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cuubism · 2 months

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Computation

part 7 of Complex Mathematics

(aka Dream vs Technology -- Technology: 1, Dream: 0)

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Wednesday, 3:54am

Hob. what is the wifi password?

3:56am: why are you texting me when I’m in the same house?

3:57am: I did not want to wake you up.

4:00am: ……….

4:01am: Ah.

4:03am: it’s 12345. which is terrible security by the way

4:04am: how do i know this and you don’t? we’re in YOUR flat

4:05am: Computers are your friends, not mine.

4:10am: It does not like the password.

4:12am: alright i’m getting up

Dream creeps back into the living room, holding a cup of tea, as Hob’s tinkering with the router. Turns out it needed to be completely reset before he could reconnect it to Dream’s laptop. Not that this is that hard, but for some reason Hob doesn’t understand, technology is simply out of Dream’s grasp. Head in the clouds, too smart for basic computer skills, etc etc.

“A peace offering,” Dream says, placing the tea on the coffee table. He perches on the couch beside where Hob’s leaning over the router on its spot on the bookshelf.

“I’m not mad at you,” Hob says. He pats the router as its indicator lights finally turn green again. “I will take tea, though.”

“I woke you,” Dream says softly.

“You’ve woken me before, you will again,” Hob says with equanimity. Their sleep schedules are out of alignment, it tends to happen.

It’s the wrong thing to say, though. Dream cringes, hands folding in his lap. “I should be able to handle such things.”

“It’s just the wifi.” Hob finally finishes reconnecting Dream’s laptop and turns properly towards him. Dream still looks guilty about it. Sometimes Hob misses the time before they were dating, when Dream would bristle at him instead of caving. Just because he doesn’t like seeing Dream feel bad.

He takes the cup of tea and places it in Dream’s hands instead, briefly wrapping their hands around each other. “It’s okay,” he repeats. Possibly they should have a longer conversation about it, but Hob’s not emotionally awake enough for it.

Instead, he gets up and heads for the kitchen to put on some coffee. He needs something with more caffeine in it than tea.

“What are you doing?” Dream asks.

“Might as well get something done while my brain is online,” Hob says. He goes to fetch his own laptop from Dream’s bedroom. Lord knows it’ll need to get reconnected to the glitchy wifi again, anyway.

Friday, 2:05pm

Hob.

2:06pm: ?

2:07pm: The wifi is angry again.

2:09pm: did you antagonize it?

2:09pm: hang on did you just wake up now?

2:10pm: I cannot comment.

2:12pm: I assume you have been hard at work in the library since six.

2:14pm: more like hardly working in the library. i did make an app that gives you a gold star every time you do the laundry

2:16pm: Will that assist in your routines?

2:17pm: probably not but it’ll be fun for 5 minutes

2:17pm: wifi password’s still 12345

2:18pm: maybe I should make an app for that instead…

2:20pm: I do not think it would help.

2:30pm: …You are not trying to make said app, are you?

2:34pm: nope just realized I’m late for a class and had to scramble out of there. I’ll be back later can do couples counseling for you and wifi then?

2:35pm: Very well.

For a while after putting down his phone, Dream stares at the wifi router in vexation, as if that will possibly make the angry red lights turn green again. He doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. He knows even less what to do to fix it.

He needs the wifi operational to keep generating these fractals. He supposes he could go to the library and use university wifi, but that requires going out in public, which is preferably avoided, at least while he’s trying to work. So he will have to do something else until Hob gets back from class.

He recalls what Hob had said. That instead of working on his dissertation he had made an entire phone app about laundry. He had said it so casually, like it was a doodle to pass the time. Dream can use apps—barely—but he cannot begin to fathom how he would go about making one. Hob does not understand how even in his procrastination he is exceptional.

Well. This is something that Dream can do. Hob hates doing laundry—hence the app-based reward system—but Dream doesn’t mind. He finds it meditative. He will have to be more precise about fabric care instructions now, as while his own clothes rarely range beyond grey, black, and dark blue, Hob actually wears colors which might bleed into each other.

He puts on his headphones with some music, gathers up the laundry from the bedroom, and goes about his routine.

When Hob gets back, Dream has finished hanging the laundry to dry and returned to his contemplation of the router, this time still with his headphones playing. He’s lost in thought, and doesn’t notice Hob’s come in until his hand lands on Dream’s shoulder. Normally a sudden touch when he’s thinking would make him jump, but he’s become used to Hob.

“Trying to solve your marital problems through telepathy?” Hob asks.

“We were never married,” Dream says. “Indeed we are enemies.”

Hob laughs. He kisses Dream on the cheek, then kneels in front of the router. “You have to stop tormenting my boyfriend,” he tells it. It only blinks back at him innocently.

Hob can be very silly at times. “I do not think arguing with the inanimate object will help,” Dream says.

“You never know.” Hob takes the router down and sets about unplugging all the cables. Dream still doesn’t know what any of them precisely do, nor how wifi works. It may as well be magic.

Hob has it fixed within minutes, of course. Far more effective than Dream’s intense staring. He gets Dream’s laptop reconnected, and Dream is finally able to start generating his fractal. “Thank you,” he says.

“Anything for my love,” says Hob, getting to his feet again. “Guessing you want some time to yourself now to work on this?”

“Yes,” says Dream, with some guilt. Hob has come home to help him only for him to immediately bury himself in his work again. But yes, he does want to make progress on this at last.

“Well, good,” says Hob, and Dream turns to him in surprise. “Because I’m due for a nap.”

Dream still hasn’t formulated a response to this by the time Hob’s disappeared into his bedroom. Strange, that their routines can be so opposite and still meld together so well.

Hob pokes his head back out into the hall. “Did you do the laundry?”

“Yes,” says Dream.

“I could kiss you,” Hob declares, then blows one to him before disappearing back into the bedroom.

Dream presses his hand to his cheek, as if to touch a kiss that had really landed there. Smiles to himself. Then goes back to his fractal.

Monday, 5:02pm

Hob.

5:03pm: Wifi?

5:04pm: …Yes.

Thursday, 9:50pm

…..Hob.

9:50pm: I’m sitting right next to you.

9:51pm: ….

9:51pm: I’m just gonna get you a new router. This thing’s got problems.

9:52pm: I think it is I who has the problems.

9:52pm: That too.

Saturday, 6:00pm

Hob.

6:00pm: Is it broken AGAIN??

6:01pm: No. I got dinner.

6:02pm: Oh!

6:02pm: Fuck I’m starving.

6:03pm: Coming back from class now.

6:03pm: Don’t touch the router it’s in a fragile mental state.

6:04pm: Aren’t we all.

Thursday, 3:50pm

This time, it is the wifi in Hob’s flat that is stymieing Dream. He does not think it is broken. Hob has merely changed the password, as he’s much more diligent about internet security than Dream, and then forgotten to tell Dream what it is. Or, more likely, correctly assumed Dream would have to ask him again anyway.

He briefly contemplates trying to deduce the password, but it is likely an incomprehensible string of characters that Hob would claim is ideal security precisely because of the impossibility of deducing it.

He refuses to text Hob about it again. Hob has a class to teach soon—Dream has his schedule memorized—Dream does not want to distract him. Though speaking of…

3:50pm: You have a class in ten minutes.

3:51pm: FUCK

3:51pm: I got distracted

3:53pm: Now… running

3:54pm: You are not near the building, are you.

3:55pm: NOPE

Dream smiles to himself, thinking of Hob sprinting across campus. It happens often. Hob is good at many things, but time management is not one of them. This is why Dream knows his schedule.

He does feel… a bit silly, though. He should be better at this, should he not? Less bothersome to Hob over small things that he should be able to handle.

Normally he would go back to his work to distract himself from these thoughts, but he still can’t work on his fractals without being able to connect remotely to the university computers, which are more powerful than his own. This is something Hob had also set up for him, because Dream had not been able to make any sense of the instructions he had been given for remote login, and the like.

Sighing, he instead takes his sketchbook out of his bag. It’s been a while since he’s made any time for drawing. But he had started looking at fractals in the first place to better understand patterns in art, to understand resonances between what occurred in nature and what was projected by mathematics. And drawing used to soothe him.

So he starts drawing, sketching the fractal he has been generating—to the extant that he can with the imprecise instrument of his pen. Even in infinite impossible digital form, the branching spirals eventually become too small for him to see, though he knows they continue on in perfect replication forever, smaller and smaller until they disappear into atoms. He cannot recreate that level of detail by hand. But he tries.

By the time he gets another text back from Hob, an hour later, he’s moved to the floor to have more space. He’s found a bigger piece of scrap paper and is drawing the fractal again, in more detail this time, color-coding the different shapes, free-handing where he should probably use a ruler for more precision. He has achieved several more levels of replication than before, but it is still not right. He can’t get it right. If he could only use the stupid computer system he could get it right.

Finally he looks at his phone, several minutes after the text alert pinged.

Thanks love 😘

Unexpectedly, it makes him tear up. Always this happens to him. He does not realize how frustrated he has become with himself until it is too late.

Of course, to only make matters worse, he is still sitting hunched on the floor, pen clasped tight in his hand, teeth clenched so hard it’s hurting his jaw, when Hob comes through the door. He must have texted not far from home.

“Hey, love,” Hob’s already saying as he comes through the door, “meant to stop and grab dinner but I totally forgot— I’m sure I have something here, though— Dream?”

Dream hasn’t moved from the floor, or responded. Hob puts down his bag and comes over to him. He looks down at the fractal, which is still incomplete. “Did you draw that?”

“Obviously,” Dream bites. The pen is still in his hand. He drops it, scraping a hand through his hair. Great. Now he’s snapping at Hob, too.

Hob sits down on the floor beside him. He studies the fractal. Then points to one of the shapes that Dream’s colored in red. “That’s supposed to be purple.”

Dream stares at the fractal. Hob is right, it is meant to be purple. According to the way Dream had color-coded it digitally. He looks at Hob. “How do you know that?”

“I’ve watched you fiddling with it enough. We set it up on your laptop, remember?”

Yes. Dream remembers. He remembers how Hob had helped him.

“Wifi giving you troubles again?” Hob asks, looking from the drawing, to Dream’s laptop, which is sleeping on the couch.

Dream nods, then saws quietly, “Are you not… frustrated with me? Annoyed?”

Hob doesn’t need to ask what he means. “Sometimes,” he says, and Dream can’t help his flinch. “So?”

“So?”

Hob shrugs. “I would have missed that class if you didn’t text me.”

Dream does not understand the relevance.

Hob looks up at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “Aren’t you annoyed with me?”

Perhaps he is, at times. Recently, Dream has been too absorbed in his project to feel much about it at all.

“I don’t know,” he says. “It is just how you are.”

Hob seems to think that Dream still doesn’t understand the point he’s making, and perhaps Dream doesn’t. Hob takes his hand. “Look. I’ve no idea why someone as smart as you are is constantly defeated by basic technology, but it doesn’t matter. Always having to be the one to fix the router is a small price to pay for having you in my life.”

Dream’s mouth opens, but no words come out. He… he does not know if anyone has ever put up with him with so little complaint. For truly, it is not only computer troubles. It is all the small things that stack upon each other to make him feel different and difficult.

“I find I do not like…” Dream admits tentatively, “when you must do these things. That I should be able to do.”

“You did the laundry the other day,” Hob says.

Why must he jump topics in this manner? “I do not understand.”

“Well, we don’t actually live together, you know. You have your own laundry. You don’t have to do mine, too.”

“I thought it would help you,” Dream says.

Hob just waits expectantly.

Dream looks down at his lap. “Ah. I… see.” Hob finds him frustrating at times, he had said so, but still wants to help him. He finds Hob’s admittance that Dream is frustrating to be a relief, in its way. He would only feel more on edge if Hob pretended otherwise, surely to snap later when Dream was least expecting it, as so many have done.

“Give me your arm,” Hob says then.

When Dream does, Hob pushes up his sleeve, takes one of the markers from the floor and writes on Dream’s forearm, the wifi password is I love you.

“There,” he says. “Now you won’t forget.”

Dream touches the words with a light fingertip. “This is not good internet security.”

“Oh, so you do listen my ramblings,” Hob says, laughing. Always, Dream thinks. “What, you’re going to throw out my valentine because I cut the heart out a little wonky?”

He makes as if to rub the marker off, and Dream pulls his arm protectively to his chest. Hob’s smile softens. He carefully pulls Dream forward into a hug, Dream’s arm pressed between them. Dream tucks his face into the crook of Hob’s neck. It’s one of his favorite places to hide.

“I’ll help you fix your program after we find some dinner,” Hob tells him, rubbing his back.

“I think I should give up on using computers,” Dream mumbles.

Hob chuckles. “See how you feel about it after I make you some brownies for dessert.”

Dream hums in pleasure at the thought, and Hob kisses the side of his head. And Dream touches, again, the words Hob’s written on his arm, where it’s pressed between them. And allows himself to smile.

Wednesday, 6:03pm

Dream is attempting to cook dinner. Hob doesn’t think it’s going so well. At least not if the blaring fire alarm, which Hob’s just silenced by waving a dish towel at it until the smoke dissipated, is any indication. But it does mean he’s been treated to the sight of Dream with his sleeves rolled up, delicate hands at work—and wearing an actual apron.

Having soothed the alarm, he leans against the counter so he can shamelessly ogle instead of helping.

“What are you even trying to make?” he asks, eyeing the still-smoking oven.

Dream pouts. “Only bread. It should not be so hard.”

“You didn’t wait for me to get home to watch?” He imagines the sight of Dream aggressively kneading the bread dough. It shouldn’t be a turn on, but it kind of is.

“You would make a spectacle of my misery?” Dream says, but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, like he knows exactly what Hob is thinking about.

“Definitely,” Hob says, and Dream sighs, but turns to take the attempt at bread out of the oven. It’s… pretty blackened, to be honest. “Butter’ll save it, I’m sure!” Hob says cheerfully.

“Nothing will save it,” says Dream, morosely. He pulls off his oven mitt in apparent disgrace, and— Hob catches his arm.

“How has this not faded yet?”

For Hob’s writing saying the wifi password is I love you is still on his forearm.

Dream looks sheepish. “I got it tattooed.”

Hob tilts his head at him, confused. “So you could remember the wifi password?”

“So that I could remember this.” He traces his finger over, I love you.

Hob feels a blush creep across his cheeks. But it’s a pleasant feeling. “This is not even my best handwriting.”

“I know,” says Dream. He does not seem unhappy about it.

Hob takes his arm, touches the words, too. “You could have just gotten this part done.”

“I think,” Dream says slowly, touching the part that says, the wifi password is, “that this is another form of the same.”

And Hob… finds himself tearing up a little. Because it’s true. It’s so silly that Dream, certifiable maths genius, struggles so much with basic computer skills. But Hob will do any silly thing for him, because he loves him.

“Yeah,” he says, taking a shaky breath. “It is.”

“Unfortunately, you can never change the wifi password now,” says Dream, and Hob laughs wetly.

“I really can’t, can I? Terrible security. The things I’ll do for you, darling.”

“Would that include making proper bread?” Dream asks, and Hob nods, patting his arm.

“We’ll fix it, don’t worry.”

Now he’s wondering how he didn’t notice Dream getting a tattoo. Though to be fair, they haven’t seen each other as much in the past two weeks as they usually would, thanks to very inconvenient scheduling. Apparently Dream’s taken advantage of that time to do this.

“Can’t let you out of my sight for a second,” he says, as he fetches a new bread pan from the cupboard. “God knows what you’ll come back with next.”

“Be careful or I will consider that a challenge,” Dream says, and Hob pauses as way too many images flash through his mind. He shakes them off. He’ll never be able to focus on anything like that.

And Dream, the bastard, is smirking.

“Watch that look on your face or you might find that flour you’re holding dumped over your head,” Hob warns, but Dream only looks victorious, and utterly uncaring of the bag of flour he's precariously picked up.

“How will you ogle me kneading the dough that way?”

Hob swipes a dish towel from the counter and throws it at him. Dream yelps and spills the flour, which poofs up in a cloud of white landing all over his black t-shirt.

“Hob,” he complains.

“Serves you right, you dickhead,” Hob says. It only returns the smirk to Dream’s face.

“If you feel that way perhaps I’ll decide I don’t need your supervision,” he says archly.

Hob tears a piece off of Dream’s first attempt at a loaf. Or rather, breaks off a piece, which is hard as stone. He shows it to him as evidence.

Dream snatches it and shoves it into his mouth. Bites down with a crunch so horrifying Hob’s afraid he’s broken a tooth. But Dream persists, chewing it painstakingly and then swallowing, as if by force.

“Taste good?” Hob asks.

“Yes—” Dream starts to insist—then dissolves into a fit of coughing that swiftly turns into giggles. Hob loves it so much when he laughs like that. It’s so rare.

Hob laughs with him. Then frees the crumpled bag of flour from Dream’s grasp and sets it aside, brushes the flour and crumbs from his shirt. Then he takes Dream’s arm and runs his fingertip over the words again, still in awe.

He again finds himself having to clear his throat to avoid tearing up. But he manages, and says, “Let’s get you some proper, not burnt bread, yeah?”

“Please,” says Dream, a tad sheepish. “I am… very hungry.”

Hob kisses his cheek, then goes about solving that problem, too.

#this is so... silly. so sappy #complex mathematics #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #my writing #proofread this many times so here's hoping it's fine now XD

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may-fanfic · 1 year

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Safe With You

summary: Wednesday keeps having nightmares of you dying after what happened to Eugene. She comes to you one night after a particularly bad nightmare and you’re there to comfort her.

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 1,002

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After Eugene's unfortunate incident, it seemed to leave a mark on Wednesday. Nearly every night, the girl would wake up in a cold sweat, gasping frantically for air, looking around the dark room desperately. The nightmares were always the same and ended the same. No matter what she did differently in the dreams, it'll always result in your demise, and each night, it would paralyze her with dread.

The nightmares forced her to witness you die over and over. She began to loathe the night, almost afraid of falling asleep. She could not stomach the thought of something happening to you, but the dreams were always in great detail. Wednesday feared it wasn't dreams but instead visions that came to her in a different form. Perhaps, it might be fate; she'd do anything to prevent that from happening.

Wednesday rose from her bed; her trembling feet met the cold wooden floor. She needed to see you for herself to ensure that you were well. She knew she could not return to bed without easing her pounding heart. "Wednesday?" a voice called out; the flick of the light made Wednesday squint; Enid looked concerned at the state of her roommate. "Go back to sleep, Enid." her voice was dry, and her throat burned; wiping her hairline, she brushed away the droplets of sweat.

"Are you okay? You're shaking," Enid asked with concern. Enid could see the faint tears that clouded Wednesday's eyes.

"I'm fine." She avoided her worried eyes. "Go to sleep." with that, Wednesday left her dorm, she knew she could get caught sneaking around the campus, but that had been the least of her concern. She didn't want to talk to anyone about her nightmares, especially not Enid. She knew Enid would be overbearing and want to shower her in love, Enid had a good heart, but there wasn't anyone else she wanted right now but you.

When she softly knocked on the door, her heart dropped at the lack of movement in the dorm until Yoko pulled the door open, eyeing her with confusion written on her expression. "Wednesday, it's 3 in the-"

"Enid is having a crisis." Yoko's eyes went wide, and she nodded quickly and pushed her way out the door. Once Yoko was out of sight, the girl stepped into the room, her eyes immediately finding your sleeping form. A sigh of relief left her lips as she made her way over. You looked peaceful enough, eyes fluttered closed and lips slightly parted. She hated to disturb you, but a small piece of her wanted nothing more. She called your name softly, a single finger sticking out to gently poke your cheek.

Your eyes snapped open suddenly; a soft yelp slipped past your lips; she took a quick step back at your response. "Wednesday?" you croaked out, squinting your eyes at her. "You nearly gave me a heart attack." You let out a gentle breath, leaning back into your bed.

"Sorry..." she trailed off, feeling guilty for interrupting you.

"It's alright," you replied, letting out a yawn. "What happened?" Wednesday took the opportunity to sit on the edge of your bed; she wasn't sure how to approach the topic. Wednesday flinched slightly when a soft hand found her back before easing into your touch.

"You're going to die." Her words seemed so sincere and broke as if god came down and told her himself of your destiny. A soft laugh slipped past your lips, but then she let out a soft sniffle, and all you felt was concern for your girlfriend.

"Wednesday... Where did you get that from?" You asked quietly, your hand softly rubbing circles into her back. Wednesday was tense, afraid that a single touch from you would have her head thrown back with a vision, and it would confirm just what she feared, but as you touched her, nothing happened.

"I dream it; every night." She felt some relief finally getting it off her chest. You sat up suddenly, your hand still pressed against her back; your movement caused the girl to glance over her shoulder, finding you sat on your knees beside her. Your hand found her shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Wednesday, It's nightmares. What happened to Eugene scared all of us." She let her shoulders drop, a soft sigh escaped her lips, leaning into you slightly. "But I'm going to be okay." You reassured, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against her neck. She could shiver at the sensation, letting her tired eyes fall closed. "And so will Eugene." You mumbled into her neck, causing Wednesday to nod.

"I know it's scary, but I'm right here." Wednesday shifted until she got a clear look at you; her soft hand reached up and found your cheek, her thumb caressing softly on your cheekbone. She wanted to feel you, make sure this hadn't just been another nightmare.

"If you have another one, you come here, okay?" She nodded, tugging you lightly until she could press the softest kiss to your lips. You always had a way of relaxing her; she felt safe with you and trusted you entirely.

"Do you want to go back to sleep?" You spoke in a hushed tone; your forehead leaned against hers; there was a slight panic at the thought of having to relive such things, but there was some comfort knowing you'd be there, so she nodded.

You smiled lightly, leaning back into your bed and opening your arms for Wednesday. She eyed you lightly and felt frozen in her place. You could see the hesitation in her eyes before she sighed and settled into your bed, letting herself snuggle into your chest. Her arm looped around your waist, eyes fluttered close. "This is pleasant." She spoke softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. You hummed back in agreement, pressing a warm kiss to her hairline.

For the first time in a week, Wednesday felt eased, and only then did she sleep peacefully.

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silverstonesainz · 6 months

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hello lovely !!

— 🪩 dance floor — with the prompt ❝ now you want me like i wanted you? ❞ for carlos sainz? thank you <3 !!

too late

and one day you'll grow tired and it'll be too late frat!carlos x reader 800-ish words warnings: n/a ?

d rambles. . . this took too long and for no good reason. i hope this was alright. thanks for requesting!! <333

anger had never come so easy. it flows, like waves rushing to kiss the shore. but the rage felt more like the riptide, like being pulled under angry currents and your lungs burning for air.

you let carlos drag you through the tailgate, too furious to care about the curious stares and not-so-sublte whispers. you let him pull you along, allow him to lead the way until cold autumn air is blowing against your skin and the buzz of conversation dull behind you. carlos doesn’t turn right way, but he lets your go when he’s sure that you’re both out of earshot of the crowd of drunk college students.

his hands are on his hips for a second before the right one is pushing his hair back aggressively. you clock the way he grips at the base of his locks, tugging before releasing and doing it all over again. his warm breath is smoke in the cold hair, comes out in quick clouds of aggression. you stand there, arms crossed across your chest, weight pushed onto one leg while the opposite foot taps impatiently.

“do you have something to say? because if not i’m gonna go back-“

“why are you here?”

your head jerks back, posture straightened and eyes squinted as you look him up and down. “excuse me?”

he turns, head in his right hand as he shakes it left to right. “with him. why are you here, with him?”

him. him?

“max?” carlos picks up his head, brown eyes down turned to compliment the scowl embedded into his face. you scoff, brows knit closely together. “he invited me.”

“you listen to everything max says?”

a shot to your chest, the anger turning to humiliation, before quickly turning to rage. “you don’t get to talk to me like that, to throw some bitch fit because im here hanging out with a friend. let me be perfectly clear, a friend. max invited me— in fact you want to know who else invited me?”

“shut up.”

you don’t. “lando. oscar. daniel. charles—“

“enough!” his chest heaves, puffs of hot hair coming out quicker, accompanied by eyes no longer warm and welcoming. “bragging is not very becoming of you.”

“and jealousy isn’t becoming of you.”

the anger, the jealousy, it mixes in the quiet. it mixes with poorly mixed drinks and cheap canned liquor. with the time spent apart, with the impending realization for carlos that maybe this time it really is over. but the worry a comes later. instead panic manifests itself in an ill kept temper and words he’d soon regret.

he smirks, hides the way his heart trembles. “so how long do you need with your friend? a week, two?”

you scowl, lurching forward to press a shove into his chest. he only takes a step back, a half amused hah coughed from the back of his throat. “fuck you carlos.”

“its only a matter of time,” he taunts, “you know it’s true. you’re mine.”

your hands are shaking by your side, breath rattling in your lungs. there are tears, there are always tears when it comes to carlos. he’d seen every version of them, the ones pulled by hurt, or triggered by sadness, even the one caused by rage. he’d seen everything because it’s who he is. what he does. all this anger, all this pain, it’s always because of him.

“i was never yours. just because you say it to me over and over doesn’t make it true. i am not yours.”

who were you convincing? god you were his. irrevocably, unforgivingly his. and you resent yourself for the way you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re back in his back, back under his spell, and not doing a damn thing to stop it. your affections for the spaniard is a boulder rolling down a hill— unstoppable and bound to ruin everything in its path.

but the rage makes you brave, makes you believe that this time it’ll be different.

carlos tucks his index finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up at him so that you can see the warmth in his eyes, the lies they tell you. “you’ll always be mine.” he whispers.

“not always. one day, i’ll grow tired of you.”

“tired. of me?” he hums, shaking his head as his finger traces along your jaw, up the side of your face and pushing your fringe behind your ear.

you find it in you to push his hands away, to push away the touch your skin had been craving since you had called it quits weeks ago.

“what do you want from me carlos?”

“i only want you. i always want you.”

a humorless laugh escapes your lips, a miserable smile curved onto them. “now… now you want me? now you want me like i wanted you?”

a bit of silence. a bit of worry. a bit of regret.

“well maybe you’re too late.”

#🔖 house party #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz blurb #frat carlos

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callsign-dexter · 7 months

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Undercover Desires (18+)

Request: Alright, I have an idea 💡 I'd also ask this for my bday but then I feel bad for all other which requested before me :(

Another Antonio one where they're a couple and she works as an officer on the road, but one time Hank asks her to help them out undercover, all dressed up hot and sexy, which makes Antonio really jealous and possessive but he can stay professional. Just until they get home, where he rips of her dress and shows you that every part of you belongs to him ? 🥵💗

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Cop!Reader

Warnings: smut, implied smut, swearing, fluff, angst

A/N: happy birthday to the anon that sent this request in! I hope you like it!

You loved your job and wouldn’t give anything up for it. You liked the thought of working in Intelligence but you liked being out there on the streets more. You are a cop for Chicago PD and currently loving it. You also didn’t want to put your boyfriend’s, Antonio Dawson, job at risk and risk the chance of clouding his head if you two did work together. You and Antonio have been together 2 going on 3 years and you loved each other with everything you got and you wouldn’t trade anything for it.

Intelligence was currently working on a case and you could tell it was a tough one considering the way Antonio would come and collapse. Every other cop had been asked to help on the case but it wasn’t as in depth as Intelligence was working. You wished you could help more but right now all you could do was patrol the streets and alert if something was out of the ordinary. The case was about how a man would abduct ladies at a bar and then sexually assault them and then end up killing them and dumping them. The FBI should’ve been called in but Intelligence was given a chance to catch the person before the feds were called.

You had gotten home from work before Antionio and had changed out of your work clothing and started some dinner. It wasn’t even 30 minutes until your boyfriend had walked into the shared apartment with a sigh and keys hitting the table beside the entry way. You turned around and smiled at him sympathetically. “Hey, Baby. Rough day?” You asked him already knowing the answer.

“Very. We aren’t any closer than when we started.” He said and walked over to you and hugged you and you returned the hug.

“I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do to help out. Food will be ready in 10 min.” You said when you released each other.

“You’re doing all that you can, Babe. Anything I can do to help?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No. You go and get changed and it’ll be ready by the time you get out here.” You said knowing his routine and how he liked to take a quick shower after work to as he puts it ‘wash off the day’. True to your word when he joined you back into the kitchen and you had already began to plate his food. He smiled and took the plate from you and kissed you, you closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss. He pulled away and then you plated your food and joined him at the table but not before grabbing two beers and opening them and sitting one in front of him.

“Have I told you lately about how beautiful and sexy you are?” He asked and you furiously blushed and dipped your head and shook your head.

“No, I don’t think so.” You say looking up at him still blushing and you could see the light twinkling in his eyes.

“Well, in that case you are one sexy woman. The most beautiful one I’ve seen and don’t know how lucky I got to call you mine.” He said and that had you blushing even more. Let’s just say you both didn’t finish your supper and headed off to bed early.

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The next morning you both woke up cuddled into each other’s arms with no clothing on. You smiled at each other and then started to get ready for the day. When you were ready you kissed each other and headed to the precinct. You normally didn’t ride together due to the different times you both got off. When you arrived, you kissed each other and went your separate ways but not before telling each other that you loved one another and to be safe.

As you we greeted Trudy and she gave you a look of annoyance and rolled her eyes as you walked past her to grab the keys to your cruiser. While you grabbed them Hank walked in and spotted you. He walked over to you and you looked up and smiled at him. “Hey, Hank. What’s up?” You asked and he smiled at you.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m gonna need your help with something.” He said

“Yea, of course, what is you need?” You asked this is what you had been hoping for.

“We need someone to go undercover and we can’t send it Hailey or Kim. They would be recognized almost instantly and they don’t look like the woman he has been taking. I want someone that hasn’t been seen with us and you also look the other women.” He said and you thought about it and you seriously wanted to help.

“Absolutely, I would do anything to help you guys.” You said and you could see some of the tension fall from his face.

“Thank you so much.” He said and you nodded “Be ready up in Intelligence in an hour. I’ll have the girls help you get ready and wired.” He said “Also I need you to wear something that would catch his eye. So, if you have anything at home I would suggest going and getting it.” He added and you nodded.

“You got it.” You said and he thanked you one last time and then you both headed your separate ways. When you got your car, you headed to your and Antonio’s apartment to grab a form fitting dress and some high heels. The dress didn’t cost much and had been saving it for any occasion and what better occasion then a short undercover operation?

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You patrolled the area for awhile until it was time to head to the precinct. When you arrived, you parked the car and headed in with your stuff. Trudy looked at you and walked over and punched in the code to let you up. You smiled at her and she smiled back and shook her head. You both were good friends and liked to tease each other and it just flowed smoothly.

You walked up the stairs and everyone greeted you but Antonio and you could see the wheels turning in his head and he shook his head. “Did Hank put you up to this?” He asked you and you just smirked.

“He asked me and I said yes. No shame in helping out.” You said and walked over to him and kissed him which he returned.

“Glad you’re here.” Hank said and you broke the kiss to look at him “Kim and Hailey will help you get ready.” He said and the girls mentioned came up and took both of your arms and headed into the locker room.

“So, how bad is Antonio freaking out about this?” You asked with a smirk as you started to remove your uniform.

“He didn’t know who we got to do it until you walked in.” Kim said and you shook your head.

“It’s going to be an easy one. Get in there have him confess and get out.” Hailey said and you nodded you slid on the dress.

“Since you’re going to be wearing a dress, we got a necklace with a mic in it so we can hear everything.” Kim said and you nodded your head and they put the necklace on you. You all continued to talk while they got you ready to go. Once you all were done you put on your heels and headed out to the bullpen. Kevin, Jay and Adam complimented you but Antonio had yet to say anything but you could tell by the way his pupils dilated that he had liked it and could he wanted to shield you from other guys.

“Antonio?” You asked with a smirk and you could see how he was having a hard time controlling himself.

“You look perfect, Babe.” He said while looking you up and down.

“Ok, now that you’re ready we can get going.” Hank said and you all nodded and headed out to the van and the vehicles. You knew what you were doing to Antonio, you could see him squirming in his sit and had to adjust himself several times.

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They briefed you one more time and then you were heading into the bar. Some catcalls were made at you and you just knew Antonio was not taking it well. When that man gets possessive, he gets turned on and it led to some incredibly great and rough sex, which you loved. You found a seat the bar and waited and you didn’t have to wait too long until a man approached you.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked you and you turned to look at him, he was handsome, tall, dark hair, a dazzling smile, and chocolate-colored eyes. You smiled at him.

“No, not at all.” You said and he sat down.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” He said

“My work is demanding but I decided to take sometime for myself.” You said and you knew you were lying.

“My name is Tyler Shane.” He said

“Well nice to meet you, Tyler. I’m Abbigail Lawson.” You said giving a completely fake name. You could just imagine Antonio smirking.

“Well, what do you say to getting out of here?” He asked and you nodded.

“Ok. Your place or mine?” You asked.

“Mine.” He said as you began leaving with him you made sure to adjust your necklace a sign that you had him. Once you reached outside and began heading towards the car Intelligence jumped out.

“Chicago PD!” Hank yelled out and Tyler put his hands up while Hank cuffed him and Antonio came over to you and wrapped his jacket around you.

“You fucking bitch! You’re a cop?!” Tyler yelled out looking at you and before you could respond Antonio beat you to it.

“You bet she is. She’s a damn good one.” He said and pulled you closer to him shielding you away from Tyler. Hailey and Kim came over to you and removed the necklace and then you all went on your way.

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When you all arrived back to the police station Hank allowed Antonio to take you home and Trudy didn’t even say a word. You decided to leave your car there and ride with Antonio back home. The ride home was all sexual tension. Antonio had his hand on your high and it was slowly rising to the hem of the dress. “My girl is badass.” He said and his voice had gone an octave lower a sign that he was really turned on. His hand slid up further until it reached your underwear and he started to stroke you which quickly had you a moaning mess.

“Antonio.” You moaned out and then you were stopped at a stoplight he leaned over and kissed your neck. That and the combination of him slowly stroking you had you hot and bothered. The light turned green and he didn’t move until a car horn blew and then he returned his attention back to the road he pulled his hand away and whimpered at the loss of friction. He smirked and drove the rest of the way to the apartment. He as hard and you could tell from the bulge in his jeans. You reached over and rubbed him and he actually swerved but quickly corrected himself.

You arrived back to the apartment and he parked and killed the engine and you both walked into the apartment. When you got the elevator, he pressed the button and when it opened you two walked inside thankful nobody was there. Once the door was shut, he had his mouth on yours and hand returning to your soaking hot core. “So wet for me and only me.” He said and bit your sweet spot and you moaned. You were close and could feel that rubber band tightening just a little more and it would snap. He seemed to have had noticed that because he pushed your underwear to the side and slid a finger into you and began to finger fuck you. He had you a moaning mess. He then curled his finger hitting your g-spot and it was over you came over his hand then the elevator dinged and he pulled out and you whimpered again. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “You taste absolutely delicious.” He said and you pressed your thighs together trying to get the friction back that you so desperately needed. He held his hand out to you and you walked out and to your apartment he had already had the keys out and unlocked the door and once you were inside, he had your back against the door attacking your neck.

“Antonio!” You moaned out. You felt him smirk you kicked off your heels and wrapped your hands around his neck with one hand in his hair. You turned you head the side letting him have more access.

“You were so hot today. Had me hard while we were in that van.” He said and brought you hand to the bulge in his jeans. “You’re mine and only mine.” He said while looking into your eyes. “I want to get this dress off of you.” He said and took it in one hand and tugged the dress ripped with ease and you gasped.

“That was my favorite dress.” You whined out.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He said he had you jump and you circled your legs around his waist and he walked you over to the counter and laid you down on the cold surface which felt great on your burning skin. You were so out of it that the sound of material ripping had you looking at him and you saw your torn underwear in his hands and a smirking Antonio, you glared at him.

“Antonio.” You said in a stern voice and he just smirked.

“I’ll get you new ones.” He said and you rolled your eyes but it didn’t last because the next thing you knew he was licking a broad stripe up your folds that had you toes curling. You moaned and your hands went to his head and pushed him further into you. He rolled your clit and gently bit it at times and probed your entrance with his tongue. After a minute he pulled away and you groaned at the loss of contact, you were so close.

Your hands fell from his head and you watched him rid himself of his clothing and you got rid of your bra. Once he stepped out of his jeans, he was stepping over to you and roughly shoving his girthy cock into you. The familiar stretch and burn were perfect and you loved it, your head went to the counter and he started a rough pace thrusting in and out of you. You and he were a moaning mess. “Right there! Feels so good!” You moaned out and he latched onto your right nipple and set a brutal pace that you loved. He caged you in with his arms.

He rolled your nipple in his mouth and gently bit it and then soothed it out after a few minutes he let go of it and looked up at your face and smirked. “You’re mine and only mine.” He said and you nodded “Words use your words.” He said and you moaned.

“Yours.” You said and he gave a sharp thrust into you and then attacked you left nipple giving it the same attention as the other. He then let up and pulled out and you whimpered at the loss of contact but you didn’t have to wait long because he was helping you down and then bending you over the counter and then shoving himself back into you. You could feel the coolness on your breasts. You turned you head the side and he put one hand on you head holding you down while the other one held your hips.

“Tell me who is making you feel good.” He said

“You.” You said and he gave a harsh thrust.

“Who is making you feel this good?” He asked again.

“Antonio!!” You yelled out and he smirked.

“Good girl.” He praised and you felt that knot forming in your stomach again. You were so close.

“’M close.” You said and he leaned over you going deeper.

“Not yet.” He said and you whimpered he pulled out again and then turned you around and had you jump again and he walked you to the bedroom. He gently threw you on the bed and then crawled up to you and guided himself into you again and set a brutal pace again.

“’Tonio, close.” You said and he just smirked loving when you couldn’t even form sentences. He himself was close too.

“Let go.” He said and as he said that you did and his thrusts grew sloppy and he stilled inside of you throwing his head back and moaning as her painted your walls white. When you both came down from your high you were both panting and the room smelt of sex, you both were sweating. He rested his head on your and smiled and you smiled back. He kissed you and you kissed back. He slowly slid out of you.

Antonio got up and went into the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth he gently slid it through your oversensitive folds and you moaned and your legs shook. “I’m sorry.” He said and you shook your head.

“Nothing to apologize for. Just sensitive.” You said and he smirked knowing he made you that way. He threw the washcloth into the basket. He walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back and you both crawled into them. He pulled you into him to where your back was to him.

“You’re mine and only mine.” He said and you turned to face him and smiled.

“Yours and only yours. If I get rough sex each time you get possessive or jealous each time I go undercover or someone flirts with me, then I should do it all the time.” You said with a chuckle and so did he. You closed your eyes “I love you, Babe.” You said.

“I love you too.” He said and felt you smile against his chest and kissed your head and felt your breath even out and then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Oh yea if he was like this every time you went undercover or he jealous and possessive when someone flirted with you then yea you were going to do it more often.

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giggly-squiggily · 8 months

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i believe you when you say you're not gonna forget it but you're getting this ask anyway just so i can say thank you for indulging the uzusane and also sanemi with a mimosa is a physical need by now lol

Nya ha ha! I am here to deliver the ultimate Uzusane experience! (Well- at least within my abilities areljarjkekjrajke) I couldn't remember if you ship them or just wanted a Tengen-Sanemi centric fic so I left the relationship ambiguous. The important thing is- Sanemi's got a Mimosa! :D I hope you like it Rey! :3

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Sanemi Shinazugawa was a simple man.

He got up, made his ohagi and tea in the morning, and went about whatever set of missions he was assigned to that day. Sometimes he managed to sneak a few hours of training in between reports, sharpening his skills and perfecting his breathing styles.

It was bitter, exhausting work; but Sanemi wouldn’t ever say that. Not out loud anyway. Master Kagaya gave his worthless life a second chance in this business. Complaining just felt disrespectful.

His brain and heart may have felt that way, but his body?

“Gaaaaah…”

His body had other plans.

“That’s one hell of a groan, Shinazugawa. Are you feeling alright?” Tengen looked over at the shorter man, understanding in his gaze as he watched him try to stretch out the aches along his spine. “You overworked yourself again.” “Shut up- I’m fine. This is noooothing!” He couldn’t finish without a groan as he stretched, waking up another sore spot that sent pain pulsing down his legs. “...it’s nothing.”

“Uh huh. And I’m shorter than Shinobu.”

“Definitely dumber.”

“Everyone’s dumb compared to her- the point is, you’re clearly strained!” Tengen did a fancy gesture before pulling out a pamphlet- where he kept it, Sanemi had no idea. “Lucky for you- I’ve got just the place to go! Check it out; there’s this new spa that opened up-”

“No thanks.”

“It offers mud baths, massages, pedicures-”

“What the hell is a pedicure?”

“They even have drinks! We can get tipsy!”

“And just how are we supposed to do this? We have missions and…” At Tengen’s guilty look, Sanemi blinked.

“You didn’t.”

“He said it was fine!”

“What if I said no?”

“You haven’t really.”

“Kyojuro?”

“He went with me last time. I’m sharing the love!”

“What about your wives?”

“They’re having their own spa day with Mitsuri and Shinobu- look, Sanemi- you and I both know how badly you need this! Hell- I need this! Just looking at you makes my body ache.” Tengen rolled his shoulders in emphasis, letting out a low groan of his own. “It’ll be nice- just you and me; hitting up a spa and finally getting some good ol’ relaxation time.”

Sanemi considered. It did sound nice. The idea of someone riding his back of aches and pains nearly made his legs give out. And the idea of getting drunk was kinda fun…

“Okay- fine. Since you’ve already gone through the trouble of getting us both time off.” Sanemi rolled his eyes, trying not to blush at the whoop of joy Tengen let out.

~~~

“Welcome to the Wisteria Spa! We’re here to treat your chronic aches and pains.” The woman who greeted them was small but strong, her wrinkled face held a pair of eyes much like their own, and her smile was fond as it was warm. “You must be one of ‘Gaya’s children- it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“‘Gaya?” Sanemi raised a brow, even more confused when Tengen snorted.

“‘Gaya’ is Master. Madam Hira here knew all of the Master's family for generations.” The bigger hashira laughed harder at Sanemi’s shocked stare, turning back to the amused old woman with a bow. “Thank you for having us.”

“Of course. I take it you’ll be having the usual routine?”

“Yes! Oh and- can you bring out you know what? It’s Sanemi here’s first time afterall.” Tengen grinned at him, eyes twinkling. If there was ever a more humanized version of a red flag. Sanemi felt a shiver run down his spine.

“Oh, absolutely. Now- come in, come in.” ~~~

“Ahhh…isn’t this nice Shinazugawa?” Tengen was a picture of bliss, face painted with some sort of mint colored cream as the various girls worked on his arms and back, digging into the muscle with practiced movements. “All those demons we have to fight- we don’t get enough time to really relax.”

Sanemi would have responded had he not been fighting for his life. Hands clutching the sides of the table, he willed himself to stay still as the girl digging into his back dug out every knot within. It hurt- a lot more than he anticipated; but that wasn’t the issue. Pain he could handle any day of the week.

This however- it was torture.

“You know- I don’t ask you this alot, but how’s your personal life going? Did you finally get the guts to ask somebody out? I know it' a bit hard out there for someone like you, but I can help.” Tengen grinned at him around his mask, fighting down a laugh at Sanemi’s strained expression. “Too much for you, Shinazugawa?”

“If it’s too much pressure, I can lighten up.” The girl offered, voice kind and concerned.

“N-No. It’s fi-ine!” Sanemi grunted, wincing when a whimper escaped. Tengen’s eyes widened with glee at the sound, sharing a look with the girl working Sanemi’s back. “I can ha-handle it!”

“You sure?”

“Y-yes!” He could do this!

“He's a tough one- your friend Let's see what happens when you two get your feet done.” The woman working on Tengen grinned, earning a laugh from the others. Sanemi pushed his face against the cushion, scrunching his face against the worn leather. He could handle this- just focus on something else- something else-

“I know it's hard out there for someone like you, but I can help."

He didn't know why it cut so badly. It wasn't anything new coming out of Tengen's mouth.

At least now he had something to take his mind off the ache.

~~~

Turns out, Sanemi could not handle it.

“Oh man- you’re so ticklish!” Tengen laughed at the sight, grinning at the other as Sanemi sank in his chair, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other was in a vice grip. They had made it through the massages- barely in Sanemi’s case- and were now getting these “pedicures’ Tengen raved about.

It was nice at first- the water was warm and they were offered drinks once they were comfortable. Whatever they gave him was sweet and citrusy, fizzing against his lips as he sipped. He never really liked oranges, but he wasn’t going to turn down a free glass of alcohol.

Then the actual pedicure started and every nerve in his body lit up like a clap of lighting.

“Shuhuhuhuht ihihiihiiht! Gheahhahahahah, whihiihihihy dohehehehes it tihihihihickle?” Sanemi was doing everything in his power to not rip his leg free. Not that he could- the earlier massage plus the few sips of the fancy orange juice made his body feel like air, too floaty to really form any strength. “Gahhahahad, I’m so shahahhhaharry!”

Hm. Maybe that’s why they do this after? To make sure you can’t get away?

Sanemi had to give these ladies more credit.

“No worries, dear- you’re not the first to react this way.” The older woman working his foot laughed with him, hands unyielding as she scraped at his calluses with a small box. “Uzui’s friend- the blonde one who eats a lot- he could barely keep it together himself when we did this. Though I will say you’re much more ticklish than him.”

Tengen busted out laughing, delighted. Sanemi would have chewed him out had he not been fighting down an embarrassing squeal. Sinking in his seat, he covered his face with his hands, unable to muffle the sound of his giggle fits. “Ahehahahhahhaaha! Whehehehhen dohohohoes it ehehehehend?”

“Well, given they’re only on the first foot- not for a while.” Tengen tucked his arms behind his head, smiling in ease. “Try to enjoy it, Mr. Tickles. You’ll get used to it eventually. Have some more Mimosa.” The glass was pushed into his hand once more, fizzing and delightful.

Through his giggles, he managed to get it down in one gulp, earning a whooping cheer from the other.

~~~ “What did I tell you? This is the best part of the whole day.”

“Hm…this isn’t bad at all.” Sanemi tipped his head back, the hot water steaming his skin and making him flushed. The final trip of their little spa day was a dip in the baths- the one thing Sanemi rather enjoyed.

Granted, he enjoyed all of it- but he wasn’t getting tickled here, so that was an added bonus.

“Aren’t you glad you came? I’m glad you came. You’re always so…tense. It’s bad for the skin.” Tengen leaned back against the edge, towel over his freshly washed hair and positively glowing. “You’d end up looking like one of those wicked witches from the fairy tales if you kept going.”

“Gee- thanks.”

“You're welcome.”

Rolling his eyes, Sanemi couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the other. “Can I ask you something? Why did you actually invite me out? It’s not as if we hang out often outside meetings and whatever.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve known you forever, Sanemi! Why would I not invite you?” Tengen’s voice was matter of fact- as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Sure- you and I might not be as tight as we could be but…I want to change that.”

Sanemi blinked, wondering if he should have drunk that second and third mimosa before coming here. It sounded like things were getting heavy. He didn’t know if he was in the right state of mind for this conversation. “Tengen-”

“I’m not…I’m not the nicest to you. I like to think my goofing on you is fairly harmless, but your face earlier when I asked about your personal life. You looked…hurt.”

“Well yeah- I was getting my body cracked in half.”

“You know what I mean- emotionally hurt; like my comment gutted you. I didn’t think about it before but…I go too far. I’m so adamant about getting a rise out of you so you can just-shit; relax- I forget you’re just as prone to bruise like the rest of us- if not more.”

The happy buzz of his drinks soured some in his stomach as Sanemi let the words fall into him. Was he that obvious? “It’s not like you're wrong though. I'm not exactly some sweetheart like Mitsuri or a lovable guy like Kyojuro. I’m loud, angry, rash- and a colossal jerk on a good day.” The water blurred some- must have been the steam. “I doubt anyone wants to deal with someone like me. This is who I am- a walking talking scumbag with an ugly mug to match.”

Tengen was quiet, the only sound between them was the shifts in the water.

“I really made you feel like that.” When he spoke again, Tengen sounded so, so sad. “I’m sorry, Sanemi. Really, I am.”

“D-Don’t be. It’s fine.” God- why did his eyes get so blurry? The steam was making them burn too. He turned away, hoping Tengen wouldn’t hear the break in his voice through the water. “I-I’m fine. I’m…”

A hand found his shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“You might be, but I’m not. I can’t be- knowing how much of an asshole I’ve been to you. Sure- you’re bold, brash- and some days I wanna throw you in the trash.” That got a wet laugh out of Sanemi. “But you’re also brave and resilient and willing to do whatever it takes to save people. You love others so much it visibly hurts- you just-care. And you know, I think that’s what the Master sees and admires most about you- what we all admire about you.”

Sanemi couldn’t make his voice work- too choked with tears. He didn’t turn around, but he did reach out to pat Tengen’s hand, hoping that would tell him everything he was feeling.

“You still need to work on your skin routine though. Scars aside, you’re dryer than Rengoku’s hair. What’s gonna happen if someone goes to stroke your cheek and they end up scraping off their fingerprints? They'd get away with so many crimes!”

Sanemi threw his head back with a cackle, the sound all the way from his belly as it echoed around the room. A snort escaped soon after, and then Tengen was laughing just as hard, hanging onto his shoulder as they laughed and laughed.

It was the first real laugh Sanemi let out in a long, long time.

~~~

“Wow…that was rather nice.” Sanemi felt good. Real good. His aches were gone- it felt like he was doing total constant breathing without having to try. If desired, he bet he could run all the way back home without breaking- that’s how good he felt.

“I told you! And you were gonna turn me down!” Tengen shoved him lightly, nearly sending them both off their feet. It was like they were two drunken idiots, even though the alcohol in their system was barely there anymore. “We should do this more often.”

“Head to spas? We’d lose our edge.”

“Nah- that’s a once and a while treat. I mean- hang out more. You and I.” Tengen was watching him, eyes kind. “I rather liked today. I feel like I got to know you more than before.”

“You sound like a guy in a romance novel. Is that how you got your wives? Practiced a few of those cheesy one liners everyday until they gave in?” Sanemi grinned, laughing when Tengen jabbed his ribs a few times. “Ahah! Ohohohokay okay!”

“You’re cheeky when you're relaxed. I like it. So…?” He waited, returning to the original question with a raised brow.

This would likely mean more teasing; Tengen would have a lot more to work with in driving him mad. His daily training sessions would be weekly, and he’d probably have less time to himself with how Tengen loved just popping in whenever he felt like it.

“Yeah…you know, I’d like that.” Sanemi smiled, nodding. “Let’s do that.”

Tengen whooped, throwing his fists into the air in victory. Sanemi ducked his head to hide his grin, barely suppressing a chuckle.

Yeah. He’d like that very much.

Thanks for reading!

#demon slayer #fic #fluff #tengen uzui #sanemi shinazugawa #can be read as platonic or romantic #I couldn't find the ask where we originally talked about them and I'm honestly lowkey mad at tumblr for it #watch as I post this I'll find it aijlrejarkekjrajer #anywho!#some angst towards the end because what's a spa trip without some heart to hearts am I right?#spa days #they deserve to be happy your honor

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luimagines · 8 months

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Felt like sending in a lil story about Painter!Reader and Time it’s just a bunch of fluff :)

The air filled with a cold feeling as winter clouds covers the blue sky, You sat outside unbothered from the cold trying to paint your dog. You mastered painting such as animals, landscapes, clouds, buildings, etc. but as much as you loved drawing people you still tried to master painting people, you never understood why it was hard for you, it frustrates you.

“Okay pup, sit still…” You add the final details to your dog painting, a smile emerged proud of the painting you had made. You were also happy you didn’t have to worry about your dog getting cold, he had a thick coat of fur.

You stood up from your stool letting the oil painting sit there for hours…days who knows when it’ll dry! Guiding the dog into the house you had, you went to go wash the paint of your clothes and skin. After washing your clothes and yourself, You heard a knock on the door downstairs.

You huffed in annoyance you wanted to take nap. You walked downstairs and came to the door. “Who is it?” you say in annoyance.

A chuckle was heard from the other side of the door. “It’s me, Link.” your eyes widened immediately.

Switching to Links Pov, He heard lots of shuffles and clanging from the other side of the door and eventually it slowly opened. He blinked.

“What do you want?” You were flustered, it annoyed you even more that he came here unexpectedly, uninvited, not even letting you know, your house and you yourself wasn’t prepared obviously. Your head poked out the door.

“I wanted to visit, I saw your painting out there..” A small silence emerged as he spoke. “..You mind letting me in ___?” He spoke, raising an eyebrow at you.

You sigh. “Okay, Fine, come in but don’t be surprised when it’s messy in here.” A red shade spreads across your face, you were embarrassed that he had to see your house in the state, it wasn’t bad, but it was still somewhat messy.

He walked in with a smile on his face. You spoke first. “So I thought you had like a bunch of gremlins with you Link?” you closed the door behind you walking up to him.

“Yeah but I left them in the village near here to visit you.” Time furrowed his eyebrows.

You paused. “Why..would you do that?” you tilt your head looking at him confused.

“Cause they have nothing to worry about.” Time shrugged. “So the painting out there?” Time questioned once again looking at you with stoic resting face.

“Oh..that? y-yeah I just wanted to paint something today.” you smile softly, you had to admit, you had a little small tiny winy crush on him, which is why you were a little awkward with him and you were annoyed he had to come see you when your house was not at its prime in the moment.

“Seriously? you got room for one more painting?” Time looked at you in awe.

“Uhm..yeah? I guess so, yeah sure.” You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion.

Time smiled “Could you paint me ___?” He said in pleading tone. You eyes widened slightly. “Wait really?” you tilt your head slightly.

“Yup. Me. Paint me.” Time closed his eyes, pointing at himself.

“Oh o-Alright.” You calmly say. A few minutes later you had gathered another set of art supplies, Time sat on a stool looking into space with whatever he was thinking about, you started to paint.

Now, Link was hard person to paint. His features were so unique and beautiful to you, but it was hard for no reason, 2 hours into the painting you had gotten down his face and hair…now you had to paint body, this was going to be long.

3 hours later you had FINALLY finished painting Time, One good thing but scary part about painting him, is that he. stood. still. staring into space, didn’t even say a word! You called out his name.

“Uhh Link I’m done! I think…” you whispered those last few words, you glanced up at him, no response. You scrunch up your face slightly and walked over to him. Nudging him softly.

He blinked and looked up at you “Huh? Oh is it done?” He asked you. Right. you forgot, sometimes when he stares for too long he’ll fall asleep with his eyes opened, you liked that he had so many weird habits or talents or whatever that was.

“Yeah it’s done Link.” You smile brightly at him walking over to the painting with him.

“Ta-da!” you gesture your hands to the painting, it was….interesting looking, his eyes looking bigger than his head, hands looking smaller than the arms, it was…an interesting painting. You awkwardly smiled and laughed lightly.

Time definitely did tried to his shocked face. But you’re observant, you noticed. “You don’t like it?” you say in suspicion, you narrow your eyes at him.

“N-No I like it ___, it’s just..” Time was cut off.

“Ugly? Weird-Looking? listen you know I’m not a professional at painting people I-“ You were embarrassed, you wouldn’t have been and joked around if you didn’t have this small crush on him.

“No ___ I love it. I wanna keep it actually .” Time smiled cheekily. You paused.

“Really?” you side glance him.

“Yes really.” He side glanced you.

“Oh.” You say slowly. “Well it’s an oil painting so it might be awhile till you can get it since it needs to dry you know?” you chuckled softly.

“That’s fine with me ___.” He says calmly. Then he did the unexpected, He grabbed your chin and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

Your eyes widen a little and you cupped your cheek and a blush appeared across your face, you look at him shocked and flustered.

“I can entrust you with the painting ___. I know you can keep it safe.” He says with a smile on his face. He pats your back softly. You on the other hand, were too shocked to even comprehend what he had said.

“W-Wait I, uh what, I’m-“ Time cut you off.

“Anyway bye ___, I’ll be telling those gremlins about you when I get back. When the painting drys let me know, and I’ll come back with them so you can meet them and they’ll see your pretty face.” He said way too smoothly, smiled, winked, and eventually left you standing there with a complete red face with your hand still on your cheek.

“No way that happened..it had to be a dream…” you said to yourself quietly. You paused and smiled. “Yes yes yes! that was real!” You said when you realized, you were excited and funny thing is, Time hasn’t left yet and had heard you little celebration. He chuckled. “___….is so silly.” He got on Epona and left.

You cannot tell me Time doesn’t have the weirdest habits he gained from his journey ! anywayyy hope you liked this little fluff. :)

Oh that's cute.

And Time fell asleep with his eyes open!!!! My guy!!! Where'd you learn how to do that?! o.o

I'm no painter- but I feel the inability to do people. XD

I can do landscapes, plants and animals- but people?- usually faces. I am god awful at faces ^.^*

I like to think I've been getting a little better with the raffles I do for the blog- but I still don't quite like how they turn out more than half the time. I do not blame reader one bit.

This was absolutely lovely. Thank you so much for sending this in!! <3

#pinky replies #anon stories #someone remind me to put this one the masterlist please

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nostalgic-woodwind · 5 months

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hello again! Here for a oneshot about Regressors Pomni gangle and orchid and babysitter Zooble (I Used agere prompt generator once again)

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I hope you have a very nice day <3

Missing Blankie

Babysitter! Zooble and Regressors! Pomni, Gangle, and Orchid (OC) 🍼

Plot: Orchid accidentally gets paint on their blankie.

Orchid, Gangle, and Pomni were doing arts and crafts together. Zooble offered to babysit the regressors when their caregivers had to do one of Caine’s adventures. Zooble was honestly glad to be babysitting because they’d rather do that than an in-house adventure. That, and the regressors were angels every time Zooble babysits.

Orchid had their beloved purple baby blanket on the table as they painted a picture of a tornado. They loved learning about tornadoes and all sorts of weather, big or regressed.

“Hey, Zooby, look at my picture,” Orchid said happily as they held up their painting, only to accidentally knock a paint can over their blanket.

“Oh, no!” Gangle gasped.

“Uh-oh…” Pomni said quietly.

Tears formed in Orchid’s eyes as their mouth quivered.

“Oh, that’s not good,” Zooble muttered as they looked at the big paint stain on Orchid’s blanket.

“I’m sorry,” Orchid sniffled as they began sobbing.

“Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t mean to knock the paint can over. We’ll wash the blanket and it’ll be good as new, okay?”

Orchid let out a whine as they continued crying. They never went anywhere without their blanket.

“You want to put it in the wash yourself?” Zooble offered.

Orchid tearfully nodded as they went with Zooble to put their blanket in the laundry room. Zooble helped Orchid open the washing machine lid, put the blanket inside, and close the lid. The babysitter put in the detergent and allowed Orchid to turn on the washer.

Orchid sat in front of the washing machine so they could be there for their blanket.

“Hey, kiddo. It’s alright to miss someone or something that’s away for a bit,” Zooble said as they sat next to Orchid.

“It is?” Orchid asked.

“Yeah. Your blanket’s just getting a bath and it’ll be clean again before you know it.”

Gangle and Pomni came into the laundry room.

“Hey, Orchid. We want to give you something while you wait for your blankie,” Gangle said as Pomni nodded.

Gangle and Pomni held out their favorite stuffies (Gangle - a stuffed caterpillar; Pomni - a stuffed dog with a blue sweater).

“Blankies too,” Pomni added as she and Gangle held out their blankies (Gangle - a pink blanket with butterflies; Pomni - a blue blanket with darker blue clouds).

Orchid gave their sibbies a small smile as they handed them their comfort items.

“Thank you,” Orchid said.

“You’re welcome,” Gangle and Pomni replied in unison as they gave Orchid a hug.

Zooble couldn’t deny that this was very heartwarming.

“You want to head back to the crafts table or do you want to stay here for a bit?” Zooble asked.

“Can I stay here, please?” Orchid requested.

“Sure, kiddo. Take as long as you need and let me know when the washing machine’s done.”

Zooble, Gangle, Pomni headed out of the laundry room while Orchid stayed behind to keep their blankie company.

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evebestt · 1 year

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Not too long ago I wrote two drabbles for 200 followers, and already I’m writing three for 300 (though I’ll admit they’ve become more short fics rather than drabbles now). Thank you all for sticking with me, and I hope you enjoy this next round of drabbles ☺️ and here’s to the next!

Drabble 1 | Drabble 2

A huge thanks to @youleavethetardisbrakeson for listening to me talk about these for days (weeks tbh), as well as basically co-writing this one with me 💜

Drabble 3: Take My Hand, Hold it Tight (Corlys x Rhaenys)

Read here on AO3 or below.

Corlys stood at their bedroom window, staring into the dark sky, the rolling clouds in the distance, illuminated only by the flashes of lightning within them. The wind gusted suddenly, bringing the chilled scent of rain into their room, and Corlys reached out and closed the window.

“The storm is moving fast,” he said, latching the window before drawing the curtains shut. “It’ll be on top of us within the half-hour.”

Rhaenys hummed from her seat at her vanity, setting down her brush. “Meleys crawled beneath the rocks this afternoon. That means it’ll be a fierce storm.”

He lounged back against his pillows, throwing the covers over his legs as he settled into bed. “I thought I felt the castle shake earlier.”

She shot him a half teasing glare, hands halfway through a loose braid. In a few seconds she had finished it, tying it just as loosely before she leaned forward and blew out her candles. Standing, she moved around the room and blew out the others, but left the ones on her bedside table burning.

“Leave the one beside you lit,” she said as she crawled in next to him, letting herself be pulled close when he wrapped his arms around her. “We’ll need them when the children come.”

He chuckled, placing a kiss on the juncture of her neck and collarbone. “As sure as the phases of the moon, they are.”

“Mhm,” she hummed, tilting her head as Corlys pressed another kiss to her neck. “And still you kiss me there.”

“We have a few minutes,” he growled playfully, cupping her bottom and pulling her flush to him.

“I’ve never known you to take just a few minutes, dear husband,” she retorted, and felt him smirk against her skin.

Thunder rumbled outside as his beard scratched at her throat, traveling up until he captured her lips with his. Rhaenys let herself melt into the embrace, tilting her head back as he slid his tongue along her bottom lip.

She lost track of time as they kissed, pushing and pulling with a lazy intensity, neither having any real desire to win the battle. But then lightning flashed and thunder cracked overhead, and Rhaenys broke the kiss with a small sigh, pressing her fingers to his lips when he tried to chase hers. “Any moment now.”

As though to prove her right, the pitter of small feet sounded in the hall, running towards their room. A moment later their door burst open, and three year old Laena ran towards their bed, her eyes wide with fear. “Papa — Mumma!”

They both sat up, Corlys reaching out his arms as Laena crawled up the bed. “Come here, my lass,” he murmured, pulling her to sit in between them.

“Did the storm frighten you?” Rhaenys cooed softly, reaching out and rubbing slow, comforting circles on her back.

Laena nodded against her father’s chest where she was burrowed, and Corlys lightly ran his fingers through her hair. “There’s nothing to be frightened of, sweetling.”

Rhaenys caught movement in the corner of her eye, and she glanced towards the door to see Laenor tiptoeing in. He looked hesitant, getting to be of the age that he didn’t want to run to his parents for comfort, but then lightning flashed, and he was running towards the bed.

He threw his arms around Rhaenys as thunder cracked again, and she wrapped him up tight, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “There we are, my little love, it’s alright now.”

Corlys reached out and squeezed Laenor’s shoulder comfortingly, and Rhaenys leaned against his side as they cuddled their children. “When I’m out at sea,” he murmured, his other hand still running through Laena’s hair, “the distant rumbling of thunder can almost be like a lullaby. It’s nothing to be scared of.”

“But it’s so loud and scary,” Laena whimpered, her fists in her father’s shirt. “What if the walls break?”

“And what about Seasmoke? And Meleys?” Laenor piped up, looking up at his mother.

“They’ll be safe,” Rhaenys assured, running her hand across his back. “I saw Meleys tuck herself into the cave this afternoon, and you know Seasmoke follows her wherever she goes. They are smart creatures; they know how to survive a storm.”

“How about,” Corlys started gently, interrupting the children’s concerns before they could start again, “I tell us all a story?”

The children looked torn — their fear raged as strongly as the storm outside, but their father’s stories were legendary. Before they could think any longer, Corlys leaned back into the pillows, coaxing Laena to lay down next to him. Rhaenys followed suit, laying down until Laenor could burrow against her chest, gripping her robe tight as thunder cracked again.

“I think I shall tell the story of my tenth voyage,” Corlys started, and Laenor peeked out from his mother’s chest.

“Papa, you only did nine voyages.” The boy knew the stories nearly by heart, and had never heard of a tenth voyage.

“I did nine voyages out at sea, far off in distant lands where I gathered treasures that men could hardly dream of — but my tenth voyage started right in our Narrow Sea. I won the heart of the most beautiful princess — the fairest in all the Seven Kingdoms.”

“Who?” Laena asked, her mouth open slightly in amazement.

“Mumma!” Laenor exclaimed, and Rhaenys couldn’t help her smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his brow.

Corlys nodded. “That’s right — she was the most beautiful woman I had, and have, ever seen.” He sent her a quick wink, and she half heartedly rolled her eyes before Corlys looked back at his children, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “But she had a fearsome dragon.”

“Meleys isn’t fearsome, Papa,” Laenor said.

Laena giggled, “Melly’s silly.”

Corlys smiled slightly, raising his eyebrows. “She’s not so silly when she’s racing towards your ship as fast as she can.”

“Melly likes tickles!” Laena exclaimed, unbothered by the supposedly fearsome dragon.

“I have my crew tickled for insubordination,” Corlys growled playfully, poking Laena under her arms until she laughed and wiggled.

“Papa,” Laenor whined, turning in his mother’s arms to face Corlys. “Tell the story.”

“As I said,” Corlys started again, “your Mother rode the fearsome Red Queen, and together they liked to test the strength of men — for only the strongest and wisest would be able to win her heart.”

“And the most humble, too,” Rhaenys quipped, and the children giggled at the faux wounded look he gave her.

“As I returned home from my voyage,” he continued, undeterred, “they decided it was my turn to be tested.”

Corlys lowered his voice in anticipation, and the children looked on in awe. “All was quiet aboard the Sea Snake as we sailed towards the Gullet, when suddenly a massive shadow loomed over the ship. Before anyone could react, the princess and her dragon raced by the ship,” he gestured with his hand, imitating Meleys’ flight, and Laena gasped, “so close that I could have touched her. Men screamed as the ship rocked, the sail snapping loudly in their wake — but I held firm. The Red Queen turned, and I could see the princess—“

“Mumma!” Laena yelled, and Corlys smiled at her.

“Yes, Mumma. Mumma was beautiful on her mount, her hair silver in the sun and streaming behind her. But my test wasn’t done — the Red Queen turned, and she raced by again, fire—“

“I flew by the ship only once,” Rhaenys interrupted with a smile, “and Meleys certainly didn’t breathe fire.”

Corlys gave her another faux wounded look. “You accuse me of slander?” he cried, his exaggerated gesture making the children giggle.

“I was there, was I not?”

Before Corlys could respond, there was a loud crack of thunder. The children whimpered, Laena crying softly as she hid her face in her father’s chest. He shushed her, rubbing slow circles on her back while Rhaenys comforted Laenor with an arm around him.

“It’s true, there was no dragon fire,” he murmured, capturing their attention again as the thunder quieted to a rumble. “But there was a fire in my heart — for I had seen the fairest princess of all the lands, and she had smiled at me, and I had heard her clear, joyous laugh as she flew towards the ends of the Earth as fast as a shooting star.”

Corlys caught Rhaenys’ eye, sharing a tender look before Laena peeked up from his chest. “What happened to Melly?”

He smiled at her, the girl forever enchanted by dragons. “Meleys and the princess flew farther than the eye could see. It wasn’t until days later that I met her again — and had the chance to win her affections, for I had passed the test of her dragon. But the princess was cunning and witty, and I had to strive for many moons to prove to be a man worthy enough to give her my name.”

“What was the treasure of your tenth voyage?” Laenor mumbled, eyes drooping with a sleepiness he couldn’t fight anymore.

Corlys chuckled – a boy his age would always be more interested in the treasure over the woman. “A family,” he murmured, reaching out to cup his son’s head. “More precious than any of the wealth I brought home.”

Laenor mumbled something indistinct, rubbing his face against the pillow before he fell asleep, the storm all but forgotten in his father’s story. Laena too yawned hugely, her head leaned against Corlys’ chest, and he slowly maneuvered her until she lay next to her brother. By the time he had stroked his hand over her hair three times, she was asleep, the both of them curled like fiddleheads between their parents.

He looked up at Rhaenys then, who was already staring at him with a tender gleam in her eye. She reached out over the children to take his hand, slowly entwining their fingers, and he couldn’t help but to press a kiss to her knuckles, saying everything words could not.

Turning to snuff out the candle on her bedside, she settled in then, draping her arm over the children and curling herself towards them like a dragon around a clutch of eggs. He ran his hand up her arm, needing to touch her, and she did the same until they held their children together, safe from the still rumbling storm outside.

“And so the dashing sailor won the princess’ heart?” she murmured, eyes half closed as she gave him a teasing if tired look.

“He did,” he replied, giving her a charming smile, “using his silver tongue to his princess’ liking.”

She gave a half asleep chuckle, eyes already closed, and he watched as her breathing became slow and even, her features relaxing as she slept.

He reached out then and stroked a hand over her hair, unable to stop himself as though he thought it might all be a mirage. “And she won my heart, too.”

And snuffing out the last candle, he turned back and followed his family into dreams.

#corlys and Rhaenys as parents is just 😭😭😭#i am too SOFT for this one #rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #rhaenys x corlys #hotd #house of the dragon #my fic

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oliverreedmasterass · 1 year

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Part 2!

Credits and shoutout to @starcatcherkiszka for the idea!

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: drug use, language

“That can’t be possible,” Danny finally let the panic set in. “There’s no way that’s physically possible. You can’t just travel back in time, that’s a load of bull that you see in a Twilight Zone episode, not real life.”

“Danny, breathe,” Jake told him, putting a supportive hand on his shoulder. Danny’s eyes darted around but finally landed on Jake, who was breathing in and out deeply, raising and lowering his hand with the motion of his lungs. Danny attempted to suck in a few breaths but sounded like he was breathing into a kazoo.

“We don’t know for sure that we’re in 1969,” Sam tried to be the voice of reason.

“How do you explain traveling through some mysterious cloud then?” Josh raised an eyebrow. “My gut is telling me we just became the first people to ever time travel.”

“We need to go back,” Danny’s eyes were wide again, scanning around to try and find the bright beam of light so he could jump back into it and return home. “The butterfly effect, you guys, we could screw up the course of time.”

“We just lay low, it shouldn’t be a problem,” Josh waved Danny off. He knew a thing or two about time travel and, deep down, he agreed with Danny that they needed to make sure they had little to no impact on things, but also it wasn’t every day you got to travel back in time. He wanted to enjoy himself, especially if they had the opportunity to go to Woodstock.

“If we really are in 1969,” Sam started, still sounding skeptical, “it’ll be a little hard to lay low when we’re dressed like this.”

Everyone looked down at their clothes and had to agree with Sam. For starters, Danny was wearing a University of Michigan shirt that said “GO BLUE 2022.” Sam’s Adidas shoes, red turtleneck, and black dress pants held up with a shoelace combo was sure to turn some heads. Jake had on his musty jeans, scuffed up vans, and a black long sleeve top that only had the bottom buttons secured. Out of all of them Josh looked the most like he could fit in, wearing his white long sleeve shirt, khakis, and a beaded chain. Still, they were going to look otherworldly to all the hippies who would be in the area.

“So we find some clothes,” Josh shrugged, like that was something they could easily pull off despite the fact that they were standing in an empty field with no sign of life in sight and no money to their name.

“Why find clothes when we can find a way out of here?” Danny asked. “I don’t like any of this at all.”

Jake looked beyond Danny to Josh and motioned to him that they start walking. Josh nodded and turned on his heel, heading back towards the hill that he and Sam had run down. Danny watched Josh go with a look of worry and Jake gently placed his hand on Danny’s back, giving a slight push to get his momentum going.

“Everything is going to be alright,” he assured Danny. “Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

“Now that you said that, it definitely will.”

“I’ll talk to him,” Sam stepped up to Jake’s side to whisper. “Go ahead with Josh and try to get a clearer idea of what we’re dealing with.”

Jake was more than happy to join his twin who was being a lot less of a buzzkill about everything. While he moved towards Josh, he tried to remember when Cream had officially broken up. He hoped and prayed that they were still together so he could see them live. It would be the only thing he talked about for the rest of his life.

“Do you believe this is real?” Josh turned around to ask Jake when he approached him. They were halfway up the hill and, squinting, Jake thought he could see a country road off in the distance.

“I have no clue,” he admitted. “I’m just along for the ride.”

“That’s a solid mindset,” Josh nodded. “I know we should be freaking out like Danny is right now but, man, I don’t know, it’s hard to explain what happened, but I feel like it was meant to happen or something. I mean, Woodstock? C’mon, that’s right up our alley.”

“It does feel a little bit too perfect,” Jake admitted. He turned back around for a brief second and saw Sam and Danny about forty paces behind them, caught in what looked to be a really engaging conversation. Jake was relieved to see that Danny looked slightly more at ease talking to Sam, though his shoulders were still raised higher than normal.

“Hey,” Josh’s voice regained Jake’s attention, “I see a car down there.”

Jake looked out towards the road and saw that Josh was pointing at a sky blue Chevy truck. It was tearing down the road in their direction, kicking up an impressive amount of dirt behind it so it looked like a horizontal rocketship.

“I’m gonna try to stop it,” Josh decided. “Maybe we can get a ride into town.”

Jake really didn’t have any better ideas, so he opted to wait as Josh booked it down the hill, pumping his arms like an Olympic sprinter. Sam and Danny hurried to catch up to Jake and watched Josh disappear off into the distance with concern.

“We shouldn’t be interacting with anyone,” Danny murmured. “We say one thing about the future and it’s over, the domino effect will kick in and then we won’t exist anymore.”

“You’re a lot of fun to be around right now,” Jake replied.

“I mean, my existence is something I personally care about,” Sam agreed with Danny. Jake looked at his younger brother and shook his head in disappointment.

“When I told you to talk to Danny, I didn’t mean for you to take his side,” he leaned into Sam. Sam pushed him away and shook his head.

“Appeasement, man, it’s the only way to calm him down.”

“I’m literally right here,” Danny frowned. “You have a playbook to calm me down?”

“It’s just to steer you in the right direction,” Sam tried to backtrack on his words.

“Unbelievable,” Danny huffed.

“YOOOOHOOOOO!” Josh’s voice thundered up the hill from the road. They watched him jump up and down next to the stopped truck, waving his arms around like he was a castaway trying to get the attention of a passing plane. “GUYS!”

Jake started down the hill but stopped and turned around to face Danny and Sam.

“You coming?” he asked them.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go, I guess,” Danny grumbled. Sam shrugged.

That was enough for Jake, so he made his way down to Josh, who was leaning on the passenger window, chatting with the driver.

“That’s groovy, man,” Josh was telling the driver, who looked to be around their age and was dressed in only a pair of dirtied overalls. Jake joined his side and Josh jutted a thumb in his direction. “Oh, this is my brother, Jake.”

“Hey man,” the driver raised a hand up to Jake. “Interesting pants you got there.”

“Thanks?” Jake replied.

“Chuck was telling me that we’re about fifteen miles north of the festival,” Josh caught Jake up to speed. “Only a few people have played so far, and apparently they gave up checking tickets so we can waltz in for free. Can you dig it?”

“Good to see it didn’t take you long to pick up the vernacular,” Jake muttered to Josh.

“I heard Bert Sommer was going to play next,” Chuck shared. “And then Ravi Shankar later tonight.”

“Ravi Shankar?” Josh choked out in a joyous shock. He turned to Jake. “We have to go. Chuck offered to give us a lift to the front entrance.”

“You sure that’s alright?” Jake asked, slightly popping his head in the passenger window. Chuck beamed back at him and gave his head a curt nod.

“I’m headed that way anyways. I’ve been carrying all kinds of interesting people there, it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It’s all so beautiful.”

“Far out,” Josh fervently nodded, as if Chuck was giving a sermon.

“Are your pals coming along too?” Chuck motioned to Sam and Danny, who were taking their sweet time coming to the car from the fields. Jake couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how difficult his younger “pals” were making things. They should have been over the moon about everything like he and Josh were. He couldn’t fathom where all of the doubt and anxiety was coming from with them. They needed to just hang loose and accept things as they came.

“Oy!” Jake barked back at Sam and Danny, making them snap their heads up to stare. “Come here!”

They didn’t look thrilled, but they jogged to the car and stopped a few feet behind Jake and Josh. Sam nudged Danny in the side and nodded at his shirt, which Danny grunted at in return. He awkwardly swung his arms around and made an effort to cross them over his chest, hiding the “2022.”

“We’re going to Woodstock,” Josh opened up his arms to Danny and Sam, beaming wide. Chuck nodded for the bed of his truck and Danny stared at it with concern.

“You saw how fast he was driving,” Danny whispered to Sam. Sam patted him on the back.

“Fuck it, we ball.”

“No,” Danny whispered, watching with fear etched across his face as Sam bound for the truck and hoisted himself into the bed. Josh and Jake were quick to follow, and they all motioned for Danny to join them.

“You can sit in the front with me, if you want,” Chuck called to Danny. This made Danny’s shoulders shoot back up into his ears. The last thing he wanted was to have a conversation with someone from the past where he was bound to let the wrong thing slip. He was determined to interact with no one outside of his annoying band members.

“No thanks,” he squeaked out and then, in a blind panic, he rushed to join everyone in the back.

“Nice to have you, Danny,” Jake flashed a grin at him. Danny continued to cross his arms over his chest and studied the bed of the truck, which was covered in hay and used blunts. Josh picked up one of the blunts and gave it a testing sniff.

“Nice,” he chuckled.

“You might want to just take that off,” Sam picked at Danny’s shirt once Chuck started the car and took off down the road again. Danny studied the shirt while they bumped around and seemed to think deeply about it.

“Fine,” he finally sighed. He tore it off, to the cheers of Sam, Jake, Josh, and even Chuck from the driver’s seat, and shoved it into his pants pocket. “I’ll have to find a place to burn it so people don’t see the date,” he explained to his friends. With his bare chest, Danny suddenly looked like he belonged the most in the time period. Jake started to contemplate taking off his own shirt to fit in when Josh pointed over his head.

“Look at that!”

Jake followed where Josh was pointing and noted that there was a tent on the side of the road where a very stoned man and woman were sitting cross-legged in front of a collection of tie dye, vests, and pants that looked to be made out of potato sacks. Sam scanned over the options and shook his head in disapproval.

“Yuck,” he muttered.

Jake shook his head with a chuckle. “You like vintage stuff though, Sammy boy."

“I like vintage stuff that doesn’t smell like chicken shit,” Sam corrected his brother.

“It does not smell like chicken shit,” Jake started to protest before taking a whiff and letting out a gag. “Oh god,” he heaved, “how can I smell that from here?”

Chuck turned right to take them onto a pavement road and, in a matter of seconds, they squealed to a stop in bumper to bumper traffic. All of them looked around in awe at the psychedelic Volkswagen caravans filled to the brim with young people, beat up cars that had been abandoned on the side of the road, and the fleet of people who were all marching up the road towards the venue entrance.

“It wasn’t this crowded before,” Chuck mused through the back window. “Word must have gotten around about what was going on.”

“We can walk the rest of the way,” Josh suggested, “I don’t want you sitting in this.”

“Right on,” Chuck agreed.

After giving Chuck a warm thanks, they all piled out of the truck.

“How much farther to the entrance?” Josh approached the driver’s window one last time. Chuck scrunched his face, deep in thought, and studied the road ahead.

“No more than five miles, I’d say.”

“Piece of cake,” Josh nodded. “Ready for our pilgrimage?” he asked his friends. Danny still looked uncertain, but Jake was already joining the crowd while pumping his fists in the air.

“Woodstock! Woodstock! Woodstock!” he chanted, though no one else joined in.

“I’m gonna get a bad sunburn, I’m calling it now,” Danny grumbled as he trudged behind Jake.

“Hey man, primo shoes,” a teenager joined Sam’s side out of seemingly nowhere and placed a grimy hand on his shoulder. Sam looked on the brink of slapping the guy away as a reflex, but instead squeezed his hands into fists.

“Thanks,” he finally decided to reply.

“Wanna trade?” the kid asked. Sam’s eyes tracked to the kid’s bare feet and then up to his face so he could give him an incredulous look.

“Trade what?” he countered.

“I’ll give you some smokes,” the kid tried.

“You should do it,” Josh told Sam. “I remember Pops saying that smokes in the 60s were a lot better. Something about the flavor, I don’t know.”

“He’ll trade his shoes with you,” Sam pointed in Josh’s direction. Josh’s face immediately dropped and he started nervously stammering an excuse to back out of the deal.

“I don’t think those will fit me,” the teenager looked down at Josh’s shoes in disappointment. Josh took a look for himself at his size seven tennis shoes and testingly tapped his feet. “You’ve got elf feet, man.”

And with that, he left to try and strike a deal with someone else.

“I love these people,” Josh chuckled to himself.

“They’re all inebriated beyond belief,” Sam pointed out.

“My people!” Josh exclaimed.

Up ahead Danny fell in line with Jake and they walked in silence for a few blocks, gazing around at the interesting characters packed in with them. Finally something snapped in Danny and he spoke up.

“You’re an intelligent guy, Jake.”

“Hm?” Jake wasn’t sure where Danny was going.

“Why isn’t any of this concerning you at all? I mean, this isn’t natural at all, it isn’t right.”

“Danny,” Jake tried to make his voice steady and certain. “We’ve been working our asses off in the studio for weeks now. I can’t explain anything that’s happened so far, but it feels like the universe just gave us the best present known to mankind, so I’m rolling with it. I mean, think about it: we’re walking towards Woodstock dude. Fucking Woodstock. The Who, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Joe Cocker, Sly and the Family Stone, Santana, all of them. We get to see that shit live. How could you turn that down?”

“I’ve seen it on DVD,” Danny lowered his voice so no one but Jake could hear him. “I grew up watching those performances. I don’t need to live through it.” Danny let out a huff since, based on Jake’s body language, it seemed like he wasn’t getting through to him. “Look,” he raised his voice slightly to make his point, “I just know something bad is gonna happen.”

“Nah man, that’s just the bad trip talking,” a woman joined their side. Danny immediately shut his mouth tight and gave Jake a look, signaling for him not to engage in conversation. “You should take this instead,” the woman continued, tucking a plastic bag of something in Danny’s hand and giving it a pat. “All those bad feelings are gonna go away, sweetie.” And with that, she floated away.

“You should take that,” Jake pointed to the bag Danny was now staring at in horror.

“I’m not taking this,” Danny started to drop the packet, but Jake lurched to catch it.

“If you’re not, I sure as hell will.”

“Are you nuts?” poor Danny felt on the brink of insanity. With every passing moment it was starting to feel more and more like the Kiszka brothers were the worst thing that had ever happened to him.

“Huh, that looks like Timothy O’Leary,” Jake commented as he studied the blotter the woman had handed Danny. Without another word he fixed a tab and popped it under his tongue. “Woodstock!” he shouted again.

Danny’s head was racing. Jake was the biggest idiot known to mankind to take some kind of hallucinogenic drug that a random lady had handed him. But he also had a point that what they were caught in was nothing short of extraordinary. Danny would be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about seeing some of his favorite artists play live, or surrounding himself in the peace and love culture that they were constantly trying to replicate in their own music. Danny could feel his stomach churning with excitement at the thought that he and his closest friends were somehow at the biggest musical festival of all time. It did feel silly for him to be so wound up: he needed to go with the flow. Hell, he deserved to go with the flow.

“Gimme that,” he said, snatching the packet back from Jake.

“Whoo!” Jake called out in a mixture of shock and joy while Danny popped his own tab in his mouth and let it dissolve under the tongue.

“How long does it take to kick in?” he asked Jake’s three heads. He did a double take and then rubbed at his eyes as he felt a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was like he was levitating above the burning pavement, soaring towards the beautiful peace, love, and unity of the 60s counterculture movement.

“I didn’t know the sky was purple,” Jake remarked from behind him.

Josh and Sam approached the two and Josh put a hand on Jake’s shoulder which made him jump and scream.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you?” Josh asked, an eyebrow arched. Jake looked back at the talking ferret that was swirling around like a kaleidoscope and gaped in awe.

“Woah,” he whispered.

“Danny, what’s up with Jake?” Josh tried. It took one look at Danny taking wide strides ahead with his eyes closed and arms wide open, grinning from ear to ear for Josh and Sam to put the pieces together.

“We leave them for five minutes,” Sam pinched at the bridge of his nose.

“Where’d they get it from?” Josh demanded. It was on his bucket list to do drugs at Woodstock.

“I’m not babysitting all of you,” Sam told Josh.

“I’ll have you know I’m very responsible when under the influence.”

“You drove a tractor into the river last Christmas because you thought you had found the Lady of the Lake, Josh.”

“She was real, and she was beckoning me!”

“You’re not doing anything stupid until after they come down from their high,” Sam gave Josh a cold stare. Josh looked like he was going to put up more of a fight but, after seeing Danny chase after a butterfly and nearly run into a parked car, he hung his head.

“Yeah, all right,” he gave in.

“Shake on it,” Sam extended a hand.

“What a straight,” someone commented as they passed by them. Josh couldn’t help but chuckle at that, but he quickly grabbed Sam’s hand when he looked back up at his scowling face.

“We’ll get our turn,” Sam promised Josh. That made him perk up.

#greta van fleet #gvf #gvf fanfiction #gvf fanfic #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fic #sam kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #woodstock #sorry about the drug use #but it's woodstock man

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Momoharu Week 2023. Day 4: Hugs/Kisses

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This is kinda like a sequel to the prompt day. Same thing applies, Kaito and Maki are a couple and living together.

Slight trigger warning: depictions of a panic attack.

Kaito couldn’t have wished for a better morning. The weather was good, the sun shining bright without a cloud in the sky, but had a nice breeze so it wasn’t too hot. No one was bothering him in the apartment he lived in with his amazing girlfriend. And the best part, he FINALLY woke up before Maki! As a force of habit, Maki would often wake up a couple of hours before Kaito and either go out for an early jog or make breakfast for both of them or both. Now as much as Kaito didn’t hate the occasional breakfast in bed (or be greeted to a nice breakfast on the table), but he can’t help but feel bad sometimes. He just wanted to spoil his girlfriend once in a while. It’s rare that he does it, that’s what makes it all the special to him when it goes right.

Kaito was humming to himself as he started to get everything ready. He was so excited for this. He knew what Maki liked and he knew that she’ll love this surprise. However, just before he could turn on the oven, he heard a small thud. At first he thought that it was nothing, a small noise from next door probably. But then he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He rubbed the back of his neck, but it did nothing. He turned toward the direction of the bedroom. He can’t be sure, but he felt like the thud came from in there.

“Maki Roll?” He called out. The door was scolded, but he knew that Maki could’ve heard him. He didn’t get an answer, which made this whole thing even more worrying. He slowly opened the door, wincing a little at the quiet creek that emitted from it. He looked around. The bed was messy, the duvet sprawled on the ground, heading towards a side of the room. Maki wasn’t in the bed, but Kaito immediately found her. She was curled up, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. Her skin was pale, drenched in sweat. Her braided hair was slightly matted. Her body was shaking as if an earthquake was going on inside of her. Her breath was shallow and fast. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, staring at nothing in particular. She didn’t seem to have noticed that someone had come into the room.

Kaito stared for a second before he realised what was happening. Maki was having a panic attack. He didn’t stop to ask questions. He needs to deescalate everything night now, before Maki hurts herself. He moved slowly as if it were second nature to him. His feet were silent and methodological. He needs to be careful. In a panicked state like this, Maki might not recognise him and attack him by mistake. He needs to be really careful.

“Maki Roll? Hey? Are you okay?” He asked slowly. Maki looked up at him, but started to feebly scuttle back. Kaito held up his hands, making sure that she knew that she wasn’t in danger. “It’s alright. I won’t touch you, but I’m not going to leave you alone either. Just breathe for me. That’s it. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here. We both are.”

Kaito started to breathe slowly as he kept talking. He made sure that Maki was watching him doing some deep breathing. He words and gestures seemed to have worked as Maki started to mimic him. Her fast breathing was slowing down. Her body was still huddled but seemed to be less tense. She started blinking, clearing her head. She stayed like that for several minutes, with Kaito being thankful that he hadn’t started cooking or switched anything on at that point. He kept quiet as he made sure that Maki was breathing in sync with him. He had the urge to hug her, but he can’t do that. It’ll be dangerous for both of them if he did that. Just keep breathing. Keep being patient. That’s all that needs to be done.

“Kaito?” Maki whispered, her voice timid like a child’s. Her eyes are focused a little more. She seemed to be seeing and recognise him now. Kaito breathed a small sigh of relief, but still kept his focus.

“It’s okay, Maki Roll. Is it okay if I touch you?” He asked carefully. He reached out a hand ever so slowly. Maki stared at it for a moment, and also reached out. Her hand was still trembling, but carefully started to touch and hold Kaito’s. Her hand was sweaty, but comforting to both her and Kaito. Kaito continued to feel more relieved as this situation was calming down. “Is it okay if I hug you?”

Just wait.

Let her come to you.

Don’t rush.

Be patient.

That was what the voice inside Kaito’s head was telling him. And he was more than happy to listen. Maki was staring at him for a few seconds before she started to crawl towards him, letting go of his hand. Kaito stayed still until Maki wrapped her arms around him. She clutched on tightly to Kaito as if her life depended on it. Kaito slowly brought his arms around her. He could feel her sweat through her night shirt but did nothing about it. He didn’t mind, he was going for a shower anyway. But that was besides the point. He was comforting his girlfriend and make sure that she was loved and damn well reminded of it. Keep her loved, keep her safe. Make sure that she was protected from anything that could hurt her. Kaito would stop a natural disaster if he could, just to keep his Maki Roll safe. He’ll never let her forget that. Kaito kissed her forehead and pulled back a little to press his forehead to Maki’s. He looked right into her eyes, seeing how vulnerable she was. He was the only one that she can show weakness to without feeling ashamed. And he can’t help but feel a little thankful. It just showed how much she trusted him. Kaito smiled warmly, kissing Maki’s forehead and on both her cheeks.

“It’s all going to be okay.” He spoke calmly, stroking the back of Maki’s head. “Nothing’s going to hurt us. Nothing’s going to hurt you.” Maki continued to breathe slowly as they both maintained eye contact. Maki leaned back into him, hugging him tightly once again. Kaito continued to hug her just as tight. He can’t let her go until he knows that she’s okay. After some time, Maki pulled back and Kaito gave her the space that she needed. He didn’t realise that she was crying and felt guilty about it. He gently raised a hand and wiped away the stray teardrops that remained.

“You okay?” He asked carefully.

“I think so. Sorry.” Maki spoke in a meek tone.

“Hey, hey, don’t apologise. It’s okay.” Kaito smiled, gently holding Maki’s face. When she smiled back a little, Kaito suddenly showered her with several kisses all over her face. She couldn’t help but giggle as the sensation tickled her a little. “There’s that smile.”

Kaito carefully stood up and helped Maki to her feet. She was unsteady, but he held her firmly to make sure that she didn’t fall. He hugged her again, once again giving her those reminders that she needed. Maki was relaxed in his hold, smiling and holding onto Kaito, taking in every speck of his warmth and light. The light that she needed to pull her out of the darkness that clouded her life. And the light to bring her back to reality. Kaito stroked her head gently, trying to not accidentally catch any strands.

“You okay to eat? I’m cooking.” He asked with a grin. Maki laughed a little before nuzzling right into him, taking in his steady heart beat that did more to help calm her.

“Breakfast sounds good.” She smiled. Kaito grinned more and kissed her head. He gently started to lead her out of the bedroom. So the morning started great, but hit an enormous bump in the road. It made everything go off course so quick, that Kaito wasn’t sure if he could stop the crash. Thankfully, he steered Maki in the right direction and gently brought her down to Earth. He doesn’t know what caused the panic attack in the first place, but he’s not going to intrude on it until Maki was ready. And he’ll go the extra mile to make this day about her and make sure that she got everything she deserved.

Love, warmth and the feeling of being safe.

He owed her that after all.

#momoharuweek2023 #Kaimaki #momoharu

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buckley1986 · 1 year

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Little By Little (pt.1)

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fem!reader, eddie is kinda shy <3

After working at The Hideout for a year, you finally talk to the guitarist from Corroded Coffin.

(This is my first piece of writing and I just wrote it on a whim basically, pls lemme know if u enjoy! I want to continue this into a slow-burn romance)

Sighing, you stubbed out your cigarette on the ground with the thick sole of your Doc Marten boot. The thump of the bands pounding bass and raging drums seemed to shake the walls as you re-entered the dingy dive bar. The smells of spilled beer and stale piss filled your nostrils but it didn’t bother you like it used to.

You recalled the first few months of working at The Hideout, struggling to take orders over the ear-splitting music. Tuesdays were particularly difficult as Corroded Coffin were relentlessly loud. You wouldn’t have described their sets back then as face-melting, but in the past year they had found their style and you’d become something of a fan.

After wiping down the bar, mopping the bathroom floors and reattaching the toilet seat that seemed to be perpetually broken, you watched the band start to pack down their setup as the owner struggled to convince the last few stubborn drunks to leave the bar. Your eye was caught, just like every other Tuesday, by the shaggy hair and lanky frame of the guitarist as he was coiling his lead. Letting out a chuckle, you sauntered toward him and called out, “hey dude! You know you’re doing that wrong? Or do you like having tangled leads?” His hair swished as he turned around to face you.

“Huh?”

“The way you’re coiling your lead, you’re supposed to go over then under, otherwise it’ll get tangled. Here, let me show you.”

You stepped closer and took the lead from his ringed hands and uncoiled it.

“Here, so you hold the end like this, grab the lead about there, coil it over. Then, see this is where you were wrong, you grab it kinda underneath like this, then you coil it. Then you repeat that. Over, under, over, under. Stops the lead getting tangled,” you said as you kept demonstrating.

The guitarist stared, head cocked to the side. He wasn’t staring at your hands coiling the lead though. He was staring at your face, observing the way your hair was tucked behind your ears and the gentle crease in your brow as you focused on your technique.

“Thanks,” he said as you handed the lead back to him. You gave him a subtle smile before your gaze drifted to the floor beside him where his guitar lay in its open case.

“Well, hello gorgeous!” You exclaimed. “B.C Rich Warlock, right?” you continued as you knelt down to take a closer look.

“Uh, yeah, it is,” the guitarist replied, taken aback by your knowledge.

“Bitchin’. I’ve got my dad’s Fender Strat that he gave me for my 21st birthday.”

“Oh, uh, cool.” He combed through his hair with his fingers, unsure of what to say. The silence between you was thick.

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

“Need any help getting this stuff out to your van?” you offered. He shook his head silently.

“Uh, alright, well you let me know if you change your mind. I’ll be outside waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up.”

Gravel crunched under your boots as you paced around the near-empty parking lot. Clouds of breath left your lips in the cold November air. He should be here by now.

You jumped as the van door slammed shut.

“You still here?” the guitarist asked as he approached cautiously. “I thought your boyfriend was picking you up.”

“He’ll be here. I’m sure he’s on his way. You have a safe drive home man, I’ll see you next Tuesday,” you assured him.

He shook his head as he walked closer.

“No way, I’m not leaving you here alone in the cold. I’ll wait with you.”

Usually you would have insisted he go home, that you’re a big girl and you can handle waiting by yourself. Instead, you silently held out your pack of cigarettes, offering one as a thanks for his company. Smiling, he took one and placed it between his lips. You put one between your own lips, stepped closer to him and tilted your head up until the tips of your cigarettes were almost touching. Shielding them from the wind with one hand, you ignited your Bic lighter with the other. Cigarettes lit, you stepped back. The guitarist took a long drag, exhaled a plume of smoke, and after looking at you for a second he extended a hand towards you.

“I’m Eddie, by the way.”

You took his hand firmly and shook it.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie. I’m Y/N.”

Headlights finally illuminated the road and tires screeched as Billy finally pulled into the parking lot, gravel spraying as the car turned sharply.

“Get in,” Billy barked out of the window.

You turned quickly to Eddie and shook his hand once more.

“Thanks for waiting with me, man. ‘Preciate it.”

“Any time, Y/N. Any time,” he replied, gently smiling.

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N!” Billy shouted and you hurried to the passenger side door. Before you even had a chance to slam it shut after you, Billy was already tearing down the quiet road.

Eddie watched the Camaro speed loudly away from The Hideout. Once it disappeared from view, he sighed, dropping his cigarette butt on the gravel. He climbed into the van but instead of driving off right away he stared at his steering wheel, replaying in his mind every interaction the two of you had.

‘Damn it, Eddie,’ he thought. Why had he been so stunned silent when you tried to speak to him? As if the answer wasn’t obvious to him. After 52 Tuesdays playing at The Hideout, he’d taken a quiet pleasure in watching you pour beers, watching you throw your head back laughing as you joked around with the regular customers. Sometimes he’d notice you banging your head along to his music, causing his chest to tighten with happiness.

You, with your cutoff denim shorts, fishnet tights and Hideout tank top that you’d cropped. He indulged in watching you work while he shredded his guitar for the meagre crowds that Corroded Coffin pulled. If it hadn’t been for you, maybe Eddie would have agreed when Gareth suggested they quit playing The Hideout and start playing The Moonlit Fish instead.

Eddie had become content with admiring you from a distance. If he never met you, you could continue to be his fantasy. He could imagine a life story, a personality for you. If he never met you, you couldn’t disappoint him. Couldn’t break his heart.

But that night, you’d walked over to him. Offered to help him pack his van. Showed him how to coil a lead properly. You told him that you played guitar. For God’s sake, you knew what kind of guitar he played!

As much as he’d allowed himself to create his own version of you in his mind, he’d tried to keep it realistic. Now that you’d broken the barrier, made yourself real to him, his fantasy version of you couldn’t live up to the real thing.

Just one thing stood in between Eddie and his dream girl.

Billy fuckin’ Hargrove.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #littlebylittle

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emeriethevalkyriegirl · 1 year

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Totally Spies (Valkyries) Chapter 25

@sunshinebingo @aelinchocolatelover

3 horror movies later

Azriel yawned and stretched his arms, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. It was 2:00am in the morning and the girls are going to school tomorrow, meaning the next morning will be nothing but training and work. Not that he minded. It gave him a chance to get some peace and quiet without them horsing around.

Adjusting his eyes to the dark, Azriel looked to find his brothers still sleeping on the couch. Rhysand was sleeping on his stomach while Emerie slept on top of him like an older brother and sister. Cassian was on the floor laying on top of cushions from the couch. Nesta was resting next to him, Cassian’s arm draped over her as a way of protection from any bed bugs. Or mainly, dust bunnies.

Azriel smiled at his friends but stopped when he realized that Gwyn wasn’t there. He soon relaxed when he remembered during the movie Halloween, Gwyn squeaked a bit and clung onto Azriel’s arm. He didn’t mind it, noticing her fear for horror movies. The girls even asked her if she was okay, but she merely replied ‘yes’. However, after the 4th kill of the movie, Gwyn told everyone that she needed to use the bathroom. She hasn’t come out since.

Deciding that it would be best to check on her, Azriel quietly stepped over Cassian and Nesta and made his way toward Gwyn’s bedroom. Her bedroom door was open ajar and he heard some whimpering and pleas. Azriel opened the door further and what he saw, made his heart shatter. Gwyn was laying in bed curled up in a ball while clutching a blanket for comfort. She was crying and shaking with fear that Azriel had never seen before. She was saying pleas in her sleep as a way of saying, ‘Please, don’t hurt me.’ Shadow the cat was there with her licking her face to try and wake her up, but it wasn’t working.

Closing the door behind him, Azriel walked over to Gwyn and knelt down in front of her. Shadow, startled by the door closing, hissed a bit but stopped after realizing that it St startled by the door closing, Shadow hissed a bit but stopped after realizing was just Azriel. “Hey Shadow, you mind turning on that lamp for me?” Azriel asked although he wasn’t sure Shadow was able to understand him. The cat proved him wrong by leaping his way over to the lamp and using his jaws to pull the string to turn it on. Azriel placed a hand on Gwyn’s head and gently rubbed her hair. “Hey Gwyn, wake up.”

“No, please. Leave me alone.”

“It’s okay Gwyn, it’s just me.” Gwyn opened her eyes to find Azriel in front of her. With a gasp, Gwyn sat up. “Az, when did you get in here?” she asked, trying to calm her nerves. “After I heard you crying. Are you okay?” He asked, sympathy clouding his voice.

Gwyn sniffed a bit. Or tried to. She started sniffing a lot now. She didn’t wanna look like she was the weak link of the bunch, but the painful memory of her nightmare was haunting her. She couldn’t stop it even if she tried. Gwyn had no choice but to break. So, she did the one thing that hopefully won’t embarrass her too much. She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Azriel’s neck and dipped her face into his shoulder, her tears barely making in time to hide them from any curious eyes from the door.

Startled by the sudden change, Azriel slowly wrapped his arms around her. “Hey, it’s alright Gwyn. I’m here.” He said in a kind voice. Azriel rubbed her back to soothe her crying. “It’s alright Gwyn. It’ll be okay. Whatever is clouding your mind can’t hurt you anymore.” he added as Gwyn lifted her head and rubbed her eyes.

Not knowing what to do, Azriel took a glance at Shadow who nudged his head at Gwyn. Azriel had no idea what the cat was saying, but he believed it had something to do with comforting her. “Gwyn, I don’t mean to pry, but what was your...nightmare about?” Silence was Azriel’s answer. Fearing he struck too hard, Azriel picked up the small redhead and lied her back down on her bed. “It was...about my sister.”

Azriel sighed. He knew Gwyn had a twin sister named Catrin Berdara. She looked just like Gwyn but with black hair and no freckles. Before they met the girls, Azriel and his brothers researched on each of their files. He read that her sister had perished in a car accident along with her mother and father. The poor girl woke up crying in the hospital until her aunt Lou, now her legal guardian, came to get her and took her in. The AI that Gwyn created was called C3TR1N. Catrin. He couldn’t believe it took him this long to realize that her AI was basically her sister.

“I’m...sorry Gwyn. It’ll be alright I promise.” Azriel said, trying to comfort Gwyn with a smile. Gwyn rubbed her eyes from the tears that threatened to fall, but she didn’t smile back. Shadow leapt off the nightstand and laid down next to Gwyn. He nudged his head over to her indicating that Azriel should do something. Azriel really needed to go to therapy if he was taking advice from a cat, but he’d do anything to make Gwyn smile.

Azriel got up from the floor and sat on the bed, just a couple of inches away from Gwyn. “Hey Gwyn, can I ask you something?”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever tried to eat a clock?” Gwyn looked at Azriel like he’d grown 3 heads. “....what?”

“Have you ever tried to eat a clock?” Azriel asked again. Stealing a glance at Shadow, Gwyn looked back at Azriel. “Um...no?”

“Well...I heard that it’s very time-consuming.” Azriel replied. A few moments passed until Gwyn’s jaw fell to the floor realizing the joke. Azriel laughed when Gwyn buried her face in her pillow and groaned. “Az, that was so corny!” Gwyn complained allowing Azriel to laugh even more. “Then why’re you laughing?”

“I’m not laughing!” Gwyn tried to recoil but her laughter got the better of her and soon, she was a pile of giggly mush. “Yes, you are.” Azriel replied, beginning to poke her tummy as the redhead giggled and swatted her hand at her giant friend. Deciding to join in on the fun too, Shadow meowed and tried to protect Gwyn by gently biting Azriel’s finger. Azriel stopped poking and plucked his finger out of the feline’s mouth. “Smooth move Shadow.” Shadow meowed back at him.

Azriel looked towards Gwyn who was hugging her pillow over her tummy. She smiled-truly smiled at Azriel. The pain of her previous nightmare now washed away from her eyes. And Azriel was proud of it. “Now answer this Gwyn, are you alright?”

And with a bright smile, Gwyn replied. “I am. Thanks to you.”

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“WAHOO! PEP RALLY WEEK!” Emerie cheered with excitement as she, Nesta, and Gwyn walked down the hallway to their first period of class. It was Monday and today was Pep Rally week. Meaning that Velaris and Beverly Hill Middle were competing together for an entire week along with Beverly Hills High and Velaris High. Which meant that it would give the girls a chance to meet their upperclassmen before they go to Highschool in a couple of years. Whoever wins, gets to have bragging right until next Pep Rally and a pizza party for the entire school.

Nesta nodded, smiling from ear to ear. “I can’t wait for the football match.” Nesta cheered as Gwyn and Emerie gave her a confused look. “Nesta, the football match isn’t until Friday. Which is the last day of the rally.”

“I know but it’s always been my favorite. Plus, students get free food.” Nesta explained. Gwyn thought about her favorite week at Pep Rally. “Well, mine is the chess team.”

“Mine’s the dance off.”

“Hey, guys!” All 3 girls turned to see a blond haired girl named Roslin running toward them while carrying a stack of flyers. When she stopped in front of them, the girls greeted her. “Hey Rosy. What’s up?”

“The cheerleader squad is accepting new members today.” The girls were completely caught off guard. The cheer squad was huge and only a selected few people could get in. They never needed to worry about that though sense they all agreed not to do it. “Um, that’s great Roslin, but we’re not into cheer.”

“Please. Half of the squad got food poisoning from the cafeteria last week. We’re down 8 cheerleaders.” Roslin replied as sadness clouded her eyes. The girls looked at each other with sadness and guilt. They didn’t like cheer so much, but it would give them a chance to not train so much into becoming a spy. They needed some time in the real world too.

After a silent conversation between the 3 girls, they all nodded in agreement and looked at Roslin. “We’ll do it.”

“Really? Awesome! Tryouts start after school. Don’t be late!”

#Nesta #Gwyn #Emerie #Azriel #Gwynriel moment here y'all

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dump-o-whump · 2 years

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Bug — 5.5: Countryside

this is gonna be fun<3 (also @augustwritingchallenge)

content: tiny/fairy whumpee, lady whump, defiant whumpee, fairy collector/hunter whumper, begging, failed escape attempt

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The countryside is calm.

At least, that’s what most people think. They think of tranquil walks through forests, quaint little cottages tucked away from society, adorable free-range farms.

Aria doesn’t think of that. She thinks of freedom.

The next time Mr Adams unpinned her, she didn’t bolt. She neatly sat herself in the jar and smiled obediently up at him. She had a plan, a plan that relied on her having his complete trust. So she had to play the long game and be good.

He grinned, clearly none the wiser.

“Ah, so you’ve finally decided to start behaving yourself, have you?” He cooed as he brought her to his face, so close his breathing clouded the glass. Aria stood up and pressed her hands against the side of the jar, nodding gently and smiling radiantly.

Yes, she muttered. He didn’t react — he never reacted when she spoke, no matter what she said — but she didn’t mind. As long as he knew she agreed, she was happy.

“Maybe I should take you outside again.” He mused. Bingo. “I do want you to see the outside world, of course. Even bugs like you deserve it.”

Aria gritted her teeth at that. I’m not a goddamn bug, and if you call me that again I swear to god I’m actually gonna—

She took a deep breath in. Stay calm. It’ll all be worth it in the end.

Aria nodded quickly and sat down again, forcing herself to look surprised at the notion. Mr Adams looked her up and down with his giant eyes before nodding to himself.

“You seem enthusiastic,” He muttered, “Don’t get any escape ideas, though. It doesn’t take much for me to crush you, and it would be damn fun.”

She shook her head aggressively. No, you don’t have to do that, don’t worry! You won’t have to do that, I promise. She shouted it, but she didn’t mean a word. Her escape plans didn’t stop for a second. She wanted her freedom more than anything, and she was ready to do anything to get it.

It’d only been a few weeks with this nut job and she was already desperate to leave. She hated him. She hated his stupid voice, his stupid punishments, his stupid games. She hated more than anything that she was scared of him. He had hurt her, but he was a human. Her village was right — humans were the worst thing ever.

“Well then. Let’s go, shall we?”

She nodded and tried to conceal how pathetic she felt. Just like every time, he smiled and believed her false enthusiasm. It was kinda funny. That lifted her spirits slightly.

He carried her across the room, walking gently and slowly to make sure she wasn’t hurt. Despite it all, he was always considerate like that — when he wasn’t torturing her or threatening to rip her wings off, he was kind and thoughtful. Another thing she hated about him.

“I’m going to take you outside now. We’re in the countryside, so they’ll be lots of space for you to fly about. But, if f you try to escape, I will catch you, and I will make you regret it.”

Alright, I get it, don’t rub it in. She muttered.

The door opened, warm light cascaded in, and Aria grinned. She could see a forest. It wasn’t hers, sure, but it was an opportunity. Once she was out there, she was basically home. All she needed was a distraction.

“Now.” Mr Adams said, grinning, “Have fun.”

He unscrewed the lid of the jar and Aria immediately shot out. She flew around his head, stretching her wings and getting out all of her bottled-up excitement. He laughed quietly as he watched her.

Thank you! She smiled. The hatred for him that she pumped herself full of was starting to dissipate. Sure, he hurt her a lot, but now he was giving her a taste of freedom. That definitely isn’t the worst treatment.

“Oh, would you look at that. Time’s up.”

Before she could process what was happening, Aria saw Mr Adams’ hand reaching for her wings. She squealed in anticipation for the pain. Fight or flight kicked in, and she chose flight. It was now or never.

She bolted herself forward and as far away from him as she could get. He screamed something, running after her, but he was no match for her speed. She felt herself grinning wildly as she felt the wind rushing through her hair and saw herself getting closer to true freedom.

Then, it all stopped.

She felt herself falling, falling, falling towards the ground.

Something had hit her.

She fell hard. Her wings didn’t work, no matter how hard or desperately she beat them, so she didn’t stop until she hit the grass. In her peripheral vision, she saw Mr Adams rushing over to her. His face was red and his eyes were wide with rage. Terror coursed through her. She was paralysed, whether it was in fear or because of the projectile she couldn’t tell. She could feel everything and nothing.

No, no, no. I’m so close. Please, I got so close.

Mr Adams panted as he scooped her crumbled body up, sneering over her as she pleaded with broken lungs. “Got you.”

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this is also very bad because i’m writing it at 12:57am :)

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edensrose · 2 years

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hi! first of all, i adore your blog and your writing and i lowkey wanna be friends with you <:

anyway though, i'm having a tough time and this is a shameless self insert so if you don't wanna write this that is totally fine and i understand, but in case you don't mind: could you write a legolas x reader angst/fluff fic, with the reader having a tough appearance, maybe a trained fighter or assassin, also observant and good at reading people, but struggling with traumatic experiences (i'd rather not specify, i'll leave that up to your creativity) and therefore being kind of afraid of intimacy but still being undeniably in love with legolas and he with her.. - you get the idea i hope. feel free to have them be touch starved and cry and make out.

thank you so much <33

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ legolas ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. you loved him with your entire heart, you knew that. but sometimes it was difficult to see him in a different light, to expect something other than the trauma you've faced ( angst ៸៸ reader was hurt by previous lovers in the past )

· ⊰ note. so glad we actually started talking <3 I really hope that this is to your liking deary!!

“Why do you avoid me, meleth nin?” He upholds the distance placed between yet nevertheless stares at his beloved with a look of care and concern. “Have I angered you in some way?”

The wall looks most interesting at this given moment as you use everything in your power to avert your gaze from the one of your lover. To avoid his cerulean hues which often bring comfort and ease. Instead, you are left feeling as though they will harm you, despite your better judgement scolding you for even fathoming such a thought.

As if Legolas, sweet, wonderful Legolas could ever hurt you as they did.

You draw in a breath, hoping it’ll soothe the burning of your lungs and chase away the sting in your eyes, but it does little in aid, as your throat feels swollen and raspy. “It is nothing, my love.’’ And still, you face the wall. “I have simply been feeling ill. . . that is all.’’

It’s a reach but you have hope that it would deter him. Alas, this lie simply stirs the pot of his worry further. “Meleth nin, please.’’ He calls once more, daring to take a step forward. “Do not lie to me, I only wish to help.’’

Legolas, oh Legolas. How innocent you are. To believe that you could help the shattered and fix the broken.

“D-Don’t.’’

He halts, observing as you spin around and gape in dread at his sudden advancement. “Please,’’ you quaver, resisting tremors. “Do not come a step closer.’’ It is only then that the elf takes notice of the darkened room, had your candles burned out? By the looks of it, this loom may have been sought.

Legolas dips his brows and finds himself awkwardly frozen in position, as per your request. He takes a moment to observe your stature; frightened, cowering, as if anticipating only the worst. It leaves him confounded yet all-the-more concerned. “Alright,’’ he answers despite the tightness in his chest. “I will take no step further. . . but please, dearest, I cannot leave you here alone any longer.”

He was unsure of what storm raged within your mind but he knew better than to simply leave the room or ‘give you space’ as he has been doing for the past week. You flinch, curse him and his pure heart. Albeit genuine intentions, he would never fathom what it was that you went through, not without your confession.

You remained wary, staring at the male as though a part of you expected him to break this promise and find his way over. A constant battle spouted within your conscious as a pair of voices fought;

he was here to trick you, hurt you! He is just like them!

he loves you, he would never. He wants to help you!

Legolas took notice of your clouded hues and cleared his throat. “Please,’’ his tone mirrors that of a gentle breeze throughout the trees, a whispering plea as his eyes find yours. “I am worried for you, Y/N. I only wish to know what has happened so that I may help. . .’’

Liar!

No!

“I-I’m scared,’’

A croak so soft it almost missed his ears. In search of comfort, you wrap your arms around your quaking form and advert your gaze to the ground. “I-I fear the worst from you, my love.’’ With a sob, you lean upon the wall for support; half-wishing that it was his warm embrace instead.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’’

Legolas shakes his head, familiarising himself with the few instances in which you confessed a fraction of your past trauma. “No, meleth nin, please don’t apologise.’’ He sucks a breath in. Valar! He just wanted to hold you, wrap his arms around your trembling body and tell you everything would be alright.

Alas, he could not. For the last thing, he wished was to bring further fear into your eyes and drown you deeper within this ocean of anxiety.

“I’m scared, Legolas!’’ You repeat, this time through a choked sob. “E-Every time I look at you there is a fear in my heart. A fear that you will do to me what they have done. That you will break me once more.’’ Tearful eyes meet his as you snapped your head up. Red, puffy and threatening to spill waterfalls. “I-I strayed away because I thought it would help 一 I-I thought it would help!”

Your knees wish to buck and send you straight to the floor, but you hold strong. “I need you, Legolas. . .’’ Droplets slip down your face, hitting the ground below. “But I’m so scared. I’m so scared.’’

His heart aches to reach out to you, to pull you into his embrace and shield you from the world that dared to hurt you. Legolas can do neither, but his resolve finally shatters and he begs for permission to draw near. Permission which you hesitated to grant, but ultimately did so when the will to stand dwindled.

A slow inching which soon turned into a quick pursuit forward as your legs finally gave out and you fell straight into the hold of your lover, who looped his arms around your quivering form and brought his chin to your head. “I am here, my love.’’ His throat clenches, voice wavering as he hears your muffled cries into his chest. “I am here.’’

At last, the floodgates break and you crumble into him, digging your nails into the fabric of his clothes as you cry your heart and soul out. You fought back the urge to jerk away from the hand in your hair, to shove off the arms that held you with a repetitive reminder that this was Legolas. Your beloved, your dearest. The one who would not pluck a hair from your head. The same elf that would bring you the moon and stars to see you happy, the same who would walk through Mordor itself if it meant your safety and wellbeing.

It was these very assurances that allowed your tense muscles to, albeit with great difficulty, relax as your body subsequently settled against his. It felt like forever and a half, the time you spent crying on him. But Legolas was without complaint, only wishing to console and comfort you as he had done numerous times in the past.

“I’m sorry.’’

Is all you can whimper after finally steadying yourself. “I’m so -” “Don’t.’’ You look up just as two hands take your face into a tender, delicate hold. Oh how you missed his touch, the warmth that left you shivering. “I don’t wish to hear another apology from you, meleth.’’ He frowns, being mindful of the way in which he handles you; for he couldn’t bear to see you in such a state any longer. It’s enough to double the tears in your eyes, none of which stem from grief as they had before.

“Why?”

“Why?” He repeats, expression contorting once more as he braces himself for whatever is to come. “Why do. . . why do I associate such cruelty with you?” A question only you would be able to answer, yet it left you nevertheless baffled. “I love you, Legolas. I’ve missed you. Then why is it that I expect only the worst from you?” He falls silent, unable to do anything other than gaze upon you with the same look of pure adoration.

“How can you still look at me like that?” It’s baffling, confounding, it leaves the tears welling further and bursting for the umpteenth time. “How can you still stare at me as if I am the moon and stars?”

“Because I love you, Y/N.’’

The words are so sincere, so true and firm despite his gentle tone as thumbs brush away streaks of moisture. “I am undeniably, wholeheartedly, in love with you.’’ His forehead touches yours, cerulean pools pouring passion into your very soul.

“Please,’’ hands cling to his clothes. “Say it again. Please.’’

“I love you,’’ he repeats, barely above a whisper as he brushes a soft peck upon you. “I love you. I love you; I love you.’’

Unable to take no more, you finally pull him in and press his lips to yours. Delicate, brimming with passion. Fingers bury into his blonde locks after arms loop around his neck 一 alternatively, a gentle hold remains on your face. Lips move in perfect sync, parting for but a breath of air only to meet again, and again, and again.

And with every temporary departure, you mirror his words, return his praises. You take everything that you had abandoned for oh so long and he is glad to give it to you. All whilst that single, simple phrase is repeated like that of a broken record throughout the entirety of the night.

I love you,

I love you

I love you.

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐬 ៸៸ the hobbit/lotr ❜‧₊#legolas #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #legolas x reader #legolas reader insert #legolas x y/n #legolas x you #legolas thranduilion #the hobbit x reader #lotr x reader #mirkwood elves #angst #hurt/comfort #oneshot #writing

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carlisles-girl · 3 years

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Hey:) twilight anon again^^

Thanks soo much for doing the pet name thing!!

I also didn’t request anything else, though I did consider it. I just didn’t wanna overwhelm you:)

Could you maybe do a “dating jasper would include” type of thing?

Dating Jasper Hale Would Include

a/n: I made this in class <3

Jasper would always have to be holding you in some way.

He doesn’t care if he’s around a ton of people, he just needs to make sure you’re there with him.

If you two are at a party, or some sort of social gathering, he’d most likely be found standing behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, and him leaning his chin on one of your shoulders.

Alice loves to take pictures of you two, especially when Jasper’s holding you like that.

Jasper is the king of respecting you.

He’s always holding doors open for you.

And he’d run to the front of the store to open the door.

“After you, darlin’.”

And he’d get out of the car before you to open the door.

He’d definitely help you out of the car as well.

With a kiss on the hand.

Jasper would definitely stand up before you sit down, then sit back down when you’re seated.

Him giving you his sweater when he sees you’re too cold.

“Jas, it’s fine.”

“No it’s not, darlin’, I need to keep you safe from things. Even illness.”

Oh god, if you ever got sick-

He’d get you all the soups, blankets, socks, fans, heaters, and whatever you need.

Carlisle would tell him that it’s just a flu, or something related, that’ll be cured in a few days time with some medicine.

“Jasper, they’ll be fine.”

“But what if they won’t be? What if it’s like some incurable disease!”

“It’s just strep throat, Jasper.”

“People have died from strep throat.”

“When untreated. We have amazing medicine for Y/n. They’ll be fine.”

Jasper would ultimately try to make you feel better by using his gift on you.

Whether you’re sad, or frustrated.

He doesn’t like using his gift on you all the time, however. He likes for you to experience every emotion your body has to offer naturally.

He will definitely change your mood if you had asked, though.

King of consent.

He’s so afraid of hurting you.

You were at Bella’s birthday at the Cullens when she got that paper cut.

You had tried to cover Bella’s wound before the blood could drop on the floor, but Bella kept moving.

Edward had pushed, or rather thrown, Bella to the other side of the room, and Jasper was about to kill one of your best friends.

Carlisle had tried to tackle him to the ground with his arm, but Jasper had ducked.

Emmett finally caught Jasper just in time, thanking his super strength for all of eternity.

However, now all of Bella’s arm was bleeding, since Edward had thrown her on glass.

All of the Cullens were standing there, staring at Bella. Goosebumps littered your skin, afraid that you were about to witness your best friend’s death in-front of your very eyes.

Carlisle had rushed towards Bella, protecting her as the rest of the Cullens rushed outside to calm Jasper down.

You had went outside, Edward in-front of you, and you were scared.

Edward knowingly looked behind him to see you with a crease in between your eyebrows.

“It’ll be alright, Y/n.”

When you two had finally made your way to the back where the rest were, and if Jasper could cry, there would be tears pouring down his face.

His face was in his hands as he sat on the ground.

You walked up behind him, and crouched beside him.

“Hey…”

Jasper looked up from his hands and he sped away from you, next to Esme.

“Please…I don’t want to hurt you too.”

A wave of sadness immediately washes over your features, and Jasper can feel it which makes him feel worse.

Jasper looks at Edward, to which Edward enters his mind, and he understands what Jasper wants him to do at once.

Edward then makes his way towards you, and escorts you away from everyone else.

You’re silent the whole time, your mind clouded with thoughts as he opens the car door for you and begins to drive you home.

You try to clear your mind, trying not to give Edward a headache.

“Y/n, I appreciate your efforts in attempting to clear your mind, but it’s not working.”

When you get to your house, you thank Edward for dropping you off, and for him to give you any more information on Jasper, if anything were to happen.

He agrees, and tells you to stay safe and to have a good night before speeding off.

Jasper then avoids you for the next couple days, and you don’t particularly enjoy that.

Every time you try to talk to him, he always walks away before you could even form a sentence.

You end up texting Alice, asking if you had provoked some form of annoyance in Jasper when you went to pursue him after the incident at Bella’s party.

“He doesn’t hate you, I can tell you that. Why don’t you come over for a movie night, just us, and we could do our nails or something?”

You’ve always loved being friends with Alice; she’s always been amazing at distracting your mind from your troubling thoughts.

Besides, she was probably asking you to come over because she had seen something.

You come around to the Cullens’ after dinner, and you go up to Alice’s room after greeting the rest of the Cullens in the living room.

You had noticed that Jasper wasn’t in the living room.

You had knocked on Alice’s door, to which she had opened it with a smile on her face.

“Okay, so I didn’t know what colour you like to paint your nails, so I bought all of them.”

After your nails had dried, Alice had pulled you downstairs.

While walking down the stairs, you had looked over to the living room where Jasper was seated next to Emmett, reading a novel.

The rest of the Cullens had left, either to work or hanging out somewhere.

Your eyes had lingered over his face for longer than you thought, trying to see if he would even attempt to look at you.

“I’ll just be right back. I forgot something upstairs.” - Alice

“Yeah, yeah, and I need to see how Rose is doing with the cars.” - Emmett

Which left you and Jasper with each other.

He still made no effort to look at you, so you took matters into your own hands.

You sat next to him, and tapped his shoulder.

He looked in your direction, but not in your eyes.

“Look, Jas, I understand why you might feel bad, especially with yourself. But I don’t blame you for anything. You didn’t have any control over what had happened, you smelt blood, you’re a vampire for fucks sake. You’re obviously going to go to where the blood is. Yes, it could have been avoided, but you’re still learning to gain control, and you’ve been doing amazing. It was just the one time, and it might happen again, but in the end, everyone is alright. You can’t blame yourself for one thing forever.”

Jasper didn’t say anything, he just put his book down, and wrapped you in his arms, his face buried in your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. For everything, for ignoring you, for hurting Bella, for almost destroying our relationship, I’m so sorry. I love you so much, darlin’.”

After you two make up, you two return to the beginning.

Inseparable, that is.

Jasper holding your hand all of the time.

Cuddling anywhere.

Sitting with him and his adoptive siblings in the cafeteria.

Surprisingly, the rest of the students are happy you and Jasper are back together.

Even some teachers.

Everyone loved it when they saw Jasper’s smile whenever you walked into the room.

He would get instantly happy that you were with him.

You better believe you are high school sweethearts.

Angela loves taking pictures of you two to put in the yearbook.

Jasper still has his old clothes from previous decades, which results in him putting on a fashion show for you, showing you his flared pants from the 70s, his acid-washed jean jackets from the 80s, and his suits from the 50s.

He has such a cool closet.

You tend to wear some of his clothes, which he absolutely loves.

Even if it’s just one of his old necklaces or a belt, he would melt into the floor if he could.

“Is that my belt?”

“Mhm, do you want it back?

“No, no….keep wearing it.”

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