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bep1erfics · 1 year

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boysplanet trainees - lalala&okokok trend pt. 1

context 💌

‘lalala’ is the more outgoing, bubbly person while ‘okokok’ is the more laid back and chill one. for example you could even describe them as the talker & the listener!

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over me team ❗️

ricky: okokok 💿

- he’s more quiet & self reserved. LOVES SNACKING ISTG ANYWHERE HE GOES HE CARRIES 193837 snacks in his pockets tysm gyuvin

- when people talk, he listens with open ears

- he’s SO shy skdjdjdb, everytime he makes eye contact he looks the other way AND SHIFTS HIS EYES TOWARDS THE FLOOR 😭 protect this boy at all costs

jeonghyeon: lalala 🎀

- literally is ricky’s other half, GENIUS LEE OOPS omg i love leejeong hes so quirky

- the biggest extrovert ever, cries easily

- radiates the biggest babygirl energy, bffs with all the trainees on boys planet which i think is so cute 😭 i would literally die for jeonghyeon

zhanghao: okokok 💿

- this man is literally the smartest guy ever. he might be cute, but in reality he’s literally so self aware. probs has an iq of 394738

- gives off father vibes. YUJIN & OLLIE are literally his children, if you’re younger than him he’s automatically your dad

- he listens to everyone’s opinions and is the calmest person on the show after ricky 😭

kuanjui: okokok 🎀

- the most extroverted of all extroverts

- CAN LITERALLY BLEND IN WITH ANY FRIENDGROUP, lights everything up with his bubbly and courageous personality

- zhanghao’s bff, they’re like the cutest duo (don’t be mad haobin stan’s i think haobin is cute as well)

jay: okokok 💿

- man’s is an introvert as well

- chill but is SO EASY TO PISS OFF like when ricky missed his highfive on purpose? HE WAS PISSED LMAO

- i feel like he’s a good friend to others though, like he would def comfort you if needed

switch team 🍭

kamden: lalala + okokok 🍰

- HE’S THE AWKWARDEST GUY ON EARTH. you talk to him? he doesn’t listen, he literally spaces out like pou

- you would think he’s introverted but he’s an esfp?! kamden is an EXTROVERT?

- socially awkward and an extrovert… the more you know

keita: lalala 🎀

- CUTEST GUY, he literally also blends in with any friendgroup easily

- you could bicker with him and bc he’s so loud, you would automatically lose in a span of 2 mins. this guy would beat you up with his chatter

- HES CUTE POSITIVE LOUD i love keita

taerae: okokok 💿

- HES APART OF THE GYARUZ but is like the shyest of all shy people….. AFTER HIS TAEEEERRIAAAA HE LITERALLY SHOVED HIS FACE ON HIS BED I CANT DO THIS

- not with those two toned pants. it screams INTROVERTED

- he’s a grandpa. THE GUITAR???????? THE CLOTHES???????????????? he’s so grandpa coded

phanbin: lalala 🎀

- istg he’s such an outgoing person, so funny and talented I LOVE YOU PHANBIN

- YOU PUT HIM WITH JUNHYEON????? a mistake. YOU PUT HIM WITH WOONGGI????? a fight will break out. YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE? he dances like a literal legend

- gaslight gatekeep girl boss vote for phanbin

jongwoo: no comment i’m so sorry i’m not gonna do him… he needs to leave g group alone. the xenophobia IS NOT IT. 😒 sorry

shuaibo: NEITHER????? LALALA??!?!?

- you can tell he’s a really self reserved person, BUT THIS MIGHT BE BC OF THE LANGUAGE BARRIER IDK BUT HE LOVES HIS CAT AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS. 🐈

- ITS SO HARD BC mnet didn’t give him enough screentime but he’s a lovely person 😭 evil edits did him DIRTYYYYY, he’s so cute and bubbly but fr he wanted to go home ASAP during episode 11 he was literally sleeping 😅

- #zhangshuaibowewillmissyou

supercharger team 🐥

ollie: lalala 🎀

- cutest person ever (poor guy got e worded)

- loves to tease ricky, always screaming lovelicky (😭)

- he’s a bit introverted, but with the yuehuaz he’s the most cheerful person, chocolate in a human form 🍫

haruto: lalala 🎀

- LOUD, the mood maker of g group, he’s so funny 😭

- honestly has the best humour ever. HIS INSTAGRAM STORIES ARE SO FUNNY ISTG bro even tells us how often he 💩… tmi alert

- haruto is so goofy 😭 but yeah he gets emotional easily, poor guy

woonggi: lalala 🎀

- ANOTHER GOOFBALL. sassiest queen ever like we could be besties

- woonggi, seowon & taerae are literally so sassy i love it

- also can be friends with ANYONE he meets. YOU WALK INTO A ROOM WITH CHA WOONGGI? you walk out of that door twerking, screaming WOONGGI BOYYYY

(ollie was a victim of this.)

seowon: okokok 💿

- seowon is literally the calmer version of woonggi

- looks at everyone so endearingly it makes me sob how he got eliminated

- GYARUZ ON TOP

zihao: okokok 💿

- haruto’s husband, HE WAS THERE FOR HIM WHEN HE WAS FRUSTRATED DURING SUPERCHARGER 😭

- UMMM I HONESTLY DONT KNOW like zihao is all giggles if mnet gave him screentime we could’ve seen his more serious side

- on a side note, zihao seems like the sweetest person ever on boys planet 😭 farewell i’m so mad he got eliminated

takuto: lalala 🎀

- THIS GUY DOES NOT STOP TOYANAGA TAKUTO-ING

- oml he’s so clueless… LIKE YK WHEN HE LIFTED UP HIS SHIRT AND RICKY + SEONGMIN HAD TO HOLD HIM BACK FROM REVEALING HIS nonexistent abs

- he was such a bright person… BUT FR FAREWELL TO SUPERCHARGER TEAM YOU WILL BE MISSED

#boys planet #kpop imagines #boysplanet999 #fanfic #ricky boys planet #keita ciipher #cha woonggi #seowon #lee jeonghyeon #zhang hao #zhanghaoboysplanet #boys planet imagines #toyonaga takuto #shen quanrui #kim gyuvin #zhanghao x reader #boys planet keita #kim taerae

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romanarose · 11 months

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To the Rescue

Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sarah gets her period, and Joel is a bit lost.

Warnings: So much period talk. so much. Thats about it.

EDIT Gotdamn two requests for part two already and it’s been up a few hours 😂 part two it is! Maybe with smut 👀

Let’s see. Comment if you’d like to be tagged!

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You didn’t wanna assume anything… maybe he knew what he was doing. Maybe he was just trying to find a particular kind.

Or maybe the 30-something-year-old man was wandering lost around the feminine hygiene aisle overwhelmed because his wife, daughter, or sister sent him to buy some, and he had no idea what he was doing.

“Excuse me, sir?” You gently approach the nervous man. When he turns to you, wide-eyed and red faced, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is, soft brown curls framing a strong jaw and curved nose.

“Oh, ‘scuse me, ma’am.” He nods his head to you, and steps back, presumably to get out of your way.

You smile softly at him, trying to put him at ease. “No, no, you’re alright, I was just gonna ask if you needed any help?”

The man blushes harder at that, dodging your attempts to catch his eyes. He looks like he’s about to refuse, but reconsiders. Looking at the floor and shoving his hands in his pockets, he answers. “My daughter, she started… um… yeah. For the first time today… the nice cashier boy is an older brother of her friend so he let her in the employee bathroom, since apparently, they don’t have a public one.” The annoyance laced his voice, and it’s obvious it had taken a moment to get the poor young girl to privacy. He finally looks at you, not so much embarrassed, but more ashamed. “I should’a been prepared for this, but I thought… I thought I had more time, you know? She’s still a little girl to me, I guess I didn’t see it coming. So. Here we are.”

You nod, listening. “Are you able to contact her mom?”

Shaking his head, he looks away again. “She left when Sarah- uh, my daughter- when Sarah was two, I gave up tryna involve her in Sarah's life by Kindergarden- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping all this shit-I Mean, crap- on you.”

He was a southern gentleman, it seemed, not keen on swearing around women. You felt for him, you did. A single dad in this position wasn’t ease.

“I see, well, I’m happy to help, if that’s alright.”

An audible sigh of relief escapes him. “That would be great, thank you. I don’t wanna… well she’s already very embarrassed. The cashier was nice, but he definitely saw the blood on her shorts, and she’s pretty humiliated. You know, teenage boy she knows and all that… I don’t wanna make it worse.” He shuffles his feet. “I don’t wanna make her feel like this is something to be ashamed of, or that I’m grossed out. I’m not.” He glances at you before sighing again but keeping eye contact. “I just feel out of my depth that’s all.”

“I understand. This sort of thing can be confusing for adult women do. We learn new things all the time, what works better and what doesn’t. I don’t think anyone expects you to be an expert.”

With a shy smile, the young man extends his hand. “Joel Miller, pleasure to meet yuh, miss.”

You tell him your name, and get to work, not wanting to leave that poor girl waiting. “Any known allergies, Mr. Miller?”

“Please, you can call me Joel. And yeah, she’s allergic to latex.”

Nodding again, you move to a particular section. “Okay, good think I asked because some have latex. Here.” You give him a box of basic Kotex pads and a box of tampons. “This brand is latex free, and they are a good brand. Just make sure you check any new products if you get 'em. She probably won’t want to use tampons for a few years yet, but let’s get 'em just in case” You grab a box of larger ones. “And these are overnight pads, but the first day or two are always the heaviest each month, and if I’m being honest, I just use these the first day, even with a tampon.” Your face suddenly matches Joel’s blush. “Sorry, that’s probably TMI”

“No!” He reassures, wide-eyed. “I don’t mind, any information is helpful- uh- if you’re comfortable, of course.”

You can’t seem to stop smiling at him. “Yeah. I’m pretty open. Well, for me, my first two days are insanely heavy, and the tampons bleed through really quick, so if I’m at work it's better just to have a big pad on to prevent leaks. I think it’s safe to say she’s gonna like these while she is figuring things out.”

Joel nods, and you can tell he’s trying very hard to take in this information. He grabs another box of the over night pads, then looks at you. “Just in case”

“Okay, now, you said she bleed through her clothes right?”

Joel scrubbed his face. “Oh god, yeah, and they don’t sell clothes here, huh.” He sighs, before coming up with a plan. “That's okay” I’ll just wrap my jacket around her.”

“Here.” You toss him some baby wipes. “You go check out, I got some sweats in my car, I’ll grab them and meet you at the employee bathroom.”

His eyes go wide at that. “Oh! Oh no, miss, thank you but you don't have to-”

But you hold out a hand to quiet the handsome single dad. “I want to. And they are just shitty sweats, don’t worry for one minute.” Before he could argue, you leave him, and soon you return to the front where Joel is trying to get his daughter to open the door… but she’s refusing.

“Sarah, honey, it’s okay, it’s okay I’m just gonna hand you what you need-”

“No!” You can hear her yell from the bathroom, and you can’t imagine she’s older than 10.

You step up to the door. “Hey, Sarah? I’m a friend of your dads. I got some clean clothes for you, if you crack open the door I have a towel you can cover yourself with, and I can help you, or if they you think got it-”

The door unlocked, and Joel looked visibly relieved as you handed her the beach towel through the cracked door.

“Is this alright? I’ll keep the door unlocked and be in and out.” You assure him, and he agrees.

“I really appreciate all your help; I can’t say thank you enough.”

Sarah calls that you can come in, and with a towel covering her you show her the products and explain how to use them. You slip out again and lean against the wall looking at an anxious Joel.

“She okay? She good?” He asks you, the worry evident on his face.

You were quick to reassure him. “She’s alright, just embarrassed, but I managed to slip in that you were absolutely not weirded out and not nervous at all.”

“Already lying for me, huh darl’n?” He chuckles a bit, finally seeming to relax. “You really came to my rescue.”

You could stare at his soft brown eyes all day… “It’s alright. No one really prepares you for this as a dad.”

The smile on his face falls. “But I should’ve prepared myself, you know?” his large hand goes to rub the back of his neck. “I don’t want you to think I didn’t try, really. When her mom left I really tried to… you know… learn how to do both, the mom stuff and dad stuff.” Joel chuckled a bit. “I can throw a mean tea party.”

Smiling softly, you hope your face doesn’t show one of judgment. "I bet you can."

“But then she just got older so fast… ”

“How old is she?”

“10”

“Well, in your defense, that is a little earlier than expected.” You can see his eyes widen, so you’re quick to assure him. “Not too early! Any time between 9 and 16 I think is normal and healthy. 12-13 is the average though.”

He wouldn’t stop beating himself up about it. “I should’ve been prepared, but my ma died before Sarah was born and I work with all men so I just… didn’t have anyone to ask, and then I know I could probably look it up but I didn’t even know what I’m looking for, plus it’s the internet so I wasn’t really sure what I’d see-”

“Joel!” You stop him, laughing and putting a hand on him, hoping to cool his anxious over-explaining… he relaxes into your touch. “I have been getting mine for ages, and I still find myself getting caught off guard without products. You’re a good dad, okay? You’re trying your best, and from what I’ve seen, you’ve raised a lovely, polite young lady. You’re not gonna traumatize her because you didn’t have pads.”

When he smiles at you, you can’t help but fall into those puppy-dog eyes just a little bit more.

Sarah emerges from the bathroom, looking at the floor but trying to put on a brave face. You decide to leave them be, let them go home so the poor girl could rest and Joel could calm down.

“I’m going to finish my shopping, any more questions before I go, sweetie?”

She gives a light smile. “No ma’am, thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Joel?” You ask the girls dad, and he laughs as he shakes his head.

“Got about a thousand, but I’ll figure it out.”

“Dad” Sarah urges him to stop talking, so Joel does.

“Thank you, miss. I appreciate it.”

You say goodbye to both, and go to retrieve your shopping cart.

Meanwhile, Joel watches you leave, before Sarah speaks up.

“Who was that? She said she was a friend of yours, but you don’t have friends other than Uncle Tommy.”

“Hey now, little lady.” Joel looks down at her, but Sarah just gives him a look. “Fine, you got me. Just a nice lady helping a hopeless old man.”

“Well, she was nice. Can we go home? I think I deserve some of that candy you keep hidden away.”

“How do you know about that?”

“You fall asleep watching TV with your mouth full of chocolate.” Sarah then flops her head back, mouth open, imitating a loud snore.

Joel gently bonks her head, making the pre-teen giggle. “Alright I get your point, fine. Let’s go home.” Joel put his arm around his daughter, walking her outside as he carried the back of products and her dirty shorts.

When Sarah stuffed her hands into your large sweatpants, she felt something in the pocket. “Oh I hope he doesn’t need this.”

“What is it?” Joel hoped it was important so he had an excuse to find you and talk to you again.

Sarah handed him a business card. It had your name, and business and cellphone number printed on it, but it was the back that caught his attention. Written in blue ink, it said: “Call me, cowboy <3”

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First Joel with no smut XD

I was debating writing this or a dark!joel one shot, but christ, my dark joel series is *dark* so i needed to lighten myself up a bit.

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

IDK who else is reading none smutty joel so i guess im just tagging fen bc they read all my nonsense XD

#joel miller #joel miller hbo #joel miller reader #joel miller fem!reader #joel miller fem reader #fem reader #fem!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou hbo #the last of us #pre outbreak!joel #single dad!joel miller #reader #pedro pascal #joel miller fluff #tlou fluff

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cameronspecial · 9 months

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 7)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.6K

Summary: After a frustrating argument with his dad, Rafe goes to seek comfort in Y/N’s arms. This leads to him finally asking for the moment he has been waiting for.

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Y/N wakes up the next morning in the Camerons’ guest bedroom. She has a slight headache from the alcohol she drank the night before. She thinks about what almost happened with Rafe and is glad he pulled away. Now, being sober, she remembers what she saw at Midsummer and finds herself upset again. They never had a chance to talk about it. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door being opened. Sarah comes in with a glass of water and Tylenol. Sarah being 14 meant that Rafe forces her to stay at a friend’s house whenever he throws a party. “Rafe told me to bring this up to you,” Sarah tells her as she hands over the things. Y/N takes the medicine, “Thanks.” “No problem. The boys are making breakfast downstairs,” Sarah informs as she walks towards the door. “And Y/N, I’m sorry about Wilson.”

After a few minutes of lying in bed, Y/N finally makes her way downstairs and greets everyone at breakfast. Everyone eats with pleasant conversation. Sarah needed to get to the Trembley’s house to babysit the kids, so Mason offered to drive her, which left Y/N and Rafe alone to do the dishes. “So what does last night mean for us?” Rafe asks, handing over a wet plate for her to dry. Y/N takes the plate and starts to dry it, “Rafe, I appreciate you waiting to kiss me, but I saw you with Elizabeth at Midsummer and I know you know how I feel about her. I know that the unconscious part of you chose her because it would hurt me. So I can’t be with you right now. I need some time.” “Okay, I get that. I’m sorry that it hurt you, I wasn’t trying to. I want to be honest and tell you we did end up kissing last night too. But we only ever made out, it never went further than that,” Rafe confesses. This eases Y/N’s mind a little, but she still needs time to figure things out, “I understand, thanks for telling me. Since we are done, I think I’m just gonna go to the beach for a bit.” She places the dish towel back onto the oven railing and heads to the guest bedroom to get her stuff.

She gets her stuff, heading back downstairs to say bye. “Can I borrow Sarah’s bike to go home? If she needs it any time soon, she can just text me and I’ll bring it over to her,” Y/N asks. Rafe looks over his shoulder at her from the sink, “Actually, hers is being tuned up at the store, so you can borrow mine. I’ll pick it up next time I come over. It should be around back near the pool.” Y/N nods her head. “Cool, thanks. See you later.”

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Y/N got home safely and is now relaxing on the beach. She always tries to spend as much time here as she can during the summer because she feels at peace surrounded by water. She is relaxing on a water inflatable when Lacet finally makes her way to Y/N. “Look who is finally awake. It’s like three in the afternoon,” Y/N teases, shielding her eyes from the sun. Lacey groans, taking a sip from her coffee, “Shh, I still have a headache from last night. I never want to drink again.”

Y/N laughs at her friend’s misery, “I’ve heard that before. At least it sounded like you had fun last night.”

“You and I both know I like to pretend. This is totally tmi, but important to the story. I was on the toilet this morning because we both know that being hungover gives me the shits. But like I was looking at these recipes for different ways to make wellingtons and it got me thinking that we should have another girls’ dinner. Maybe tonight?”

“Oooh, I love that idea. I could go over some of my writing with you. I was able to write another chapter.”

“I cannot wait. I can make some mocktails for us. Because mama cannot do another hangover tonight. I’m gonna make a beef Wellington and a mushroom one.”

“Lol, I like the sound of that.”

“So, now that we have that out of the way. How are you feeling about Wilson?”

“I’m feeling better since last night. I mean I’m more hung up on the fact that he used me. Looking back on our relationship. I wasn’t really into him that much anyways. I think in a way, I was using him too.”

“Really? How so?”

“At first, I definitely do think that I liked him. But as I started to get to know him, I realized we weren’t good for each other and I should’ve ended it then. And yet, when I started to realize that maybe I didn’t hate Rafe, I pushed myself to be with Wilson because I didn’t want to admit it. We dated for a month, even though I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. I definitely don’t think that what I did was as bad as what he did because I did genuinely want to explore what we could be, but I wasn’t exactly perfect in the relationship either.”

“You are right. Using Wilson to ignore your feelings about Rafe wasn’t great. But at least, you recognize that. I bet you Wilson doesn’t even think he did anything wrong.”

“True. I just want to get past the whole thing though. And before you try to shift the conversation to Rafe. I’m really not ready to talk about where we are out right now. Maybe tonight after I’ve eaten some delicious wellingtons and mocktails.”

Lacey nods, knowing her friend just needs some time to process what she is feeling. The two girls spend most of their time in the water for the rest of the day. Only making their way to Lacey’s house when the sun started setting.

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The next day, Y/N is picking up some groceries for her mom. She rounds the corner of the aisle and accidentally hits someone else’s cart. “I’m so sorry,” she begins until she sees who she hit. “Oh, Elizabeth. How are you?” Y/N tries to be polite with the other girl. They may be rivals, but they are mostly civil with each other. “I’m pretty good. I’m sorry to hear about the break up though. What Wilson did was totally a jackass move,” Elizabeth replies sincerely. “Thanks. How are things going with you and Rafe? I saw you guys at Midsummer and he told me about you guys during the party,” she says, hoping to see if Rafe and Elizabeth’s stories match up. Elizabeth’s face turns into a slight frown, “Nothing really happened. We just made out both times. Honestly, I’m pretty sure he was just using me to distract himself from you.”

This causes surprise to cross over Y/N’s face. “Why do you think that?” she inquires with her head slightly tilted to the side. “Well, at Midsummer, I stopped making out with him because he groaned your name when I played with his hair. Then at his party, we were making out, when all of a sudden his phone started ringing. With the way he shut down the party after the call and from the rumours I heard, I’m pretty sure he dropped everything to go pick you up. Anyways I gotta go. Bye.” Y/N calls out a goodbye as Elizabeth walks away.

Rafe told her the truth after all. What is more interesting to the girl is that Rafe seems to have done the same thing she has done. She finishes up her shopping and heads back home.

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A week has passed since Y/N’s break up, which means that school is also bound to start up again in about two weeks. Rafe is sitting in the living room, watching some random show he isn’t really paying attention to. His focus is diverted to his dad as Ward walks into the room with a huff. “Tell me why I just got a call from Mr. Porter saying that if you don’t give his son a public apologize, then he will have no choice but to file a lawsuit against you for assault,” Ward gripes to his son. Rafe honestly thought nothing more would come from the punch because it had been a week since it happened. “He was an ass to Y/N. I had to make sure he knew what happens when he messes with her.” Ward runs his hand down his face, “God, I knew that girl would get you in trouble. I want you to give that public apology tomorrow morning. You are going to do exactly what Mr. Porter says because if you don’t, then I’m not gonna clean up your mess this time. Is this understood?” Rafe agrees with the statement. He knows Y/N would prefer he takes the peaceful way out of this situation.

He thinks the conversation is over, but his dad doesn’t get up from his seat on the couch. “I also want to know why I was sent a parent approval form from Marvin to sign, so you could start an internship with him,” Ward interrogates, his voice beginning to rise. Right, Rafe had forgotten to talk to his father about this before the paperwork was sent. “Well, Marvin and I were talking a few weeks ago about his law firm. He said he needed some extra help with some organizational stuff, so I offered to help,” Rafe begins to explain. “You wanted me to figure out how to do swim team, university work and an internship at Cameron’s Development, so I thought this would be a good trial run for university and Marvin thought the same. He said if I have any trouble with handling the internship and everything else, then it would be fine if I quit. Pre-law students are always looking to intern with him.”

Ward shakes his head in disapproval, “If you wanted to intern somewhere, you should’ve just come with me. I don’t understand why you would work at a law firm. It has nothing to do with development.” “I know you have this life plan for me, but I wanted to do something for myself once. I may have been given help from Marvin to get the job. But it’s something new though and I asked for myself. I want to be able to experience other things in life other than just the development company,” Rafe clarifies to his dad. “Whatever, I’ll sign the stupid paper, but I don’t understand why the fuck you would make that choice. Why can’t you just do as you are told?” Ward complains to his son, storming off toward his office. Rafe expected a screaming match to happen between the two of them, but this felt worse somehow.

Rafe keeps trying to do what his dad wants, but even when he thinks he has it figured out, he still disappoints his dad. Instead of feeling the normal anger that would normally radiate off of him after an argument with his dad, he feels this sadness that washes over him. His mom would always push him outside of his comfort zone and it was part of the reason why he offered to help Marvin. He thought his dad would understand that and be proud of him. But like always, Ward just wants to be able to control every aspect of Rafe’s life. Ward has this life plan for Rafe that he isn’t allowed to deviate from. Rafe knows Sarah doesn’t have to listen to what her dad plans for her life. He doesn’t understand why his dad puts all this pressure on him. Rafe feels like utter crap after that conversation and there is only one person, who he knows can make him feel better. She can be found in the Y/L/N residence.

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Y/N sits outside in the gazebo, reading her book in the hanging basket. She lifts her eyes from the page when she hears a knock from the screened door. “Hey, Y/L/N. Care for some company?” Rafe interrupts as he slowly opens the door. She could see his watery eyes, looking like he is going to burst at any second, “Of course, what’s wrong?” She immediately wraps her arms around the boy and buries his head into her neck whilst leading him to sit on the loveseat. “Why does my dad insist on controlling my life? Why can’t I just do things for myself without him questioning everything?” Rafe cries, feeling safe to now let himself be vulnerable with the girl.

Y/N knows this is always a source of upset for him. Rafe’s relationship with Ward will never be anything like Mason and Marvin’s. “I don’t know why your dad is the way that he is. But I do know that you are not at fault for how he treats you. He has issues that he doesn’t realize he needs to fix and that is not on you,” she tries to comfort.

“I know. It’s just last time we were fighting about how I didn’t want to join the uni swim team because I wanted to focus on school and my internship. And he absolutely blew up about that. Now, I want to do a trial run to see if I can find a balance between school, work and swim team and my dad isn’t proud that I’m trying. It’s like one step forward and twenty back. I don’t know how much longer of this I can take.”

It pains Y/N to hear how much pain is in Rafe’s voice as he explains it to her, “Why didn’t you tell me things were getting this bad?”

“Last time it got this bad, you were avoiding me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. But I’m here now.”

“I know, thank you. You are the one person that could’ve made me feel better right now, honestly.”

“I’m glad I can return the favour.”

Rafe smiles, knowing she is referring to how he took care of her after Wilson broke her heart, “Right, how are we feeling after that?”

The look in Rafe’s eyes tells Y/N that he is really asking how she feels about him, “I’m actually feeling great considering we only broke up a week ago. I think my heart was always set on someone else.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, that someone is ready for more. If you are ready too, of course.”

“Really? Would he maybe want a kiss? I wouldn’t want to take advantage of his vulnerability,” she jokes as she strokes his hair.

“He absolutely wants a kiss.”

Rafe removes his head from where it is buried in her neck and pulls Y/N into a kiss. His lips passionately move against hers and after a few seconds, his tongue makes its way into her mouth. She feels butterflies in her stomach and she hears him groan as she gently tugs his hair. Rafe removes himself from her lips and starts attacking her neck with kisses. She lets out a soft moan when he reaches her soft spot just under her ear, which causes him to grin and start to suck on the spot. Eventually, the two pull away from each other because of Rafe. He places his forehead on hers and looks into her eyes. They both have a soft grin on their lips. “Would you want to go on a date with me the day after tomorrow?” he whispers to her. They may have just been kissing, but he still is fearful that she will say no. She gives Rafe a quick kiss before answering, “Of course. I would love to.”

———

The next morning, Rafe gets up earlier than usual to make his public apology to Wilson. It wasn’t very public seeing as he was just instructed to go to Wilson’s and the only people there are Wilson, his parents and all of his dinner guests from that night. However, the Porters still had to make a ridiculously big deal about this and have Rafe make his apology on a makeshift stage and podium. “I am sorry for assaulting you, Wilson. I was wrong for doing so. You are an amazing person and the fact that my dirty and violent hands touched you never should have happened,” Rafe reads off of the cards that one of Porter’s employees is holding up for him. The group claps and Rafe zones out as everyone bustles about around him.

Once he is allowed to leave, Rafe makes a mad dash to The Wreck to meet with Lacey to ask her for help with his and Y/N’s date tomorrow. “I hope you know that you are paying for whatever I order. And I plan to order a lot,” Lacey notifies him, not even looking up from the menu as he sits across from her. Rafe laughs at her antics, “I don’t expect anything less. But I need your help with something for Y/N and mine’s date tomorrow, please.” “And what exactly does that help entail?” Lacey replies; this time actually diverting her attention to the boy. “I just need you to cook some things for me. I’ll make you a list of the foods and then you can give me the bill after you get the stuff you need,” he answers. “Okay, I can do that. Especially if it’s for Y/N. Now, let’s order and then we can talk about this more. Mama is hungry.”

———

Rafe picks Y/N up at ten in the morning. He told her he had a whole day planned out for them and he knew she is an early bird anyway. He is wearing gray flannel on top of a gray T-shirt with some jeans. When Y/N opens the door, Rafe just pauses and admires her beauty. Her purple sweetheart neck raglan sleeve sweater shows her collarbones, which have a golden heart-shaped necklace resting between them. Her black pleated skirt rest just above her knees and this causes his eyes to follow down her legs to her white embroidered high-top converse. He knows she embroidered the flowers onto them herself. Her fingers are littered with rings and her double ear piercing both have hoops in them. Her hair twisted back behind her head with a claw clip. Rafe notices she is wearing some light makeup; god, he wants to smudge that pinkish-red lipstick.

Y/N smiles softly at him and gives a tiny wave, “Hey, are you okay?” Rafe snaps out of his trance. “Yeah, just soaking in how happy I am to finally be taking you out on a date. Are you ready to go?” he admits whilst holding his hand out to her. She nods her head and takes his hand as she places her brown purse across her body. They get into his car and he drives off to their first destination.

———

The massive grin on Y/N’s face, when she sees the sign for Outer Banks’ biggest independent bookstore, tells Rafe that he is on the right track for their date and this causes his heart to swell with pride. He holds open the door and she practically runs into the shop. They randomly walk around for a little bit to start. The conversation only begins after Y/N sees the Percy Jackson books. “Rafe, these are my absolutely favourite books. I owe my love of reading to Rick Riordan,” Y/N gushes to him. Rafe loves how passionate she is about the books and how she is not afraid to show it, “Really? How so?”

Y/N's heart leaps at the genuine interest that Rafe is showing, “When I was a kid, I had a hard time learning to read. So I hated doing it. My parents tried getting me to read so many different books. I never really felt seen with any of them. But with Percy, I felt a connection with his character because of his dyslexia. His sarcasm and jokes made him relatable to me and I fell in love with reading because of it.”

“I never knew that you could connect to a character on that level. The last book I remember reading is the Harry Potter series and I don’t think I really felt that way about any of the characters.”

“Yeah, it feels kinda magical when you can. It really helps you immerse yourself in the story. I’m actually thinking about starting a YA book club. Maybe, you can join and you’ll find your connection.”

“I would love to join. You really have interesting perspectives on books and I would love to learn more. Plus, I think it would be fun to have reading dates together.”

Y/N is surprised that Rafe actually likes her idea. The excitement she feels about being able to show him some of her favourite books grows. The rest of the time at the bookstore is spent with Rafe holding Y/N’s stack of books she wants to buy, listening to her point out the books she has read or wants to read. He finds it adorable and it reminds him of a little kid on a scavenger hunt. It takes a lot of convincing from Rafe to get Y/N to let him pay for all of her books. He asks her to take the books out to the car, saying he thinks he forgot something in the store. He quickly locates the Percy Jackson series and runs it up to the cash register to pay. Rafe knows he could probably borrow the books from Y/N, but he wants it to be a surprise that he is going to read them.

———

The next destination for their date is Rafe’s kitchen, where Y/N finds all the ingredients she needs to make chocolate chip cookies on the island. “I thought we could make cookies for dessert for dinner,” Rafe announces to her. Y/N looks at him with delight, “Okay, but only if you let me take the lead.” “I will always let you take the lead,” Rafe confesses with adoration in his eyes. This causes Y/N’s cheeks to heat up.

Y/N’s back is facing Rafe; she is concentrating on mixing the ingredients, so she doesn’t notice Rafe scooping some chocolate chips into his mouth from the bag. She turns around to ask him something when she sees his cheeks puffed like a chipmunk and giggles. “Are you eating some chocolate?” she laughs as he nods his head with a guilty look on his face. “You really are just like a child. Come here, please. I need you to help me place the balls on the pan. You roll the balls and I’ll place them.” Rafe listens to her order and scoops some of the dough into his hand and forms just about the smallest ball she has ever seen. This causes some more giggles to fall past her lips. “Those are too small and it looks more like a cube than a sphere. Here, let me help you,” she instructs, wrapping her arms around his to help guide him with making the next ball. She directs his hands to the ball and helps him take some cookie dough into his hands. She places her hands over his as she helps him make the motion to make the balls.

Y/N is not going to lie; she gets a little distracted by Rafe, who smells like the salty sea air and a hint of chlorine. She pauses for a second and this causes Rafe to look down at her to see if she is okay. He smiles when he notices she is admiring his smell. She snaps out of the daydream and continues to help him form a golf ball-sized dough ball. Now, knowing how to make the balls, Rafe continues on his own. Y/N places the pan in the oven when all the balls are formed and they go to watch Clueless as the cookies bake.

———

Dinner is served picnic style on the beach, watching the sunset. Battery-powered lanterns litter the sand around the picnic mat to create light. It illuminates the spread of sushi, pasta, cheeseburger sliders and mini tacos; all of Y/N’s favourite foods and all cooked by Lacey. The couple gorges themselves on the buffet before they cuddle together on the beach, sharing the cookies they made together. “When did you think you started to fall for me?” Y/N ponders, taking a bite from the cookie and then handing it over to Rafe.

“You are going to call me a liar. But I think I’ve been slowly falling for you since we were five. I remember thinking: ‘She is totally wrong about who won the race, but I love how she isn’t afraid to fight back in her own way.’ Also, I found it funny how long you could hold a grudge. How about you?”

“That is totally a lie and such a cliche. For me, it is probably when you took me to McDonald’s after my first date with Wilson. You knew what I needed and what I liked without me having to tell you. I really appreciated that. You also did a bunch of things that Wilson didn’t even do for me on our date and I kept thinking about that.”

“No, it can’t have been then. It was so recent.”

“Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. It’s when I knew for sure though that I had feelings for you. Maybe I started unconsciously falling for you way before then.”

“Good. Because I want the book of you and me to be a really long one. So your chapters have to start before that.”

“Okay, whatever you want.”

“You’re cold. My swim team sweater is in the basket for you.”

“How did you know I’m cold?”

“Caring for you is my sixth sense now.”

Y/N untangles herself from his arms and goes over to the basket to put on his hoodie. He loves to see her wearing his number and last name on his back. One day, it’s going to be hers too. She goes back into his arms to cuddle for a little bit. After a while, he notices she is growing tired and they pack up to go back to her house.

———

Rafe is parked outside of her house, waiting for her to get out of the car. She doesn’t move, but instead turns towards him, “Can you sleep over? I don’t really want this date to end.” He tiredly smiles at her and turns the car off. They get into her room and go around getting ready for bed in sync. The scene felt perfectly domestic as they brushed their teeth together. He gets into the bed first and lets his arms wrap around her when she lies beside him. She rests her head on his chest and her eyes flutter closed, “Goodnight, Rafe.” “Goodnight, my rose,” he whispers, placing a kiss on her forehead before falling asleep.

———

Marvin and Cassie Y/L/N find their daughter in bed the next morning in the arms of Rafe Cameron. They are not surprised by the sight and are glad the two have finally gotten together. “You owe me a book,” Cassie mumbles as she closes Y/N’s bedroom door and they walk downstairs. Marvin lightly grumbles, “They really couldn’t have waited a year. I thought they would finally realize it in university.”

“Not them. They were meant to be.”

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ashironie · 10 days

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spoilers for tmagp ep 12. im making this on tuesday then relistening and adding more thursday.

i’ll be doing 2 in front of every thought i had on my second listen

Alex doing the title card? maybe a norris case? mayhaps?

2 Is getting of in relation to the bonzo lap dance turned dismemberment?

oh god.. first ep without a transcript… what the actual fuck are they saying

2 Oh thank god i have the transcript… sam actually got some rizz

celia and sam in the off room? i assume that’s why it’s so FUCKING ECHOY

2 Panting? man this guy is out of shape

2 awwww i kinda heard this part my first listen through </3. Alice unrequitedly loves Sam and Sam unrequitedly love Celia who unrequitedly loves Lena who unrequitedly loves Gwen who unrequitedly loves Alice (i don’t ship half these but it is funny to joke about imo)

2 SAM IS SUCH A CHARMER I NO LONGER WANT HIM TO DIE FIRST (sorry colin, looks like your up, and so is your time)

awwww, celam fans are gonna eat good with this one

my headphones are also broke so i can’t hear jack

ALICE YAY!!!!

2 something about alice makes tmagp 10x more understandable

aw but you love him for it :7

SHE IS JEALOUS!!!

he is so not over the institute, sam and alice are alike like that, he’s not over tmi she’s not over him

awwww alice stop being such a pessimist! like please do say it, i want sam to get out of this bullshit alive as much as you but like… yk

2 OH MY GOD “im sure celia would just love that” SALT IN THE WOUND SAM SALT IN THE WOUND!!! SHES IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU IDIOT DONT TALK ABOUT YOUR CRUSH IN FRONT OF HER!!!!

NORRIS!!! I WAS RIGHT!

norris sounds so robotic, i think i even heard him skip a bit. it’s either jonny is too much of a theater kid, or this is actually important to the lore. norris being less human, sounding less emotive, maybe a bit sad? hm? maybe a bit lonely?

2 the skip is on the words “Policy Number: 548651-656” and on “2024” or more specifically the numbers, which isn’t important in don’t think, but really does remind me of tts

fraud?? ooooooOooooOOOOooooo

ha “acting in good faith”

2 love the way Alex says dickheads, it’s so specific and so pointed

hey i know what a stag is!! i watch a british bitch give one to a 70yo! (its a bachelor(ette) party, im pretty sure)

a lunch box? OH MY GOD BONZO! IS IT BONZO OH MY GOD BONZO?

2 don’t you DARE insult my dear dear comic sans

YES BONZO!!! MR BONZOS ON HIS WAY HE WANTS TO STAY HE WANT TO PLAY!!!

wait why does lena want him murdered?

YES IT WONT TURN OFF!!!

wait cheer?

ew, i hate bonzo

ew…

HUG IT WHY ARE YOU HUGGING IT?

ohhhhh it looks not bad

JOEYS BOOTS????

OH MY GOD IS THAT WHO LENA WANTS DEAD?

OR THAT GUY WHOS STAG IT IS

2 “Just then the googly eyes turned to me,” im sorry but that will never not be funny. i am both disgusted by bonzo and think everything he does is hilarious.

oh god

ewwwwww

WHY ARE THEY LAUGHING? oh they didn’t know

wow dude i feel like that’s overkill bonbon

dut do

why is this SO visiral?

2 ugghhh i love the voice acting

His teeth are not soft

alex saying “bonzo…? bonzo bonzo?” is absolutely hilarious (although i don’t think it can top jonny’s “baaaaa”)

“none of us were left whole” WOW DUDE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKIN HAND?

AW SHIT

YEAH SUE EM! SUE EM TO HELL!

GWEN!

HAHA ALICE YES

AHHHH DYHARD MOMENT DYHARD MOMENT!!!

ALICE WAS SERIOUS!!!!

ALICE IS TRYING TO COMFORT GWEN AWWWWWWWW!!!

SERIOUS TALK!

THAT LITTLE GWEN LAUGH!!!!!

I WAS SO SCARED WE WOULDNT SEE GWEN

awww gwen getting her hopes up that alice isn’t fucking with her, so cute

YES!

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers

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unluckilyimnot · 2 years

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Characters: Mikey, Draken, Nahoya (smiley), Kazutora, Chifuyu, Rindou

You answered so fast it’s amazing, thank you ! Don’t worry, I choose the first that comes to my mind. Btw I'm reposting a lot bc tumblr is bullying me and won't show my stuff on #. Sorry about that

Mikey

when you arrive from the other end of the arcade with a big plush in your hands, he won’t get it first

he’ll hype you to death, telling how cute this is and how he loves it

“you do ? I win it for you in fact”

Mikey stopped working for like two seconds before hugging the plush to his heart

"You're so cute y/n!"

he cherish things that people he loves give him

he’ll never leave it

you can’t do anything better than giving him something to remind him of you

don’t forget to hug you too just after that, and tell you how much he loves it – and you

Draken

he’s the type to win something for you every time you go play arcade games

so this time you wanted to win something for him

you caught him out of guard for sure when you push the plush to his face after lightly tapping his shoulder

he looks at you as if you’re some alien before asking what you’re doing

“it’s for you dumbass”

he would blush aaaah before smiling kindly to you and take it

outside he’s just gonna pat your head and mess up with your hair, but behind closed door he would hug you to death

Nahoya (Smiley)

he’s not surprised anymore honestly

he knows how much you love arcade and you always come to his place with something for him

he’s always welcoming and loves everything you give him !

he has a corner in his room just for all the stuff you brings him and can stare at it for hours when he miss you

he changes plushies every night so he sleep with all of them, but he doesn’t really tells you that

he loves it more than he tells you but he’s extra affectionate when you come back with another plushie so you kinda realize it

loves it when you win things for his brother too :(

Chifuyu

you m've never broken his dream like this ever

he wanted to impress you by winning one for you

but he kept on losing and being ridiculously angry about it

so you push him slowly and did your best to win one

you were sure that he wanted it for himself and you couldn’t stand his angry/sad face

so as soon as you got it, you turn to him and give it to him with a big smile

his heart stopped, I’m not kidding

probably find you as adorable as dense to not figure out it was for you

but still keep it and sleep with it since that day

Kazutora

Probably isn’t use to receive gifts at all

the simple fact that people are kind with him is probably enough for him to be emotional

so when you met up with him for his birthday and give a plush to him, you wanted him to know that you didn’t just “buy” it, but that you kinda worked for it

the little tiger in the bag seems even more important now and he’ll be the happiest baby ever

hug you so tight he might choke you up but he’s just happy

for the gift and to have you

same as Chifuyu, he’ll sleep with it

or keep it with him on his desk at home (I do this lslsls)

Rindou

the first one to win the plush wins and you certainly don’t wanna lose

you two aren’t dating so he wanted to impress you and win you a plush

turns out you win it first and force him to abandon ‘cause, bro, you win so stop

he’s a blushing mess bc you’re so cool ?? and cute with your victorious smile he can’t help but turn his head so you won’t see his red cheeks, the cute plush in his arms already

you did, and teased him a bit, but you’re in reality dying inside bc Rindou Haitani is blushing bc of you and you weren’t ready for that

TMI ! Regarding Kazu’s part, the plushies people gave/win for me are around me when I work. One of my friends recently made me two crochet whales, a mother and her baby, for my birthday bc it’s my favorite animal ! I also have a Toothless from my ex boyfriend always with me. I’m not a person who has a lot of plushies but those are important to me.

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famous dc!au (dick's version)

TRACK SIX: YELLOW

Maybe—no you couldn’t call Dick and cancel. It’s the Grammys! He’s up for an award tonight and he needs to be there. Of course your stomach isn’t agreeing with you and you’ve been rumbling and stressing about what to do whether or not to call him.

The outfit is beautiful. And you’ve done your makeup as well as you can with this sick feeling gnawing at you for hours now. All that was left was for Dick to come over and pick you up. Then the two of you would be on the way there. If you’d make it there without letting out any bodily fluids. Yuck.

There’s a knock on your front door and the noise of it kind of gives you a headache. You walk slowly to answer it, knowing exactly who it is. When you unlock and open the door there he is. He’s not in his suit though. Its dropped over his shoulder in one of those fancy clothing bags.

“Dick?” you ask.

He smiles, “Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, I mean well—do you want to come in?”

You open your door wider and Dick walks in. You close the door behind him.

When you turn around to face him you see that he’s found your assortment of teas and gatorades. He’s already set his suit down on the coffee table. He looks at you quizzically.

“Rough night?” he asks.

You sigh, “Yeah that’s what I wanna talk to you about. I don’t think I can make it tonight.”

Dick stands there, looking at you. You think you might’ve broken him. Like actually broken him and he can’t say words and he’s freaking out because he reserved a plus one and now he’s showing up with no one and it won’t look good on him. And he might lose the award because who knows how these things even work really?

“Hey, don’t worry about that. Tell me what’s going on with you.” he says.

You shake your head.

“I’m sorry, last night my stomach was boiling and growling but nothing has, I don’t know, come out. Sorry, that's tmi.” you answer.

Dick laughs at that and then he’s walking over to you. He comes so close there is probably one two feet of distance between you. He grabs your elbows and you can feel his thumbs going back and forth on your skin.

“I’m really sorry to hear that, but we can figure something out. I’ve got the car so I can pick up anything you need.” he says.

“I guess you can pick up some more gatorades and I ran out of bottled water so I’ve been on tap. You should still have time to get to the awards.”

Dick looks at you like you’ve stopped making sense. Like actually. His eyes are a bit wide but not too wide. And his eyebrows are knitted together.

“I’m not gonna leave you here alone.” he says.

Like it's a fact. Like it's something you should know by now.

You reach out for his shoulders.

“I’m not gonna let you miss an important night because I’ve got a stomach bug or something.” you say.

Dick smiles, “If I was meant to have the award they’ll still give it to me even if I don’t show up. Don’t worry.”

You are about to talk him out of it when another achy headache starts. You reach for your head and shut your eyes. Dick brings you closer to him and watches over you.

“I’m gonna get the stuff and come back. Get on the couch.” he says.

But he’s not really saying and more so ordering and maneuvering you over to the couch himself. When you take a seat you let out a breath of relief. He puts a pillow behind your head for your comfort and brings up a knitted blanket over your body.

“My keys are in the bowl.” You tell him.

You can finally hear him answer but honestly the coach feels too good and honestly the dress isn’t that restrictive so you can definitely take a little power nap in it.

Dick can’t believe the first thing that came out of his mouth was ‘how are you’ and not ‘you look breathtakingly beautiful’ or something quick witted. Around you he turns into putty. A sad sack of a lover boy. He can’t believe it.

And seeing you sick was even worse. He wanted to drop all of his plans right there to take care of you but he couldn’t. That would most likely freak you out and no doubt tip you off to his feelings which he’s not ready to talk about yet. He thinks if he tells you how he feel you’ll run for the hills.

So that’s why he’s standing in the soup aisle of the grocery store near your apartment. There were so many options. Options that he had no information on. He didn’t really get to ask what type of soap you like. There were safe bets like chicken noodle soup, lentil soup. But what if you didn’t eat chicken? Or if you didn’t like lentil? Tomato soup sure, but what if you had allergies? Clam Chowder? What if you’re a non-dairy person?

He sighs. Then he pulls out his phone from his pocket and dials the only person who knows what soup would be satisfactory at this time.

“Master Grayson?”

“Yes Alfred, do you know what soup is good for stomach bug?” Dick asks.

“Oh I think chicken and vegetables. If not that Miso soup.” Alfred answers.

Dick nods his head, placing his phone in-between his ear and his shoulder. Then he’s reaching for the canned miso soup and the vegan chicken noodle soup, and the non-vegan chicken noodle soup. Just incase. He places all three into the basket.

“So you won’t be going to the show tonight?” Alfred asks.

“Nah, Alfie. Can’t.” Dick says.

“Sorry to hear that. Well, give the patient my best wishes.” Alfred adds.

Dick hears the phone disconnect before he can say anything. He thinks it was weird that Alfred knew it wasn’t him the was sick. But then again the man has taken care of him for so many years he would know if Dick was sick or not.

Dick rushes to the self-check out with a basket full of gatorade, soup and a gallon of water. He would splurge on more but he doesn’t want to push any boundaries. So he goes with what you asked him to get.

When Dick finishes, loads the bags into his car, and sits in the drivers seat he feels it. It’s a certain kind of peace. Even though tonight is supposed to be more stressful than any other night for him, he’s okay. Because he’s not going to the awards, he’s staying with you. Now if only he could convince you of it.

When you wake up it’s to the sound of glasses clinking. You open your eyes and see the image becoming clearer and clearer. It’s Dick. He’s still in his normal clothes, but he has a tray in his hands with a bowl of soup, a bottle of gatorade and a glass of water. You take a chance and look at the clock on the wall. Seven fifteen. Seven fifteen!

“Dick you’re not gonna make the red carpet!” you say.

Dick sets the tray down. That’s when you realize the bag with his suit is not on the coffee table anymore.

“I’m not going.” he says.

You look at him wildly, “Dick you got me a dress and you brought your suit! You’re going!”

“My suit is in the car and you’re sick, so you’re not going which means I’m not going. We can watch from here.” he answers.

You don’t understand him at all. This was one of the most important nights of his life and he was wasting it away with you? You reach for the bowl and then you think about pricey dress you’re sitting in. You get up from the couch slowly, Dick waiting with a helping hand.

“I’m gonna change.” you tell him.

“Do you need help?” he asks.

You look at him funnily, “I can dress myself Dick.”

“No I meant—you’re right you can I just know the zipper can be hard.” he rambles.

You laugh at his reaction and then turn with you back facing him, “Go ahead.”

You hear him come up behind you. And you can even feel his breath hitting your neck, it’s warm. You shut your eyes for a moment waiting to feel his hand on your skin. When you do you let out a hitch in breath.

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod your head, not trusting your voice. He pulls down the zipper, you feel like he’s going so slow but maybe it’s the sickness and the nervousness combined into one that makes you feel like every second that drags on is a million heartbeats.

When the zipper reaches the end, Dick squeezes your shoulders. You hold the dress in the front with your arm and turn around.

“Thank you.” you say.

“No problem.”

He’s just about to turn away from you but you stop him. With your hand on his arm. He looks down at where you two are touching and then back up at you.

“I mean it, thank you.”

Dick just smiles at you.

#dc x you #dc x reader #dc imagine #dick Grayson x you #dick Grayson x reader #dick Grayson imagine #dick Grayson fic #famous dc! au (dick's version)

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satans-helper · 3 months

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Smother the Flame in Your Heart - Part XIV

Read previous parts here or read on Ao3

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Word Count: ~3500

Warnings: vampire stuff, you know how it is;)

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“I really don’t know how else to explain this to you,” Sam said to Josh. They had been sitting outside in the same patio chairs that Jake and Danny had been sitting in on the night of their birthday celebration, and Sam was completely exhausted. He missed Danny desperately. But he also felt perhaps just as much red-hot rage and betrayal so strong that it blew through him like a tornado.

“Samuel, just saying something is something doesn’t make it true,” Josh countered, small enough to lift his legs up and cross them in the chair. “Just saying Danny is a vampire isn’t going to make me believe it.”

Sam groaned, tipping his head back to look at the blazing sunset for a few seconds instead of his brother’s disbelieving face. He actually hadn’t expected Josh to be such a hard sell–Josh loved mythology as much, if not more, than his twin, and was always full of whimsy, always creating stories and lore of his own.

“I told you, Josh,” Sam whined, snatching the pack of cigarettes that was sitting idly between them. He’d never smoked so much in his life apart from the past four days. “The hickies, Danny avoiding you–that’s stuff you saw firsthand. I’ve felt his fangs in me, I get to see them all the time. Those are real. He drinks blood for fuck’s sake, and he has to drink it to stay alive.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“What, like I’m gonna take a moral stance against a fucking hot as fuck vampire who actually doesn’t kill people?” Sam snorted with a cigarette in one hand and the lighter in the other. “Yeah, right.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” Josh said, taking the pack back for his own indulgence. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around it, that’s all. How have I been alive for this long and not known vampires are real?”

“Danny always stresses that it’s not glamorous,” Sam supplied, and saying his name again had his heart turning wistful and sore. “Like I said before, he refers to it as a disease. He’s been infected and it’s just something he has to deal with, but he doesn’t wanna hurt anyone. I’m sure he’s not alone in trying to be stealth.”

“Does he hurt you?”

Sam shook his head while he took a drag. “Fuck no. I fucking love it.”

Josh snorted. “I should have known. You’ve never once looked…hm. Turned off by him, I suppose I could say.”

Sam’s cheeks flushed. “TMI, Josh. Sorry.”

Josh gave a wave of his hand. “Nah, fuck it. He’s hot, Sammy. Anyone can see that.”

Sam narrowed his eyes behind the smoke and stared at his brother. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t get any ideas. Jake’s bad enough for–” He stopped, fingers going limp as they held the cigarette, not sure what he was even accusing Jake of.

“Bad enough for what? You don’t think they’ve fucked around, do you?”

The incredibly brief blip of that image sent Sam’s heart into a wild frenzy, his mind reeling, the smoke in his lungs acrid. “No, I know they haven’t. Danny would never. He said he just wants to be friends.”

“Also fair.”

Sam sighed, physically too exhausted to get worked up into his own frenzy. “So, since Danny got ‘infected’ or however you want to say it, he’s isolated himself. He’d go out to feed, y’know, because he had to, and he has his job and his family. But that was it.” He took another drag, not entirely ignoring how his hand was shaking a bit. “He didn’t know how to tell anyone. Like, of course no one would believe him, right? You don’t.” At that, Josh shook his head, but Sam went on: “And then we found each other and it’s been great. And maybe I’m being selfish because, fuck it, yeah, a part of me wants all of Danny all to myself all the time. But I know he deserves friends and he and Jake get along really well, but–shit. Why’d they have to fucking lie to me, Josh?”

Josh was silent, face contemplative with his eyes cast out, looking into the trees and the sky for a few moments, then he said, “All I can say right now, Sammy, is that Danny loves you like a motherfucker and it sounds like he was a little scared and unsure of how to navigate all of this. As for Jake, you know he’d never do anything to hurt you. He’s just–” Another, shorter pause as Josh waved his hand in the air, searching for the word while Sam searched his face. “He’s a romantic. And you know how much he loves vampires. To him, I bet it seems like you hit the jackpot and he can’t even get a scrap of leftovers.”

“Yeah, well,” Sam began, looking down at the ash he tapped from his cigarette. “Danny’s mine. Sucks to be Jake, I guess.”

“Sam. We need to take this in stride. Jake is your brother. Yes, he should have done more than just hint to you by reading Dracula in front of you,” Josh said with a quiet chuckle. “But put yourself in his place for a second. I have a feeling you’d also be trying to covet a secret friendship with a vampire, too.” He leaned over to elbow Sam in the arm. “Hello, Sammy! You were already doing that.”

“It’s Danny’s secret, not mine. I wasn’t just gonna tell you guys.”

“Well, did you talk more with Danny about that after your birthday trip? It sounds like you wanted it to be a secret more than he did.”

Sam’s shoulders slumped; he flicked ash from the cigarette again and gave a simple but despondent, “Not really.”

“Ah. Perhaps that’s worth considering,” Josh replied, gently jostling Sam’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay, but you all have to make it okay. I also bet Danny is dying to see you right now.”

“Yeah.” Sam let the silence stick around, smoking some more, letting the acrid smoke fill his lungs some more, until a little alarm rang in his head. “Oh fuck,” he sputtered, that smoke spewing from his lips. “He hasn’t–shit, he hasn’t fed in so long.” The explicit thought being, Danny could actually be dying.

“How long?” Josh asked, Sam not even fully looking at him as he sprung to his feet and grabbed his phone from the deck banister. “How long can he go?”

“About a week,” Sam replied, hitting the call button beneath Danny’s name on his screen. “A week on average. Sometimes a little longer, but not much.”

“How long has it been?”

Sam stamped the cigarette out in the ashtray so hard the whole thing skidded off the table and onto the deck floor, gray ash puffing into the air. “Longer than that.” He could see now how selfish he’d been about all of this, but not even realizing Danny had gone so long without blood made Sam want to die himself. Danny also, Sam knew, wouldn’t go out for a stranger again. Not after he learned how much it hurt Sam, how much Sam begged, what they ended up having together. No, Danny would just let himself starve to simply not bother anyone else, Sam especially.

“No answer?” Josh asked, glancing up from his kneeling position on the wood, trying to scoop whatever ash he could back into place.

Sam huffed and dialed again. “No.” It rang and rang and went to voicemail again. He locked his phone and started to charge back to the house. “I gotta go over there.”

Not a second passed before Josh said, right behind him, “I’m coming with you, Sammy.” Sam kept moving, gathering his keys, putting on shoes, frantic and frazzled until a small yet strong hand found his arm and made him steady. “He’ll be alright,” Josh said, and though the statement was admittedly a little comforting, Sam couldn’t fully believe it.

“I’d love it if you could help me,” Danny told Jake, looking at his neck, his bare arms and wrists–the parts of his body that were visible and that Danny could bite. The parts he did want to bite and drink from, not even to test his taste theory or because he was attracted to Jake, but because he really was so desperate. “But if we did that, Sam would hate me and then, not to be melodramatic or anything, but I really wouldn’t have much of a reason to live.” Not since the beginning of his new life as a vampire had he ever been so depleted–completely empty and clinging to life. But there was no way in hell he was going to betray Sam any further.

Jake let out a long, slow breath with a matching slow nod. “Okay. So let’s call Sammy, right? At the very least, you guys need to talk.”

Danny nodded too, grabbing his phone from the end table beside the couch. He’d had it on mute all day and had hardly looked at it, since each time he did he just wanted to reach out to his boyfriend over and over. A cold chill ran down his spine when he saw the missed calls from Sam, all from just a few minutes prior.

“He’s been calling me,” he told Jake, putting the phone to his ear after he hit “call back.” On the second ring, Sam picked up the call, a quick blurt of Danny’s name punctuated with a question mark coming in past the sound of wind. “Hey, Sam,” Danny said, sitting forward on the couch, legs bent straight, feet against the floor, while Jake shifted next to him, positioning himself the same way.

“Thank god you’re alive,” Sam said. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Danny–I didn’t even realize how long it’s been. I’m on my way.”

Danny’s instinct led him to thoughts of, You don’t have to, it’s okay, don’t worry about it, take all the time you need, but no–fuck that, he concluded. “You’re my hero,” he said instead, smiling a little and nearly forgetting Jake was even next to him. “My white knight. You know I just wanna see you though, right? It’s not about–”

“You need it, Daniel, and I want you to have it from me.”

Danny became more aware of Jake again; he glanced over at him picking at the label on his beer bottle and watching Danny right back. “I always want it from you. I always want you.”

“You’re gonna be fine, Danny. Promise. We’ll talk more after,” Sam told him. “I’m almost there. Josh is with me, by the way.”

Danny swallowed. “That’s totally cool. Um–Jake is here.”

An unsettling pause festered for a long moment before Sam said, “Oh, he is? Great. That’s–fuck. Did you–”

“No. Nothing,” Danny interrupted. “We’ve just been talking. He was worried.”

Sam sighed. “Fine. I really don’t want to see him right now but–it’s fine. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Soon,” Danny repeated. “Thank you.”

More unsettling silence–foreign to Danny when he was normally with Jake–settled in the apartment. Thankfully, the wait was short and soon enough, his buzzer went off; Danny got to his feet again but, also again, found himself wobbly and lightheaded. Jake hopped up and placed gentle hands on his shoulders, easing him back down onto the couch.

“Just sit,” he said, voice soft, even a bit weak–Danny didn’t doubt Jake was also feeling guilty now. “I’ll let them up.”

“I should give Sam my spare keys,” Danny said, embarrassed that he hadn’t offered them any sooner. They’d just always come to his place together. Perhaps those keys would be one step in the road to making up with his boyfriend.

“He’d like that,” Jake said, who stayed idle by the door, letting his body relax against the wall while his face looked anything but. It was odd for Danny to see him that way; then again, Danny could imagine how odd he looked too, all drained and debilitated.

After being buzzed up, no knock interrupted the dreadful silence that had resumed–Sam just burst through the door, blazing right past Jake while Josh trailed behind him, and Danny barely had time to blink before his beloved was right in front of him. Sam sank to his knees in front of the couch, hands resting on Danny’s thighs as he looked up at him with far more worry and care than Danny had been expecting to receive right away.

“Fuck. Fuck, Danny, I’m so sorry,” Sam said, grimacing and taking one of Danny’s hands in his.

Danny chuckled. “Do I really look that bad?”

“You look sick,” Sam said, unable to be any more descriptive than that. Before he’d realized how long it had been since Danny had fed, he’d been prepared to eventually approach him with guns blazing, with the rage and self-righteousness he was so comfortable with. All that changed once he realized the situation and his feelings softened further when he got Danny on the phone; but being right in front of him and seeing the pale skin, hollowed cheeks, the bruise-like half moons beneath his eyes and dry lips alarmed Sam so badly that he knew he had just as much to feel guilty about. If not more.

“Hey,” Josh said, just loud enough to break both Sam and Danny’s focus. “Jake and I are gonna go for a walk. We’ll come back and talk?”

Danny nodded; Sam huffed and turned back to him as he said to his brothers, “Don’t rush.” When the door shut and they were in the clear, Sam got up and planted himself right in Danny’s lap, hands on those usually strong but now slumped and deflated shoulders. “Okay, let’s go. And before you say it, don’t say it.”

Danny felt better just being able to touch Sam, though the hunger undeniably remained. It even grew with Sam on top of him, his scent all up in Danny’s face, his skin so smooth and perfect looking, then warm beneath his hands as Danny gripped Sam’s arms. “Say what?”

“Say ‘are you sure?’”

“Well–”

Sam grabbed a fistful of hair from Danny’s nape and gave a warning tug. “Nope. I’m not playing that game today, Daniel.” He brought his neck closer to Danny’s mouth. “Drink up.”

Finally wise enough to not question anything further, Danny did. He hugged Sam into his body, brushed his hair back and sank his teeth into that beautiful neck. He was so overwhelmed by finally being able to hold his boyfriend again, smell him, taste him again, that he didn’t care about the brutal “hickey” that would be leftover or how they even got to this point in the first place. He just breathed and tasted, drinking up his fill of warm, sweet, unbelievably delicious blood from his unbelievably incredible boyfriend.

Sam didn’t really care either at the moment. He closed his eyes and hugged Danny right back, sighing and relaxing as he sucked as much as he needed, always so careful to never go even slightly overboard. It might have been weird–even downright messed up–but Sam felt safe when they did this. He wanted Danny to feel the same way. So he kept holding him tight as Danny slurped the last little mouthful, then licked and kissed the bite marks until they faded.

“So are you okay?” Sam asked once Danny pulled back. His neck burned as his skin always did once the biting and bloodsucking was over, but his heart burned even hotter.

Danny sighed through his nose as he licked his lips. He finally felt warm and sort of full–relieved and safe physically, but still unsteady emotionally. “I don’t know. Are we okay?”

Sam slid off Danny’s lap and sat beside him instead, suddenly feeling quite debilitated himself. “I don’t know.” He looked over at the beer bottle that had been left behind by his brother. “What’s been going on with you and Jake?”

“Not really anything, honestly, Sam,” Danny said, reaching for his own neglected beer. “I didn’t think so anyway. I just–it’s like I told you. I was worried he’d lose interest in being my friend if the secret between us died so fast, you know? Like, I just wanted to keep a little intrigue. A little mystery.”

“Danny, what’s more intriguing and mysterious than just being a fucking vampire?” Sam countered, taking the beer for a sip of his own after Danny drank. “I don’t get why it needed to be a secret for you two.” He saw the hurt in Danny’s face and continued: “But I don’t think I made things very easy for you. I was the one who was adamant about everything being secret from everyone and…and that wasn’t fair to you.”

Danny sighed. “Thank you.”

“I just didn’t want you with anyone else anymore. Anyone else, including my brothers.”

“I have no interest in being with anyone else.” Danny chuckled and took the beer back. “Why do you think I’ve been fucking starving lately?”

Sam lunged forward to plant a kiss on Danny’s forehead, cradling his face in his hands. “You’re a good boy. I know. And I’m a fucking selfish asshole.”

Danny shook his head, taking Sam’s hands in his own. “We’ve both been a little selfish. We can work through that. Right now, I’m more worried about you and Jake.”

Sam flopped back with a loud sigh, gangly limbs draping themselves over the half of the couch where Jake had been sitting. “Yeah, me too. But I’m pissed at him. Don’t I have a right to be?”

“You do,” Danny agreed, knowing the road to success for everyone was placating Sam above all else. “I think there’s some things he wants to explain to you. But I can tell you now that he never meant any harm.”

Sam believed that. Jake and Josh and Sam had never been anything but loyal, ride-or-die best friends and brothers since they were kids, no matter how many fights they had throughout the years. Sam would prefer to hash things out with fists than words, but he knew that wouldn’t work this time. Still, when the twins returned and Jake started explaining his side of things, hearing that he had feelings for Danny made it very difficult to not start throwing punches. That was an even worse secret. It proved Sam’s hunches had been right and made Jake to be even more of a traitor in his mind.

Hands clenching into tight fists while Jake spoke, Sam was so hurt and angry he was mostly speechless, only sparing a few grunts of disapproval and scoffs. Jake looked hurt too, with sad, dark eyes that pleaded for his brother to just take it easy on him, not even necessarily forgive him. Beside him, Danny kept one hand on Sam’s thigh as if to try and keep him from springing up and lashing out; but as much as Sam felt that urge, he also still felt exhausted. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t a teenager anymore–he had to remember that if there was one thing he could never control, it was how other people felt. It wasn’t Jake’s fault he had a crush on Danny. It wasn’t Danny’s fault either. It wasn’t Danny’s fault he was a vampire. But it was Sam’s own fault for being so demanding and harsh, for trying to box his boyfriend in and for making it even harder for those secrets he hated so much to be revealed at all.

“I just like vampires,” was what Jake concluded with, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, looking down and fiddling with the fibers of the carpet. “I like Danny too, for more reasons than just that. I’m really sorry I crossed a line, Sam. And Danny, too. Sorry to both of you.”

Sam let all of Jake’s words linger for a minute while he let his breathing slow. With another sigh, he sat forward, hanging his arms between his knees, and looked at his brother as he said, “I love you, Jake. Just stop fucking flirting with my boyfriend.”

Both twins’ faces relaxed at that, but Josh was the first to actually laugh. Jake laughed next, quieter, and nodded while he replied, “Okay. I can do that.”

“You have to admit it, Sammy,” Josh chimed in, and Sam knew it must have been excruciating for him to stay silent this whole time. “Danny really is quite alluring.”

“I admit that freely,” Sam said, giving his boyfriend a grin before turning back to his brothers. “But he’s mine.”

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grey-lark · 10 hours

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Hey! Just a wellness check up. You haven’t been around much in awhile. I hope you’re doing okay. 🙂

Hi! Thanks so much for checking in - it really does mean a lot that people are sticking around despite me being so inactive.

I'm honestly I bit torn between 'that's TMI' and people should be honest about their mental health to answer this, but I've had a few drinks so I think I'm gonna go with the second.

Overall I'm fine! But I have been in a "funk" for a while. And I really thought it was just a "funk". I lost my hyperfixation for Stranger Things, but I wasn't worried because these things come and go and the second part of S4 disappointed me anyways.

But then I started losing other interests, then I realized that nothing was really replacing them. So while I was doing fine, I was also just doing fine. I wasn't going out or taking any real initiative in anything.

After talking with people close to me I realized this was a ~symptom~ and realized that I could be, and deserved to be, more than fine. (Sorry, Indigo Girls) I also realized that dropping my creative writing - something I was super invested in and passionate about - was actually a big red flag.

Good news is I connected with a psychiatrist and am in the process of making an appointment to actually go in and discuss/diagnosis what's going on and get started on tailoring a medicine and therapy course.

Super sorry to sort of dump all this here, I've tagged it as 'personal' if this something you'd rather avoid. I totally get that - I also tend to be of the opinion I just want to know writing stuff from people I follow for writing. But I also wanted to be transparent and give people an update on what's going on and why there's been this huge dead zone in communication.

(Also, maybe I'm journaling/screaming into the void a little bit. It is tumblr after all.)

Thanks again to everyone whose stuck around this long - you are all awesome, and I cannot tell you how much I appreciate how supportive you all have been!

#personal

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leoluved · 2 years

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Could you do headcannons for Steven with a reader who maybe just got dumped? Please? I could use some fluff :(

steven + comforting a heartbreak

summary: a postcard with a location you and ex have been to brings you to tears, alerting the cute gift shop clerk nearby. warnings: mentions of a breakup, language, no pronouns, no use of y/n, one mention of reader wearing makeup, i never proofread as always, n i think thats it other than steven being adorable word count: 755

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- Your partner had decided that for some reason it would make perfect sense to dump you where you had your first date. How ironic.

- That wasn’t the problem, you supposed the relationship took it’s course and it wasn’t the end of the world. The worst was that they had left you in your favorite exhibit. Now the exhibit would be forever tainted.

- You were pretty stable, emotionally, or so you thought. It wasn’t until you were walking out and reached the gift shop that you stumbled upon a standing display of postcards, one of which being a location you and your partner had visited together.

- Ouch. As you were failing to hold back the tears that you were furiously trying to blink away before they ran down your cheeks, a gentle voice was the one thing that brought you back to your senses.

- “Sorry.. Miss? Are you alright?” The soft british accent landing on your ears makes your eyes meet his. He instantly shrinks away from you the moment he notices your blotched face and puffy eyes.

- “Oh I’m awfully sorry.. You ok?” He asks again as you instantly start rubbing away your tears, probably rubbing your makeup everywhere but not that it mattered. your tears already ruined it. “Yes. Yes I’m fine, sorry i look crazy right no—“ “Not at all. You look fine, beautiful, even. Sorry if that’s forward” he points to the name tag across the right side of his chest. “I’m Steven. I work at the.. gift shop.. You might have heard of it. You’re standing in it.”

- You found his rambling cute, his compliment brings a blazing heat to your face. Even though you know he’s probably saying it to be nice.

- Steven tells you the end of his shift is coming up and he’d like to cheer you up, so he offers to take you around the museum and show you his favorite pieces. You try to decline, telling him you wouldn’t want him to waste time and he must be tired. Only for him to hit you with–

- “Talking to someone as lovely as you? Doesn’t quite seem like a waste to me at all.” His beaming smile makes you falter. And you wonder if you should feel guilty at all the extra attention he’s showing you. But there’s no need to. You just do.

- You shrug off his flirting as simply being playful and by the end of the hour you’ve completely forgotten why you were upset in the first place.

- Steven’s wonderful company, he tells you facts with wide eyes and excited smiles, It starts to bring life to the very exhibits you’re visiting. of course you’re bound to hit your favorite.. Where you just got dumped.

- You stood in the threshold of the room prior to the exhibit. and when steven turns around you could only blurt out to him in panic.

- “Can we see something else..? I’m just.. feeling a bit tired.”

- He notices your unease and tilts his head to the side slightly in confusion. “Yes, of course we can. Is there a specific area or..?” You can tell he wants to ask, but you think it’s sweet of him trying not to pry. You let out a deep sigh and place your hand on his shoulder. “

- “I know this is probably a tmi. But I just got dumped here.. So it’s a little fresh.” His look of surprise causes you to mirror it on your own face. You take a step back, trying to figure out what he’s thinking. You don’t have to think long before he’s speaking again.

- “What a twat. Who dumps someone in a fun museum?” You laugh at the scrunched annoyed expression he now has pinned to his face. You shrug alongside him and start to walk towards the front entrance.

- “I really appreciate you doing this for me, my brains gonna hurt later with all the information you fed at me.” Your attempt at flirting didn’t seem all too flirtatious. But you don’t think Steven minded with the way his face lit up.

- “I could always show you more! If, that’s what you want.” He placed his hands into his pockets and walked around you. “I could give you my number?” he said out in a whisper.

- His tone caused you to let out a small chuckle as you handed him your phone. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

#hope u feel better anon #hes so cute #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #˚ . ☆ ⋆。˚ — my writing.

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satureja13 · 1 year

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A rainbow over Mount Komorebi! A bit crooked, but i consider this as a good omen! Kiyoshi woke up from his radio alarm. It’s gonna be a painful day for him.

And even though he dreamt of Jack and that they kissed, it makes him miss Jack even more. And what kind of strange thing even was that in his dream? (Kiyoshi had the same dream as Jack!)

We barely see Kiyoshi this tense Ö.ö He doesn’t even notice the new photo on his wall ;) (TMI: He can’t have any photos of Jack in his room because the council raids the temple and their rooms on a regular base since they survived their execution. The Council does not know that Jack and Kiyoshi are together (no one knows it). Jack and the others would be in danger if the Council finds out that it had been Jack and Sai who escaped from the lab and hang around with Vlad, who is on their radar for reasons we still don’t know.)

They left the temple after a last meditation.

Dtui: “I’m so sorry I can’t spare you from this. It must be so hard for you to return to this place. I wish I could have done more for you.” Kiyoshi: “We don’t have a choice anyway. And you did everything you could for me, Dtui. You even gave up your old life. I could not ask for more. Thanks for everything.”

They are back at the Council’s High Court - where Kiyoshi and Dtui should have been executed two years ago for freeing Jack and Saiwa and betraying the Council... The areal looks a bit different now. There is a fountain where the pyre was, and benches...

Even though they both survived - 17 year old Kiyoshi Ito, raised in the beliefs of the Council, had died here. And the Kiyoshi we know now had risen from the ashes of the pyre his own father has lit. (Btw, the building is inspired by a series, do you maybe recognize it? It was all a bit darker in the series though. Let me know in the comments below :)

This post is referring to the stories of Jeb, Jack, Saiwa and Kiyoshi. You can start to read them -> here

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest

#Belgraves Institute #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 story #sims 4 occult #sims 4 vanilla #windenburg #Dtui Ngyen #Kiyoshi Ito #Underwater Love #the first day

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moonlightndaydreams · 8 months

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Deep End - Part 3

Part 3: 1.5k words approx

Available on Ao3 HERE

Characters: OFC Aura, Minho, Han

Summary: AU/ Minho is the new accountant at Aura's work, and he's got his sights set on her. But what happens when her ex Han comes back into the picture.

Workplace romance with a blast from the past for Aura.

Warnings for part 3: masturbation with sex toys, sexual fantasies, explicit language, mentions of alcoholism

Read Part 2 here

Aura got home at seven that evening. She’d recorded her Ateez episode in good time, picked up some take away dinner and now she craved a delicious bath.

Once settled into the hot water, Aura closed her eyes. Time to just relax.

Buzz!

Fucking hell. Aura’s eyes flicked open and she reached for her phone. It was the group chat.

Felix: Are you home yet? Did you eat?

Hyunjin: I’m tipsy, girl!!!!

Me: Yes, Mum. I’ve eaten. I’m home.

Binnie: What are you doing?

Me: I’m naked.

Hyunjin: TMI

Felix: Are you masturbating?

Me: What the actual fuck?

Felix: You know… kitten…

Me: I shouldn’t have told you anything. I hate you.

Me: Also. I love you. Stay safe boys.

Binnie: I can’t believe you left me to look after these babies.

Me: Sorry not sorry xxx

She put the phone to the side and leaned her back on the edge of the tub. Her hand rested on her thigh, the place Minho had put his hand on her that day. She closed her eyes. Surely it’d be okay to just imagine him? That’d be harmless, right?

She allowed her hand to slide along the front of her thigh and back down again, squeezing the flesh with her fingers. Aura imagined it was Minho’s hand. That he’d come up behind her in her office when she wasn’t looking. He snaked an arm around her waist and pressed himself against her ass. His other hand explored her thigh. Aura let out a sigh. “You shouldn’t be doing this Minho, someone might walk in.” She protested, yet she rubbed her body against the front of his body, against his erection.

“Shh, kitten. Don’t you worry about a thing. It won’t take me long to make you come.” He sneered in her ear.

Aura smiled in the tub as she let her imagination continue to run wild as her hands became Minho’s hands. In her mind, he reached down to the hem of her flowy dress and lifted it up so his hand could explore underneath. He explored her inner thigh, so softly, so gently, making his way further up her leg. “I bet your pussy is soaking wet right now?” He whispered. “And if it is, I’m gonna have to fuck you. Right here, right on your desk.”

Aura bit her lip and slowly moved her hand right up between her thighs, separating her labia and using a finger to stroke her clitoris. “So fucking wet, kitten.” She imagined his voice in her head when he discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. She imagined him approving of how aroused she was for him, and that now he’d have to do something about it. Should it be punishment or reward? Aura couldn’t decide what direction she wanted to take the fantasy.

She reached up out of the bath tub to where she’d set down her dildo, and picked it up. She smirked. She knew what she wanted to do.

Minho released Aura from his grasp and walked around to her office chair. He had removed his trousers, magically, and sat in her chair with his enormous, throbbing cock beckoning her to come and fuck herself on it. Who was Aura to deny? She was wet, ready, and this was a fantasy. She sauntered around the desk and lifted her skirt giving him a full view of her pussy.

“Turn around, kitten.” He instructed. “Come sit on my cock.” Aura repositioned herself in the tub so she was kneeling on all fours. She took the dildo, placing it behind her and sunk down onto it. She cried out at how the dildo stretched her. She’d chosen her biggest one for this occasion. She wanted to imagine hard, raw, dirty sex. She wanted to feel as full and as stretched as she possibly could.

She imagined it was Minho’s cock she was lowering herself on. “Fuck, yes kitten. Just like that. Take it. Yes.” Aura began to slide up and down, rolling her hips, biting her lip. Harder. Faster. She imagined fucking Minho just like this. “You fuck me so well, Minho. Ahhh. Your cock feels so fucking good inside my pussy. Yes fuck me harder. I wanna come.”

“You’re such a little slut for me aren’t you, kitten. A bad little girl. Let me fuck that slutty attitude out of you, huh?”

Aura moved so she was more kneeling, and brought a hand around to frantically rub her clit as she fucked herself with her dildo. The knot in her stomach so tight now, her vagina gripping the dildo like a vice. “Fuck!” She choked as she took herself over the edge, panting, heart racing, eyes squeezed tight.

She felt she wasn’t quite finished, so she kept bouncing on the dildo and applying pressure to her clitoris. Harder, faster, relentless. She imagined Minho wasn’t going to let her stop until he fucked his cum right up into her. She came again. This time harder than the first. She cried out at the relief the the second orgasm brought, eventually slowing the pace and sliding off the dildo.

Holy shit. She leaned back against the side of the tub. She needed a minute to catch her breath. Masturbating hadn’t been that fun in a long time. “Thank you Minho, you can get back to work now.” She laughed to herself and closed her eyes until she’d recovered.

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“Why won’t the fucking remote work.” Aura had sat down on her sofa later that eveining, ready to watch a new Kdrama that Hyunjin had insisted she watch. She smacked the remote a few times, but there was no life in it. Damn it. She’d have to go searching for batteries.

Begrudgingly, she knelt down in front of her TV unit and started the journey of rummaging through the unit’s drawers. The first two drawers seemed to be home to an entire civilisation of usb cables, but no batteries. She sat back on her ankles and sighed. Only six more drawers to check. She eventually got to the sixth drawer, because apparently she mustn’t own batteries, pulling it out and stopping dead.

Staring up at her from inside the drawer, a photo of herself and a young man in his early twenties. Han.

Aura frowned as she lifted the photo and the box underneath out of the drawer and placing it on the floor in front of her.

All thoughts of batteries forgotten, she repositioned herself to sit cross-legged on the carpet and lifted the lid of the box. Little trinkets and mementos from her various holidays, and photographs, so many fucking photos, from her trip with Han to England. She picked one up. It was of a selfie of herself and Han in London. It was from happier times, where their days were filled with laughter, conversation and incredible sex. Big beaming smiles and tired eyes from travel looked out at her from the photos. She barely recognised the pair.

It had been their first, and only, holiday together. She touched Han’s smiling face. Aura half smiled as she stared at the photo. Nostalgia crept into her chest. It was before Han started drinking everyday. The feelings inside Aura shifted to the usual sick, heavy feeling of dread whenever she thought about him and his drinking. This was supposed to be the first of many holidays together. They were supposed to make lots of happy memories together.

Aura felt a sour taste in her mouth as she remembered the time when she booked and paid for their trip to New Zealand, only to find out Han didn’t have the money to pay for his half. She ended up going alone. She’d decided that next time he’d be able to contribute. How foolish of her.

All her holidays from then on were on her own, while Han stayed home drinking. Her trip to Paris, where everyone around her were couples in love. Sharing, making happy memories together. Couple selfies. Smiling. Kissing. Proposing even. Then there was Aura, by herself. Taking selfies of just her. No one to make a memory with, or share the new experiences with. She remembered sitting at a little alfresco cafe in Paris. A young British couple sat to her right. She could hear their conversation. The young man was confessing his love for the woman. He produced a ring. He was about to propose. Aura had wondered what it must be like to have someone so devoted and in love with them, just like this young man did for that woman. She wanted to share this experience with someone she loved and who loved her back.

She found herself looking at one of the selfies again. “I tried Han,” she sobbed, tears falling onto the photo. “You promised you’d stop… You promised you’d get help.” She looked at his chubby cheeks, and gummy smile, and she felt her heart breaking all over again.

Aura snapped out of her thoughts before she let the familiar feeling of guilt seep in, which inevitably it always did. She wanted to focus on present moment, not the shitty past. She quickly gathered all the photos, and trinkets, shoving them back in the box and putting it way, along with her memories of Han.

She went to bed but she couldn’t sleep.

Read Part 4 here

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strawmyberry · 9 months

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hi strawberry!! i hope you are doing well!! 💗💖 thank you so much for legit being the sweetest person i’ve ever met 😭💖💗 i always appreciate all the kind comments you leave on my writing you’re always so thoughtful and your words mean so much 😭💞 i always reread ur fics and hcs, your writing is so so adorable i love it so much!! 😭❤️💖 i hope you’re having a great day/night!! <33

hi toast🥹❤️

this is genuinely so sweet and i don’t know how to describe how much i needed to hear this right now. i wanna start off by saying im sorry ive been super inactive- a lot of…not so great things have happened as of recently- and im trying to think of a way to convey what’s happening without tmi-ing-

i lost someone really close to me recently- and my mental health has just been…not all that good.

i promise that i didnt forget about you guys!!! and i do plan on writing more fics. every single request ive gotten in my inbox WILL be fulfilled- but i just have to clarify that it may take a little bit.

im gonna try to be more active here! pinky promise!

thanks again for everything you guys! ill try to get my next fic out soon 🥹❤️

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

#non tickles #strawberry speaks #i also reached 50 followers!!!#super duper happy!!! im gonna make a thank you post later <3 #love y’all 🥹❤️

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deanwinchesterpregnant · 9 months

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happy wednesday, spike! i wanted to ask about ur thoughts on dean + gender + pregancy, how those things intertwine and interract. does deans "thing" for getting knocked up affect the way he views himself as a man? feel free to answer this in an omegaverse way or in a cis or trans (masc or fem!) way, i would just like to hear your thoughts!

happy w...sunday, anon! i've been wanting to get to this ask all week but i didn't feel like typing out what was sure to be a long answer on mobile lol. and a lot of gender stuff

for WW a couple weeks ago somebody asked me if i thought deanna would have any kinks that dean wouldn't, and here's a pull from my answer:

I think I mostly view Dean/na having the same kinks no matter the gender, but it’s more of a case of whether or not there’s shame involved. Whereas I think Dean might feel ashamed about his panty kink, especially since he tries so hard to adhere to those masculine gender roles, there is nothing holding Deanna back from outwardly sharing her lingerie kink with Sam. Who would extremely be down to indulge her. I think Sam would find his sister just as hot in like, a sports bra and old cotton bikini-style undies as he would in some (stolen) Victoria’s Secret or something (can’t see either of them considering stealing something designer, but Deanna’s tiddies in one of them VS bombshell bras? Ok Sam is a red-blooded bisexual male and he’s WEAK!) 👌🏼👌🏼 Same goes for breeding kink. Cis or trans man Dean? You’re only gonna get “knock me up” out of his mouth if he’s really undone. But Deanna is like hell yea Sam put a fuckin’ baby in me!

like okay, i'm ME, so i'm ALWAYS viewing dean as wanting to get knocked up and being hype about it lol, but if i'm taking canon as canon is presented (i.e., as far as we know dean is a cis man of questionable heterosexuality who is always trying very hard to adhere to a certain kind of masculinity), i do think he would find this facet of himself emasculating and shameful. a panty kink is one thing, but to admit to himself that he not only wants kids but he wants to be the one to birth them is........a lot for him to handle, i think. dean is really gentle and good with kids in canon. and he more or less raised sam. he knows he likes doing that, he's good at it, but i also think he's so tied to this idea of being a hunter that he just...would never let himself have that. he wants that apple pie life so bad; it's why he always rags on sam about it (sam – who stopped having that dream years ago!), but he's so clearly insecure about it. and sure, it's fine to be that typically masculine guy who wants to knock somebody up, but turning that on its head? yeah, as i said above, you're only getting that out of him if he's really undone. or you're sam.

as for TRANS dean, which is generally how i tend to read him, i still think it would be a bit of a taboo thing for him to admit out loud and to himself. like, sorry for tmi but as a transmasc who wants to get pregnant it can feel incredibly isolating. sure there are others out there but by and large it makes a lot of transmascs dysphoric! and i get that! and somebody like dean, who has uhhh let's say a toxic relationship with himself (read: he hates himself), i think as a trans guy, who is maybe already feeling lonely in this way, anything that would make people suspect he's trans is gonna be deeply shameful for him. his thought process would be like: he's a guy, he's not supposed to want to be pregnant. and i think that would hurt. i think he wants a family, kids, and denying himself that would hurt him for a long time.

okay SO, now we've circled back around to deanna. whether she's cis or trans, i think she'd be a lot more okay with this. canon dean is a man who is constantly trying to adhere to these standards of masculinity he's set for himself; ergo, deanna the woman likely be the same with femininity. paired with all of the parentification (and wifeification) or her time with john, i think she's very comfortable with wanting to be pregnant. and as a trans woman, i think she'd find her wanting for motherhood to be validating. however she'd obviously be dealing with the pain of not being able to carry a child, so whether or not she'd be comfortable talking about wanting to be pregnant in general is...less likely than cis deanna.

NOW LET'S BRING IT HOME to omegaverse. similarly to cis deanna – i think omega dean would feel secure in his thing for pregnancy. it's what his gender is supposed to do, right; they're meant to breed and it's something he can do and be good at. and if there's one thing about dean, oh, he wants to be told he's been a good boy. omegaverse – a world in which gender roles are strict and fetishized – is the one scenario where i can actually see him keeping a baby, even as a hunter. this is what he's supposed to do, after all.

anyway thanks for this ask anon, it was great food for thought!

(FYI as a disclaimer i am not saying dean is right in his thinking and the bearing of wanting to get pregnant on the validity of identity lol, i'm saying this is how i think he would think)

#spike's box #dean pregnancy tag #i need to go back and tag all my asks abt it with this so shit is easily accessible lol #wincest wednesday

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jshookthighs · 1 year

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I absolutely love your writing for Corey!!

I was wondering if you have written something about how he'd take care of his partner on their period? I'm currently on mine and it's never been this intense:( if you have totally ignore this <3

Ah thank you <3 I am so glad you're enjoying what I'm putting out! I as so grateful to you and everyone else's kind words

I actually just finished mine (is that TMI??) so I was literally thinking about this same thing so I'm glad someone else brought it up!

Aunt Flo Visits (aka Period Time):

(I'm sorry but this gif is always what I think about when I think about my period)

ANYWAYS:

So I'm sure many of us know that feeling when you wake up and you pull back the covers and you see that red splotch underneath you. It's embarrassing I know, but not to Corey. No sir, he's already placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before herding you into the bathroom and asking for your soiled pajamas. After you change, he's gingerly undressing the bed and starting up the laundry. Then he's joining you in the bathroom to start a warm bath for you. He refuses to let you feel ashamed of your natural body function.

He is a provider with a capital P - anything you want he is getting it. Do you need more tampons? Pads? How about a case of your favorite drink and a bag full of your favorite snacks? You don't even have to ask he's already got it. He's such a mother hen, but that's because he can't stand knowing you're uncomfortable so he's making sure he does everything he can to make your week just a bit better.

Whenever the cramps start up, doesn't matter if they're minor or if they feel like they'll tear you apart, he's right there to scoop you up in his arms and place his warm palms over your stomach. Plus he's always carrying a bottle of pampering during this time so he can just whip out some pills if you need that extra comfort. He's also not afraid of blood at all so he's totally down to... ya know... go down on you to make you feel better. He read in an online article that pleasure can make you feel better and help with cramps - and he just wants to make you feel better sooooooo yeah he already has a towel on the bed. Go ahead and hope on, sweetheart. Corey's gonna make it all better <3

Sorry this was so short - but overall, Corey is a great caregiver and will just hang the moon in order to make shark week bearable for you // Plus he's a killer so blood is never gonna be gross or an issue with stains. I mean with his strict mother and his messy side hobby, the boy knows how to do laundry and destroy a stain - it'll be as if it never happened

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham headcanons #corey cunningham x reader #ask box #halloween ends

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gentlenotes-moved · 2 months

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So glad to hear that you finally have answers! I'm sure it's gonna make everything at least a bit easier to deal with! I hope that whichever plan of action your doctors now decide to take works quickly and without any problems for you. Beautiful souls like yours don't deserve to be in agony 😓😣

And don't you even dare feel guilty for not coming on Tumblr much now. Your health, physical and mental, is the most important thing!!!

(Me? I've been... existing 😅)

(also, I didn't realise we were mutuals until like a minute ago lol)

first of all, so sorry for the late response! and even if you are just existing, i hope that this existence is treating you gently and lovingly 💗 (and yeah! we're moots now yay!! <3)

but yeah, a definitive answer is really nice. a few days ago they actually sent in a letter saying: "visceral hypersensitivity/overactive nerves sending inappropriate signals to the brain. There is actually no acid reflux." he said it's best treated with low dosages of antidepressants. he also recommended me to get testing done for gastroparesis, and if that comes back "unremarkable", we'll focus treatments on functional dyspepsia.

i have noticed lately that i have had really bad brain fog, esp since this has all started. i've been having a really hard time concentrating, almost constantly fatigued, zone out a fuck ton more than i usually do, and am asking people to repeat themselves quite literally every time they speak, because it all sounds like absolute gibberish. also, (tmi warning), in the past 4 months, i have only had one (1) period that lasted one (1) day. one day. it wasn't even a heavy flow either. my last regular period was when the day this whole situation started, in late november. and i'm currently exactly 3 weeks late for one. like i get the cramps and everything that you get with a period, except the blood.

so... i think this whole brain and nerve thing is going a LOT deeper than just my dyspepsia like systems. i haven't brought any of this up to my doctor, but the next time i see her, i'm gonna. but i have no damn clue what i'm gonna do at this point tbh. (personal/family rant incoming)

my dad is one of those extremely die-hard conservative trumpers, and a MASSIVE conspiracy theorist (just search up qanon; it'll explain everything i'm about to tell you). he was extremely against me getting the endoscopy, saying that my mom and i didn't mention me getting anesthesia (i did mention multiple times throughout the week before I got it done bc he was so damn worried), and him and my mom fought the morning I got the endoscopy done, just before we left.

when we got back, it was absolute hell for about a week, for my mom and i both. he told me that we betrayed him and that someone 'gave me permission' to not follow his instruction (I am 18 when he tells me this btw). then he said that if my mom and i ever question his rules or instruction again, he'll leave us or, worse, [a threat that i don't feel comfortable sharing here] for a week, he accused me of working for my mom's past sexual abuser, and of things i also don't feel comfortable sharing here. and then a week later, everything is perfectly fine. just like that. i'm used to extremely sudden mood and emotion changes in this family; i've been dealing with it for about a decade now (verbal abuse followed by lots of affection through words and gifts over and over). but this isn't my problem at the moment.

throughout the week, i also told him that i considered surgery for my gerd. he then proceeded to tell me that if i even considered doing that, or whatever the doctors say, i'm a retard, and that i clearly don't need him anymore (bc im not following his instruction) and he'll just leave us. and that we don't need him, we just have to "say the words" and he'll be out. so.

when we got this letter, he kept on saying how dumb and uneducated my doctors are (my dad's a high school drop out btw). i don't exactly remember what he said, but it was something to the effect of me needing to drink more water and eat healthier food, but I told him that's what we started with when i found out I had gerd and IBS 5 years ago, and it did nothing. he stood there, silent, for a solid 10 seconds before saying "......you know antidepressants can change your change you and fuck you up forever, right?". and at that point i just kind of gave up.

also my mom was attempting to explain the letter to my dad in the car ride home from picking her up from work, but she said he kept yelling and interrupting her, and just not listening to any explanationa she had to give; i wasn't there for that part.

but in conclusion: i know i'm 18 and can make my own decisions. i know he can't legally stop me from anything now. but for some stupid, insanely stupid reason, i just subconsciously hold my dad's validation more important than my lifelong health.

i even told my mom about all of this, that i'm stuck between my dad's acceptance and my lifelong health, but i also can't seem to say anything either way that will make him happy. And she just said "we'll you're fucked (with making my dad happy), either way, right? why don't you pick the one that comes with you being healthy?" and that actually straightened it out a bit for me.

but like. i still feel IMMENSE guilt whenever i do something that displeases or angers him even in the slightest. i don't know why im hanging my entire self worth one person, him, and i know just how fucked up it is. but it's like i can't stop. i just... i don't know. the situation just seems to be 'do i take care of myself, and him be angered towards me/leave me, or do i neglect my better judgement for the acceptance of my father?'

so that's what i'm currently dealing with at the moment lmfao. thank you so, so much for the ask, and i'm sorry the response was a college final essay. i sincerely hope with all my heart that today/tonight treats you well. 💞

#mine #personal #asks 💌#girl that writes #did i mention that my dad's side the family has a deeply embedded history of paranoia #and multiple different mental illnesses and personality disorders lol

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