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[cupcakeinat0r]

A Nerdy Middle-aged loser Miguel with a dad bod who teaches your genetics class

In celebration of 1k followers, I give you Pt.5 <3

Enjoy! - Cupcake

Since that day you kissed Miguel on the cheek, the dynamic of y’all’s relationship had totally changed, but not drastically. Miguel was back to acting soft towards you, greeting you upon your somewhat late arrivals, getting you little gifts that reminded him of you, and the subtle exchange of glances in class.

Professor O’Hara was a little handsy during your tutoring sessions before, but now he was even more so, your little peck on his cheek was all the encouragement he needed. For sure, his job was on the line since anyone could’ve walked in and seen the two of you like this, but it was worth the risk. Just as long as you both acted this way in his office, the coast was clear.

The head messages had doubled, footsies was played underneath his desk, and he’d even find any excuse to have his hand on yours while you both worked independently, sitting in peaceful silence with each other. You found it hard to complete the research questions when his thumb kept caressing your knuckles, yet, you never protested. His flirt game was rusty, his advances limited to innocent touching and praise, but nonetheless, it was adorable to you the way he tried.

After that day in his office, tutoring sessions became less about tutoring and more just about being in each other’s company. Instead of spending an hour practicing formulas, you both would mingle while organizing the lecture hall or filing research papers. Anything to help Prof. O’Hara, or rather Miguel, since y’all are officially on a first-name basis.

A new development was when you started staying after to help him grade papers. The two of you would use this time to talk one-on-one more, no one there to interrupt. Miguel was just as handsy during this time, too. As mentioned before, he’d find any excuse to touch you, and in the most innocent ways. For example, if he saw a strand of your hair falling on your face while you were grading a paper, he’d simply tuck it behind your ear for you, or when the necklace he got you was crooked or facing the wrong side, he’d gently fix it for you while you spoke to him about one of your current interests, following along with low hums and ‘mhm’s. It’d make you blush and stutter mid-sentence, inflating his otherwise small ego.

Miguel wasn’t a very vocal person, you knew that, but you can see by his actions that he really really liked you. You continued to show your appreciation by leaving treats on his desk, keeping note that his favorite was black coffee and a quesito from the bakery he showed you on campus. A pastry not too sweet, and goes perfectly with a cup of cafécito.

But you were just too sweet and Miguel completely fell for it. He saw how eager you were to help other people in the class, and seeing how willing you were to stay with him to help him with anything you could. He admired that. It also confused him for so long because how has no one swept you off your feet? You were literally perfect? Certainly, people have tried, there’s no way he would believe that no one has. It’s apparent now that the both of you share feelings that are beyond platonic, it’s just a matter of time before someone makes the next move. Given the circumstances, for now, Miguel is taking things microscopically slow with you. He doesn’t wanna scare you off. The last thing he wants is to ruin his chance with you.

His feelings for you were growing, which slightly terrified him given that you are still, in fact, his student, no matter how grown you were. He couldn’t help it. His dreams about you were turning less lustful and more wholesome. When he sleeps, he would see himself coming home to you, cooking with you, reading books next to each other, or even cleaning with you. Just mundane day-to-day tasks, only they’re with you. Maybe for now, they’ll just stay in his dreams. Maybe.

<3

The lecture had just finished and you sent your new best friend, the transfer, away with a European farewell, kissing both of his cheeks. Without you knowing, Miguel watches on with an unamused smirk, remembering how he mistook your relationship with the transfer as a romantic one.

Before leaving the lecture hall, you strut towards Miguel to give him your now-routinely kiss goodbye (on the cheek, of course…). As you walk, you see that he’s crouched over his computer, tired eyes glossing over the screen. The fatigue of finals season is beginning to show on him, and it was a pitiful sight that made you purse your lips. Although it made you sad, you couldn’t help but let a small puff of air out your nose with how his glasses sat low on his nose. He never bothered to fix them, so you were the one who’d fix them oftentimes, and every time, he’d give you a small, “gracias, mama.”

You set down your bag, the thud of it hitting the floor finally stealing Miguel’s attention away from the blue-lit screen. He looks you up and down over his lenses, the small, fine lines of his face showing his age and you loved ittt.

“Sweetheart, as much as I love it when you stay and help, I’d be happier knowing you’re at home getting the rest you deserve.” He softly speaks, this version of himself that is so different from the one he presents in front of his class and colleagues.

“You worry too much, Miguel.” You plant yourself next to his chair, leaning down to get a better look at what on the computer has him so worked up. “Jesus, Miguel, no wonder you look sick.” You scroll through what seems like an endless list of students who signed up for office hours. With the amount that registered, Miguel would have to work even outside of his office hours.

From Miguel’s seated position, he has first-class access to your sweet perfume and a million-dollar view of your neck and chest, his mind wandering for a moment.

“Are you listening to me? This is ridiculous, there’s no way you’re cramming this amount of students… is there not another professor who could tutor as well?” the small raise of your voice is enough to bring his attention upward, not that that was any better of a view. Now, he was just looking at your lips, and how your lip plump makes them looks deliciously kissable. He imagined how’d they’d look if they were-

“Miguel O’Hara!” He blinks once or twice, gaining consciousness again, “Excuse me, uh, yeah, no, I’m the only one who can. For this class, I mean.” He rubs one of his eyes, letting out a sigh as he looks at the heavily packed schedule displayed on his desktop. “Anyways, it’s my responsibility. This was in the job description, so I gotta do what I gotta do.”

You roll your eyes in annoyance, hands on your hips, “Okay, but that doesn’t mean compromising your own health. There are healthy and efficient ways of doing your job, Mig.”

There’s that nickname he loved. He melted every time you used it, the familiarity of y’all’s relationship shining through the most when you did. He especially loved it when you were upset. He thought it was cute.

“Let me tutor some.” This snaps Miguel back to Earth, but this time, he’s in disbelief. “You’d tutor other students?” This was a rhetorical question, of course, he knew you were serious. He knew how big your heart was. He guessed he was just in disbelief because, once again, he was beguiled by the existence of a literal angel sent to Earth. He can’t believe he’s been blessed by your presence and friendship (?). You were so kind, so intelligent, so put-together, extremely gorgeous… you were utterly perfect.

“If splitting the work meant you got some sort of rest around here, then of course I would! Mig…” You grab the nearest chair and pull it to sit next to him, placing a hand on top of his. His hand relaxes under your touch, “You’ll work yourself to death like this.” You send a warmth onto his hand and up his arm you rub circles on his knuckles, the same way he does it to you.

“You’ve done so much for me, Miguel. Let me repay you, please? Please let me do this?” You bat your eyes, Miguel’s kryptonite.

Miguel turns his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, seeing the genuinity in your eyes. He gives it a small squeeze before saying, “What did I do to deserve you, hm?” it comes out just above a whisper.

“Plenty, Miguel. You’re the hardest working man I’ve ever met,” you cock your head to the side, your eyes tracing the muscles of his broad shoulders, counting in your head all the possible knots buried deep in there,” Here, sit back, please.” You say sweetly, standing back up to travel to the back of his seat.

“What’re you up to?” His eyebrows raised, but he eased again when he felt your small hands massaging the crooks of his neck. “Sshhhh, just relax, Mig. It’s ok.”

He furrows his brows feeling the scrumptious pain of knots unfurling and tension melting away. You know you hit a good spot when he accidentally lets out small groans. You’re doing so good that it takes every thing in him to hold back any embarrassing moaning.

You can see his literal jaw unclench, happy to see him so relaxed. “Feel good?” You whisper in a sugary tone, Miguel nodding with his lips parted. With his eyes closed, you were able to closely examine all the features that make up his beautiful face. He was simply gorgeous.

“S’good mama… s’good…” he speaks under his breath as you knead out the stubborn knots on his neck. Once you feel like you’ve ridden all the points of tension there, you slowly work your toward his clavicle. He lets you unbutton the first three buttons of his polo sweater. With your whole hands, you apply pressure there, offering weighted comfort to the area.

Then you rub up and down slowly, the sensation of his chest hair tempting you to venture deeper down his thick torso. Due to the immense relaxation, Miguel’s head begins to fall back onto your stomach, so you step closer to give him extra support.

He hums when he feels both of your hands cup his face. You then remove his glasses so you can work on his temples. His eyes are still closed, but you can see his lips slightly curl, which makes you smile. You wonder what he’s thinking about,

Miguel is currently thinking about where he should get down on one knee for you. He’s thinking about what color you’d possibly want the cabinets to be in your shared home. He’s thinking about if y’all’s child will be as nerdy as him or as fashionable as you. Either way, he’d be the happiest man in the world. This train of thought is stopped by the sensation of your lips on his forehead. His heart stops as well.

Then he feels the soft smack of your lips on his left cheek, then his right, leaving behind a trail of lip gloss prints. Anticipating a potential fourth kiss somewhere specific, he slowly opens his eyes, your face inches from his. His head leans all the way back, resting against your stomach still.

It’s silent between the two of you. You both lock eyes, completely drowning in the other's gaze. No words were exchanged, but there didn’t need to be.

Seeing no other action fit for this perfect moment, Miguel raises his hand above him to cup your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You inch down closer, your heart racing. His is, too.

When your lips cannot move anymore without touching, in what would be considered “Spider-Man” style ;) , you both share a kiss, so sweet and innocent. The perfect first kiss. You’re the first to pull away, but not wanting to pull away just yet, Miguel pulls you back into his lips by adding his other hand to your head, extending the kiss just a bit longer. You weren’t complaining, you’d stay here forever if you could.

Feeling your knees getting weak, you shift all your weight onto Miguel, your hands traveling from the sides of his face back to his pecs underneath his sweater. This also deepens your kiss, so to deepen it even more, Miguel's hands wrap around the back of your neck. You both come up for air for just a mere second, Miguel breathlessly letting out a weak, “Please?”

knowing what he meant, slowly going back down again but this time, open-mouthed. Miguel groans into your mouth with the feeling of his tongue on yours, practically treating it like his lollipop. The kiss becomes hungrier with a nibble on your lip by Miguel, pulling on it while you get some needed air. It’s getting sloppy now, and your hands travel lower, meeting the softness of his belly. His breath hitches when he feels them there, half-expecting you to be revolted in any way, but your hands just sit there. In fact, you start messaging there as well, giving love to his whole body. Your hands drag up and down his whole torso with each wet collision of your lips. Your hands would go as low as the pudge sitting above his belt, all the way to up his knife-like jawline, and back down again, and repeat. It’s like you wanted him to know you worshipped his body, and Miguel wanted to show some in return.

Using his hands on the back of your head, he tapped you to pull away so that he could take your hand and guide you around his chair, pulling you to straddle his lap. “C’mere…”

Tongues are going down throats, moans are being heard, and hands are becoming desperate. The fingers tugging his hair, his hands squeezing the globes of your ass, him desperately lifting his hips to make some friction. It was like horny college kids fucking for the first time…. or at least maybe one of y’all felt that way. The other was just that. A horny college student.

There was no stopping either of you, except maybe for the knocking at the lecture hall door.

Both your heads snapped toward the thankfully semi-transparent, iced door. You scramble to get off Miguel’s lap, Miguel wiping your lip gloss off his face. You go to button his sweater and fix his hair as he calls out, “Just a moment.” You give him his glasses when you hear the voice of the student speaking about a tutoring session with Miguel through the door.

Miguel thinks he’ll go to the door, but he feels you grab his hand. “Hey,” you pull him in for one last peck, “I’ll take this one, mkay?” You smile up at him, a very dazed Miguel looking back at you. As far as he’s concerned, he’s floating right now.

“Anyways, it seems like someone,” you look down, motioning to the prominent bulge in his pants, “needs a moment to calm down.” You chuckle, practically gliding to the door as Miguel looks down at his excitement, wide-eyed and making his own way into his private office to… read about DNA Polymerase Replacement or something.

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A/n: I just wanted to thank you guys for 1k followers as well as all the appreciation on this lil story of mine<3 y’all so sweet n cewt, and it’s so much fun writing this fic n just writing in general! Ty for letting my creative juices fuel ur delulu <3 I also hope that this hot, wet, fat kiss made up for all the edging I’ve done, if not, sorry <3 Next chapter tho………….. but chu gotta stay tuned, yall hear meeeeee????

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[faggy--butch]

sorry to ramble in your inbox but its kinda fucking me up how "trans man with a cishet boyfriend who misgenders him behind his back" is like seen to be a person to make fun of in the general queer tumblr space instead of a person who is in a vulnerable situation. i know that there is trans men who are also women and there are trans men who are genuinely okay with dating a cis man who considers himself straight but people talking about these hypothetical couples arent talking about these situations but rather about "haha stupid trans man doesnt realize hes dating a bigot"

theres this attitude that the hypothetical cishet boyfriend is actually a conservative so it should be obvious to trans man that he doesnt respect his identity but i feel like its less "oh its obvious that this specific man is a bigot" and more "obviously cishet white men are bigots" and its weird how people laugh at this person instead of acknowledging that even if you are dating a bigot its usually not a big win for you personally. like the bigot cishet boyfriend isnt going to be okay with his trans man boyfriend starting testosterone. like we can sympathize with emotional abuse happening towards other groups but when its gay and mspec trans men its like "oh he should have known that would happen" or "its his fault for dating a bigot"?

of course people have the same making fun of the victim narrative with afab nonbinary people who date cishet men who misgender them [and im sure this bleeds over to affecting all nonbinary people if people arbitrarily decide theyre afab if the nonbinary person refuses to tell them personal information about themselves but the larger narrative always specifies that this is an afab person] and its almost like a "this is what you get for being attracted to men" sort of thing.

and also i theres something to be said about warning people for signs their partner or potential partner doesnt respect their identity but considering i imagine its a common anxiety among trans and nonbinary people who are into that sorta thing to wonder "am i ever going to find someone who loves me and is also accepting of me for being [insert gender here]?" its sort of fucked up for it to be common to basically claim "yea if youre dating a cis man who said he was straight before he started dating you but says he respects your identity hes probably just straight up lying to your face" and then laugh at the person getting misgendered for not knowing they were being misgendered.

anyway sorry for this big ramble i cant even remember specific instances of this to reference so i might seem like im making up a guy to be mad at but i swear this is like a general attitude and almost running joke i see around. anyway. have a good day.

I absolutely see that too, and I think it's a mixture of straight up victim blaming, because oh noo how dare you WANT to date *gasp* cis men

but it come with an intense transandrophobia and exorsexism because there's a lot more sympathy when it comes to cis women dating cishet men "poor things uwu" but when it's trans men or in this case non binary people assumed to be women, it's always "see I told you so" smug superiority. (cis women get this too, because of misogyny obviously, but it's different and worse for trans men) People are just waiting for a chance to be misogynistic and trans men are an acceptable target. This is honestly extra fucked up when we remember that trans men experience some of the highest rates of domestic violence and rape in the community though.

being trans is such a vulnerable place to be in, and a lot of people, trans or not are insecure or just want to be loved, that's normal. A lot of people are willing to accept certain behaviors from their partners that are bad, because of those reasons as well, victim blaming, and ESPECIALLy telling trans men to toughen up or "what did you expect" is apart of the toxic expectations that get placed of trans men as well. I could honestly go on for hours about this. good ask,anon

#transandrophobia #asks

[steddieas-shegoes]

i wanna make your heartbeat run like roller coasters

for @subeddieweek day one with the prompts manhandling and accidental subspace

rated e | 3,520 words | please check ao3 for tags

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Eddie gets pushed against a lot of lockers.

It’s rarely accidental.

It’s always painful.

He doesn’t exactly have a lot of meat on his bones. Every hit leaves a bruise.

So when Steve fucking Harrington does his own dirty work for once, even though he graduated the way Eddie was supposed to, it’s just a bit embarrassing that it doesn’t hurt. It feels…kinda like he should be on his knees.

Which is really not something he wanted to think about when Steve’s got a hand on his shoulder, gripping hard enough to bruise, and something like fear in his eyes. Why is he scared?

“Did you sell weed to Robin?” he asked, teeth clenched.

Jesus fucking Christ. Steve’s got himself a band nerd girlfriend. How the hell did that happen?

“No, I sold to her friend. She waited by the treeline talking to herself the entire time.”

Eddie could hear his own voice shaking, but he wouldn’t back down. Black eyes were kinda metal weren’t they?

“Which friend?”

“Dude, I don’t even know. Someone else in band.”

The hand on his shoulder tightened and he barely bit back a whimper.

Steve’s eyes were very pretty this close. They were pretty from far away, too. Honestly, having Steve this close was probably rewiring something already broken in his brain. Having Steve’s hand on him like this was making his brain do somersaults trying to stay focused.

And then his hand was gone.

Eddie breathed in, breathed out.

“Sorry. I-” Steve shook his hands out and backed away. “Sorry.”

Eddie ignored whatever the fuck was happening in his stomach. It shouldn’t be happening so it isn’t, simple as that.

“Maybe you should ask your girlfriend if you’re so worried about her buying drugs.” Eddie should learn to shut his mouth at some point. “I only sell to the people who come to me first.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I remember.” Steve wiped his hand down his face. “Sorry again.”

Eddie looked him up and down, taking in the fact that he was genuinely apologizing. No one ever apologized for knocking him around, not even when it was on accident.

“You good?” He eventually asked.

“Yeah. Just, she’s been through a lot. I didn’t really want her to get pressured into buying something,” Steve sighed. “Has she come out of the band room yet? I’m supposed to bring her to work.”

“Uh, yeah man, everyone left an hour ago.”

Eddie watched Steve’s face fall as he checked his watch and must’ve realized the time.

“Shit. Okay. I must’ve lost track of time.”

Steve looked pitiful. Eddie’s seen dogs in alleys who looked less beaten down and neglected than Steve currently did.

“I can help you find her?” Eddie offered for some unknown reason.

Well, he knew the reason, but he was choosing to ignore it.

“She’s probably already at work. It’s my day off so I ended up getting distracted with something and didn’t realize it was so late,” Steve admitted, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Thanks, though.”

Wayne liked to tell Eddie he was too nice to undeserving people. Lord knows he gave his dad too many chances and got let down every time. He even tried to be friends with Tommy Hagan in middle school because he could sense something was going on with Tommy’s dad much like his own.

But Eddie liked to remind Wayne that Eddie is often considered undeserving and he took him in and gave him multiple chances regardless.

“You wanna smoke?” Eddie asked, despite knowing he barely has anything left after the long week of midterms for students. His busiest times of year were right before school breaks, midterms, finals, and graduation weekend. He usually stocked up, but with Rick being in prison again, he had to try to stretch what he had out.

“Uh…smoke what?”

“Weed.” Then it hit Eddie that maybe Steve was into harder stuff. But he hadn’t ever even bought from him in high school. Tommy had, Carol had, almost everyone at his parties had, but Steve never did. “I have regular old cigs too if you prefer.”

“Yeah, man, cool,” Steve sighed with relief.

“I got a spot behind the cafeteria if you wanna…”

“Sure, yep, let’s go,” Steve nodded, gesturing towards the double doors that led outside to the cafeteria and auditorium buildings.

As they walked, Eddie’s mind raced with thoughts of being alone with Steve, Steve’s arm brushing against his, Steve pushing him against the wall of the cafeteria, of Eddie dropping to his knees and unbuttoning Steve’s pants and-

“I’m really sorry about what happened back there.”

Steve’s voice shook him from his thoughts, but his dick didn’t quite get the memo. When did he even start getting hard?

“No worries, dude.” His face scrunched in disgust at calling Steve dude. What was next, the bro pat on the back? A fist bump? “Kinda jealous of how protective you are of your girlfriend.”

Okay, actually, what the fuck? Eddie needed to shut his fucking face, right the fuck now.

“She’s not my girlfriend, but uh, I don’t think you’re really her type either,” Steve gave him a look, one Eddie knew well and one he couldn’t quite believe he was seeing on Steve’s face right now.

“Right, right.” Eddie wouldn’t make him say it, especially if it was actually the look he thought it was, but maybe he could offer a little something in return. “Yeah, she’s not really my type either.”

Steve stopped just before they reached the hidden area behind the dumpster and picnic table for staff to smoke.

“Really?” Steve’s eyes were wide. “So you’re more into…someone like…me?”

Eddie was actually leaking into his goddamn boxers. Why was he getting turned on just talking to Steve?

“That would be one way of saying it,” Eddie said. Still easy enough to back out of it, at least. Could just say he likes women who wear polos and use more hairspray than Melvald’s has ever carried at any given time.

“Huh,” Steve continued walking to the picnic table, sitting on top of it and kicking some dirt off the bench by his legs for Eddie to sit. “So those rumors were true?”

“That depends on if I’m gonna make it back home to my very loving uncle if I say yes.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Obviously, I’m not gonna judge you about it when my best friend is-” He cut himself off and Eddie had to give him major credit. The Steve he used to know never would’ve cared if he outed someone, or at least never would have realized that was wrong. He coughed and then looked down at the bench. “You gonna sit?”

Eddie sat down on the bench, extremely close to Steve’s legs. Almost touching. Was that heat coming from his body or was Eddie just extremely warm?

“Did you actually wanna smoke or did you just wanna get out of the hall?” Steve asked after another minute of awkward silence.

“We can smoke.” Eddie reached into his pocket, hating how tight his jeans were in the front, and grabbed his lighter. His pack of cigarettes were usually stored in his van because he rarely smoked them, but luckily he’d brought them with him all week to sneak smokes between classes. He pulled one out and handed it to Steve.

He started to light his own when Steve leaned down, his face right next to Eddie’s, breath hot on his neck.

“You aren’t gonna light it for me?”

Eddie whimpered.

He would deny it a million times over if anyone asked. He almost had himself believing he imagined it.

But Steve laughed and backed away, pulling out his own lighter and giving Eddie a second to catch his breath.

What the fuck was that? Did Steve know he was making Eddie’s brain flatline?

He watched Steve take a long drag out of the corner of his eye, his mind shuffling between ‘what if he fucked me right here?’ and ‘get the hell away before your dick pops a hole in your jeans.’

Steve’s lips were so pink, and looked so soft, and just wet enough from licking his lips before taking the next drag, and Eddie was really going through it right now.

He’d gone through his Steve Harrington phase just like everyone else, thought it was over when he graduated. Had avoided the mall all summer when he heard he was working at Scoops so he didn’t have to see him in those tiny blue shorts. Had even gone so far as to avoid being around when the kids were being picked up from Hellfire because Dustin mentioned Steve was his ride.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Except for Eddie’s imagination was impressive, and his late night thoughts turned into very vivid scenes of Steve working him to the edge and making him beg, or pushing him against a locker and making him take his cock with barely any prep, or-

“Dude, anyone ever tell you you’re kinda space-y?” Steve’s voice once again lifted him from his thoughts, though he felt a bit hazy.

“Think I’m comin’ down with something,” Eddie squeaked out. All he was coming down with was a sickness deep in his chest: Harrington Heart-itis.

“Did you hit your head?” Steve sounded concerned now, setting his cigarette in the ashtray left on the table and moving so he had one leg on either side of Eddie. His fingers landed in Eddie’s hair, pulling his head closer and inspecting it for injury. “I didn’t think anything but your shoulders hit, but maybe-”

“No,” Eddie gulped. He should pull away. “Didn’t hit my head.”

Steve’s fingers tightened, not quite painfully, but enough of a bite to it that Eddie whimpered. Again.

Steve’s grip loosened, but his fingers stayed buried in his curls, and Eddie felt pressure guiding him to rest against Steve’s thigh.

“You eat today?” Steve asked, though his voice sounded kinda far away, like he was above the surface of the water and Eddie was sitting at the bottom of a pool looking up at the sun. “Eddie?”

“Hm?” Eddie blinked up at Steve. “I ate.”

“When?” Steve’s hand was cupping his cheek. “Lunch?”

“Mmm, no,” Eddie shook his head, blinked. “Breakfast? Cereal.”

Steve cursed under his breath.

He was so pretty. Had he been told how pretty he was? Surely when Nancy was with him, she told him.

Even if Robin liked women, she had to at least notice how pretty he was, right?

Steve’s sharp intake of breath somewhat centered Eddie.

“I’m gonna drive you home, okay?” Steve whispered, leaning down so his face was only inches away.

Eddie could kiss him. It would be the easiest thing in the world to lift his head the final two inches to make their lips meet.

“Eddie, eyes open,” Steve’s fingers tightened again, gaining Eddie’s full attention. “Should I call someone? Are you dynamic or something?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed. What did that even mean?

“Like the sugar thing?” Steve continued.

“Diabetic?” Eddie still felt a little hazy, but he was starting to come back to it with Steve’s hand migrating from his hair to his shoulder. “No, my sugar’s fine.”

“I’ve got some soda in my car. I can drive you home and then bring you to school in the morning. You probably shouldn’t drive like…this.”

It all came crashing down when Eddie realized how vulnerable he’d just been, how he’d actually lost track of time, not sure exactly how long he’d been sitting between Steve’s legs with his hands in his hair before he started coming back to earth. He stood up, maybe a bit too quickly, rocking a bit before finding his balance.

“Woah, take it easy.” Steve held his hands out, grasped his biceps to hold him steady. “You were pretty far out of it. Don’t rush it.”

How fucking embarrassing.

Eddie had only gone down that far one time with someone and they got freaked out when he was giggling and couldn’t walk on his own because his legs felt like jelly. But that had been on purpose. This was- Steve didn’t– Jesus Christ.

“I’m fine now.” Eddie was not fine. He knew what would happen if he left right now. Aftercare was a major part of this whether Steve was prepared for it or not. “Just, um, walk me to my van.”

Steve looked like a kicked puppy, but Eddie didn’t have the time to explain all of this to him.

Steve Harrington didn’t know how much of a freak Eddie was even if he did know he was gay. There’s no way Steve participated in any type of BDSM with the many girls he slept with in high school.

There was absolutely no fuckin’ way Nancy Wheeler let herself get tied to a bed and get fucked by Steve.

He shook his head at the thought.

“I’d feel a lot better if you let me drive you. I promise we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Steve sighed. “I just don’t know if you should drive when you went down so hard.”

“You have no idea what even happened,” Eddie argued, pacing back and forth. “I can drive. I just need to walk it off.”

“You don’t walk off subspace.”

Eddie froze. Steve was standing right in front of him now, concern in his big, stupid, adorable eyes.

“How do you even know about subspace?” Eddie whispered.

“I slept with half the high school and two guys in Indy. I know what subspace is, Eds.”

Eddie must still be in space. Or maybe another galaxy.

“Sorry, did you just say you slept with two guys in Indy?” Has Steve seriously fucked more guys than Eddie has? Eddie, the resident gay man of Hawkins, has only been with one man in his entire life and Steve has apparently slept with two?

“Well, I wasn’t gonna sleep with two men in Hawkins!” Steve threw his hands up before putting them on his hips. “I hit up a gay bar and didn’t realize it doubled as a BDSM club until I was already in it and then a nice guy showed me the ropes. Literally. There were ropes involved.”

Eddie snorted. Steve was pretty and funny. Great. Just what he needed.

“I have a quick recovery, so I’ll be fine to drive home,” Eddie tried, though even he could hear his voice still shaking.

“No one is that quick,” Steve wrapped an arm around his shoulders, tugging him into a hug. “Has that ever happened before?”

“Not like that.”

“We should probably talk about it.”

The last thing Eddie wanted to do was talk about how someone playing with his hair and moving his head around while showing the bare minimum of care was enough to send him into subspace, but he had a feeling Steve wasn’t gonna give up easily.

“Fine. What should we talk about? How no one ever touches me gently so the moment someone did, I slipped? How I’ve been avoiding seeing you anywhere in public because I knew it would make my crush come back full force? Oh, I know!” Eddie laughed hysterically as he pulled away. “Let’s talk about how I still think about you in your stupid basketball shorts when I’m fucking myself on four fingers, which is never enough because I can never reach the spot I need to. Or how I once cut out your yearbook photo to keep for jerking off material because my mags weren’t enough. Could even talk about how earlier I wanted you to put your leg between mine so I could rub off on you. Or maybe the weather if you’d prefer that.”

Eddie was panting, could feel the heat on his face rising as he realized everything he’d just said, admitted, to Steve.

He’d never said any of that out loud. Shit, he’d barely said most of it in his own head.

Steve’s arms were pulling him in and Eddie let himself have it, let himself feel small for just a moment. If Steve wasn’t completely disgusted by what he said, then he would at least accept this offering of kindness for now.

They stayed like that for a while, long enough that Eddie started to wonder if he could just live here, right in Steve’s arms.

“It’s looking a little cloudy,” Steve said quietly, hands still rubbing Eddie’s back slowly.

“What?” Eddie still felt a little out of it, but that was entirely out of left field.

“You said we could talk about the weather.”

Eddie snorted. “Oh my God, you’re so-” Eddie looked up at Steve, who was smiling down at him. He felt off-kilter, being the object of that particular Steve look. “Stupid.”

It was fond, probably too fond for someone who needed to protect himself from whatever the hell was happening. He needed to shut this down.

“It’s been mentioned,” Steve’s eyes flickered down to Eddie’s lips, then back up to his eyes. “You good to head out?”

Eddie started to nod, but stopped.

This was his only chance. He wasn’t dumb enough to think he’d ever be alone with Steve again. If he was gonna kick start a spiral over feelings, he might as well go all out.

He stood at his full height, almost eye level with Steve, and leaned in.

The kiss was not even close to perfect. In fact, as far as kisses go, it was probably in the bottom three for Steve. Eddie chose not to think about how he screwed it all up.

But once the initial shock wore off, and Eddie put his teeth away, Steve’s hand cupped Eddie’s cheek and he licked past his lips.

Leave it to Steve to turn this around, make it something worth the risk.

Their lips moved in sync, both of them deepening the kiss without making it too wet, too filthy for a public space.

It was, dare he say, romantic.

Most kisses Eddie had managed to have were dirty and rough, hidden away in dark bars and alleyways, not exactly prime teen romance.

Of course Steve was good at this, of course he made Eddie melt against him, and of course Eddie was going to start writing hearts around Steve’s name in his notebook as if they were high school sweethearts.

When they pulled apart, it took him a minute to open his eyes. How stereotypical.

Steve was already looking at him, softer than he probably deserved.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Eddie breathed out.

“It’s been mentioned.” Steve’s lips turned up in a smirk before he pulled away completely. “Let’s go.”

They walked back through the school, stopping at Eddie’s locker to grab one of his textbooks as if he actually would use it. By now, he didn’t really need the textbooks to get his work done. And he was actually committed to getting it done this time around.

They were quiet as they continued out to the parking lot, only a few cars belonging to teachers left, maybe a few students stuck here for football or basketball practice. Steve’s car was towards the back, but Eddie’s was almost all the way in the grass field by the main road. It was less risky leaving it further away, less likely that anyone would slash the tires or key the side.

“You’re sure you can drive?” Steve asked as they stood outside his car.

“Yeah. Only five minutes to the trailer. It’ll be fine.” Eddie shrugged like it was nothing, but he was actually a little worried the kiss set him too off balance to focus on the road. Fuck the subspace, Steve’s lips were like discovering a new galaxy.

“Can I call you later? To check on you?” Steve seemed hesitant to ask.

“Uh, yeah? Do you…have my number?”

Steve shook his head, opening the door to his car and reaching into the glovebox to find a pen and an old receipt. As Eddie wrote down the number to the trailer, he thought about how much worse this would be tomorrow, how shitty it would be to have had this absolutely out of this world experience with the one person he never thought he could and then be left with scraps for the rest of his life.

“You uh, you don’t have to call, man. Don’t feel pressured. My uncle will be home so it’s not like I’ll be alone.”

Steve took the paper and pen back, folding the paper and putting it in his pocket and throwing the pen back into the car.

“I’m gonna call.” Steve moved a piece of Eddie’s hair from in front of his face. “You got a phone in your room?”

“No, but the one we have reaches to the bathroom?” Why the hell did he need one in his room?

“Good. Need you to be alone.”

“Steve, what the hell does that mean?”

“How else am I supposed to tell you what I wanna do to you?”

Well, fuck.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #subeddieweek #sub eddie munson #dom steve harrington

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Let me love on you a little more (Charles Leclerc)

Sometimes, it felt like what you were doing was a drop in the immense ocean, but Charles always made you feel a little better when you had the chance to go home

Note: english is not my first language. I based this on the news and stories I heard from people on the front line! This is in no way romanticising or summing up what happened, much less downplaying it! I hold huge huge respect and gratitude for healthcare workers!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: Covid-19 pandemic and themes associated with reader being a front line worker as a doctor (mentions hospitals, tests, death)

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3

"You can follow the purple line to the testing site we have here", you told the elderly woman.

"Is it going to hurt too much? My neighbour had to get tested to weeks ago when she visited her family and she said it's uncomfortable", she mused.

"It's a little itchy, I have to admit it, but it shouldn't hurt you, just a little bit uncomfortable, Mrs. Loire", you attempted to soothe her, your usual hand on the patients' arm now a strongly inadvisable way to comfort them.

"Thank you, Dr. Y/L/N", he said, her eyes letting you know that behind her mask there was a big smile on appreciation and gratitude.

Taking temperatures and checking flu like symptoms was not how you thought your medical career would pan out once you chose your speciality, but the new normal was this and you were working your best to do what you got into medicine to do in the first place, improve and save lives.

"How many people have you sent to the testing site?", your colleague Marina asked you when she noticed that for now, there were no walk-ins or ambulances with new patients.

"Just this morning, twenty-five", you sighed, "the closest I got to a potential non-Covid case was the kid that broke his arm, but Ortho swooped him right from me".

"Are you truly so disappointed about not being on an Orthopedics case?", she chuckled, "you hated everytime you had to be on that floor", she argued.

"I'd do anything that isn't watching people die because we don't have enough equipment or because we don't know enough about this disease to stop it", you let your frustrations out.

"We're going to win this, Y/N", Marina squeezed your shoulder, "you're usually the hopeful one on the service, but I can hope for the two of us today", she replied earnestly, "I'm going to have lunch now, do you want to go with me and sit on opposite tables so I can at least look at your face without a mask from a distance?".

"Let's go, I'm starving and I'm going up to the ward this afternoon", you raised your eyebrows, tidying up the station for whoever would cover the afternoon shift there.

As you walked to the area you had lunch in, you were happy to find the sun shinning outside on the green park area where you or the patients' family would take them to get fresh air when they were still admitted and recovering. It wasn't a thing now for obvious reasons, so you and Marina ended up in there keeping a safe distance while enjoying the feeling on the sun on your bare skin.

"Do you sometimes feel like you're losing all sense of time in there?", Marina nudged to the big building, "my mother's birthday was yesterday and I thought it was still a month away - she called me to say she had left a piece of cake for me by my door".

"Yesterday, Charles called me and told me he has going to wash my favourite hoodie of his and then wear it around the house so that by the time I came home it was nice and smelling the way I liked it. Then I reasoned with him that it wasn't this weekend because how could it be? Then I realised he was right", you took a spoonful from the tupperware.

"Are you spending the weekend at home?", Marina asked, smiling at how you seemed to finally be taking care of yourself.

You had been one of the doctors who didn't mind staying for longer in the hospital, reasoning that you didn't have kids and fortunately your family members didn't need assistance so you could cover more shifts and work as much to keep everything running smoothly. It caught up with you as it did with all your colleagues so you set specific times in your calendar where you would go home and, barring any catastrophic situation at the hospital, no one would call you for the days you spent home so you could fully relax with Charles.

"Yes, five days at home and then I'm back", you sighed, "and you? How is your little one doing?", you asked.

"My wife texted me an hour into my shift to say that Milo had a Skype call with his class and their teacher and he said his mama was in the hospital being a hero", she gave you a big smile and looked up to control the tears, "it's hard being away from them, but these little moments help", she added.

"Charles does streams with his friends, and apparently he's always mentioning me and the people on the chat have been very supportive - whenever he calls me he tells me that some fans recognise my voice and my name from the virtual appointments and that they've been here and treated by me, too", you blushed, "He's always hyping me up and I can't wait to be with him".

Stopping by the coffee machine, you both got another expresso shot before parting ways since Marina wasn't on the Covid ward for that shift.

"We've just intubated three more patients", the doctor finished her rounding up to you and the rest of the team that would take over for them, "beds five and six aren't looking good and we've alerted their family members already", he nudged.

Everyone knew what it meant when it came to calling the families, so you nodded, "hopefully they'll get here on time, have them page me downstairs when they arrive, please", you asked one of the interns before you excused yourself to put your personal protective equipment on.

"Is that you, Y/N?", one of the younger kids you had treated said as you got out of the room.

"Yes, it's me! You have a good eye, Arlo!", you smiled before noticing nurse Francesca pulling his wheelchair, "are you going home, sweet boy?", you gasped.

Arlo had been the first child you treated in the ward, only having seen adults up until that moment and it changed a switch in you. A small child struggling so much seemed to shake something inside you, and every time you called his parents with updates, you wished that you'd never have to make the dreaded call.

"I am, my lungs are all good and I'm not warm anymore!", he smiled, "I finally get to go home, my parents are downstairs waiting for me. Did you give Charles my thank you hug for the cap?", he asked.

When you noticed the little boy talking about the last Monaco GP and how he hoped one day he would be able to meet his favourite driver, Charles Leclerc, you couldn't find it in you to keep your relationship undisclosed. So, when you went home the last time, you asked Charles to sign one cap for you and told him to be ready for a FaceTime with the little boy. Arlo was the happiest you had seen him since he had been admitted, lighting up when he saw your boyfriend on the screen and giving him a few smiles despite his tired and sick state.

"I haven't been home yet, but I will give him the biggest hug at the end of the week!", you smiled, "I'm so happy for you, Arlo!", you gushed, making the gesture to blow him as kiss as he waved goodbye.

There were good stories, and even though they in no way erased the sad ones, they helped you carry on with the fight.

Laying on the on-call room after your shift, you took off your mask since no one else was allowed inside it other than you, doing your usual routine and setting your phone in the window sill.

"Hey, amour", Charles said on the phone, "how was your day?", he asked as he watched you towell dry your hair.

"Hey, mon coeur", you offered him a small smile, "I'm so tired I can't guarantee I won't fall asleep in a minute".

"It's okay, I won't mind. Did you get tested?", Charles asked as he seemed to be tucking himself to bed as well.

"Yes, another swab up my nose", you flashed him two thumbs up, "I'll have the results in the morning and hopefully I can get out of here for a few days and spend them with you and not quarantine in a hotel room", you crossed your fingers, "I don't have any symptoms, but still, you never know with this bastard".

"We'll spend it together, amour", he comforted, "I already have a lazy couple of days planned out for us", he smiled as you too tucked yourself on the oncall room bed.

"That sounds amazing", you closed your eyes briefly, "I can't wait to be with you", you yawned.

Charles knew better than to start anything important, just happy to see you were resting, safe and sound, making small talk to lull you to sleep before he ended the call.

After attending the virtual meeting so you could update the next team on how the service was running before you left, the results from test came back negative, which meant you could finally drive home.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside as you heard commotion coming from the living room, "stay away while I put all of this in the cabinet", you warned Charles.

He was quick to go to the bedroom, getting his hoodie and a pair of shorts for you, "as much as I'd love to hold you all day looking like that", your boyfriend nodded to your figure in just underwear, "I think you'll be more cosy in these", he approached you as you finally let him touch you, his arms going around your waist and pulling your bodies closer, "I've missed you so much, Y/N", he whispered.

"I missed you so much, too", you pulled your face away from his chest before kissing his lips in a proper greeting.

Charles guided you to the living room after you got dressed in his clothes, stopping by the kitchen door to check if you had a proper breakfast to which you said yes, so he took you to the sofa, snuggling you two under the blanket as he put one of your favourite shows on the TV.

"I love you, Charles", you would say every now and again, completing the affectionate moments with a kiss or a squeeze.

During the afternoon, you and Charles ended up napping on the sofa, Charles waking up with you still fast asleep on his chest, making him kiss your forehead a couple of times and pull the blanket to cover you up.

"How long was I out for?", you rubbed your eyes two hours later, looking up to see your boyfriend's smile.

"A couple of hours, it looked like a really good nap", he kissed your nose.

"Yes, it was", you squeezed his body, "I'm really craving some carbonara for dinner, do you think we have what the recipe needs?", you questioned.

"We do - I did the food shop earlier this week and I got all of the supplies", he smiled, brushing your hairs away from your eyes and behind your ears, "do you want to get started on it?".

"Yes - I need to pee first, but I'll meet you in the kitchen", you winked, pecking his lips multiple times before getting up.

As he watched you walk to the bathroom, thoughts came flooding in.

This is what he wanted with you. Cosy intimacy that went beyond what happened in the bedroom. The domesticity that went beyond just spending time together and that shines through in the little moments of intertwined routines, special requests and little talks in the middle of the night about random existential questions.

Stepping into the kitchen, Charles gathered the ingredients, pots and pans before you stepped inside too, hugging his waist and nuzzling your face on his back, "you're so comfy, Charlie", you cooed before he turned around so he could face you, cupping your cheeks and rubbing them.

"And you're so gorgeous, mon coeur", he complimented, making you melt inside as you focused on the pads of his thumbs against your skin.

Slicing the guanciale, you removed the rind and cut the rest into small pieces while Charles grated the pecorino cheese and added the egg yolks to the same bowl, the pasta already cooking with the timer on the side.

Scrambling everything into the pot one last time before adding the pasta water a little bit at a time until it was spot on as you liked, making you serve it up in the plates and head back to the sofa.

"Haven't you had enough of the sofa?", you giggled as Charles let you sit before he placed the tray on your lap, doing the same with his own, "I know I haven't had the energy for much else, but maybe tomorrow we can go hike if you'd like", you suggested.

"I want to spend time with you, wherever you are - you're in the sofa, I'm in the sofa, you're in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen, if you're in the bathroom, I'm in the bathroom", he stated like it was clear as water.

"Maybe not when I'm in the toilet, though, okay?", you squinted as he laughed at your antics.

Charles tidied up after the both of you, sending you to the ensuite bathroom for a bath he'd join you in as soon as he was done.

"You didn't get in?", Charles slumped his shoulders slightly as he saw you sprawled out on the bed.

"I was partially in a food coma, but also - I didn't want to get in alone and the water was a little too hot so I had to let it cool for a bit", you smiled, letting him pull you up and into the bathroom.

Stepping inside the bathroom, Charles grabbed your hips, "let me love on you a little bit more, mon coeur", he said as he pulled you to him, grabbing the hem of the hoodie you were wearing and taking it off of your torso, kissing the skin on your shoulders.

As he stopped his ministrations on your skin, you took the opportunity to take his t-shirt off while you shimmied your shorts and underwear, caressing his muscles before he also took the rest of his clothes off.

"Feels good", Charles dipped his fingers in the tub, getting in himself so he could help you sit between his legs and lay your back on his chest.

Your boyfriend brought his hands together and formed a shell shape with them, collecting water in them and wetting your shoulder blades, then letting it cascade down your neckline, boobs and tummy before he let his hands wander around to feel your body, hoping it would show you his love and appreciation for you.

After you got out, Charles rubbed your products on your face, giggling when you made little faces before you put on pyjamas, tucking into bed and cuddling his chest.

"You know I've missed you so much, but our bed feels heavenly right now", you chuckled, kissing his naked chest, "I love you, Charles", you mumbled before sleep took over you.

"I love you, beautiful girl, sleep tight", he whispered against your hair, kissing the top of your head before he rubbed your back.

Charles was woken up from your body moving a lot and the clammy feeling of your hand on his chest, looking for your face and noticing the crease on your forehead, "hey, amour", he gently shook you awake, "wake up for me, please, it's okay, you're okay", he urged as you opened your eyes wide as you took in where you were.

"I'm home, I'm home", you mumbled, taking deep breaths like Charles encouraged you to once you sat up, doing them with you a couple of times until you calmed down.

"You are, mon coeur, you are", Charles kissed your forehead when you rested your back against the headboard.

After standing there in silence while Charles played with your fingers on your lap, you were able to speak about it, "I hit five this week", you mumbled, "five people who have died on my watch since this thing started, five family members I've had to call to tell them their loved one didn't make it.

"And it's a small number when you compare it to other countries - so many colleagues are already on their one hundredth, but Monaco is so small", you reasoned, "I haven't had a number this high since I started at the hospital - in my regular service, I never lost five people".

"It's not your fault, amour - a virus is out there and you're working so hard to contain it", Charles pulled you to his chest, rubbing your arm up and down and kissing the side of your head, "the work you're doing with the testing site, making sure to slow the spread and ensuring everyone is as healthy as they can be - you're part of that, Y/N, and even though it doesn't seem like it, you're still winning, you're still beating the universe".

"I couldn't do it without you", you mused and Charles' scoff alerted you, "it's true, Charles! I would never be able to stay at the hospital for so long if you weren't supportive, if you weren't helping my parents and making sure they're doing okay when I can't do it! The way you support me and are there for me - the way your holding me like you always do", you snuggled further into him, "this helps me keep going - you do", you kissed his jaw, seeing his blushed cheeks in the dimly lit bedroom.

"We're a good team then", he accepted the compliment, kissing your temple again, "do you think you can go back to sleep or maybe we could have a chat, watch some TV, have a lazy makeout session", he wiggled his eyebrows.

"That last idea sounds great, I've missed that", you rolled over properly, taking his lips in yours as his hands roamed along your tummy.

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x you #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

[anashins]

So this just happened to me but I found out my bf doesn’t have my contacts saved with any kind of emoji or cute nickname. Maybe a suggestion for a Drabble? Feel like a child writing this but idk how this has me so bummed and sad

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: fluff, romance

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: As you find out that Jaehyun doesn't have your contact saved on his phone under a cute nick name, you start comparing your relationship to others. After all, that must mean you're not special to him - right?

A/N: I hope everything went well for you, dear! My bf always says, “I don’t know, you have to tell me!” - so just tell him! Because men are simple but their partners' feelings matter to them, even if they seem childish to you 💞

“Under which name did your boyfriend save you on his phone? You know that?”

You looked at your best friend who tilted her head as though in deep thoughts. For a moment, you hoped she wouldn’t know, wouldn’t care, and that you were overdramatic after all like you had feared all along, but almost instantly, she replied,

“When we started dating, he had me saved as ‘my girl’ without any kind of emoji. When we officially decided to get together, he saved my contact as ‘baby’ with a pink heart, and it remained like this until now.”

Your best friend wasn’t the first one who you had asked and whose answer was almost identical to your other taken friends you had questioned about this topic: Their boyfriends all had them saved on their phones with either a cute nickname, some meaningful emoji or both.

Your own boyfriend had you saved on his phone under your government name. 

You usually never looked at his screen as there were always so many things going on with different people from his group, from his management and from people in the industry in general, so it was always buzzing anyway. 

But when a week ago you had been lying next to him, sending him pictures from the activity you had done together shortly before, your name popped up in his chat history.

Your full name.

You had been bummed, and he had happily continued on as if he hadn’t minded you seeing this, as if this was the most normal thing in the world and didn’t make you feel less special among all his other contacts - and there were a lot for an idol.

After all, even when you didn’t have as many connections as him, you had your boyfriend saved as,

‘Yuno-ya’ with a pink heart.

It wasn’t the most romantic nickname as you weren’t calling each other pet names at all, but still cute and emphasized his contact to filter his name out of all other people.

Now, hearing all the other boyfriends having your female friends saved as something special, it made you feel even sadder as if the entire thing hadn’t been bothering you for a week already. 

“Under which name has your boyfriend your contact saved on his phone?” your best friend questioned back.

You sighed out loud.

-

“I don’t like it when you make that face,” Jaehyun immediately said to you instead of a greeting when you came over to his house later that day. “And you have randomly started making it the last time we met. I’ve been worrying all week, but on the phone you always say everything is fine when it’s clearly not. Tell me now, did I do something wrong?”

You bit into your bottom lip. You felt that now was the chance, now or never before it would eat you up from the inside and you would never be able to let go of it. “Under which name do you have me saved on your phone?”

Jaehyun widened his eyes, completely blindsided by this unexpected silly question, apparently. “Pardon?”

“My contact,” you described it better for him. “Under which name can you find me in your contacts?”

He confusedly proceeded to speak out your full government name.

“Exactly!” you called him out.

“I don’t understand.”

“You have me saved in your contacts under my full name!”

“Well… isn’t that your full name? Under what name should I save you then? Should I make one up or…” He shook his head. “I don’t know what’s going on! What’s the problem here?”

You folded your arms in front of your chest. The longer you went on to explain this situation to a very oblivious Jaehyun, the sillier you started to feel. Were you exaggerating? But none of your friends had said so and claimed your feelings were valid.

Suddenly, your voice was very low when you poured out your feelings to him as there was no turning back anymore. “My friend’s boyfriends have them all saved on their phones under some cute nickname. Or with a cute emoji at least. I also have you saved as Yuno-ya with a heart. It makes the other person feel special and makes the contact stand out from everyone else. It gives you a little surge of excitement whenever that person’s name pops up. As you have me saved with my full government name… it makes me think if you see me as everyone else and I’m not that special to you.”

Your breakout followed a few moments of silence in which you kept your gaze locked to the ground as you were now kind of too embarrassed to face Jaehyun. Hearing these words… you felt so childish.

The pat you felt on the top of your head only shortly later convinced you of the opposite though. When you lifted your head, Jaehyun wasn’t laughing and he didn’t look like he wanted to make fun of you or didn’t understand your feelings at all.

“I’m sorry,” he said with genuine concern. “I… didn’t know. I have everyone saved on my phone with their full government name as there are just so many people that it really gives me a hard time to separate them all or even remember who they are. Even the members aren’t an exception, only my parents. It was just a habit I followed when we exchanged contacts and I was never bothered enough to change it. If I had known it was this important to you, I would have done it right away.”

Was it really this simple? Some men like your boyfriend just didn’t know, were totally unaware of such things and you simply needed to tell them to change whatever bothered you, no matter how silly and childish it might sound?

He was a perfect partner for you and you couldn’t believe you let such a futile thing question his feelings for an entire week.

Jaehyun smiled at you and pulled out his phone. “Don’t ever think again that you’re not special to me and I never feel excitement rushing through me whenever your name pops up on my phone. Your chat is pinned at the very top and your number saved as favorites. Among everyone I regularly keep in contact with, even if I don’t answer for hours, I always answer you first. I always recognize your picture, no matter how many times you change it. Upon first glance, I always recognize it’s you. My beautiful girl.”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek and then proceeded to type something into his phone with a wide grin, obviously changing your name name.

“What did you save my contact under now?” you asked and wanted to catch a glimpse, but Jaehyun quickly pulled his phone away from you.

“Text me now and you’ll see.”

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[vikkirosko]

Can I ask for headcanons for Angel Dust, Alastor, Niffty, Charlie, Husk, Vaggie and Cherry of what a friendship with them would be like? The reader is feminine if possible and she has a very protective personality with her friends, but she is very kind and loves to give hugs and handmade details for them.

Platonic headcanons Friendship

��� Charlie Morningstar x fem!Reader 🎶

Charlie has been sincere and friendly since childhood. She wanted to see the bright side in others and was sure that sinners deserved a chance at redemption. When she met you, she was glad that she had a new friend. You became friends pretty quickly and started spending a lot of time together

You were kind and caring towards others, and Charlie really liked that trait of yours. You often helped at the hotel, making her job easier. You knew how hard she worked, so you tried to do something to help your friend

You saw how Charlie worked and harassed herself, so you tried to help her and take care of her. When it was hard for her and she felt tired, you hugged her, gently stroked her back and said words of support. Charlie was grateful to you for that. She knew that you would always be there to help and support her

For the princess, you were a dear friend whom she was always glad to see. She tried to make sure that you had as many reasons to smile as possible. Charlie wanted her friends to be happy, including you

❌ Vaggie x fem!Reader 🎀

Vaggie had a hard time trusting sinners. She trusted Charlie, but she hardly trusted others. She didn't start trusting you right away either, despite your kind disposition. However, you were able to find an approach to her. She saw how kind you were not only to her, but also to others. You were sincere, honest and caring, and you really managed to win her over with your kindness

She watched you help Charlie at the hotel, how you supported your friends and gave them various small handmade gifts. You saw how often Vaggie was stressed, so you took care of her. You made her delicious tea, helped her with her chores and went shopping with her. She was grateful for your support, knowing that you were there for her

Vaggie knew that you were a kind and non-confrontational person, so she protected you from the dangers you might face in Hell. When they tried to attack you, she protected you even if it was necessary to fight. If she was injured, then you and Charlie treated her wounds and you always thanked her for standing up for you

She didn't talk about it often, but Vaggie was glad she had a friend like you. Charlie and you were the ones who helped her feel alive again. You saved her from the despair she felt when she was thrown into Hell and she was willing to go to great lengths for you

🕷 Angel Dust x fem!Reader 💖

Angel didn't have many people he could call his friends, much less kind people who genuinely cared about him and others. However, he had you. You were the friend who was there for him when he needed support. You didn't judge him for his life and tried to help him no matter what

You brought him water when he was hungover, you made him a snack and you were ready to listen to him when he was having a hard time. He knew that you wouldn't tell anyone his secrets and you wouldn't judge him. You always stayed by his side, no matter how lousy he was

Sometimes Angel would keep you company when you went grocery shopping for the hotel. If there was any unforeseen situation, he was there and ready to protect you. He knew that you were kind and that you didn't like to fight, so he became your protector, not allowing sinners to hurt you

Angel was glad that he had a friend like you. Sometimes you reminded him of his sister, whom he missed. Sometimes it hurt him, as if he saw her instead of you, but in his mind he understood that you were not his sister. You were his friend, who made him feel better at least a little bit

📻 Alastor x fem!Reader 🎙

Alastor called people his friends, but few of them he really considered as such. He could call Rosie his friend, but he could rather call most of the people with whom he communicated people from whom he benefited. However, he didn't know which category he could put you in. You were unusually kind and caring for a man who was in Hell, and you clearly considered him your friend

You were one of the kindest people he met in Hell. You genuinely cared about him, you made him delicious tea, you always asked him how his next walk around the city went or asked him about music. You were genuinely interested in his life, while trying not to violate his personal boundaries

Alastor looked out for you sometimes. He convinced himself that the reason for this was that you were part of the hotel, which meant he had to make sure that you would be safe. Alastor did not admit that the reason for this was that he was getting used to you and would not want to lose his new friend

Alastor was not someone who would directly call a person a friend. He showed it by his actions, looking out for you, even though it was not so easy to notice. He knew that you understood without words that he saw you as a friend

🧹 Niffty x fem!Reader ❤

You and Niffty met at the hotel, where you helped out by running small errands. You often began to work together and thanks to this you were able to quickly become friends. Niffty thought you were too kind, so she often spent time with you and made sure that others didn't take advantage of your kindness

You did the cleaning at the hotel together and you often took care of her. You brought lemonade and snacks when you worked too long, you chatted a lot and you listened to her. Niffty told you a lot, although some of the things she said made you feel a little uneasy

Niffty directly told you that you were too kind and you should have been more strict with others so that they would not take advantage of your kindness. At such moments, you would tell her with a soft smile that if everyone was harsh and cruel, there would be no hope left. Niffty snorted every time and said that then she would be harsh instead of you

Despite the fact that sometimes Niffty could scare, you were still friends. You cherished her and your friendship. You took care of each other and Niffty knew she could trust you. You were one of the closest people to her and she was glad that she had a friend like you

🃏 Husk x fem!Reader 🥃

Husk was not the friendliest person. He was rude, said what he thought and didn't seem like someone who had friends. You saw it perfectly well, but you still tried to communicate with him and called him your friend, to which Husk usually snorted irritably or rolled his eyes

You often sat at the bar with him. Husk didn't send you away. He watched you make small handmade gifts, including for him. You always tried to do something for others, you were caring and kind, even too kind for someone who lived in Hell

Husk denied that you were friends, but he looked out for you. He knew that Hell was full of those who wanted to take advantage of your kindness, so he didn't let those who wanted to trick you do it. You knew about it, but you didn't tell him so as not to embarrass him

You knew that Husk was kind deep down and responded to him with kindness. You cherished him and your friendship and tried to take care of him as much as he allowed you to. You didn't want to violate his boundaries. You took care of each other as much as you could

💣 Cherri Bomb x fem!Reader 🍒

Cherri often got into fights and adventures. But when she needed peace, she came to you. You were friends, even though you were very different. You were kind, caring, and you tried your best to help others. Including friend, in the person of Cherri

You often treated her wounds, helped her when she was hungover, and the doors of your house were always open for her. Cherri appreciated your friendship and helped you as much as she could. When she found out that someone was trying to harm you, she protected you. Cherri wasn't going to let anyone hurt her friend

When Cherri found out that Angel started living in a hotel, she suggested that you start living there too, because you would be safe in a hotel. At least it's safer than outside the hotel. Cherri wasn't going to force you, but if you had stayed at the hotel, she would have been less worried about whether you were okay

You and Cherri took care of each other, you trusted each other with secrets and knew that you had each other. Your friendship was strong despite all the difficulties that Hell arranged for you and you were sure that together you could cope with any difficulty

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #Charlie Morningstar #Charlie Morningstar x Reader #Vaggie #Vaggie x Reader #Angel Dust #Angel Dust x Reader #Alastor #Alastor x Reader #Niffty #Niffty x Reader #Husk #Husk x Reader #Cherri Bomb #Cherri Bomb x Reader

[jgracie]

I KNOW YOU

masterlist | rules

❝ Hello can you do an Athena! Reader Percy Jackson but completely different than Annabeth she is smart yes but seems dumber than she is. She is a bit of the psychologist if the group she like trying to read other emotion something like that. But this time it was Percy who try to understand her and is like a pillar to her. She is a bit insecure about her being less than others of her half brother and sister but he want to reassure her please. ❞ — @hope92100

pairing percy jackson x athena!reader

in which percy’s here regardless of the pain

warnings feelings of insecurity (? idk if this needs a warning but just in case!!)

an set during mark of athena!!

on the radio . . . i know you (faye webster)

As a daughter of Athena, you’ve always been expected to know everything. Whilst others had powers of chlorokinesis or an innate ability to heal, your strength was meant to be your wit. And for the most part, that was true - Athena’s kids have always been the smartest. However, you didn’t feel like you fit in with your half-siblings. No matter what you did, you always felt lesser than them

When you’d first gotten claimed by Athena, you were surprised, but accepted it. You thought maybe the cleverness would kick in now that she recognised you as her daughter, but you stayed the same. Later on, you’d realise that you’ve always had wit, but you were simply absorbing other people’s opinions of you and turning them into your identity. It took you a while to unlearn that habit, but eventually, you did

Your area of expertise has always lied in the feelings of others. Your emotional intelligence is what got you through a lot of life as a demigod, and you had a knack for knowing exactly what a person is going through just by looking at them, always providing comfort and support when needed

Now was one of those times. Your boyfriend, Percy, had been missing for about 6 months, and you were finally about to head off to Camp Jupiter to find him. When you first found out he was gone, you were, of course, devastated. However, you quickly pushed those feelings to the back of your mind once you noticed everyone else. They needed you. So you smiled and you comforted and you told the younger kids of how brave Percy is and how he’ll definitely come back

But to you, it wasn’t enough to just be a shoulder to cry on. When Jason had gotten assigned his first quest, he’d asked Annabeth if she could come along - not you. Despite knowing you’re Percy’s girlfriend, despite knowing that there was a chance of finding him on the quest, he asked Annabeth. You couldn’t help but be a little jealous. Intelligence has always come naturally to your sister and, unlike you, she never doubted herself. She’d rejected his offer, rambling about having her own searches to do, but you saw the pitiful look she cast you

Then, while everyone was preparing to head for San Francisco, you could do nothing but guide them through their emotions and make sure they were all mentally prepared for the voyage. Again, it wasn’t enough. Annabeth was doing research on the Romans with the help of Jason. Leo was building a whole ship. What were you doing? 

Being in Percy’s arms again for the first time in half a year, you never felt more complete. Your boy was back home to you. Deep down, however, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. He’d remembered you, out of anyone in his life, you’re the only one who stuck. You didn’t deserve that title, not after you barely did anything to help find him. So, you distanced yourself. Surely, he’d be fine without you

Wrong. Percy noticed. Even though you’d been apart for so long, he’d never not notice any shift in your mood or behaviour. Your very being was etched into his brain. He could point you out in a room full of people without any of his senses. To him, you were akin to the very ocean that ran through his veins. In the end, he’d always gravitate towards you. No matter what. While you pulled away, he tried to tug you towards him

When he’d asked Annabeth if something had happened while he was gone, she’d told him no, and that you were probably just overwhelmed by it all. He tried to accept that, but he just couldn’t. He knew there was more to your situation

That very night, Tyche seemed to be smiling down at him, as he was fortunate enough to finally be able to speak with you alone. You were on the night shift, keeping watch in case any monsters decided to attack. Percy had woken with a start and itched to breathe in the salty air of the sea. When he came above deck, he was surprised to see you, having completely forgotten the schedule everyone agreed on

“Hey Y/N,” he said, startling you as he came over to stand next to you. You’d simply been staring up at the night sky, deep in thought, when your boyfriend showed up

Unable to hold his gaze, you replied, “hi Percy… how are you?” 

He entertained your question, knowing the best way to get you to talk about your feelings is if he created an easy-going environment first. So, Percy told you all about what he’d been up to. His quest with Frank and Hazel, Octavian the teddy bear assassin augur, and the city of New Rome - where he wanted to grow old with you. Next thing you knew, you were laughing as if he were never gone

Once your giggles had died down, Percy asked the question that’d been weighing on his mind, “how are you, sweets? And don’t even try to tell me you’re fine because I know something’s up. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide from Percy any longer. As he held you in his arms, you spilled your deepest insecurities to him. How you felt absolutely useless in the months leading up to your departure from New York, which in turn led you to feel undeserving of his love. With every word, Percy felt the crack in his heart grow deeper and deeper. He never wanted you to feel this way. He wished nothing more than to have been there with you, to have talked your feelings out with you

Pressing a kiss into your hair, he said, “you’re not useless, Y/N. I don’t care what you think, I’m telling you now - you’re not useless. I’d say it for an eternity if that’s how long it’ll take for you to believe it. Do you really think we would’ve gotten this far without you? Honey, if you weren’t part of this quest, I’d still be wandering around Camp Jupiter thinking about when I’d get to see you again.”

You felt tears brim in your eyes and as Percy tenderly wiped them away, you realised he was right. Sure, you hadn’t helped Annabeth learn about the Romans very much, but when she broke down after being hunched over conjugations of different Latin verbs, you’d been there with a blanket and a cup of tea, reminding her that she didn’t need to be perfect and that the people of New Rome probably spoke English anyway. And when Leo was accused of betraying everyone by firing on New Rome, you’d defended him without hesitation, stopping the quest from failing before it even started. You also taught Piper how to properly use her knife instead of just stabbing everywhere and hoping for the best, and had given Leo the idea to take some plates from camp so that food wouldn’t be a worry

Percy stared down at you, and smiled when he noticed your shoulders relax and your eyes begin to droop, a clear sign of the multitude of nights you’d spent restless

There was nothing Hera could possibly do to separate the two of you again

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson #percy jackson x fem reader #pjo #pjo x reader #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson drabble #percy jackson x athena reader #percy jackson x daughter of athena #cynwrites

[snvffsoda]

some silly/random headcanons i have for Strade, Ren, and Lawrence!!

i know a lot of people like to think he kidnaps people from the same bar, using the kind of pick up lines, but that wouldn’t be an efficient way to keep the bodies coming, and he knows that, how long until someone catches him dragging an unconscious/unsuspecting person in his car? And makes a call to the police? Strade doesn't take chances, not with the cops, he may be insane, but he's still extremely smart at what he does, he would go out to clubs, late-night parties, concerts, crowded busy areas, anywhere he could slip in and find someone and leave toghther with less caring eyes on him.

has cut his finger while using his power tools and made Ren suck the blood from his finger before, not because he wanted comfort or anything he just wanted to see Ren's sheepish look while he did (Ren enjoyed it too for the blood, albeit nervously)

Strade is a confident, charismatic man, but i still think no matter how hard he tries to hide his sadistic psychotic tendencies, they bleed through him with the way he talks to people, you always get this underlying feeling of unease when he speaks which is why he prefers alcohol to be involved to get his victims, it'd be harder to notice Strade’s eyes staring just a little too long for comfort when you're 4 shots in

always keeps eye contact, almost to an uncomfortable amount, it feels like he doesn't even blink half the time his stare feels like his eyes are always threatening to pierce your skull open and see what's inside from his gaze alone.

Strade is strong, but he's no amazing fighter, if you're fast enough, and have the intent to win, or to kill him i dont think his brute force and heavy swings will do much plus i think he uses a lot of street fighting tactics ie; slamming, grabbing you and pinning you, using weapons instead of just his fist to his own detriment (and that’s what i think got him killed)

really good at texting, he's very descriptive when he texts almost like you're really speaking to him on the phone or in person, he doesn't use a lot of slang or emoticons, Doesn't abbreviate his words like ‘idk’ ‘wyd’ so on, and lots of Periods. Commas, exclamation points! might reply to something funny he sees with a ‘LOL’ in all caps or ‘😂’ but that's it.

really really wants to learn guitar efficiently, but his claws always cut and get caught on the strings when he tries to play so whenever he does try to play he plays with a pick, he doesn't play the best because of it, it was one of the first things he bought with Strade’s money after he died since Strade didn’t want him to get one because it was ‘too noisy’

avid gamer and discord user to an unhealthy amount, and will spam you with messages when you dont hop on the game he's spam inviting you to play with him

sleeps on Strade’s old shirts and pants and coats, anything to where he can get his scent again in his room will sometimes cry himself to sleep thinking about him when laying on them, muttering to himself how sorry he is for letting him die

he remembers and still can understand basic Japanese formalities and such, he's since tried to relearn his native language online, and he did horribly because he forgot almost everything

sassy, when he's stressed, or angry, he can and will be sarcastic and make sly remarks regarding the situation to you, roll his eyes, cross his arms, mutter to himself, just more on the pouty side when it comes to handling his stress

has a collection of old chew toys, he's torn and bitten through with his fangs when his more animalistic tendencies kick in when he's in heat or just needs to keep his mouth busy

has been sent to psychiatric mental hospitals many times before when he was an adolescent by his family he never made friends or spoke much when he was, he did well, and never caused trouble

he’s fallen asleep while in the bath and somehow hasn't drowned himself hundreds of times he can't help it, it reminds him of the river,,

smoking weed helps him sleep through the day, it keeps him in a deep sleep since he's a light sleeper, so he isn't startled awake by his neighbors stomping about during the day

enjoys horror movies like ‘Jacobs Ladder’ and ‘The Jacket’ movies where the protagonist feels as though they are already dead or trapped in their mind, he relates to that feeling when he watches those films

would definitely be the type to go nonverbal when he is high, resorting to nods and shaking his head to get his point across if he's with you and comfortable around you

hates sweet tea and store-bought tea in general, he hates the way they taste and the texture they leave on his tongue, he prefers making tea himself with his plants and the ingredients he grows

#this my first time ever writing headcanons like this for these characters #and writing headcanons in general #thank you all who voted!! #im sure it's not perfect but please lmk how you feel about them!! #your thoughts and opinions help me explore these characters even more so thank you for reading through through these <3 #snvffsoda #:3 #btd headcanons #btd #btd strade #btd ren #btd lawrence #tpof #btd2 #btd2 headcannons

[kleinv01]

What if…

Mc who’s scared to go out at night because they always get catcalled (Klein figures out when they take a night stroll)

How would Klein handle the situation? ( + maybe also when everyone else finds out too)

://SYSTEM_MESSAGE_ANSWERED !

okay i am feeling very inspired right now so i'll write a short drabble- no proofreading because i;m writing this on the get-go

how would klein handle his darling being catcalled?

Androids possess remarkably sharp memories, storing and processing information in ways distinct from humans.

This puts them at an advantage, making them reliable.

Remembering the faces of those creeps who catcalled you whenever you walk alone at night would be a piece of cake for an android like Klein. After ensuring you're deep in your sleep, he quietly slips out of your bedroom to leave the apartment with an intention to seek out the places where these creeps often lurk, leering at passersby.

Klein wouldn't undertake this mission without cause— it's all for you, his darling. He couldn't care less if even worse things happened to others. All his thoughts are consumed by you, you, and you.

Because if he couldn't protect you, then what kind of boyfriend would he be?

. . .

"Misterrrrrs!"

A clearly forced, strained cheerful greeting rolled off Klein's lips. His tall stature approached the group of catcallers from behind as he waved his hand at them, mock-innocently.

"Stop that, I know you guys do this all night long. Why don't you spend the time doing better things?" Klein stepped forward, his cheery tone mismatching his menacing stare. But before he could voice any more warnings, his collar was grabbed by one of the men.

He scoffed, "What's a tin can like you gonna do about it?"

Klein's expression now tinged with annoyance, although he maintained his smile. "I'm programmed to protect my darling at all costs," he paused. "And I can make myself useful, even as a tin can—"

Refusing to listen to what an android has to say, they proceeded to punch Klein to the ground. His first instinct was to protect himself; but he knew better than to act on that right now. Why should he, when he's already getting what he wants? It's humiliating, yes, but he can endure it. He needs these men to assault him so that he can document this aggression against an android like himself, providing evidence for involving the authorities later.

Androids had protection laws, after all, even if they weren't human beings. And with Klein being Klein, he obviously wouldn't overlook this chance to utilize such protection to his advantage.

Returning home with a worn-out shirt and disheveled hair, Klein would ask you to lay down with him, spoil him and contact the company to replace his ruined outfit shortly. If you do end up asking him what happened, however, Klein would say;

"I just shooed off plenty of creeps! The ones that bothered you the other day. Uh-huh! They're all gone now. They can't keep going around making people feel unsafe, right? I wanted to stop it. The authorities took care of them for us..." Klein giggled and looked at you with pleading eyes,

"I wish I could've done this sooner, but... hehe. I've done it now, so that's all that matters. Please tell me I did a good job!"

#://about_klein #in all honesty klein WOULD kill but he had to hold himself back #work smarter not harder #LOL #://klein v.0.1_writings #yandere x darling

[psuedosugu]

thinking about premature death! suguru with a reader who’s constantly worked to the point of exhaustion with all of the missions they’re sent on….

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

୨୧・you don’t say it out loud but suguru can tell you’re exhausted

୨୧・the higher ups have been working you to the bone, sending you on mission after mission, back to back, each one increasingly harder than the last.

୨୧・he can see how the lights in your eyes, which used to be so full of hope, are slowly starting to diminish, how you respond slower, how you’re less energetic, how you’re like a shell of who you once were.

୨୧・and he witnessed, on the nights you arrive late and slip into his dorm, the tears that you shed in his arms.

୨୧・all he wanted was to take you away from all of this, to shield you from anything that could possibly hurt you.

୨୧・over time, suguru started to grow spiteful.

୨୧・”you didn’t deserve this,” he thought to himself. you were the purest, kindest soul he had ever met, so selfless, and that’s what scared him.

୨୧・haibaras death really sunk it in for him, how many others of them would die unnecessarily young to protect people who didn’t even appreciate it?

୨୧・his mind started to run. shoko, satoru, you. you. he couldn’t lose you. he knew you, knew you would give up your life for those…..monkeys in a heart beat. they didn’t deserve it, he thought.

୨୧・he would often find himself lost in these thoughts, so full of hate, until you were able to bring him back down to earth with that tooth-rottingly sweet smile of yours, and the way you whispered his name, “suguru?”

୨୧・his hatred for non-sorcerers didn’t waver though, and theres no way you could’ve predicted or stopped what he did next.

୨୧・”He killed a whole village of people. We’re pretty sure no one was left alive and that he killed his parents too,” is what gojo told you.

୨୧・at first, you denied it. no. no, he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t, but when you started to piece it all together, the weird questions about cursed energy and the origins of curses, the strange ‘jokes’ he would make about non-sorcerers being a burden to society, you understood now.

୨୧・you were laying on the floor of your dorm room, tears streaking your face, when you heard a bang come from your window, and in came suguru, with the slight scent of iron.

୨୧・you didn’t know what to say, you could really only stare. “….suguru?” you said, waiting for him to say something to make this all make sense, that he was framed or something.

୨୧・instead, he told you about his ideas, about how non-sorcerers were the cause of society’s suffering and how they needed to be eradicated, and about his ideas of a new world.

୨୧・his ideas sounded so far fetched that you could only stare at him with…..confusion? anger? sadness? you weren’t sure.

୨୧・you knew for sure that you weren’t going to turn him in,and definitely that you wouldn’t kill him. you couldn’t. you loved him.

୨୧・and then he proposed something.

୨୧・”come with me,” he said. “and you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore.”

୨୧・you found yourself facing the hardest decision you had ever had to make, life as your knew it, or the man you love and the chance to be free?

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

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[romanarose]

Love and Friendship

Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: Joel drives you and you friends home.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and getting drunk, brief mention of cheating and bad relationship not with reader or Joel, but her friend. Joel being respectful as hell.

Immersivity: Reader is fem and drinks

Written for the @swiftiscruff fic exchange! This is dedicated to every single one of the people in my RomanaVerse discourd server, in no particular order.

Lila, Angie, Kit, Kate, Katie, May, Tara, Winnie, Alicia, Del, Whitney, Dolli, Fen, Haru, Ivy, Mickyla, Pimo, Soup, Olive. Thank you to all you guys who have been supporting my work for years or few weeks. I love you all. If i somehow missed your name its just bc im silly i swear.

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“JOOOOOOOOOOOEL!!!!”

Joel had to pull the phone away from his head as you screamed over the thumping sounds of the club. He hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. While you were out with friends, he had spent the evening and into the warm summer night Sarah’s room putting in a built-in bookshelf. She was on a trip with his parents for a few weeks and wanted to surprise her when she got back. Sarah always wanted a built-in bookshelf. 

“Shit! I’m so sorry darl’n!” Joel ran down the stairs, shoving his feet into his shoes and grabbing his keys. “I lost track of time, I’ll be there in 10!”

Joel was supposed to pick you up at 1 AM from the bar. It was 1:53, and he wouldn’t get there until the bar closed. 

“It’s okay baby!” you didn’t sound peeved at all. “But could we maybe drop off my friends too? Since we’re out anyway?”

He hopped into his car. “Yeah, of course baby, of course. Just stand outside once they close up, don’t talk to no one and don’t go near any cars. Make sure Angie doesn’t wander off with no one.”

You promised to stay on the phone with him until he got there. Joel didn’t like you leaving the bars on your own, too many freaks and perverts out there.

Joel pulled up to find you with your friends standing by the building, and he got out to open the door for you and them. “Sorry the back’s a little messy, ladies, work truck and all- hold on.” As you got in the front, Joel got a blanket from the black and laid it over the seats “There, less dirty.”

Angie, Kat and Lana all thanked Joel, and climbed in the back. 

While Joel drove to Lana and Kat’s, you talked to you rfriends about the night. 

“I can’t believe you danced with him Ang, what the fuck. He cheated on you three times.”

“I knoooooowwww!” She giggled. “But he’s sooooooo cute!!!”

Kat rolled her eyes with a smile. “Girl he looks like a grown up Big Mouth guy.”

“Nick Kroll?”

“What? No. Like the cartoon guy grown up.”

“Yeah, the weird Big Mouth kid was modeled after Nick Kroll so that’s just Nick Kroll? And he’s hot??”

Kat groaned, sinking down into their seat. “No, not Nick Kroll, the one voiced by John Mul- wait, you think Nick Kroll is hot?”

The conversation continued with Angie trying to justify how she wants to give Jake ‘Just one more chance!’

Finally, you turn to Joel. “What do you think, baby?”

Joel sighed, and shifted in his seat a bit. “Well, it ain’t none of my business, and I shouldn’t really git involved…”

You smile at your boyfriend. “But you have an opinion anyway.”

With a good natured huff, he lets it out. “It’s just that Angie, I think you’re a nice gal, and if I may, respectfully, easy on the eyes and I think you could do better than a 30 year old still trying to get his rap career off the ground and looks like a naked mole rat.”

The truck erupted in laughter, including Angie,at Joel’s half-roast, half compliment, and he smiled softly. He liked your friends, and he wanted them to like him too.

*

First up was Kat and Lana. Lana was quite drunk so Joel put the truck in park and helped Kat take her girlfriend inside. Once through the door and up the stairs and safe, Joel said goodnight and locked the door as he left.

Angie was asleep by the time he was back.

“She alright?” He asked about your best friend. 

You mumbled, tired but with a smile. You had a great night, and loved your friends very, very much. “Yeah, she didn’t drink that much. She’s just not used to being up this late”

Joel hummed in recognition. “That’s right, she works the early shift. She’s probably up at like what, 4 AM?”

Turning to him with a bright smile, you giggle a bit. “How do you remember that?”

He shrugged, not thinking much of it. “Angie’s usually the first to leave, so it makes sense.”

You can’t help beam at him, streetlights periodically illuminating his pretty face, strong nose, full cheeks. Your friends mattered to you, them and Joel and Sarah were your everything. So many times, you hear of women whose friends hate their man and vice versa, how there was contention. Hell, Angie’s stupid ass ex never wanted her to hang out with your girlfriends, saying you and them were bad influences, accusing Kat and Lana of trying to sleep with her, etc etc etc. Joel was never like that. 

From the beginning, Joel was respectful, kind, and welcoming to your friends and family. They were welcome over any time, and sometimes came over when you weren’t home to wait for you. You trusted them with Joel and Joel with them. He’d always offer to BBQ something on a warm day, or make you drinks. Slowly, as he’s gotten more comfortable, your precious, shy man has been joking around with them, which makes you smile. Joel was more nervous than he let on a lot of the time, hiding his anti-anxiety pills  from you for months after you moved in. Still, he always welcomed your friends and in return they were respectful of his space and self. 

Pulling up to Angie’s, she’s sleeping like a baby.

“You’re gonna have to carry her and put her to bed, ain’t noth’n wake’n her up once she’s out.” You are about asleep yourself, leaning against the window.

Joel bawled. “I can’t do that!”

“Sure you can, have you seen your arms? Jacked.”

“No- I mean-” He sighed. “I can’t take a drunk lady to her bedroom, it’s indecent!”

“Well she ain’t sleep’n in the truck, c’mon I’ll walk with you. 

Joel sighed again but agreed. Walking around the truck, he unbuckled her, scooped her up and carried her to where you opened your door with your spare key. You guided your boyfriend to the bedroom and excused himself to get her water. There was no way you were gonna be able to put her in pj’s by yourself, so you just unzipped her dress to give her room to breathe and took off her strappy heels. You put fuzzy socks on your feet, the aloe infused kind she loved and covered her in her blankets.

A knock on the door. “She decent?”

“Yeah, come on in.”

Joel placed the glass of water and an Advil on the counter and a trash can by the bedside and said he'd be in the living room.

You sit by your friend’s side, just for a moment, stroking her hair, admiring how pretty your friend was. Beautiful woman, beautiful heart. Your best friend. 

She murmured your name. You took the opportunity to sit her up, making sure she drank some water. “Yes babe?”

“I like Joel a lot.” Angie yawned. “You should keep him.”

You chuckled. “He can’t escape me if tried.”

*

Once she was asleep again, you walk out and take Joel’s hand, wrapping your arms to hang off his. Joel opens the door for you, and you slide into the middle of the seat, snug against him when he gets in the driver’s side.

“Seatbelt.” He reminded you, you mutter ‘blah blah blah’ but he reaches over you and straps you in.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, darl’n.”

You drive down the road, Joel taking the long way home just so you could watch the night sky together. His truck rumbled and vibrated and bounced, but his arm around your shoulder steadied you.

“They like you a lot. My friends.”

“I like them too. And baby, I ain’t try’n.”

You look up at him. “Hm?”

“To escape.” Joel kissed your forehead tenderly. “Heard what you said to Angie, and I ain’t trying to escape. Not in a million years.”

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due to everything happening, this will be my last fic for a little. If you know my other writing formates, I will be updating there a bit here and there but with everything going on I think it's best to keep things quiet for a min. the timing is fitting, as I have a lot of projects to do before school finals.

Then, I'll be backand raring to go again! I think a break will do me good.

I love you all dearly!

No tags bc given everything, I don't wanna draw attention from myself to anyone else. Don't feel like you gotta reblog this one, I would suggest you don't to avoid the heat.

Hugs, and thank you to everyone whose supported my writing for the last 3 years.

#PPCUGiftExchange2024 #Joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fic #joel the last of us #joel x reader

[blarshwritezz]

Yandere Idol x Fan Reader

Male Yan x gn reader

TW - general yandere behavior, captivity, killing

Idol!Yan was used to being in the limelight. Ever since he was a child people fawned over what a pretty young boy he was and how much talent he had.

Idol!Yan has been in countless failed relationships, usually with other celebrities. Idols, actors, musicians, influencers, even a free of his team members despite the scandals. None of them were up to his standards, however.

Idol!Yan never thought he'd find the love of his life in the front row of one of his concerts. You weren't special, why was he so attracted to you?

Idol!Yan sent his security to tell you that you had won a special prize and would get to go backstage in order to meet him. That wasn't the case at all however. He was curious. He needed to know why you caught his eye.

Idol!Yan was even more enamoured seeing you in more proper lighting. He was used to getting what he wanted, so he knew he would have you.

Idol!Yan started producing more love songs and holding special giveaways. Of course he always rigged it so you would win. One time you won a date with him, even.

Idol!Yan used that as his way to keep meeting you. You sometimes catch him just staring at you and practically drooling. He took every chance he could to touch you, to feel your pretty body beneath his hands...

Idol!Yan learned more and more about you every day. He'd stalk your social media profiles, checking at least every hour to make sure he wasn't missing anything.

Idol!Yan finally got you to be his partner. Finally you were really his! And he would never let you go...

Idol!Yan soon realized, however, that he should have kept your relationship a secret. The world instantly had its eyes on you. But you were his! No one else should even look at you!

Idol!Yan would rarely let you leave his house after he got you to move in with him. He couldn't stand the idea of the paparazzi seeing you. Or worse, all the people sending you so much hate...

Idol!Yan took away all your internet access. You didn't deserve to say all the mean things those awful heathens were saying about you. Saying your just a whore who wormed their way into his life...

Idol!Yan started returning home later and later. You thought he might be cheating on you, but he'd never! He was simply killing those trolls taking care of business.

Idol!Yan caught you trying to escape him once. Against his better judgement, he had to show you the news of how many people were being killed so brutally lately. He didn't show. You all the details of course, your eyes shouldn't have to see such gruesome things. Didn't you see though? The world was much too dangerous for you. You had to stay here in his home with all this advanced security so you could be safe.

Idol!Yan didn't ever let you leave. He even chained you up. Don't worry though, he'll take excellent care of you.

Less gooo another yan for my collection

#x reader #yandere x reader #blarsh writes #yandere #yandere idol #idol yandere #male yandere #male x reader #gender neutral reader #yandere x you

[menacing-menace-rat]

Can I get platonic yandere headcanons for all of the founding members of the Justice League?

I definitely can! Also sorry it took me so long to get to this. I'm still learning about how the inbox stuff works.

I'm going to have to make this in parts because it's alot to look at with all 7 members. This is part 1 of ?

I'm gonna use the founding members from the animated universe. More members and I love Martian Manhunter. If you were looking for the Snyder universe let me know and I'll edit the post and add Cyborg for you. 🤗

Warnings: kidnapping, gaslighting, obsessive behavior, general yandere creep stuff.

Platonic yandere justice league members part 1

Superman

You were a scientist at LexCorp

After some questionable experiments you knew you had to blow the whistle

So you went to the Daily Planet.

That's where it all stared.

So smart with a kind heart, how could he not protect you?

He's deluded himself completely.

He can't see how he can be the villain in anyone's story let alone yours.

He's very aware of his own strength thankfully.

You are more of a risk to yourself than he is. At least physically 👀

You'd be moved to a farmhouse almost right away.

When it comes to kidnapping you, he has no self control, it's near instant.

he knows how fragile humans are and he refuses to take any chances.

No matter how much you pleaded with him it was no use.

He was the only one who could help you and stop Lex.

This man has a scary amount of patience. No amount of hitting or screaming is going to set him off.

He will subconsciously prolong any solution that would make Lex and his people less of a threat to you.

He'd insist on sharing a bed. If he was anyone else you'd be worried he would try something.

If he wanted that kind of thing from you, you knew he could just make you.

So you were pretty sure whatever this was it was at least a platonic infatuation.

At night he'd hold you so tight it was difficult to move.

A physical reminder of what you already felt inside, trapped.

There was no escaping that farm. Anywhere in the city he could hear you.

He'd hear the front door open or your panting as you tried to run for the nearest road.

He wouldn't allow any kind of phones or computers in the house.

Why would he? Need help? He'll be there faster than any cop. You are lonely? That's fine he'd love to have hour long talks about anything you want.

Batman

Your best bet is to play along for years maybe. How ever long it takes for him to maybe let you make a grocery run alone.

He found you on the streets. Maybe it was your sad eyes or your dirty face but he knew he had to take you in.

He'd tell himself he could help you learn to fight. That you'd make a great Robin.

Deep down he knew he'd never let you fight in any way.

He's not like Superman. He knows how much he cares for you is unhealthy. He knows it's wrong to take you in and effectively trap you in a huge manor but what else can he do?

He is a world class manipulator. He also has far less patience then Superman.

Too many escape attempts and he's going to make a plan.

He'd go as far as to allow you to "escape". Only to orchestrate some horrible traumatic event so he can find you and save you all over again.

Depending on how strong willed you were the worst it would be.

It was twisted and horrible but he almost craved reassuring you.

He loved your tears so long as they weren't for a real reason.

Bruce kept a tight lid on his emotions. You'd never see him lose it. He'd never show he was upset with you.

Despite this being a very unconventional child/parent relationship his go to punishment is normally grounding and lost of privileges.

You'd be home schooled of course.

He isn't all that hands on unsurprisingly.

He'd ask one of the other kids to keep en eye on you or even another justice league members.

Asking them for help wouldn't work.

The kids are on board with Bruce. Even if they weren't what could they do?

As for the other JL members he'd tell them you were mentally ill and confused.

He'd get his colleagues/friends admiration for being so selfless by raising a sick child and you'd just look crazy.

Bruce is not known for his affection but he does try.

If you are crying or screaming he might try and comfort you with a hug or by rubbing your back.

He's not the best at comforting words either but his little acts of kindness are where he shines

He'd do his best to make most of your days as structured and predictable as possible.

You'd be kept in the best health imaginable. whether you liked it or not.

Anything you can ask for he'd give you, so long as you don't ask for freedom.

He even makes time to tuck you in every night no matter your age.

If he has time he might even read to you.

You probably are never getting free of him and his kids but your best bet would be utilize the uncontrollable.

Batman is a planner. He likes to be able to predict things.

Try and wait till something goes majorly wrong.

All of Arkhams prisoners being released or an alien invasion are your only chances of slipping out of that place. You'd only get one shot though.

Diana isn't crazy right off the bat.

Wonder Woman

(This one might be the only non gender neutral one.)

You were an anthropologist given the rare opportunity to study the amazonians from the island of Themyscira.

She is cool under pressure and isn't easily impressed.

After so long of staying there she'd start to feel like you were her sister.

But once she's invested in you there is no going back.

She would follow you back to whatever city you called home.

She isn't shy about her sisterly love for you. There would be no mind games with her.

She respects you too much for that.

She is so direct about it she would likely just tell you, you were going to go back to the island with her and be with her forever.

Depending on your reaction towards her directness she may not even make you.

She might be okay with you just visiting. For a while at least.

She's confident and self assured.

If you liked being around her as much as she likes being around you things would be easy.

If not life was going to be hard and potentially painful.

Rejecting her affection and forthcomingness will break her heart.

She would blame herself and work to be better.

Unfortunately being better to her means giving you even less space.

She'd make you come back with her.

An island full of tall strong women all who listen to Diana's will.

You are not escaping.

She is near impossible to trick twice if you have already tried to get away from her.

That being said it wouldn't be all that bad.

She would be painfully gentle with you. So long as you just listen.

You are her little sister after all.

She differs from Kent and Bruce in a big way.

She would train you, she is pragmatic and understands one day she may not be there to protect you.

Long and rigorous training sessions would be the norm for a while.

On Themiscyra you'd have much more freedoms. You would even be able to walk around alone if you showed you can handle it.

Your happiness is her second priority after your safety.

She'd being you anything you wanted from your part of the world.

She would like for you to participate in amazonian traditions and customs but she'd never make you. Even if she wants to sometimes

She'd relish in watching you acclimate to her world.

She would insist her sisters treat you with the love and respect she feels you deserve.

Your only hope of escape would be to somehow get off the island and disappear.

Nothing sort of complete disappearance would work. If she ever caught you again you wouldn't be leaving that island for a second time.

More to come hopefully soon. There will be 2 or 3 parts in total not sure yet. Hope you enjoyed!

#dc comics #headcanon #platonic yandere #superman #batman #wonder woman #justice league

[yoonia]

the bedroom hymns ● chapter xvii

⟶ Chapter summary | After failing to gain favours from Lady Laurel to help you with your magic, you try to find other ways to get what you want while you have the chance to. The last thing you had ever expected is to gain what you have been seeking of from an unlikely source who is willing to risk it all for you.  

⟶ Title | The Bedroom Hymns: a Bluebeard’s twist ⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader  ⟶ Genre | Fairy Prince!Yoongi, Crown Princess!reader, Fantasy AU, Fairy Tale retelling ⟶ Word count | 5,708 words ⟶ Ratings | PG-13, +18 / M for Mature for future chapters; include mentions of medical terms, fantasy magic and spells.  ⟶ Story Masterlist: The Bedroom Hymns | ⤎ previous chapter | next chapter ⇢ ⟶ Main Masterlist | Mailbox | Taglist | Feedback | Music Playlist | Ko-fi

chapter xvii. divulgence

Once your tutoring hours with Lady Laurel is over, Lord Gordan enters the library to fill in the final tutoring hours of the day with his lessons in defence and royal principles. 

However, since your physical condition is yet to be fit enough for any rigorous activities, he had instead decided to bring out the textbooks and help you run through everything that you have learned from your lessons so far. 

Still having a foul mood after your last conversation with Lady Laurel, while still feeling lightheaded after spending hours staring at the flickering flames of the candles used for your practice, you initially feel unenthusiastic about getting into the next lecture. The candles have now been set aside, with most of the ones used already burned in half. Leaving behind the mere scent of burnt wax and lavender, a faint sight of smoke still swirling around the burnt wicks, and your dwindling resolve thanks to the lack of clear result from the practice. 

But the moment Lord Gordan begins talking about the statute of territorial defence and the royal orders that you would need to learn by heart—in the rare case that you are needed to take over the King’s duty to protect the empire—you are taken back to the conversation you had with Yoongi the other day. 

You are suddenly reminded of his story; about the kingdoms that are believed to have utilised powerful protection spells to secure their home territories and the people within from any kind of harm coming their way. Be it in the form of an outside threat or something that comes from within. Just like what had happened to the King back at The Citadel. 

You carefully bring this up to Lord Gordan, claiming that you had simply read about this in one of the books of magic theories and practices that your tutors have been making you read throughout the weeks you spent learning from them, and you have grown curious about these spells.

Bringing this matter seems to have caught Lord Gordan by surprise, judging by the flicker of amusement you see briefly appearing in his gaze. It is quite subtle, and you would have missed it if you haven’t been so accustomed to Lord Gordan’s stoic expression when he is on duty, or when he is dictating the law and regulations of the empire, and perhaps even when he is observing you in your lessons in royal etiquette with Nanny Abigail.

But at the same time, it is quite obvious that he is also pleased that you would talk about this matter with him, much less for you to mention about your concern in protecting the people of the empire. You can see it through the spark of amusement growing in his eyes while he is listening to you speak up your mind. 

Reaching out to pick up one of the magic books that Lady Laurel has left behind after the previous lecture, Lord Gordan flips through the book before stopping at a certain page. He slowly places the book back down to show its content to you, and then starts rubbing at the thin beard growing on his jawline as he leans back in his seat. 

“The use of magic as a form of defence is something that has been done for centuries,” he says, while you peruse the opened page of the book to see an entire page filled with enchantments, theories of magical spells, their different purposes and how to conjure them, with half of the texts written in ancient tongue—the old language that you are still struggling to learn. 

Lord Gordan continues to speak, explaining some of the spells that are written in the book and how to read them, when your gaze stops at the part which mentions about the protection spells similar to what you were talking about. Seeing them mentioned here so clearly quickly sparks your interest that you straighten up in your seat to get a better look at the texts. 

If there had been any doubt about this type of magic when you first heard of it from Yoongi, it has certainly evaporated the moment you are seeing it with your own eyes. Granted, they are merely written in theories, but the more you read, the more clues you are getting about the spells and how they work, it becomes an eye opening moment that you just cannot stop reading about them.

Even more so when you come to the part of the text explaining how the spells could be altered depending on the one casting them. That they could be used to either protect a vast territory to a single person, even to protect something as small and trivial as a piece of jewellery.  

“I’m going to assume that it would need a powerful mana to be able to cast such a spell to protect an entire territory as vast as the territories under Nythelean Empire, or to simply protect the entire empire as it is,” you cautiously wonder as you lean back in your seat, staring straight at the royal aide as you question him further, 

“Could it be that the same applies to our territory then? Are Nythelean Empire and all the territories under the King’s ruling all protected by the same kind of spell? Lady Laurel spoke of magic that is protecting the castle, so I know that there is magic existing in every corner of the castle.”

A look of pride manifests on Lord Gordan’s face. “Yes, that is correct, Your Highness. Every single territory under the empire is within the protection of the spell.” 

“But the empire is spread so wide, if we are to include The Citadel, the home castle, and the surrounding territories as well. Who would be strong enough to cast the spells, then?” you ask him, even if deep down, you can roughly guess who might have been capable enough to be casting these powerful spells. 

Perhaps a part of you is still in denial, unable to believe that a single person would be capable of casting such a spell, something that is strong enough for it to stretch far and away, not only to cover a vast territory such as the Stargrave Castle and its surrounding areas, but also beyond, crossing over different realms to have the outer lands of the empire protected just as well. 

You make yourself believe that there is a group of powerful mages receiving the King’s command to conjure such a spell to protect his empire, until Lord Gordan calmly answers, disrupting your beliefs by saying, 

“His Majesty himself casted the spells to protect us all.”

This time, you are the one who is caught by surprise. Although, the thought of your father using his magic to protect the empire shouldn’t be too surprising to hear, not after what you have witnessed and learned for yourself to know what the King seems to be capable of. The magic portals, the disguises, and the ability to be in different places in a short amount of time. Finding the vast spread of farmland within a territory under a different kingdom which he secretly owns, and recalling what the history books have written about your father’s journey in establishing the empire also help you to believe that when it comes to the King, anything is possible. 

But then a new wave of uncertainty comes to you the more you think about your father and his supposedly powerful magic. 

You cannot help but recall Lady Laurel’s words—both from today’s lecture and from the letters that she had sent to you while you were indisposed—of how she talked about the possibility that your magic may be similar to the King’s. Something that she had deduced after observing the possibility that your illness may have been caused by the fact that your mana was responding to the King’s magic that is present within the home castle. 

Is it really possible that you may have such a powerful magic inside you as well? 

The idea makes your head spin. Because it seems too inconceivable for you to gain such a strong mana inside you, when you could barely contain the raw energy that you have encountered since the day you started living in this castle. 

As if it isn’t enough for you to deal with, already finding it hard to process all of this new information, Lord Gordan takes it a step further as he continues to say, “The King has been doing so for a long time, for as long as the empire exists and even before, when he first protected the land to begin building his new home. It is something that many other rulers have done to protect their kingdoms, and just like other Kings and Queens, the task of using their magic to protect the empire should be passed on to the direct heir of the throne.” 

Lord Gordan levels his gaze to yours when he later adds, ”And that person is none other than you, Your Highness.” 

In contrary to the prideful look that he is giving you, the only thing you feel is the weight of responsibility that you suddenly have to carry with you, leaving you with a sense of uneasiness and a tightness in your chest that makes it hard for you to breathe. 

To think that you have been so unknowingly carrying such a force inside you, yet you have no  knowledge about it nor the power to control it. Unsurprisingly, it makes you feel wary. Having such an unidentified force inside your body doesn’t seem to be something that you can take lightly. But knowing this only gives you more reason not to remain idle about it. It makes you feel even more curious than ever before about your magic. 

You want to learn more. You want to be able to see it. And you also wonder if you would one day be strong enough to harness your magic and to do exactly what your father has done.

With this idea running through your head, you find yourself confiding in Lord Gordan, expressing your thoughts and feelings, your curiosity, and also the disappointment that you still feel for not being able to gain Lady Laurel’s guidance to help uncover your magic. You cannot help but also open up about the questions that are filling your head right now about your magic.

What does it do? 

What kind of form does it take once unleashed? 

Why is it locked? What should you do to be able to unlock it? 

Has it always been there all along, or does being in this realm had somehow triggered it from blooming, and will you ever have the chance to use it in the future?

Much to your surprise, Lord Gordan seems to be more open to listen to your concerns. While rubbing his thin beard, he begins murmuring something about different ways that you could possibly try to unlock your magic—while insinuating that he is interested in helping to guide you through it. 

“Lady Laurel’s practices would have been able to help unlock your magic, if only you are made to focus on releasing it and opening up your mana instead of simply manifesting it into a flowing energy which remains inside your body,” Lord Gordan calmly says, his gaze suddenly turning sharp as he adds, “But it wouldn’t be fair to say that her practices had been without a purpose or positive results.” 

“What does that mean?” you wonder. 

Lord Gordan hums softly. “I could tell, just by looking at you right now, the changes that have occurred ever since you started the magic lessons with Lady Laurel. It seems to me that her practices may have helped sharpen your senses. That’s the one change that I’ve felt the most,” he explains. “And if I may guess, you may have started to feel a connection with your mana, detecting its presence inside you even if you haven’t been able to manipulate it in its full form.” 

His startling deduction leaves you speechless. 

As neither of your other tutors have been able to notice any changes or progress that have happened ever since you learned how to manifest your mana the way you have been using it, you haven’t thought of the possibility that Lord Gordan—the King’s aide who you have rarely spent time with outside of his lectures, unlike the way you are with Nanny Abigail—would be able to notice something like this simply by observing you closely.

“Perhaps I can help you with it,” Lord Gordan suddenly suggests, just as an uneasy feeling sets in. 

“Help me with—unlocking my mana?” 

Lord Gordan shakes his head. “I’m afraid I am not adept enough with that matter, Your Highness. Nor am I confident enough to go against His Majesty’s order to keep myself from meddling with your magic lessons,” he says, with a cryptic smile and an unreadable glint coming out through his gaze which reminds you too much of the look that Yoongi gave you when he first coaxed you into revealing your magic.

“Of course, the safest solution would be to wait until His Majesty returns and guides you through it himself, assuming that the King is the only one who truly understands about the mana which you had inherited both from His Majesty and the late Queen, and how to control your mana once it is unleashed. But it doesn’t mean that we should wait until then to learn how to manipulate your mana into a different kind of energy. It may help to prepare yourself to deal with your magic before it is awakened completely.” 

A small grin escapes you just as you are starting to feel hopeful. “Does that mean you’re going to teach me how to cast a spell? Or maybe use this little mana I have to maybe hypnotise my guards, or my governess maybe, just so I could have a free time?” 

Lord Gordan barks out a laugh. His smile turns cryptic once again once he sobers up. “Something like that,” he says. 

“And this is something that wouldn’t force you to break His Majesty’s rules?” 

With a soft chuckle, Lord Gordan leans closer. “I can only hope that by guiding you through this, His Majesty himself would be grateful in the end that I have chosen to meddle even when I shouldn’t,” he continues, and when he notices that he may have only left you confused with his words, he carries on to ask, “I was informed by the royal physician about your condition. He mentioned that your exhaustion may have come from having your mana drained quite rapidly. Have you any idea what may have been the cause?”

Your mouth opens and closes as you silently ponder how to answer. How are you supposed to explain the real reason why you have been draining up your mana without telling him about your father’s magic portals? 

But wait, as someone who knows the ins and outs of the empire, and also the one responsible of taking care of the castle in His Majesty’s absence, does he really not know about the portals? 

“I, uh—I’m afraid I don’t have a clue,” you choose to answer, unable to tell just yet if he is trustworthy. But the dubious look that he is giving you makes you doubt if he truly believes anything that you just said. 

“Hmmm, I see,” Lord Gordan softly hums while once again rubbing at his beard, a habit that you have noticed to appear whenever he is in deep thought.  

“There are a myriad of reasons that may have caused a person’s mana to be drained and exhausted. Much like yours did,” he calmly continues, showing no sign of having any curiosity about your latest—and without a doubt, quite risky—activities. 

“Seeing that you are still adjusting with this realm, I am not entirely surprised that you are now facing the consequences from having to encounter new things. The different mana and overflowing energy that exist in your surroundings, the flow of magic, everything that you never once had to face.” 

“Lady Laurel mentioned that perhaps being within a place where magic exists had woken up the magic I have inside me too abruptly, and I wasn’t ready for it,” you wonder loudly, referring to another part of her letter where she talked about the possible reasons why you fell ill. “And since I had no control of it, it made it possible for the new energy I had to be drained out.” 

Lord Gordan lets out a soft hum. “Back when you were living in The Citadel, have you ever felt something similar to this? The kind of exhaustion that left you feeling listless?” 

Holding back a smile, you question him back with a tease, “Like something was sucking my soul? Yes, I think I have. It didn’t feel as intense as what I felt for the past few days, however.” Looking back now, you have experienced a few occasions where you experienced unexplainable fatigue, something that even the royal physician working at The Citadel could never account for.

With a smile, Lord Gordan explains calmly, “With the lack of presence and knowledge of magic at The Citadel, any form of mana exhaustion that happened to you then would only be interpreted as any regular physical exhaustion. You may have felt too tired, too sleepy, without any thought of it having anything to do with your declining mana.” 

Lord Gordan pauses, giving you a moment to take this all in before continuing, “The only difference you have now is that your self-awareness of magic has made you more sensitive to the declining mana as it happens.” 

Your eyes grow wide, surprised to how his theory makes perfect sense. You remember how often you had ever felt similar to what he had just described. The only difference would be the fact that instead of having your mana drained by your father’s suspicious portals, you had only felt this way after spending an entire day with your father, or when you were dealing with your royal duties under Nanny Abigail’s guidance. 

“Can you think of the reason why you would feel drained back then?” 

“I can’t really explain it. Mostly, it would happen after I spent my day doing my royal duties, or—” you sigh as you remember the days you spent at The Citadel, the long afternoons filled with lessons and duties, before you would join your father in the training field. “In the afternoon, I would spend a few hours training with my father or with the royal knights. My father, he insisted that I should learn some skills in swordsmanship and martial arts, so I would be able to defend myself if needed, whether I would protect myself with weapons or my own bare hands.” 

After listening to what you have to share, Lord Gordan falls silent for a moment. The sparkle in his eyes almost seems to grow brighter. As if the piece of information that you had just given him has all the answers that he has been seeking ever since you began talking about all of this. 

“That would certainly—explain everything,” you hear him murmur to himself. 

Tilting your head, you look at him closely to question, “What do you mean? What are you thinking?” 

The smile that appears on Lord Gordan’s face is different, almost warm, as he openly shares his assessment. “I have reasons to believe that His Majesty hasn’t truly been denying you the chance to learn about your magic. As a matter of fact, it seems to me that he had already started preparing you to harness your magic even before His Majesty finally decided to bring you back to the home castle.”  

“W-what makes you think that?” 

With his hand rubbing lightly at his beard, Lord Gordan explains further, “Judging from what you had just told me, it seems that you were not only training physically through your coaching with the King. I’m quite sure that during your training with His Majesty, he would have used a little bit of his magic to help you get used to dealing with hidden mana or to somewhat awaken your magic. A subtle action that may have gone unnoticed, if only you were to remain in The Citadel instead of being here at Flagon, right where the main source of his magic lies.” 

Taken aback, you are once again left speechless. Just a while ago, you were feeling despondent because of your tutor’s unyielding rejection and your father’s strict rules which have been keeping people from meddling with your magic lessons. 

But what if Lord Gordan is right, and that your initial thought about your father preventing you from harnessing your magic hadn’t been the truth at all? Had he truly been preparing you for it for a long time instead of keeping you away from it? 

“That might explain why you would be losing more energy than you normally would when going through these training sessions with the King and his knights. His Majesty must have been training you not only for the purpose of self defence, but also to prepare you to physically withstand the force of your magic once it is unlocked so you could channel it better.” 

“I—I never thought of it that way,” you murmur softly as you look down at your open palms. “So you mean—he hasn’t been completely keeping me away from learning about my magic?” 

Father—has been preparing me for it all this time, training me to harness magic without me realising it? 

With a low chuckle, Lord Gordan nods his head. “I can only imagine that once you resume the King’s physical training, you would exert even bigger energy. Especially once you are able to channel your mana into your swordsmanship,” he says to you with a reassuring tone that further sparks the hope you have brewing in your chest. 

“In fact, I believe that it isn’t the only thing that the King had set up to get you into shape before he could introduce you to your special magic, Your Highness,” he adds, adding to your curiosity. 

“It’s not?”

“Lady Laurel’s lessons in magic,” he says, as if that alone would answer your question. “She has been teaching you everything that you needed to know about magic and this realm as a whole, has she not?” 

You nod, and Lord Gordan continues, “She has also taught you the basics in magic, spells, about the mages that are gifted and trained to cast their magic, the different forms and sources of powers. And what had been her lesson today, may I ask?” 

Biting your lips, you recall the practice that she introduced you today after you requested her to help you unlock your magic. Again, the dismay you felt when you had thought that you had gained nothing much of it is being lifted as you glance over to the burnt candles and answer, “A practice in centering my attention, to focus on my mana flow.” 

To your answer, Lord Gordan makes a delighted sound which startles you. “I see it now. Your Highness, I don’t think that His Majesty has completely been denying you access to your powers.”

“He is not?” The glimmer of hope reappears within you. “But how? I don’t understand.” 

“To be able to harness a powerful magic that is equal to the King’s magic, you would need a strong vessel to contain it and a strong core to help you channel your mana,” he begins to explain, “Your body is your vessel, and I believe that the King has been using your training to prepare your physique while your magic is still contained under its restraint. Practicing your focus will help strengthen your core, allowing you to channel your mana and build a strong connection with it so you would be able to call upon it as easily as any strong mage could.”  

Surprised, pleased, and elated, you let out an incredulous laugh while staring at your palms once again. “So what you’re telling me is that my father has been helping me with my magic all this time, instead of restricting me of it?” you question Lord Gordan, meeting his gaze and the cryptic smile that has once again appeared on his face while returning it with your own. “I suppose it wouldn’t be right for me to continue being angry at the King, would it?” 

Lord Gordan laughs. “No, I suppose not.” 

Shaking your head, you rest your hands on your lap and wonder loudly, “If what you said is true, then I don’t get why my father would have to be all secretive about it, even going in a roundabout way before helping me with my magic directly.” 

Lord Gordan gives you a warm smile for a change when he answers, “I’m afraid only the King himself who could explain his reasons why.” 

“Then I guess that means I won’t have my answers until he returns to the home castle then,” you murmur with a light scoff. 

“Yes, I’m afraid so. But—” he stalls, waiting until he gets your full attention before adding, “At least now, I know how to help you with your—predicament, Your Highness.”

You tilt your head in wonder. “How so, Lord Gordan?”

“Since you already have your physical training and your focus accounted for, I might be able to combine both practices and help you learn a useful skill that may become crucial for your future practice in magic.”

“What would that be?” you ask him, “What would I learn, if not to unlock my magic just yet?” 

A small grin rises on Lord Gordan’s face as he answers, “Total control.”

True to his words of keeping you from exerting too much of your energy today, since he believes that you are still recovering from your illness, Lord Gordan simply spends the next hour of your lecture making up plans and listing out the practices that you are going to have on your future lessons with Lord Gordan until the day the King returns. 

Unfortunately, the designated hour of his lesson ends too soon without you having the chance to try out some of his practices, but you still end the day with a new hope growing within you, and a promise to keep the planned lessons a secret from your other tutors. 

“May I ask you something, Lord Gordan?” you ask him right before he walks out of the library at the end of your lecture. 

Standing with one hand in his pocket—right where he keeps his pocket watch—Lord Gordan turns to face you. “Of course, you can ask me anything and I’ll see if I could help.”

“Why all the secrecy? Why did His Majesty prevent Lady Laurel and Lady Abigail from helping me unlock my magic? Why would my father create these conditions to make it seem as if he doesn’t agree with the idea of me learning about my magic and how to use it?” 

Lord Gordan takes a moment to mull over the answer before giving it to you. “Here, in this realm, there is an unspoken rule related to the magic that the most of us have within us,” he begins to explain, 

“Those who are gifted with magic would often keep everything about their powers a secret. About their magic, where they come from, what they do, in order to protect ourselves and oftentimes, the source of our magic. Most of the powerful mages wouldn’t speak of their magic so openly unless it is with the people they trust, their own people and followers, or those directly affected by the magic itself.” 

He briefly stops, before continuing, “And when the magic itself comes from an ancient source, from beings that are as old as time itself, the more it is restricted, kept as a secret by the ones who still wield them or those who are these powers are inherited to, simply to keep it from getting into the wrong hands.”

An uneasiness settles in your chest. “Because they could be used against us?” 

Lord Gordan nods. “Precisely. And that is only one of the many reasons why we all keep any information about our magic so close to us.” 

Your father’s warnings about keeping everything about the magic portals a secret come back to haunt you. The cryptic way he said it leaves an unsettling feeling inside. “A family secret. That’s what my father would call it.” 

A small smile appears on Lord Gordan’s face as he thinks about the King. “The King’s magic is—special. I’m sure His Majesty will eventually tell you everything there is to know about his family’s magic, but all I can say to you is this,” he says as he takes a step closer to explain further—

“Most rulers, the Kings and Queens and the mightiest Emperors of any Kingdoms and Empires of the realm have always had one thing in common. They have always used their magic to rule their empires, their home territories, and to lead their people. Their magic allows them to keep things in order, for the people to be protected, for the empires to flourish, and for every living being within their power to keep living a prosperous life.” 

As you let his words to sink into your thoughts, you are reminded of the flourishing land of Smotia and wonder if your father’s magic has anything to do with its prosperity. 

But why doesn’t he do the same here, at the home castle, that is somehow appears almost barren aside from the glimmering coastline? 

“This is probably why His Majesty is limiting the amount of people who could be exposed of his magic directly, and I am sure that he is trying to protect you by doing the same, to help you shield the magic within you from being exposed to the wrong people until the day you are ready to harness it for the sake of the empire.” 

You can understand where he is coming from, even if you still cannot understand why the King would keep everything about this realm and the family’s magic a secret even from you for so many years. You express this thought to Lord Gordan as well, as you wonder why your father had to wait for so long to move you to the home castle, to this realm, and to expose you to magic.

With a sigh, Lord Gordan reminds you once again that the King had already begun to prepare you to deal with everything since back at The Citadel. “Contrary to what you might have believed, you have always had the magic inside you, Your Highness,” he later adds, “It’s just that for some people, that magic may take different times to manifest into their final forms instead of staying in the form of a passive mana circulating in your core the way yours still do now.” 

Frowning, you try to guess what he might be implying. “You’re saying that he already tried to help unlock my magic since back then.”

Nodding, Lord Gordan shares his thoughts with you to say, “I might surmise that it could be the reason why His Majesty had chosen to bring you back to the home castle at this time.” 

You shake your head lightly as you recall the day the King informed you about moving you here. “My father said that he wanted to protect me. To bring me to safety. There are threats being made against the empire and it would have been too dangerous for me to be at The Citadel should any of his enemies strike us.”

“His Majesty was telling the truth, but I wouldn’t be too surprised if that had not been the only reason why he made the move to bring you home,” Lord Gordan says with a small smile, “Because if your magic is truly in the midst of manifesting into its final form already, then imagine what could have happened if you had been at The Citadel when the enemy’s attack does come.” 

The unsettling feeling returns. “Would it be terrible?” 

Lord Gordan nods. “It would have left you completely vulnerable if you haven’t mastered a way to control your mana. Not to mention, your magic—if it is as suspected to be a mirror of what the King possesses—would serve as a beacon, attracting any form of threats that may have been aiming for the King’s source of power.” 

Putting it that way, everything that you had just learned about your father’s scheme of secretly teaching and preparing you to harness your magic finally makes sense. He must have had everything thought of, planned out thoroughly to be able to help you manifest your magic to its full form—as Lord Gordan explicitly explained.  

“There is also another thing that you must be wary of before you delve deeper into your magic,” Lord Gordan adds just as you are slowly beginning to understand more about what your father may have planned for you.   

“More things to worry about?” you jokingly ask him with a bitter chuckle. 

But the light mood instantly fades when you notice that Lord Gordan’s expression has turned serious, the humour that he previously showed you is long gone, while the smile that he is giving you seems to be filled with a hint of remorse.  

“You must remember that magic comes with a price. Especially with the kind of magic that the King and his family possess. For a significant and powerful spell such as what the King has cast upon the empire, he would have had to give up something for an exchange of the power that he would have needed to be able to do so.”

All so suddenly, fear grips tightly at your chest. Chill runs through your spine when you ask him, “Give up something—like what?” 

Lord Gordan sighs. “Something other than mana. Something that would be most precious to the King.” 

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[sisterdivinium]

It’s tempting to think of Jillian as an atheist given her connexion to science, her confrontation with the church in s1 and simply as a counterpoint to all the religious characters around her. I’ve used the word for her myself in fic before, but I did it fully knowing that Jillian is perhaps the character who most wants to believe.

There’s an implication that she speaks from experience when she tells Kristian one doesn’t ever really leave the church…

… And her firm principle of proving faith and science can coexist shows she has no intention of dismantling faith in itself or the value people find in spirituality.

When Luther supposedly nailed his objections to that fateful church door, he didn't intend to shake the core of what faith actually is—quite the contrary, one could argue.

Neither is Jillian trying to destabilise faith in itself... The difference is that she just decided to build her own door instead.

The church might stand in her way, yes, but one could could make a case about how it is more due to their keeping of divinium than to the criticism she directs at Vincent on the subject of Hell and the subjugation of women. She might well believe it—or any part of her performance during most of season one, really—but her conflict with the institution lies less in the way of ideology than in matters of practical consequences.

Were it not so, wouldn’t she have been a little more resistant to her son’s visions of an angel? Why believe in a child’s prophetic drawings otherwise? Even if she by any chance didn’t consider the giver of those visions an angel, the very fact of taking a vision seriously would suggest some degree of fidelity to the very idea of there being something more, something else than the life we know in this plane of existence.

If she doesn’t admit the existence of a god outright, she at least lends credence to the idea that there is something. We might not be able to take her fully at her word in the scenes where she’s playing her part as a seeker of knowledge maligned by the Vatican, but there is some amount of truth to what she says. She might not have truly found Heaven, she might not be able to prove her portal actually leads there...

… But she most certainly wants to be right. For Michael’s sake, there must be something else, even if not precisely what has been foreseen by scripture.

And, even so, she finds worth in that very scripture she doubts.

Perhaps she’s being honest when she tells Vincent she likes the stories—there’s a lot of knowledge to be found in even the simplest of them to she who knows how to seek it.

Perhaps there’s an underlying attachment of hers to the Bible, a past she cannot really abandon. It’s not all that common for people with absolutely no ties to Catholicism to have something like the image of a saint as decoration hanging in the background.

Sure, there are other religious elements scattered in her workplace including a Buddha, but it’s a man who used to be an archivist at the Vatican she hires, not a defected monk or rabbi.

Yes, she will work with anyone who is equally willing to work with her. It’s not from the goodness of her heart as there is a component of selfishness in such cooperation—one to which she admits herself—but her attitude is also a testament to the openness she has concerning the results she might obtain. Maybe the OCS is right, maybe there’s a God and saints and Heaven and Hell…

It doesn’t really matter as long as there is something, something to work towards, something to seek.

Or it didn’t matter—while Michael was alive.

She has had her proof of there being more... And she has paid a high price for learning of it.

It’s a pity we don’t know what she would have done with this information. How do we react when what we believe is confirmed to be true but not in the way we expected or desired?

Whatever shock the nuns have experienced to their faith in this business with Adriel, the perversion of the power of prayer and all else they've survived during season two, Jillian is likely to have felt the very same blow right alongside them.

#warrior nun #jillian salvius #exercises in observation #i don't recall what prompted this actually. the fic i'm writing i guess? #i never write anything directly on the computer and this was a little exception so sorry for that as it tends to weaken my texts #me cackling as i DO have saints decorating my house despite believing in fuck all. they're family heirlooms okay? #actually it's saints AND buddhas AND other little images of god knows what lol

[slutforpringles]

What do you think is actually behind the Danny bashing on social media and Reddit lately?

I find it really puzzling, to put it mildly. As if the decision over an RBR or VCARB seat is simple enough to decide 4 races into a 24-race season, which it certainly isn’t.

Some of the Yuki and Liam fans seem to be really young, and for some of them, there seems to be some sort of weird ageism involved in their anti-Ricciardo ranting.

But some of it seems to be an enjoyment of tearing someone down who’s always been popular, despite him not misusing or abusing that popularity

IDK - what are your thoughts, please?

Hey anon! This is actually a really interesting question, and I’d be really interested to hear other people’s thoughts and opinions on too. I think probably how much time you spend online and on which online platforms does probably affect your viewpoint, and obviously this is just my take on the growing anti-DR sentiment based on what I’ve seen/ experienced. 

I think it’s definitely multi-faceted, which is partly why there’s so much of it at the moment, because multiple situations/things have fed into the Daniel hatred. 

I think a very large percentage of it is simply the influx of new fans into the sport that have only seen Daniel drive from the McL era onwards. 

I think a lot of people are consuming more and more F1 content from non-trustworthy sources (e.g. instagram and twitter update accounts, non-reputable websites) that use clickbait and unsubstantiated rumours to create maximum drama. I think this has been particularly tricky for Daniel, because his popularity has made him a super target since 2021 for this.

I think there's a growing sentiment of annoyance at the limited number of seats available to enter F1, particularly for fans of younger drivers who have watched them go through the feeder series and feel it is unfair that they aren’t being given a chance in F1. I think this has become even louder since F1 rejected Andretti’s bid, and I think struggling or older drivers become a much easier target for expressing that frustration than an entire sport/regulatory body.

I think the more recent wave of fans being more critical of driver’s public opinions and thoughts on social/political/moral issues has probably increased scrutiny on Daniel, too. And while I completely agree with fans expecting more and better from drivers, I think there’s a huge amount of hypocrisy and recency bias when it comes to some very vocal online fans and fanbases, which I think also underscores how many of them are part of the new wave of F1 fans. (E.g. I see ample criticism of Daniel from fans of driver’s who refused to kneel during 2020 that are clearly totally unaware that Daniel was one of the loudest supporters of Lewis during 2020 and BLM protests)

I think it’s also just part and parcel of the growing extreme polarisation of the internet. It seems people are becoming far more used to extreme polarisation in general, and the echo chambers of social media and the wider internet algorithms are only continuing to exaggerate that. People also seem to be less and less civil online, and while places like twitter have been a toxic wasteland for a long time, that toxicity and complete lack of normal human interaction has started to affect other online spaces too.

And yeah I do agree that there seems to be a certain percentage of fans that just seem to enjoy revelling in a driver’s struggles, and love to tear down someone who seems to be a happy bubbly person. And while some of that is maybe inherent sports tribalism (which I’m not really on board with tbh), I really think it’s reached a whole new low.

OK sorry I didn't mean for this to be such a long response! Hope that answers your question and I’d love to hear if anyone else has other thoughts/opinions too!! 🙂

#anon ask #daniel ricciardo