut you off. “okay? then what is it like? cause before us, you were fine going out with all those guys, what’s different about me?”. at this moment, you felt awful for the way you were making him feel, but he had no right to use that against you. “Mason, are you calling me a fucking slut? Jesus”.

“you know exactly what i meant by that, y/n, stop playing dumb. i just wanna be with you and show you off everywhere i go. i wanna be able to take you out on real dates, have you cheering for me in the stands when i’m playing, and post silly pictures with you. i just don’t understand why everything has to be so private”. that was a lot to take in. although you know you love him, if you’re not able to give him what he deserves, you two should see other people. “Mason, i think we should break up”. “y/n.. what? that’s not what i meant at all”. you had to do it, it just isn’t working anymore. “no Mason, you’re right. you deserve so much better and i can’t give you that right now so we’re better off seeing other people”.

you couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, scared you’d start balling if you did. “no baby, you don’t mean that. y/n, i know you don’t want to do this..please”. you could no longer stand the sight of Mason begging you to stay with him, one look into his eyes and you knew you were about to break. “i’m sorry, Mase”. your voice cracked as tears began to flow down, but you’d walked away just quick enough for Mason to not notice. “y/n! wait!”. you refused to look back.

you grabbed your coat and walked out of the house, into your car. you drove off to who knows where. you could barely see anything through the tears flowing down your face. even though you’d been the one to leave him, a little bit of you hoped he had chased after you. 

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Make It Up To You

MAIN MASTERLIST / MARVEL MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,530ish

Request: post endgame Steve and his wife celebrating christmas withtheir kids. steve works as an art teacher at his kids school. reader's working with pepper at stark industries. steve's got his white picket fence life with reader and they have a lake house. steve's busy teaching schedule. reader and kids miss him, but during the holidays he's making up the lost time with reader and kids.

Notes: I changed some things around in the request. I hope that this is alright!

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

“Okay, clean up your materials and then you are good to go,” Steve told the students.

“Thanks, Mr. Rogers!”

“Have a good day, Mr. Rogers!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Captain!”

Steve shook his head with a chuckle. “I’ve told you before, Cylis, I’m no longer Captain America.”

“There can be more than one Captain America, Captain!” Cylis replied as he hurried out of the room.

Steve laughed at his student’s antics as he cleaned up the art supplies. He smiled to himself as he thought about how far he had come.

The final battle with Thanos ended in Wakanda when Thor successfully went for the head. It was relieving that the job was done and that they only lost Gamora in the process.  After the battle, Steve realized he was ready to pass along the shield and settle down. Luckily, it was easy to decide to settle down with you. 

Steve proposed at the party Tony threw for the heroes to celebrate their win. It wasn’t long after that Steve had officially passed the shield to Sam, the two of you got married, and then you were quickly pregnant. That was six years ago now. Your twins, Maggie and Jamie, were five and kindergarteners at the elementary school where Steve was an art teacher. 

You worked with Pepper and Natasha at Stark Industries, helping with the outreach programs. The job kept you busier than you would like, making you thankful for Steve’s job as he could take care of the twins when you couldn’t. Which, lately, was all too often.

Your little family lived in a lake house next to Tony and his family. Tony and Pepper’s daughter, Morgan, was the same age as your twins and went to school with them and played with them often. Your girls called Tony and Pepper, aunt and uncle, while Morgan did the same with Steve and yourself.

“Daddy!” Maggie and Jamie squealed as they rushed into Steve’s classroom.

“Hey, sweethearts!” He responded, crouching down with his arms wide open. The two girls collided into their father. “How was school today?”

“So good!” Jamie responded. 

“I’m so glad.” Steve pulled back and looked around. “Where’s Morgan?”

“Right here, Uncle Steve!” Morgan answered as she came strolling into the room. “Maggie and Jamie left me.”

“Only because you were taking too long!” Maggie argued.

“I needed to help Miss Wells with fixing her chair.”

Steve smirked, Morgan was too much like her father. “Well, girls, I think that we better head home.”

“Can we get ice cream on the way home?” Maggie wondered.

“As long as you don’t tell your mothers.”

“Yay!” The girls squealed.

~~~

“I needed that shipment there yesterday,” you said as you spoke into the phone and typed away at your computer. “I know you’re trying your best, but I’m telling you that we’re on the verge of life or death. That is a shipment of food and clean water.” You sighed as you listened to the person give more excuses. You leaned on your hand as you closed your eyes and rubbed your head. “I’m telling you, that shipment needs to be there by the end of the day, tomorrow. Understand?”

Steve wiped his hands with a kitchen rag as he walked up to your office. He was worried about how much you were taking on at work and the fact that work had been keeping you from regular family time. He leaned on the door frame before carefully knocking. You glanced up at him, shooting him a brief smile before focusing back on the phone call.

“Make it happen,” you told them. “I’ve got to go.” You hung up and turned your chair to face your husband. “Hey, honey.”

“Hey,” Steve pushed himself off of the door frame, walked over, and kissed you softly on the lips. “How was work?”

“Long,” you sighed, leaning back into your chair.

“Well, dinner’s ready and the girls are excited to see you. They missed you.” He leaned in and kissed you again. “Almost as much as I did.”

You let out a light giggle. “Yeah? And just how much did you miss me?”

Steve smirked as he took your hand and pulled you to stand up against him. “So,” he kissed your right cheek, “very,” he kissed your left cheek, “much.” 

He kissed you on your lips again, teasing you with his tongue. You wrapped your arms around him so that your hands were at the base of his neck, tugging at his hair.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Your girls called from the other room.

You both separated your lips and laughed, your head falling onto Steve’s shoulder. 

“We should go before they came after us,” he whispered. He moved to grab your hand and guide you out of your office.

~~~

The twins were excited to have you join them at dinner. It hurt you to realize that you hadn’t joined them in the evening as much as you used to. Your small family was laughing at something Maggie had said when your phone rang. Steve gave you a saddened look, that you missed, as you pulled your phone from your pocket. You sighed as you saw who it was.

“I’m sorry guys,” you said, “I really have to get this.”

You answered the phone, put it to your ear, and went back to your office. Steve looked at the now sad twins.

“It’s okay, girls,” Steve tried to comfort. “Your mom is just busy with work right now.”

“She’s always busy,” Jamie grumbled.

“Hey. Your mom works really hard for all of us.”

“Uncle Tony and Uncle Pepper work hard, but they still have time for family dinner,” Maggie muttered.

“Now, young lady, that’s no way to talk about your mom. Either of you.”

“Sorry,” the twins responded in unison.

“It’s a busy time for mom’s work right now. It will slow down soon and she’ll be back to spending more time with us. For now, though, you two are going to have to put up with me tucking you in.”

“Can you tell us another story about you and Uncle Bucky?” Jamie wondered.

“Of course. Maybe, if you eat all your veggies, I’ll even tell you two.”

“Yay!”

~~~

Sadly, the school year went on—rolling into the holidays— and you kept busy with work. You were spending more and more time at Stark Industries headquarters and less time at home. This was affecting Steve and your twins, though you really didn’t notice. Steve was struggling with how to go about talking with you about all this. Currently, it was Thanksgiving night. The girls were already tucked in bed and you were on your way home from spending the day at Stark Industries headquarters. 

Steve sat in the living room in wait, a single lamp on to light the room. He sighed, looking out the window as he heard your car pull up in the driveway. He was looking forward to this conversation, but he knew it had to happen.

You got out of your car, exhausted. It took all the effort you had to get yourself from the car to the front door. After a few tries, you finally placed the key in the lock and were able to open the door. Slowly, as to not wake anyone, you turned and shut the door.

“How was work?”

Steve’s voice made you jump. Your hand went over your rapidly beating heart as you turned to face your husband.

“Steve,” you smiled, softly, “you scared me.” He had his serious “Captain” face on, which meant business. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk.”

“Did something happen with the girls?” You quickly moved closer to him.

“Not exactly.” 

Steve motioned for you to sit next to him on the couch, and you quietly did so. You could tell that whatever he wanted to talk about, was weighing him down. You reached over and placed a hand on his knee, rubbing it with your thumb.

“Steve, you’re worrying me.”

“I’m sorry, I just… It’s…” He sighed. “Remember the night we got engaged?”

You smiled fondly at the memory. “Yes, I do. It’s one of my favorite memories.”

“Mine too,” he gave you a short smile. “Remember how—after we celebrated that night—you told me that you were concerned about me continuing on as Captain America?” You nodded, slightly confused by where he was going with this. “You were concerned that I would be too busy for family life, that I would never be around and that one day I might die and never return. Remember that?”

“Yes,” you nodded again, “I remember. But what does that have to do with right now?”

Steve sighed. “This isn’t easy for me… but it’s affecting the girls—“

“What’s affecting the girls?”

“You’ve been working a lot lately.”

“Yes, I realize that but SI needs me and we’re doing some great work that I’m just trying to get into place and—“

“Do you know what today even was?”

“What? I—I don’t—“

“It was Thanksgiving.”

“Shit. Steve, I’m so sorry.” You moved closer to him on the couch.

“It’s not me you need to apologize to. The girls are smart and they realize that you’re working too much. They were so sad that you didn’t show up. They even waited an hour before eating just in case you might show up.”

“Oh my gosh…”

“You’re hardly here anymore, honey. And even when you’re physically here, you aren’t actually with us. The girls are feeling the effects of it… I’m feeling the effects of it.”

You looked away from Steve, taking it all in. You thought back through the last few months. Realizing that Steve was right, you hung your head and began to cry. Steve wrapped his large arms around you, pulling you into his lap.

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” you cried. “I’m such a terrible mother and wife…”

“Sssshhh,” Steve tried to calm you. “No, you’re not.”

“But I am… I don’t know why you’ve even stayed when I’ve been treating you and the girls this way.”

“Honey,” one of his hands came up under your chin and guided your head up to look at him, “I love you. The girls love you. This is a simple mistake that can be fixed. Yes, it may take time with the girls, but I believe that you can do it. You’re the strongest woman I know.”

“Steve… I don’t deserve you.”

“I wake up every day feeling the same way. You are too good for me.” He leaned in and kissed you softly before resting his forehead against yours. “We’re going to figure this out, together.”

“Thank you… for your love and patience.”

“Of course.” He gave your another kiss. “Now, let’s get to bed. We’ll figure more out in the morning.”

~~~

You woke up before Steve and the girls to call Pepper. You explained to her the situation and she completely understood. She told you to take until after the new year off and then she’d help you hire some assistants to help you do the work. Once you were off the phone with Pepper, you got to work on trying to make it up to your family, starting with homemade breakfast. Steve found you in the kitchen working on breakfast when he woke. He came up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Morning,” you hummed as you continued working.

“Morning,” he responded, kissing your neck. “Have you been up long?”

“About an hour or so. I had to make some calls.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I explained the situation to Pepper, who was all too understanding.” You put what you were working on down and turned around in Steve’s arms to face him. “I’m not going back to work until after the new year and once I do, Pepper and I are hiring a few assistants to help me. I’m all yours and the girls’ for the next six weeks.”

Steve smiled, so happy to hear that you had quickly begun making changes. He leaned in and happily kissed you. You greedily accepted the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Steve’s hands moved down to the back of your thighs, helping to lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The two of you hadn’t had sex in far too long and it was clearly all that was on your minds.

“Ew!” Jamie groaned, coming to a stop in the kitchen’s entryway.

“Mom! Dad! This is the kitchen!” Maggie exclaimed.

The two of you broke apart, laughing. Steve helped you get back onto your feet before moving to help finish breakfast. You faced your girls, motioning them to come closer as you crouched down.

“How would you two feel about mommy being around more?” You asked them.

“But your work,” Jamie said, “it’s important.”

“Oh, honey,” you took one of Jamie’s hands and one of Maggie’s, “nothing is more important to mommy than the two of you and your father. I am so sorry that I forgot that for a minute. I am going to make it up to the two of you, I promise.”

~~~

It was so nice to spend time with your family. You spent the rest of Thanksgiving break hanging out around the house and began decorating for Christmas. Once Steve and the girls went back to school for the three weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks, you spent the hours alone planning more adventures. Some nights you had family dance parties or movie marathons, other nights were spent driving around looking at Christmas lights. One of the Saturdays, you even baked gingerbread and the four of you made a gingerbread Avengers compound—per the request of the twins.

You had sent Steve away on false errands while you packed the twins up and sent them off with their Uncle Tony for the weekend. You decorated your room with candles and rose petals to set the mood. You even placed a variety of lubes, condoms, and sex toys on the two beside tables just in case. Checking Steve’s location, you saw that he was almost home so you quickly changed into your red and white, Christmas-themed, lingerie.

“Honey?” Steve called once he entered the house and couldn’t hear you or the girls. “Mags? Jay?”

“I’m up here, sweetheart!” You called.

You heard his footsteps come up the stairs as you placed yourself on the edge of the bed.

“Are the girls up here too or—woah,” Steve stopped in the doorway, eyes frozen on you. “What—“

“The girls are with Tony and Pepper for the weekend,” you said as you seductively pushed yourself up to stand and walk over to him. “That means we get to do some things we haven’t been able to do in a while.”

“Mmhmm,” Steve nodded, trying to bite down a moan as his eyes racked over your body.

Your hands slipped under his shirt, teasing him with light playful scratches. “So, Captain Rogers, do you want to open your present early?”

[uppoompat]

in defense of pat

(a completely unnecessary blurb that i just need to type out to help organize my feelings)

i feel like i’ve seen a lot of talk between ep 8 and ep 9 about pat’s actions and how they don’t make sense and how could he be blind to jeng’s feelings etc etc but genuinely i think every decision pat has made recently is so indicative of his character and how he operates

there’s been enough posts explaining the how pat being gobsmacked to learn that jeng is gay and how it changed his whole perspective on their interactions thus far and allows the attraction to jeng that pat had in ep 1 to bubble to the surface again but i think this also informs a lot of pat’s actions in ep

he’s confused now. he’s re-evaluating all the things jeng has done for him and the interactions they had in the light of knowing jeng is queer and what jeng’s treatmemt of him could mean beyond a work lens and i think this flows into the main factor behinds pat’s actions... his insecurities

pat is painfully insecure in both his professional and personal life. in work, we know this stems from him being a fresh graduate who is not confident in his capabilities yet and doesn’t see his own potential. in personal life, we know this probably stems from the way his relationship with put ended... put just up and leaving him w/ no explanation... i can only imagine how much pat agonized over what he did to deserve that (he didn’t and fuck u put!!!!). we see this manifest in the way pat preens over compliments... being told he’s done well or when jeng compliments his ramen. in the same vein, he absolutely deflates when he feelings his not up to standard... like the way he shut down when put dismissed him ramen.

and so now factor jeng liking pat in. jeng who everyone calls perfect both in work and in personal life... the opposite of how pat views himself. jeng is 10 years his senior and is set to inherit a company and could presumably have anyone else in the world... of course pat can’t understand why that someone would be him. his insecurities make it impossible for him to see all the light jeng sees in him. and that’s why he says it makes no sense

his only way to rationalize it is to say that jeng is toying with his feelings as expressed in his talk with jane. but deep down, i think pat KNOWS that jeng is sincere and that’s what makes him even more confused... because he can’t under WHY jeng is so sincere about his feelings towards them. add that in with pat also recognizing his own feelings for jeng and letting them bubble up again and...

you’ve got a explanation for pat’s actions in this episode.

it was hurtful yes and my heart broke for jeng bc we know his perspective and know how much he loves for pat and would do anything to make sure pat is never hurting. but my heart also breaks for pat who is just as confused and broken trying to navigate his feelings and jeng’s feelings for him.

but these steps they’ve been taking to understand each other and their own feelings is going to make it all the more gratifying when they finally both see their feelings truthfully (ep 10 let’s gooo)

RANT OVER

[ankmankpank]

Maybe it’s one of my issues and I’m not being real at all, but like, I can imagine all the 4*town members with a little sister. Explanations under the cut💋

Like, Robaire with a lil sis who’s around 15(in these scenarios I always make Tae 17 so they can have huge crushes on each other🤞) and she’s like completely ruined and broken☹️aaand a huge rebel. Like my girl tried to cut herself up n has piercings and when Robaire finds out bout this(he wasn’t home most of the time bc of the band) he goes home/girlie moves to him(or the boys if u imagine them living together) and he tries to fix her up. Slowly they rebuild their relationship and girlie cries a lot to him, Rob finds out about all her scars and stories. She actually gets along with T., Jesse aaaand Tae(they kissed when she did his makeup once and since that they’ve been GOING AT IT, LIKE TAE’S SUCH A FOOL 4 HER BUT THEY’RE SCARED TO MAKE IT OFFICIAL TOWARDS THE OTHERS?!). And Z. ofc, but they’re not much, get along but don’t talk much. Robaire succeeded, she got fixed up!

Jesse w a lil sis around 16, and she completely doesn’t pay attention to herself. Like, almost dies twice a day and almost got arrested multiple times. He can’t be with her much bc band plus his kids, but she’s not sad about it at all, she gets it. Then, on one Christmas family dinner(if u go w him being an orphan, which I do too, you can imagine girlie living w his big sis(im sure they have one) and that’s mostly the dinner, maybe his kids too but depends) she tells Jesse that let’s go outside. They go, and he actually has the night of his life. He didn’t understand at first why is his lil sis so reckless, but he gets it now. She feels free, and he did too. He’s still worried bout her tho, so he scolds her every time he hears about shit she did, but he talks with her a lot more now🫶

Aaron T. w a lil sis around 13-14, who has two boy besties and they’re living THE life. She has a good style, good friends, skilled in everything, a natural leader, everything she could need. Except a normal story. My girlie is fun to be around, but she has seen shit. Seen it all, and the reason she doesn’t like to be alone or in silence is because she thinks those times. So, she lives off on adrenaline and actually starts getting herself into trouble. As this era of her begins, she slowly starts talking less with T. too, who comes home once because they had a concert nearby to their home and when he’s dining with the parents, girlie comes home.. all bruised and bloody? That’s when he completely freaks out and wants to help, even after she shrugged him off. Slowly but surely though, she gets to open up and they build it all up.

Or with a lil sis around 2, being the most adorable fucking thing on earth and the absolute fan favorite! Jesse even claimed that he loves her more than he loves T., once.(which was obviously not true:3) She’s like the happiest, bubbliest little girl who only feels actually alive when T. holds her. T.’s soft to begin with, but his little sis is an absolute melt, he’d do anything for the kid.

Aaron Z. with the most loveable 4 year old little sis who I have already written about. But if not 4 year old, let’s make it 14. She’s.. something. He avoids their home because of his parents, and completely blames himself for not going back to be there for her, but he just simply can’t. So when their parents called him again and he finally picks up, they told him about the sudden piercing she did and how disappointed they are in her. It all clicked for him, she couldn’t keep it up as much as he did. Their parents never changed, and Z. knows they won’t, so that was his sign to take her for the summer. She didn’t care, she doesn’t care about anything at all. It started off bumpy and she gets along better with the other members than she does with him, but it all eventually leads to a deep conversation what ended in both of them breaking down n getting vulnerable for each other. That kind of cleared it up, and they’re developing.

Tae with a 13-14-15 year old sister, who never stopped talking to him. She didn’t want to stop, he didn’t want to stop, so they never stopped. They talk at least five times a week and text daily, talking pure shit. She has problems in life and as much as he can, Tae helps her with it, even though when it’s thru a phone. He taught her how to do her eyeliner, paint nails on the first try, bake muffins, he’s truly amazing. He was there when she cried about a guy, and he was there when she has a new crush on every second day, which she does. Tae only rolls eyes at this, but he’s actually really excited to get to know more about the new crushes. He’s excited to talk to her, and really happy that he has a sister.

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I’m not exactly sure where to go for requests so I’m gonna assume this is okay (I’m new to making requests 😭😭😭) but we all know that Miles grew up in New York and loves the culture there and I just think it would be really funny if he had a girlfriend who was from a very rural southern area and she isn’t used to city life at all. Idk just a silly little thing that popped into my head that I think was cute

ur in the right place don’t worry!! also ur right this is such a funny idea i love it, thank u for requesting! 💜

“sorry, i’m not a city gal”

pairings: 1610!miles morales x fem!reader

warnings: sfw, reader and miles are kinda in a long distance relationship

you loved miles, you really did. you loved everything about him.

his adorable cheeky smile when he was genuinely happy, the way he awkwardly held your hand when he was feeling clingy. there was just one thing you didn’t understand:

how did he live in such a large and loud place?

you had grown up in a country area where everyone was spread out and cars were consistently used to go basically.. everywhere. so it was definitely a change when you first arrived in brooklyn with no idea where you were going. you were fresh out the train, dusting yourself off and adjusting your headphones.

you already didn’t like this place. did people seriously just be this disrespectful and live with it? chewed gum and stickers blanketed the walls and ground, and you swore you heard the sound of tiny feet scurrying. rats? blegh, you didn’t even want to think about it.

ok.. you thought, just find his apartment, and walk up to his floor. that’s it. you reassured yourself, looking at your cell to remind yourself of the directions.

it took lots of turns, retracing your steps, and asking strangers who had no interest in you, but you made it. you looked up at the tall building blanketed in graffiti.

what if they talk in city slang and i don’t understand? you panicked, biting your freshly-manicured nails. or what if miles decides he wants to break up?! you got yourself even more riled up with your horrible scenarios, fidgeting with your phone.

your panicking was interrupted by your phone’s familiar ringtone, vibrating in your palm. you picked up, still nervous. you perked up as you heard the voice you loved so much: the voice of your boyfriend, miles.

“mi amor, you okay?” he spoke into the phone, obviously anxious to talk to you.

you smiled at his usual awkward reaction. “yeah miles, i’m fine. what’s up?” your visit had been planned for days, carefully organized so that it would fit both of your schedules.

he sighed. “my parents, they won’t let us go out until they talk to you…” he trailed off apologetically, knowing talking to rio and jeff could be a challenge.

you gasped sharply. again?! what do they want this time? you thought to yourself, ridden with fear.

“hey, i can feel you being nervous from all the way over here!” he laughed into the speaker, it was almost like you could hear his stupid grin. “it’s fine. they just want to make sure you’re ‘respectful’ or whatever.” he reassured you.

you felt a smile tugging at your lips, your boyfriend was too adorable for his own good. you sighed in a mockingly dramatic way. “fine, if you insist.” you heard him mutter ‘yes!’ in victory, making you giggle.

“see you soon?” he asked rhetorically.

“soon.” you repeated excitedly, before rushing up the stairs of the apartment.

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the last hour had been a blur of sweating nervously, having laughing attacks, and sneaking tight squeezes of the hands when mrs. morales & captain morales weren’t looking. you couldn’t even count the amount of times mrs. morales had corrected you on her and her husbands names.

you now sat at the top of the apartment. it was dark, but the lights of the city illuminated the sky beautifully. miles had shared this was one of his favorite places to think, his favorite place, however, was where his late uncle told him how to spray paint.

“it can’t be that bad!” miles laughed, playfully shoving your shoulder.

you sucked your teeth. “i’m afraid it is that bad.” you placed the piece of scrap paper even closer to your chest, making sure it was completely hidden.

“if you show me, i swear i’ll show you my sketches!” he promised, waving around his chunky sketchbook in his hand.

you debated whether not to give in, all the outcomes running through your head. but, the lingering curiosity got to you, you knew you had no choice.

“if you laugh, all those precious figures of yours are going straight out of the packaging.” you warned him with gritted teeth. the anger you showed was hiding your plain anxiousness. miles absolutely adored art, you knew that. but what if yours wasn’t good enough?

he shrugged, confident that he wouldn’t let out a single chuckle. you slowly turned around the white paper to reveal a sketch of miles. in the picture, a slight smile was tugging at his lips, and his eyes seemed to shine through the paper somehow.

he almost immediately tugged the portait into his hands, observing it silently. “wow..” was all he could say.

you squirmed slightly. all his face showed was that he was definitely focused, but did he like it?

“mami, this is amazing.” he turned his head to look at you in awe, but his expression showed he was getting a burst of energy. “how did you hide this from me? you always insist you never want to draw, but there’s no way you’re bad at this!” he laughed, grabbing one of your hands with his free one.

you tried to decipher whether he was just trying to be nice or if he was being honest.

“so let’s see that sketchbook.” you smirked. his face scrunched up in anger.

“i hate you..” he muttered under his breath as he flipped through his book.

“and i love you.” you cupped his face and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

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AHHHH I LOVE MILES ☹️☹️

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