#but shes just unruly and im so done

[beansnpeets]

Sprocket really is a horrible teenager right now and I absolutely cannot deal with it

#barkin up some trees #tried to practice stacking outside and she kept leaning forward as hard as she fucking could #wouldnt keep her back paws on the board at all #just gave me zero engagement #i had kibble so not something too high value but not nothing #just doesnt give a fuck #and ive been wanting to work on her body awareness more again #because she just throws her weight around inside our tiny house all the time #i cant even count how many times shes spilled something that was on the coffee table #slams her body into the appliances and furniture #steps on the cats #and i taught her that her ass exists #she KNOWS she has back feet and a butt #but shes just unruly and im so done

[watchmegetobsessed]

MISTAKEN HATRED

A/N: okay im veeery nervous about this one bc its the longest story i've written in probably months and it took me sooo long to finish it so im just praying its not utter shit 🙃 anywaysss, happy holidays guys! it's not overly festive, but it has some vibes so im labeling it as my xmas fic haha feedback is always appreciated! 🎄

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SUMMARY: Things don't go as smooth as you planned with your bakery's opening, but you're doing your best to overcome the struggles. However there is one person who is hating on your business as if it was his job: Harry Styles. You just wish you knew what you did to earn his hatred...

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This is not how you imagined the last weeks before your official opening. 

You imagined the interrior to be fully done by now so you can focus on the last touches, ordering the right ingredients and promoting the opening.

Instead, you’re staring at what’s supposed to be your eight tables, intact and put together but it’s all in pieces. You specifically remember the website said they would deliver them done and you wouldn’t have to play puzzles. But they arrived six days late and very much not the way they promised. 

Taking a deep breath you stare up at the ceiling and decide to take the trash out before turning your bakery into Ikea.

“It’s alright. I can do this. I can do anything,” you keep telling yourself as you drag out the trash bags that are almost the size of you. 

You knew opening your own business would be tough. Especially in Eroda, the little town you have some of your earliest memories from, where your grandma used to live, the place that was closest to her heart and it breaks yours to know she couldn’t spend her last years here because she was too sick to live on her own. 

She never asked you to come back here, but the moment you found her recipe books the summer after she passed, you just knew what you had to do. Now it’s been three years and you’re finally opening Nana’s that will bring her warmth and love back to Eroda, or you hope so. 

Pushing the door open with your shoulder, you keep dragging the bags to the containers behind the small shop and you’re so deep in your thoughts you don’t even notice the two people just a couple of feet away.

“Hi, Love!”

You recognize Anne’s sweet, chirpy voice and a smile spreads across your face even before you look up, but the moment you see the person standing next to her, all joy just drains from your body. 

Harry Styles is standing as grouchy and arrogant as always next to his mother, hands hidden in the pockets of his fleece jacket, his unruly curls are tucked underneath his beanie and any normal woman would be into the man, but you. Not after he very clearly let you know you don’t belong here and you should take your business back to the city where you came from. 

You expected some resistance, not much has changed in town in the past decades and you had a feeling some might want to keep it that way, but you guessed older people would riot against your bakery, not a thirty years old grown man. 

“Hi Anne,” you smile back and mustering up all your strength you throw one of the bags into the bin, but you overestimated your muscle work, because it only falls to the edge and almost topples right out. Luckily, you grab it just in time and push it in.

“Oh, dear, those bags are bigger than you! Harry, help her!” 

“No, it’s alri–” 

Before you get to protest, Harry strides over to you and grabs the remaining two bags as if they weighed nothing and throws them into the bin without breaking a sweat. 

Of course he is fit, the man probably runs up the hill carrying twice his weight every morning, because that’s how you can imagine him working out. 

Though you shouldn’t be imagining anything about him.

“Thanks,” you purse your lips and square your shoulders as you face the two of them.

“How is everything coming together?”

Anne has been so enthusiastic about your bakery, she comes around probably every other day, checks in on your progress and always offers her help. 

“Um, it is… okay, I guess,” you let out a tired chuckle. Glancing over at Harry you see him looking to the side, as if he wasn’t even listening, but something is telling you he is very much focused on the conversation.

Yeah, that’s right, I’m still here! Not even your arrogance can chase me away!

Anne cranes her neck, peeking into the shop and she spots the pile in the middle.

“Oh, are you planning to put those together by yourself? Harry, why don’t you help her?”

The moment she suggests, you both protest.

“No, there’s no need.”

“Mum, I don’t really have the time,” he says at the same time, but it doesn’t seem to go through. Anne’s phone starts ringing and she excuses herself, leaving the two of you there. 

Great, this is all you were missing today, an awkward, forced situation with the man who wants to see you gone. Perfect.

“Should’ve ordered them done, don’t you think?” he speaks up, nodding towards the shop.

At first, you just blink at him, then close your eyes and when you open them, you have the fakest smile on your twitching face.

“What a wonderful idea! I totally did not think of that!”

“Then send them back and ask them to bring what you ordered.” He rolls his eyes and it’s irking you so much. You definitely don’t need his stupid advices, not when you’re terribly behind your schedule.

“They arrived almost a week later than they should have, if I send them back there’s now ay they will send me the new ones in time for the opening.”

Harry stands there, staring at the pile of furniture pieces inside and for a moment you think he might actually offer his help, which you’re not sure you’d have accepted, but it remains a mystery, because that’s not what he says when he speaks up.

“I’m busy for real. Mum likes to offer my help around without asking me.”

It takes you a couple of moments to figure out what you feel about what he just said. And when you finally do, you see red.

“As I said, I don’t need help. I did everything by myself and I will get this done as well. I don’t need your unwanted, half-assed effort to pretend like you’re helping me.”

You come off rougher than you probably should have, but he’s been bugging you ever since you moved to Eroda. The man knows nothing about you or your business, yet every time he comes near your shop he acts like it physically pains him to even look at it. He’d be the last person you’d ask for help, he doesn’t have to act like he has so much to do and doesn’t have the time to help when he doesn’t actually want to help. 

Harry stares at you with such intensity you almost break and stutter a sorry out, but that’s when Anne returns.

“Ah, we have to run. But I will come by tomorrow, Darling. And Harry can hel–”

“No need for help,” you smile at her as gratefully as you can force yourself to be in this moment. 

“Alright, then see you later,” she waves and you nod at her before your eyes meet Harry’s one last time before they walk away and you return to your shop. 

It takes you six hours to assemble the tables later that day, but you do it.

With no help. 

Moving to Eroda, it hasn’t been your only goal to have your business become part of the town but you also knew you’d have to become one of the locals as well. Only a handful of people know who your grandmother was and you don’t plan to reveal it until the opening. You want them to taste all the baked goods and think of her first and then put the picture together. But this means you’re a total newbie for most people around. Last time you spent more than just a day here was when you were sixteen and you’ve changed a lot since then, so it’s natural people don’t recognize you. 

Anne has been your biggest help in breaking the ice and involving you in as many things as possible so you get to meet the people of Eroda. The weeks leading up to Christmas are usually filled with all kinds of winter activities locals enjoy wholeheartedly. Concert by the town hall, decorating the trees at the main square, collecting donations and cooking for those in need for example. You’ve been to all of these and very much enjoyed being part of the community. This weekend however, you can’t say you’re looking forward to the new festive activity.

Ice-skating on the frozen lake.

It sounds nice and fun, but you’ve ice-skated only once in your life and ended up breaking your wrist. Not your favorite childhood memory for sure and you don’t exactly want to relive it as an adult. 

You arrive with the intention of just sipping some hot tea and watch everyone else skate around until your fingers are falling off and you can go back to the shop to finish putting up the tinker lights at the back. 

Anne however had different ideas about today. Because as soon as you arrive at the lake, she is waving at you, holding up a pair of skates and you know they are not hers, because she’s already wearing those. 

“Kick those boots off, Love, I brought you my old skates! Come join us!” She smiles brightly at you from next to the pier where people get on and off the ice. 

“Oh, no, I don’t skate, Anne, but thank you!”

“Don’t be silly, even Bernie is on the ice!” She nods towards the old man who must be at least eighty, sliding on the ice as if he did this all his life. He might have, you have no idea.

“It’s really not for me, I–”

“Just try it! Come on!” 

She drops the skates by your feet and then slides away, leaving you no chance to protest.

Staring down at the skates, you can feel your stomach churning, but as you look up you see that literally everyone is on the ice, you’d look weird standing on the pier on your own. 

“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath as you give in and sitting down you start peeling your boots off your feet. 

“You’ll break your ankle if you leave it that loose.”

You know the voice and it just adds to your stress even more. You see his black skates in front of you as you’re trying to lace your own up.

“Hi Harry, so good to see you again,” you hiss through your teeth. 

“Tighten it or you’ll fall.”

“I’ll fall either way,” you mumble as you go back and pull the laces tighter. When you’re done you straighten up, but remain sitting on the end of the pier, anxiously string down at your feet. Harry doesn’t speak, but you know he is still there, probably watching you, trying to figure out what’s wrong with you, why you’re not just standing up and going at it like everyone else. 

Your hands are holding onto the wood underneath you for dear life as you picture yourself finally moving, but you never get to actually acting. 

“Do you need help standing up?” Harry speaks up at last and his voice is different this time. It’s not as arrogant, maybe even concerned. Do you look that awful right now?

“N-No.” Your voice cracks and you hate that it’s him who sees you like this. 

“Doesn’t seem like–”

“Would you stop being an asshole for a moment?” you snap at him and finally look up, eyes meeting his examining gaze. You have no idea what he sees in yours, but a few seconds later he breaks eye-contact, looks around as if he is hesitating before he sits beside you at last.

“You don’t have to skate if you don’t want to.”

“Tell that to your mother,” you mumble under your breath and it makes him laugh.

The sound of it is actually nice, surprising, but nice to hear something other than insults coming from his mouth.

“She can be a bit too much, but she’s just too enthusiastic.” You sit in silence for a bit before Harry turns to you. “You really don’t have to skate.”

“I want to take part, I just… I broke my wrist on the ice once when I was a kid and I haven’t tried skating since then.”

You didn’t plan on telling him much, but you felt like you had to explain why you’re being so dramatic. Part of you is expecting him to make fun of you for being scared of skating because of something that happened ages ago, but the arrogant comments never come.

Instead he stands up and when you look up at him he is holding a hand out to you.

“I’ll help you. You won’t fall.”

Any other day you’d think he is plotting against you, that he would get you to trust him and the trip you the first chance he got, but not this time. He looks and sounds genuine and as you take his hand, you put way too much trust into them than you would have ever allowed yourself to. 

You hold onto him with both hands and he keeps you steady as you finally attempt to push yourself up from the edge of the pier. Your knees wobble the moment your weight is on the blades and you instantly feel yourself losing balance, but Harry’s hands wrap around your arms and keep you from falling.

“It’s okay. Relax a bit, you’ll find your balance.” He encourages you and it’s almost strange to hear him so supportive of anything you’re doing, but not breaking your neck keeps you too busy to care about his random act of kindness. 

“Try to move forward.”

“I can’t,” you protest without even trying.

“You can, just relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax, it’s not gonna help me relax!”

“Y/N, you’re gonna have a panic attack if you don’t relax,” he warns you and you realize how fast you’re breathing and all your blood is being pumped into your head. 

“I-I can’t, I can’t do this, I–”

“Y/N, look at me!” His hands snap to your shoulders and you grab onto his biceps as you look him in the eyes while your chest is still heaving. “I’ve got you, okay? You’re not going to fall. I’m holding you, I promise.”

Focusing on his words you finally forget about your fears and instead, you’re now trying to figure out where this version of Harry came from and why he hid from you all along. 

You’re not one to trust people that easily, but just from this one promise he made, you let go of all your doubts and hesitation. 

“Okay,” you breathe out. Harry nods and his hands slowly slide lower until they rest on your waist. 

“You knew how to skate, right? Before you broke your wrist.” You nod. “Alright, then it will all come back quickly.”

There’s a tiny smile hiding in the corners of his lips and your heart pitter-patters in your chest, but not because of the skating this time. His hands on you are not helping either, because for some reason, you feel heat radiating through the millions of layers you’re wearing where his hands are touching you. 

What is happening?

“Okay, I’ll hold your hand and you just focus on moving forward, yeah?”

You nod and panic rises in your gut for a moment when his hands leave your shoulders, but then they instantly take your hands and you feel safe again. 

Slowly you start moving, inching forward, your hands gripping Harry’s so tight, you’re afraid you might hurt him, but you’d never let go of him, not when you’re getting farther away from the pier. 

“That’s it, you are doing great,” he encourages. “Try to move a bit less rigidly.”

“Easy to say that,” you breathe out shakily. 

It takes time to loosen up even the tiniest bit and not grip Harry’s hand as if you wanted to crush his bones. But as you slowly move around the ice, led by him, you finally get more and more familiar with the feeling of sliding on the ice. 

“See? It’s not that bad,” he smiles when you stop for a short break after circling back to the pier. 

“I still fear for my life, but it’s bearable now,” you nod and he just chuckles.

It looks good on him. His smile is warm and welcoming, it’s a shame it took you so long to see it. You definitely prefer this version of him. 

“Honey, it’s so lovely to see you on the ice!” Anne slides over to you with ease, holding a cup of something warm, probably hot chocolate. 

“Well, it’s not quite my element,” you let out an awkward chuckle.

“You’re doing just fine. Besides, you just snatched up the best skater in town.” Winking, she bumps her hip against Harry’s. Your puzzled look urges her to elaborate. “Harry took over coaching the boys’ hockey team last year, the kids adore him!”

Instantly, you imagine Harry dealing with a bunch of cute kids, cheering on them, teaching them, making them laugh… The image is actually moving something inside you that’s been buried somewhere deep for a while now.

“Y/N, how are things coming together? Everyone is buzzing for the big opening!” Anne does a little dance that makes you laugh, but at the same time, something changes in Harry. 

“Um, it’s going okay. Not how I planned, but I’ll manage.”

“I’m sure everything will fall into place perfectly. And if you need any help just let us know!” She turns to Harry, looking for validation that he is open to lending you a helping hand as well, but his reaction is not quite what she was expecting, probably. 

“Sorry, I gotta go now,” Harry mumbles quickly, his gaze obviously avoiding you or his mother and he skates away so fast you just blink after him. 

“What’s gotten into this boy?” Anne huffs, but she lets go of it fast, starts chatting about something you don’t quite catch, because you just stare after Harry, watching him slalom between the skaters so fast it’s almost aggressive. 

And once again, you feel like you’re back where you began. He hates you and you have no idea what you did against him. 

Theoretically, opening Nana’s two weeks before Christmas was a great idea, because you imagined all the baked goods people would order for the holidays, you knew it would be a great kick start.

Realistically, it means that now you have to do the last touch ups in the harsh winter that’s as cold as the North Pole. Or at least that’s how you imagine the North Pole.

It’s been non stop snowing for the past three days, the fresh, soft looking snow is now covering every bit of Eroda’s breathtaking view and though it’s very festive and nice to look at it from a warm room with something hot to drink, it’s not as relaxing when you’re still working on the bakery, doing the last bits of decorating and starting the first batches of baked goods, because in 24 hours, Nana’s is officially opening its front door to the public. 

You’ve been here since five in the morning, now it’s four in the afternoon but it’s almost entirely pitch dark outside so it feels like it’s nearing ten. The place is not a mess anymore, but the kitchen is, there’s all kinds of dough everywhere, you’re doing everything you can now so there’s less tomorrow, but even with all the work tonight you’ll be here at five in the morning again tomorrow. 

It’s been hours since the last time you looked out the window, so it fully goes over your head how heavy the snowfall has gotten lately, chasing home every soul from the streets. While you’re covered in flour and keep muttering Nana’s recipes to make sure everything is measured right, there is one more person out there who is still not home, battling the weather. 

Harry has been going around town all day, helping out the elderly with either delivering groceries, or repairing the heating, whatever they needed a helping hand with. He’s usually the person one calls in Eroda when something needs to be fixed.

The roads are now not quite safe to be driving around, but with his jeep he’ll be able to get home just before it gets too bad. Or so the thought, but that is until he drives by the bakery and sees the lights on.

At first he keeps driving, telling himself it’s not his business. But the farther he gets the guiltier he feels and then he turns the car around.

You’re too busy to hear the knocking at first, but then you hear it again and know it wasn’t just in your head. Rushing out of the kitchen you stop in front of the door, because through the glass you make out Harry standing there, the snow already covering the top of his head as if he’s been out there for hours. 

“It’s freezing out here, Y/N! Would be nice if you let me in!” he shouts through the glass and you finally snap out of your surprise, unlock the door and Harry practically runs inside. 

“What are you doing here?” You watch him shake the snow off of him and finally turn towards you. For a moment you forget about how you parted ways at the skating, how cold he turned out of the blue after helping you. 

“Funny, I wanted to ask you the same thing. There’s a snowstorm out there, you won’t be able to get home if you stay here!”

“Are you kidding me? I’m opening tomorrow, I have a million things to finish!”

“So you’re risking getting snowed in? Were you planning to sleep here or something?”

“Maybe! Yeah! I need to get a ton of dough ready and I still haven’t put up the tinker lights and I need to clean up…”

Harry stares at you with such a vivid look, you expect him to start screaming at you or something. But he just keeps staring until he finally breaks.

“Okay, where are the lights and where do you want them?”

“What?”

“You’ll spend the night here if you do everything alone. I’ll help and hopefully we’ll be able to leave when it’s all done.”

Now it’s your turn to stare at him as he is looking around, searching for the lights to start working, but you can’t really believe he is about to help you out when he could be home by now. On the other hand, you could really use the help and maybe finish earlier than midnight, so after pushing your surprise to the side you start instructing him. While Harry works on the lights, you return to the kitchen. 

To test out the dough for the croissants, the one thing you’re the most nervous about because it used to be Nana’s specialty, you decide to make a few and pop them in the oven while you do everything else. 

It’s hard to believe you’re finally at this point, so close to the opening, turning your biggest dream into reality. You wish Nana would be here with you today.

“Lights are done.”

Harry interrupts your thoughts and you wipe your floury hands into your apron before following him out of the kitchen to see the work he did.

“Oh my God, this looks perfect!” you gasp, seeing all the tinker lights run along the ceiling and walls, lighting up the place like magic. 

Harry just nods, pressing his lips together, as if it was nothing. 

“Anything else?” he asks.

“Yeah, I have a few pictures I want to hang up and then it’s all done–” The timer in the kitchen goes off, letting you know the croissants are done. “Let me take them out and then I’ll show you where I want them.”

You rush back to the kitchen and take the fresh, steaming croissants out of the oven, completely missing that Harry has followed you and he is now watching you curiously as you take the baked goods off the tray one by one.

“That smells like…” he speaks up, but the words die on his tongue and you just smile, placing one onto a plate, holding it out for him.

“Here, try it.”

He hesitates, but takes the plate at last. Though it’s still hot and he should definitely wait a bit, it’s hard to resist, you know that. You watch him take a tentative bite and wait for his reaction as if he is about to tell you your future. 

“So? How is it?”

“It’s… it’s really… good. Really good.”

It’s obvious he is having a hard time admitting you did something right, but his face says it all. You just don’t understand why he looks kind of puzzled, but you think it’s just because he didn’t expect it to be this good. 

“I bet the croissants will be the bestsellers,” you chuckle as Harry takes bite after bite until it’s all gone. He devoured it so fast it’s incredible. You couldn’t help but focus on his pink lips while he ate and those tiny sounds he let slip… they surely planted some thoughts into your head, thoughts you shouldn’t be thinking of when it comes to Harry.

“Come on, I’ll show you the pictures.” It’s your attempt to clear your mind.

You walk out and grab the box that holds all the framed pictures you want to hang on the walls, of course, all of them feature Nana. 

“Okay, so I thought a few could go over here, and then on that wall as well, and these, I want them behind the counter…” You start explaining your vision, but when you turn around you see that he is staring at a photo in shock. “Harry? What’s wrong?”

You step closer and see that it’s the photo that was taken on your tenth birthday. You’re holding up one of the cupcakes Nana made just for you and she is standing behind you, with her hands on your shoulders. It’s a fond memory, one of your favorite birthdays you ever had. 

“Oh, is it the dungarees?” you ask, pointing at your outfit. “I wasn’t quite the fashion icon back then,” you chuckle.

“No, it’s– who’s this?” he asks, pointing at Nana. You give him a puzzled look, because it’s not rocket science to figure out who the woman in the picture is.

“That’s Nana, obviously.”

“But as in… your grandma?” He finally looks up at you and his face is frantic, as if he is solving a lifelong mystery. 

“Of course, Harry, what is goin–”

“Y/N, Nana was your grandma?”

“Yes!” you laugh in confusion. “Of course she was, that’s why I’m opening a bakery under her name with all her recipes she taught me!”

You can’t read the look on Harry’s face as he puts the photo back into the box and then starts walking around with his hands on his hips. 

“Why do you look like you just learned you were adopted or something?”

“Y/N, I didn’t… I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

“That you’re… Nana’s granddaughter. I had no clue.” He runs a hand through his hair and you try your best not to stare at how his bicep flexes in the movement. 

“What? Harry, why else would I be opening a bakery, named Nana’s right here, out of every possible place on Earth?”

“I don’t know!” he admits, throwing his hands into the air. “That’s why I… Okay, this is why I hated the idea so much. Because I knew Nana, I loved her! She was like… my grandma too! And I thought you just chose this name for fun!”

“Are you kidding me?” you huff in disbelief.

“I felt like you were ruining her memory, that’s why I was so against this place. I had zero clue that you are actually… related to her.”

“Oh my God, Harry!” There’s nothing else you can do other than just… laughing. This whole situation feels oddly comical, like something that only happens in movies. 

“I know, I’m sorry!” He exhales sharply and you truly see the regret on his face. “I was such a dick.”

“Yes you were!” you laugh in agreement. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Well, now at least I know why you were my biggest hater all along.”

“Not anymore!” He holds up his hands and finally breaks a smile that looks so fucking handsome, it makes you forget about everything in a second. 

Turning to the side he stares out the window for a moment before looking back at you.

“The snowing has stopped, let’s wrap things up and go home, alright? Big day tomorrow.”

You both go back to work, Harry finishes quite fast with the pictures so then he helps you clean up in the kitchen and you notice how obviously different the vibes are now. There’s no trace of his usual hostile behavior, in fact he is so open as he asks you about Nana and how the idea of the bakery came. Then he tells you about her as well, how he has known him for so long and after the passing of his stepdad Nana helped him through the toughest time of his life. You’re surprised the two of you never met when you were visiting, but you believe in faith and it must be because it wasn’t the right time. 

It’s almost ten by the time you’re locking up while Harry is scraping the snow off his jeep. It’s rather eerie to see the town so empty, but it’s also pretty, the untouched snow covering every inch of the scenery. 

“Thanks for the help. And the drive home,” you say when he has parked in front of your house. 

“I’ll pick you up in the morning as well.”

“What? There’s no need, Harry–”

“Just accept the help,” he flashes you a crooked smile. “I have a lot to make up for.”

“What if I say you’re forgiven?”

“Then I’ll do it because I want to spend time with you.”

His answer comes so fast and honest, you can’t mask the surprise on your face as you stare at each other in the dark car.

“Um, alright then. See you in the morning.”

“Good night. Y/N.”

You fumble with the belt and then climb out of the car, still feeling kind of giddy from his words. He waits for you to get to the front door and you wave at him before walking in. Through the closed door you hear the engine roar and he drives away, leaving you with quite a lot to digest.

Never in a million years did you imagine the opening of Nana’s to be like this. The small bakery is full to the brim, there are people everywhere, you haven’t stopped thanking everyone for the love and support and your heart leaps in your chest every time you hear someone talk about your beloved grandma. All the pastries are selling well, but as expected, the croissants are the biggest hit. 

But it’s not just the opening that has you smiling ear to ear.

Harry did show up early in the morning and he’s been helping you out all day as if he was getting paid for his work. In the kitchen, at the counter or by the tables, he’s been a one person army and your hero. You couldn’t have done it without him. 

You have just a couple of seconds to breathe between two customers and you peek over the crowd, spotting him right away by the table his mom and her friends occupy. He just made them laugh and he’s basking in their attention as he rolls the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing his tattooed arms. 

Fuck, he looks so good, it’s criminal. 

Now that he is not an asshole to you anymore, it’s pretty hard not to notice everything you’ve been trying to ignore about him. His charming dimples, his bouncy curls, the way he throws his head back when he laughs, how his nose moves when he talks, they was his hips sway when he’s walking… there is not one inch on the man you can critique.

The situation would be a lot worse if it was one-sided, but it appears that Harry is just as keen on being around you, always touching your lower back when he walks behind you, or brushing your arm to get your attention. 

“I’m seriously writing you a paycheck when it’s over,” you tell him when he returns behind the counter grabbing some cinnamon rolls to bring to the ladies by the window.

“I thought that we were already over this, Y/N,” he smirks and you bite into your bottom lip as you turn back to the customer in front of you. 

It kind of goes by in a blur, there’s so much happening, you’re always on the move and before you could even process the events, the day is over and Nana’s is closing for the first time. After the constant crowd, it’s weird to see the place empty again, but seeing that everything has sold, it finally settles in your mind: you did it.

As you turn the sign on the door your eyes slide over to the picture on the right. It was taken in Nana’s kitchen, you were about six or seven, the two of you are photographed from behind as you stand on a stool, next to Nana at the counter while she is teaching you how to make bread. The memory still lives vividly in your mind even though it’s been over two decades.

“She would be so proud of you.”

Turning around you find Harry behind you with a soft smile on his lips, his eyes on the photo at first, then they move to you and your heart skips a beat.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” he chuckles.

“So, I was serious. I owe you a paycheck after today.”

He rolls his eyes before arching an eyebrow at you.

“And I was serious when I said I don’t want anything in return.”

“You’ve been here since six, Harry!” you huff out a laugh. “I would feel so bad if you just went home without anything.”

He stares at you for long moments and you start to think he’ll just let you suffer with your guilt, but then he speaks up.

“Go on a date with me then.”

You suck on your breath as your eyes lock with his.

“What?” you whisper.

“Go on a date with me, Y/N. Will you?”

“I-If you’re still trying to make up for–” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I’m not. I told you, I want to spend time with you.”

You blink at him once, twice, as if you’re waiting for him to say it was just a joke, but he stands his ground with a serious look.

“Are you gonna leave me hanging?” he smirks, snapping you out of your haze.

“Yes–I mean, yes to the date!” you shake your head, clearing up your answer.

“I was afraid you hated me too much to give me a chance,” he breathes out a shaky laugh.

“I never hated you, I was just confused. You were the one who hated me.”

“I couldn’t hate you, Y/N. And believe me, I tried.” You both laugh at his words. “I was frustrated, because I wanted to hate you and this place so badly, but still… I was drawn to you.”

“You were?” you ask, your voice barely more than just a whisper.

“You have no idea how much,” he admits with a soft smile, stepping closer to you. “When we were skating, I totally forgot about everything and just wanted to hold your hand and help you. It was like a slap across my face when mum brought the opening up and I remembered I was supposed to hate you,” he admits with a chuckle and e inches even closer. “I’m glad I don’t have to try to hate you anymore.”

“I’m glad too.”

He is right in front of you, his face only inches away from yours and you suck on your breath when he reaches up and takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, angling your head further up so your lips are now perfectly lined up with his.

His eyes move down to your mouth, then up to meet your gaze and even without words you know he is asking for your permission to kiss you. You push closer and he is quick to close the distance and press his lips against yours.

You’d be lying if you said you never imagined what it would be like to kiss Harry. Because you did, several times. But nothing compares to having him wrapped around you, his lips so soft yet rough against yours at the same time as he kisses you over and over again while you’re fisting the collar of his shirt so tight your fingers are turning white. 

Maybe you kiss for hours, or maybe it’s just minutes, you have no clue, but when he finally pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, you just know your life is about to turn upside down.

“Changed my mind,” he speaks up at last.

“Huh?”

“About the payment.”

His words sink in slowly and your eyebrows rise.

“Oh.” Harry laughs at your reaction.

“I want my payment in kisses,” he then says with the cheesiest smile you’ve ever seen on his handsome face.

“That could be arranged,” you breathe out when you finally get what he was talking about and grabbing the back of his neck you pull him in for another one. 

And another one.

And some more.

And just like that Nana somehow brought another wonderful thing into your life, even though she is not here anymore.

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[st-danger]

hi st im new here but ur writing is amazing and hurts my dick alot and i was wondring if u coulld write smth with free use if ur comfy 🤭🤭🤭 ty ur amazing

Mind the content, perverts.

Swiss is just starting to nod off, drifting into sleep in his dark, pleasantly cool room under a thick comforter when he hears his doorknob turn and click. Creak of the hinge that follows has him cracking open a single gold eye to see the silhouette of a ghoul who's body language looks sheepish, even in outline.

"Hey," Aeon says, telling on himself instantly with the breathy quality of his voice. He steps in and shuts the door behind him, and Swiss gropes for the light on his nightstand. He blinks against the sudden flood of light while his pupils constrict and the full picture comes into view: Aeon's wearing a thin cotton shirt, socks, and flannel pants- tented. Obviously hard. Pink cresting his cheekbones, unruly hair looking even more unkempt for how he must have been running restless hands through it. For something so vulgar, he looks so innocent. Swiss yawns and nods, sleepy.

"Yeah," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes. "Go on."

Aeon almost trips over himself, stumbling into his bed.

"Thanks," he says, and Swiss can't help the small smile; how is he supposed to find that anything other than endearingly awkward? The idea of feeling anything but fondness towards the newest summon and his neediness seems insane, though he will admit to a grumble of protest while Aeon jostles the bed climbing in, pushing the blankets away from him and he's exposed to the cooler ambient air. He doesn't bother to move- stays on his side, an arm tucked under the pillow, face half-smushed against it. Doesn't even try to pull his boxers down. If Aeon wants it, well, they've agreed that's his job.

"Need it again, huh?" Swiss says, eyes drifting closed once more. He's just so sleepy. He'll fuck him tomorrow, of course, but for now Aeon is welcome to do as he pleases and Swiss will put forth no effort. Honestly, depending on how furiously Aeon's going to rut against him, he might even end up falling asleep anyway. He hears the rustle of flannel, and then feels trembling hands begin to work the waistband of his boxers down, pulling them lower until they're bunched against his thighs, exposing the cleft of his ass. He does shift to help with this part. He's a gentleman, after all. Ask anybody.

"Uh huh." Aeon's voice is as unsteady as his hands, and it takes Swiss's deep well of maturity to only chuckle a little at the tone. At how horny and out of control and worked up the little critter is. Not from anything, just the weird thrill of a new body and new sensations. Can't help himself right now. Can't stop himself from getting stiffies. Can't keep from getting all excited all the time. He's like a naughty little puppy at the moment, and nobody, Swiss included, would ever dream of dampening his enthusiasm. The press of a warm body against his back, the feeling of him hard and blood-hot against his ass is delightful even through his tiredness. "Just- hard again," Aeon breathes into the nape of his neck. "Gotta cum," he says, quieter. Bashful.

He's not sure exactly what he expected right now. Aeon's done everything from jerk off onto him, to rub off on his boot. Fuck his thighs, maybe- that's what Swiss would have guessed for right now, but Aeon seems to know Swiss wouldn't be getting up to grab any lube for that, and there's no way Aeon has the modicum of self control needed in order to tear himself away long enough to snatch it from the bathroom counter himself. It would seem, however, that Aeon's so desperate he's just going to...hump him. Like he'd done to Cumulus the day before while she read, straddling her chest so he could press his straining, red cock against her still clothed tits and rock back and forth until he finished on her just like that. She's a real sweetheart, Swiss thinks. Let him collapse on top of her after. Stroked his hair and asked if he felt better while she finished the chapter.

Swiss can't help but yawn again as Aeon's hands settle on his shoulders and he begins to thrust against him stupidly. Oh, he'll be trouble for them all when he hits his first heat, and the collective agreement is that nobody is about to tell him what that is just yet. It'll either be the same or it'll be worse (and better), but a team effort undoubtedly. Aeon's movements shift him, rocking him back and forth.

"Needed it so bad," Aeon huffs, right in his ear. "Woke up hard." It sends a pleasant shiver down Swiss's spine, but that's as much as he can give right now. Tomorrow, for sure. Not now. The slide of his cock against him is delicious, though, no denying it. "Hard for you."

"I can tell," Swiss says, nestling into his pillow further, eyes drifting shut. "Really hard, aren't you?"

"So hard," Aeon almost wheezes, curling in closer to him, hands holding ever tighter while things turn ever more frantic. "Can't help it." He lets out a nervous wisp of a laugh. "I really- can't." Aeon draws his leg up, rests his leg on top of Swiss's so he can really get some leverage now. "So hot, Swiss, you're so hot. Oh- I don't think I'm gonna last," Aeon moans.

"Take your time," Swiss says around another yawn. "Clean me up when you're done."

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[bullet-prooflove]

Valeria - Angel Reyes x Reader

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It’s late when Angel makes it home, later than he intended to be. The house is already lit up and the porch light is on, beckoning him inside. He loves coming home to this, knowing that there’s someone waiting for him, someone who cares about him, who wants to hear about his day. He shuts the front door behind him, bending down to untie the laces of his boots before he toes them off carefully and sets them alongside your smaller ones.

He's been thinking of asking you to move in with him. It’s been almost nine months and he’s more than ready, the only reason he hasn’t done it sooner is because you’re a little skittish. You’ve told him before that you’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop. He hopes that you see you don’t have to worry about that with him. That he’s steady, that he wants a place in your life and he’s here to stay.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late.” he hollers as he treads through the hallway towards the kitchen. He knows you’re probably in there, sitting at the table running through your list of things to do. “We were talking about the food drive this weekend, Bish was worried we wouldn’t have enough bodies…”

He trails off, his hand coming to rest on the door frame as he surveys the sight in front of him.

“I found this on the doorstep.” You tell him, tipping your head towards the car seat and the diaper bag sitting on the kitchen table. “Along with those.”

You’re holding a baby.

She’s tiny, not more than a few weeks old, wrapped up in a white fleece blanket with yellow ducks embroidered into it. There’s a tuft of dark hair sticking out of her head, something that he recognises from his own baby pictures. His heart fucking breaks because he knows, he just knows that this is his baby.

“There’s a note.” You say, swaying from side to side gently as the infant begins to gripe. You hush her and she begins to sooth as you continue with the motion.

He edges towards the table, his fingers picking up the envelop that’s already been torn open. He doesn’t begrudge you that, he would have done the same thing. There’s a letter and a birth certificate tucked inside. He takes them both and smooths them upon the surface of the table along side each other. He studies the birth certificate first.

Her name is Valeria and she’s three weeks old.

His fingertip trails down the paper until he reaches the line where both of the parents are listed. He sees his name scrawled by a registrar along side the word ‘Father’. He puts both of his hands on the back of his head as he breathes the word ‘fuck’.

“Don’t swear in front of the baby.” You murmur, your voice a low, even tone.

“Sorry.” He finds himself saying.

This is so fucking surreal; he can’t wrap his head around it. His gaze strays to the ‘Mother’ column and he sees the name Skylar Rixton listed. Who the fuck…

And then he remembers.

Sky.

The bike bunny he’d fucked a couple of weeks before he met you. She’d been tending bar for a few weeks, a friend of Jess’s. Things had gotten a little wild that night in the Clubhouse, he’d been knocking back tequila trying to drown out the self-loathing that was gnawing at his insides and she’d put herself directly in his path. He’s woken up the next morning with a scratched up back and Sky trying to tempt an encore out of him. He’d stopped it in it’s tracks because he could already see that she was getting attached and Angel didn’t do strings.

She’d taken off a couple of months later after he’d started seeing you.

He read the letter next, and it confirms his suspicions. She’d discovered she was pregnant not long after he’d met you. Decided to raise the kid on her own, then discovered it wasn’t as easy as she thought.

She’s your problem now, the letter said.

“I didn’t know.” He tells you as he raises from his seat at the table.

“It doesn’t matter.” You say, your head tilted away from him.

Your hair falls across your features so he can’t see the expression on your face. He realises that this is the other shoe, that the very thing he promised not to do to you is happening right now and he is powerless to stop it.

“Angel, you need to take you daughter.” You tell him.

Your voice is soft, but he can still hear the hurt in it. It feels like he’s being stabbed in the chest because the last thing he ever wanted was for you to become a casualty of his recklessness.

You’re careful as you hand him the baby. He reacts instinctively, shifting the weight of the tiny infant until she sits comfortably in his arms, her fists flailing just a little.

“You’re alright.” He tells her, his voice kind as he starts to sway. “I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t realise you’ve left until he hears the front door closing behind you. He doesn’t remember you saying anything, only the absence of your presence as he finds himself standing alone in his kitchen with his daughter cradled in his arms. He swallows hard past the ache in his chest, his eyes stinging because he knows he fucked up.

This may be the beginning for him and Valeria but it’s the end of him and you.

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[battleangel]

I Am Not My Hair

What actually happens if I shave my head bald?

Why cant I see what I look like without hair?

Why do I have to be sick or have cancer or be dying?

Why am I not allowed as a woman to just shave my head?

Why do I need a reason, a justification, an explanation?

Why do I have to justify being hairless?

Why are people acting like Im dying and have cancer just because Im bald?

Nothing happens. Thats the gag.

Youve been taught to fear.

Its just my bald head. Why is that forbidden?

Verboten?

Why cant I ever see what my actual head looks like without all this hair on it?

Why cant I see what my face looks like without it constantly being surrounded by hair?

What if I like being bald?

What if I like not spending $1200+ a year on my hair?

What if I like not styling my hair?

What if I like not doing anything with my hair other than cutting it super short, about an inch or two, every few months?

Why does it threaten people for a woman not to care about her hair?

I dont want to go to a hair salon or barbershop.

I dont want to go back to an afro.

I dont want locs or dreads.

I dont want shaved sides, I already did that last year.

I dont want corn rows or bantu knots, Ive done that too.

I dont want to grow it out.

I dont want a $500 lace front wig.

I dont want a wig professionally installed by a stylist every 2 to 3 months.

I dont want to wash or brush my hair.

I dont want to put any products in my hair.

Why is it a sin for a black woman to not want to grow her hair out?

I dont want my "long beautiful" hair back.

I dont want it halfway down my back again.

I dont want it to my waist again.

I dont want to relax it again -- there are lawsuits against Loreal, black women who used Just For Me and other chemical relaxers to straighten their hair are being diagnosed with cancer, inferitility and fibroids.

The chemicals in a relaxer are strong enough to break down and destroy the natural texture of your curly coiled kinks and force it to be straight -- those same chemicals are also strong enough to literally peel paint off of cars -- why are you putting this directly on your scalp for an hour plus every 2 to 3 months from the time you are a pre-teen or in high school until adulthood, for decades, and thinking that there wont be health issues?

They target products to Black women that kill them.

Remember the little Black girls that sang the R&B pop jingle in the Just For Me commercial?

"Just for me...hair so healthy, silky and free."

Who was that song for?

This was the 90s and there were multiple Black girl groups back then -- TLC, 702, Blaque, Xscape, Jade, Total, MoKenStef, etc. -- they wanted to get us while we were young so we would keep using their products until adulthood. 

I got my first perm, I am 4C, at 11. I was so glad my mother stopped burning me with the hot comb that she had tortured me with since I was 5. Anything was better than that as I had a very sensitive scalp or "tenderheaded" as it is called in our community.

I couldnt wait to go to Touch of Magic salon where my older sister already had her long, silky hair. I was tired of being tortured by a hot ass comb that was constantlu burning my fucking scalp and I was tired of being told to "sit still" while my scalp was being fucking burned. I couldnt wait for the Revlon Fabulaxer so the dreaded golden hot comb could be forever banished from my existence.

From 11 to 34, 23 years, I faithfully got  a relaxer at the salon every 2 to 3 months. It was about $120+ (relaxer, deep condition, style, split ends, color, etc.). Over the years, that fucking adds up, over $100k I spent on my hair. Even when I went natural at 34, my 4c hair is extremely thick, kinky, nappy, unruly and very difficult to deal with. People have literally broken combs trying to comb through it. Needless to say, I couldnt manage anything myself but a wash and go so I spent thousands at the salon as a 4c natural on Senegalese twists, box braids, Bantu knots, corn rows, twist outs, twist updos and flat twists. 

Then I shaved my sides and cut my hair super short and started going to barber shops but I was dyeing it fuschia back then so my hair was still costing me money.

Then last year, I finally just grabbed kitchen scissors out of my kitchen and hacked it myself and decided I was never going to go back to a salon or barbershop.

I was going to cut my hair with kitchen scissors myself every 2 to 3 months. I do like different looks so I have five cheap synthetic shitty wigs that are different colors (blue, blonde, green, black). Depending on the lewk and fit, either I just wear my hair natural and short or I slap a wig on.

But thats it. No maintenance, no upkedp, no hair care routines, no wasting away a Saturday at a salon, no barbershops, no wash and gos, no 15 hour sessions getting braided extensions. 

Just literally cutting it with kitchen scissors every 2 to 3 months and slapping on a cheap shitty wig whenever I have a certain fit or lewk and thats it.

Then in August, I decided to shave my head bald. I didnt want even a few inches of hair anymore so I grabbed my husbands razor and shaved it. Didnt go to a barbershop or stylist. Had no idea how to even use the razor and just shaved it all off in under 10 minutes. I loved the bald look especially with thick ass winged liquid eyeliner, bold dramatic eyeshadow and colorful lipstick.

I have a few inches of growth that in a month or two, I will grab the kitchen scissors again and cut my hair down to an inch or two. Ill do that every few months. I love it bald but even shaving my head on a regular basis is more time than I choose to devote to my hair. Cutting it with scissors to an inch or two every 2 to 3 months is my absolute limit.

As a woman, thats not allowed.

Especially as a Black woman.

And I was raised by a Southern Baptist fundamentalist, so forget about it.

You have to obsess over your hair, products, styling, color, length, look, appearance, texture, curl pattern, thickness, volume, care routines, pre poo, deep conditoning, tea tree oil, diffusing, texturizing, blow out, straightening, relaxing, lace front wig installations, weaves, kanekalon, bundles, braids, twists, locs, dreads, corn rows, bantu knots...

You cant just not do your hair!

Only you can. Because thats exactly what I do.

Even as a Black woman and we are brainwashed to be absolutely obsessed with our hair.

Go back and look at the hysteria India Arie caused when she shaved her "beautiful curls".

Just like India Arie, I am not my hair.

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[hdra77]

Ok since this blog is kinda getting alot of attention i'll just make a pinned post about a little bit of myself

Hey y'all i'm Soren

He/Him

You can call me fishe or just dra

I am bilingual but im more comfortable speaking in english (still bad at it actually)

Using my art as PFPs/Banners is okay! As long as you give proper credit! But reuploading my works without my permission or claiming them as your own is NOT okay. I will find you and i will hunt you down and turn you into a helpless flopping fish gasping for air.

Inspirations is ok too!! But please do not directly copy from the original work.

my interest varies but i currently hyperfixtate on these fandoms so far:

Rainworld

Marikinonline4

Animator vs Animation/Animation vs Minecraft

Warrior cats

And for those who wanted to interact with me this is my discord tag: hindrance77

My dms here are also open so feel free to send me a message! (No weird dms or you get instant block)

Im busy and i dont check discord as frequently but i would be happy to talk to you! I would also be glad to make friends im not intimidating i promise i dont bite totally-

My ask box are always open! Ask me anything basically, my aus, ocs, pretty much anything. You can also send some requests but they will take a gajillion years to finish but i promise ill get them done soon!

i really like cybercore,webcore,warcore aesthetic it may not look like it right now but expect a whole bunch of techcore designs soon

Oh and i am also a huge fan of astronomy,space and all of that sort. Along with post apocalyptic settings,body horror elements and eldritch beings.

Btw please read this before following my blog!! There would be gore,body horror and even some suggestive themes Sometimes but overall i do not post any explicit nsfw here !!

i draw stickmen a lot and i mean a whole lot. that shows so much in my twitter account. i like to animate too and fishes and cats are my favorite, those silly little thangs

my DNI are basically the general DNI: proshippers,homophobes,etc. you know, the general

My tags:

#hdra7shitposts - yes, shitposts

#fishdoesart - all my art comes here

#fishdoesdoodles - random doodles and some occasional shitposting, mostly on ms paint

#fishdoesrequests - all my art requests comes here, so far this is where you find my ship requests (still open for now btw)

#wips - wips

#fishbites.txt - ramblings

#othersart - gifts/fanarts! Sometimes some reblogs

#asks - all of my responses comes here

My other blogs:

@nyaworld-askblog - for the nyaworld au! this blog is story driven but asks for specific characters are always welcome!

@fallowclans-unruly-demise - for a warrior cats clangen blog, still stuck in hiatus void

My Rainworld AU tags:

#rw voided au - simple AU about iterators called voideds who drains void fluids out of other iterators, theres also some rot infection going on too

#rw disarray au/SYSTEM FAILURE - a virus in Lttm's code had created a fatal error in her system which caused her to slowly spiral into insanity as she would slowly loosen her grip onto reality, claiming that she had found the solution to their problem..but was it really the answer all along?

#rw nyaworld au - joke au about the entire rainworld cast taking place in the 2000's this one is purely just for nostalgia purposes #into the sigverse - technically considered an au. this is just a silly little askblog about different versions of NSH interacting because for some reason they can now magically interact with different alternate universe versions of themselves. ocs being used to interact is allowed to!! anyone can use this tag however they please you don't have to send me asks to be a part of the sigverse

My Rainworld Oc tags:

#7c dystopian arbitrary

#7c golden life

#rw ocs #ocs

-- still WIP --

#i finally introduced myself #i should also change my page aesthetic soon #its been really outdated and i never planned on changing it LMAO #also have i mentioned im also really good with procrastinating

[8-rae-rae-8]

CUDDLES 141 ANON AGAIN,,,,, TYSM ILY I AM NOMMING YOU (/pos)

May I request a little,,, sleepy puppy Alex and cg Farah? Or itty sad Farah and cg Alex? 💖🙏🙏💖💖

IM DONE ANON

it takes 1.2K words for the sleepiness though i will be honest

BUT ITS VERY SWEET

you get pup alex :3

2.6k words

For the longest time, it was voluntary. Regressing was something Alex planned. Though, as he grew steadily more comfortable around Farah and her soldiers, some things began to itch at that side of his head. The whistles of affirmatives and readies had Alex constantly turning his head like a dog searching for his owner. 

Part of him wanted to be scared of how easily that reaction came to him, but he just couldn’t be scared. He was surrounded by people that now thought of him as a brother. Someone to lean on, and Alex could lean back on them for support as well. He was lucky enough not to feel the edging dread over any kind of situation like this.

In field training, a weapon in hand, he could keep his focus. Even with the whistles that unknowingly urged him deeper and deeper into his headspace. It taunted him, pulling at his chest. From where he laid, it all felt too big, especially the weapon in his hand. Alex was meant to be training on the rifle, it wasn’t his strong suit. Tech was what he knew.

His eyes wandered. A dangerous decision that he hadn’t given any thought. Directly to his side, Farah was there. Stood as if she was protecting him, even if they weren’t truly fighting against anything at the time. It settled his head just enough to allow himself to lower the rifle. 

“Farah.” Alex’s voice came out slightly strained, his eyes finding something else to focus on. He still held the idea that he didn’t have the ability to pause training for a brief second. His time in the military and the CIA had him trained like that. With Farah’s army, the commander always at least listened if someone genuinely needed to stop. The field wasn’t like that, they all knew. It was already engrained in the large majority of them since childhood. Which is why Farah would pause for them. They all deserved someone to help. 

They all leaned on each other for support. Their work almost flawless, much more smoothe than most ops Alex had been apart of. Farah’s people actually listened, unlike the unruly military men Alex served next to.

“Alex.” Farah responded, her eyebrows knitted as she followed Alex’s gaze. Nothing got past her. And especially not with Alex. The man wasn’t the best at hiding things like this. He would stop focusing completely, get quieter, and look so very pleased when someone told him he did a good job. Just like a dog with a wagging tail.

“Help?” One word sentences also seemed common the more ‘off’ he felt. That fuzziness in his head, calming but bothersome at times. Alex blinked up at Farah, letting his weapon rest on the ground as he extended a gloved hand for assistance getting up.

Their hands connected as Farah pulled him up with relative ease. Alex stumbled as he made it to his feet. Part of standing upright just felt wrong at the time, then again, it would be odd if he didn’t.

“You need a break.” Farah said, not giving Alex much of a choice in the matter. It sounded more like an order than a request.

Who was Alex to say no? He needed the command as much as he wanted it. It seemed Farah recognized this as well. The orders to give Alex just an ounce of much needed guidance and support. When he slipped around her, an arm was around him in a second. Keeping him afloat when he just needed to let go. 

She knew. After all she’d seen, she knew many ways other would cope. None she’d ever judge. 

Their training nest was packed up in just a minute or so. But Alex had his eyes on a small, deflated basket ball in a bush of thorns just a twenty feet away. A toy he desperately wanted to play with if it wasn’t filled with holes from the thorns.

A whistle got his attention. Everything was bundled in Farah’s arms. It didn’t cross his mind that he was probably expected to help. Instead, his head tiled just a tad. A pup in search of direction. Orders.

“Come, Alex.” Farah called, signaling with her head where they were going to go. Just next to their training post, a nice place to take a breather. They didn’t have a lot of places that weren’t ruins at the training ground, but there were some places that were mended just enough to take a break in. 

There wasn’t much of a reply, Alex simply nodded and followed Farah’s lead. The steps were a bit faster than her normal pace, but Alex easily kept up. Even a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

The inside was now clearly a small home, fixed up with boards. It was much cooler inside than in the blistering heat. Alex thought american summers were bad, but it wasn’t as bad as Urzikstan, he noted. A red patched couch was along the back wall, even fit with two pillows. Matted carpets were covering the dusty ground, no doubt from the previous owners. 

As Alex wandered the small place, Farah found a place to set their items. A desk to the left corner of the room. She neatly laid their items out, before her attention was turned back to Alex. Who was trying to tug off his gear in the incorrect order. 

Farah gave a small tsk at that, as if it would help Alex.

“Alex. Alex.” She repeated to him, her hands reaching up to loosen the straps on the bag he wore. Being fully geared up for training was something that kept him grounded, all the weight on his back from his bag, then the pressure on his chest from the plated vest. But sometimes Alex just couldn’t get it off when he felt this way.

It frustrated him, but then Farah was right there. Guiding him along as she helped undo his bag from his gear. A small whimper fell from his lips, unable to control it like he wanted. He was comfortable with Farah. He could lean on her when he needed to. 

“That’s it, Alex.” Alex heard her say, the same as many times before but with a softer tinge to it. The tension eased from him as each piece of gear was removed and put with the rest of the stuff they’d used for training.

“What do you need?” She patiently asked. 

Alex’s gaze dropped to the dusty ground. It felt too far even though his feet were firmly planted on the ground. He responded with a very small grumble.

He just needed someone to tell him what to do.

“Go sit, okay?” Farah told him gently. 

The seating options weren’t the best, and somehow Alex picked a worse spot. The floor just in front of the couch. He was lucky there was a rug there. His head tilted back against the couch.

A wave of sleepiness hit him like a brick. It suddenly felt too hard to even pick his head up. Too sleepy, and without Farah next to him. Alex latched onto her more than anyone else. Sure, he felt safe with others, but not in the same way. He could unwind, and sleep around her.

A small whine escaped him as his eyes scanned the room for her. So close, but too far for his liking.

“Tired, Alex?” Farah asked, her head turned in his direction. So much for a small break with training. Alex was far too tired to do more.

With a huff, Alex nodded. Steps drew closer, then there was warmth right next to him. The couch creaked under Farah, but she sunk into the cushions regardless. His head immediately pressed against Farah’s leg, sort of using her as a head rest.

Her hand brushed through Alex’s sweaty hair. Combing through it, any knots being gently tugged out. There were no complaints, even if it hurt just a bit. He softly breathed out as the heat began to fade off him. The dim room keeping a slight chill to the air.

“You did good today.” Farah sweetly told him, head tilted down to watch the way Alex nuzzled into the side of her leg. The training grounds weren’t the best place to rest, especially not with the others that needed to train. Alex just looked so tired. Too sleepy. 

Alex acknowledged her words with a content rumble, deep in his chest. One of his arms wrapped around the back of her leg, holding gently. So so sleepy, yet his eyes just would not close for more than a second or two.

“Alex, do we need to go home?” A little worry slipped into her tone. 

The downtime sleepiness usually hit Alex after any kind of work. For him to be regressing as well was new, at least for Farah to deal with. A sleepy pup could get to be a handful.

Alex was proving that.

Instead of simply agreeing because he knew he needed it, he whined in protest because he didn’t want to get up. Sleepy blue eyes met Farah’s, hardly even able to keep them open.

“Tired pups need a bed to rest in, not the floor.” Farah spoke firmly, trying not to give Alex much of an out as she moved the leg he was leaned on.

When Alex dared to give a growl, he was immediately hoisted up off the floor. His arm not tight enough to actually hold to her leg. And far too caught off guard to realize he was being picked up until it was too late. He was quickly reminded that Farah is much stronger than she looked.

“Just because you’re tired doesn’t mean you can growl at me.” She countered with roughness to her tone. Easily enough to make Alex whine like he’d been kicked. 

His head leaned onto her shoulder, whimpering and whining at that interaction. Alex knew better than to growl, he really did, but everything was far too fuzzy, almost glazed over in his vision. Too tired. 

Farah sighed softly, arms wrapping firmly around him. 

“You’re exhausted, Alex.” She breathed out as Alex tried to wiggle into a comfortable spot at her side. Hunched over more than he possibly should be, just to cuddle into her side.

Alex kept trying to get out of going home. That would mean having to take care of big Alex problems. He wanted to crawl instead of walk. He wanted to curl up instead of shower. Wanted to bark rather than speak. At least here they wouldn’t be found, or even expected to be.

Even though Alex held his ground, he didn’t exactly fight when Farah stood and pulled him into her arms. Alex hardly fit at all to be carried in such a way. Being carried at least was better than walking, Alex decided. Carefully, he tucked his head against Farah’s shoulder, while his arms wrapped around her neck. 

Farah whispered soft praises to him for being good about her carrying him, holding him tightly so he couldn’t slip from the grasp. 

The words were lost on him the second Farah began to walk. Like a baby in a stroller, or on a car ride, the movement soothed him. The walk to the inside of their base didn’t take so long, at least not that Alex noticed. He was practically asleep in her arms, a light doze.

The next thing he noted was the softness of a bed underneath him, but Farah’s warmth dissipating as the cooler air filled the space instead. 

Alex whimpered the loudest his body possibly let him manage. Wearily, his eyes opened. Sitting up was the hardest next task that he even attempted. His head spun as he sat up.

He couldn’t see Farah. His eyes flickered around the whole room. They were in Farah’s room. Decorated with matching colors, lots of soft yellows and greens. A lot of things had to be gifts though, the room would definitely not be so nicely decorated if they weren’t. 

His heart sank as he looked around. No Farah. Fear was quick to snap through him. Alex stumbled poorly out of the bed. Not walking, no, he crawled. Like he swore he needed to, or he’d be sick. He couldn’t walk when he felt so not human.

Alex sat himself in the middle of the bedroom floor, legs tucked up to his chest with his arms resting between them. Sad whimpers coming from him. He didn’t want to be alone. He was so so sleepy…

His head rested on his knee. Just for a second, he closed his eyes.

Then he felt himself be scooped up again. How she managed to do that so easily, Alex had no clue. He began rapidly blinking to try to clear his foggy vision. And make sense of the situation.

The hands were small, rough but treating him like he was a delicate pet. Something that could break if moved the wrong way.

Farah.

Alex deeply exhaled. 

“Calm.. That’s it.” She encouraged, taking a few steps. 

They reached the bed. Farah didn’t make the mistake of letting go of him again. Instead, she sat and laid Alex down next to herself. A hand still resting on him, finding it’s way into his hair to softly brush through it.

“You’re exhausted…” Farah muttered, her thumb brushing over the dry skin on Alex’s forehead. Soft and gentle.

He gave a pitiful whine in response, blearily looking at her through his eyelashes. Alex only slightly moved enough to nudge himself up to her side.

Neither of them cared about how they both certainly needed a shower. Alex was way too pitiful and sleepy to even attempt to wash off. The last time he had help, he flipped out because he couldn’t handle not being in control of how he washed. There was an order to do it in that could not be changed. 

“Sleep, pup.” Farah certainly tried her best to say what Alex needed to hear after she had learned from Alex, and his behavior. It always helped him, even if she still had some underlying confusion about it.

Alex whined softly. A hand brushed against Farah’s side in a pawing motion. Closer. He wanted closer. 

“Come…” She whispered to him, beckoning him closer. There was only a moment’s hesitation before he firmly pressed himself to her side. He did shift further down the bed until his head was in her lap like a proper pup.

“Good boy, Alex. Close your eyes.” 

Very gently, she guided Alex through the process of getting him to sleep. Blankets tucked gently around him as he began to drift into sleep. Her hands tangled in his knotted hair. One by one brushing out all the knots with gentle hands. The touch was delicate in his hair, never pulling, never tugging. 

Minutes blurred into each other as the tick of the clock was replaced by a quiet humming. A sweet melody washing away any remaining tension in Alex’s body like waves. Deeper and deeper relaxation until his shoulders no longer trembled, breaths replacing the movements of his shoulders. There was nothing to protect now, no big problems to be had. It was just him and Farah. Alex let her take the reins as he drifted off.

Alex curled up next to Farah, in a way that would probably hurt in the morning. The soft hums didn’t stop until Alex was well into sleep. Even then, she didn’t leave. Taking a protective stance over the regressed one. 

He slept much like a rock. Not moving, not making a sound. Yet he looked so comfortable all the same. Farah softly continued to pet him.

Her own stress fading away as she did so. The motion repetitive and soothing. Though she didn’t sleep, she rested alongside Alex.

Protecting the pup, even without active threats.

#cod agere #call of duty #cod #call of duty agere #sfw little post #faralex #cod alex #alex keller #farah karim #puppy regression #petre

[starry-hughes]

fluff thoughts im giving myself because tumblr is dead today

quinn and mom waking up in a quiet home. daisy sleeps in as they go into the kitchen and make breakfast while sparing kisses. soon the sound of their one year old is interrupting them and quinn returns to the kitchen with a girl with the most unruly curls ever.

carson getting out of graduation and wanting to just get out of her clothes but all her boys are there. her brothers, ellen and jim, brendan. her hat get knocked off in the middle of pictures and briss finds that she had a picture of her parents in there and it makes him so sad for a second

charlie and trevor curled up with noodle on the bed resting and protecting charlie when she’s pregnant with chase. noodle is always there to protect charlie. once she takes noodle to the park and she’s pregnant and some guy tries approaching and noodle stands in front of her growling and he’s never done that before and she’s so shocked

kendall has a pretty swollen face right now and got fitted for her bubble today so she can wear it in the game. she pouted the whole way home but elias made sure she knew how cute he thinks she is.

#daisy’s au! #charlie and trevor #carson and briss #kendall and elias

[mslanna]

Nooo it's completely fine if you dont write things you don't like or simply don't want im sorry I didn't want to come of as rude or pressuring

But since its ok to share ideas with you how about this:

You know the night where mizora comes to punish wyll and tav decides to just attack her because they care too much for their companions. And I'd guess that mizora is quiet powerful since she's a devil so before mizora strikes tav down, raphael just pops up and protects tav by letting mizora punish wyll and holding tav down so that they don't get hurt by mizora.

I'd actually like it more if raphael just destroys the contract and kills mizora but since he himself is a devil and he doesn't have the crown yet he has to hold back. That's why tav is so mad at him that he promises her that he will make her pay and then he hugs tav and reassurs them that he'll take care of it and perhaps tavs so frustrated of the fact that raphael just held them down so that at first their too angry with him to talk

Sjskskksiaja sorry for dumping this idea on you and I hope it's understandable since English isn't my first language haha

Have a nice day 🌻

I think I mangled the promt somewhat, @shyminnie07 . here's hoping you still like it. 😅

Paying Forward on AO3

When Mizora comes to punish Wyll for letting Karlach live, Tav intervenes. It doesn't go well and they need (and get) a little help from another cambion…

Camp was quiet and Tav watched the fire burn down. They forced their thoughts to follow suit, slowing and mellowing. The last days had been a whirlwind with nary a moment to breathe. Now, with their new friends retreating for the night, the evening stilled and a cool wind brushed over Tav's burning mind soothingly.

They tried not to think about what lay ahead. Tomorrow came anyway. Better to make use of the break while they could. The moment felt like a drop of quiet sandwiched in between two maelstroms.

"Oh no." Wyll's voice came from across camp. "She's coming."

His worried tone urged Tav into action. They grabbed their gear and hurried towards their companion. "Who is coming?" They snapped the last bits of armour into place. "What is happening?"

"My patron," Wyll replied and took hold of Tav's arm. "She won't be happy we spared Karlach."

"She can't have her." Tav's grip tightened around their war hammer. "Or you. She'll have to go through me."

"She's a devil, Tav! Don't get yourself killed on my behalf."

Tav didn't say that getting killed in the line of duty sounded pretty sweet. They'd have done their part and died blameless. Compared to the mess of life, it didn't sound like a bad deal. But before Tav managed to say something stupid, the oily blackness announcing hellfire pooled on the ground before them. Fire shot up and revealed the shapely form of a female devil. Uh oh.

Don't get distracted! Tav told themself to a little avail. The devil knew she was gorgeous and accented all her best features accordingly. Not getting distracted was a quest unto itself and one Tav felt themself losing.

"Wyll," the devil purred in a tone Tav felt not only in their bones. "You've been naughty. And you know what happens when you're naughty."

"And who the fuck are you?" Tav asked just before remembering Wyll said the devil was his patron. Well, patron wasn't a name.

"Call me Mizora," she answered, the disdain for Tav's crude choice of words audible. "I'm Wyll's patron, the fount of his power. My pet's been unruly. And his leash needs a yank."

The devil stretched out a hand, pulled at the air and Wyll stumbled forward as if an actual leash held him around his neck.

"Leave him be!" Tav stepped between the two and felt the invisible leash cut through their chest.

"Wyll and I had a deal." Mizora scanned Tav dismissively. "But Karlach is still breathing."

"You told me devil's only," Wyll spoke up. "She's a tiefling. Not a monster."

"How precious." The devil was unimpressed. "The little pupster's found its bark. Clause G, Section Nine: 'Targets shall be limited to the infernal, the demonic, the heartless and the soulless.' Karlach meets the criteria, pet. Trust me on this."

"I said, leave him alone," Tav repeated and readied their weapon.

"He broke his contract. I am not at fault here."

"Your wording is vague." Tav held their position. "You could have been lenient, but chose not to. I take offence to that."

"And what do you plan to do?" Cold, calculating eyes settled on Tav.

"Wyll won't have to worry about his contract if there is no devil he's beholden to."

"Don't be a fool. What do you think will happen to his powers?" Mizora laughed.

"Wyll is more than his powers," Tav spat. "And he can find a new patron should he want one."

"After you attacked me for not liking the terms of his current contract?" The devil scoffed. "I think not."

But Tav thought back to the devil they met, almost eager to to excite them into a deal. And from the corner of their eye, the paladin spotted the small shadow of Raphael's warlock lurking in the night just outside the camp again. He had his eyes on them. He was an option. Tav shifted their weight back, weighing the war hammer in their hands.

"Tav!" Wyll cautioned, but to no avail.

"Get out of my camp." Tav raised their war hammer. "Now!"

When Mizora failed to leave, the paladin surged forwards and the head of their heavy war hammer connected hard with the devil's soft waist. It was a shame to maul such an exquisite body, but nobody messed with Tav's new friends. Only friends. New friends. Nobody!

Mizora staggered and Tav struck again, cutting across her legs at knee height. A nauseating crunch echoed through the camp. But whatever Tav hit didn't slow Mizora down the least. The devil came at them with incredible speed and a slap of energy stopped Tav in their tracks. Mizora's hand came down and though Tav ducked a way, one of the nails left a long red line down their face.

That couldn't stop them. Tav realigned to their target but Mizora wasn't there any longer. Tav blinked and readjusted their grip on their weapon. A glance at Wyll and Karlach ascertained the devil wasn't bothering them. Despite everything, Tav hoped they scared her away.

But no such luck. After a minute, Mizora returned, looking no worse for wear. "Are you really going to do this?"

Tav didn't bother with an answer and threw themself at the devil again. Just before their hammer connected to infernal flesh, Mizora vanished again. Something whacked Tav on the back of their head and sent them stumbling to the ground. The paladin picked themself up once more, looking for the elusive devil.

As before, Mizora appeared again momentarily. This went on for a while and Tav grew tired and annoyed. Every time Mizora vanished, she added injury to insult, slowly grinding Tav down.

If she had stayed vanished, Tav would have relented, but Mizora kept popping back, ogling Wyll who tried without success to talk Tav down. Not that a little bleeding, scrapes and bruises could top them. Tav was determined to protect their friends.

"Do stop," Mizora sighed after appearing to Tav still leaning heavily on their weapon. Dusts and dirt coated the human's hair and armour. It mixed with blood on their skin. "You cannot win this fight and I am losing interest."

"I will stop when you stay away," Tav ground out. "Leave my friends alone."

"Such misplaced loyalty. An admirable trait, no doubt. But I do not have time for this." Mizora pointed at Tav and laid a full fire ray on them.

Tav stumbled under the onslaught. Most of the heat bounced off the armour but the metal turned uncomfortably hot. They almost dropped their hammer as they pressed on to reach the devil. Mizora languidly repeated her attack. This time, it sent the human sprawling.

Though Tav again deflected most of the fire ray, their shoulder bristled with the heat and their face was singed. They stumbled and got mowed down by a ferocious sweep from the devil. Tav's skin blistered and broke as they skittered over the rough ground. They spat out dirt and blood before propping themself up, ready to return to the fight whatever the cost.

But somebody stepped between them and their target, towering and with wings that obscure Tav's sight. Unthinking, Tav clawed at the newcomer with a low growl.

"Now, now. None of that," came a familiar voice. Tav looked up and found Raphael's black-hole gaze levelled onto them. "Where are you manners?"

"She came into my camp and wants to hurt my friends." Tav struggled to stand. "Over my dead body."

"Yes," Raphael drew the word out into a complete lecture. "Unfortunately, you body is still needed alive."

His arm snapped out before the Tav when the paladin made for Mizora again. They crashed into it, surprised by its unyielding strength.

"How good to see somebody with actual decorum in this – derelict place." Mizora put herself back into order with a curt gesture. "This was all rather tedious."

"I won't let her hurt Wyll," Tav insisted.

"And who are you to decide that?" The devil spread her wings in a subtle threat.

"We can certainly find a solution that involves a minimum of bloodshed," Raphael intervened.

"If it is her blood, maximum is also acceptable," Tav hissed.

Raphael wrapped a wing around the angry human, trapping them in place. "Come, little mouse, calm down. We can settle this like civilised people."

The devils exchanged looks over Tav's head.

"Of course," Mizora agreed with a greedy glint in her eyes. "Wyll, today is your lucky day. Come here pet."

Wyll approached warily until he stood before his patron.

"You know I can't let this slip. But luck intervened on your behalf to let you off lightly." She gestured along her client's body who winced as if a large hand had suddenly taken hold of himand squeezed tightly. Horns sprouted from his head accompanied with the prominent ridges of devils.

"There we are." Mizora turned to Tav. "No pain, just punishment."

Wyll patted down his now features, shock etched over his face. "What have you done?"

"A promise broken, a Price paid. You know the terms," Mizora replied carelessly. "Get used to the new form, pet – there's no going back. Some magic, even I can't undo. Oh, and Wyll? Don't forget. Our pact still stands."

With that she turned to Raphael. "It has been so good to see you again." Each word dripped insincerity. "Until later." Mizora vanished in another flash of hellfire.

Tav peeled out of Raphael's hold and turned to the remaining devil. "What was that?"

"Just a timely intervention, little mouse. I do hate to lose a future client."

"I am not making any deals with you." Tav took a step away.

"Perhaps." The devil shrugged, wings following the motion of his shoulders. "But for now you owe me." With a snap of his fingers, Raphael transported them to the House of Hope. "Now let us discuss the terms of my timely intervention."

"I owe you nothing!" Tav spat.

"You'd be dead without me now."

"Maybe I'd rather be!"

"That can be arranged." Raphael's had closed around Tav's upper arm like a vice and he dragged them deeper into the House. "Maybe a small taste of death will help you appreciate what I just did for you." He bared his teeth as he spoke.

Tav followed because letting the devil drag them was even less dignified. Still they had to scramble to keep up. The devil wasn't in a magnanimous mood any longer.

"You'd have accepted the debt from any of your companions," he hissed. "Time to understand that it applies to me as well. "

"My companions aren't after my soul," Tav countered.

"Is that your worry?" Raphael stopped and Tav ran into him face-first. Black and gold eyes looked down at them as the devil curled his hands around their shoulders. "That I will take your soul?"

"What else could you want?" Tav did their best not to lose themself in the roiling coronas burning over them. The smell of smoke and cherries didn't help.

"Oh, my little pet, there are so many things I want that you can't even begin to fathom." He smiled dangerously. "Of course there are only so many you can grant."

Raphael slipped a finger under Tav's chin and regarded their face for a while. "What is equivalent to the worth of your life?" When Tav didn't answer, he continued: "maybe your own words will have the best result here. No one life is worth more than any other. A flawed assessment, all things considered, but for now it will do."

He leant down and Tav braced for belittling or insult as his breath raked over their skin hot enough to singe Tav's heart. "So this is my proposition, mousling. Your life for mine. A simple deal and easy to fulfil. If you ever find yourself in a position where you are about to take my life, you will not. If you see my life in danger, you will intervene as I did for you."

Tav bit their lip looking for the trap. It had to be one, coming form a devil, especially since it felt innocent enough. But after today they'd go on with their life. They knew where Halsin was and he'd resolve their tadpole problem. They'd never see Raphael again. A relief, that made their heart stutter.

How many devils had they met before this? None. So that was a good prognosis of how many they'd see once rid off their tadpole. Tav regarded the devil towering over them, black eyes, hot breath, sulphur and cherries and all. Once they were back, once they found Halsin, he was a thing of the past.

Speaking over their racing heart Tav held out their hand. "Deal."

"A deal indeed." Raphael gripped their hand with his, never taking his eyes of Tav. His fingers slipped far enough around to dig their sharp tips into Tav's soft flesh. "Now, back and to bed with you. You will need your wits about you in the journey to come."

Before Tav could reply, they found themself back at camp. Their new friends were relieved to welcome them back though worry spread when it became clear that Tav couldn't speak about the nature of the deal they made.

It took a wile for Tav to calm everybody down. They'd never make a deal for their soul and they had not. This much they could say. Whatever transpired was secret but harmless. In the end, Tav crawled into their bedroll slightly confused but feeling overall safe and appreciated.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #mizora bg3 #bg3 tav #shyminnie07 #bg3 fanfiction #mel writes fanfic #one shot

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Dirk Strider, Karkat Vantas

Meat, page 32

DAVE: yo

DAVE: love to chat but im kinda in the middle of something

ROXY: yo yourself but this is important

DAVE: uhhh

DAVE: more important than salvaging the global economy from potential disaster??

DAVE: sounds hugely unlikely

ROXY: idk about that

ROXY: in terms of scale and relativity and stuff maybe not

ROXY: its actually kinda hard to tell

ROXY: i guess in the grand scheme of things

ROXY: shes just takin a sort of nap

ROXY: but its one HELL of a nap bro

DAVE: a nap you say

DAVE: well this changes the fuck out of everything

ROXY: yea??

DAVE: nah

ROXY: lmao dirk just texted me about this

ROXY: somehow he found out about jade did u tell him

DAVE: uh no

ROXY: he just said make sure she gets lotsa daylight

ROXY: that itll help with the “exorcism she needs”.....

ROXY: and also to say hi to calliope for some fuckin reason??

DAVE: thats weird

DAVE: since when does he give a fuck about them

ROXY: idk

ROXY: guess ill just open the damn curtains and let some light in here

ROXY: he usually knows stuff about weird things

DAVE: so whats wrong with her again

DAVE: like

DAVE: some sort of demonic nap

ROXY: ok i wouldnt say shes NAPPING per se

ROXY: shes just like

ROXY: floatin here... upright

ROXY: eyes wide open

ROXY: and theyre both pitch black

DAVE: oh so she saw one of my latest sbahj campaign ads

ROXY: lol

ROXY: no dude

ROXY: like what im sayin is

ROXY: she looks a lil possessed

ROXY: by uh

ROXY: grim spirits n shit

DAVE: is she fucking grimbark again

ROXY: no!

ROXY: this isnt grimbark

ROXY: i KNOW what grimbark is dave this aint it

ROXY: it seems more serious tbh??

ROXY: like existing in some transformative state that isnt a literal fuckin joke

DAVE: ok yeah this does sound pretty bad

DAVE: but its not really my field

DAVE: did you try calling rose

ROXY: yea that was totes my original plan

ROXY: like no offense ur not #1 on my speed dial when it comes to this kinda thing

ROXY: but rose isnt picking up

ROXY: probly on account of ailments to be fair

ROXY: i called an unruly number of times

ROXY: and kan wasnt picking up either so...

DAVE: huh

DAVE: spooky

ROXY: hella spooky

ROXY: somethin about all this seems wrong

DAVE: yeah i guess

DAVE: what do you think is up

ROXY: idk

ROXY: i feel like theres something movin just out the corner of my vision but every time i turn to look at it

ROXY: its gone

ROXY: its givin me chills rn like im being watched

DAVE: well im no fucking ace detective

DAVE: or some gumshoe flatfoot dicking up the place suckin hard on my sherlock pipe like some sleuth of the fucking year

ROXY: dave

DAVE: but maybe we should consider the possibility that you are literally being watched

ROXY: ..............

DAVE: anyway can we hold that wise and rad thought i just had

DAVE: i gotta give karkat some emotional support

DAVE: since gettin jake on our side was a pretty huge fucking bonanza for us

DAVE: which has almost equal probability of winning us the election as it does blowing up in our faces depending on this speech he gives

DAVE: so we gotta like

DAVE: concentrate here?????

DAVE: instead of jerking each other off all god damned day for the rest of our lives

DAVE: (im just joking we dont actually do that)

ROXY: oh

ROXY: jakes on ur side then?

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: wasnt that hard to convince him after your girl j crock started slut shaming him on public access

ROXY: god dammit jane

DAVE: so i take it jade didnt convert you to our cause before going into her gothic trance fugue or whatever

ROXY: siiigh

ROXY: i just want this whole stupid political thing over n done with tbh

ROXY: i hate watchin u guys tear each other apart in the news

DAVE: yeah sorry about that

DAVE: sorry its making you feel bad i mean

DAVE: not sorry that were doin it

DAVE: itd be an unconscionably lame move to put something on a billboard that i didnt 100% stand by

DAVE: but that sounds suspiciously like something jane would do

DAVE: aka the bad guy in this situation

DAVE: like objectively speaking

ROXY: ugh pls dont start

DAVE: just sayin

ROXY: idgAF!!!

DAVE: also

DAVE: aside from how vehemently i disagree with every detail in janes shitty platform

DAVE: i also think

DAVE: karkats the right guy for the job

DAVE: full stop

ROXY: you rly believe in him dont u

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: of course i do

DAVE: because i...

ROXY: hey before you jet can i ask you another question

ROXY: theres somethin else ive been meanin to ask u about for a while

DAVE: uh alright shoot

ROXY: yea soooo

ROXY: dave how did you come out

DAVE: ...

DAVE: what?

ROXY: like as not being straight

ROXY: howd you couch that to ppl w/o them freakin out or being awkward around u

ROXY: do u think its ever too late to

ROXY: idk

ROXY: change ur mind?

ROXY: about the person you wanna be??

ROXY: like is there a some point of no return you can cross where everyone is waitin for u to have a big ass revelation about your internal character

ROXY: but its like “dude no u already used up all ur gay capital when u started datefriend cohabitating w a cute as hell skeleton alien”

ROXY: and anything after that ur just gettin greedy

ROXY: is greedy even the right word

ROXY: greedy for droppin bombshells

ROXY: bout gender identities and sexual preferences

ROXY: or ids n preffies as i like to call em ;)

DAVE: ids n preffies

DAVE: damn

DAVE: thats fucking good

DAVE: anyway uh

DAVE: thats a pretty deep question considering all the shit we have going on right now

ROXY: yeah ur right

ROXY: now is probs not the best time for a feels jam

ROXY: especially with the creepy jade situation happening on my couch here

DAVE: i dunno if id worry too much about that

DAVE: jade goes into trances literally all the time

DAVE: she fucking loves sleeping

DAVE: youd think someone who spent so much of her life locked in a state of dubiously consensual slumber would wanna get as few zees as possible in her adult life but not jade

DAVE: ive never known anyone who hits the snooze button more times in a row than her

DAVE: if youre that worried take her to a hospital

ROXY: im thinkin about it!!

ROXY: not even sure if i wanna like

ROXY: mess with her tho?

ROXY: how would i even take her there...

DAVE: ok well while you ponder whether you wanna dump jade in a wheelbarrow and trundle her groggy spooked-up ass to the hospital

DAVE: in the meantime ill rap at you about my epiphany concerning the desire to bone some dudes

DAVE: probably not a literal rap though

ROXY: wow im disappointed

DAVE: i mean i could TOTALLY rap about wanting to bone dudes if i wanted?

DAVE: im just on the fuckin clock here and theres lots of people lookin at me

ROXY: :(

DAVE: ok so

DAVE: what ive learned is

DAVE: coming to terms with all this bullshit is a thing you sort of do in stages

DAVE: like stage one is you making jokes about how sweaty dudes standing close together in tv shows seems really gay

DAVE: stage two is making jokes about that and not immediately adding no homo afterward

DAVE: stage three is flirting with all your male friends ironically and not even thinking about adding no homo afterward because youre so fuckin woke and secure in your ironclad straight masculinity that you dont have anything to prove to anybody anymore

DAVE: or thats just what you say out loud

DAVE: inside you start being like

DAVE: oh shit

DAVE: maybe yes homo

DAVE: stage four is freaking out about that and putting the no homo back on all your statements even objectively heterosexual ones which just stupidly makes everything you say sound extra gay

DAVE: stage five is

DAVE: actually wait the next few stages are various permutations of the same thing that i already described

DAVE: it starts being like a gay fractal

DAVE: anyway eventually you arrive at like stage nine

DAVE: which is reminding everyone who will listen that youre gay minimum six times a day

DAVE: in really lame ways like

DAVE: oh cool dude are you making hot pockets

DAVE: better make mine a gay hot pocket

DAVE: cause im a gay homosexual who only consumes homo ass snacks delivered right to my mouth by a big queer butler

DAVE: servin it right up on his huge gay dick

DAVE: but that all only applies to the extent which i am technically gay

DAVE: which in my case is only about maybe 30% to 70%

DAVE: so only cook 30% to 70% of my gay hot pocket

DAVE: cause you know straights are fucking animals who never defrost their pepperoni

DAVE: and i gotta rep for that like 50% straightness still lurking inside me like the idiot who fell asleep in the shopping mall when it was closing for the night

DAVE: so now theres just this straight dude locked in a dark fucking mall for some stupid reason haunting the place like a cryptid and rummaging through the trash in the food court

DAVE: also just in case janes opposition research is listening in on their illegal wiretap i know the word bisexual exists btw im just choosing not to use it in service of spitting some fuckin chuckle jokes here so lets all calm down and not let this one become a distressingly literal federal issue

DAVE: anyway when all is said and done

DAVE: you eat a half cooked hot pocket because all your roommates think the height of humor is taking what was obviously an improvisational riff at unironic face value to punk you

ROXY: dave...

DAVE: what

ROXY: nm

ROXY: i was gonna ask you why ur like this

ROXY: then i remembered about how ur half me and half dirk

DAVE: yeah it really is crazy how those dope late game familial reveals actually did explain everything

ROXY: so whats stage ten

DAVE: stage ten is uhhhhhhhh

DIRK: The Prince opens his fucking mouth, and just literally starts SAYING SHIT, out loud, because he doesn’t think he can take another fucking second listening to a pompous alien virgin monologuing about gender.

DIRK: No consequence, my ass. You may be able to suppress what I do with my mind, but you have no control over my mouth. I’m nobody’s fucking puppet.

DIRK: And you don’t even know my friends. They’re not yours to toy with.

DIRK: They’re mine.

DIRK: Do you even know where I am right now?

DIRK: Do you have the slightest idea what I’m up to

DIRK: Yeah, well. Try and stop me then.

DIRK: I fucking dare you.

DIRK: Here I go. I’m walking up the tower stairs now.

DIRK: Walk, walk, walk. Ah, the exercise feels good.

DIRK: Argh. Wow, yeah.

DIRK: You’re right. My feet are definitely getting heavy.

DIRK: But the Dead Cherub tragically underestimates the Prince’s determination. He powers the fuck through it. See?

DIRK: Stomp, stomp, stomp. Up the stairs he goes. No fucking sweat.

DIRK: Oh also, did he mention? He can fucking fly, so there’s that.

DIRK: He decides to take flight and cut to the chase. He whips up the hollow vertical shaft at the center of the spiraling tower stairs. Life in the fast lane kicks ass, it turns out.

DIRK: He can practically taste the top of the tower.

DIRK: The Prince busts out his sword and makes short work of that big old bell.

DIRK: The slicing is accompanied by the ear-shattering melodic sounds of metal being cleaved apart by an anime sword, as the Prince nimbly avoids the sharp pieces and ricocheting stair debris.

DIRK: He wonders out loud, “what is this, amateur hour”?

DIRK: The Dead Cherub then humorlessly narrates, “why, yes. yes mr. strider, it IS amateur hour. and i’m the amateur here, for throwing a huge bell at you. i would like to humbly apologize for my amateurism.”

DIRK: Sure you do.

DAVE: well lets just say internalized whatevers are kind of like an onion

DAVE: theres lots of layers

DAVE: they suck on pizza

DAVE: and trolls have to get their stomach pumped if they eat them

DAVE: this goes for gender stuff too btw

DAVE: which i kinda get the feeling is what you were actually asking about

ROXY: wow am i rly that transparent?

DAVE: nah but as previously discussed youre a lot like me

DAVE: so it was pretty easy to figure out what you were getting at

ROXY: yea

ROXY: i dont got ur poker face tho

ROXY: but im workin on that!

ROXY: maybe ill get a sick pair of shades too

DAVE: oh DOPE

DAVE: yeah thats dope i support that idea

DIRK: I’m on top of the tower now. I’ve got my long sniper rifle ready and everything.

DIRK: I check to see if it’s loaded. It is. I get in the PERFECT spot for taking aim at this hunky imbecile who’s about to give a speech.

DAVE: anyway i dont think any of our friends are gonna hold your feet to the flames over dumb shit like this

DAVE: and its not like anyone else is gonna care since we definitely forgot to program hating gays and women into earth c

DAVE: humans are all jacked up on hating xenophiles now

DAVE: which sucks a lot too dont get me wrong

DAVE: btw did you know janes a xenophobe

ROXY: dave!!!

DAVE: ok ok

DAVE: so does all this mean i gotta call you dad now or what

ROXY: wat

DAVE: i mean thats what were talkin about right

ROXY: well first of all

ROXY: do u still even make a habit of callin me mom??

ROXY: i thought u kinda stopped that

ROXY: even if it was effin cute

DAVE: oh yeah i guess i did

DAVE: but i could start again

DAVE: but not if it means id have to go to fucking gender jail or something

DAVE: like what i mean is i could start that cute shit again but switch to dad

ROXY: ok but SECOND of all

ROXY: i would never want to deprive dirk of that noble honorific

DAVE: what

DAVE: ugh no way

ROXY: hahaha yeah way hes ya daddy dude!

DAVE: aw fuck noooo

DAVE: wow man

DAVE: i would never call him that

DAVE: i mean i know its true but i just wouldnt...

DAVE: wait

ROXY: what

DAVE: something feels

DAVE: wrong

ROXY: ???

DAVE: like some shits about to go down

DAVE: and i gotta...

DAVE: karkat! dude!!!

DAVE: GET DOWN!

KARKAT: WHAT?????

DIRK: You’re absolutely right.

DIRK: I would never do that.

DIRK: I’d never kill Dave, no matter what I felt the stakes were. I’d never hurt him either.

DIRK: You do understand me pretty well, I’ll give you that. And you’re right about many things.

DIRK: But there are just a couple things you’re wrong about.

DIRK: Pretty important things, actually.

DIRK: First of all, this gun is loaded.

DIRK: But not with bullets.

DIRK: Yes. You’re right about the tranquilizer.

DIRK: But there’s one more fact you’re not aware of.

DIRK: Which is that I never intended to aim for Jake at all.

ROXY: hellooooooo

ROXY: dave??

ROXY: whered ya go

DIRK: No, that’s not what he does.

DIRK: He swings the rifle around one hundred eighty degrees, and points the scope toward the large, now-curtainless window of a distant apartment.

DIRK: He zooms in quickly, cutting even shorter the little time that the Dead Cherub could use to impede him in some way.

DIRK: He takes aim, lets his finger hover over the trigger, and...

DIRK: Ow!

DIRK: Yeah, you got me. Can’t move it an inch.

DIRK: The only problem is, he doesn’t need to pull that trigger.

DIRK: Earlier, when he was messing around with all this shit in plain view, he rigged the rifle to be voice-operated.

DIRK: All he needs to do is say...

DIRK: FIRE.

DIRK: I see. So you’re not going to say what happens next?

DIRK: Is that really how it’s gonna be?

DIRK: So be it.

DIRK: The tranquilizer dart hits the glass of Roxy’s apartment window before the sound from the rifle’s shot even reaches them.

DIRK: She hears the glass break. Seconds later, she hears the bang. She drops her phone on the floor.

DIRK: She doesn’t have the slightest idea what just happened until she looks over at Jade and notices the dart stuck in her neck, right in the jugular vein.

DIRK: She watches as Jade’s huge, creepy black eyes start getting heavy. Her eyelids sag, and her head tilts to the side.

DIRK: She shuts her eyes completely. Her hair stops floating around her ominously. In fact, there’s nothing ominous about her at all anymore. She entirely resumes her status as the cute doggy girl we all know and love.

DIRK: She slumps over and collapses onto the couch. She begins snoring loudly while making a little canine whimper on each exhale.

DIRK: Like the bitch she is.

DIRK: Oh, what’s that? You’re getting a little quiet for some reason.

DIRK: You’re going to have to speak up.

DIRK: Aaand, nope.

DIRK: You’re getting quieter, not louder. You’re gonna need to work on that.

DIRK: Maybe try shouting it?

DIRK: Yeah, I didn’t catch that at all.

DIRK: Not even one syllable.

DIRK: Guess that’s it for you? Back to not mattering.

DIRK: Not that you ever did.

DIRK: Come to think of it, why am I still talking out loud?

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #dave strider #roxy lalonde #dirk strider #karkat vantas #meat epilogue #page 32

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when you're done

( kit walker )

-> synopsis: cleaning kit up after he gets back from solitary

-> warnings: foul language, pet names [angel, pretty boy], smoking, mention of blood, making out (no im not sorry 😇)

-> pairing: kit walker x reader

-> reading time:

-> reader's pronouns: she/her

-> a/n: KIT>>> also i hope this is good :')

{🌸}

"what gave you the idea to start a fight in the common room that required you going to the shithole for a day and a half?" y/n questioned, perched on the counter in the kitchen dabbing at Kit's lip with a paper towel and peroxide at her hand.

Kit shrugged. "maybe if they weren't talkin' 'bout you..." he trailed off, scratching at a cut by his hairline.

y/n swatted his hand down, turning his head down so she could get a better view of his cut. the blood from his cut had gotten his hair sticky in the thick red liquid, and had dried on his skin. "hell, kit. i don't give a shit if they talk about me unless they're dumb enough to talk about me in front of me. don't get yourself hurt because of what's said about littl ol' me," she spoke quietly.

when she took ger hands away from him, kit looked up. she had noticeable dark bags under her eyes, her hair was unruly and messy, and she had a bruise across her face because of previously being in solitary, but she was one of the most beautiful things Kit had ever seen. her eyes had a light in them that Kit had promised himself to protect the first time she looked up at him with a weary smile.

"walker?" y/n asked, peering into his eyes. her pretty lips were just inches from his, and his eyes unconsciously flickered to them every few seconds.

he smiled. "my head hurts, angel," he began. "will you kiss it to make it better?"

slowly, y/n lifted her hands to cup his cheeks and tilted his head down. she pressed her lips to the cut on his hairline, lingering. she pulled back slowly.

"my cheek hurts. you should kiss that too," kit grinned.

moving her hands, y/n kissed both of his lightly bruised cheeks. when she pulled away, his smile was wider than any other she'd seen.

"my lips hurt," he started.

waiting for him to continue, y/n threaded her fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck, urging him to go on.

he swallowed. with his eyes a mixture of emotions, he finished with "you should really kiss them."

y/n smashed her lips onto his. immediately, his hands latched onto her, touching her, feeling her. a small groan left kit's lips when y/n nipped at his bottom lip.

pulling away, kit rested his forhead against y/n's. exhaling through his swollen lips, he could feel y/n still fiddling with his hair.

after a minute, though, y/n pulled away. kit's hurt eyes made y/n press another small kiss to his lips. "i gotta clean you up, pretty boy, jeez."

"but you'll kiss me when you're done, yeah?"

y/n laughed, putting peroxide on a new paper towel. "'course i'll kiss you when i'm done."

#kit walker #kit walker x you #kit walker x reader #kit walker fluff #ahs #ahs asylum #evan peters #everybodys got a drug dealer on speed dial #fluff #female reader #x reader #american horror stories x reader #american horror story #kit walker x female reader #kit walker x y/n #kit walker x plus size reader #kit walker x female!reader #kit walker x black!reader #kit walker x plus size!reader #x plus size reader #x black reader #fluffy #request #ok i pull up #jules writes - 📓🖊

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For the writer asks: 4, 15, 27, and 30 <3

HI IGGY!! :) :) :) tysm; i haven't actually looked through most of these yet so I should do that first XD. Numbers are from here

4- (story idea I haven't written yet)

Ok so I have started this one but then decided I hated it so it's mulling on the back burner until I have more energy to rehash it out for better stuff is part of The Doctor and The Butler storyarc(?world?) at this point, but basically the robins all take the Doc on a Proper Road Trip and it All Goes To Chaos(tm) because the Doctor Does Not Do RoadTrips in the slightest because he just pops in and out of time on a whim and doesn't seem to do great in small spaces for more than 15 minutes (basing this on the cube episode in the Matt Smith Era). It'd be good but it needs a certain... vibe yk? haven't gotten there.

15- (favorite weather for writing). Not a weather, but I can only write when it's dark outside bc then I don't feel about about not doing homework/other things. Rain is also good tho.

27- (Favorite part of writing process). The part in Brainstorming where it all starts coming together and you're just squealing like your twelve and some cool people just invited you to hangout with them, and then you start writing and everything goes smoothly.

30- (Share a fic you're proud of)

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I don't have any full-length WIP done for you to look at but I think I have some assignments (checks through old google documents) lmao no what assignments (shoves them all into the fireplace). Let me give you the beginning of one of my current WIPS that im really proud of currently even if I've been writing and rewriting it so many times.

It wasn’t even close to the moonset when hands and voices raised them from sleep. “Misha, Rose. On your feet. It’s your turn now.”  “Ugh, just kill me now,” Rose muttered as she and Misha both sat up blearily. “Be quicker and easier.” “That’s the coward’s way out. Also, way too expensive.” Misha stood up and rubbed her eyes. “How much fest prep do we gotta do still, Dani?” She watched as the freckled elf started climbing to the top bunk.  Daeneryl flopped down on her mattress, clutching a fat feather pillow, with a yawn. “Just drinks, but those are last minute.”  “Oh, and be careful how you tread around the old man today.” Fayley peeled off her slippers from her feet as Misha and Rose got dressed into their outfits for the day. “Got a new run of trash gryphons. Damn pests.” “Thought Sammy took care of all that?” Rose sighed as she pulled a brush from the vanity table to untangle a sea of unruly curly hair. Starting from the bottom, she winced every time she had to pull it through to the end.  “He was supposed to. Says he did his whole ‘pied piper act’ which he did, but apparently these are a different breed.” Dani sighed. “Nick’s looking into wizard enchantments.”  Eventually, Rose gave it up and threw it all up in a slicked-back ponytail, held in place with an assortment of ribbons and pins. “One day, I swear, I’m just going to take a knife to this and hack it off.” “You’ve been saying that for five years,” Dani laughed. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” “Watch me.” Rose grimaced. Misha shook her head silently as she braided the front sections of her hair and tied it back with a bright orange ribbon that matched her flowing skirt. It was one of her favorites because it made her stand out in a crowd that mostly wore shades of brown and black for practicality. She slipped into her boots and crouched down, waiting for Rose.

Rose caught sight of her and rolled her eyes. “You’re asking for it. Fayley, your count.”  There was a muffled “Go” and fingers interweaved the laces with their corresponding hooks. They looked up when they were finished, approximately the exact same time. “Call that one a draw, I suppose.” Rose shrugged. “Come on, let’s get some food before we have to deal with life.”

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ksjdndbhsjshdhs i hope u don’t mind that im answering this on my mk blog instead but @tiptapricot you . you got my mind spinning . and pardon my brevity here- but during that little period of time tip? i think... marc fell in love with layla all over again. i hope to maybe go into more of a story/scene rewrite of this but for now- for now have some of my own soft marclayla hc’s yeah?

i think the moment she popped into his vision with that smile that could freeze time and melt the fuckin ice caps sipping her lil drink, he was done for.  He knew it was coming, knew it from the moment he saw her wandering Steven’s flat, her curls ever as wild and unruly as the heart that beat so fiercely in her chest, when she looked at Not-Gus and through him he knew that there was never any hope for him.  He loved her all the way, entirely.  In the way that suddenly had him . wishing he knew stupid shit like poetry. the way all she had to do was look at him and he felt.. whole. better. 

so after they met up in cairo, i think Marc was re-learning how to breathe with her so close to him- she who could be so free with her touch and her light and her smile- he’d seen it before, had known the intricate steps of they way Layla El Faouly lived and breathed and moved and existed for just enough time for him to never forget it, he cherished her so deeply.  [i think marc strikes me as the sort of person who recognises how good someone is because he’s . seen some of the worst of the worst. and when he comes across a soul that shines as bright as Layla’s?? well, i think he works to memorise everything he can, to keep close to his heart forever, because he knows - he knows there will be a time where he will be without it .]

relearning how to coexist is like ice cold condensation on the outside of a glass on a sunny day- refreshing and delightful and he keeps catching himself staring at her when she’s not looking, keeps getting distracted because he’ll be looking at her and trying to listen to the things she’s saying but the only thought in his brain is about how she’s beautiful and how her eyes shine like buried gold and sometimes when she turns around really quickly her hair will smack him in the face and he swears he recognises the sort of floral scent of her shampoo-

and i think steven comments on thoughts like that that slip through, chuckling and pointing out nice things marc could say when marc’s tongue feels a lil too thick to come up with words or  when she asks him easy questions like ‘left or right’ or if she’d been listening to a word she’s said. (’Nod and repeat the last thing she said, mate-’) (he’d been thinking about the way she’d put her hand on his shoulder to stand up earlier-) (if he took his shirt off and saw the mark of her handprint seared into his skin is it weird he thinks he might be grateful?-) (Marc. Focus.) 

i think if at any point the suggestion of splitting up happens marc is quick to find cause to work together, even if it’s kind of a reach or a stretch bc once he’s around her again it’s like. how could he have lived without? 

this got a bit longer than i meant but TLDR: i think marc spent the whole time just as starry-eyed for Layla as he was on the boat and i dont think he could bear to split up with her- and i think steven was constantly slapping his hand over his eyes bc how is it he feels more well-equipped to flirt with Marc’s wife than marc is..

#ihanswers #heheskjfhslkdjf sorry this got so long i really was just gonna write like. a little bit. omg #and im in a soft af mood so this might be like. tooth-rottingly fluffy sorry skdhfk #moon knight #marc spector #layla el faouly #marclayla my beloveds #ihdrabbles #moon knight meta #sort of? slkdfjw its just how in love marc is with layla which is totally canon soooo #beloveds ask

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Taken!Series Part Four: Meth Mountain - Angel Reyes x Reader

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Taken!Series:

Part One: Mother - Tragedy strikes when Angel leaves you and Valeria alone for the evening.

Part Two: Bleeding Out - Angel returns home to discover what happened at the house.

Part Three: Touch & Go - Angel discovers where Valeria was taken.

It’s a clusterfuck.

Almost the worst-case scenario that Angel can think of because Meth Mountain, it’s a law unto itself. It’s a self-sustainable settlement, hosted and frequented by addicts and people on the fringes of society. It’s wild and unpredictable.

Bishop has managed to reach an accord with the local authorities. The police won't go up there but the M.C can, they won’t interfere with that so long as the M.C don’t bring trouble down the mountain. Nobody wants an infant on Meth Mountain, they all know it won’t end well.

The thought of Valeria being raised with a bunch of meth heads destroys Angel; he can’t imagine what Skye was thinking but then that’s the point isn’t it? Everything she has done up to this point has been impulsive, Skye doesn’t think ahead.

They split into two men teams, it’s easier to cover more ground that way, especially amongst the ramshackle dwellings. This early in the morning most of the addicts are out of it, too high to question why armed men in hoodies are slipping in and out of their dwellings.

Angel and EZ have just cleared their first assigned section when Angel hears the cries of his daughter. He would know that sound anywhere, it’s different this time though, rawer, more agonising. He knows every single one of the noises his child makes and this, this sounds anguished. It tears at him deep inside, clawing through his heart so the blood leaks out into his chest.

He looks to EZ, who tilts his head towards the next structure along. It’s barely more than a piece of corrugated iron with flowers painted on it and tarpaulin. EZ goes first, his gun peeking through the plastic sheeting that acts as a door, Angel follows up the rear, the sound of Valeria’s cries intensifying as he steps inside.

His gaze comes to rest upon the baby, his tiny daughter wrapped up in several bath towels, squared away in blue and white cardboard box that used to contain oranges. The diaper bag that Hank’s mom made has been left untouched alongside of it.

Angel lowers his weapon, tucking it into the waistband of his trousers before he steps into the mess, his boots crunching over the fast food wrappers. He reaches for Valeria, her face screwed up and red, tears leaking down her cheeks. Her nappy is heavy, and her tiny stomach rumbles loudly, he remembers you feeding Valeria before he left, he guesses she hasn’t eaten since then, almost six hours ago.

“Hey, hey.” He whispers as he clasps his daughter close, his lips brushing over her featherlight hair. “I got you, Daddy’s got you.”

He slings the diaper bag over his shoulder, before turning to face EZ. His brother indicates towards the bundle of clothes on the sofa. It takes him a second to realise it’s a person, slumped across the couch.

Skye…

She’s pale, her skin white with a blueish tinge, there’s a needle sticking out of her arm, a tourniquet tied just above it.

“She’s in rigour. She’s been dead for hours, looks like an OD. She probably put the needle in as soon as she got here.” EZ tells him, shaking his head before meeting Angel’s gaze. “What do you wanna do with her?”

Valeria’s already starting to settle, her sobs turning to whimpers as Angel sways gently, shushing her.

“Nothing.” He says, his palm smoothing over the baby’s back. “Let the natives have her.”

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what’s love in español? — one shot

Part three of The MC88 Series

Mini Summary: following seb & mia at the spanish grand prix in 2021 and the start of something that neither of them would ever forget (a03 link)

word count: 6.4k

tags/warnings: aston martin !driver¡ oc x sebastian vettel, infidelity, swearing, nsfw, smut, teammate-cest, minors dni

an. im trying to write this in order now (connecting up all the parts ive posted previously) !! parts might be a bit slower as i always get writers block writing this way but otherwise theres too much going on for it to make sense ! but anyway enjoy and well done if u get to the end !!

an. im trying to write this in order now (connecting up all the parts ive posted previously) !! parts might be a bit slower as i always get writers block writing this way but otherwise theres too much going on for it to make sense ! but anyway enjoy and well done if u get to the end !!

It was almost easy to want to forget the first half of the season. Race after race they had been left with disappointing results one after the other, but it wasn’t just on track that she wanted to forget; it had been everything else too. 

She almost wished that it never happened; it had caused too much grief ever since it had first happened, but there was a part of her that no matter what happened she wanted to relive those few precious moments again. 

It was in Barcelona and she had woken up to the morning sunlight beaming through the window of her hotel room, the undrawn curtains failing to keep any of the light out which instead allowed it to illuminate the whole room. Her hands fell to her face, covering her eyes as she tried to block out the light that had disrupted her sleep as she let an almost cry-like sigh escape from her lips. It was too early, she knew it, without even having to look for her phone, but her hand still fumbled around for her phone on the bedside table, nevertheless. As she moved the bedsheets fell around her naked waist and it was that moment that she froze because all of the memories of the night before came tumbling back. 

She raked her fingers through her tangled hair, in an attempt to try and calm the unruly mess. But also because it was just instinct as her mind tried to scramble together what had happened the night before. 

She remembered it this time, but she still looked around the room, only for another sigh to leave her lips when she couldn’t see him and her heart broke a little. 

He had gone, of course he had.

It would have been worse if he had of stayed. She knew that, but there was still part of her that wished he had; a part of her that needed him to have stayed. 

She shook her head at herself; she had slept with him, again. What was she thinking— they had done the one thing they were not meant to do, again, and this time they had no excuses; they hadn’t even been drinking. 

And she remembered it all, every last little detail. 

It had been the Friday evening of the Spanish grand prix, just a week after what had happened or not happened between them in Portimão. It was after they had finished at the track, after both free practices, which hadn’t gone too badly for the team compared to the races previously. They had both slotted around tenth, which was funny because just a couple of years ago they both would have been equally disappointed with those placings. But this season had changed both their perspectives on formula one.

They had left their debrief still talking about something or another, and they had only separated to head back to their respective drivers rooms so they could head home. But a few minutes had barely passed before she heard a knock at her door and found her teammate leant against the wall outside. She just gave him a small smile as he just continued talking to her about what they had been talking about before, as if they had never stopped. But she noticed the look in his eyes; she had seen it just a couple of weeks before, and she knew that he wasn’t there just to talk about their race— not really, not deep down.

He let the door close behind him as he carried on talking to her as he watched as she continued doing whatever she needed to be doing to she could leave that evening. She had been a little bit all over the place that day, which meant she still had a lot to be doing before she left, but Seb didn’t seem to mind and didn’t seem to be wanting to leave anytime soon.

She didn’t question it and she was only partially listening to what he was saying as she carried on doing what she needed to do so she could leave the track at a respectable hour. 

He carried on talking to her about their car that day and the set-up changes they had talked about in their briefings. They talked about the circuit; they talked about the changes compared to last year, and then they talked about the years before and then the years past. Seb mostly talked and she listened, but she didn’t mind; she had been listening to him for years and she still listened to every word he said.

But then he asked her if she remembered the first time she ever raced there, and of course, she did. 

“I wasn’t that far behind you,” she had said drawing his eyes to hers from where he was sat at the little table in her room. His back pressed against the wall as he faced the middle of the room looking to her. 

“When?”

“2015,” she smiled glancing to him, “started behind you on the grid,”

“you remember that?”

He remembered it for some reason, he remembered watching her Toro Rosso in his mirrors. 

“Of course,” she replied biting down on her lip to stop her smile from growing, “first time i got to start behind you,” she said quickly having to add that it was also her first time starting on the third row of the grid too and also that got to watch his Ferrari fly off into the distance from right in front of her with her very own eyes. 

She didn’t want him to think that he was the only reason why she remembered that race. But then they started talking about the past and their past more specifically, and then it didn’t seem to matter anymore.

“I beat you one year,” she said flicking her eyes to him as she sat down in the chair across from him, 

“which?” he asked as she had beaten him in a couple of races in Spain over the years, 

“2018,” 

“i remember,” he smiled to her, “beat me to the podium,”

“it felt like a win that day,” she replied,

“i know,” he replied back with another little curl of his lips, “you told me that day,” 

“i think i told everyone,” she said, grinning back at him, “i was so relieved just to make it over the finish line, let alone get on the podium as well,” 

“it was the one time i didn’t mind you beating me,” he said back, and she just nodded. It had felt like a victory that day. She almost cried when the car made it over the finish line. The relief consuming her body as a happy cry croaked from her throat. It had only been the fifth race of the season, but it had already been plagued with dnfs and mechanical failures, and this was piggybacking off of the six dnfs she had the year before. 

She had finally managed to grip hold of the seat she had been hunting for her whole life. The one she had first-handedly seen Seb win championship after championship with. The one that Mark had secured his ever elusive first win with and the one that had sky-rocketed Daniel’s career to what it is today. But once she finally had it, they couldn’t give her the car that she needed, the car she deserved and she barely lasted two years in the team before it resulted in her leaving formula one. 

“Do you ever regret leaving at the end of 2018?” 

She just shook her head because she didn’t. It had been the most sensible decision she had ever made in her life, and she didn’t regret it one bit. She could have won more races, maybe even a championship, but once you fall out of love with the sport there is no way you can carry on after that.

And that’s what she told him.

He just nodded and they carried on talking about something else. But at some point the conversation whittled to an end, and she found herself wanting the same thing that she had wanted all those weeks ago. Her mind started to drift to the look he had in his eyes when he first appeared at her door, and maybe he wanted it too. 

It took all of her confidence to say what she said next. It wasn’t even that she thought he was going to turn her down. No, it was more her trying to convince herself that it was a good idea even though every part of her knew that it wasn’t. 

“My hotel is only a twenty minute cycle,” she said, looking at him, almost not being able to hold his gaze, “or Cathy… but she might-” she added failing to get the words she wanted to leave her lips, 

“i’ve got a bike,” he said much to her own relief that she didn’t need to scramble for the rest of the words that she wanted to say,

“ok,” she replied, letting his hand fall from hers as she stood up, knowing he would follow her.

They had cycled back across the city from the racetrack. He followed close behind her choosing to ride beside her when the road was wide enough. They talked the whole way. The conversation always flowed easily between the two of them. One of them always had something or other to say, but that nervous almost child-like feeling still bubbled away under the surface. 

They made their way to her hotel room. She remembered closing the door, but she wasn’t sure how they had gotten from there to then kissing, but once they had their lips met they barely left the others. His lips only left hers to trail down her neck and then across collarbone and chest. His fingers teasing the edges of her top and then her jeans. She could feel the sensation building in her belly as he pressed himself against her time and time again. 

Her mind felt clouded, she felt like she was drunk all over again, but this time it was just the desire making her feel that way. It was the way he lips felt against hers; the way his hands brushed over every millimetres of her skin and the small groans that escaped his throat. 

He started pulling off her clothes. His mouth only momentarily leaving hers as he pulled her top off over her head. It was rushed because if they stopped then they would have time to think about it and then they probably wouldn’t be continuing and neither of them wanted that. She managed to pull off his clothes too, but then he was walking her over to the bed and then she was laying under him within a matter of moments. 

But then he halted. 

He knelt between her thighs; sitting back on his heels as he stopped himself momentarily, or maybe for eternity. He wasn’t looking at her; she couldn’t catch his gaze as she tried to stop herself from squirming underneath him, but he was still looking down at her. It was the only moment that time seemed to pause, and she could see that it had hit him with what he was about to do; that he was deciding in that moment whether he wanted to do it or not. She could see the instant regret falling over his head, but in that moment it didn’t matter to her. They had started this and they couldn’t stop now. 

“Seb,” she said at not much more than a whimper with a small buck of her hips in his direction, “Seb, you-you can’t stop now.”

He just looked at her as if to say i can’t?

But she had just returned it with a pleading look in her eyes that he couldn’t deny.

So he just pushed himself inside her. A small moan left her lips as she stretched around him. It felt just as good as the first time, and by the string of swear words that she managed to mumble out as he thrusted into her again and again, maybe it was better. 

It was everything and more than she remembered and she wanted it again before it had even ended.

But when it had, he had plunked himself down beside her as he tried to catch his breath. She just let her hand smack gently against his chest, but he caught her wrist with his hand and just held it against his chest as it rose and fell with every breath that he took. 

She only gave herself a moment before she was moving across the bed, not saying anything as she picked up his pants and throwing them at him as she made her way across to the bathroom. She needed a shower, but more importantly, she needed a moment to try and figure out what the hell had just happened, again. It was the one thing that they were never meant to do, not ever; yet they had done it for a second time in the space of just a couple of weeks.

As she tried to comprehend what had happened, she found a part of wanting him to stay, almost needing him to stay. She didn’t sleep around, not really. She always would wake up the next morning with the person beside her. She had a boyfriend until that ended, and then between then and now she had dated people; it never had just been sex; there had always been more to it then just that. Even with Daniel, with whatever that had been, she still woke up the next morning with him beside her. 

That’s what she wanted now; she wanted him to stay. 

“There’s spare towels if you want a shower,” she told him as she emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and another in her hair on top of her head. She adverted her eyes away from him. She couldn’t tell him to leave. She couldn’t do that to him and she couldn’t do that to herself. She wanted him to stay no matter how wrong that was. So she opted for leaving that decision in his hands so she couldn’t blame herself no matter what the outcome was. 

He gave her a nod as he slipped into the bathroom, leaving her alone. 

She got into bed, urging her body to go to sleep so she couldn’t be left with the decision, and for once her body cooperated because by the time he had showered and walked back into the room she was already curled up asleep. He found the rest of his clothes and he pulled them on, careful not to wake her up because that was the last thing he wanted, and then he reached across the empty side of the bed and placed a delicate kiss on her shoulder. He allowed himself to have one final piece of whatever this was before he slipped out of her hotel room.

And that was that.

When she finally saw him later that morning, it took all of her courage again just for her to say good morning to him. It was like she had been transported right back to when she was a teenager and she had gotten to meet him for the first time, but he didn’t seem bothered at all.

“Good morning,” he said back to her with a smile that she noticed failed to reach anywhere near his eyes. It looked forced and so did the way he greeted her. He seemed distant and it was a complete one-eighty to what they had last night. 

“How are you?”

“good,” 

“good.” 

She stopped herself because she wanted to scream. She had opened her mouth to say something else, but nothing came out. She had nothing to say to him for the first time ever and it seemed like he didn’t either because what on earth do you say to your teammate after you’ve slept with them for a second time. It wasn’t even that they had slept with each other, it was because she had wanted him to stay and because it was more than just sex, but neither of them knew it yet and neither of them would ever want to admit it. She didn’t understand because he was so different from one moment to the next. She knew, well, hoped, he didn’t mean too, but one moment he was her closest friend telling her how proud he was of her and then the next it was as if they had barely ever met. It made her stomach flip and not in the good way.

“We need to talk.”

He had said it, holding her eye contact for all of a moment before he had left her standing there as he headed into the garage without giving her even a second to respond. 

She followed him reluctantly into the garage and she was glad that they didn’t have any marketing to do together as she couldn’t think of anything worse in that moment. She was glad that all she needed to do that day was drive and for the most part it would have nothing to do with her teammate. 

The final free practice session hadn’t gone as well as the others. They had been testing a few things and she hadn’t done a single lap on the soft tyres so it was understandable that she had only set the fourteenth quickest time of the session, but it still left a bitterness in her mouth as they headed towards qualifying. 

That was the only time she had spoken to him at the track, well, until later that day. It was right before qualifying and she had managed to muster up enough courage to go up to him and wish him good luck before they both went out. He was standing at the back of his side of the garage, getting ready, standing in front of the little compartment that housed his helmets, gloves, and balaclava. She walked over from her own section to his noticing that his eyes fell on her, watching her take every step. She hated this. She hated this feeling. It was never meant to be awkward like this. She hated it and she just wanted it to go back to what they had before. To what they had before they decided to fuck all of it up. 

“Good luck,” she said, stopping right in front of him,

“i’d say the same, but you don’t need it,” he replied, noticing the small curl to the corner of her mouth. She watched as his hand juddered forward, reaching out to do up the top strap of her race suit around her neck. She just froze and it seemed like he did too. Her eyes darted to his and he was staring right back at her and it was almost as awkward as the Seb vs. Mia video they had to film on the Thursday.

She wanted to scream. 

She had forgiven him for not staying because this was so much worse. 

“Top ten?” he just asked her, visibly taking a step away from her as he reached for his balaclava, 

“we can try,” she said back, pushing a smile back onto her face. 

Qualifying ended up being tolerable. It wasn’t any better than her previous runs of the season and it could have gone a whole lot worse. She ended up just missing out on Q3 and had to settle for eleventh. Which wasn’t so bad as she had out-qualified her teammate in three of the four races now, which was quite the feat as he was Sebastian Vettel, the four-time world champion, and she had barely a quarter of his victories to her name.

“Almost,” came his voice once she was back out of her car after qualifying. She had managed to fist bump most of her mechanics and just about gotten her helmet off before she had to entertain the whims of her teammate who had decided now that she did in fact exist. 

“Almost,” she replied, glancing around to see him standing at the back of her side of the garage, “maybe next time,” she said with a small smile as she joined him, 

“bets are on you for Monaco,” he said and she just returned it with a confused furrow of her brow, “you won here last,” he explained, reminding her of a victory that seemed like a lifetime ago, 

“we’ll see,” she replied with a small smile as his shoulder nudged against hers as the walked to the back of the garage together.

She didn’t know what to think anymore. What was she meant to make of this, and she was sure he wasn’t meaning to mess with her like this, but he still was. One moment they were fine and the next they weren’t, and it felt like a stupid primary school relationship. 

“Later?” came his voice, and she had to visibly stop herself from pulling a face at him,

“what time later?” 

“what are you busy?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “i’ve got a few things to do,”

“yeah?”

She nodded, “i’ll text you when i’m done,” 

“ok.”

She finished her race weekend duties; the track side ones such as post-qualifying interviews and media with the team along with team briefings. Then she was heading back to the hotel to get ready to go back out. One of the perks or downsides, whichever way she wanted to look at being one of the only female formula one drivers, meant that she had a lot of brands, sponsors, companies and people that wanted a bit of her time. This meant a lot of dinners and events that she had to attend at both race weeks and non-race weeks and Saturday was no exception. 

She had tried to set boundaries at the start of her career but to no avail. She didn’t want her Saturday nights to be filled with meetings upon meetings. She wanted that time to herself before the race the next day. She had argued at the beginning, but her time was worth more than that; her face on a poster was worth more than that; and in the end she didn’t get a say in how her time was spent.

Once she had finally finished another sponsor dinner she had texted her teammate and before she knew it there was a knock at her door and she opened it to find Seb standing there. 

“You look nice,” 

“thanks,” she replied almost squinting her eyes at him before she opened the door a bit wider so he could step in, 

“anywhere nice?” he asked as she shut the door behind him, 

“work,” she replied with a deflated smile. 

He just nodded because he knew there were sides to her job that he would never have to do simply because he was born the opposite gender. He remembered when she was younger, even before she had a seat in formula one, just how many dinners, events and meetings she had to attend just for being a girl. She would be at the track one moment and the next she would be meeting potential sponsors— or with some rich businessmen that wanted dinner with the pretty, young new racing driver. He had to meet his fair share, but not nearly to the extent she did. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be her so soon,” she said, glancing at him before walking over to where she had stood before taking off her jewellery,

“i was already in town,” he explained, and she just nodded. She had so much she wanted to talk to him about. There was so much that they would usually just ramble on about for hours, but whatever this was, it made her feel like she couldn’t anymore, and that friendship they once had had slipped through her fingers.

“This feels so messed up,” she said only just above a mumble as her eyes flicked to his,

“i know,” 

“no, Seb, i feel like i can’t even talk to you anymore.”

She watched as his eyes scrunched shut and his brow furrowed, “i know and i don’t want it to be like this. I didn’t think it was going to be like this,” 

“i’m sorry,” she said as he just shook his head because she had nothing to be sorry about, “i want to go back to before,” 

“i know,” Seb replied with an almost painful sigh, “i want both,” he added and it was probably the most honest thing he had said to her all month, 

“we can’t have both.” 

He nodded and it felt like a whole eternity passed in those few moments that they stood there just a few feet away from each other. 

She finally turned around, “can you?” she asked feeling her voice quiver as she noted to the zip of her dress. 

He nodded as she stepped towards her. She moved her hair over her shoulder as his fingers found the zip at the base of her neck. She could feel his breathe on her skin and it matched the racing heartbeat in her chest. She couldn’t fool herself no matter how much she wanted too— she wanted this and she wanted him. 

He could feel the silky material under his fingertips as they brushed over her shoulders and then down her spine as he undid the zip of her dress. She didn’t move away even though he had unzipped her dress and his temptation to run his fingers over her skin grew as she stood there in his reach. He squeezed his eyes shut before all of his hesitations unravelled and then his fingertips were running down her spine. He felt her shudder slightly, but his touch hadn’t been unwanted, his hands had just been cold. 

He let his fingers trace her body and her finally let his fingers wrap around her waist. He could feel her relaxing into his touch and then he finally let his forehead rest upon the base of her neck. A sigh leaving his lips as every other problem seemed to vanish too. 

“We shouldn’t,” she said ever so quietly, 

“that’s not a no, Mia.” 

And she didn’t say anything because she did want this. 

His hands crept around her waist, lacing over her belly as he pulled her flat against his chest. His head resting against hers as her hands fell to rest upon his. 

“I want this, Mia,” he said into the base of her neck as he pressed a kiss into her skin, “and i want everything that we had before.”

She didn’t say anything; she just nodded as he pressed another wet kiss to her neck, followed by another, “and I’m sorry for being a fucking idiot these past weeks,” he added, tightening his grasp around her waist too, “i should’ve just told you how i felt.”

She just turned around in his arms, her dress falling from her shoulders and pooling on the floor around their feet. She noticed his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed after noticing she was now basically naked in his arms. His eyes failing him for a second as he snuck a glance before looking back to her eyes that were just staring back at him. “Yes?” he just asked,  

“yes,” she nodded back with a smile creeping onto her lips. 

She reached up bringing her lips finally to his. 

In a matter of moments he had cupped her face in his hands and was kissing her as deeply as he possibly could as their mouths moved against one another. She pressed herself against him as closely as conceivably possible. Needing to feel every part of him and her hands holding onto his sides as if she might loose him if she were to let go. Her fingers gripped hold of him as she pressed herself against him even more, wanting as much contact as physically possible. She was constantly pulling him closer making sure that there wasn’t even an inch of air between them. So much so that she could feel him stiffening in his shorts and she could feel it pressing against her belly.

A small moan escaped her as he grazed her lips with his teeth, feeling a smile forming on his own. 

Her fingers trailing under his shirt before taking a second to tug at it so he knew what she wanted. Then she was pulling it off over his head. She took a moment to look at his stomach, running her hand over it and through the hairs that covered the centre of his belly. She had seen him shirtless enough times simply because they were teammates, but never like this. 

A few seconds had barely passed, but she knew she was staring, so she darted her eyes back to his. She could see the little smirk forming at the corners of his mouth. She hit him pathetically square in the chest as she had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to stop herself from grinning.

He just kissed her smile away. 

He walked her backwards towards the bed until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed and gave way underneath her causing her to sit down. He leant down joining their lips again as he cupped her face in his hands. He only pulled away for a moment to press a kiss to the tip of her nose before signalling to her to move further back onto the bed. 

He caught her ankle in his hand, halting her from moving too far away and then he was leaning down to bring his lips to the inside of her calf. Then his fingers were trailing up her leg with his mouth not far behind. Another moan left her lips as he reached the inside of her thigh. Pressing kisses and nibbling at the tender-side of her thigh. “Seb,” she moaned again as her hands fell to her face and she could feel the smirk on his lips against her skin. 

When he finally reached the edge of her pants, she was already unravelling under his touch. He had moved so he was almost hovering on top of her causing her to open her eyes as she felt his breathe against her skin. Then she was looking at him, “you sure?” was all he said and she just nodded. 

He leant down pressing another kiss to her lips before he leant back to sit on his heels. 

“Seb,” she warned managing to wrap her hand around his wrist, 

“ok, ok,” he said, shifting off of the bed so he could kick his shorts and then his boxers off. Then he was reaching for her ankle again. Running his fingers up the insides of her legs again, but then he hooked his fingers under her pants and then he was pulling them off. 

He moved so he was kneeling between her legs again, running his fingers down the inside of her thighs again, causing her to almost tense away from the touch. Her body needing him more than anything else. She watched through her eyelashes as he debated what he wanted to do; he flicked his thumb over her clit a few times, causing a shiver to spread across her body like nothing ever before, and then he was lining himself up with her entrance before he finally pushed himself inside of her.

“Fuck, Seb,” she moaned as she stretched around him. Her body almost forgetting that they had been in the exact same position the night before. But, something was different; it wasn’t quite like before, or at least what she remembered from the very first time. There was something that felt so much for relaxed about it. A familiarity and comfortability with each other that hadn’t been there the times before, and it felt like maybe the following day wouldn’t be filled with awkward greetings. 

“Shh,” he hummed as his hips pulled back before he thrusted slowly into her again. 

He set a pace that was everything they needed. It wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t slow, and it was deep enough that her whole body felt alight. It was everything she wanted; everything she needed, and from the flow of little grunts and moans leaving Seb’s lips above showing that it was everything he wanted too. 

Her back arched from the bed as her hips tried to match the rhythm he was setting. Trying to move her body so that he could reach deeper and so that she could take everything physically possible from the moment. 

“Seb,” she moaned quietly, letting his name fall from her lips. Her head falling to the side as she tried to reel in the pleasure she was feeling, but he just took her cheek in his hand so she was looking back at him; his other hand at her hip; his fingers digging into her skin as he tried to hold her still. 

“You’re so pretty,” he said as he hovered over her and that was really the only thing he said to her the whole time. 

The moans left his lips, but never her name. 

He just leaned down, pressing his lips against hers once more, sucking on her bottom lip, and he continued to thrust into her. 

She knew she was looking anything but pretty. She knew she was covered in sweat and she knew the baby hairs around the edge of her face wouldn’t curled into ringlets from the sweat. She knew she was looking far from her usual presentable self, but it didn’t matter and he loved her looking like this. 

After everything that had happened, he loved seeing her fall completely undone. He loved seeing her lose control of herself; completely giving into the pleasure that was humming through her body. A complete juxtaposition to the Mia he saw at the track every weekend.

He could’ve cummed just from the sight. 

And he nearly did. 

It was long before they were both reaching the heights of their orgasms, scarily, almost in sync. Her hands grasping tighter around his waist, the words tumbling from her lips telling him not to stop, and there was not a single part of him that had even debated stopping; he wanted this just as much as she did.

He watched as she orgasmed. He could feel her tightening around him. Her whole body arching off of the bed as it screamed for every ounce of pleasure. Her head falling back and her mouth falling open as she moaned. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and he had never seen anything so pretty, and with a few more thrusts he found himself collapsing on top of her as his own orgasm hit him.

He stayed there for a few moments, his head resting on her chest as she tried to catch his breath. Her body rising and falling beneath him with every breath she took herself. Her hands moving to the back of his head as her fingers ran through his hair and her legs falling to rest against his sides as he still laid nestled inside of her. 

They laid like that for what felt like eternity, but in the best possible way because it felt wholeheartedly like nothing else. 

But eventually he did move. 

She hadn’t even tried to stop the whimper that left her lips when he started getting out of the bed. He had heard it, and even though part of him wanted to stay; wanted to fall asleep with her in his arms; waking up to her in the morning; he knew he couldn’t. 

“You need your sleep,” was all he said as she turned his back to her and walked across the room. She had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. She watched as he picked up his clothes from the floor, chucking them to the foot of the bed. Collecting them there before he started to pull them on. 

“I’m not a child, Seb,”

“I know,” he just muttered back to her. 

That was his way of saying he wasn’t staying. 

She had to almost stop a disheartened sigh from leaving her lips as he refused to even look in her direction. He turned cold. She wanted him to stay, but she knew he was regretting even just being there. She wanted to be in his arms as she fell asleep; she wanted to know what that side of him was like. She would never get to see it, which was why she longed for it so much. She longed for that little bit of intimacy because that part of her life had been empty for so long that even if her bed wasn’t empty for just one night, it would make her feel a little less like a failure. 

She didn’t even look at him as she got out of bed, wrapping her robe around her as she made her way over to the bathroom. She turned the tap on splashing the cold water onto her face before she reached for her tooth brush. She started brushing her teeth and she was was still standing in front for the mirror as she watched him lean against the door frame behind her once he had gotten himself dressed. 

“You want to talk about it?”

He watched as she finished brushing her teeth and spitting the remainders of her toothpaste down the drain. 

“Not right now,” she said pausing for a second before she chose to lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. Her palm resting on his chest momentarily as she brushed past him and back into her room. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” was all he said before leaving and she just hoped it hurt him as much as it did her. 

She knew it shouldn’t hurt her. But it did; maybe because he had consumed so much of her brain for these past few weeks; because he had for so many years, too. That every time she tried to close her eyes she was reminded of what they had done. She knew that it would only ever just be sex, but she wanted more than just that.

#sorry if the cut line is messed up idk why it keeps doing it #the mc88 series #f1 fanfic #sewellove writes

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CS WEEKLY: The Hot Rocks of Rio Caper Part 2!

HERE WE GO PART TWO BABY!!! START OF THE DADOWSAN ERA!!!

Le chevre looks so confused im crying

I LOVE THE RAGE ON HER FACE if this betrayal was real she would have GONE AFTER his ass

The operatives there have never heard shadowsan talk so much lmaooo

It would be such a good moment if carmen didn’t say falsehoods pls it sounds so unnatural

Shadowsan just powering through because carmen CANNOT take a hint im crying

Also MOSCOW IM CRYINGGGG i like how he was like ah yes. The only thing unbelievable about that is that coach brunt has never been there. Carmen being russian is otherwise totally plausible

The confusion on carmen’s face she looks so hopeless for a second :(((

PLS SHE BLINKS ONCE AND ALLL NEGATIVE EMOTION JUST VANISHES SHE GOES SO SOFT

The awkward threat im sobbing she’s so bad at acting on the spot ig

Tigress he is carrying a full grown woman WHY would you expect him to high 5 you

Also YEAH HE CARRIES HER LIKE A SHEEP

Carmen just making faces at him 

POOR LE CHEVRE JGSGTFHJ

Also uhhhhh carmens shoulders did a full rotation because her hands were tied behind her back before and now they are in front what happened there

CARMEN AND SHADOWSAN BICKERING IS SO FUNNY 

AND DO. YOU. MIND IM CRYING THEY HAVE SUCH A GOOD DYNAMIC FOR THESE COUPLE EPISODES they’re still figuring everything out

Shadow-san is used to an unruly sixteen year old he can boss around but now she’s just an unruly 20 something year old who he CANNOT boss around

Love how maelstrom doesn’t question le chevre tied up on the floor he’s like damn none of my business

She looked like she was about to ugly cry  The face in question:

Oh nvm they cant see le chevre my bad

PLS MAELSTROM JUST GOING omfg and putting his head in his hands is so funny

CARMEN STILL TRYING TO ARGUE WITH HIM BECAUSE SHE HAS LIKE 20 YEARS OF GRIEVANCES SHE NEVER GOT TO ARGUE WITH HIM ABOUT 

Pls carmen is unsufferable about it i love her

SHADOW-SAN JUST BLANK FACED SLAMMING THE TRAPDOOR BEHIND HER AS SHE GETS HER CLOTHES I NEVER SAW THAT BEFORE

Player is literally the smartest one here

MMMMMM OKAY THIS IS A FANTASTIC CHASE SEQUENCE there’s almost no dialogue so it gives everyone’s personalities time to shine in just how they RUN (and like. jump). I don’t have access to wifi rn but there’s a really good post analyzing how carmen/shadowsan/le chevre climp the same wall and how it showcases their personality/style read it if you can!!

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The bus <3

Also i love carmen and shadowsan kinda just being buddies sometimes. Giving each other looks and smirks and shadow-san smiling when carmen half introduces him to player as an old friend

Mm the little tiny hints and clues as to shadowsan and carmen’s real history even this early in the season. Good shit

The dramatic zoom out revealing that the cleaners are cleaning up brunt’s temper tantrum wheeze

I ALSO really like carmen sort of being desperate to prove herself to shadow-san. Giving big wide smiles when something works her way, butting heads with him on method, trying to one-up his plans and ultimately having worse ones because he still has like 25 years of experience on her

HAHSHJDG did shadowsan even know they were working with carmen or did he just kidnap two random bozos and show them to carmen like

I wonder if they just pressed a rag up to abby trott’s mouth and told her to scream into the microphone JHDGD

WAIT WHERE DID THE ROPES GO

Zack sticks his tongue out for a split second jhdfgshfkhsd

Carmen having angry rants about shadow-san to her crew is so funny sahjdghsda

Zack was CHEATED he and shadow-san could have had such a fun dynamic but shadow-san HATES FUN

“Why would our perpetrator so oppenly flaunt her p" ZARI SHE’S DONE NOTHING BUT OPENLY FLAUNT HER POSITIONS????

ALSO JULIA IN TH ACME SUIT REVEAL SHE’S SO CUTE

Man she whipped her head around so fast that her glasses slid all the way down her nose

Julia is just like “don’t fucking trust devineaux zari literally he sucks so bad”

CHIEF DID DEVINEAUX….i was gonna say dirty but honestly accurate

Wasn’t there a month when it was super popular to simp over the supervisor guy

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MMMM NO

The music SLAPS

“MORE CHILDREN” he’s so funny

She’s hiding how disappointed she is that shadow-san didn’t acknowledge her “belly of the beast” line sobs

QUACK QUACK

YEHEAHHH INFODUMP SECTION once again blown away by how this show is able to make anything child friendly they’re talking about LITERAL D-DAY AND WORLD WAR TWO WITHOUT MENTIONING…ANYTHING. NO NAZIS NO NOTHING JUST DUCK BOATS

If it quacks like a duck and floats like a duck THEN ITS A WITCH A WIIITCH A WITCH

But yeah anyway there again is carmen looking to shadow-san for approval about it heheh

That poor child is going to see some shit

NOT THE HORRIFYING GREEN DRAGON FLOAT THEY COULD NOT HAVE BEEN ANY LESS SUBTLE ABOUT THAT

“Its a beast” okay how about uhhh TIGRESS LE CHEVRE AND EL TOPO ARE STANDING ON IT

VILE trying to run those random people over is SO FUNNY

Also i feel like vile could have made that plan way easier. Like doing the float and duck boat could not have been easier than just smuggling them to the beach like. Normally

Him <333 when he has no further doubts about murdering shadow-san <333

WHAT IN THE HELL IS SHADOW-SAN CLIMBING ON THE GROOVES IN THE PAPER-MACHE BRICKS??

CARMEN WRECKING EVERYTHING AGAINKWHSFHGDFH

I love them bickering its so funny theyre just like. God yeah okay we’ll argue later but first lets kick some ass

Tigress eternal catgirl

MAN I DONT CARE IF THAT WAS FAKE ARMOR THAT HAD TO HURT SO BAD

“HAHA! “ “HOHO!”

“Teacher’s pet” okay ‘bossanova’

Fantastic fight scenes as always

Nah its just some random sinister unmarked green boat

HSDGDHGD YEAH GO SHADOWSAN

(mufasa voice) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THEY ARE  S O P P I N G

Legend has it shadow-san eyebrow is still going up

The grudging admiration as shadow-san gets engulfed by a giant duck

BRUNT RAGING IN THE BACKGROUND AS MAELSTROM CONTINUES BEING SILENTLY DISAPPOINTED IS THE BEST GAG IN THE SHOW

Or how about THE ONLY FLOAT IN RIO THAT CAN GO ON WATER

IVY AND ZACK DANCING IN THE DUCK COSTUMES ARE SO CUTE

Shadow-san youre going to end up adopting those children

“Team carmen” oh no ma’am we call it team red around here. Canon means nothing to us

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP SEEING THOSE GIANT SPARKLY PURPLE GEMSTONE AND GOING “uhhh its a rock”

Imagine waking up one day and rio has been randomly gifted HALF A BILLION DOLLARS

Carmen’s teensy tiny teacup

Lets make being at each other’s throats permanent <333

Okay so Ivy’s thingie is gone, so we have two options here. One, zack stole ivy’s thingie and threw it, then blamed it on her (doesn’t he like shadowsan?). TWO, IVY THREW IT BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T LIKE SHADOWSAN AND THEN SHE BLAMED IT ON ZACK which i think is the more likely and MUCh funnier option (also zack was TOTALLLY TATTLING ON HER)

“My crew my rules” only takes one arrest to turn into “MY CIRCUS MY MONKEYS”

God shadowsan and carmen have a fantastic dynamic together

Psh again with carmen never. Saying thank you or acknowledging anything ever. She got her emotional wasteland from shadowsan SAD /j

UGH you can SEE the conflict on his face- whether or not to tell her the truth. Its all just half truths but he’s SCARED

Carmen unknowingly leaning in and then checking herself…

Zari powerwalking across the street while julia is just like GIRL I CANT SEE

“Agent zari we keep making out in my dreams i know her face REAl well”

I like julia’s tiny hesitation. Zari is the senior agent, so she lets her lead across the street. But she also doesn’t jump at the chance to go. She takes a second, but knows what her job is

Also NINE LANES OF TRAFFIC agent zari KILLS it at crossy road

I love carmen’s look to the agents versus shadowsan’s. Carmen’s little smirk versus shadowsan’s disdain- shows the difference in perception between them

Gone With the Bus

Also julia’s gasp versus zari’s AUGH

I like how zari had to use the scanner to confirm that they were the same person like just. Look at the two pictures

People are constantly throwing evidence at julia that says carmen is working with vile and julia is constantly batting that evidence out of the air and spitting on it because she’s too gay

I mean it sort of gets to her I think. In Milan she tries to arrest Carmen but she changes her tune real fast

He’s been using that pen for. How long now

I LOVE THAT TRANSITION WITH THE PEN CLICK CUTTING TO BLACK ITS SO GOOD

Alright anyway these two episodes (hot rocks pt 1 and 2) took me my whole three and a half hour flight to analyze somehow. I guess I know why I get behind on them

ANYWAY yes so I love these two episodes. FANTASTIC setup for the rest of the episode and they introduce every major plotline that goes throughout the rest of the season beautifully. I’m so excited to see Julia in action more!!! Season 2 is my favorite season out of all of them so YEAHHH I’m so excited. Only a month left until summer and then I hopefully won’t get as behind on everything (fingers crossed)

#cs weekly #csweekly #carmen sandiego weekly #carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #btw if you didnt see hot rocks part 1 YES this is REALLY LATE SORRY