#so i take refuge in the bathroom :3

[sayu-official]

someone help me kano nana’s chasing me and im stuck in this tree lmfao

#// im at school and i want to dig a hole in the ground and curl up in it forever #cant stand it here #really just a horrible horrible place #so i take refuge in the bathroom :3 #sayu sleeps on the job

[hillbillyoracle]

So you can't get out of bed...

This is a resource list for all those who are having trouble getting out of bed. Whether that's because of injury, disability, or mental health, this collection of resources should help address some of the common pain points I've experienced over the years. Some will require modification if truly bedbound but my hope is this sparks ideas and gives you a place to start.

A warning: this is a *long* post. I went for thoroughness over brevity so people had options where possible.

Food

This video from Sarah McGlory of Adaptive Cleaning details her system.

It is excellent. I have a similar bin to her first in my room for high pain and low mood days. Prioritize high fiber and high protein shelf stable foods. Make sure electrolytes and water are within easy reach.

If grocery trips are too much, it's worth looking into pick up or delivery. In my experience, the delivery services through stores are better than Instacart and the like. The retailer who must not be named also has a great snack selections that hold up pretty well in transit.

Fruit + veggie pouches, baked chips, and RXBars are some of my favorites to keep on hand.

Clean Space

This video from KC Davis of Struggle Care details her "Five Things Tidying Method".

If you can't tidy your whole space, focus on the walkways. Make sure you have a walkway to your bedroom door, to your front door (or other way to leave your house), to the bathroom, and to the kitchen or where you store food.

Another tip from KC Davis - if you're struggling to get your plates back to the kitchen before they stick or attract bugs, get gallon sized plastic bags and seal the plates inside of them. You can always wash and reuse them once you've delivered it safely to your sink or dishwasher. When you're just surviving, it's just as okay to toss them after.

Bonus: This no-mess method of decluttering from Dana K. White is low energy friendly. You can stop whenever and your space is still better.

Hygiene

This post details my care kit that I use.

If you're unable to shower regularly, I'd add in some baby wipes. Yours probably won't look exactly like mine but I hope it can be a jumping off point. If I could only pick two items, it'd be the disposable toothbrushes and a good facial lotion (since it can also be used on the body). If you can't bare to change your clothes, just change your underwear. This helps prevent health issues down the road.

Movement

Arm Workout in Bed: [3 Min] [5 Min] [10 min]

Core Workout in Bed: [3 Min] [5 Min] [10 Min]

Leg Workout in Bed: [3 Min] [5 Min] [10 Min]

Yoga in Bed: [Morning] [Anytime] [Evening]

Stretching: [5 Min] [10 Min]

If you're able to stand + move but not up for leaving your room, then Rick Bhullar's walking workouts are great in a small space.

For a long time, I thought that you could only get exercise by getting dressed in specific clothes and going outside or to a gym. Now I know that there are lots of options for getting a little movement in bed. Even a short 3 min workout a day can help decrease muscle atrophy. Don't let perfect be the enemy of good enough.

Bonus: I also just walk laps around my room/apartment. You don't have to go outside. It can get a little boring sure. But quick 5-10 min walking breaks through out the day add up.

Spirituality

This is ultimately going to be specific to you and your tradition. Even if you are not religious at all taking a moment to think about your bigger picture values is important. Since my core spiritual path is Buddhism, here are some recommendations in that vein. I could not find good links for all of these. I don't necessarily do all of these everyday but I try to do a few.

Three Refuges by Plum Village

The Five Precepts by Access to Insight

The Five Remembrances on Wikipedia

Chanting Om Mani Padme Hum

Chanting Namo'valokiteshvara

Reciting the Heart Sutra

Bonus: A pagan practice I enjoy is reciting the hymns to the planet of the day. Offering water and incense is great but optional. Praying to and thanking ancestors and land spirits is also a great practice.

Alternatives to Social Media

It's easy to get stuck in the black hole of scrolling. It's good to have something enjoyable to pivot to.

Cozy Games

My favorites are Stardew Valley, Wingspan, and Animal Crossing. The first two aren't terribly expensive. A lower cost alternative to Animal Crossing would be Cozy Grove which regularly goes on sale. Sims can be cozy as well - minus any pool shenanigans.

Slowly

This is an app that allows you to send messages but delivers them on a delay based on how far away you are from someone. It makes it fairly easy to find penpals though, as with anything, it can be hit or miss. I've even convinced a few of my irl friends to try it and write them little letters on there. The delay makes receiving them more special. It's a great way to play letter writing rpgs with friends. I'm currently using it to play Grandpa's Farm with my partner.

750 Words

Ever wished you could do morning pages digitally? That's what 750 words started out as being but you can ultimately use it however you want. Some people use it to hit word counts on their writing projects. I'm a fan of using it to brain dump and then micro journal. It does cost a small fee after 30 days but it's by far been worth it to me.

FeederWatch

Getting outside - even if it's just for 5 minutes - once a day is a great goal. But if you can't, take a break and watch one of these feeder streams for a while. Even just seeing images of the outdoors, is calming. I sometime throw this up on one screen while I'm playing a cozy game or doing some non-screen activities.

Screen Breaks

We all know it's important to take screen breaks - but it's extra important to do it when you're in bed and you're screens are a big part of how you spend your day. Below are some of my favorite ways to take a break. 10 minutes every two hours or 20 minutes every three hours can make a big difference.

Postcrossing or writing letters to friends

Solo RPGs - here are some of mine, here's a D&D example

Free adult coloring pages

Read a Book - reading challenge, get personalized recommendations

Play a solitaire card game - there are so damn many now

Walk around for 5-10 minutes, bonus if it's outside.

Volunteer

One of the big feelings that come up for me when I'm mostly in bed is that I feel like a burden to others. Rather than trying to "be productive" I've found it's much better to try to positively contribute to others even if it's in small ways - sending a text to someone remembering/thanking them for something kind they did for me, ordering a little present for someone I know who's had a rough time, sending a card to someone who has a birthday coming up. The little stuff really helps people.

If you don't have many people in your life like that to help or you'd like to help some strangers too here are some other options.

Sigma Phi Eta

This is a 100% online and free greek service org I'm trying to get off the ground. 3 hours of service to become a pledge which count towards the 10 needed to become a member. 10 hours each year to stay active. We maintain an updated list of online/distanced volunteer opportunities as we find them. We have service awards for those who want to go above and beyond. Plus once you're a member you can wear our letters.

We're small right now but if you want a group of people to talk service and grow with - come join us!

Letters Against Isolation

LAI is probably my favorite charity I volunteer for. Volunteers write cards and letters to people in nursing homes, assisted living, and those connected to senior centers through Meals on Wheels and other programs. They're always adding new facilities so the need is always growing. They have facilities in multiple countries they write to and could use people who speak another language especially.

Warm Up America

Mostly for crocheters and knitters - this org accepts donations of all kinds of patterns and distributes them to smaller projects and charities who otherwise wouldn't be able to access these kind of goods at scale. I've made a few things for them - simple hats - and greatly enjoyed the process. Great use for your cheaper acrylic yarns.

7 Cups

I've had a mixed experience with 7 Cups. I really have enjoyed my experiences chatting with people on there but it can be really hit or miss as to whether I feel like I've helped people. There's also the usual people who try to use any chat service for sex. That aside, I still think their training is pretty good and it can feel meaningful when you're able to connect with someone who's not doing so hot.

Checklist

Have you cleaned yourself + changed clothes? [ ]

Have you tended to your spirituality? [ ]

Have you fed yourself? [ ] [ ] [ ]

Have you tended to your space? [ ]

Have you gotten some movement in? [ ]

Have you taken a social media break? [ ] [ ] [ ]

Have you taken a screen break? [ ] [ ] [ ]

Have you volunteered or done something nice for another person? [ ]

#self care #depression #disability #bedbound #harm reduction

[keikikait]

ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ (ʙɪᴋᴇʀ!ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part two. for part one, click here!

pairing: biker!megumi x f!reader (au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 2k

summary: after a rude encounter with your next door neighbour, you decide to spend distance yourself from him, spending most of your nights at a friends house.

warnings: SMUT (masturbation, f & m), MINORS DNI 18+, suggestive flirting, not proofread (oops), jealous megumi, slight self deprecation talk (so ig a slight angst warning)

a note: i promise part 3 won't be delayed as much!

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Things have gotten worse since you last spoke.

Each day begins with the jarring sound of his motorcycle revving right outside your window, shattering the tranquility of the morning. The noise reverberates through your whole apartment, making it impossible to ignore. And to make matters worse, he started blasting the worst rap music you’ve ever heard from a portable speaker while he works on his bike on Saturday afternoons. The cacophony of noise fills the air, making it impossible to concentrate or find any semblance of peace within your own home. 

Even though you’ve been trying to avoid him, checking outside your window a few too many times before leaving so you don’t run into him, he’s still been plaguing your mind. You had caught him like a cold or the flu, and now you’re praying that you’ll one day be immune. Sleeping was practically impossible, even the strongest earplugs and the loudest white noise couldn’t block out the sound of his, frankly, stupid fucking bike. You go to work irritable and exhausted, having to hype yourself up in the bathroom before clocking in. You dread going home, begging your manager to let you work late, trying to find every excuse to hang back and avoid your inevitable negative interaction with Megumi.

After days of sleepless nights and endless worry, you had finally reached your breaking point. With a heavy heart, you had mustered up the courage to do something you'd been dreading — ask a friend for a favor. With trembling hands, you dialed your friend Yuji’s number, hoping that he would understand. To your immense relief, he listened patiently and without judgment. You poured out your heart, sharing the sleepless nights and the constant fear that had become your reality.

To your surprise, Yuji didn't hesitate, offering you a place to stay for the days Megumi would wake up early to head to work, a sanctuary where you could finally rest and recharge. You accepted his offer, overwhelmed with gratitude, knowing it would give you the solace you desperately needed. The nights before Megumi's shifts became a routine. You would gather your belongings and head to Yuji's place, seeking refuge from the darkness that seemed to engulf your apartment. 

Each night, you would lie awake in your friend's spare bedroom, listening to the sounds of the outside world. The gentle hum of traffic, the distant laughter of passersby — these were the sounds of a life that seemed so far removed from your own. Part of you loved your time spent away from Megumi. Part of you didn’t. Even though he was annoying, stuck up, and frankly a bitch, he was so pretty to look at. You couldn’t help yourself sometimes, sneakily taking glances at him through your window while he worked on his bike, shirtless and sweating under the Japanese summer sun.

You felt guilty in a way. He hated you, yet you didn’t hate him. Why are you hanging on so tight? You wanted to hate him so badly, especially while you were laying propped up on your bed, had between your soft thighs as you thrust two fingers in and out of your cunt. You couldn’t help yourself, biting your duvet cover to keep yourself from moaning his name too loudly while you came, hips bucking into your hand while you imagined the ways he would talk you through it. You couldn’t help but imagine how handsome he would look with you all over his mouth, grinning at you as you beg to cum. Would he let you? Sometimes you would get carried away, sliding your fingers over your clit to draw out another orgasm, one that would leave you silent curled in a ball on your bed. Megumi seemed like the type to overstimulate you just for fun, after all. He clouded your mind, engulfing you with visions of him encased in smoke. He was beautiful, finite, a shining white light you had a hard time looking at. You were, quite frankly, down bad. 

Suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee.

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On the other side of the plaster wall, Megumi was having a similar experience. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, hoping if he revved his engine loud enough in the mornings you would come outside, all cute and grumpy with bedhead, yelling at him to quiet down. Maybe you would only be wearing a T-shirt too. He wondered what panties you would be wearing. Cotton? Lace? None at all?

He noticed your glances while he was working on his bike. After all, he did it shirtless hoping you would stare. All he wants is your attention, and can you blame him? You’re so soft and pretty, and all he wants to do is scoop you up and kiss you before bending you over his desk, his hand gripping your hair at the root as he fucks you dumb. He thinks about what you would sound like while he fucks you as he jerks off, one hand playing with his balls while the other strokes his cock up and down, teasing the tip with his fingers. He wonders what you would look like on your knees next to his bed, his cock draped across your face as you suck on his balls. He moans quietly when he cums, the liquid splattering onto his chest and abs and he wishes you were around to lick it up. Maybe after he would tug on your hair and have you thank him.

Megumi noticed a lot of things. He couldn't help but notice certain the frequent absences from your usual routine. With each passing day, Megumi's curiosity grew, and he started to pay closer attention to your whereabouts. That’s when he saw it, a dark blue car consistently parked at the entrance of the alleyway leading to your apartment building, the one you would climb in and out of on the days you were gone, the days you were away from him. Of course he took a note of the car, writing down the make and the model and the license plate, just in case.

Something else Megumi started noticing was your moans. You got braver and louder each time, and soon he noticed the way you would gasp and whimper and the little noise you made before you came. Megumi soon started feeling something he hadn’t felt in a while, jealousy. You had a boyfriend or a fuck-buddy, and whoever they are was able to make you cum. That part irritated him, he wanted to be the only one that could make you cum and shake on his cock or his tongue. The semantics of your relationship didn’t matter to him, but you were with someone who wasn’t him. So he waited for you to return, leaning against the railing of his small porch. He knew your schedule now, and you should be home any second. 

As the car pulls up, its headlights shine directly onto him, causing Megumi to avert his eyes. He watches as you step out of the car, bidding the driver, whom he can see now is a guy, farewell before making your way toward your door. The gravel crunched as the car reversed and smoothly drove away, leaving you and him standing alone in the tranquil evening. With a nimble hop, he crossed the railing and approached you, a faint smile playing across his lips. The world seemed to pause for a moment, as if time itself stood still, as you locked eyes with each other.

“Hey.” He says, climbing up onto your porch, swinging his legs over the barrier, and landing on his feet.

You don’t look up as you search for your keys. “You could’ve used the stairs.”

He grins. “Maybe I wanted to impress you.” The comment makes your cheeks warm, but you don’t reply as you continue to search through your seemingly endless tote bag. He sighs, “Listen, I have a question.”

You look up at him, and gods he is so pretty. You feel your blush deepen, trying not to gawk at the way his shoulders and arms look in that fucking black compression shirt. “Ask away.”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “So, you got a boyfriend?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “No. Why?” You finally find your keys, pulling them out as they jingle loudly from all of your keychains.

Megumi scoffs, keeping his arms crossed. “Come on. I’m not an idiot. I hear you moaning through the wall, you know.”

Your stomach lurches, your throat constricting. “Tha-that doesn’t mean anything.”

Megumi laughs, letting his arms drop to his side. “What about that guy that drives you everywhere?”

You put your key into the lock, swallowing hard. “He’s just my friend. I’ve been staying at his place recently-”

Megumi suddenly reaches out and grabs your hand, pulling the key out. “Don’t walk away. We’re having a conversation.” You gulp, holding onto your keys. He was right, that was kind of rude. “Continue.”

You take a shaky breath, unable to look him in the eyes, your gaze flicking around from the ground to the sunset behind him. “He’s just my friend. Nothing more.”

“Why aren’t you looking at me?” Megumi asks, trying to get in your line of sight. “Don’t look over there. Look at me.” You nod, looking at him, muttering an apology. Megumi smirks. “Good girl.”

Your throat dries up. This man is driving you crazy, and you can feel your thighs getting slick under your skirt. You subconsciously squeeze them together. “He-he isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just my friend.”

Megumi nods. “But you sleep together, right?”

“No.”

Megumi hums in response, getting closer to you. You instinctively back up until you hit the other railing. He towers over you, and you’re greeted with the smell of his cologne and shampoo as he smirks down at you. “Then what has you moaning so prettily, hmm? Is there another guy in your life?”

You shake your head. “N-no, I’m doing it, you know…solo.”

Megumi’s shoulders drop in relief. You don’t have anyone else. Does that mean he can have you all to himself? “What do you think about? When you touch yourself?” His voice is deep and smooth, right in your ear, causing your knees to buckle.

You gulp. “Nothing in particular.” He smirks. He doesn’t believe you. He reaches out to brush some hair out of your face but you move away, clutching your keys in your hands. He tries again, reaching for your arm this time, but you move away again.

You feel weird. He’s making an advance, one you aren’t opposed to, but you can’t seem to let your guard down and let him approach you. You sweat, shakily putting your key into the lock. You wanted to turn around, to throw your arms around him and let him take control of you, but you felt the familiar feeling of dread eating at your insides, sliding up your throat like bile. This almost felt too good to be true. You had spent weeks wishing for this exact moment, but now that it’s unraveling in front of you it’s hard to believe it’s happening and isn’t some sick, twisted joke. Had you stretched your self-worth too thin? Were you foolish for thinking Megumi would actually want you?

Megumi says your name so softly you almost didn’t hear it, concern etched on his face and laced in his voice. You ignore him, quickly unlocking your door and sliding inside your apartment, shutting the door in his face.

Megumi stands there, both confused and concerned. Had he come on too strong? Did he waste his one and only chance by scaring you? He reaches out to knock on your door before hesitating. He wanted a second chance, an opportunity to tell you that he didn’t mean it, that he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or scared, but he couldn’t bring himself to press his knuckles onto the wood. He drops his hand and walks away, back to his apartment, feeling like he just ruined everything he could’ve had with you.

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part three is here

★taglist: @whereflowerswenttodie, @rosieandthethorns (reply to this post if you want to be included in the taglist!)

#keikiwrites #f!reader #jjk smut #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi smut #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #✿: megumi!

[c0eu4]

OP81 | Overstimulated ♡☁︎

Summary: She wanted to try role-play but she can't take it anymore. He takes care of her after it.

Warning: oral (f receiving), overstimulation, swearing?, fluff

A/N: enjoy <3

MASTERLIST requests are open

Hands tied to the bed, her whole body trembles with desire. Her eyes are filled with tears as she starts to beg him even more.

''Oscaaar... Pleaaase..'' She whines, her body wriggling under his lick.

''I didn't tell you you can cum.'' He looked up at her from between her thighs, his eyes dark from lust. It might be one hour they were like this. Her hands tied to the bed, him between her legs. But she still didn't cum. He doesn't say that she can come.

''Please please please please!!'' She begged him, almost crying from the intense pleasure.

He doesn't answer and keep rubbing his nose against her clit, fucking her with his tongue. What a lucky girl that her boyfriend has a long tongue. He fuck her, stimulating her sweet spot at the same time. He moves away a little, pushes two fingers inside her and moves back and forth, using his other hand to rub her clit.

''You're so tight..'' He whispered to her ear, kissing her collarbone and leaving a few red marks. He plays with her nipples by nibbing it and sucking her breasts.

It was too much for her. She can't take it anymore. Even if he didn't tell her to do it, she can't help but cum brutality around his fingers. ''Oscar!!'' She moaned loudly as her whole body shook and tensed.

''What a naughty girl..'' He takes away his fingers, places his tongue against her cunt and licks her again. He tasted her sweet nectar, overstimulated her. She keeps moaning, but more in pain than in pleasure.

''Uhhg.. Osc-.. Pastry! Pastry! Pastryyy!'' Tears falling from her eyes, she has to do it. She knows he won't stop until she uses the safeword. It was because of herself if she was here now.

He immediately took a step away from her, undoing the knot that tied her to the bed and massaged her wrist red from the tie.

''Sweetheart you're ok ?'' She refound her Oscar. Her sweet Oscar who takes care of her. Her sweet Oscar who pays attention to everything he does. Her sweet Oscar who always put her pleasure before his own.

He takes her in his arms, lifting her up to make her sit against the headboard. She takes refuge in his arms, crying softly against his shoulder.

''I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..'' She blames herself. She was the one who wanted to try. It was she who suggested that they can try this 'little role-playing game'.

''Don't apologize for using this word.'' He struck her back and her hair tenderly, trying to calm her down.

They stay like this for a few minutes, her calming down.

''You want to take a bath?'' He knows how much she likes to take a bath when she's not ok.

She nodded her head, wiping the last few tears from her face. He placed one hand under her knees and lifted her up like a princess towards the bathroom. He makes her sit in the sink, filling the bathtub with hot water. He had some rose and lavender essential oil.

''You want me to tie your hair up ?'' He looked at her, with his lovely eyes that she loved more than anything. She smiles tenderly at him.

''Yes please.'' He approached her, he took his hair in hand and brushed it then tied it into an ugly bun. He peeked her cheek and lifted her up again, making her sit in the bathtub.

He sits behind her, her between his legs, her back against his chest. He keeps her close to him, gently stoking her waist and arms. He kissed her cheek again.

''I love you my princess.'' He said, kissing her hair. She nuzzles her nose into his neck, kissing his neck.

''I love you more.'' Her voice sounded sleepy. He chuckled softly.

''Don't play this little game with me. I love you even more than my sisters.''

She closed her eyes, taking advantage of this rare moment. Oscar is a busy man. He's always in the four corners of the world, and she can't always follow him everywhere. Plus, he's not someone who shows his feelings a lot. Even though she is aware that when he is alone with her, he is no longer the same. But still, hearing her favorite Australian says that he loves her more than his sisters, it's not nothing. Especially when she knows how much he loves his family, his sisters.

They stay in the bath for around twenty minutes, until the warm water begins lukewarm, then cold.

Again, he helps her to get out of it, pass her some fresh clothes and when she's brushing her teeth, her hair and tied it in braids, he changes the sheets on the bed to be more comfortable.

They then go back to the bed, but for sleep this time. She cuddles him, already hearing his little snores.

What a lovely man he can be.

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri fanfic #f1 drivers #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri fluff #op #op81 smut #op81 fluff #f1 smut #f1 fluff #Oscar #Piastri #fluff #fluff fanfic #smut fanfiction

[vernons-girl]

what about like your in the car with mingyu at midnight, your just friends but a storm hits and the roads are closed so you go at the nearest motel to stay the night but they only have ONE BEDDDD(suggestive but no smut?)

a blessing in disguise | kim mingyu

fluff, suggestive? (making out and heavy petting),w.c:1k6

a/n: i'm living for the only one bed trope omggg!! i hope you like it <3 (also tumblr literally wouldn't let me post this so please give it lots of love hehe)

You and Mingyu were on one of your usual midnight drives, as the both of you often had clashing schedules, random night drives were the only way for you guys to meet up in the middle of your hectic schedules.

You guys were chatting, laughing, singing along to the music coming from the speakers, all in all, everything was doing great.

Until it started raining. Hard.

The rain pelted against the windshield as Mingyu navigated the car through the deserted roads. Midnight had long passed, and the world outside seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber. Inside the car, however, a tense silence hung thick between you two.

"We should probably turn back," you suggested, glancing nervously at the storm brewing outside.

Mingyu shook his head, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "No way, we've only been out for what? Like 30 minutes? Besides, the storm will pass soon." Mingyu tried to convince you.

You nodded, though you felt a little uneasy. You had agreed to this late-night drive under the guise of friendship, but lately, something had shifted between you two, at least that’s what you felt. Mingyu's laughter seemed to linger a little longer, and you found yourself stealing glances at his figure more often than before.

As if on cue, lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that seemed to shake the very ground they drove on. The car swerved slightly, and Mingyu cursed under his breath, his knuckles turning white from gripping the wheel so tightly.

"We should at least find somewhere to wait until the storm calms down" you suggested, voice barely audible over the storm.

Mingyu nodded, his expression grim. "There's a motel up ahead. We can wait out the storm there."

The motel appeared out of the darkness, its neon sign flickering ominously in the rain. Mingyu pulled into the parking lot, the tires skidding slightly on the wet pavement. As rushed inside while he held a jacket over you guys’ head to protect you from getting too drench before seeking refuge from the tempest.

The receptionist eyed the two of you warily as you approached, water dripping from their soaked clothes onto the linoleum floor, the jacket had not been that useful, you thought.

"Um, good evening. We.. We need a room," Mingyu said, his voice urgent, handing out his card without a second thought.

The receptionist nodded, handing him a key without a word after handing him back his card. "Room 12," she said, gesturing towards the stairs.

You followed Mingyu up the creaky staircase. The air between you two crackled with tension as you reached the door to your room. Mingyu hesitated for a moment and looked back at you before unlocking it, the sound echoing in the silence of the hallway.

The room was small and dimly lit, with a single bed dominating the space. Mingyu cursed under his breath, running a hand through his damp hair. "Looks like we'll have to share," he said, avoiding your gaze.

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending the night in such close proximity to Mingyu. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach.

“You should go take a shower. Warm yourself up. We’ll have to put our clothes to dry too.” he said.

“Mh, yeah. Right.” you replied, heading to the small ensuite bathroom before jumping into the shower, the hot water almost burning your freezing skin.

Mingyu had taken off his clothes and hung them on a chair to dry, sitting on the bed, waiting for his turn in the bathroom.

After a few minutes, you finally stepped out of the shower and slipped your underwear back on as it was the only thing dry enough to be considered wearable.

You came out of the bathroom holding the towel tightly against your body, only to be welcomed by a half-naked Mingyu. You gulped.

“Your turn,” you simply said, “there’s another towel on the sink.” you added, feeling your face heat up at the unusual scene happening.

“There’s another chair for your clothes.” Mingyu said before standing up, his shoulder brushing against your arm as he stepped into the bathroom to shower.

After putting your clothes to dry, you slipped under the covers since it was so cold in the room.

You could still hear the rain hitting the window and the wind whistling as you waited for Mingyu to come back.

You closed your eyes, trying not to overthink the situation too much, the click of the bathroom door startled you out of your attempt as you caught a glimpse of Mingyu’s body in the doorway, the light behind him darkening his silhouette that was ever so perfect.

He wasted no time in lying down on the bed, over the covers.

“What are you doing ?” you asked “Aren’t you cold?” you questioned upon seeing him slightly shake.

“Yeah but, you know,” he started “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by being under the covers with you.” he finally admitted.

Gosh why did he have to be such a gentleman? Your heart swelled at his word before you urged him to get under there before he could die of hypothermia.

You two laid on your backs, trying to keep as much as a distance between your bodies.

Nothing could be heard aside from the storm that was still raging outside.

As the minutes ticked by in the dimly lit room, the tension between you and Mingyu seemed to thicken with each passing second. The storm outside showed no signs of abating, and you couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you both. Despite the awkwardness, there was a strange sense of intimacy in the air, as if the storm had brought forth an unspoken understanding between you.

Mingyu shifted slightly beside you, his warmth seeping through the covers and mingling with yours. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, tempting you to inch closer, to seek solace in his embrace. But you hesitated, unsure of where these newfound feelings would lead.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Mingyu spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen."

You turned to look at him, confusion etched into your features. "What do you mean?"

Mingyu sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I mean... I didn't plan for us to end up in this situation. Alone. In a motel room. With only one bed."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, the implications of his confession sinking in. "I know," you murmured, unable to meet his gaze. "But what are we supposed to do now?" you asked rhetorically.

The back of his warm hand lightly brushed against yours as Mingyu hesitated for a moment before reaching out to gently take a hold of it, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I don't know about you, but... I can't ignore how I feel anymore."

Your heart skipped a beat at his declaration, the words you had been too afraid to say out loud hanging heavy in the air between you.

You turned on your side, facing him with your hand remaining in his before he did the same, your gaze now locked despite the darkness of the room.

His other hand reached out from under the covers to cup your face in his palm.

"I've been trying to fight it, but I can't deny how much I care about you," Mingyu confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Being stuck here like this, it's made me realize that I don't want to hide my feelings anymore."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you listened to his words, feeling a rush of emotions flood through you. "Mingyu, I... I feel the same way," you admitted, your voice trembling with vulnerability.

He leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke. "I've been wanting to tell you for so long, but I was afraid of ruining our friendship."

You reached out, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pulled him closer, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. The electricity between you was palpable as you melted into each other, the warmth of his body pressing against yours as you shared a moment of deep intimacy.

He leaned into the kiss, pulling you closer to him by your waist, his touch hot against the expanse of your skin.

As the kiss deepened, all the pent-up emotions and desires came rushing to the surface. Mingyu's lips moved with a hunger that mirrored your own, his hands roaming over your body with a gentle urgency. The world outside seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the intoxicating sensation of being with him.

With each touch, each caress, the barrier between friendship and something more dissolved until there was nothing left but the raw, unbridled passion that simmered between you two. Mingyu's fingers traced patterns along your skin, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

You found yourself tangled in the sheets, your bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace. Mingyu's breath mingled with yours, his heartbeat echoing the rhythm of your own as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming tide of emotion that swept over you both.

The intensity of the moment seemed to drown out the sound of the wind and rain, leaving only the sound of your beating hearts.

After a moment, you finally pulled away from one another, pants coming from the both of you.

Mingyu brushed a few strands of hair before speaking up :

"Maybe this storm was a blessing in disguise," he said softly.

You nodded, your heart racing as Mingyu leaned in closer, closing the distance between you once again. And as the storm raged on outside, you found solace in each other's arms and closure in your relationship, your growing feelings finally laid bare in the darkness of the night.

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[mangocustard16]

HII!! i love your writing sm (seriously helps sm after a long day) and i was just asking if you had the time or were inspired could you do how svt would react if their introvert s/o is like socially exhausted (ive had to go to important social events everyday for two weeks straight and i am absolutely exhausted). (If you cant do svt then maybe coups?) Again thank you so much for the content and if you cant do it its perfectly fine.(Idk whether youre taking requests rn, so if you arent im so super sorry for bothering you)

genre: fluff warnings: skinship,petnames lmk if i missed something w.c: 400 a/n: anon! thank you for liking my rambles<3 i hope you feel much better now<3 sorry i took me this long to reply TT TT

The city lights glittered below as you wearily stepped through the front door of your cozy apartment. Your shoulders slumped, burdened by the weight of a socially taxing week that had left you emotionally drained. The air inside the apartment felt like a refuge where you could finally breathe freely.

Sensing your arrival, your boyfriend Seungcheol looked up from the couch as you locked eyes. There was an unspoken understanding between you as he rose to greet you with a warm hug, his gaze filled with warmth and compassion.

"Rough day?" Cheol asked, his voice a soothing balm.

You just nodded mindlessly, slipping out of your coat, your eyes reflecting a mixture of fatigue and gratitude. "I just need a break from it all, Cheol. A moment to forget about the outside world."

He took your hand, leading you into your living room where soft music played in the background. The atmosphere exuded tranquility, an intended escape from the chaos beyond their walls. He guided you to the bathroom, where a fragrant bath awaited, its steam rising like a promise of relaxation. "How about we take a break from the world together?" he suggested.

The room was dimly lit, flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls. Cheol poured you a glass of your favorite wine with a tender smile. The warm water embraced you, melting away the tension that clung to your body.

As you settled into the tub, Cheol gently massaged your shoulders. His hands worked magic, kneading away the tension that had accumulated throughout the week. The water enveloped you in warmth, creating a cocoon of serenity. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the soothing sensations that enveloped you. The water became a haven, a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still.

"You know, babe," you murmured, your eyes closed, "this is exactly what I needed. Thank you for understanding me so well."

Cheol smiled, running his fingers through your hair. "Anything for you, love. We all need a break sometimes."

After the bath, you retreated to your bedroom, where soft candlelight painted your walls in a warm glow. You lay on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, a symphony of heartbeats merging into one.

While Cheol traced delicate patterns on your palm, his touch ignited a spark that surpassed words. The room was filled with an intimate silence, broken only by the whispers of your shared dreams and the gentle rustling of the sheets.

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[darling-i-read-it]

My Dulcinea

Luis Serra Navarro x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,3k

Warnings: re4 remake spoilers, lil bit of angst, canon level violence/zombies, talk of science being used for evil motives 

Author’s Note: hello my love I hope this is what you had in mind! I really wanted to write for Luis and I’m soooo happy I got to. I would be totally open to doing more with him <3 he’s such a sweetie <3 that being SAID i do not speak spanish, my high school teachers were not the greatest. Apologizes if the parts I attempted to do were laughably bad. I hope you enjoy love! 

Requested: by @astupidlover, Luis and the reader are two former scientists at umbrella, their relationship is a little complicated I mean the reader is a quiet and hardworking person while Luis is talkative and persistent, but he is in love with her, after the reader found out about the biological weapon manufactured by the company she quit and worked as a spy in multiple companies, she kept hearing the news of Luis because she could not leave him, but the thunder of the Raccoon City incident disappeared him, but she kept looking for him...She allied with agent Leon Kennedy between rescuing the president's daughter and finding him in the last refuge she has to look for him or surrender...she found him and they had to fix a troubled past between them(if you have a question I'm open to answering):)

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Your lab coat was stained. You noticed it as you looked at yourself in the mirror with bags under your eyes. You had haphazardly tossed it off when you went to bed the night before. Sometimes your hours were neverending, akin to that of a doctor even though you didn’t have any patients. Well, you didn’t have any living patients that is. All of the ones you passed by you were dead or soon to be undead. 

There was a red stain on the wrist of your left arm. Proof of the night before, of the experiments that continued relentlessly. Umbrella’s Europe facility was vast and you often wondered why you had landed there. You were among people who didn’t know what they were researching any more than you did. 

You folded your sleeve up, hoping to ignore it until you had the brain power to deal with it. You left the bathroom and returned to the sterile work area. You made sure your hair was pulled out of your face as you entered your normal work space. It was a medium sized room, housed by you and your colleague Luis. Your personalities complimented each other, despite the severity of them. You tended to quietly work, your head doing all your talking. Luis, while brilliant, wanted to talk through everything. He would ask your opinion and then the banter would begin, even when you didn’t intend for it to. 

“You’re late,” Luis said in a sing-song voice. He was already sitting at his desk. There was a half-drunk cup of coffee there beside him. More than once he’s mixed that cup up with other substances. Today he had the caffeine in a bright red mug so that he could tell the difference. “Sleep finally catch up to you Dulcinea?” You smiled a bit at the nickname. It was apparently one of the characters from Don Quixote. He had told you the story of it as though he wrote it himself but truth be told, you weren’t always paying attention. 

“My bed was just so comfortable,” you promised. He leaned forward, taking off his protective glasses so you could see his eyes. You stood across the table from him. 

“I would love to second that statement. Do you think I could create my own experiment to verify?” You rolled your eyes, though your smile remained. Working with Luis was like this. You were glad not to be stuck with some of the other people in the building, stoic and all business. You wondered what you would look like beside them, if you would meld into their bland personalities. 

Luis kept you interesting. 

“Maybe someday Luis.” 

“I didn’t hear a no.” You narrowed your eyes at him. He had the lovesick puppy look again, the one you adored so much. You saw it at work frequently when you both avoided actually working. These days, the cause didn’t seem so exciting. It never seemed clear. Who were you making this for? 

“Back down dog,” you teased. He chuckled lowly and leaned back down in his chair. He put his glasses back down, looking back at what he was doing. You opened up some of your files and what you were working on the day before. In an instant the mood shifted. Luis could only bring so much light into a room with so much dread. 

The pictures alone sent a chill down your spine. 

The nagging at the back of your head returned. 

What was this worth? 

“Progress was made yesterday,” you said, dryly. You weren’t sure why you were talking about it. It was a Luis move, to talk yourself through something. But you said it anyway. He raised his head. 

“Good progress or bad progress?” When he met your eyes he knew the answer. He nodded solemnly. There wasn’t much Luis Serra couldn’t make a joke of but this was one of those rare instances he was silent. “We could always run away princesa.” He had been nagging at you about it. He was nearing the end of his rope too. 

You thought about the other people in the other rooms. Did they feel the same?

“Yeah,” you muttered. You looked back down to the pictures. “Do you ever just want to go home?”

“Use your vacation days, no?” You shook your head. 

“Just go back home and stay there.” There was something comforting about a place you could return to that had to accept you. The more you starred at the parasite the more you craved something more familiar. What would it have been like if Luis and you had met in a bar instead, careless and free? 

“Valdelobos has never been that forgiving to me,” he admitted. 

“There was nothing good about it?” There was a short pause as you imagined he remembered the good things. He had told you about the death of his grandfather and how much he enjoyed spending time with him. 

“It was too small,” he said. He shook his head and smiled softly, reminiscing. “I used to hunt with my abuelo. He would tell me stories, the most hermosas historias…” He shook his head. “He died when I was young. He would’ve liked you, he liked beautiful women.” You laughed a bit. “I’ll go back eventually.” 

“Good.” You nodded, thinking of your own home. There was a future out there for both of you that wasn’t stuck within these white walls. “Me too.” 

-

Umbrella’s European Facility was no longer the place you had hoped it would be. You were stuck in the neverending worry of dying for a cause you didn’t understand, let alone believe in. 

When you wiggled your way out you did it silently. You did it by slowly packing your bags, by keeping the boxes random, by moving them without suspicion. The last day you went to work you gave no indication that you would never be coming back. 

You felt bad. 

Luis’s eyes were the same as the day you had met him and you didn’t want to leave him behind. His alluring promises of leaving had gotten to your head and you only hoped they would get to his as well. You left him with nothing except a note in your files, all the things you left with loose ends, a small apology note and the imprint of your lipstick on a napkin. You thought he might appreciate it. Hopefully it would curb his frustration to know that you felt the same way about him that he felt about you. 

You worked quietly after that. In silence as you followed Umbrella’s otherwise inconspicuous work. You told people what you knew without leaving your name behind. You promised that you had never meant for it to get that bad, that you never wanted to use science like that. You never wanted to use your brain like that. 

You thought of Luis often. You thought of him when you heard a particularly funny joke. You thought of him when you saw a charming smile or when someone made a pass at you. There was never going to be another Luis Serra. 

Then Raccoon City happened and everything was put under a magnifying glass. Amongst those who had been subpoenaed publicly, Luis was not one of them. You could only hope he made it out of there alive before everything went down. You grappled with your work being done in such a violent manner. 

-

“You ready?” 

Leon’s voice was low. You were looking at the village home in front of you, wondering who had lived in it. It wasn’t the first time you had been swept up in something you hadn’t meant to. You sought out to save the world with science and now you were standing with a gun in the middle of Spain. 

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” A gun had never been your forte. Your friendship with Leon blossomed as he lived through the Raccoon City incident and you offered insider information on Umbrella. The government sent the both of you through training. You would be physically dealing with your consequences and help Leon make sense of the world around him as you did so. 

He had hardened throughout the years you had known him. This wasn’t your first time you were together on something dangerous and it would likely not be the last. 

“I can’t believe you got roped into this,” he grumbled, leading. He had his hand on his gun, though he hadn’t pulled it out of the holster yet. “This was supposed to be a one man job. Limit as much reaction from the locals as you can.” 

“Guess they just wanted me to keep you in check,” you offered. You found your own voice had lost some of its life as well. How long would you and Leon be doing this? 

Though this time, you weren’t being truthful with him. You had heard him talking about it, briefly, and how he would be going to Spain to find something. You had no idea it was the President’s daughter when you insisted on tagging along. 

Valdelobos.

A place you had only heard of before, one that you had barely been able to find on a map. Luis’s home was a place you had only imagined through his words. You didn’t actually think you would find him here but you would be lying if you said your own agenda had nothing to do with coming here with Leon. 

Your conversation had been scarce leading up to where you currently were. There was so much to talk about but little to actually say about all of it. It just was. Leon opened the door with his flashlight. 

It was black inside. Your eyes adjusted to the large objects within. 

“Where’d the lights go?” he questioned dryly. 

“Power must’ve blown with everyone’s sanity,” you suggested. You pushed past him to see what was inside. There was no obvious movement. Leon moved around behind you. You had grown accustomed to his footsteps, knowing how they sound on different types of ground. You would never mistake Leon for someone coming to kill you.

As you entered another room, lighter from the sunlight, you saw different science equipment on the table. You squinted as you looked over it. Viles and a microscope had been discarded on the table. Beside it was a picture frame that was face down. You picked it up.

A little boy and his grandfather, from the looks of it. You didn’t want to think it was him but that’s where your brain went. The guitar hanging from the fireplace didn’t help your case. What if this had been Luis’s home? What if this had been the places he told you stories about, the place where he was raised? 

“Hey,” he called. You turned back around, shaking your thoughts. You had to focus. Leon had moved a bookshelf out of the way and was kneeling down. There was a hatch just next to the stairs. He undid it, opening it up. With it came a cloud of dust, as well as the smell of decay. He looked up at you. 

“Ladies first,” you joked as you approached. He kept his expression straight as he stood up. 

“I got your six,” he promised. 

“Always!” you said as you jumped down. You landed with a huff. It was dark, even more consumed with the black now that there were no windows. You could hear a soft movement further down the hallway. Could you even call it that? It was more like a long crypt. You raised your flashlight. A body was moving at the other end, though it was completely wrapped up in some kind of bag. 

“See anything?” Leon called. 

“Yeah. Just one person, tied up. Gimme a sec.” 

“Want me to come down?”

“I’m okay.” 

You approached slowly and with caution. You knelt beside the wiggling person and undid the top rope. A face emerged from the bag, tape over his mouth. 

You recognized each other at the same time as he stopped his muffled scream for help and became uncharacteristically quiet. You ripped off the tape. He groaned out of pain but quickly got over it. 

“Dulcinea?” 

“Luis,” you breathed. You were right. You knew he would be here. 

“What are you doing here?” he questioned. Words stumbled out of your mouth. 

“Looking for you,” you said honestly. His eyes clouded over with some adoration mixed with anger. He opened his mouth to speak again but this time his eyes floated behind you. “Joder, not this guy!” You followed his gaze but was quickly taken out of your senses by a larger than life man. He picked you up by the waist and threw you across the room. 

Pain shot across from you like it was individually searching through your veins. You weren’t able to raise your head. Where was Leon? Your worry became overwhelming and you passed out.

-

Your senses took over before your brain had caught up. You were disoriented, desperately trying to search for the last memory you had. Your eyes opened slowly. Your vision was blurry. You were sitting down, against a hard surface. 

It took you about ten seconds to start to panic. Unable to move your hands was the last straw in realizing what had happened. You surveyed the room in front of you, happy to see that the only people there were Leon and Luis. They were both standing, hands above their heads, connected by some sort of chain mechanism. 

Luis was moving his hands down. Leon was still limp on the other side. You were tied to a support beam with rope. Luis turned to look at you, his face tight with concentration. 

You got a good look at him. 

He didn’t look all that different from what you remembered. You had lunch a couple times when you worked together but you usually saw him in his lab coat. Seeing him in jeans and a leather jacket was a nice change of pace. 

Seeing him at all was a breath of fresh air. You were still reeling that he was alive, in front of you, back home. 

“Welcome to mi casa,” he groaned. He turned his head, a sly smile on his face. “Sorry I didn’t clean, I wasn't expecting visitors.” You shook your head. For a moment you forgot you were tied to a beam and tried to move forward to him. He titled his head. There was something solemn about it. 

“How long have you been here?” 

“Is that all you want to ask me?” 

“Are you okay?” you asked instead. 

“Could be better.” He glanced forward, his eyes shifting. His eyes then remained on yours. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered. “I never thought I’d see you again, Dulcinea.” 

“I’ve been looking,” you promised. “This isn’t exactly the easiest place to find on the map.” 

“You need a magnifying glass,” he said, quietly. Leon stood up straight, waking up with a start. He looked up at his hands and pulled them down. 

“Oh, what the fuck?” he muttered. Luis’s arms pulled above his head. 

“Hey, stop it!” Leon looked around and moved his arms so that he was facing Luis. 

“This yanqui got a name?” Luis questioned, turning around. 

“Leon,” you said. Leon turned to look at you as he started to weigh the options he had with the chain. 

“Why didn’t you get attached to this guy?” Leon questioned as he walked around, surveying his options. 

“Leon, this is Luis.” He stopped, only briefly. He looked between the two of you. 

“You two know each other?” he grumbled. 

“One could say that,” Luis said. “So did we pick the wrong spot to vacation, eh?” Leon moved quickly to the side. “Hey, stop it! You move, I move and I’m beat up enough as it is.” Leon looked up at the wheel keeping them together. Luis raised an eyebrow. “I see you’re thinking. Bet you’ve been in spots like this before, eh?” 

Your natural instinct was to roll your eyes but you couldn’t explain the warmth his sly voice gave you. 

“Lemme guess. You’re here looking for someone?” 

“Luis,” you warned.

“Me perhaps? Or maybe some missing senorita?” Leon stopped pulling. “A young girl?” He turned, ears perked up. He pulled down on the chain, pulling Luis towards him. 

“Talk. Now.” 

“See, heard chatter about moving a senorita.”

“Moving her. Where?” Leon questioned. He let Luis go. 

“Who knows? But later, saw some men dragging someone…to the old church.” They moved to even out the chain. They pulled down together with a grunt. Luis fell but Leon kept his balance. “Mierda.” 

“Woah!” you called, moving towards the incoming violent villager. 

Leon pulled Luis forward and they evened out the chain so that it was wrapped around the slashing villain. You watched, helplessly, as they pulled tightly to break the man's neck. The force knocked Luis and the limp man down beside you. Luis sat up, reaching for the key. You put your foot on it, making eye contact with him. 

“You’re not going anyway,” you argued. “I just found you.” Luis pressed his lips together. 

“Try not to be so eager,” he said. 

“Untie me.” 

“Why, when we could have so much fun with you tied?” You rolled your eyes. His sarcasm dissipated. “Oh my Dulcinea,” he whispered. Leon groaned, moving your foot over to grab the key. Luis moved forward, hands still bound, and untied you. 

“Where’s the old church?” Leon questioned. 

“We’re trying to have a heartfelt reunion yanqui,” Luis argued. You clenched your hands to get the blood flowing again. 

“You can be heartfelt as we walk.” 

“Leon,” you said, sternly. You weren’t often hard with him. He was in charge here, you were reserved to the job you were required to do. This was Luis. 

“We’re on a time crunch,” he retorted. You shook your head and Luis helped you up. He eyed the two of you, wondering why you were truly here. The last he had seen you, you were a quiet scientist, doing what you thought was good from behind closed doors. You were never one to grab a gun and march out into the fight. He imagined your friend was that type though. How close of friends were you?

“Can you take us there?” you asked. 

“It would usually cost a pretty penny, but for you princesa, I’ll waive the fee.” You nodded once, glad to have him back. You had emotions to work through but right now you were taking a page out of Leon’s book. Ignore it until you had a minute to breathe. 

-

The abandoned factory was unforgiving and tortuous. You followed Luis as he led, never quietly, trying to find the safest way to the church. He had gotten good with a gun. Maybe he had always been good. You couldn’t decide. 

Eventually you came to a fork in the road. A key was needed to move further on and that key was quite safely guarded behind an army of infected villagers. Luis was ready for another fight, always excited to be part of the action, but Leon insisted on scoping it out on his own while the two of you stayed back to see if there was another way around. 

If there was, you’d go get him. Easy as that. 

You thought he was just getting fed up with Luis but didn’t want to leave him alone. You couldn’t blame him. Luis would leave the second he could, you could feel it. 

You backtracked to the factory itself as Leon trudged forward. 

It smelled of rats and dried blood. Iron hung in the air from the disregarded projects. It had been forgotten long ago, perhaps longer than the village had been infected. 

“I take it Leon wanted us to have a moment to catch up, no?”

“I think Leon got annoyed with us,” you offered instead. You had been waiting for a moment alone this whole time. You wanted to beg for forgiveness but you weren’t sure where to start. The guilt of leaving him behind was strong. 

You came to a stop in the middle of a larger room. Luis almost ran into you. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. Your voice was hard. 

“Lo siento, what are you sorry for?” He took a step back but you were still so close. 

You never thought you would see him again. The desire to touch him was fueled by the delusions you held in your memories. How life could’ve been different if you had met in different circumstances. If you had just met when you were still young and free, without being tied to a traumatic future.

“For leaving you without saying anything. I thought about coming and getting you so many times,” you admitted. As you started you found that your words just continued. They had been wanting to come out since you left him the imprint of your lipstick. “I wanted you to come with me but I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t shake that we were doing something wrong.” You remembered what it was like to be optimistic and young, to pretend that the world was better than it was.  

“Dulcinea-”

“No, please let me finish.” You took a deep breath and straightened your shoulders. “I’ve been looking for you ever since. I was so scared to find you in the rubble of Raccoon City. Leon survived that, as a police officer. I thought helping him and whoever he was receiving orders from, would help you in the end. I just wanted to make it back to you, to make sure you were okay. I’m so sorry.” 

His face had softened. 

There was a deep understanding in his eyes, mixed with something else. Guilt or pain\. You couldn’t put your finger on it. 

“You don’t have to feel sorry for that,” he offered. “Though, you should feel sorry that you only left me with a paper kiss.” You couldn’t help but smile slyly. 

“It’s never too late to fix that one.” He met your eyes, that smug smirk on his face. He was the man you had talked to about your life and your future. How had you two gotten stuck in the middle of doom like this? You could’ve been scientists in a little suburban home, chasing around little ones and the dog in the backyard. 

That was the life Luis Serra deserved. 

He leaned in, kissing you with precision. He had no reserves and didn’t hold back. His head tilted, hand on your cheeks as he held you close to him. The kiss felt like it was a desperate attempt to bring back that life you could’ve had. You threw your arm around his neck and gripped his jacket with the other. 

“I’m sorry I let you go,” he whispered against your lips. An apology that had been hanging on his tongue for years. He should’ve been there with you the entire way. 

“I’m sorry that this has happened to your home,” you countered. He shook his head. 

“I told you Valdelobos was never that forgiving.” He brushed your hair out of your face, just happy to now have permission to touch you. He held your face. He was so handsome, staring at you like you were the world. “You saw my home. Not too shabby, eh?” You smiled. 

“I’m sure it was beautiful once upon a time.”

“What, you don’t like what I’ve done with the place?” 

“I’ve got the key!” 

Leon’s voice carried through the small buildings' rooms. They echoed off the forgotten walls and found their way back to you. 

“So you and Senor Kennedy are amigos yeah? Nada mas?” You rolled your eyes. 

“Nada mas,” you repeated. Hearing you speak Spanish made him want to kiss you silly. You grabbed Luis’s hand and kissed the back of it before heading back. He brushed the back of your hair as you walked before letting you go. 

It took him a few steps to continue on. 

This deal with Ada had to work. 

It had to. 

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[wisteriagoesvroom]

Blind Date x Forgotten First Meeting AU landoscar

Hilarity of slightly mutual friend groups so they assume the other is the other half of the blind date (they aren’t 😂 friends assume they are too different to work) even tho they don’t *know* each other but one of them (A) remembers a very young encounter/friendship that really struck a cord in A and has been on their mind forever but assumes B has completely forgotten or it wasn’t as profound or B doesn’t realize the other component is A (would be funny if B talks about the friendship/encounter around A at some point but has no fucking clue the person B is talking about is right fucking there 😭😭😭)

As I was writing this it definitely felt like lando would be more B and oscar more A but I trust this in your hands wiz 🧡

Feel free to ignore blind date aspect if it flows better another way ✌🏻

Idea for very young encounter totally not ripped off from an episode of Bluey: they meet at a campsite locale to one of them as little kids and spend the entire week just getting along like a house on fire but eventually the week ends and the other has to go back to his country and they are too young to keep in contact. Bluey episode totally not for reference cause it’s really really cute 8 minutes 😭😭😭 https://www.bluey.tv/watch/season-1/camping/

-brooke <3

brooke/ @scuderiabs my friend i literally sat on this for so long cus i genuinely wasn’t sure what else i could add to your gourmet ask right here.

but! on the night of the blue suit oscar debut, it’s perfect because either of these would work beautifully… especially if oscar or lando met again at a friend’s wedding (alex albon’s is always gonna be my default setting for romcom-at-the-wedding AUs).

and obviously we gotta have some supporting visuals so here you go:

and ahoy… maybe a glimpse into this world.

snippet below:

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“I didn’t think it was you.”

“Why?!”

“You look… the same. But different.” Oscar says, tapping the rim of his glass.

The evening light’s dipping into darkness, sky going blue and sooty. Yellow candlelight casts soft circles on Lando’s face. The years have been kind to him. He’s handsome, in a way that endears easily, draws people close to him in a way that works well for Alex’s large contingent of groomsmen.

“How different?”

“Older.”

“Well you look exactly the same as you did when I kicked your arse at tennis. Remember the instructor?”

“Yeah. Thomas was never subtle about the cigarette breaks behind the shed.”

“Pretty funny when your serve hit that citroën though.” Lando shakes his fists in the air dramatically.

“Arrêté!” Lando adds, in a poor imitation of Thomas, the very harried summer school tennis instructor.

Oscar snorts with undignified laughter. One of Alex’s stern Thai aunts looks at him disapprovingly.

“Sorry.” Oscar mumbles. This is far too much emotion for a communal setting. A flush creeps up his neck, and he wonders if he’s getting a food allergy. Maybe it’d be easier if he disappeared to the bathroom to play tetris on his phone and stay inconspicuous like he’d planned after all. Or maybe he could walk into a wall and take refuge in an ambulance.

“I think I saw a tennis court out there earlier.” Lando says, sipping his gin and tonic. There’s a sprig of boysenberry in Lando’s that somehow perfectly matches the cheery boutonnière on his brown suit. Oscar’s not sure how Lando got the bartender to do that up as a special, because it was presumably off menu from the carefully curated wedding drinks. (Probably Lando’s bizzare Prince-Charming-via-Clapham-Common act, and god knows the charm offensive has been working on him too. Nonetheless, it’s really the least of Oscar’s priorities at the moment.)

Because Oscar is looking at Lando’s face. At the quizzical slant of the other man’s brow. He’s watching as Lando leans in curiously, knee just microscopically close enough that they could touch. Though Lando stops just short of doing so, as if sensing that Oscar needs to come in willingly.

Oscar knows Lando has been flirting with him all night. Saying look at you in that amused voice, finding excuses to clink their glasses together far beyond the wedding toasts were over, with flimsy excuses to do so (“god save the queen!” “she’s long gone, mate.” “then god save us all!”).

They’ve also been reminiscing about that one summer camp from over a decade ago. From when they’d lost touch, and all the things that have happened in their lives since. Life in Australia, life in England. Finishing Engineering school. One dropping out of college to pursue music. Births and deaths and having to pay taxes now.

And of all the millions of possible places, of the skipped stops and lost connections in the world; of all the phone numbers and emails and social pages they’ve near-missed, they’ve met again, right here.

Oscar remembers summer sun. Shouting across the net, knocking elbows. Chocolate and marshmallows stuffed into a baguette, sticky on his hands. Dogeared detective novels passed back and forth. A blur of curly hair streaking past him, both of them jumping headfirst into a lake, surfacing to take in huge lungfuls of air.

“You fancy a rematch?” Oscar asks, sipping the last of his drink. He’s not sure if he’s talking only about tennis.

But he doesn’t break eye contact, and hopes Lando understands what he’s really asking.

Lando’s gaze stays steady at him.

A corner of Lando’s mouth tips up into a smile.

(Cicadas hum outside. It’s summer, again.)

“I thought you’d never ask.”

#landoscar #mclaren #twinklaren #op81 #ln4 #814 #814m #f1 rpf #prompt fill #drabbled this thinking it’d only be snatches of dialogue but it appears I have many thoughts about the two of them re-meeting at a wedding #thanks Brooke for the prompt <333 #if typos exist I ask that you simply ignore them as it’s been a v e r y long day

[tigerrsmn]

"I don't want to hear in another 25, that we have another Matthew Shepard, that we have another Nex Benedict. We need to protect our kids now."

Amelia Marquez (she/they), Thomas Edison High teacher, speaking at the Twin Cities vigil for Nex Benedict, organized by Thomas Edison High Gender and Sexuality Alliance. (transcript below)

[My name is Miss Amelia Marquez, as I am commonly getting told I am now. Um, my pronouns are she and they and I apologize, I lost my voice last night, uh, screaming at somebody that said that educators are only worth a 3% wage increase.

(Crowd) You sound great.

(Crowd 2) Yeah, you sound great.

I see you. Um, as a teacher--as a trans and two spirit teacher--I want to offer all of my sympathies to my little cousin, Nex. Things like this should not be happening. But I can tell you, as somebody that grew up and is a trans refuge here in your lovely state from the state of Montana, that it continues to happen. I have students that I had to leave back in Montana that continued to beg, that I can help them, that their home was not safe for them, that they needed protection. But I needed to take care of myself. I needed to put my air mask on before I protected other people, and I promised them I would not stop fighting for them a single day of my life. My students are precious to me. Absolutely precious. They also get me to do wild things like this. I plea with each and every one of you, especially my cisgender friends and relatives, and in our lovely crowd tonight.

Please don't stop talking. Get out there. These kids should not be afraid to go to the bathroom in our public schools here in Minneapolis, in Saint Paul. It is necessary that our school districts start to look at the funding that was passed this legislative session, thanks to that fucking phenomenal queer caucus--sorry kids--and that we start to actually make change happen. Real change doesn't happen from the top down. Real change happens from the bottom up. And we need, we need for our school districts here in the city as a trans refuge area, to start to act, to start to make these schools safer, to make it so that those little babies back in Montana have a place when they get over here. Because I can tell you, many of them in conservative America are planning to come out here. Please make it a safe place for them. Make it so we do not have future situations. I don't want to hear in another 25, that we have another Matthew Shepard, that we have another Nex Benedict. We need to protect our kids now. Thank you.]

#nex benedict #protect intersex lives #protect trans youth #protect trans lives #protect trans kids #native lives matter #community #anti trans violence #trans community #trans rights #transgender #nonbinary #vigil #mmir #minneapolis #twin cities #minnesota #enby #gnc #gsa #two spirit #intersex #genderqueer

[thefrontofmymind]

Might As Well 3; He Don't Give A Fuck

matty healy x videographer!reader

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As much as you grew to love Llandough, you did miss home–the grey skies and usual scent of home. You felt at ease when your stepdad picked you and Chris up at the train station and you could settle back in your bedroom, only your bedroom; you’d learnt a lot about your brother from sharing a room, some things you’d wished you didn’t.

You felt so changed by those three short weeks, you’d learned about you dad and the kind of man he actually was–an apologetic, loving man who just missed his kids–and you found a new part of yourself with Dylan.

You spent every remaining day with him after your kiss, The Kiss. He’d begun to come to your father’s front door each morning so you could walk together to the park. He met your father and brother, gave them both firm handshakes and introduced himself confidently. He was being a perfect gentleman, it felt like you were living in a dream.

It was a bittersweet goodbye on the train platform, which Chris rolled his eyes at as he anxiously hoped it wouldn’t take so long that you’d miss your train–it was a possibility. And you busied yourself on the train in an endless chain of texts between you and him.

You’d never felt like this before. With every message you grew more and more giddy, you never got tired of speaking to him, never starved of a conversation topic.

Once you were back home and settled, your mum noticed a change in your demeanour, and you were more than happy to tell her why.

“She’s got a boyfriend,” Chris interjected before you could answer her queries.

“Chris! You’re such a twat!” You yelled, chasing him around the kitchen table where you were catching up over some tea.

“Don’t call your brother that,” your stepdad scolded, not even looking up from the book he was reading.

You simply huffed and sat back down in your seat, trying to ignore the giggling from your younger brother, Luke, that was only spurred on by Chris.

“So…” You mum began. “What’s his name? What’s he like?”

“His name is Dylan, he’s really nice, he’s just finished Year 12, he’s doing biology, he’s just really nice,” You answered, sure you were growing red in the face. Not that you could do anything to stop it.

As you laid in bed, waiting for the lull of sleep to fall on you, you thought about him. How this all marked a turning point in your life, you finally had a chance to change–not like the hiccup you had with the band, this was real. You could feel it.

Your summer was uneventful, your time full of Skype calls with the boy you were becoming more smitten with by the day. You liked the new routine you were falling into, and you had to admit you did miss the refuge of your bedroom just a bit while you were gone.

You got back into the groove of editing little things just for fun–and to keep your skills sharp while you were on break from school–and rarely came out of your room. Only necessary trips like to the bathroom and to the kitchen for another cup of tea could get you out of there.

Only on one of your tea trips on an otherwise dull Tuesday afternoon, did you get a surprise, you supposed. Matty. Standing in your kitchen, leant against the countertop and waiting for the kettle to boil. He was tapping his foot with impatience until you locked eyes and he froze, like you. 

After a second of pure shock, you remembered how to move again. You cleared your throat in awkwardness and continued on your quest, preparing another mug next to his and standing at the opposite side of the kitchen while you waited for the kettle.

“I was hanging out with Chris,” he said after some silence.

“I figured.”

Silence again.

“Sorry I didn’t text you back. Didn’t want to bother you…”

“It’s fine,” you answered. “I was busy, didn’t notice.”

“Chris told me all about your dad. He seems nice.” Okay, this conversation was continuing, you thought.

“He is, we had a good time.”

The kettle clicked, it’d finished boiling. Matty turned and poured water into both mugs. You grabbed the milk out of the fridge and splashed a bit into the cups. You both stirred.

“And he told me about Daniel,” he said while squeezing the tea bag against his spoon and tossing it into the bin under the countertop.

“It’s Dylan.” And you walked away without another word.

You couldn’t lie to yourself. Somehow, no matter how much you willed yourself against it, Matty kept invading your mind. You wondered what he was up to, what he’d been up to while you were gone. As much as you hated to admit it, you’d gotten dreadfully lonely again without another physical presence in your life. You tried to ask Chris, in a roundabout way so he’d have no reason to think of you as the clingy younger sister, but he’d not gone into much detail and you didn’t press further. 

You missed him. And all of the band. You’d never quite been that inspired with a project before, and you liked to think that was it–you were itching for a new creative endeavour. You sat on the thought for a while, weighed up your options. You eventually caved that Saturday morning. And you texted Ross.

hey buddy wats up?

You immediately cringed at the idea that he’d see your text and laugh at how desperate you were. Your mind kept going in circles over and over again until it was quickly alleviated by your phone chiming a couple minutes later.

matee! not much going 2 a gig 2nite

wanna tag along if ur not busy??

You smiled at the messages, it was a kind gesture from Ross, and you appreciated it. You typed back a response.

sounds cool! could u pick me up?

An immediate reply.

does 7 work?

Seven could work, you had about ten hours to prepare–that should be enough time.

yep! see u then!! :)

You had anxiety swirling a storm in your skull that evening as it grew closer to 7 o’clock and Ross had ceased contact. You sat on your bed with tears brimming as you watched the clock turn to fifteen past 7 and Ross had yet to arrive. You should’ve known better, but part of your heart broke at the idea that a boy who’d been so nice to you in the past would just abandon you for…a joke? Some kind of vendetta? Was it Matty’s doing?

You spiralled further and further until there was a knock on your bedroom door. You tried to quickly wipe the tears away from your eyes to make yourself presentable as your Mum poked her head into your room.

“Your friend, Ross, is here. He’s in the lounge,” she said and disappeared as quickly as she’d arrived.

You grabbed your bag and made your way to the living room as quick as you could without seeming too eager. You were surprised Ross had come to your front door, knocked, come in, and introduced himself. You’d never had someone make an effort to make themselves look polite and kind to your family because you’d never had someone who’d face consequences if they didn’t–if some random girl you’d been paired with for a school project was friendly with you for the duration of the time she was being graded for it, only to totally ignore you even the next class. You knew you were probably being silly, but there was a glimmer of hope that you’d maybe found a friend. Though, apparently, not if your thirteen year old brother had anything to do with it.

“So when you’re all famous can I tell girls you’re my mates?” He was sitting on the sofa while some movie special was playing on the TV. Ross was standing in the doorway of the loungel. 

You let him awkwardly stutter out a confused “sure” before interrupting. “Ready?”

Ross turned his head to look at you standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looked you up and down before smiling. “Sure.”

You yelled out a ‘bye’ to the rest of the house.

“Don’t get home too late!” Your mum called out from her spot in the kitchen.

“We won’t!”

With a closed front door, you and Ross were on your way to “some shitty pub”, as he explained it. 

“It’ll probably only be like three drunk middle-aged guys-”

“-and me,” you interjected.

“And you, but you’re with the band so you don’t actually count.”

You didn’t quite think about it before, you were a groupie. You began yet another round of mental spiralling–you were so young, and you were at this band’s beck and call like some kind of naive puppy.

“You alright?” Ross asked, pulling you back to reality. “You…disappeared for a second.”

“Yeah, just…” You sighed. “Do you get nervous before you perform?”

“A bit…but not really anymore,” he answered.

“Because I’m nervous for you…” It came out quieter than you intended–there was more to the admission that even you knew.

“It’ll be ok,” he reassured you with a smile. 

You tried to remember to breathe, but with the two front windows down to let some wind through to cool you both down from the warm summer night, you felt stifled. The more you focused on the fact that you were having trouble, your heaving intensified. Soon tears began to build in your eyes, and you begged any omniscient power in the universe that Ross wouldn’t notice–though of course he did.

“What’s up?” He said with an extreme level of concern.

You managed to get out a mostly coherent sentence between wheezing breaths. “Can…we…just…put…the windows…up?”

Ross quickly pulled onto the curb of the empty road, rolling up his window and leaning over you to do the same to the passenger side. He watched as you tried to regulate your breathing in a sort of brace position.

You weren’t sure how long you were sitting there, time began to slow around you when you just couldn’t stop the sobs that would escape every time you tried to take a breath. 

Several minutes later you began to calm down–your breathing even itself out and the tears were drying up.

“I’m sorry,” you said after sitting back up and seeing Ross staring at you with a look of what you could only describe as terror. “I don’t…I don’t know why that happened.”

“Has that…” Ross started. “Has that happened before to you?”

“Not as bad, but yeah, when I get nervous…”

“It was just because you’re nervous for us to perform?”

You sighed. “I lied.”

Ross looked confused.

“I’m so…worried about what you all think about me. I think you’re all really cool and I don’t want to disappoint you all.”

“Why would you disappoint us?”

“Not so much disappointing you, I guess, disappointing myself. I’m worried I’ll invest too much and I’ll think you’re all actually friends with me, when you’re not.”

He chuckled, it sent a shock of panic into your spine, you worried you’d be right back where you were just mere minutes before.

“Well I have a-uh-secret to tell you…”

It was now your turn to look at him confused.

“This whole summer, with you being away, you were missed.”

“Really?” You asked with a smile.

“Yeah! Matty showed pretty much…everyone your video…We all love it.”

“Thanks,” you said.

“I’m just telling you the truth,” he answered. “Now, the guys’ll kill me if we’re late for the gig.”

As Ross drove the both of you to the pub, you began to calm down. Soon, you’d turned on the radio and were singing along to whatever dad rock the station had chosen. And you felt normal, at least for a little while.

You pulled into the carpark. You saw parked closer to the edge of the car park, the white van you’d missed–for some reason it tugged on your heartstrings when you saw it. As you walked to the front doors of the pub, you instinctively pulled your jacket closed across your body, it made you realise just how close summer was to ending; a scary thought, you didn’t want this part of your life to end, and you’d be going back into the unknown of the next school year–your last school year.

It was pretty sparse inside, just a few men nursing pints at the bar–Ross was correct–and a small group sitting in the corner. Your group.

Adam was the first to see you two, and stood up to greet you, “finally! We were worried you’d gone off somewhere never to return…”

“Had to stop for petrol,” Ross lied.

In an ever-so brief lull, you looked to the rest of the group who were sitting and watching the exchange. George, Matty, some girl with a hand on Matty’s leg. You didn’t catch it, but Matty watched your quick stare at her. He put an arm around her.

“This is Missy,” he said. There was something almost antagonising about his tone, provoking you. You introduced yourself with a smile, you wouldn’t play that game.

You were happy. You were dating a guy that was nice that you liked, and he liked you just as much, it didn’t matter that he was 150 miles away.

Soon enough, the foursome stepped onto the tiny stage with minimal lighting, leaving you with Missy and their half-finished pints–that you polished off during their set, but if they’d ask you, you’d vehemently deny it.

They played a couple covers, as well as some originals–some of which you’d listened to on their MySpace. You clapped and cheered after every song, Missy did the same.

“Aren’t our boyfriends cool?” She asked, excitedly  after the end of one song and the beginning chords of another. You paused for a second confused. She saw your furrowed brows. “...You and Ross?”

“Oh no!” You said, shocked. “We don’t-we’re not…I have a boyfriend in Wales.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she laughed. “Just with you and him coming together…”

“It’s fine,” you said, turning your head and putting your attention back onto the band. 

Though your mind was ticking, worrying. You felt guilty. You wondered how Dylan would react to all this. You never really told him much about your “friends”–the few that you had–and you sure wouldn’t tell him about the fact that they were all older musicians. It wasn’t like you were judging them, you just wanted things to work out with Dylan so much. The idea that one of his friends could be mistaken for his girlfriend would drive you up the wall–even hypothetically.

It weighed on you right until their last song, ‘Robbers’. You smiled on hearing the opening riff, in a way it was kind of your song, in your mind, at least. You sang along to every word, even standing up from your seat.

Your throat began to get hoarse as you cheered at the end of their set, and they left the stage and walked back to your table. You noticed as they all looked confused at the tabletop full of empty pint glasses, but nothing was said about it.

Missy immediately went to telling the guys how well they performed, how much she liked the songs, and giving Matty a vulgar kiss–that you averted your eyes from.

“I need a smoke,” you announced to the group. 

As you began to walk out, you heard a voice pipe up, “I’ll come too.” 

Matty slightly jogged to catch up to you. You were trying to avoid him, why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

It was even colder than before outside, you hugged your sides to try to hold on to any warmth you had left in your body. You leant against the wall just outside the front door, taking your cigarette packet out of your bag. Matty let out a frustrated huff as he patted down his jeans’ pockets.

“Could I bum one off you? Missy has my pack,” he asked. “I’ll owe you one next time.”

You relented, lightly tossing him the pack–which he caught with ease from a few feet away. He grabbed one, putting it between his lips and tossing the pack to you.

“Lighter?” You did the routine again–now with the black Bic lighter. It slipped through Matty’s fingers as he tried to grab it. “Ah shit.”

“Useless…” You muttered, hoping he’d take it as the joke it was. You stepped forward and leaned over to grab the lighter off the tar paving of the car park, flicking it lit and lighting his cigarette for him. You took a couple steps back, putting the lighter back in your bag and taking a drag.

You didn’t know what Matty expected from this all. You, for certain, didn’t have any reservations. Matty had made it perfectly clear he didn’t want to contact you, as evident from the radio silence; no texts, no calls, nothing.

“So you liked our set?” He asked after a couple moments.

“Yeah! Yeah, you guys were good,” you answered. “Robbers was…really good.”

“Hoped you’d like it,” he smiled. “Your baby, afterall…”

Silence.

“Missy’s nice,” you said.

“She is, hey?” He asked.

“Mmm,” you agreed. “How long have you two…”

Matty thought for a moment. “A couple weeks? Not long after you got back.”

Silence.

“Hows…um…” He started.

“Dylan.”

“How’s Dylan?”

“He’s good…we’re trying to plan a weekend for him to come up here, meet my mum and my stepdad and Luke…”

“And us guys?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t really like the idea of Dylan meeting the band. You were sure Matty had some kind of angle, as much as you tried not to antagonise him, you couldn’t think of another reason.

“If you want.”

Ross dropped you off at home just before midnight. As you crept to your room, you passed Chris’ on the landing–you could see light from under his door. You knocked quietly, and Chris opened it with a creak.

“How was it?” He asked, gently.

“Good, they were good,” you answered.

“Cool…”

You began to walk down the hall, but you stopped yourself. You had a question swimming in your mind. “Did you know that Matty has a girlfriend? Missy?”

“Missy Brown? From my year? Came to my eighteenth?”

You nodded.

“Didn’t know…he’s not mentioned it.”

“Ok…”

You went to bed with a new question swirling in that always-active brain of yours. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? 

Months went by with little conflict. One of the guys would drive you to their gigs–sometimes Chris if he could get away from uni work for a night–and you’d sing and dance, and try to ignore Missy’s constant nonsensical ramblings about her cool rockstar boyfriend. You were getting settled in this life. You’d daydream all day at school, waiting for the nights at pubs that wouldn’t care to ID you and you felt like more than just yourself, you were growing a family. Between gigs, and the occasional shed hangout, you thought you’d found a place where you could be yourself.

On one particular weekend in November, when the chill had finally settled into the air for winter and you felt it was time to pack your summer clothes away, you missed a gig. For the first time since your first gig.

Though you had good reason. That Friday evening, you and your mother excitedly drove to Manchester Piccadilly to pick up a certain Welsh boy–who’d somehow grown even cuter since the summer you’d spent together.

You stood on the platform while Donna waited in the car–to keep the heat going for the drive back. It wasn’t overly busy, but it certainly wasn’t empty. The beginning of the weekend ensured you’d have a little trouble finding Dylan.

You searched through the faces of businessmen and uni students who were visiting home for the weekend. And then you saw him. 

His eyes lit up as you ran towards him. It was like something out of a movie and you practically leapt into his arms and he held you there for a few seconds. After a quick, chaste kiss, you took his hand and led him to the carpark.

“Was the journey alright?” You asked.

“Yeah…boring,” he answered. “Didn’t have reception for most of it.”

“Well you’re here now.”

“I am.” He smiled.

You couldn’t be more grateful when Dylan politely introduced himself to your mother, and she slyly winked at you in the passenger seat as he made pleasant smalltalk from the backseat. You were glad when he shook your step dad's hand and gave Luke an enthusiastic high five.

It all felt like how it was supposed to. You had a kind boyfriend who your family liked, and a group of friends who you were growing to enjoy being genuine with–the good and the bad. Now all you could do was introduce those two wonderful components and hope it’ll all go well.

“There’s a party tomorrow night,” you said while you were both watching one of your all-time favourite movies–His Girl Friday–in your room that night. “It’s a bonfire at a lake near here.”

“Will your friends be there?” He asked, craning his neck to look you in the eye from his position with his arm around you and your head laying on his shoulder.

“Yeah. And Chris too,” you answered. “He’s already said he’ll drive us, and he’s happy to leave if you’re not happy with it all.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “Can’t wait to meet this amazing band I keep hearing about.”

“Wow. You look…” Dylan said as you stepped out of your room, finally ready for the party. “I don’t have words…”

You let out a giggle before you could control it. You never had someone compliment you like Dylan did, it made you so giddy.

Chris was standing at the door with Dylan, waiting as patiently, albeit with a lightly tapping foot as you two were wrapped up in being a couple of teenagers in puppy love.

Dylan let you take the front seat on the drive there–about 20 minutes. While Dylan was carefree in the backseat, going through his phone, you were shitting bricks worrying about how the night would go.

Through some trees and off a proper road, a group of at least a dozen cars came into view, then a bonfire next to the water and what you could only describe as a hoard of teenagers.

Chris parked and you all got out, going to the boot. Chris had bought you all a few cartons of beer specifically for the party–a stash of your own that was under lock and key. You each grabbed a couple of bottles, you put a few into the pockets of your–Dylan’s–hoodie, and you set on towards the group.

It didn’t take long to find the guys, and Missy fit under Matty’s arm like always.

“Maaate!” George yelled as he saw you, running to you and engulfing you in a hug. After the initial blow of him knocking your breath out of you, you hugged him back, and told him that it was good to see him.

“Everyone!” You started. “This is Dylan. Dylan, this is George, Adam, Ross, and that’s Missy and Matty.”

“Nice to meet you all,” he said, shyly, receiving a chorus of ‘you too’s.

As you loosened up with the numerous beers you drank, it became a much easier experience in getting to know practically everyone at that bonfire. You flitted between groups, introducing yourself and making some light smalltalk. Somewhere along the way, you left Dylan with Chris, you were hoping they’d get to know each other better.

You stood at the fire with Matty–for once, sans Missy, she didn’t want to get smoke in her hair so she was somewhere back with a group of her friends. You kept your hands in your pockets, otherwise you were sure they’d freeze off.

You were focused on the fire, how the flames swirled through the air, and the smoke billowed out across the top of the crowd. You were mesmerised by it, it wasn’t until Matty nudged your side that you remembered where you were.

He has an unlit cigarette in between his lips, and he was holding the pack out towards you with raised eyebrows. You took one and he lit it for you, then lit his own. The smoke heated you up a little, and you felt more at ease.

“Glad you’re here,” he said after a short while of you two smoking in silence.

“Really?” You were truly in disbelief that someone would even notice your presence at all, not to mention the lack of it.

“Yeah! You’re…You’re great to be around…” He answered. You felt touched. “Hey-uhh…I’ve got a little surprise in the van if you wanted to…get away?”

He gestured, and a wave of panic shot through you.

“I’ve never…” you started in a hush voice. “Smoked weed before.”

“Well you don’t have to if you don’t want.”

“No! I want to I’m just…” You sighed. “Scared.”

“Don’t worry! I’ll be right there with you!” He teased, grabbing you in a headlock and ruffling the top of your head. 

You laughed, threw your cigarettes into the fire and followed him to the familiar white van. You sat in the back as he leaned forward to the glovebox and retrieved a small mint tin. He sat back down and lit the blunt between his lips.

“So it’s just like a ciggie. You breathe in, wait a bit, and then breathe out.” He took a toke and then handed it to you to do the same. “It shouldn’t take long to kick in.”

You breathed in the smoke. He was right, it was pretty close to a normal cigarette, just a little…sweeter? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, all you knew is that you finally figured out what the smell coming from Chris’ room was.

You spent a while just passing the blunt back and forth, and talking about anything, everything. Eventually the question eating away at your mind came to the surface.

“So what do you think of Dylan? Now that you’ve met him,” you asked.

“He’s…alright.” His tone was just a little off.

“What? What’s wrong with him?”

Matty sighed. “I’m just worried for you, is all.”

You gave him a confused look.

“I just think that him living so far away isn’t doing you any favours. I mean, you’ve been together for what? Five months? And this is only the second time you’ve actually seen him?”

“Look, just because we don’t have our tongues down each others’ throats every second like you and Missy doesn’t mean we don’t like each other.” You tried to keep your voice calm and even, you didn’t want to get carried away.

“I haven’t seen you kiss him once at this party! Once! From where I’m looking, it looks like you two don’t even want to be next to each other! If this is what you’re like in public, I can’t imagine what you’re like in the sack!”

You stayed quiet, thinking. You didn’t really have much experience in that area.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t fucked him!” Matty said–a little too loud.

“What does it matter to you?”

“I’m just concerned!” He laughed. “If he’s not up here for a fuck, I wonder where he’s getting it!”

“Like you can talk,” you scoffed. “I think I saw Missy necking on with…three different guys tonight?”

“Me and Missy…that’s totally different.”

“How?!”

“It just is!”

“I don’t need to hear this,” you said, climbing out of the side of the van. You walked along the side of the lake, trying to find anyone else.

“I think you do! I think you’re too afraid to admit that you’re not getting it right the first time and I don’t want you to get hurt in the fallout of it!” 

You noticed some people not far from you two had turned and were now watching the commotion. Though you didn’t really care all that much.

“Well it’s not your responsibility to take care of me!” You yelled back at him.

“Listen to me.” He stopped and grabbed your shoulders. “I want to take care of you.”

Your anger boiled out at his entitlement, and you knew you probably shouldn't have done what you did, but before you knew it, it was too late to dwell.

You pushed his chest back, and he slipped on a rock, falling right into the freezing waters of the lake behind him.

You heard him yell something at you as you walked away, but you couldn’t hear over the sounds of gasps and ‘oh my god’s from the watching audience.

“What the fuck?” Chris asked you as you walked up to him, surrounded by the rest of the dickwad’s band, and Dylan. You took his hand, cold and clammy.

“Please just take me home.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction

[aces-and-angels]

Hii, congrats on the milestone!! If you don't mind, I want to request an Abel x F!MC fic with No.14 prompt hehee. The MC's name is Julia and is using she/her pronouns. Thank you so much!!!💖

give it up for take 3 of the impromptu shower series 🧼🧼🧼 ty anon for your patience- please enjoy your blurb!

14. Showering together, Abel x Julia (F!MC)

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A pitch-black screen- only the sound of leaves crunching under the weight of each slow, agonizing step can be heard. There's a flash to the right. Some sort of figure, too quick to see more than a silhouette.

"I don't like this," Abel whispers, breaking the silence between them.

Julia snaps her head up. "Shh, this is the best part!"

"But-"

"Shh!"

Abel reluctantly shuts his mouth and forces his attention back to the laptop in front of them. You're fine. It's only a movie, he told himself. Yet his heart matched the increasing tempo of the background music. He winced at the loud crash- a tree falling, perhaps. He'd never stick around long enough to find out, but the woman on screen was all too eager to investigate. "Why do they always go towards the noise?"

"It's the staple of the genre, babe," Julia answers while shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

He instinctively catches the few kernels that escape her buttery fingers, chuckling under his breath. "Is missing your mouth another staple of the genre?"

"Only when the movie is good," she retorts. An all too haunting creak of a wooden door pierces through the air. "Oh, you're gonna love this."

"I highly doubt that," he mumbles, tightening his hold on her ever so slightly. The only source of refuge he had was hiding behind her hair during the worst bits of the film. Notes of lavender and rose were a familiar comfort along with the gentle, unconscious caress of her thumb over his scarred hand.

In his head he knows it's not real. The gore, the sinister grins, the blood-curdling screams- all of it merely a convincing performance. That unfortunately didn't stop his stomach from lurching at every jump scare. It was a miracle in itself his heart hadn't given out from the stress.

After two long, harrowing hours, the credits begin to roll. "Oh thank God," Abel breathes, his shoulders sagging with relief.

Julia can't help but giggle. "Oh, it wasn't that bad."

"Not that bad?! Were we watching the same movie?"

"I don't know if I can call what you were doing as watching, but yes. Yes we were."

"I watched it!"

"Barely," she added, shifting from her seat to kiss the pout off his face. "Thank you for indulging me, baby."

Abel's face softens. "It was nothing, really."

"I'd say it was a little more than that," she hums, a smile playing on her lips.

"I'm picking the movie next time."

"Deal."

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It was easy for anyone to see that Abel was on edge- for Julia, especially. Every little noise made him flinch. He kept looking over his shoulder, as if something were following him. A pang of guilt hit her chest knowing it was partially her fault he was like this.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes. Completely fine," he answers all too quickly. The forced smile- the slight fidget of his left hand- it all said otherwise.

"Abel."

"Julia," he says, matching her tone.

"You know you don't have to hide anything from me, right?"

"Of course I do. And I'm not hiding a thing," he reassures her. "Like I said, I'm fine. So fine that I'm gonna go ahead and get ready for bed. Like someone who is totally fine would do."

"Uh-huh." She folded her arms. "You go ahead and do that then."

"Okay, I will," he declares, straightening his posture as he walks towards their bathroom. The door shuts behind him with a soft click. There's some faint rustling- then the muffled sound of the shower running.

She leans in closer, waiting for the familiar clang of metal rings to fill the room. Only it never comes. Her face breaks into a smug grin. She counts down in her head. Five... four... three... two... one...

The bathroom door cracks open. "Baby?"

"Yes," she replies, covering her smirk behind her hand.

"Willyoushowerwithme," he mumbles incoherently.

Her grin only widens. "What was that? I can't hear you."

Abel sighs loudly, defeated. "Will you shower with me? Please?"

She's next to him in three strides, her shirt already off and scattered behind her. "Only because you asked me so nicely." The rest of her clothes soon find their way onto the tiled floor along with his. She confidently steps into the porcelain tub, then holds out her hand. "C'mon, I'll protect you from the big bad monsters," she teases.

He rolls his eyes fondly, taking her hand. "Very funny."

"Thank you, I'll be here all week," she jokes, pulling him in close. Warm water cascaded over them both. Her fingers glide over his skin, lingering on the x-shaped scar on his chest. "See? It's not so bad in here."

"You just had to pick the horror movie, didn't you?"

She quirks an eyebrow at him. "Are you really complaining about how things turned out?"

"Not at all," he says, giving her hips a playful squeeze. "Now pass me my loofah."

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[housewifebuck]

Do you have any tips about welcoming a new cat when you already have one ?

I've lived a long time with three cats. Now two are unfortunately gone (at age 16 and 15 <3). The one I still have with me is 13 now, and while she used to live with other cats, she has never 'welcomed' any new cat since I already had the other two when I adopted her when she was a kitten.

She's a little fearful so as much as I miss having more than one cat, I'm kind of scared that she would not take well suddenly having a new cat (she's been alone with me for a year and a half now), and I don't want her to start having medical issues because of it since she's completely healthy rn (and in the same way I don't want to adopt a cat and then have to send it back to the refuge because my cat can't accept it...).

Sorry for the long ask, I'm just really undecided about this (but let's be real for now I'm going with the no new cat option because my cat's well being is more important than anything I could want).

hiii!!! again this is gonna be a little long probably so ill put it under the cut heheh

I totally understand your hesitation even with a cat that has been around other cats before. adults, especially seniors, don't always take to new blood in the household. that said! I have had a lot of adopters with older cats successfully integrate new cats/kittens into their homes. here are some of my top tips for doing it successfully:

adult cats tend to tolerate kittens under 6 months the best. they are less of a "threat" and adults will typically be less territorial towards them. That said, if you have a senior cat who is not super active, a single kitten may not be a good match because their energy levels will not match. Cats are pack animals, which means most of them do instinctively want companionship, but only if their personalities work together. For this reason, among many others, I always recommend adopting kittens in pairs. this way they can entertain each other while still providing company for the older cat.

a slow introduction is the most important thing any time you are bringing in a new cat. keep the new cat or kitten in a separate room like a bathroom for at least a week. let them smell each other under the door. have their first face to face meeting be through a baby gate or something similar so on the off chance one of them reacts violently, they will not be able to get to each other before you can intervene. generally, if a cat is going to react aggressively to the point of attacking it will happen during the first or second meeting. they won't seem to be okay and then suddenly start fighting later. feed them near each other a few times and closely supervise their first few weeks of interaction.

hissing, growling, fleeing, and even mild swatting when they get too close to each other is all normal behavior when introducing a new cat. very rarely will a cat take to a new animal in their environment without some combination of these behaviors. they are not cause for immediate concern. these are "warning" behaviors that just mean one cat is telling the other to get the fuck up out of their face basically. calmly separate them and try again later. it's super unlikely especially with a borderline geriatric cat that she will react so negatively that you'd need the following information, but just in case....

actual red flags that mean you need to intervene immediately (my favorite method to intervene in a cat fight, as stupid as it sounds, is keep an upside down trash can or laundry basket nearby to put over top of the aggressor):

"mooing" (you will know this sound when you hear it. it's pretty self explanatory.) or yowling. 99% of the time these sounds means a fight is about to break out.

offensive/defensive posturing. examples: standing with their chin tilted down and ears flat, hackles raised, poofy tail. or crouching or lowering their front half to the ground, hissing, backing away. these stances are accompanied and sometimes preceded by a "pinched" facial expression and dilated pupils.

MOST IMPORTANTLY:

the best thing I can possibly recommend to you, and literally anyone reading this, is to look into fostering. not only are all rescues everywhere absolutely desperate for foster homes (we can only rescue as many cats as we have foster placement for), but it's also an excellent way to test the waters when you are thinking of adding a new cat to your home. in the event that your cat says Absolutely Not to adopting another cat, fostering is often a good alternative. your foster cats would need to be kept in a separate room (could literally be a bathroom or walk in closet) away from your resident cat anyway, so it is usually way less stressful for residents. not to mention it is so so rewarding emotionally and you get to play with kittens all the time literally for free and with none of the responsibility that comes with adopting. all you need to do is provide them with a warm loving place to hang out until they find their forever home:)

#I hope this helps sorry I sorta went on a couple tangents #catposting #asks #anonymous #office hours

[elfchensdcartblog]

Special Summer Vacation (6)

For the HeiZuhaWeek on @heizuhaevents Day 6!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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They were on their way back from the mountains and had almost arrived at Kazuha’s home when the storm started. The warning had come in on their cell phone earlier: A typhoon was approaching. Not a good outcome to a trip when one had just been camping. But luckily Heiji was able to keep the machine steady for the last few meters. At the front door, Kazuha jumped off and quickly opened the gate to the driveway so Heiji could park his green Kawasaki. Then they took refuge from the rain and wind inside the house.

They breathed a sigh of relief when they were save. Both were soaking wet and shivering from the cold. „What a bummer…“, Heiji commented, pulling his shirt off his chest a bit because it was already stuck there from moisture. Kazuha quickly got some towels and handed him one of them. At least they could both dry their exposed skin a bit that way. Heiji thoughtfully stepped up to the window and looked out into the storm. „Nah… I’m not going anywhere else for now.“ „I wouldn’t let ya either in this weather!“ commented Kazuha sternly, and Heiji grimaced at her. She returned that with a stuck out tongue. Then she pulled out her cell phone and checked to see if she had any messages from her parents. „Hmm… Shoot, Dad decided to spend the night at the office, and my mom is still stuck at yours.“ „Well, can’t help it. Let’s just make ourselves comfortable here.“ Heiji looked around and ran his hand through his wet hair. Best they took a bath right away and then-. His thought faltered when he looked to Kazuha and she was looking at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. „Huh?“ Quickly, his best friend averted her eyes. „N-nothing! I’ll go get bathwater ready!“ she quickly announced and ran into the bathroom.

Heiji looked after her a little wryly, but then he pulled off his soaking wet shirt, which stuck uncomfortably to his skin, and hung it neatly over the back of a chair to dry. Hearing footsteps in the hallway, he looked toward the door. „Can ya maybe lend me something to wear? From yer father or so?“ „Yes, I will-HEIJI!!!“ she cried out as she stood in the doorway and saw him standing there half-naked in the living room. She slapped her hands in front of her face. „Don’t casually take yer clothes off!!!“ Especially not after he made such ambiguous statements just the day before! Even if they had turned out to be a misunderstanding, they still stirred Kazuha up! Just the thought of hearing such things from him! „Huh?!“ The addressed raised an eyebrow critically. „Ya act as if it’s the first time ya’ve seen me like this. I’m not naked!“ Nevertheless, now he was blushing too, simply because she was making a fuss about it. As if she hadn’t seen him like this often enough. Kazuha made a grim sound and then ran up the stairs to get something from her father to wear. But then she decided otherwise and pulled out the ‘pink oversize hoodie’ joker. Add to that a pair of her dad’s sweatpants and the outfit was perfect. Perfect for punishing him.

„The water’s ready, go to the bathroom already!“ she called down the stairs, picking out another towel. Then she went back down and handed it to him in the bathroom through a gap in the door. „You’re serious?!“ he exclaimed, Kazuha chuckled. „That stupid sweater again?! Did ya stash that one away just for me or what?!“ „Come on, that’s the only one of my sweaters that fits ya! Don’t make such a fuss! No one can see.“ „Stupid cow!“ „Idiot!“ With a hum on her lips, she turned away and went into the living room to get his shirt and throw it in the washing machine. She herself then took off her wet clothes as well and slipped into a jogging suit for now, then threw the wet clothes into the washing machine.

After they were both freshly bathed and warmed up, Kazuha made them each a bowl of instant ramen and they cuddled up on the sofa in front of the TV. Smacking their lips contentedly, they watched a comedy movie - they couldn’t agree on anything else. But there was one thing Kazuha couldn’t let go of. She swallowed some noodles. „Hey, Heiji… do ya actually see me as a woman?“ „Huh?“ He continued to look at the screen and frowned. „Sure, since ya are one.“ „Nah… that’s not what I mean…“ She sighed softly, blushing a bit as she stirred around in her ramen. But she was also too embarrassed to define it further. Especially while her best friend sat next to her in a neon pink sweater, literally glowing. „Haahh… never mind.“

The high school detective glanced at her unnoticed out of the corner of his eye and pulled a few noodles slurping into his mouth while his cheeks turned red.

To be continued...

[Pink sweater based on an old idea of @fuchstastisch (^_~]

Part 7

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[skz-streamer]

A Lost Cause -3/3-

<-Past - Finish

Pairing: Felix (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, slight smut?

Warnings: mentions of suicide, scarred wrist, pain, car crash, PTSD, abusive/toxic boyfriend, substances, abuse, bruising, crying, um... lmk if I missed anything else❤️

Notes: Finishedddd!!!! i am really bad at endings so you gotta use a bit of your imagination at the end;) Thank you for all the love!!!!

Summary: After an abusive relationship you head to the bar for refuge...only to find yourself in another relationship, but is this one "A Lost Cause"?

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Word count ~1.5k ;)

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Present

The aftermath of your kiss with Felix was awkward, in fact really embarrassing, the doctor had walked in on the two of you, making you and him jolt backwards. You and him both realized at the same time what actually just happened, making Felix excuse himself from the room. The doctor, not fazed at all, had simply told you your report and that you would get out the day after tomorrow.

Felix didn’t really come back after that incident, the only thing you received from him were small bouquets of flowers every day. But seeing him now made you a little flustered, and you found yourself staring right at his lips once more. The contact of Felix’s hand touching your arm snapped you out of your trance, “let me help you, ill walk you back to your apartment” he says while putting his coat over you.

“Oh, I live pretty far away from here” you lie. You didn’t want him to see the state of your apartment and think you were untidy. After a moment he thinks and tells you to come to his. He turns your body around to face your apartment complex. He points over to your building and says “I live there, it’s really close”. You point to the same building “There?” you say questioningly. “Yup!” he says. Felix lived in the same complex as you? What a turn of events.

—-

You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you entered Felix's bathroom. The shelves filled with skincare products and neatly organized bottles gave you a glimpse into his meticulous nature. As you closed the door, you let out a soft sigh, trying to calm your racing heart.

You took off your coat, still feeling the warmth from Felix's touch, and carefully hung it on the back of the door. Your mind wandered back to that unexpected kiss, and you couldn't deny that a part of you hoped it wasn't entirely accidental. You shook your head, trying to focus on the present moment.

Unfolding the plain white shirt he gave you, you noticed how soft and comfortable the fabric felt between your fingers. It smelled faintly of his cologne, which sent a delightful shiver down your spine. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you began to change out of your hospital gown.

Meanwhile, Felix had returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, fidgeting with his fingers. He couldn't believe how foolish he had been earlier, kissing you without any warning, and then inviting you back to his apartment. He was scared he had made you uncomfortable, but the sight of you in his shirt made his heart skip a beat. He had always admired your beauty and grace, but now, with the shirt hugging your form, it was like seeing you in a new light.

Minutes passed, and you finally emerged from the bathroom, wearing Felix's shirt and your own pants. Your hair was slightly damp from a quick wash, and you felt refreshed after the hospital stay. Felix's eyes widened a little at the sight of you, and he offered a shy smile, trying to hide the evident blush on his cheeks.

"You look great," he said softly, his voice gentle and sincere.

"Thank you," you replied, feeling your cheeks heat up at his compliment. "Your shirt is really comfortable."

"I'm glad you like it," he replied, gesturing for you to sit beside him on the sofa. "Can I get you anything? Water, maybe?"

"Water sounds perfect," you said, feeling grateful for his hospitality.

Felix returned with two glasses of water, and you both sat together, engaged in light conversation. The initial awkwardness from the hospital incident seemed to have faded away, replaced by a more relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

As you talked, you discovered shared interests and found yourselves laughing at each other's jokes. It felt so easy being with Felix, and you wondered why you hadn't taken the time to get to know him better before. But perhaps this unusual twist of fate was meant to bring you two closer.

The evening turned into night, and you realized the time had flown by. "I should probably head back to my place now," you said reluctantly.

Felix nodded, understanding but not wanting the evening to end either. "I'll walk you to your apartment," he offered.

As you both stepped out of his apartment and headed down the hall, you felt a mixture of gratitude and anticipation. Felix ended up realizing that you literally only lived two doors down from him. Making you and him burst out in laughter at the coincidence.

—-

The laughter eased any lingering tension, and you found yourself feeling more at ease with Felix than ever before. As you reached your apartment door, you turned to him with a smile, "Thanks for the lovely evening and for walking me home. It was really nice getting to know you better, Felix."

"The pleasure was all mine," he replied, returning your smile. "I'm glad we had this chance to spend time together."

You hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Felix, about what happened at the hospital… I hope you know I didn't mind the kiss. It was just… unexpected."

He blushed slightly, looking down for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to be so impulsive. It's just that being around you… it's hard to control my feelings."

You appreciated his honesty and reached out to touch his arm gently. "It's okay, Felix. I understand. It was just a surprise, that's all. But, um, I actually didn't mind it either."

His eyes widened in surprise, and a hopeful smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "You didn't?"

"No," you said softly, feeling a little bolder. "In fact, I kind of liked it."

Felix's smile grew wider, and he took a small step closer to you. "Well, then, maybe I can be a bit more intentional about my actions from now on," he said playfully.

You chuckled, feeling a flutter in your heart. "That might be a good idea."

The two of you stood there for a moment, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions. Finally, Felix spoke up, "Would you like to go out with me sometime, like on a proper date?"

You looked into his earnest eyes and felt a surge of excitement. "I'd love to."

Felix beamed, and you exchanged contact information so you could plan your first date. As you unlocked your apartment door, you turned to him with a smile, "See you soon."

"Definitely," he replied, and with a quick wave, he headed back to his own apartment.

Inside your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness. The events of the day had taken unexpected turns, but you were grateful for them. You changed into your pajamas, settling into your cozy bed. As you laid there, thoughts of Felix filled your mind.

Over the next few days, Felix continued to bring you small bouquets of flowers, and you found yourself eagerly looking forward to his daily surprises. Your text conversations became more frequent, filled with playful banter and meaningful conversations.

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Finally, the day of your post-surgery checkup arrived. As you stepped out of the office doors, Felix was there, waiting with a smile. "Congratulations on getting out of there!" he said, offering you a bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you," you replied, accepting the flowers with a smile of your own. "And thank you for being there for me throughout this whole time."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," he said sincerely. "So, about that date… how about we go out tonight? I know this little Italian place that serves amazing pasta."

You chuckled, charmed by his enthusiasm. "Sounds perfect. I'll see you there."

That evening, you arrived at the restaurant, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. But as soon as you saw Felix's smiling face, all your worries melted away. The date was filled with laughter, heartfelt conversations, and shared dreams for the future.

As the night came to an end, Felix walked you back to your apartment. It felt like time was moving too fast, but you didn't want the evening to end. As you reached your door, you turned to him, feeling a little reluctant to say goodbye.

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Felix," you said sincerely.

"Me too," he replied, taking your hand in his.

Before you could say anything else, Felix leaned in and kissed you softly, this time with intention and tenderness. Your heart skipped a beat, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips are hot, and soft, you find yourself nibbling and gasping, pulling onto each other for more and when you stop, he has his eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled, and he looks like the prettiest mess ever.

As you finally parted, Felix rested his forehead against yours. "I'm really glad I kissed you that day," he whispered.

"Me too," you murmured, feeling the beginning of something beautiful and exciting. Maybe, just maybe Felix wasnt a lost cause. 

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[paris-geller-was-straightwashed]

February Writing Challenge (3/28)

day three!

this one is coming out a little late, and it may or may not be due to me getting too caught up in the final of the great canadian baking show..

Prompt: ‘Dance’

Pairing: Dustin Henderson/El Hopper-Byers (Stranger Things)

Words: 2,097

Rating: G

Notes: a different take on what might’ve happened if nancy hadn’t rescued dustin during the snow ball. honestly, I’ve always had a soft spot for henderhop bc it’s so sweet, and this idea has been in my head ever since s2 but I never found time to write it - until now!

“Okay. Okay. It’s okay. It-it’s fine, it’s..just – inhale – deep breath. There, see? You can bounce back! Who cares about dumb ol’ Stacy you know..popularity’s so overrated anyway! And all those other girls, pssh, who needs em? I’m sure if one of them hadn’t already had a date, you would’ve been picked! Yeah..it’s fine! It’s fine. It’s better then fine..”

As far as pep talks go, Dustin isn’t so sure this one is working. He’s just lucky that no one else was in the boys bathroom with him. Frankly, someone else spying in on him trying to talk himself up and splashing cold water over his eyes to get rid of the red haze, would really be the cherry atop the cake of this whole thing..

He could still hear the dull thrum of the slow-dance music leaking in through the door. It was about to end soon. He sighed, staring down his reflection in the smudged mirror. He came running in here as a refuge after...what happened. He was trying to salvage his ego from where it’d shattered (and not cry in front of everyone either).

It was embarrassing – all his friends had a girl to dance with. Mike with El, Lucas having won over Max, even shy wallflower Will; all of them had scored tonight. And what did he have to show for tonight? Nothing, except a cowards retrieval and a stupid hairdo.

It was one thing, if you’re a nerd who’s got a bunch of equally nerdy friends who all have poor luck with girls. You can feel a bit better about that. But it’s not like that anymore, it seems. Everyone in The Party was getting picked off, leaving him by his own – the toothless freak.

Getting laughed in the face and rejected was one thing – and then losing out on getting the girl too. It wasn’t anything against Lucas; he was one of the best friends you could ask for, and Dustin knew he’d treat Max right. But...was he really that detested?

Doomed to be a lonely freak forever.

Dustin furiously scrubbed his sleeve over his stinging eyes. C’mon now – buck up. That’s what his mom always said when he was small, a gentle encouragement whenever he fell and scrapped his knee or had a nightmare. The night wasn’t over yet, and he guessed he could still have fun with his friends.

I’m definitely not helping my image by hiding away in here.

It was settled then. Dustin stood back up and cleared his throat. Straightened out his suit coat. Made sure his hair was still in place. Did his best to smile and double-check for any wetness under his eyes.

It’s fine.

When he’d finally opened the swinging door, the slow-dance had ended and the couples had dispersed from the floor. Instead, a more upbeat bob played and friend groups of Hawkins High milled about. He spotted his at their table, chatting over snacks. It was just Lucas and Max, with El too.

“Hey.” He cleared his throat as be broached, trying to make sure to hide any cracks in his voice “What happened to Mike and Will?”

“Mike went to go help Will with something.” Lucas answered as Dustin sat himself down between him and El “Where’d you go?”

“Bathroom.”

“What, to go pull the twigs out of your hair?” Lucas cracked a grin. Earlier might’ve been funny, but now Dustin wasn’t really in the mood to hear it.

“Screw you.” He grumbled. He decided to turn away, his eyes finding place on his other neighbour, on El beside him.

She looked very different then she normally did. Her hair was styled back, and she wore a nice dress of a pretty blue. She’d dusted make-up around her eyes with a matching blue – where did she learn to do that? Certainly not when Mike did her make-up – and sitting there as she waited for Mike’s return, quietly observing the busying crowd, she looked almost angelic. Her head eventually turned and she caught his gaze, almost surprising him a bit, like he’d been caught leering or something. But El simply smiled back at him in that gentle way she had. He did the same back.

“You look nice El.” He complimented. Her smile grew.

“Thank you, Dustin. You look nice too..” She spoke gently, her smile soon departing as her brow drew together “But..why do you look sad?...”

Dustin froze up. That’s something he forgot – there was no hiding anything from El. She caught every detail meticulously. As he floundered on an answer, Lucas and Max caught into the conversation, prompting Lucas to ask.

“I thought I saw you try to go ask out Stacy or some insane idea?”

Dustin sighed. So much for wanting to keep this a secret. He chewed on his tongue, all his friends eyes on him which definitely wasn’t helping anything. What was the least...pathetic way, to explain this?

“I think I know what happened..” Max muttered then, eyes narrowing across the dance floor. They all followed her gaze – finding Stacy nestled in with her friends off of the court. They were snickering amungst themselves, with Stacy herself pointing out some other nerdy kid with limbs far too twig-like to be trying the dance he was not-so-elegantly performing. Dustin watched at his table, his friend’s glances become glares once they realized, and even El, who was abit behind on picking up on ques, was furrowing her brow at these heavily make-up’d girls for the cruelty she could easily read in their laughter.

Dustin quickly looked away. Lucas turned to his friend, sympathy written all over.

“Hey, man, don’t worry about it – you’re way too cool for that airhead stuck-up anyway.”

“Pretty sure you have three times the amount of braincells for the half-of-one she has.” Max tacked on. Dustin just shrugged. Maybe they’re right, but, it still would’ve been nice to dance with a pretty popular girl..

“Yeah, whatever..”

El, however, was still glaring out at the dancefloor. This wasn’t sitting well with her. She swung her head back at Dustin.

“She didn’t want to dance with you? Why?”

Dustin let his head fall back in defeat. He knew his friends meant well, but how many times was he going to be forced to relive his embarrassment through constant questioning? Frustrated, he blurted out,

“I dunno – maybe because I’m a toothless freak who’s probably going to die alone before any girl would be willingly seen with me?? That’s probably why all them laughed or walked away!”

“Dustin man, don’t say that –”

“Don’t bullshit me Lucas, you already got a date!”

“Exactly, so you will too!”

“Yeah, and, to be fair Dustin, stalker here clearly, barely made it through a sentence to ask me to dance, so..”

“When did this become about me?”

Dustin simply sighed again. He stared back out at the gymnasium, back to pretty, perfect Stacy, and all the other giggling girls hanging off her shoulder. Trying not to think about how happy Max looked dancing with Lucas. Really, who had he been kidding in the first place?

“I’m just a socially low-bar freak, I guess.” He muttered, the pod of popular kids laughing away amungst themselves “Just gunna have to fess up to reality..”

The other girls, Stacy included, continued to giggle away, unaware of the fragile emotions they’d stomped all over, and Dustin felt as though his only lot in life was to just stare from the side-lines, always second best –

There was a sudden, girlish shriek. Dustin’s eyes went wide when out of nowhere, Stacy’s punch cup she’d been so innocently holding jumped up in the air, sending the bright red cough-medicine like liquid splattering all down her dress. All the clingers-on flew back wide-eyed, looking just as flabbergasted as Stacy was as she cried out at the massive red stain that’d no doubt ruined her dress for the evening,

“It..it just flew out of my hand!!!”

Dustin, as well as Lucas and Max, couldn’t believe the sight, at the total improbability...and then Dustin started grinning. Like a slow reveal, he moved his head just to the right – and found El slyly wiping her hand under her nose. Lucas started smiling too, Max, beside him excitedly whispering did she do that?? in his ear as he nodded back. With Stacy running off in tears, El casually hid away any evidence and simply turned back to her friends – catching Dustin’s gaze again, and letting loose a small smile.

Dustin’s grin grew.

He really did have the coolest friend in the world.

Then, El did something not-so-like her shy nature. She abruptly stood up from the table and her pale hand grabbed his wrist, smiling back in assurance at his confusion.

“They’re mouthbreathers.” She declared “I’ll dance with you.”

Dustin didn’t have a much of a choice, suddenly tugged up from his chair. It wasn’t a slow sway this time; instead, everyone was dancing around in glee to a playful Wham! song playing. El led Dustin to the edge of the pool of kids, skittering to a stop. They stood there for just a second, staring at one another, a little unsure of how to take this forward. Dustin flicked his eyes to the crowd, to their peers just tossing themselves to the beat in abandon, twirling each other around. He started to smile, an idea growing.

This time, he reached in, gently grasping El’s hand. Quick enough to be snappy but not too much to startle the timid girl, he twirled El around in a perfect, playful circle, watching the bottom of her baby blue dress flare out. Just faintly, he could hear her quiet gasp under George Michael’s voice – but, when she made the circle around, he found her giggling.

He made El laugh. The blooming pride had Dustin grinning back; you hardly ever saw anything more then a sad nervousness on her, she just looked so happy in that moment.

Excited, Dustin shouted ‘watch this!’ – still holding onto her hand, he extended out their arms, only to twirl her around again so she’d spin into him, bumping into his shoulder. She started giggling again, her nose scrunching up. Dustin couldn’t help laughing too, the noise contagious.

That was all it took. The two friends starting spinning and jumping around each other – El reaching up on her toes to spin Dustin around this time, careening around so hard they had to not laugh when they bumped into other people, with Dustin only faintly aware of onlookers leering at them in confusion (was that girl actually dancing with Dustin Henderson?). It was way more fun then he would’ve ever had dancing with Stacy or any of those other girls. He knew for sure, he wouldn’t be trying to regain control over his breath through his laughter as El leaned her forehead into his shoulder to stifle her own.

“..Seriously, though, El..” Dustin started as they both calmed back down, finding her soft brown eyes “You don’t..have to do this if you really don’t want to..or you, like, want to go wait for Mike or something..”

“..You’re my friend.” El furrowed, questioning why he would even bring it up “I want to dance together.”

Dustin was so surprised at her earnesty, that he honestly didn’t have a reaction. But when El nervously held up her hand and asked if he could spin her around again, Dustin broke out into another grin.

Looks like he wasn’t picked last after all.

They continued to dance around, making each other laugh. Soon, Lucas and Max came up to join in on the party, laughter spread around at the simple, honest fun shared together, even if they looked a bit ridiculous. Lucas and Max rolled their eyes at Dustin’s attempt at the moonwalk, but El just giggled at the silliness – and that was the most important part to Dustin.

The night did eventually have to come to an end. This time, his mom was coming to pick him up, and he waited patiently for the old car to roll up into the parking lot – the music gone, the lights dimmed, and parents milling around as they took their kids home. When Dustin slid into the front seat, his mom immediately had to ask,

“Did you have fun tonight honey?”

Dustin sat back with a deep breath, and then a smile, thinking about how when Mike offered to walk El back to where Hopper was waiting for her, she gave him a wave goodbye.

Eat your heart out, Stacy. An actual, live supergirl wanted to dance with me.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #dustin henderson #el hopper #eleven stranger things #el's got one of those names that has like 5 different tags which is super fun #henderhop #dustin x el #february writing challenge #fanfic #they're so sweet I love them #I did rewatch the final of s2 so this should be accurate #also that scene of dustin standing by himself on the dance floor after all those mean girls rejected him...like that shit is illegal #how dare they do that to my boy #also also I refuse to just write 'el hopper' she's a byers too dammit #anyway enjoy the only other five people who like this ship #why is it the only good ships to me are the ones literally no one else ships #just here in a boat by myself

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Trigger warning

Some of you know me some of you don’t I’ve been to the refuge like 3 times, and I’m going through one of the hardest things harder then being sex trafficked harder then getting stabbed in the hip in a drug raid, the worst pain is is feeling like I caused pain and “distress” in the only reason I’m still alive and i walked into the bathroom to see her on the floor with her wrist cut open, all because some boy took advantage of me venting to him tey the best way to handle her bi poler, paranoid schizophrenia and borderline personality disorder. She switches on me and is a whole new person. Im no better off mentally with being bi polar 2, CPTSD, schizophrenic, antisocial with psychopathic tendencies. So I have my days too everyone does. I can’t lose her. She’s perfect to and for me in every way and I will do anything for her. So I cut up my arms and one on my neck trying not to take it farther. But I can’t live with out this girl, I’d rather die alone then her leave me. Maybe she can do better then me, and I’m not enough but I’d rather die then not have her