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You’re Losing Me x Carlos Sainz

“Stop.. you’re losing me..”

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You say, "I don't understand" and I say, "I know you don't"

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

“I don’t understand what the problem is.” Carlos sighed, rubbing at his face in frustration. You’d been at each other’s throats for forty five minutes now, and over something so trivial. What had begun as him (forgetting to do the dishes? Change the laundry?) had spiraled into an outright argument over him not helping around the house, to him being out so late all the time now. “I know you don’t.” You had muttered, shaking your head with a sigh of your own.

“I can’t do this right now, I told Lando I’d meet him for dinner.” Carlos spoke, his curt reply signaling he was done with the argument, with the entire conversation. He grabbed his keys and walked out of the kitchen without another word as you stood there watching him go.

This is how things always went as of late—at least, that’s what it feels like. It’s always just another small bump in the road, one that you would get over. Always something that wouldn’t stop you from being happy again. Now, though, it seemed like nothing was going to fix things between the two of you. Small bumps are fine until you look back and realize there’s so many, the road is no longer driveable.

As you shut the kitchen light off and walk into the living room, you pause. It was one of yours and Carlos’s favorite rooms in the house because of how the light shone through the windows, illuminating the room in a soft glow when the sun set. Dusk was setting in now as you took a seat on the couch, the room falling into darkness as you sat there by yourself wondering if it was finally time to end it or not.

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix

Always risin' from the ashes

Mendin' all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow

It wasn’t even the big things that made you wonder. No, it was the stupid stuff. The small things you wished so badly you could convince yourself to put up with. You knew what the two of you had was special, could feel it in your very being, but it was beginning to not be love anymore. It was tiring, you were tired. Your mother always told you that you reminded her of a phoenix, always picking yourself up and mending your own wounds, never letting anyone help you because you could do it yourself. Times like these, you wish she was wrong.

You didn’t know why Carlos would rather sneak around and lie than just be honest with you. Maybe it was a pride thing. Charles, bless him, had been the one to accidently fill you in on what Carlos has been doing behind your back. He didn’t even mean to, but when he asked if you were at the club with Carlos last week because he thought he’d seen you with his teammate, it was the final blow. You weren’t at the club. You had been at home. You had been waiting on him because he told you he was stopping by his parents house. He had told you not to wait up for him. It started making you wonder what else he’s been lying about and how long he’s gotten away with it.

Every mornin' I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

It was five am when Carlos’s alarm went off, making you roll over and glare at him as he slept. Lately, it’s like you aren't even in a relationship anymore. You sighed as you got up, moving to the kitchen and knowing he’d get up in a minute to get ready for his morning run.

As you cooked yourself something to eat you heard him moving around in your room. The footsteps you’d once longed for around the house had become ghostly, the antithesis of what it once was. You dread the sound of them approaching.

It wasn’t like this came out of nowhere, you had sent him signals and tried talking to him to let him know that things between you needed fixing or changing but, he always brushed them off, brushed you off. You were starting to turn into a shell of yourself the longer you stayed in this relationship and dealt with everything alone.

“Love you.” He mumbled, nothing more than a force of habit, grabbing a water bottle and leaving. He knew that things weren’t okay. You knew he knew, and he knew you knew he knew, and on and on and on until the end of time. It didn’t matter what you both knew, though, because he wasn’t ready to admit that out loud that the love you two had was long gone now. The both of you were just going through the motions and with how shitty the season was going he wasn’t ready to lose the one semi good thing he had left going for him.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're running down the hallway

And you know what they all say

"You don't know what you got until it's gone"

The house was heavy sad and you were running out of options. The confusion and grief that came along with the thought of having to leave the man you loved for the last seven years was hard. Harder than hard. Some kind of word that hasn’t been invented yet, hard. You know that your pain and problems weren't easy to deal with, but hell—he isn’t exactly Mr. Emotionally Intelligent, either. It just made you feel guilty that you were feeling this way and maybe that was the reason Carlos was pulling away.

So you did what any normal person would do, you called your mom and asked if you could come stay for the weekend. You needed to get away for a while, clear your head and figure out what you needed to do for yourself and there was no better place to do that than home. You packed a weekend bag and left after Carlos headed to Baku. The time you spent with your mother was eye opening. She had given you advice that you oh so badly needed to hear.

“Why do you keep letting him treat you this way?” she asked you, nudged a cup of tea an inch closer to you. “This is not the way someone who loves you should treat you.”

She was right, it wasn't how you were supposed to be treated. So it was no surprise to hear from Carlos when he got back and noticed you were gone, you’d left him a note on the fridge but apparently that wasn’t good enough. He didn’t realize all the things you usually did for him until you weren’t there to do them. Like help with laundry, cooking dinner and cleaning. Of course his mother raised him right but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t a guy who got comfortable with how things were.

My heart won't start anymore (Stop 'cause you're losing me)

You didn’t go to a lot of races, had your own career and your own life that was more than the title of girlfriend, but Barcelona was one you always attended. Things hadn’t gotten any better, but you still wanted to be there to support him—even if you knew it was going to be the last time. You stood next to Blanca, listened to her gush about her upcoming wedding, about the flowers and the dress and the table runners. You didn’t have the heart to tell her you’d have to miss it.

“Have you two got your outfits together yet? I know my brother can be pretty forgetful sometimes” Blanca asked, looking over at you with a happy smile. You did your best to give her a smile back, Carlos hadn’t mentioned it, but you didn’t want to burst her bubble. “I’ll remind him tonight, I’m sure you’re going to look absolutely beautiful.” You meant that, even if you aren’t going to be there to see her in person.

As Carlos pulled the car back into the garage after the race it was almost routine, he’d get out, take his helmet and stuff off before walking over and giving you a hug. You hang on a beat longer than normal, soak it all up—his hair and his smell and his skin and his arms. “I’m going to go grab my things,” you mumbled, motioning him to his waiting family before moving off to go grab your things. You didn’t plan on standing around for any longer than necessary. Each passing moment is nothing more than another opportunity for your heart to break.

How long could we be a sad song

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losing me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

Your relationship, if it can still be called that, seems to long outlive its expiration. You don’t know how much longer it can go on like this, all the uncertainty. It felt like nothing but a sad song stuck on repeat, something that you couldn’t come back from. There had been times where the both of you got this way in the past but you were able to bring the relationship back to life but this time?

This time things were too far gone.

You had given him nothing but endless empathy everytime Ferrari screwed him over, everytime the media pulled quotes from their ass, everytime someone twitter blamed him for someone else’s mistakes. It was always you there for him. You were the only one fighting for him, right front and center when he had a bad race or when strategies didn’t work out, everything.

Yet, it was for nothing.

“Don’t ignore me Carlos, please,” you said softly, but the crack in your voice is clear. You’re at a party—Lando’s, drug here against your will, against your better judgment. You knew he needed to let loose, but all you wanted was to talk to him. You knew you had to instigate, that he’d ignore you all evening if you didn’t.

He was still losing you.

Everybody talks about the seven year curse. You never saw it coming, even if it was staring you square in the face.

1. You stop being curious about each other

First, it was the little things. No more questions, no more answers. You didn’t spend your time telling him about your favorite breakfast foods and he didn’t spend his time asking. Years came and went, and you thought it was endearing that there weren’t questions, that it was proof your relationship was strong. He knew you like the back of his hand, you’d told yourself.

2. You start keeping secrets from each other

The secrets, though, that’s a new development. A few months ago, he never would’ve sat at the table with his phone face down, never would’ve leaned away from you when he typed or managed to spend time with Lando even when Lando wasn’t in town.

3. You’re spending less meaningful time together

It’s hard to spend time with someone who’s never around, who never wants to be around. That’s all there is to say about that.

4. You start taking each other for granted

It was no secret Carlos had taken you for granted. Everyone knew it, they could see it anytime the two were together. You were at his beck and call, his personal chef, his maid and his housekeeper and his butler. His trainer and his assistant and whatever else he might possibly need.

5. You don’t discuss your goals anymore

You stopped wondering if he would ever propose two years ago. Well, you told yourself you stopped wondering. Everytime he asked you to go out or suggested you dress up nice or acted even the slightest bit weird, you were bouncy at the idea of him on one knee.

6. You’re drowning in criticism

What was harder than accepting you were never going to be his wife, maybe, was coming to terms with the fact that everyone else wanted it more than you. Seven years is a long time. It hung over both of your heads like a storm cloud of implication. You wondered if he ever planned on marrying you, or if the last seven years have been nothing but fun to him.

And lastly

7. You have no fight left

If you still had any fight left in you, you wouldn’t be googling the seven year curse while he silently sat at the other end of the sofa. You remember the moment you lost it, that last little bit of fight and fire. You remember it easier than you remember what it felt like to be in love with him.

You had shaken your head as Carmen sent another article of some “close friend” talking about how the media was portraying you as a pathological people pleaser. It hurt. Sure, you knew marriage wouldn’t fix everything but it was the fact you didn’t feel wanted or appreciated anymore that finally broke the walls down like a wrecking ball.

Carlos looked over at you watching you shake your head and pocketed your phone. “What’s that about?” He asked, he could tell something was bothering you and he had an inkling of what it could be, but, he wasn’t going to bring it up. If he did, that would make things real.

“Nothing, just… just Carmen sending me another article. I wouldn’t marry me either, you know? Since I’m such a pathological people pleaser,” you looked at him, waiting to see what he’d say. But when the room fell into heavy silence and he just continued to look at you, all you could do was give a curt nod and purse your lips as you got up off the couch and walked upstairs. You couldn’t stand looking at him anymore if he wasn’t going to fight for the relationship you two had.

Sure, you may have been a people pleaser, but that’s just who you were. You liked helping, liked making people happy. But the one thing you wanted most of all? You only wanted Carlos to see you, to see that you’ve been there for him through everything. Not as a complacent stand-in girlfriend, but to mean something to him like you used to back when.

And I'm fading, thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losing me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing)

"To believe, unless you're choosing me"

Two weeks had gone by and all you could think about was begging him to do something, to say something, anything, to you about how he was feeling. Give up his pride to show he still cared and loved you like you had loved him. It was his choice to make, you couldn’t force him to love you. He had to choose, all he had to do was choose.

But when he didn’t, you took it as a sign. Stop kicking a dead horse, pick yourself up and get on with your life. If he won’t then someone else will. Slowly but surely, every time he left for a race you’d pack up more things and ship them to your parents house. It took a bit longer than you figured it would but when you’ve spent seven years living with someone you realize just how much of your life is grounded in one place.

Once you had gotten all that you had, you stood in front of the dresser mirror looking at the necklace that you had on, remembering the memory of Carlos giving it to you when you both were teenagers. Your fingers play with it and it brings tears to your eyes to reach behind your neck and unclasp it. This would be the first and last time you ever took it off since being gifted it. As you held it in your hand, all crumpled and ready to be tangled, it made you realize that this was real, you were taking the step and finally walking away like you should have when all of this first started. You grabbed your bag off the bed and sat the necklace down on his nightstand knowing he’d find it whenever he got home. Taking one last look around the room you walked out and closed the door behind you, leaving the house key on the kitchen counter as you passed.

A necklace and a house key. The only implication that you were ever here, that you never would be again.

You're losing me

Stop (Stop, stop), you're losing me

I can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore

Carlos didn’t realize it until it was too late. He had unlocked the front door and the house was eerily quiet and cold. He frowned, set his bags down and realized you must’ve gone out. He checked his phone to make sure he didn’t miss a text from you letting him know, but there was nothing. No text, no call, nothing. It confused him even more as he shut the door and walked further into the house.

He paused when he entered the living room, everything looked normal until he sat his hands on the back of the couch making him pull his hands back in confusion, the fluffy blanket you always had laid there was gone. That made him look around the room even closer, quickly noticing the books and candles you had on the coffee table were no longer there. The pictures above the fireplace were gone, every single trace of you ever being in the house was no longer there.

He skipped half the steps on the way up the staircase, through the hallway and into your room; empty and cold, like the rest of the place. He moved over to the closet swinging the door open, his breath catching in his throat when he saw your side totally bare and empty. The dresser drawers matched.

But he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, laying on his nightstand. As he walked over the tears started pooling in his eyes as he picked the item up, it was the necklace he had given you when you both were sixteen. He had gotten it for you, wanting to show how much he loved and appreciated you. Holding it now just signified how much he had fucked up. You had never taken it off, no matter how many fights you two had gone through over the years. Never. Not until now.

You had given him so many signs that he blatantly ignored or brushed off thinking you would always continue to be there for him despite him acting the way he was.

And now?

The relationship that was so full of love had died and he couldn’t find any way to bring it back to life.

He finally lost you and it was completely his own undoing.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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Hi. Can I request something fluff and domestic for inui x fem!reader? Maybe a bit spicy at the end if you want to ☺️

Hello! Sorry this took a few days! Yes! I love him so much and yet I've never written for him. So thank you for bringing me around to this side of TokRev. I thought I was getting tired of writing for m'boys but it turns out I was just tired. Who knew. So, I hope this is domestic enough for you? I can't think of many more "fun" domestic things than getting a kitten. Dishes and laundry are domestic but they suck. So I opted for cute/domestic. Enjoy!!

You had your back to the sliding glass door as you bent over to feed the kitten her tiny little bowl of food. "Come now, Kazan. Eat up b'fore your daddy gets home and yells at me for having you. Let alone, in here."

Inui was not convinced he would allow you to get a kitten. After all, you had only moved in 3 months ago and things were still getting straightened out. He wasn't hard to live with, per se. He had a way of doing things ... and that was fine. But you had a way of doing things, too. It was all a bit of a learning curve.

The two of you loved each other and really, at the end of the day when you're crawling into bed, that's what it boils down to.

But this kitten thing ... well. Inui was adamant he wasn't going to be able to deal with a pet. He worried about the mess and the time. He didn't want to have to take care of something else when he was already trying to take care of the other day to day crap.

"Don't worry, Kazan," you murmured, scratching the soft spot behind her ears. "We'll find a way to make it work."

In the meantime, you'd been sneaking her food when he wasn't home. You knew it was a terrible idea and if Inui ever found out, there would be hell to pay. But you couldn't help it. She was so small and adorable and she just looked at you with those big green eyes that stood out from her bright orange coat and you melted.

You had first found her on your back porch a few days ago and you'd been trying to keep her hidden.

As you stood up, you heard the front door open. "Shit."

Inui walked in, still dressed in his work clothes, his hair tucked behind his ears. He was so handsome, even when he looked tired and annoyed.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying not to sound panicked.

"I forgot my lunch. I had to come back for it." He looked at you from behind the fridge door, already knowing you were up to something. That you were trying to hide something from him.

He walked up to you, his eyes narrowing as he peered over your shoulder. "What are you hiding back there?"

"Nothing!" you squeaked. "I was just ... tidying up!"

Inui crouched down and scooped up the tiny kitten, who was rubbing against his leg, purring loudly.

"You got a cat?" he asked, holding her up and staring into her eyes.

"HOW - OH MY GOD! She must've come in on your boot! Look what you've done, Seishu! Tch ... and you told me no for so long. I - I really ... am just so disappointed in you right now." You were trying so hard not to smirk but he always saw right though your shit.

"Don't bullshit a bullshitter, princess. You think I don't know what goes on in my own home? Hm?" He placed the kitten back down and she immediately started nosing at his pants leg.

"So you're not mad?" you asked hopefully.

"Of course I'm mad," he said, looking down at you, his eyes squinted. But he couldn't help that little sparkle that lived there for you - and usually, you got what you wanted.

"Just a little mad?" you asked, running your finger along his collar bone, down his tie, all the way to his belt. "Not so mad that you don't wanna talk about it?"

He leaned into you, his breath hot against your skin, his voice low and husky. "Oh, I can talk about it with you, sweetheart." He bit at your neck softly.

You slid your hand down to his stomach and rubbed them around his waist to his back.

"Good! So we can keep her? Her name is Kazan. It means vol-" you started.

"Yes yes. Volcano. I know what it means, y/n." He chuckled. "And I didn't say we could keep h-."

"Come on, Seishu. She's so cute! Look at her. Look at her little paws!" You held up the tiny kitten, making her talk to him. "Hewwo, I'm duh chootest kitteh in duh wur-uhld. Don't you agwee?" He just stood there, looking at you like you were a total idiot, and he sighed.

"Alright fine. But you're in charge of her."

"YES!" You began to prattle off things at an incomprehensible speed, "Ok, we gotta go shopping for a little bed for her and we need to get her toys and a brush and another bed for our room. Do you think she should have a little blanket for the couch and the recliner? What about letting her outside? I don't think we should let her outside. There are too many dogs in the neighborhood. Do you love her? I think she loves you. Sei? What do you think about her? Look at her sitting at your feet! Eeeee she's the cutest thing I've ever seen! SEI!??"

He knelt down and picked her up, holding her close to his chest. She climbed up onto his shoulder, licked his ear once and settled down, closing her eyes for a kitten nap.

You pulled out your cellphone and took a picture before he could see what you were doing and he could pull Kazan down to hide the fact that he was falling in love with her, too.

"She loves you. And so do I. Now come on, put her down so we can go shopping!"

"Aht! I think you need to thank me first, there, sweetheart."

"You think so, huh?" You leaned in to kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away. "I don't want to disturb the kitten. But later ... after she's asleep, I'm all yours."

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ccbunnv · 4 months

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MORE VILLAIN BILL IM BEGGING YOU!!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏

i had to rewrite after my browser gave up on me lol

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x fem! reader fluff

after taking many lethal hits to the gut by none other than the shithead villain, Bill finds his own vision blurring in on him. his legs feel like jello, his arms feel numb from the amount of hits sustained.

blood seeps through his wound and stains his black clothing, it hurts his throat to swallow his own saliva. before he even knows it, his legs give out and he falls to his side on the rough road.

when he wakes, he finds himself in an unfamiliar surrounding. instead of the cold concrete wall of a jail cell that reeks of rat piss, it's floral wallpaper and a soft, cushy bed.

instead of an orange jumpsuit and a number specially reserved for him, it's a simple pair of pyjama pants. there's a gauze wrapped securely around his abdomen, and the bloody wound seems to have stopped bleeding.

the sunlight peeks into the room, and the door creaks open slightly. a girl shows herself, "oh, you're awake."

he tries to sit up, wincing as a sting of pain courses through. he attempts to speak, demanding his whereabouts, but his throat is dryer than the sahara.

she walks in and presents herself with a tray. a jug of water sits on the tray, along with a glass and a painkiller. she places the tray down next to him on the nightstand.

she hands him the glass, to which he drinks it down like it was his only form of nourishment. once the glass was cleared, he asks, "where am I? who are you?"

"you're in my apartment," she responds smartly, "I'm just here to fix you up."

he furrows his eyebrows, "I don't need fixing up."

"do you want an infection?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.

he shuts up quickly, grumbling away as he allows her to unwrap the old gauze around his abdomen and replace it with a clean, sterile one.

she then stands, and pours him a cup of water. the gentle clinking of glass and the trickle of water fills the silence. she pushes the water to him, and he takes it along with the painkiller.

the bitter aftertaste of the pill lingers on his mouth before he takes some more water to dull it. eventually, she leaves the room and he's all alone. his eyes move to the window, trying to make out where he was.

but he couldn't really see anything other than the brick wall of the apartment complex next to this one. so, he gives up and looks back at the door. shortly after, she re-enters but this time with a different tray. on top of it lies a plate of bacon and eggs.

the smell is divine, his stomach grumbles loudly. he stares at the food for a little bit, before grabbing the fork with the hand that didn't hurt the most. as he bites into the perfect sunny side-up, his heart drops and his eyes widen.

before long, he has the plate lifted with the hand, the food sliding into his mouth. he scarfs down the remnants of the bacon, chewing carefully. he looks blissful, even though it's just a casual breakfast of bacon and eggs.

"this is sho good," he speaks with a full mouth, "thank you sho much."

"you're welcome." she replies, smiling.

"do you mind if you give me a name?" he asks, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"it's y/n." she says, "you?"

"uh," he hesitates. he'd love to tell her his name, but he doesn't want to risk her finding out that he's a country-wide criminal with a bounty worth more than her apartment. he stammers, "i...it's Billy."

"nice to meet you, Billy." she greets.

"it's...nice to meet you too." he replies.

𓆩♱𓆪

a few weeks pass, he makes a full recovery and manages to walk once more. he begins to help around the house, mostly wash the dishes and do the laundry.

he grows accustomed to this life, where everyday isn't filled with the thrill of getting caught for his illegal activities, but like a breather from everything in life, from the city shunning him. he enjoys it, even.

every morning starts with the sun seeping in through the seam of the curtains, casting itself proudly upon the soft carpet. then, he wakes up first, makes breakfast, and then she wakes up.

the two continue the day with house chores, before resting on the couch and watching whatever is on the television. she barely watches the news, so he's glad she doesn't know about him.

sometimes, they go out on walks and breathe in the fresh air, through the woods. he teaches her how to hide bodies, she teaches him about her hyperfixations at the moment.

and before he even knew it, he had fallen in love. he doesn't know when, he doesn't know how. sure, he does like his dramatic lifestyle, full of escapades and riches, but she makes him want to give all that up. she makes him want more than just that.

slowly, he begins his move. on a cloudy night, the two sit on the couch, watching a late-night sitcom. he stares blankly at the television screen.

she's simply a few inches away from him, laughing at the lousy comedy enactment. his palms grow sweaty, he can hear his own heart beating in his chest. he wants closure, but he doesn't know how to achieve such a thing.

slowly, he begins to inch closer to her. he tilts his head over and she doesn't seem to have reacted, still watching the show.

then, he takes the first step. his arm hangs loosely around her shoulder, holding her close. his adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows the saliva in his mouth, his cheeks tint with a bright red.

silence envelops the living room, awkwardness ensues. he wants to pull his arm back, save himself from the embarrassment, but then he feels something heavy rest against his shoulder.

he looks down and spots her head laying against him, her lips pursed as she continues to watch the sitcom. his heart beats faster, and a goofy smile curves his lips.

from thereon, he begins to make more bold moves. cuddles, hugs from the back, his arm around her shoulder, keeping her close. the feeling burns bright in his chest, until he can no longer hold it in.

on a fine morning, he creeps up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. she doesn't seem to mind, continuing to chop the strawberries for their pancake.

he buries his face into the crook of his neck, murmuring, "y/n, can I tell you something? do you promise to not be mad?"

"sure," she responds, smiling a little, "what is it?"

"I think..." he hesitates, "I think I might have a thing for you."

there's no reply from her. he wants to take it back, say, "just joking!" but then a little giggle escapes her lips.

he looks up at her, "it's not funny..."

"you think I didn't know?" she asks Bill, a mischievous smirk on her face, "you were so obvious with it!"

he grows bashful, hiding his face on her shoulder, "sorry..."

she turns her body, so now they face eachother. her chest presses up against his, and his arms wrap around his waist. she says softly, "I think I might have a thing for you, too."

he pauses, his face switching from excited to confused to fear. he whispers, "...you're not kidding me, are you?"

"I'm not." she says softly.

"seriously?" he says, his eyes lighting up.

"seriously." she affirms, making his entire demeanor change back into excited.

with a swift move, he lifts her into his arms, and he kisses her. his lips moulds against hers, and they feel like they're meant to be. he pulls away and says happily, "I'm the happiest man alive!"

she chuckles, and a tinge of guilt swallows his heart. how would she react if she finds out he isn't Billy?

well, he is, but it's just a pseudonym. Billy is some guy who got hurt on the streets, Bill Kaulitz is a man wanted in the entirety of the country. the guilt spreads in his heart like a wildfire, like a searing poison, killing him on the inside.

but he pushes the feeling down, hoping to never confront it. after all, she is so much more important that this emotion.

and he hopes she never finds out.

𓆩♱𓆪

well, she's not directly stupid. sure, she may not check the news, but she knows who this man is. she always have, but she just played along with his little lie.

and undeniably, she had fallen in love as well.

he finally returns to his job, and returns home every night, with little to no scratches on his body. in his hands would be the groceries for the day, such as leek, eggs, chicken, etc.

she wonders when she'll be truthful to him, but a part of her wonders if he will be honest with her. as he steps into the house after another battle, his hands hold a paper grocery bag with their groceries.

"welcome back, honey." she says softly, standing up to kiss his cheek.

"thank you, meine schatz." he responds, kissing his cheek.

the news surfaces and it says aloud, "after eight months of no appearance from the supervillain known as Bill Kaulitz, he strikes again! more coming up soon at 5 o'clock sharp. remember to catch it, folks."

Bill freezes up, before resuming with stocking the fridge. a video begins to play, possibly captured by a bystander. screams fill the living room and y/n watches with a smile.

he quickly reaches in and shuts the television off, his breath shaky as he says, "...that's negative news. let's focus on the positive, how about that?"

"but negativity is a good reality check," she responds.

"yes, but--" he stutters.

"why do you look so shaken up? it looks like you're hiding something." she says, teasingly.

"no, no, it's just...that I..." he says, slowly backing up.

"I've never really connected the dots before...Billy...Bill Kaulitz..." she murmurs, "black hair, black eyeliner..."

his breath hitches as she begins to list of his traits, hoping that she'll never figure it out.

"are you Bill Kaulitz, honey?" she asks in a whisper.

"I--!" he begins, trying to think of an excuse, but nothing escapes his lips. he prepares himself to be shunned, slapped, ridiculed for thinking he could have a normal life full of love.

but a pair of warm arms greets him instead. she kisses his cheek, "I know you are, love, I was just messing with you."

his face grows from bashful, to ashamed. his hides his face, trying to look away as he had been caught red-handed in his lie.

she simply laughs, and kisses his lips. he can't help but return the kiss, the guilt in his heart falling off like a dead parasite. he feels better now that she knows...

"but for the lie, I want you to do the rest of the week's laundry."

"damn it."

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#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #fluff #bill kaulitz fluff #tokio hotel #y2k

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pink-sparkly-witch · 1 year

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The Widow - Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: "Family Don't End with Blood," takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her, is what happens when she falls in love again?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader (past) | Dean Winchester x F!Reader (eventual)

Warnings: grief, angst, fluff

Words: 2,450

A/N: I am so sorry for making so many of you cry or get emotional from the last chapter. Although I made myself cry writing it, but I never thought it would have the same impact on the readers *hugs*. This one shouldn’t be so bad 🫣💖

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One Month Later

Grief is a funny thing; on the good days, you can function like a normal adult by eating and sleeping quite well. But on the bad days, you stay on the sofa just staring at the wall, wearing pyjamas that – like your hair – haven’t been washed in days, and you can’t remember the last time you ate because everything tastes like ash.

Today though, is a good day. You’ve eaten, showered, done the laundry, and now you’re washing the dishes from the lunch you had with John and Dean. One of those things on its own is a huge achievement, and the fact you did them all feels like it should be worth celebrating, but your sense of accomplishment is whipped away just as quickly as it had appeared.

“Have you thought any more about clearing out Sam’s things?” John speaks softly and carefully, like he’s dealing with a caged animal. But when he’s met with silence from you, he lets out a sigh. “Darlin’, it’s not healthy staying cooped up in the house all day surrounded by his things.”

“Dad…” Dean attempts to shut down the conversation.

“Look,” John continues, ignoring his eldest son’s plea. “I know you’re hurting, believe me, I do. And honestly, it’s gonna be like that for a long time. Maybe even always. I’m just trying to make it easier for you. All these things you’re doing,” John gestures around the open-plan living area of the home you shared with your late husband, “aren’t healthy.”

You don’t need this right now. This is a good day. So, you do what you always do when John brings it up; you walk away.

Dropping the plate back into the soapy water, you quickly dry your hands, pick up the basket filled with clean laundry from the kitchen table, and walk away. You know it’s childish, but his argument is one you don’t want to hear because you know he’s right. You know seeing Sam’s things everywhere doesn’t help. You know wearing clothes that still hold a little bit of his scent will only prolong your grief. And you know that calling his number to hear his voicemail message several times a day isn’t healthy. You’re just not ready to let go yet. And that’s something neither he nor Jody seems to understand.

“Dad, you need to drop this. She’s grieving,” you hear Dean say as you step into the hallway. “Do you want to push her away? Because that’s what’s gonna happen if you don’t leave her be!”

“I’m only trying to help, son,” John sounds defeated, and you pause to listen to what else they have to say about you. “She’s a good girl, Dean, and she’s choosing to waste away by locking herself in this damn house day after day!”

“Sam only died last month! Her husband has only been dead for six weeks,” Dean yells. “He’s barely cold in the ground, just let her grieve!”

You smile softly at the way Dean always has your back. That’s why the days he comes to check in on you are your favourite. He listens and understands you – or at the very least, pretends to. He gets why you’re still holding on. He gets that it’s not as easy as putting your big girl panties on and getting back on the horse. You lost your husband. The love of your life. You don’t just get up, dust yourself off and walk away from that. And Dean seems to be the only one who understands, which surprises you because John lost Mary when he was around your age and you thought that might make him understand what you’re going through a little more.

You hear John sigh, and from the scratching sound, run his hand over his stubbled face. “I just hate seeing her hurting. In all the time I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her do anything other than smile, and now, I never see that smile. Some days, like today, that hurts more than the loss of my son.”

“I know, dad. I miss her smile too, but she’s going through a process, and she’ll take her own time to do it. What she needs is for us to be supportive and stop pushing her to move on before she’s ready.”

You smile again, grateful beyond words that Dean gets it. Gets you. He’s always been good at reading people and emotions. He knows you better than you know yourself. Better sometimes, than even Sam did.

You’ve heard enough and make your way upstairs to put the laundry away, taking the time to stop, breathe, and reset because today is a good day.

Deciding you’ve hidden away upstairs long enough, you make your way back down to your guests, but stop short when you see John standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“I gotta get going, darlin’. I’m sorry if I upset you, it wasn’t my intention. I’m worried about you and trying to help.” he steps towards you and places a kiss on your forehead.

“I know,” you smile softly. “And I appreciate it… Sometimes.” You smirk, and John chuckles.

“I’ll see you in a few days, alright? I’ve been putting this hunting trip with Bobby off for a couple of weeks and I’ve run out of excuses!” he chuckles again.

“It’ll do you good to get away. You work too hard, and you’ve been taking care of me too, you deserve a break.” John’s been getting the family business ready for Dean to take over for the past few weeks, and you have the suspicion he isn’t quite as ready for retirement from Winchester Auto Repair as he says he is.

“Alright, I’m going. Dean, take care of our girl. Y/N, take care of Dean,” he jokes, and you let out a bleat of laughter, the sound now so foreign to the men in your hallway that they grin like little kids on Christmas morning. With a hug and another kiss on your forehead, John heads out.

“I’m sorry about dad, sweetheart. When mom passed, he didn’t have a choice and had to keep going because of me and Sammy, you know? I think he thinks everyone should be able to do the same.”

“I get it, I really do. But I don’t have anything to fight for, and I feel like I’m barely treading water most days,” you chuckle sadly. “Jody says the same kinda things, you know?” You glance up at Dean and see he’s got his whole attention on you.

“Her latest is: ‘Honey, when are you gonna stop wearing his clothes? Surrounding yourself in his scent constantly is tricking your brain into thinking he’s coming home…’” You mimic Jody’s voice perfectly, albeit a little whinier than she really is, causing Dean to chuckle. “I know she’s right… and so is your dad, just don’t tell them I said that!” you point at Dean in warning, and he holds up his hands.

“Your secrets are safe with me, sweetheart. No one needs John Winchester knowing he’s right about anything,” Dean chuckles before asking the question you know is coming. “So, if you know they’re right, what’s holding you back?”

“Because some days it comforts me. Wearing his clothes, smelling him, seeing his stuff exactly where he left it, makes me feel like he’s still here. Like literally here, watching me,” you sweep your arms around you, “and that makes me feel safe and comforted and loved. And I’m not ready to give that up yet.”

“You said some days,” Dean brings up. And of course, he picks up on that.

“What?” You ask, in a bid to delay the inevitable.

“You said, ‘some days it comforts me’. Are there days it doesn’t?”

“Me wearing his clothes, leaving his stuff around… it’s my choice. But sometimes I catch his scent when I’m not expecting it or find something in a drawer, and it hits me so hard, and I feel like I’m drowning in anger and grief and I–” your voice catches and you stop to take a deep, shaky breath. “Those are the days that kill me. The days I don’t move from the couch or even get out of bed. It’s like if I do these things – even though I know it’s not healthy – it feels better when it’s a choice I have and not forced on me.”

“So, it’s about controlling your grief?” Dean questions and it makes you stand a little straighter and give him your full attention. “They say the last stage of grief is acceptance, right?” He looks at you with a raised brow and you nod your head. “Sweetheart, I think you’re almost there, standing right at the line, but you’re not ready to cross it.”

“What are you, my therapist?” Your attempt at joking falls flat because you know he’s hitting the nail on the head.

“Hey, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it. I’m just trying to understand where you’re at and what’s stopping you from getting to the other side.” He stares at you intensely, and you can feel the heat rise from your neck. “Come on, sweetheart, help me out here. I just wanna figure out what’s going on in that pretty head of yours to see if I can help.”

“What if crossing that line means I’m forgetting him?” You mumble meekly.

“Y/N/N–” Dean starts but you cut him off, realising the need to say it out loud.

“If I clear out Sam’s things, get rid of all his clothes, put the photographs away, I’m removing every trace of him from this house. Our house. What if by doing that, and without seeing those reminders of him every day, it makes me forget him?”

“That’s never gonna happen, Y/N. Your relationship with Sam, your love for him and his for you, will always be a part of you,” Dean takes your hand and pulls you with him to the sofa and sits you down. Rather than take the seat next to you, he sits on the coffee table facing you. “I can tell by the look on your face you don’t believe me, so let me ask you a question.”

“Okay.” You’re dubious but agree anyway.

“Who was your first love? And I don’t mean Sam,” Dean states before you can try that argument. “I mean your first, first love. I’m talking like middle school and the first guy you thought you couldn’t live without.”

“Billy Richie.” It comes out of your mouth before your brain fully registers his question.

“What was Billy like?” Dean smirks, and you grin back at him, understanding where he’s going with this.

“He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a really cute smile. Oh! And he wore a leather jacket all the time, whatever the weather,” you giggled. “He sat next to me in Math class, he was always chewing gum and would wink at me every time he sat down.”

“Oh, Billy was a bit of a bad boy, huh?” Dean chuckles.

“Nah, he was a big teddy bear. He just looked the part.” You smile at the memories Billy Richie is stirring up. “He was my date to prom, and my first kiss.”

“And with that smile on your face, sweetheart, I’d say you remember him just as well now as you did fifteen years ago,” Dean holds your gaze, even gently pulling your chin towards him when you try to look away. “My point is that if you can remember bad boy Billy Richie so clearly after fifteen years, you’re gonna remember Sam even clearer in fifteen years because he was your husband.” Dean leans forward, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I get that you’re not ready to take that final step, and trust me, I have your back against anyone who tries to push you over that hurdle before you’re ready to make the jump. And when you do jump, I’ll be right here with you.” Dean smiles softly as he takes your hands in his. “But I do want you to think about doing one thing for me,” Dean’s voice is kind and gentle, and you know whatever he’s going to say to you is a suggestion rather than an order.

“I would really like you to think about going back to work. Seeing people, getting out of the house and having a distraction for a few hours a day will do you the world of good, sweetheart.”

Dean stares at you with such intensity and all you can see is how much he cares about you. It’s clear that he thinks this is the best thing for you, and the more you think about it, the more you agree with him.

“You know what? I’ll think on it a little more, but I think you might be right,” your answer is not what Dean expects by the way he looks like he’s just won the lottery.

“Awesome,” Dean declares. “Now we’ve got that out of the way, The Lost Boys is on tonight. Wanna order pizza and watch it?” He grins at you, and you can’t help but smile at how boyish he looks when he does that.

“Dean, it’s Friday. Don’t cancel your plans with whichever girl is your flavour of the week to spend the night in with me,” you tease.

“I, uhm,” he rubs his hand over the back of his neck, “haven’t had those kinda plans since the night Sammy…” he doesn’t finish his sentence. He doesn’t need to. “Even if I did,” he continues, “One: you are much more important than some girl in a bar, and two: I’d much rather spend the night watching movies with you.”

“Dean–”

“I mean it,” he insists. “You’re not a burden or an inconvenience – I know that’s what’s running through your head, don’t even try to argue with me! So, are we watching this damn movie together or are you gonna make me go home and watch it by myself? All alone. On a Friday night.” Dean’s feigned grumpiness makes you laugh.

“Fine! I’ll order the pizza! But I don’t have any beer, so if you want some, you’ll have to go to the store.”

“On it!” Dean stands and leans over to press another kiss on your forehead, something that was second nature to all the Winchester men where you’re concerned, but you aren’t going to complain about the sweet gesture. “You need anything else?” he asks as he picks up his car keys.

“No, all good. Just… please promise me you’ll drive safe,” you beg, worrying at your bottom lip.

“Always, sweetheart. I promise.”

Next Chapter>>

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justcallmeanobsessor · 10 months

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-Unseen Stalker-

-Trigger Warnings: Non-Con, Sexual Content, Stalker, Yandere, Hinting at Death

-Pairing: Supernatrual Yandere x gn Reader

INTRO:

I am warped in warmth while I sleep in the arms of a faceless creature. Their hands caress my hips as they lay behind me, our legs tangled in a way where you can't tell where one of us starts and the other begins. They mold us together so tightly to ensure I can never leave their side, so I can never escape from them.

I had recently moved to a small town with little to no plan and with almost nothing but the house that was now in my name. So here I stood looking up at the tall wooden structure with a less than friendly appearance, trying to convince myself to step inside. As I continuously sike myself out of stepping into my new humble abode of a murder house, It starts to rain ‘how classic’ I say out loud, less than amused. And as if the world was offended by my sarcastic remark, the drizzle of rain turned into a full blown storm in the matter of seconds.

With my clothes now soaked, I ran into the death trap that I now call home, to find the few boxes of items I brought along, all piled in the foyer. The house was bigger than imagined with a grand stairway right in front of the main door and one larger door on each wall to the sides of me. The left leads to the kitchen and the right looks to be a living room with a clam glow of an orange light coming from it. The house looks decrepit with cobwebs everywhere and you can see the wall paper peeling off.

As I take one more look around I hear a creak of the floorboards coming from the living room, I freeze in place, flight or fight instincts kicking in. It felt like I stood there frozen in place for hours but was probably only a few seconds. The only thing shaking me out from my frozen state was my need to take a breath of air that I didn't even notice I was holding. Every ounce of my body told me to run and get the hell out of there but the sound of thunder behind me served as a warning to not leave and the feeling of something pulling me towards the growing warmth of the living room did nothing to help my need to escape from this fright fest of a house. ‘It was probably just the house settling.’ I brushed off but In my rationalization I failed to realize when my feet started to move on their own, leading me towards the doorway of the living room.

I seemed to gain control again when I was sitting on the dust covered couch in front of a fireplace that seemed to have lit itself. I was both in awe and completely petrified at how this could be possible. Did someone light it before my arrival? But then why didn't I see a light from outside?

Yet as more time passed the fire seemed to wash away my worries and the exhaustion of the long day of travel seemed to overtake me as I laid my head on the plush coach. In my half sleeping state the sight of a figure in front of me went unnoticed with my drowsy mind.

The next morning I awoke to a blanket covering me and the once burning fire had been put out. While trying to come up with an explanation for this, I had yet to realize that this was just the beginning of these strange encounters.

Overtime Things would be done without me doing them, like dishes and laundry, even coming down to a meal that was already prepared. I would also have little notes pop up, that were more than strange, most were compliments written in elegant cursive, then others looked frantic begging me to stay and how much they longed for me. I came to the conclusion that It was a stalker, especially when I had begun to lose items of mine, be it a toothbrush or a piece of clothing. To say I was creeped out was an understatement.

This went on for at least a month when I finally decided to call the cops who I found completely unhelpful. When they couldn't find anything they just brushed it off, cocking it up to teens making a prank and animals that found a way in the house, oh how wrong they were.

I have to say, now I entirely regret ever calling them, for the events that took place after was a nightmare brought to life.

The days after, I was bombarded with dozens of letters from the unknown stalker. The handwriting was crazed and forceful, like they were putting all their strength into writing each letter. All of them all had the message of a singular word that caused chills to run down my spine. MINE. To say I was scared shitless is an understatement.

After a while the notes turned into nightmares filled with the same voice repeating that word over and over again. MINE MINE MINE. Getting louder with every repetition. After a week of this I didn't try to stay in that house for any longer. I was afraid that if I did I would start to believe the unknown creatures' words, that maybe in some way I was thei- NO. I shook my head rapidly trying to clear it of these thoughts as I ran to my car as fast as possible, speeding out of the driveway and down the road but not without getting a glimpse of a tall figure standing in the window. I didn't stay any longer to investigate who or what that was because frankly I value my life and just staying in that house for as long as I did was an utterly stupid decision.

As I continued to freak the hell out and put together what was happening, I failed to notice the headlights that were coming right for me and with a screech of tires and the view of my car heading straight towards a tree, I fell unconscious as the same word echoed in the back of my mind. MINE MINE MINE.

WIth the cushion of my bed beneath me and the warmth that engulfed me, for a second I thought everything that had happened was just a bad dream that my mind made up from watching to many horror movies but through the sounds of my own breaths my hopeful thoughts were rudely interrupted by the growl of the very same words that caused my whole body to convulse and my brain to be put into panic mode, MINE. A baritone voice echoed into my ear with a breath of air fanning across my face as it spoke that one frightening word solidifying where I stand in this predicament, I have no choices, what I am and what I have belongs to them and only them.

This only becomes more real when I feel their rough hands move from around my middle to my hips, caressing me as if to calm my rapidly beating heart. YOU'RE MINE. They keep saying over and over again, like an echo in my mind. Their demonically enchanting voice does nothing to help my panic that seems to increase. I try to wiggle out of their grasp but to no avail. Instead they pull me back into them even harder, making my back flush against them, allowing me to feel their growing erection that rests between my thighs. I struggle even more, disgusted, unwanting of what I might be in for if I stay in the arms of this unknown being.

The next sound that comes from this makes me stop my struggles instantly. An unearthly groan of pure pleasure rips through the silence of the room as he pulls my hips closer to him, grinding his length into the crevice of my ass. I try to scream but my throat closes in on itself keeping any sounds from escaping. His hands slip down my hips into the waistband of my pants pulling it along with my underwear down to my mid thigh, leaving just enough room to gain access to my hole. My mind races, panicking on what is about to happen. As my eyes are blocked with my unshed tears, all my thoughts are pushed away by a fog coming over my mind when I feel his bare length rub against my thigh.

I gasp and look over my shoulder to see who my perpetrator is, but all I see is the empty bed beside me and yet I can still feel them there, I can still feel their hands caressing me, I can still feel their breath against me, and I can still feel the head of their dick sliding it’s way into my hole. I tried so hard to scream for help and now I'm trying even harder to not let out a single moan, I can not give them the satisfaction they want.

I'm stuck in place as I hear them groan loudly when they finally sheath themself fully inside of me. After a few seconds they begin to move into me, holding on to my hips to pull me back with every thrust making their cock sink deeper into me than I have ever thought possible. As they speed up their thrusts they angle themselves in a way that hits a spot that makes my efforts of holding back my voice go in vain as I let out a loud moan that echoes against the walls of the bedroom.

They chuckle breathlessly into my ear, amused at my fruitless struggles. After one moan it was impossible to stop the onslaught of sounds that came after almost putting porn stars to shame. I had gone from cursing this beast to begging them for more within seconds and this being did not hold back on giving me what I asked. Their thrusts had sped up to ungodly speeds and the force of them caused the bedframe to shake. I felt the coil of pleasure form in the pit of my stomach, that tightened with every calculated thrust they made. Soon they had me screaming beside them in a pile of sweat and tears trying to calm from the high they had brought me to.

they did not stop their onslaught of thrusts, even with my body that had become sensitive to the touch.

I begged them to stop when the pleasure soon turned into pain. All that they responded with was a grunt in acknowledgment yet still did not relent till they finally came with a few more thrusts letting out their warm fluid inside of me with a loud groan of pleasure. My face was covered in tears and snot. My body, spasming from the overstimulation. I hiccuped as their hands rubbed over my hips in a comforting manner. They refused to pull out of me, so they stayed there unmoving from their place within me. Pumping into me every so often. Even when I tried to move my hips away from them, they would pull me right back on to their cock. STAY. They grumbled, more as an order than a question. I stayed in that spot, sobs still raking through my body, knowing that against this unknown creature I have no chances of escape.

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captain-lessship · 1 year

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The Cobains Pt. 1

A/n: Here’s a fun water drinking game (We all need to stay hydrated) take a sip every time I use the word ‘soft’ in this.

You had the life of your dreams.

You were simply finishing up the dishes when you heard a familiar thud. Your cat, Turnip, popped his head out From around the corner of the kitchen doorway.

“Is it who we think it is?” You asked the animal you treated like your own kid. The door rattled like someone was unlocking it, “I think it is!”

You quickly dried your hands off and picked Turnip up, holding him as if he were a swaddled baby. Just as you left the kitchen and went into the hallway just as he walked in.

A smile came to your face. It was Kurt. He’d been away for a tour and was fun back.

“Hey honey!” He called, not realizing you were standing right there. When he looked up and saw you; all exhaustion left him.

He loved you. All of you. Your smile, your eyes, your mannerisms and your heart. You were a good person who made other people strive to be better.

When you two first met, he was drawn to you.

It was at an album party for Nirvana and you tagged along with your friends who were part of the production team and because you offered to help clean up after, which was a complicated endeavor. Especially after someone threw ranch in a food fight.

He was stealing glances at you, trying to figure out if he knew you. Being a shy person at heart, he didn’t want to come up to you immediately. But Dave, who he was holding a conversation with, noticed.

“Ya know, if she catches you staring at her, she’ll think you’re a of creep.” He said, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, it is kinda weird.” His attention went fully back to Dave, continuing with his conversation.

Then a tap on his shoulder broke his attention again, he looked to see you.

“Hi! I just noticed you were looking at me and like, I do that too, I don’t think I know you personally but you seem nice.”

“Uh, yeah I don’t think we know each other but we could get to know each other?” He said, a smile coming to his face.

Dave just smiled and rolled his eyes as he walked away and left the two of you.

You loved him. All of him. His oceanic blue eyes, his calm demeanor and his gentle voice. He was a calming presence, instantly melting your worries away with a single step into your vicinity. He eased your heart.

You had a habit of taking on too much. A certain instance came to mind: it had been a few months into your relationship and Kurt had stayed over and fell asleep on the couch, which you took as a opportunity to do some of the stuff you had overburdened yourself with:

Help your friend move, been bribed into a different shift and we’re going to night classes at a college you worked hard to get into.

You were exhausted as you were sitting on table, surrounded by papers. You didn’t hear Kurt get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen.

“Uhh, what’re you doing?” He asked, confused and half asleep.

“Wishing I had a clone.”

He simply walked to the kitchen table and looked at the papers, “Well, do you want some help? I am not a clone but I can read and have hands.” He joked, doing jazz hands.

A bright smile came to your face, “Hi!” You exclaimed, “Look who also came to say hi!” You held Turnip out to him.

“Hey buddy,” He took the cat from you, “Aren’t you in a lovey mood?”

“Where’s your stuff? I probably need to do two loads of laundry cause there’s my clothes too.”

He softly smiled, “You haven’t even given me a kiss and you’re trying to escape to the laundry room?” He joked.

You rolled your eyes as you walked up to him and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I guess it’s in the car.”

Kurt gently put Turnip down, “Yeah, I will go get my stuff in a bit. Can we just, ya know, relax for a while?”

Just one look at his tired eye and you knew what he wanted to do. You smiled as you took his hand and walked him through the house to the back porch where there was a bench swing. You sat on the far right side and he promptly laid down, resting his head on your thigh.

You carded your fingers through his hair, slightly twirling parts of it. The swing gently swung, almost putting the extremely overworked man to sleep.

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you too.” You said, gently closing your own eyes.

“You know, this is the life.”

“Hm?”

He lifted himself up to look at you, “Sitting on the porch with a beautiful woman, just existing.”

You took this as an opportunity to scoot closer to his side and lay your head on his shoulder. “There’s only one thing that’s make it better.”

“What?”

“Ocean waves.”

He laughed, which you felt like a low rumble, “You’re still in Hawaii, aren’t you?”

“It was the best vacation ever.” You justified.

“We had to leave your precious baby alone.” He joked.

“People hire babysitters for their kids, why can’t we hire one for our precious Turnip Von Cobanius?”

“Because he isn’t our kid.”

You feigned an offended gasp, “Kurt! How dare you denounce your son?”

“No son of mine is going to be forced to wear bow ties by his mom.”

“It was for Christmas.” You said, “And he looked precious.”

“God, I’d hate to see what’d you dress up an actual baby in.”

You paused, “Kurt. You’ve been talking about a baby an awful lot.”

He looked at you, “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just figured that, well, since you never said you didn’t want one, we could maybe talk about it but if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

You thought. You had always wanted a kid in your life and there was no one else you rather have one with. “Are we ready for one? That’s the real question.”

There was a lot of logic in that thought. Unless you weee both at the peak of readiness, you rather not bring a child into the world.

“Financially? Yeah. Health wise? Sort of, I’d have to stop smoking or smoke less and we’d just have to take care of ourselves a little bit better.”

You had given up smoking due to the stains it was making on your fingers and having developed chronic sinus issues. “I think we’d be good parents.”

“Yeah,” he was deep in thought, “I think I want a kid.”

“Boy or girl?” You asked.

“Girl.”

“What’d we name her?”

“I don’t know, definitely not something like Elizabeth or Sara.”

“I like Elizabeth though.”

He scoffed, “It’s too basic.”

“That’s what makes it beautiful.” You said, looking at the distant clouds. “It is a boy, I want to name him Peter Vincent.”

He scowled and then began repeating it for a moment, then the realization hit him, “No. No matter how much I love you,” you sat up and looked him in the eye, which he promptly yet gently held you by the face, “Our child is not having the same initials as a type of pipe.”

A fit of laughter spring from you, “Come on! It’d be great.” You pulled your face from his hands, opting to hold one instead.

“It’s a no. And we reserve the rights to veto names that we absolutely despise.”

“Alright Mr. Cobain,” you huffed, “What would you name your son?”

He thought, “Well, Mrs. Cobain, I would name him Erin. E-R-I-N.”

“Middle name?”

“Daniel.”

You thought, “I like Erin but not Daniel.”

“Erin Vincent.”

“I was kidding about the Vincent thing, darling.” You thought, “What about Graham?”

“Erin Graham? Wait wait, now hear me out,” he seemed as if he had a genius idea, “We do that thing where we wait a few weeks after and let their personalities show, then we pick a name based on that.”

You rolled your eyes, a amuse smile on your face , “Sure, our weeks old baby is already going to have his or her personality planned out.”

“Its a good idea and you know it.”

It was later that night as you watched Kurt in the reflection in the mirror. You knew the man was close to tumbling over with how sleepy he stumbled around.

“Kurt, come to bed already.” You said, try to entrance and coerce him to your shared bed.

He looked your way, “Coming, Honey. I just need to wash my hands and turn the light off.”

Ever so truthful, after he did that, you felt the weight of him fall into the bed. The heavy sigh he let out let you know exactly how tired your poor lover was. You rolled over, a soft smile on your face. You gently moved your hand up and down his back, rubbing it.

He let out soft, happy sighs at this, “Thank you, baby.” He whispered.

“Mhm, you’d do it for me.” You acknowledged.

“Might put me to sleep.”

“That’s the point, darling.” You whispered, not what to disrupt the growing lull you were putting him in.

Soft snores eased your worry of disrupting his trance.

#kurt cobain #kurt cobain x reader #female reader #x fem!reader #romance #domestic life #reader #nobody asked for this #fanfic #fanfic writing #Talks of children #Child planning #married couple #fluff writing #tooth rotting fluff #part one

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redactedasmrmcloven · 1 year

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I love that I found the Redacted Asmr community on tumblr. It has truly been giving me light in these last few dark weeks. I thought I would try my hand at a few of my own headcanons for the Shaw pack boys and my vampire prince and cowboy

David & Angel

Someone on here had mentioned that Angel must have talked with David about how he communicated with them. Because in the beginning of the videos with David he had so much pent up anger and was just mean. I like the idea of Angel standing up for themselves to David and telling him off.

Love the idea of David seeking therapy at Angel’s request to deal with his grief and anger about Gabe dying. I think David is obviously upset that his father died and sad for his loss. But I also think he has a lot of anger for being left alone and taking up the responsibility of the pack at such a young age.

David going to therapy and learning to communicate his feelings and how to properly cope with his father’s passing

David apologizing to Angel for being mean/agressive and promising to be better in how he talks to them

Milo - Sweetheart

Maybe its because I am Muslim but love love love the idea of stealth culture being Islamic in some ways. Like Sweetheart covers their hair with a hijab or wears more modest clothing because part of stealth culture is only revealing your body/self to those you trust or have deep commitments to.

Milo taking his jacket off to cover Sweethearts hair after a young shifter accidentally tugs too hard at their hijab while they were playing at a pack gathering

Sweetheart wearing a niqab on days they don’t want to feel particularly seen

Milo matching his ties/shirts to Sweethearts scarves when they go out together

Milo supporting Sweetheart through Ramadan. He will make sure they get up early enough to eat, do morning prayers before they have to get ready for work and is respectful of Sweethearts fasting

Milo educates the rest of the pack on Ramadan making sure members aren’t doing anything extremely explicit in front of Sweetheart so their fast is not broken

Sweetheart’s family does not live nearby so they often celebrate Eid alone if they can’t get back home to be with them. Milo gets the entire pack to participate and has David and Marie work together to cook an Eid meal for Sweetheart

Asher / Babe

Asher is the wolf boy that took the longest to grow on me. I thought he was to immature but he has truly grown on me and I love him! In my headcanon for him similar to how Angel had to talk with David about his behavior I think Babe had a similar moment. Asher is naturally sweet and playful but I can imagine in the beginning of their relationship Babe had to tell Asher to grow up.

Babe getting into it with Asher because he doesn’t clean up after himself and spent the entire day playing video games. After a hard and long day at the office Babe wants nothing more than to come back to a clean apartment. But once they arrive they find Asher in the same position they left him in before they went to work. Trash has not been taken out, sink full of dishes that weren’t there before, and dirty laundry still on your shared bedroom floor. Babe calls him out for breaking the promise he made to clean.

Babe having to be more parent than partner to their mate

Babe trying to go to bed early for work and Asher up late being loud playing video games

Asher being irresponsible over shared task that inconvenience Babe. Which leads to Babe blowing up at Asher

Asher recognizes his wrongs and becomes a more attentive partner. I think of the boys Asher is the most emotionally intelligent but Babe helps him be more cognizant of his own actions

In quite a few videos we see Asher saying he needs to step up to support David more. Babe helps Asher mature in so many ways because Babe has always had to take care of themselves while Asher has always had people take care of him.

Babe has a strong work ethic similar to David. And just like David needs Asher to pull a more playful side out of him. Ash does the same for Babe

Asher being afraid he isn’t growing as fast as his friends. David is engaged, Milo buying a new home, Christian is not as evil, Amanda moving away for new opportunities.

Babe comforting him and telling him not to compare his growth to others

Babe will sometimes support the pack and the security business by doing their accounting for them. They are great at numbers and have worked for many different accounting firms.

Sam and Darlin (Tank)

I cannot tell you how much I love the growth of their relationship. Both of them opening up and being vulnerable with one another makes my heart swell. Content warn for mentions of abusive relationships

I like the idea of Vincent having rubbed off on Sam by Sam sneaking into Darlin’s apartment to leave food in their very empty fridge. So when Tank wakes up and is hungry and checks their fridge they have all these meals with a note from Sam saying eat your veggies

Tank booking night time horse riding sessions because Sam loves horses and grew up riding them

In my mind and I’ve seen it on here mentioned a few times but Tank was in an abusive relationship with Quinn. Tank still gets unsettled watching Sam drink blood and has to remind themselves to make eye contact with Sam. Quinn use to trance them and make fun of them

Sam understands Darlin’s hesitation around vampires and in the beginning also noticed Darlin had a hard time making eye contact with him.

Tank sometimes feels insecure for not offering Sam to feed off of them. They understand that its a very intimate and trusting thing to do between vampires and their partners. But they think of the times Quinn fed on them without consent and would take too much blood and it scares them

Sam thinks about asking to feeding on Darlin but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to trigger them and he still has a lot of internalized hate for being a vampire

Sam still struggles to feed sometimes and will go to the very last minute without getting blood. He prefers to drink blood with human food

Tank also makes sure Sam is eating by having blood available in their fridge for when Sam is over. They both argue about the other not taking care of themselves

Tank and Sam both working together to heal from their previous abusive relationships

Sam no longer wants to hate Alexis but cannot move on until she apologizes to him

When Tank brings Sam to pack events the younger shifters will often ask to race Sam to truly see how fast vampires can run

Sam once asked Darlin if they could ride them in wolf form. Darlin thought it was extremely cute and said yes but Sam was so embarrassed by the request he ended up not riding Darlin

Vincent + Lovely

I definitely was crying bad when Vincent turned Lovely. I like seeing how Lovely has come to terms with turning and relearning their body again.

Once Lovely was able to go out on their own after the bloodlust they had a lot of shit to share with their therapist!

Lovely sometimes will shock Vincent as a joke and still does

Vincent loves when Lovely uses their powers on him

Vincent has nightmares still about Inversion and Lovely has been trying to convince him to also start seeing a therapist

Lovely’s favorite date nights with Vincent are when they go for long night drives and stop at their favorite 24/7 Ice cream shop

Lovely’s fav ice cream is Ben and Jerrys Tiramisu. Vincent keeps their home stocked up on it

Vincent was known as player in his time before Lovely but Lovely to Vincents surprise also broke many hearts

Lovely ran into one of Vincents human relatives at the store one time. They have never told Vincent as he simply does not talk about his human family

Even though Lovely’s electro powers aren’t the same as they were before they still have quite a bit of power

This was a lot longer than anticipated. But those are my headcanons

#redacted david #redacted sweetheart #redacted shaw pack #milo greer #david shaw #sam collins #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted asmr milo #redacted vincent #redacted asher #vincent solaire

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Hyunjin (Stray Kids) Ideal Type - Astrology Based

okay so because i am not working with hyunjin's birth time this is really going to be surface level information. i will be looking into his moon as well as his venus.

Virgo Moon

you are special virgo moon men can be hard on themselves. their partner should remind them that they are special and that their flaws are what make them special

perfectionists someone who is just and pardon my french, anal as he about things lol i don't believe he would want someone who doesn't care if things are messy or go unexpected

getting hot in here his partner should have things to add that extra pizzazz and wow factor in the bedroom. now i'm not talking fifty shades of grey red room of pain pizzazz but maybe something along the lines of sensory play. nothing crazy!

receiver virgo moon men give affection on the daily so someone who doesn't like that wouldn't be ideal for him

you got it! this is more on hyunjin's side - he can adapt to what his partner wants and needs. if his partner wants someone adventurous let's say in the bedroom, he can do that. if they want someone who leaves love notes, he can try (see further down to understand why) so he will need someone who knows what they want in the relationship and what they want from him. just to make it easier on the man

ambivert/extrovert (?) take this with a grain of salt. virgo moon men can be very shy people. they don't want to draw any negative attention towards themselves and be judged by other people so they can be quiet and withdrawn. perhaps, he could use someone who is both an extrovert and introvert depending on the situation or an extrovert to help him learn that it's okay to be goofy and silly and crazy - and not to give a sh*t about what people say

great sense of humor we've all seen how weird and funny hyunjin is (and overly dramatic) so someone who can laugh along with him (and possibly at his goofy ass) will be nice

your happiness matters too! virgo moon men and i mean this in the most loving way possible, can be pushovers. they like helping people but they can sometimes forget that their health and happiness matter as well. he could look for someone who can remind him that he needs to think about himself too

cheerleader he needs a partner who will remind him to dream and to actually go for those dreams because they could of course not come true or he could miss a chance at something amazing

jealousy much he's a natural chick magnet so his partner should be prepared

also, here is an added bonus i had no idea where to put...hyunjin or should i say virgo moon men...are not the greatests flirts. they can be downright awkward around women (if he's interested in women) so perhaps if he's looking for a woman she may need to do the flirting and be direct haha

ideal partner he is looking for the right person and by right person the epitome of perfection! whatever he has in his mind is what he will go after. nothing more and nothing less

abandoned he's so hard on himself to the point of self-loathing and being so overly critical of himself that he can drive people away. his partner will need to either learn how to get him out of this funk or be prepared to pull their hair out when he gets like this - if worse comes to worse they could leave him too : (

domestic if his partner wants someone to help with the chores hyunjin is that man. he's very domestic. laundry, dishes, rearranging the furniture to bring in positive energy - he's down for it all

be your own person hyunjin could want a partner that can think, do, handle their own business themselves. to go for whatever they dream about going for and he would love to be there for the ride as well. cheering and offering a helping hand if needed (like seriously if his partner needs ANYTHING he will do it for them...well within reason lol)

t.l.c he needs a partner that is loving, considerate, and someone who can handle his self-deprecating ass (sorry had to say it...virgo moon men really need to suck it up a little lol) when he is in those moods he needs a shoulder to cry on, or a loving embrace to be wrapped in. he will need someone to remind him (like i said earlier) that he is enough and perfect as is

tough skin as i've said he's critical of himself, well guess what, he's critical of his partner as well. so his partner should be able to handle criticism. he doesn't do this to make them feel bad about themselves/have self-esteem issues but to help them be the best they can be. remember he is looking for perfection so...he will do his best to help it along!

get ready for exams! hyunjin is a water sign, he's going to want devotion from his partner. he'll put them through a series of tests to be sure that THEY ARE THE ONE (trust your unnie scorpio here *wink*)

no need to be mushy hyunjin will need a partner who understands that he won't be all over them with lovey dovey type of love. virgo moon people will express their love and affection in practical ways not in "big displays of affection"

slow and steady wins the race please take this with a grain of salt...virgo moon people may feel intimidated with aspects revolving around sex. they could even be uncomfortable with their own sexuality.

people with a moon in virgo are body aware and can lack confidence in what they're working with. but there is a bright side... his partner will need to take things slow and when he's comfortable around them he'll be able to show his love for them in all senses of the word

forbidden fruit when a person with a virgo moon are comfortable let's say this just like i said above...they will be down and ready and with hyunjin's "wanting to please others" and "be useful" side... good luck to his future partner *wink*

serious! hyunjin isn't looking for a one-night stand or a quick fling. he want's a relationship with this placement. so someone who is serious and wants a relationship as well will be perfect for him

PISCES VENUS

don't judge a book by it's cover but the contents inside those with a pisces in venus will not judge someone by their status. they don't care. what they care about is the person inside. so, hyunjin will most likely look towards his partners heart more than anything on the outside

play the victim (?) just kidding but pisces venus people can have a tendency to like people who need "a little help" or those who are the "underdogs"

this can mean that he either wants to "save" his partner or would want his partner to "save" him. it can go either way

inequality this can mean that he wants to be in charge and handle things which would make sense with his moon in virgo being sort of like the "i'll do it" "i'll help" "i've got this" added with the "saving" portion - he may want someone whom he can take care of. again, it could be reversed where he may want to be the one to be taken care of instead. either way one person may take on more of the dominant role instead of things being equal

hard to love commitment issues can be hard in terms of tying people with a pisces venus down. it's like they want to be in love, they want to be in a relationship but at the same time it doesn't sink down to the heart level. it's like seeing an iceberg floating in the water. what you see is just what is above the surface. there is MUCH more to that iceberg below the water

i've lost the map it can be hard for hyunjin to map out the relationship or to know what he wants and why with this placement. his partner will need to keep this in mind and be understanding that he may never really know..."what he wants" this seems to contradict his moon in virgo since that placement is looking for the perfect person - but at the end of the day no one is perfect, so it in a roundabout way makes sense with not knowing what you want or "who"

greatest desire finding this special someone is going to be a pisces venus' biggest desire. again he will be looking for THE ONE. when he finds that person his feelings will be real and there will be so much love there

emotions taking me over hyunjin will be attracted to a sensitive and emotional partner. someone who accepts and embraces their femininity (i do want to warn...someone who is not "too sensitive" will be ideal considering his virgo moon) (believe me, my mom is a virgo in her sun and she can be SUPER CRITICAL) lol

walk instead of run anyone that is impulsive, who acts before thinking can be annoying to hyunjin with this placement. like in his moon, he analyzes situations and wants things to go over smoothly to utter perfection. someone who is a "dive in head first" may find themselves getting the side-eye

cabin in the woods a man with a pisces venus may be prone to being out in nature, or being one with nature. if they live in the city i can see them wanting to go to a park or to be a plant dad lol he may want a partner that likes nature as well or doesn't mind being around it (sorry fellow allergy sufferers)

wishy washy his partner will need to keep up with this part. hyunjin may have a tendency to like something one second and disregard it the next. he could be flying high then riding low. he can be appreciative then he can be spiteful. this up and down behavior is something to look out for

diplomacy hyunjin could possibly be a dreamer. with his moon in virgo i stated that he needs someone who can give him that little push if he needs it to go for his dreams/ambitions. this comes up again here, but it's in the sense that he may have crazy ideas so someone who can balance out the crazy and lead him in the right direction calmly may be perfect for him

don't be fake look water signs are intuitive okay. scorpio, pisces, cancer, they are all ruled by water which means: emotions, creativity, relationships, and you guessed it INTUITION. hyunjin will be able to see through any bullsh*t so his partner needs to be real with him. even if that means being vulnerable from the get go. not let me tell you my whole life story from day 1 but more like looking into his eyes and showing him who they are in their heart. the love, happiness, hurt, pain, and etc.

traditional take this with a grain of salt. he could look for someone that has traditional values when it comes to a relationship. what i mean is: meeting, testing the waters, dates, taken status, engaged, and marriage, turning into old farts together. something like this. he really and i do mean, boy do i f*cking mean REALLY wants to find the perfect person (getting tired of seeing this lol) so someone who can show him what the future with them will look like is probably going to get some extra bonus points

cool calm and collective harmony, peace, no conflicts. this is what hyunjin desires in a relationship. he doesn't want to fight with his partner. doesn't want to compete with his partner. he really wants that zen "all is good in your arms" type of relationship. someone hostile, aggressive, extra naggy, or even short-tempered may not be the person for him

perfection...is not a word so, take this with the finest grain of salt. despite wanting the perfect relationship. despite looking far and wide and over yonder, he may end up cheating. this is if (i said this in the moon) women are around him too much OR if he is surrounded by people who are very lax in their commitment towards people. sort of "you're a product of your environment" type of thing

also, if his partner and i hate to say this...isn't ideal or living up to his standards he may find himself in someone else's arms

all he needs is love affection, love, caring, straightforwardness, devotion. loving him for him. that is what hyunjin needs in a partner

indifferent okay i'm putting this here because i think it's important. even if hyunjin may like someone if he personally can't see it going the full circle he won't even bother trying. for an example, if he meets someone that is damn near close to the perfect person but they live in another country he may just walk away because of this obstacle. if he can't see himself or the other person getting over it he may never go through with it

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #skz hyunjin #hyunjin ideal type #skz astrology #stray kids astrology #skz hyunjin ideal type #kpop astrology

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fanficsforfun · 10 months

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Not alone

Pairing: Indiana Jones x gender neutral reader

Era: 1960s (the Dial of Destiny)

Word count: 780

Warnings: none (well, except the age gap)

Summary: You’re feeling lonely and decide to see if Indy would want to talk with you

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You were all alone at home which at the moment didn't feel exactly great, and for some mysterious reason you got the idea to go and ring the doorbell of the old professor who lived on the same floor as you. You two had chatted pretty much every time you happened to be somewhere simultaneously, and you enjoyed his company. He was nice to talk with, witty and wise, and always willing to give you a moment of his time. Yet you had never sought his company like this before.

You didn't realize it was a bit weird thing to do until you rang his doorbell, but at that point you didn't dare back out. It would have been even weirder to run away (especially if you had been caught). So you stood where you were, trying to come up with something even relatively smart to say while waiting for him to come to the door.

What you didn't expect was for him to show up in nothing but his underwear and a t-shirt.

“What?” Indy grumbled, sounding like the doorbell had woken him up.

You couldn't get a word out of your mouth, but before you had even tried, he spoke again.

“Oh. Hi, kid. Sorry ‘bout my outfit”, his tone changed quite a bit after he realized who you were. “What is it?”

“Well… I-”, you started but then sighed and decided to be straight with him. “I’m gonna be honest here, I feel lonely and I was hoping we could… talk?”

“Sure, come in, take a seat”, Indy moved away from the door to let you in and gestured towards his living room. “Sorry ‘bout the mess.”

“No problem”, you replied, though his place was in a desperate need of cleaning. There were boxes of who knows what stuff laying all around, a few dirty dishes sitting on the living room table, and some laundry on the floor. You decided it was best not try to sit anywhere, and so you awkwardly stayed standing in the doorway.

Indy realized the problem, walked past you and quickly cleaned up the worst of the mess to make room for you on the couch, giving you an apologetic grin.

“No, seriously, I apologize for this. I wasn’t expecting anyone to come over. I’m usually not this messy.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it”, you smiled.

When the living room looked more or less tidy, Indy stopped in the middle of the room and stated: “I suppose I'd better find something decent to wear.” With that, he disappeared into his bedroom. While he was gone, you sat on the couch, and only a few moments later he came back with socks, pants and a blouse shirt on.

“Do you want coffee or tea or something?” He then asked.

“Tea would be nice, thank you”, you replied with a quick smile.

“Tea, right”, Indy said more to himself than to you and walked over to the small kitchen. You shifted on the couch so that you saw him going through the cabinets looking for tea bags and a clean mug. You leaned your head in your hands and watched him silently. You felt a little strange being in his home, but on the other hand, you felt much better already.

A smile had risen on your lips without you even realizing it, and when Indy glanced at you, he couldn't help but smile too. It had been a long time since there had been younger people in the house, or anyone at all for that matter. He was happy to have you over.

After the tea was ready, Indy walked up to you with two mugs in his hands and handed one of them to you. You took it with a smile. Then he sat down in his armchair, his gaze meeting yours.

“So, it hasn't been the greatest day of your life, right?" Indy opened the conversation.

“I’ve seen worse, but yeah”, you nodded, staring into your mug. “I guess I still am not used to living on my own, you know. It gets lonely from time to time.”

“Trust me, I know”, he replied softly.

Maybe it was something in his voice, or his essence, or who knows what, but you got carried in pouring out everything that was on your mind, even though you weren't usually so fond of talking about highly personal matters. Although the situation wasn't common for him either, Indy listened to you, and despite his comments being often short, they had a surprisingly positive effect on you. Rarely had you felt so heard and seen as you did now. And it was exactly what you had needed.

#dial of destiny #indiana jones #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

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calzone-d · 2 years

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Mild Misunderstandings (part one)

pairing: Ted Lasso x Reader

warnings: arguing

word count: 683

summary: a stressful week begins to take it’s toll on you and Ted.

a/n: Hi guys! I got a request for some Ted angst and here’s what I whipped up. Let me know if you’d like to see part two! My inbox is open!

It had been a long week, to say the least. The team hit a sort of brick wall in terms of wins. It was taking its toll on Ted. You could tell by his short responses, lack of jokes, and the crease that had made a home between his brows. Deep down, you knew this would pass, but right now it just sucked.

To add to it, people at your job were getting laid off left and right with no warning. You were on edge for the past week, worrying about losing your job, and wondering if there was anything you could do to avoid it.

Add those two situations together and you get a lot of hours worked, excessive stressing, and some of the household chores being neglected.

This morning, you had woken up hoping to get some extra love from Ted before work. As you kissed down his neck, he brushed you off with a “I need to get to work early”, leaving you feeling embarrassed and rejected. That already gave you a bad foot to start your day off on.

You didn’t hear much from Ted other than his “Get to work safe, I love you” and his “Just made it home” texts. So, when you came in the door to find the sink full of dirty dishes and laundry hampers filled to the brim, you reached your breaking point.

At first, you tried to not say anything, to let Ted bring it up first. Not getting that memo, he had his head buried in a notebook of plays he and Beard had been scribbling in.

“Ted, do you have any plans on doing this laundry that’s been sitting here? I need to wash my clothes for next week”, admittedly you probably could have asked nicer, but you were mentally and physically exhausted the same as he was.

Not looking up from his book he replied, “Can you not just do it? I’m in the middle of something right now.” with the remnants of an attitude usually unheard of from the man.

You tried your best to be calm. “No, Ted. I’ve done basically everything this week and there’s still shit to do. I’m only one person, you could at least wash your clothes.”

Finally, he turned to face you. “Y/N I’ve had a shit week with the way the team is playing right now, and trying to get us back to where we were, so I’m sorry if I can’t be the perfect boyfriend for you right now.”

“I’m not asking you to be perfect, Ted. I’m asking you to help” you huffed.

“Well you’re bein’ pretty damn inconsiderate at the moment Y/N. I know you’ve seen how stressed I’ve been.”

“Yeah, Ted, and have you taken a second to notice the stress I’m under, too? You’ve never acted like this towards me before and this is just uncalled for. We’re supposed to help each other out and it feels like I haven’t gotten a bit of help this week.”

“I’ve been busy, Y/N!”

“So have I! I’ve had my own struggles this week and you’ve barely looked a second in my direction. It feels like all you’ve done is brush me off and it’s really starting to hurt my feelings.”

“Am I just ‘too much’ for you, then? May as well go ahead and leave. Seems to be what’s easiest.” The mention of Michelle’s doing didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Did I ever say that Ted? I’m not Michelle, and this isn’t your past relationship.”

It was now that you noticed the whiskey bottle he had drunk a hefty amount from.

“Maybe I’m just trying to make it easier for you.”

Tears began to prick at your eyes, and you didn’t have the energy to argue with him any more. You put the dish rag you were holding on the counter and ran a hand through your hair.

“We can talk about this tomorrow, Ted. I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

You walked towards the guest room hoping he didn’t hear your light sniffles.

Thanks for reading!

#ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso imagine #ted lasso angst #my writing

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paigenoelchas-blog · 1 year

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She runs through the door arms full of grocery bags, forgetting to shut the door behind her. Her golden hair, loosely tied back in braids fly behind her as she moves quickly through the house. She is a flurry of energy. If I didn't believe it to be impossible, I would think she had overcaffeinated.

She is talking about all things regarding her day, but I can barely make them out. She is beautiful and I am infatuated with her in ways that go far beyond what a normal lover would feel. I try desperately to catch every word, but I am caught in all of who she is.

She is a whirlwind of movement flitting from one room to the other so quickly, I can barely keep up. I take the bags from her and place them on the kitchen counter. She has not stopped speaking. She has, however, bent down to pet the dog, picked up the dishes, started a load of laundry, and unload the groceries. All the while continuing an eloquent diatribe.

I love her always. I delight in her when she is like this. It contradicts her usual composure. I am honored by the fact that she will share her feelings and her day with me. I am overjoyed that we are able to be here in this place and that we have a future.

I missed her today, but my spirit has missed her all of the years before we met.

I lean against the counter, energy drink in hand and watch as she flies around the house completing various tasks while spewing forth all other thoughts and feelings about the day.

I can't help but smile. I don't think she notices. If she did she would have stopped to ask me why. I don't wish her to stop. She is adorable. I can't stop watching. I know that I should be more helpful, but these moments don't come around often.

I climb out of my thoughts just long enough to listen, "Could you help me unload the car? I accidentally stopped by Target today and ended up with more things than I needed. I also stopped by the game store and bought you some magic cards, I thought that you and Dan, maybe Thomas, could do a draft or something fun like that. I got cat and dog food, paid our bills, and brought home some steak and salad things for dinner. Does that sound good to you? I stopped by the hardware store for those new deadbolts that you wanted. I had the best time with Cleo and the girls today. Cleo made this cinnamon chocolate thing that was amazing and Lily brought over some new coffee that she and Dan roasted. Did you know that they roast their own coffee? It was so good. I was talking to Jessy today and we think we should go on a camping trip. I know that the outdoors is not your favorite place after having to live the way that you did for so long, but this time I would be with you and we could take the dog? What do you think? We can talk about it later. I also think we should plan on having a dinner party. A fancy one where we dress up. Wouldn't that be nice? Now that we have this place and we are established? I want you to feel comfortable though so if you say no to that, well that is just fine. Now that you can travel for fun is there anywhere you would like to go? What would be your favorite place? I like the cold and not the hot. I know that you do as well. We should go to Iceland or Norway. Somewhere where we could stay in an ice castle and cuddle up in each other's arms. Do you think Boomer is lonely? Should we get another dog? I hate these dishes. Why did I buy them? I have to get out of these shoes. They are so cute, don't you think? But they are not easy on the feet. Also, I need a pedicure badly... and a massage, we should go get one of those couple's massages, better yet, we should just give each other massages soon. Yes, that would be a much better idea. Tomorrow I have the morning free, do you want to go to breakfast? How often should a normal person go out to breakfast? I feel like it should be every day. We still have to go and unload the car. I got new sheets for the bed and a new dress that you should see me in. I bought that phone cord thing that you needed and a couple of lamps. Well, you will see when we unload. Also at the hardware store, I bought a new lighting fixture for the kitchen. Do you think we need new flooring in here?"

I can't take it anymore. I move behind her and place my hand on her her hips. Leaning into her ear, I lower my voice and whisper, "Please, shut up, Love." I nibble a little on her ear and her words stop. As I feel her tension begin to uncoil and I spin her around and prepare to give her a proper welcome home greeting. I lean in and bite her lower lip before gently, barely grazing her lips with mine, then deepen the kiss asking for more. She obliges. We eventually pull away and stare at each other as if we had spent lifetimes apart instead of only a few hours. My fingers brush the hair off of her face hers play with the hair at the base of my neck. The silence at this moment is almost deafening compared to the madness that existed a few minutes earlier.

She meets my eyes, "That is better." I tell her, still feeling the need to speak in a hushed tone, "I have missed you today." She is in my arms, right where she belongs. I direct her to the couch. "Shall we sit and have a conversation? I would love to discuss some of these things with you. For example, how does one "accidentally " stop by Target? Boomer is not lonely, he has Jester, the cat, as a friend. I would also like a vacation with you and I don't care where we go as long as I am with you and there are cuddles involved. We can go out to breakfast anytime that you want to. I would never judge...and giving you a massage sounds like a wonderful idea."

She smiles a deep broad smile. "Thank you for understanding me and for listening to my crazy rambles."

"I am sure that I didn't hear everything. I was slightly distracted and at a significant disadvantage." I say pulling her into the couch next to me. She leans her head on my shoulder and I trace fine circles up and down her arm.

"DIstacted? Disadvantage?" She asks.

"Yes, beautiful girl." I play with her hair as I speak, "You and those cute shoes distract me. You are incredible and accomplished. You are gorgeous and full of life and I love it. Sometimes it requires all I have to take it all in. The disadvantage that I am under is twofold. Those jeans, they are dangerous and my adoration for you makes it impossible for me to avoid thinking about how lucky I am to know you. I had a hard time waiting for you to slow down long enough to catch you. I wanted to kiss you since the moment that you flew through the door, but it was like trying to catch a hummingbird.

"I am sorry that I..."

"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. I love watching you flutter about and see how happy you are. It has been a wish of mine for us to be settled and have enough freedom to be able to dream about our future." I pause and kiss her lightly. I can smell her jasmine hair and taste the coffee on her lips. "Now that we have had a minute and we have greeted each other well," I continue, "Let's go out and unload the car, I want to hear all about your day and the plans that we should make."

"I would love that, but I think I it may have to wait." She adds, a look of determination crossing her face. "I don't think I have been satisfactorily welcomed home. It may take a bit more time before I truly believe that you missed me."

She places a seductive kiss on my lips and pulls herself up off of the couch. Heading to the bedroom, I see her pull her shirt off of her head.

It takes me about 2 seconds to catch up to her.

I have a few ideas of my own that I need to share.

#duskwood jake #duskwood mc x jake #jake x mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood everbyte #duskwood mc #iamjake #duskwood fandom

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aita-alternia · 8 months

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aITa for banning my best friend from my hive?

i was injured one (1) bilunar perigee ago. my friend has not been handling IT very well.

he is:

teal.

nine (9) sweeps.

stubborn.

impulsive.

foolish.

the best troll i have ever met.

i am:

yellow.

nine (9) sweeps.

a loser with a smart mouth

unable to defend myself when things get physical.

i enjoyed:

his attention.

his company.

being walked back to my hive.

i did not mind:

the unscheduled food deliveries.

him acting as like he was glued to my side in public.

i only sort of minded:

the overprotectiveness.

that ridiculous mediculler kIT he started carting around.

that most of the messages i have received from him since have been encouraging platITudes.

...but then every time he came to my hive he dITched our plans to help clean and i felt like i had to draw a fucking line.

to clear up some possible misconceptions:

"help" is a misnomer. evidently i have been barred from any actual participation beyond relaxing and giving orders. attempts to make him see reason have been met with several cordial invITations to go fuck myself.

i am not a slob.

yes. i know the stereotype. we all know the stereotype. every troll and their lusus has heard of the yellowbloods on AN EXPLOITATIVE VIEWING OF THE HIVES OF TROLLS WHO DO NOT CLEAN DUE TO THEIR STRONG EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT TO INANIMATE OBJECTS OR VARIOUS OTHER WOES. my hive is not like that. i am not like that.

my respITeblock was by far the worst block in my hive. IT had a very scattered mess which took up a total of 2 square imperial unITs. this represented just 4.9% of available floorspace. the vast majority of this was clothing. the actual garbage consisted of:

one (1) paper bag containing one (1) ITemized record of purchase. one (1) empty burger wrapper. seven (7) left over fries.

one (1) plastic bag containing one (1) empty bottle and one (1) article of clothing i would have given my life's savings to never let him know i owned. (he helpfully retrieved IT for me prior to disposal. cull me.)

two (2) folded slices of absorbency paper.

one (1) unidentifiable book my lusus had eaten a very large hole through.

after he ran out of the larger messes he moved on to the smaller ones. then he started washing my laundry. then he started cleaning the dishes. IT got to the point where i could not so much as leave a dirty nutrITion plateau visible in my meal block wIThout IT becoming an imperial fucking issue. i finally told him to stop coming over. my reasons were as follows:

IT was becoming very obvious from his behavior that he now considers me to be too incompetent for even the most basic tasks. i was concerned my hivekeeping was a factor.

i can not keep up wITh all of the work IT takes to keep the place up to his standards. have you ever tried to maneauver a scourdray after losing a leg? miserable experience.

he has enough going on without cleaning up my messes for me.

i want him to be comfortable at my hive. if i can not make that happen he should not have to be here.

i had hoped things would go back to normal after this but ever since i brought IT up he has been:

quiet.

distant.

terse.

i am very worried i have hurt him. i want to know:

was there a better solution?

how do i fix this?

aITa?

#am i the asshole #unreality

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aheartstopperfan · 6 months

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you know what? I am going to post this little fanfic.

I know this probably has a lot of grammar mistakes. If something dose not make sense just let me know. This is my first time seeing posting a fanfic

heartstopper fanfic

Nick x Charlie

Nick was laying on his and Charlie’s couch while Charlie was at University. Then he got an idea to surprise Charlie when he gets home. Nick knows Charlie has had a rather stressful few days. So, Nick got up and put on his shoes, grabbed his wallet and car keys and walked out the door of his apartment. When he got to his car he started his engine and got the directions to the closest flower shop.

Maybe it was cheesy to get Charlie flowers but he loved going random cheesy things for Charlie, and Charlie loves flowers.

When he got inside the flower shop he saw about 5 other people in the shop. 3 workers all looking between the age of 16 and 20.

He was looking for the daisies when he herd a voice behind him. “Hey, how may I help you? Is there anything you need?” It was a guy about 25 wearing an apron and a pin that said co-owner: James. Also, a pansexual pin under that one. He is about 5”8, has short pink hair, and blue eyes.

“Ummm, just looking for flowers for my boyfriend, do you know where that daisies are?”

“How nice! And yes, they are right over here,” the guy started to walk, so Nick followed. “Here you are! If you need any help just find me or my husband. We own the store.” And with that the guy walked off.

Nick looked at the flowers that they guys had pointed to there was an arrangement of daisies. Nick picked up a bundle that had daisies and a few other flowers that Nick did not recognize. He made his way up to the counter to pay for the flowers.

“Is this all?” The guy he saw earlier was typing in something on the computer at the check out when Nick set the flowers down.

“Yeah.” Nick responded as he started to grab his credit card.

“Ok, give me one second.” The man went to the back and came back with a card.

Nick wondered what the man was planning on doing.

“Ok so this is a little note, if you want to put a little note I can show you how to put the note in the flowers without if falling out.”

“Sure. I would love that. Is there any way you could write it, my spelling is crap.”

The man laughed, “what would you like to say?”

“Just put that, ummm,” Nick had to think for a second, “ok this might not make sense but he will understand: I like you in a romantic way not just a friend was! I basically told the ocean that on our first date.”

“Awww, that is so adorable.” The man said after finishing writing the note down. Nick noticed how nice the handwriting is. Then the man wrote something else, but Nick just assumed that it was the rest of the phrase. The man placed the note neatly into the flowers making sure it would not fall.

Nick got his credit card ready to pay when the man said something that surprised him, “Oh, don’t worry this one is on me. I just know it will be worth it. You seem like a nice boyfriend for getting him flowers.”

“Omg, thank you! Are you sure?”

“Yea.” The man said nodding his head.

Before Nick left he grabbed a business card because he knew he would come back soon, and was wondering if they did wedding flowers. He drove home thinking about what their wedding would look like.

When he got back he knew he had about 2 hours until Charlie would get home, so he set the flowers in some water for now still in the sleeve. Then, he stared to clean the house. He knew Charlie would spend tonight cleaning if it was dirty at all, so Nick seeped cleaned the house.

Once he picked up everything and put everything in its place, he mopped, dusted, swept, vacuumed, dishes, laundry, and showered. By the time he got out of the shower and dressed it would be about 15 minutes until Charlie got home.

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When Nick heard Charlie’s keys jingle, he got up and grabbed the flowers, dried the ends off so they would not be dripping, stood by the door, and held the flowers behind his back.

Then, Charlie opened the door. When he did Nick engulfed Charlie in a hug.

“Oh, hi my love! Missed you too.” Charlie said sounding surprised but hugged back.

Nick could tell how much Charlie needed this hug. When they pull back Nick handed Charlie the flowers. “I got there for you and I may or may not have cleaned the flat.” Nick said with a grin.

“Omg, Nick I love you so much! Thank you so so so so so much.” Charlie jumped a bit into the hug.

Charlie was used to Nick getting him small random gifts ever once in a while but it never got old. Then Nick swung Charlie around.

When he put him down Charlie immediately kissed Nick. Nick deepened the kiss by pulling Charlie closer.

Charlie pulled back for a minute to set the flowers down and pull off his shoes. After that they went right back to kissing. This time Nick pulled back and started kissing Charlie’s neck. “God, it is like you like me a bit more that friends,” Charlie said in a sarcastic way.

Then, Nick pulled back and just as sarcastically said, “oh no, I have been outed.” That was their little inside joke ever since Nick came out.

After that, Charlie noticed the note in the flowers, “what is this?” Charlie looked up smiling even more.

“Just a little something.” Nick said mirroring his smile.

Charlie gently grabbed the note and started to read it. While he was reading it his eyebrows scrunched and then went back to the big smile he had.

“What?” Nick asked being super confused.

“At the end the person wrote a bit more that I imagined you said. They said to make sure to keep this one, he is 100% a keeper. That is adorable!” Charlie said looking up from the note and flowers. “Also, I love you in a romantic way not just a friend way.”

Nick just smiled and gave Charlie a little peck. He walked into the kitchen finding a vase to put the flowers in and filling it up with water. Then, Charlie came into the room and started to put the flowers neatly in the vase making sure everything was in its place.

Charlie turned and looked at Nick, “how about we watch a movie tonight? We can order takeout?”

“Sounds perfect.”

#heartstopper #fluff

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