#the only thing he ever really asks of him is for alex to embrace his inner most desires. no matter how dark or twisted they may be

[alwaysonf1]

are they flirting?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: Mild Language.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: And this my loves, is the end of 'A Week.' Forever is within reach.

Charles’ every thought is filled with things regarding the way Iman dances. The schedule meant that there were two games that would happen while they were filming. Everyone was given the choice to go or not to go, but all of them jumped at the chance to experience the energy of the first night.

And despite how even now Charles wants to deny it, he’s more than just fascinated by this part of college life that he never would have gotten to experience. No, most of his interest lies with the girl with the bright smile dancing along to the band’s rendition of New Edition’s “Can You Stand the Rain.” Every move is made with a fluidness and grace that most only attribute to ballet.

As it winds down, and the girls take their seats he finds himself wishing for a repeat of the same performance. Maybe then he could look at all of them and not just stare at Iman the entire time.

Movement to his left draws his attention and breaks him out of embarrassing himself if Iman caught him looking at her for so long. He sees Lewis embracing someone and he assumes it’s a friend of Iman’s mom, but when they pull away, he’s met with the smiley face of Logan Sargeant.

The young Williams’ driver is chatting it up with Lewis as if they’re best friends. All while Charles can’t remember a time, he’s ever seen them interact. He’s not even sure he’s ever seen them look at each other.

It’s confusing and as if sensing his gaze, they both turn to look at him. Lewis wears a smirk and Logan’s smile is just as bright as when Charles first looked their way.

“Hey, Charles.”

“Hello.”

The silence following that greeting is loud, even in a loud stadium. As seconds tick by Logan’s expression morphs into confusion and then Charles watches as he looks to Lewis and the lightbulb clicks on.

“Oh! Sorry for crashing. I had some time to fly out here and I like to visit Iman when I can. Lewis said it would be fine for me to come since this is the last day of filming.”

That answers so little, but it does give Charles an opening.

“You know her?” he asks.

The smile returns. “Yeah, we’ve known each other since we were kids. Met at some of the competitions here.”

His explanation makes sense. Iman seems to have been somewhat involved with her brother and mother’s line of work all her life, even if it was in a more covert way. That meant she probably crossed paths with many drivers, even him, without any of them knowing who she was or her relation to Lewis. But Logan seems to know.

“Hold on. Have you always known about her? Them?”

Lewis laughs and Logan joins in. The other drivers walk over, their attention drawn away from the game that restarted. Most seem as confused as Charles was, but they greet the American driver warmly, nonetheless.

“He didn’t know until they were like eleven or twelve. They were already friends and she wanted me to meet him. We trusted him to keep the secret and he hasn’t let it slip even a little bit. In fact, he was on my side about not doing this at first, but hey, you know how siblings are, they get their way.”

“Really? You both lost against her?” Alex asks, amused.

“I rarely win against her. She knows how to divide and conquer, so she made some good points and so I helped her convince Lewis.”

“Giving yourself a lot of credit there with that help, huh Sargeant?” Lewis jokes.

Logan nudges him and laughs. “She’s the one who tells it like that. We both know I was there to just nod.”

This comradery is shocking. Charles feels like he’s in an alternate universe as he sees them talk and laugh together. He turns to look at his teammate and sees the confusion he knows is on his face too. Somehow, he’d managed to just accept that Logan of all people has known, but this dynamic change between the drivers is the real stunner.

It takes a bit, but he zones back into the conversation between the two.

“Like that time, she called my dad an ass and some things I’m just not comfortable repeating,” Logan says.

“Is he still scared of her?”

“Yup. He said something dumb, that’s on him.”

That subject is one Charles is interested in, but a throat clear draws his attention to Daniel.

“Any particular reason you didn’t want to?” Daniel asks.

“She’s my baby sister, I always want to protect her from how things can get. Ya know?”

A chorus of agreement sounds because everyone gets it.

Charles definitely knows. What he often deals with in the industry and with the media was the same, but also different from what Lewis got hit with. Sometimes he wanted to keep his family far away from the spotlight, but he left the choices in their hands and did what he could to limit some of the stuff that people would write and say about them for clicks.

The arena erupts in cheers, forcing the groups’ attention on the field. Southern’s team is leading by far and they’ve made another touchdown. The joy of the players can be seen by the way they celebrate in the end zone and Charles is reminded of how much he likes the camaraderie in sports. It’s there, but not as strong in motorsport. An expected outcome when even your teammate is a rival for a win.

For the rest of the game, they’re focused on the football part of it. It’s a good game and though the team is running away with the win it has its tense and exciting moments. When it ends, they allow everyone else to make their way out, post celebration, and then head to the tunnel that Iman told them to meet her. She’s already there near the exit with her bag and changed into her outfit for dinner. The green dress she’s wearing compliments her brown skin and fits her perfectly.

As they reach the last few feet Logan moves to take the lead. He jogs to her, and Iman drops her bag to hug him tight. There’s an uncomfortable churn in Charles’ stomach.

“Hey, Lo. Didn’t know you were coming,” Iman says.

“I had time and Lewis said it would be fine. Plus, it’s your last season. Have to see my big sister perform as much as I can.”

Logan removes himself from the hug and puts some distance between them as he says it. From the way Iman’s eyes narrow Charles can tell it’s a wise decision.

“It’s less than a year difference, you dork.”

“Still a difference.”

“Wait, how old are you?” Lance asks.

“Uh…”

“She’s twenty-three,” Lewis says.

Daniel coughs. “Twenty-three?” 

“You don’t remember your age?” Charles asks.

Iman gasps and lightly slaps his arm, which makes him laugh. “It’s a fresh twenty-three. And there are too many numbers in my head to keep track. And to answer the question I know is there, I took a little over a year for a gap. It involved working as a mechanic and traveling. If I wasn’t in GA or deep within the Mercedes or Williams areas, you would have run into me at almost every grand prix.”

A weird feeling fills Charles. He doesn’t like that they could have met sooner and didn’t. He gets why, but for some reason he wishes he’d gotten the chance. Though if he's honest the reason isn’t that mysterious to him, he’s just pushing it out of his head. He can’t linger on it for too long or he’ll do something stupid.

“But enough about that. We need to leave now to get to the restaurant on time. All questions can be asked there.”

And with that she picks up the bag - which is then taken by Logan - and they all follow her out to the cars. She gets into the one Logan is driving. Lewis does as well and without question Charles follows them. He’s been attached at the hip to the Hamilton siblings all week, so he finds no reason not to be now. 

And he ignores the smirk on Carlos and Daniel’s faces as they watch him go.

Once inside Logan pulls off while Iman puts the address into the GPS. Then she turns up the volume to a song and both of them basically scream the lyrics as if they’re the only two there. Charles looks to Lewis who is amused and looks at them in adoration. He finds himself smiling and humming along to the song, but let’s them have their moment.

Minutes into the drive, and a few songs later, Charles’ eyes shift to the rear view mirror just as Iman looks into it. She sees him and winks, all while continuing what has turned into screeching.

The dumb smile on his face can’t be helped.

###

Laughter fills the restaurant, the three tables they’re using all having various different conversations but all in a happy, upbeat mood. Things were a little awkward when everyone arrived, no one knew where to sit and were clearly uncertain with how the tables should mix. Iman had to take control and get them to sit anywhere, even if that meant it was between two drivers. 

Iman found herself in between Logan and Charles, with Lewis right across from her. All three were carrying the conversation while she ate off her and Logan’s plates, her mind mostly consumed with eating as much as the oddly delicious asparagus while refusing to order more. 

Before she knew it both of theirs was gone and a pout formed on her lips. One that she’s hyper aware of to the point that she shakes her head a little and pulls it together. Reminding herself that she’s being silly.

Her stomach doesn’t get the memo though. It does a weird swirl, and it makes her wonder if she should order more of it. She shakes her head and tunes back into the conversation, focusing on the way Logan wheezes as he laughs at something that Lewis said. Something that Iman knows wasn’t that funny, but that the two of them clearly think lists her brother as king of comedy. 

It's almost a reflex as she turns to meet Charles' gaze and give him an eye roll about their theatrics. He’s wearing a bright smile and laughing softly, but with the way he looks at her Iman knows that laughter is largely because the two men are ridiculous.

Having that sort of connection makes her feel sane and pushes a laugh of her own out. But it causes an itch in her throat and before it can get any further, she reaches for her drink. Just as it reaches her lips her eyes notice her plate is no longer in front of her and instead it’s one that looks like it once held what Charles ordered.

Iman’s eyes move back to the man, and he’s immersed in the conversation with a producer and Lance. She stares at him for a while, lips parting to speak and then his head turns toward her. Charles winks at her, motions toward the plate, and then rejoins his conversation.

A soft grin forms on her lips and she grabs her fork, digging into what she promises herself will be the last of her new found addiction for the night. Mid chew she looks up and meets Logan’s gaze and he has a smirk on his face. His eyes twinkle with amusement and a knowing look that she hates to see on him. It’s the signal that he’s either going to say something she won’t like that he knows something that she doesn’t or something she doesn’t want to address.

Quickly she swallows the vegetable and glares at him.

“Shut it.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Liar.”

His hand moves to his chest, and he fails an expression of faux hurt. “I would never.”

Yet again Iman finds herself rolling her eyes, but when she stops her attention is on her brother who wears a similar expression to Logan’s from moments ago.

“I’m sick of your shit.”

Lewis gapes. “Mine?”

“Both of yours.”

“Hey. I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s mean!”

Exasperated is not a fitting enough word for how she feels in the moment about their antics. Despite her ignoring certain signs and feelings herself she’s smart enough to not ignore them noticing all of that. And the fact that they want to comment and encourage it. No one ever tells the cons to having the world’s biggest cheerleaders by your side.

“Either of you open your mouths to say anything that’s running through those brains of yours when you speak again, and I’ll pop you.”

Both lean a bit away from her at that and a smile forms because she knows they won’t push it. At least not for the night. There’s no universe where she’s delusional enough to think that the subject is dropped forever. 

Lewis breaks the ice first, asking her questions about the rest of her season and making a joke that he’s going to be spend more time on the plane this season than he has all the others. From there it’s jokes and catching up with each other. Those close to them join in here and there, some even bring their chair to their part of the table to talk. At some point Charles joins back into the mix and he speaks like he’s been in on all the jokes as long as they have. And he ensures that her water is always topped off and slips her a piece of the cake she swore she wants none of.

By the time the night is over it’s like a peaceful high. They all head back to the hotel, Lewis got her a room for the night, and it’s both hard and easy for her to drift off at ease. In the morning they met for breakfast as their last meeting before everyone, except Logan, were headed to the airport. There were hugs all around and Charles is the last to embrace her, both of them lingering longer than the norm.

She and Logan wave to them until the vans are out of sight. With them officially gone Iman sighs and turns to head back into the hotel. Logan is giving her a look, his brow raised a little as he grins like the cheshire cat.

“Shut up.”

“Nope.”

She walks away and he keeps up with her quick pace and as the elevator doors close, he has a million and one questions and opinions on a situation he got to experience for less than twenty-four hours. 

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Like We’ll Never Have Sex

i’ve been sitting on this fic for a few days and im finally posting it…. they make me insane. im praying farah isnt ooc but she might be 😔 anyway fic under the cut

CW for very vague mentions of past sexual assault, farah has Been Through Some Stuff

“Alex,” Farah whispered. The lump beside her on the bed shifted.

“Hm?”

“Did I wake you?”

“No,” Alex said, even though Farah clearly did. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and rolled over to face her.

“What’s up?”

“I can’t sleep. I feel like something is wrong,” Farah sighed. Alex smiled like a man entrusted with a secret.

“You always feel like something is wrong, ya ‘amar.” Alex held his arms open and Farah shuffled into his embrace. She shivered at the ticklish sensation of Alex’s mustachioed lips pressing kisses to the back of her neck.

“You can relax sometimes, y’know,” Alex mumbled, lips still glued to her skin.

Farah sighed, a bone-tired, heavy sigh, and slipped her hand into one of Alex’s to tangle their fingers together.

“You know I cannot,” Farah whispered, voice quivering with exhaustion, “There is always something that needs to be done.”

“‘S there somethin’ that needs to be done right now?”

“I am sure there is. I just- I just don’t know what.” Farah curled into Alex’s warmth and let him hold her close. Tightly, to make her feel safe, comforted, but not tight enough to make her feel trapped.

“What you don’t know can’t hurt you, my love. Right now, the only thing you need to do is sleep. You’re exhausted. I can see it in your eyes, and it kills me inside.” Alex pressed soft kisses against Farah’s head, trailing down her neck until he reached the collar of her sleep shirt (which was really one of Alex’s shirts, an old band tee with a coffee stain that Farah liked to steal).

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Alex sighed, “What do you need from me? Is there something I can do to help?”

“I don’t want to make you do anything for me,” Farah said, twisting around in Alex’s arms to look up at him. Alex pressed their foreheads together and one of his hands snaked up into Farah’s dark hair.

“Nothing you could ever ask of me would be too much,” Alex assured her, his calloused hands gentle as they cupped her face, “I would do anything for you.”

Farah sighed and hid her face in Alex’s chest.

“Just- stay here with me. That is all I want from you right now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

———

Farah still couldn’t sleep. Alex could tell- her restless shifting jostled him awake many times, and he was starting to lose sleep as well. He did as she told him, stayed by her side and held her close, but it clearly wasn’t working.

“Farah,” he said softly, nose still buried in Farah’s hair, “You need to sleep, honey.”

“I know.”

“Can we try something?”

Farah was silent for a moment, and Alex had almost begun to hope she had actually fallen asleep when she spoke.

“Sure,” Farah sighed. She sounded defeated, almost.

“Could you take your shirt off for me? Or lift it up?” Alex realized too late how his request came across when he felt Farah tense up against his chest. He could practically feel his heart crumble in his chest when she ever-so-subtly shifted away from him.

“Alex, you- you know I do not want to… do that kind of thing. Not now, anyway,” Farah whispered, and Alex suddenly wanted to cry because she sounded ashamed. The look on her face broke his heart once again, apologetic and embarrassed, but most heart-shatteringly, afraid.

“No, no, God, no, that’s not what I meant. Farah, I know you don’t want to have sex. I’ve told you that I’m okay with that. We could never have sex, and I’d be okay with that. If I ever try to pressure you, or make you feel like you have to have sex with me, I give you my full permission to shoot me on the spot.” Alex looked down at Farah and watched her dark, tired eyes dart over his face. After a moment, she finally spoke.

“…I know. I’m sorry. I know you would not do that.”

“God, baby, don’t apologize to me. I’m the one that should be sorry- I made you uncomfortable. All I wanted to do was rub your back, it’s what my mom did for me when I couldn’t sleep as a kid,” Alex explained. He felt sick with regret, his stomach churning at the very concept that Farah, the love of his life, the woman he blew himself up for, might ever be afraid of him. He watched her tense shoulders relax just a little. “Farah, have you- have I ever made you feel pressured to have sex with me? Or to do anything you don’t want to do?”

“No! No, never you. I have just… You know what I have been through. What I have seen.” Farah sucked in a shaky breath. “I know you. I know you would not hurt me that way. But sometimes I still feel their hands on me, like- like stains on my body. They did not like that I fought back. They found different ways to put me in my place.” Her voice cracked and wavered.

Alex waited. Waited for her to gather her thoughts, waited for her to do whatever she needed. He waited while she cried. He held her as closely as he could as she cried and sniffled and unintentionally used his shirt as a tissue.

He rarely saw her cry, and never like this. She had shed a few controlled, carefully contained tears over the death of her brother, though her quivering bottom lip had given her away. Alex had seen the way her eyes watered when she saw him again after his ‘death.’ But he had never seen her cry like this. It was unexpected, to see Farah so painfully human.

She had spent years rebuilding her flesh and bone into steel and brick and mortar for the sake of her people, and Alex felt as though he had accidentally swung a wrecking ball through her chest.

“Sorry,” Farah whispered, barely audible against Alex’s chest.

“Don’t be. I’m so sorry you went through that, my love. I don’t really know what to say, to be honest.” Alex stared at the top of Farah’s head. He wished he could know what was going on inside.

“You are here. That is good enough.” Farah sniffled and pulled away, only to be met with the mess of snot and tears she had left on Alex’s shirt. “Your shirt-“

“-Is just a shirt. I’ll live. I blew myself up for you, baby. A little snot is nothing,” Alex chuckled. Farah let out a little huff that could have been a laugh. “Here,” Alex said, nudging Farah’s shoulder, “Turn over? You can keep your shirt on if you want. Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

Farah considered for a moment, before slowly, hesitantly, turning her back to Alex. As he traced his eyes over the slim yet muscled planes of Farah’s back, he felt as though he was struck with the sudden realization of Farah’s trust in him. This woman, who had been through so much, been hurt by so many people, and hardened herself into a stern, sharp-edged commander, was baring the most vulnerable part of herself to him, trusting him to give and not take. Trusting him to put his hands on her and only go as far as she wanted him to. He felt her shiver when he laid his hands on the base of her neck, and on instinct, pulled away like her skin was on fire.

“You alright?”

“I am not made of glass, Alex. You kissed me in that same place just hours ago.”

Alex breathed out a little chuckle and moved his hands back to Farah’s shoulders. Slowly, slowly, he traced the dimples of her shoulder blades and ran his fingers down her spine. His thumbs pressed just so into those little knots of tension, not enough to hurt, but enough to loosen Farah’s board-straight posture.

His touch was warm against Farah’s back, and she found herself melting like butter into the mattress. She hummed, content, as Alex gently worked out some of the tension in her shoulders.

Even once Farah’s shoulders no longer strained with the evidence of holding the weight of the world, Alex didn’t stop. He rubbed circles over her trapezius and kissed along her spine, traced patterns onto her back. He felt her breathing even out under his palms. Finally, she was asleep. Before he pulled her back to his chest, he took just a moment to trace a few words onto her back; “I love you” he wrote, buried his nose into her hair, and promptly joined her in sleep.

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Alex Turner - You’re Losing Me

Pairing : Alex Turner x (she/her)Reader Word Count : 2.2k Warning : Nothing I guess, just angst. Synopsis : He never looks into the small cracks, always only noticing that something was amiss when the dam has broken, letting the tsunami sweep clean everything on its way. Notes : Inspired by You’re Losing Me by Taylor Swift. I recommend listening to it while reading. This is my first Alex fic. Please be kind.

Laying next to Alex has always been something she's dearly fond of. To listen to his heartbeat, tracing the lines of his tattoos, planting kisses to his beautiful skin and making him smile from the gesture. She loves it when the sun peeks through the window, making his brown eyes to look a few degrees lighter, as if they were a pool of honey. She loves everything about him. She loves Alex.

But she couldn't ignore the growing space between them. How the butterflies seem to have died down, hiding in their caves and never coming out again. His touches don't set her skin ablaze anymore. His kisses feel as if they were done out of habit, not really a form of communication. Everything that used to be the foundation of her ever so perfect happy ending started to crack, making the pillars of her fantasy to crumble.

“I don't understand.” Alex says, frowning.

Of course he doesn't. Alex was never great at these things. He never looks into the small cracks, always only noticing that something was amiss when the dam has broken, letting the tsunami sweep clean everything on its way.

“I know you don't.”

Alex pulls her close, embracing her tightly as if he's trying to cement her back to the ground. But hugs could only work one too many times until the earthquake hit harder, shattering everything that was already fragile in the first place.

She buries her face to his chest. Trying to block her vision from the light that is starting to find its way through the curtains. Her flat was located on the better side of town, making the lighting to be brilliant throughout the day, hence why they prefer to spend their time more on her place instead of his. But lately she's been wondering if she would like this room the same if the light was gone. Because it feels like her life is getting dimmer and dimmer each day.

And it's only a matter of time until the time's up.

She's tried to communicate all her worries, to try and make him understand about how things aren't really fine between them. That the flame is slowly dying. The wind is blowing strong at them and it feels like she's the only one trying to keep the fire alive. Even when it occasionally burns her.

“Don't overthink it,” Alex whispers to her ears “We'll find the way out.”

How? She wanted to ask. How could they find a way to fix it if he doesn't even seem to understand the problem? How would they work it out if he wouldn't even try to understand her troubles? How will they find the way out when he doesn't even know the void they're being stuck in?

“We'll make this work somehow.” He says again.

She wasn't sure if those affirmative words were for her or for himself, but she knew that the uncertainty in his tone weighs more than the meaning of the words. The bitter taste on her tongue was starting to be overwhelming. They're losing each other.

—-

Breakfast was dreadful. Her eyes were glued on him, waiting impatiently to have him break the silence. Her flat used to be filled with their chatter, cries of laughter over his lame jokes. Now the walls only echo the sound of records he plays before digging into his bowl of cereal. He hardly looks up to her. Only doing it when he needed to grab the milk or to check on his phone. Which only happens about twice in the course of 30 minutes.

She's tried to bring the light back to this place. To ask him questions or talk about what used to interest him most, yet none seem to work their charm as they used to. It was as if he's lost all interest. As if she was an overplayed song he's ready to skip from.

“So what are your plans today?” She finally asks, defeated to the realisation that he won't be initiating anything “Anything other than recording?”

Alex pursed his lips, shaking his head, “I don't think so.”

And then silence fell once more.

She lets out a sigh before standing up and heading to the sink. She could see him finally looking up, watching her walk away from the reflection of the windows, but she was tired of trying. They've kicked the day off with a sour start, she wouldn't want to burst and make it any worse than it already is.

Turning the tap, she begins to clean their dirty dishes. She could hear him walking closer. His pair of hands find their way around her waist as he rests his head to her shoulders. She hates it. The way he always seems to know how to calm the time bomb and add just another hour before it finally implodes. How he always seems to know the spell to cast the dark cloud away for the day, before a thunderstorm struck at night. How he always seems to know how to dust their problems under the rug for a while longer.

“Are you alright?” Alex whispers in between his hums to the song playing in the background.

She nods, closing her eyes as she tries to drown herself in the moment.

“Hey,” He says, turning the tap off and making her face him. He places her hands on her cheeks, gently cupping them before planting a gentle kiss to her lips “I love you.”

Do you really? Her eyes were staring back at him, trying to find that passion that used to bleed right through. Alex's expression was gentle, smiling at her softly and God just how beautiful and lovely he is right now. It was hard for her to tell if the genuine affection is finally back or was she just blinded by his beauty.

So she smiles halfheartedly, caving into his magnetism once more, “I love you.”

“That's the smile I so missed about.” He grins “I'll see you tonight, yeah?”

She replies with a nod. Watching him grab his brown satchel before heading out, blowing her a kiss as he closes the door. Somehow the flat doesn't feel any more silent than when he was still here.

—-

The table was filled with familiar faces. People she hasn't seen in a while; Alex's friends. They've always been such pleasant company, involving her in every conversation and jokes, yet it's rather ironic now to feel like she could connect with these people more than with the man that sleeps next to her at night.

He was gone the moment they stepped in the bar. Swallowed by the ocean of people, conversing with strangers she's never seen before in her life. The air feels suffocating somehow. She thought that the space between them was only felt at home, where no one else was around and able to see it, but now sitting next to an empty spot where he should be present feels like a hard slap to the cheek. The person who was always attached to her like a bee, the person who could never stop his hands to not hold hers, the person who could never stop humming romantic lyrics to her ears is now gone. Occupied by God knows what or who.

“Have you seen Alex?” She asks Matt who only just got back from the dance floor, taking the empty seat at the table.

The boy frowns, shaking his head, “No, I thought he was here.”

“He hasn't been here since we've arrived.” She says, her anger seeping through “Do you have any idea where he is?”

“Sorry, Love, I haven't seen him yet.”

Dissatisfied with his answer, she stood from her seat to go find Alex herself. Her temper was rising. Ignoring her presence within the walls of her flat was one thing, but to invite her for a night out only to neglect her and disappear entirely was just plain cruel. Sure she enjoys her time with his friends, but she wasn't here for them. She was here for him.

The bar was her first starting point. She scans the place where she last saw him, hoping to find the trace of where he might have gone to but the place was dimly lit and night was falling fast, making the establishment to be more crowded. Finding him would be a little more strugglesome now.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

She turns to the source of voice. A man who doesn't look much older than her stood with a smile. The stranger was leaning on the bar stool. He was decently dressed. Nothing about him triggers her alarm but no matter how kind he is or how charming he tries to present himself, she would never be interested in his offer.

“I have a boyfriend.” She says as she looks away, scanning through the crowd once more.

“Well, that's a shame.” He says as he gulps his glass of scotch “Where is he?”

“If I knew, I wouldn't be standing here now, would I?”

The stranger laughs, finding her annoyed words to be entertaining.

She ignores the stranger's response with an annoyed rolling of eyes, turning to her right where her eyes finally meet his. His disapproving knitted brows were visible. Alex was never the jealous type but he does have his moments and she knew that tonight was just one of her lucky nights.

She walks to him, looking straight at him with her head held high. He might have his take about the argument that she's certain would rise in a matter of minutes, but she's loaded with one too many troubles of her own. A big fight might actually glue them back together or perhaps, crush them entirely, but it was time for them to stop running in circles. It was time for them to face their problems.

“Can we talk?”

Alex nods, gesturing to her to lead the way.

Walking out of the bar and into a much quieter hallway, she folds her hands in front of her chest before turning to see him. His expression was unreadable. Hands buried deep in his pockets as if he's ready to brace the upcoming storm.

“So,” She begins.

“So.” He replies.

“Where have you been?” She asks, tone filled with frustration “You left me right after we got here.”

Alex shrugs, “I was just chatting to people.”

“And you didn't care to tell me or bring me with you?”

“I didn't think that it was necessary.” He reasoned, completely unaware of the sting it caused to her heart “Besides, it looks like you didn't really need my company.”

Her brows furrow in vexation, “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” He sighs, once again taking the easy way out and brushing everything away “Look, can we just go back? I need to drink.”

The air was thick around them. It has been for a while and she's been trying to ignore it for as long as she could, but her lungs have finally collapsed. Her fortress could no longer hold the endless painful strikes. Her grip on him has finally been released, leaving a red bleeding wound on the place where his name was carved on.

“What are we doing, Alex?”

The fear in his eyes was evident but he tried his best to conceal it with a nervous laughter, “What do you mean?”

She remained quiet this time. Her chest feels tight. Just how long did he think they could keep this? How long will this ballad last? How long was she supposed to bear all these quakes to her tottering heart? The way out he promised was never found. Perhaps, they never truly looked for it. Already given up to the void that has swallowed them for God knows how long.

“Love, please,” Alex begs, his eyes pleading “Let's just get back inside.”

“Why won't you do something?” She asks again with beads of tears on her lashes “Why won't you say something?”

He remains quiet, face turning pale as he could see the end coming close.

“Why won't you lose something? Risk something? Choose something? Anything?” She asks, her sobs were getting in her words “I've got nothing to believe in, Alex. Not anymore.”

“Love—”

“Alex,” She cuts, shaking her head with a pained smile “It's not working. Stop lying to yourself.”

The fear finally plagued his expression. For the first time after what seems to be forever, she could see the genuine love radiating from his eyes. The gentle gaze and the warm affection that used to shower her everyday. But tonight they were accompanied with regret and guilt. As if he's finally realised that they've gone past the point to revive their relationship.

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

“I tried,” Alex chokes “I really did.”

She nods, trying her best to stop her pouring tears, “I know.”

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner x oc #alex turner x y/n #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fanfiction #alex turner scenario #alex turner imagine #alex turner angst

[beautifulhigh]

Every nation ought to have a right to provide for its own happiness.

"And that's when Henry knows: He doesn't ever want to go back."

In which Henry does go home with a request for his grandmother - and for Parliament.

Teen, 12k, book canon compliant.

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Yes, Jen is finally embracing her Firstprince era and writing fic for them. Much love to @wtfuckevenknows for her comments and @capseycartwright for basically demanding I write this. Like I needed convincing.

This is just something sweet and fluffy and hopefully a little funny and a bit sexy with a tinge of canon-compliant angst (Henry misses his dad. A lot). Mostly it's about two boys in love and working towards their forever.

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Henry flies back alone, overnight on Monday. He kisses Alex a goodnight goodbye, petting David gently as he walks down the stairs, heading out of the front door before climbing into the back of the waiting car to take him to JFK. He tries to sleep on the plane but very little sleep will come; his mind is racing with what he's about to do.

He'd sent word the previous week, asking for an audience with the queen, with his family. He'd only told them that he had something to ask, something he needed to do in person.

He's met at Heathrow, standards and protocols in place. Bea had insisted Shaan be kept on after Henry left for New York and so it's his familiar face greeting Henry which provides the smallest amount of comfort for him. It's his final week in service to the Royal Family: with Ellen's second term almost over and Zahra no longer working 26-hour days, they're finally taking the plunge.

Shaan and Henry had managed a fair few conversations over the last year or so regarding the immigration system of the United States and how shagging someone with status in the American political system both helps and hinders applications for Green Cards. The engagement ring that has been in place on Zahra's hand for the last few years certainly helped with his and now there is a fixed date for his one-way ticket heading west.

(No one really knows yet, but they've set a date for two weeks' time. The plan is to get married and throw a party and make the announcement then. Zahra hasn't told anyone, but Shaan isn't as good as his fiancée at keeping things secret, especially when it comes to his relationship with Henry. Aside from Alex, before Alex, Shaan was the only person Henry could trust and that was rewarded with a private 'Save The Date And Don't Tell Anyone Not Even Alex' message.) 

Henry knows there is no one better placed to support Zahra as she forges her career post-White House. Someone who will make sure she eats, has fresh coffee, and a neatly pressed suit. There were times when Shaan was literally the only reason Henry didn't outwardly reveal to the world that he was actually falling apart at the seams. It's going to be nice having him a little bit closer, even if he won't be working for him anymore.

As Henry disembarks the plane, Shaan looks him up and down but says nothing. Henry knows he looks tired; he knows the jet lag is going to catch up with him, and he feels like his internal organs are going to vibrate their way out of his body with how nervous he feels.

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#writing jen is writing #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #prince henry of wales #red white and royal blue #rwrb #fic: Every nation ought to have a right to provide for its own happiness #rwrb movie #otp: history huh

[jiselleeeeeeeeeee]

Life with Noctyx ♡ reader with Alexithymia

Author's notes: The actual writing is finally done ♡ as requested by @kaizen21 ♡

General tags: Male reader with Alexithymia w/Noctyx, actually some parts of it could be a gn/reader, lots of fluff! A little angst here and there but minor

Sonny Brisko ♡

I believe that Sonny would notice the mild symptoms of Alexithymia, the most obvious being being more sensitive to sudden movement, sounds and physical touches

He would actually spend time researching on it and learn how to communicate properly

I think Sonny would be really understanding. “It's ok if you don't know what and how you're feeling. Take your time, I'll always be with you.”

“Ah good morning y/n! How are you-” Sonny paused. “...right, sorry about that, were you frightened?” Sonny caught a glimpse of his sleeping boyfriend, and sighed in relief. “Sleep well my love” He whispered softly, and gently closed the door behind him.

“Sonny...there's something I want to ask you” You had this question ever since you and Sonny started dating, was he actually troubled by the fact that you had such a condition? “Hmmm y/n, were you about to ask me if I feel troubled by your condition?” Sonny knew that you would ask, and he already has the answer. “Y/n, we talked about this...” You don't know why, but the way he sounded...“I know it's not the first time, and I'm sorry if you find it troublesome, but I don't have a choice! I wasn't willing to find myself in this condition!” You didn't know what happened to you at that point in time, you couldn't think, what were you feeling? You don't know, there wasn't a word for it. You had enough and ran back to your room.

Minutes later, you heard a knock. “Y/n? I didn't mean to sound bad just now, can you please open the door and we can talk about it?” Sonny knocked again, wondering if you would open the door for him. “...come in, Sonny.” You needed to get things sorted out. “Y/n...what I was trying to say was, no matter how many times you ask me, my answer would still be the same. Y/n, I dated you because I love you for who you are, nothing will change. I'll always be proud of my dearest boyfriend, and that is you, y/n.” For some reason, you didn't know how to describe it, but it felt like time stopped for the both of you, and you just wanted to be in his embrace forever. “Y/n, my only y/n, take your time. Don't worry, I'll always be here for you, always.”

Alban Knox ♡

Alban would be a little confused at first, but will soon understand it

As loud as he is sometimes, he would try to soften around you to make sure that he doesn't startle you

“Whoever that stole your emotions, I'll be sure to steal it back! So don't be afraid, Y/n!”

“Y/NNNNNNNNN!” Alban was really excited to finally see you, having to not see each other in a long distance relationship was really hard for him! He really wanted to give you a big bear hug! What he didn't expect, though, was for his boyfriend he missed seeing so much flinch at his hug. “eH y/n did I scare you? gomen gomen heheh” “Alban~, so nice to see you again. But next time, try to refrain from surprising me like this, ok?” Alban stayed silent. “If that's what you want, I'll respect it, y/n!” Alban gave you his brightest smile.

The next few days, both of you had a lot of fun. However, Alban was still confused. Didn't google mention that there should always be surprises among lovers? Why is it not working? “...Alban? Are you ok?” You asked, he has been awfully silent today. “Ahhhh y/n, don't mind me asking but, do you...dislike surprises? Does it scare you? Do you...perhaps, expected better of me?” You were overwhelmed by the questions thrown at you.“Alban...I'll tell you when we get home, alright?” He was concerned, you could tell, and telling him about your condition was something that needed to be done sooner or later.

“Alban...I can only put it this way. You see, I have a condition, known as Alexithymia.” You spoke the truth. “Alex....ith...whA” Alban, however, needed a simpler explaination. “Well...you see, it's a condition where...I'm unable to recognise my emotions, and I tend to be more sensitive, you know” You looked at Alban, his gaze felt like it was piercing through you, but you didn't have a word to describe how you were feeling. Suddenly, you felt his arms wrapped around you, “Damn that Alex guy, it's ok y/n. I'll make sure to steal your emotions back! So don't be afraid, my y/n!” “Albannn, it doesn't work that way. But...thank you, Alban, for accepting me” You rested your arms around his waist. “I love you so much~Y/n.”

Fulgur Ovid ♡

I think Fulgur might not notice immediately, and sometimes MAY joke about it, a little

But once he finds out, I swear on my relationship status that he will be begging for you to forgive him, and he would definitely try his very best to make it up to you

“I'm sorry my little cyborg, but from now, you'll be safe with me”

“Remember our first date? you were afraid of physical touches, and whenever I asked you how you're feeling, you'll always respond with i doN'T kNow baBE” There he goes again, with his piping teapot laughter. It wasn't your first time listening to your boyfriend joking about your first date, and your condition that he doesn't know about. You just simply didn't know how to react to it, so you'll just brush it off everytime.

“Oi fu chan, I think that wasn't very nice of you” Alban loves his shits and giggles, but he knows when to be serious about certain things too. “Nahhh he doesn't mind, right babe?” He looked over to you. Normally, you would just force out a grin and agree with him, this time, however, you didn't give me a response as you weren't really attentively listening to the entire conversation. “Babe? Babe!” He called out, snapping you out of your own world. “wha, you scared me fu chan!” You were just thinking about your own things. “Oh yeah? How did you feel getting jumpscared by me babe?” He had a smirk, as if he knows exactly what he's doing. “I...I don't know...” “Scared? Worried? what is it?” “I really...don't know...” Were you truly scared? Were you worried about something? Were you upset about how his jokes offended you? You don't know. “Look...I'm tired, I'll go to bed.” You had enough overthinking about those, and went straight to bed. “Fu chan! I think she's actually upset with you this time.” Alban convinced Fu chan to end the discord call and comfort you.

“Babe? Are you awake?” He peeps over, finding you wide awake. “Listen, babe...I joked about you, and I didn't realise how bad things were. Will you...forgive me?” “Fu chan...I think I should be honest with you.” You sat up slowly. “Fu chan...don't laugh at me, ok? Well...I have this condition, Alexithymia, which...I am unable to recognise my emotions” You were expecting a huge laugh from him. But instead, he kneeled down to meet your eyes, held your hands and whispered “I'm so sorry y/n...I shouldn't have...I am unforgivable, right... ” “Fu chan...it was my fault that I didn't tell you sooner, and I have no rights to not forgive you” Fu chan looked at you, deeply, and cupped your face with his hands, “I'm so sorry my little cyborg, but from now onwards, you'll be safe...with me”

Uki Violeta ♡

Uki can definitely sense the symptoms that you are experiencing

I actually think that Uki might be the best person as I think that he's also the kind of person to not force upon you to speak the truth, although he probably already knows

“Shhhh, it's ok love, I'm here”

“Alexithymia...hmmm” Uki started to notice even the mildest symptoms that you're facing, although he doesn't ask, he has done a lot of research about it, leading him to the final conclusion. “Baby? what are you doing?” You got some water to help Uki sober up after his drinking stream, but can't help but notice him closing a search tab in a hurry. “Uki...?” “Ah baby, thank you for the water~ I'll end this stream really soon so that we can cuddle~” Uki was just too adorable for you to resist. “Alright~ I'll go take a shower first then Uki” Uki hummed delightfully and urged you to take a bath right now.

You were a little suspicious, normally, Uki would just acknowledge your presence and continue with his streams, but today...It went against your wills, but you decided to take a look at what exactly Uki was doing. “Symptoms...that's not it....no...” You couldn't see the screen, but you could hear Uki muttering about symptoms. “Maybe he's just looking at the symptoms of common cold, he's been sneezing a lot lately. What was I thinking.” You simply shrugged it off and quietly closed the door.

“Why didn't he tell me earlier...that stupid....” Uki can already confirm about his suspicion. However, instead of confronting you, he just sat by the bed edge, waiting for you to finish showering. “Oh you're done streaming Uki? Come over then!” You signalled him to snuggle up with you. After a long moment of silence, Uki stated, “Y/n...it must have been difficult for you.” “...huh...?” you didn't know what he was referring to, but at the same time, you made an assumption. “Uki...about my condition...” He interrupted, “You don't have to tell me Y/n, if you don't want to. I'm sure you had your reasons” “But Uki, aren't you mad...” He turned around and gave you a warm, tight hug. “Shhhhh, it's ok love, I'm here. I'm always here.”

Yugo Asuma ♡

As a DJ, I think Yugo would spend a lot of time with music, and sometimes he might get too engrossed that he doesn't realise how uncomfortable it can be for you

Yugo would try to refrain himself from touching this music at home and do it mostly at his workplace

Please comfort this baby he would be so scared to accidentally do something that agitates you.

“If I had to give up music for you, I would do it, again and again”

You couldn't sleep. Yugo had to work on a piece of music at home and everytime you doze off, something loud coming from his room will wake you up,again. You weren't angry, or whatever they call it, but you certainly had enough of frights. “Yugo Asuma! What are you actually doing?” “Eh? Y/n? I'm so sorry, but I really have to complete this by today!” For some reason, something felt like it was boiling in your body, and you couldn't help but lease out “YUGO ASUMA! ENOUGH!” “Eh?! Y/N!” You ran out of the room, dragging your body to the living room sofa. You didn't know what happened, but for some reason, you just wanted to cry so badly. “Why am I like this...” You thought to yourself. You went off at your boyfriend, now what?

“Y/n...?” Yugo approached you slowly, and settled beside you. “Y/n...please don't cry...you know how much it hurts me...” Yugo was extremely worried, he couldn't care for anything else. “Yugo...I'm sorry...” You had a massive breakdown, and flung yourself into Yugo's arms. “Y/n...it's ok...it's not your fault. You didn't choose this, it's ok. You're my dearest boyfriend, and if...if I had to give up on music for you, I would. No matter what, I would, again, and again.” Yugo held you tightly. “Yugo....” “I love you, Y/n.”

#nijisanji en #noctyx #sonny brisko #sonny brisko x reader #alban knox #alban knox x reader #fulgur ovid #fulgur ovid x reader #uki violeta #uki violeta x reader #yugo asuma #yugo asuma x reader

[ifidiedinadream]

Hi! Since I need to study and I'm feeling absolutely burnt out, I'd like to request something where Allu is being a very supportive long distance boyfriend for the reader, who studies English. When they are finally able to meet after her exam session, Alex does everything in his power to help her relax.

hello my dear i hope you enjoy this!! 🖤🖤

also on ao3

"I'm so happy you're here," Aleksi all but whispers into the hug, "I missed you so much." 

The feeling is mutual. The embrace is warm like only Aleksi's own can be. Outside it's December but in your heart it's finally Spring again. 

You kiss him. It's the first time in months. Your longing is finally satisfied, yet somehow it's like you were never apart - it's like all those lonely nights, all those stressful days you had to go through without as much as a hug never happened. 

To be fair, Aleksi never made you feel alone. He'd text you, he'd call you, always making sure to ask how your studying was going. He knew you'd be studying no matter what time he texted you so he'd remind you to eat at lunch time. He'd send you random texts to remind you to get something to drink, to rest your eyes, to go on a brief walk to stretch your legs. 

(You hope he listened to his own advice. Heaven knows it's not only you who overworks herself in the couple.) 

He'd remind you the result of your exams didn't have anything to do with your worth. That a failed exam didn't mean a failed person. That you were still a lovable person even if you failed all of your exams. That your mental health was more important than grades. 

Every night he would call you, telling you everything about his day, asking you about yours. He'd say how much he was missing you, all the things you would do together once you were finally reunited. Sometimes the stress made it impossible to sleep and Aleksi would send you the music he was working on, asking for your opinion, or memes if he thought you needed a laugh. 

All in all, you can't complain. Aleksi is the most perfect boyfriend you could ask for even when you're apart, but being in his arms is another feeling entirely, and there's no place you'd rather be. 

"Are you feeling a little better? Now that the exams are over?" 

"Most definitely," you say, and the I also feel better because I'm with you stays on your tongue. "Also... thank you for putting up with me while I was studying. I really appreciated it." 

Aleksi only smiles and grabs your hand. He leads you towards the couch and you leave your luggage by the front door. 

"Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, hot chocolate? Some wine maybe?" 

"Hot chocolate would be perfect, thank you." 

As Aleksi goes to make the warm drink, you relax on the couch. Beside you there's a folded fleece blanket, and you don't necessarily feel cold, but when you take it in your hands you find that it smells so much like Aleksi that you can't help but lay it on top of you. It's like having him all around you. It only adds to the relaxation. 

"Cold?" Aleksi asks when he comes back, bringing two fuming mugs along. 

"Want you close." You lift the side of the blanket to invite him to sit down beside you. He does, handing you the mug, and he kisses your cheek before taking a sip. The blanket is now covering you both, and you cuddle closer to him, folding your legs at the knees and resting your head on his collarbone. He kisses your hairline and you keep the hot chocolate in your hands, feeling it warm them up. 

This is all you've ever wanted. 

"So, are you really okay? You got me pretty worried these past few weeks... I hated that I couldn't really do anything for you since we were so far away from each other." 

"Baby." You put the mug on the coffee table across from you and turn to look at Aleksi, lying a hand on his chest. "You don't know how much you helped me. Really. I couldn't have asked for more." 

His features soften and he leans in to kiss you slowly once again. Then you add: "I'm sorry I made you worry. It's all over now, I'm doing much better." 

Aleksi looks at you sternly, raising his eyebrows, as if to ask are you sure sure?, because he just knows you so well it seems. You exhale, defeated. "Okay, I mean, maybe I'm not fully relaxed yet, sometimes I still think that I could've done better, and I can feel tension in random places, but it's gonna be over in a few days." 

Aleksi rests his mug next to yours on the coffee table. His intense stare changes a little, it makes you bite your lip. His warm hand brushes against your knee under the blanket, then moves up to hold your thigh. 

"Maybe I could help with the tension." 

Your body responds to his suggestion at once. You must wear it on your face because he's smiling, and it's no longer the kind smile from earlier. 

"You probably could, yeah," you say with matching playfulness. Still smiling, Aleksi kisses you, and it's a bit more desperate this time. You sigh into his mouth, suddenly aware that it's been too fucking long. You stretch your legs and soon you're lying down, Aleksi naturally coming to lie on top of you. The blanket is all tangled between you, as if binding you together. 

When Aleksi first got on top of you, never leaving your lips, you thought he was about to fuck you like this, looking deep into your eyes while he was slamming into you. However, when his mouth travels down from your own to your jaw, then down to your neck, and his body lowers along in the process, you understand he has other plans. 

He gets the blanket out of the way and looks up at you before opening your pants. You nod at him and your hands tingle with the need of sinking into his fluffy blonde hair, wanting nothing more than to caress it and bring him closer to you. 

Where there's no clothes in the way, your fingers finally fulfill their wish. Aleksi's hair is even softer now that it's longer, and you tug at it when his tongue finally finds your clit, licking at it like it was candy. You wrap your legs around him, his head between your thighs, almost squeezing it every time it feels particularly good. 

It's hard to keep composure. All those times you sent him spicy pictures and he sent you voice audios of him touching himself, groaning your name, all those times you masturbated on camera for him while he told you what to do, what he would've done to you had he been there with you, all of it was awesome but it couldn't quite compare to the real thing. Feeling his breath on your flesh, his actual mouth instead of your fingers on your sensitive bits, his spit, touching his hair and face, this is just one hundred times better. 

"Fuck, I missed you." 

Aleksi keeps you down with a hand on your lower belly when your body starts to agitate. His tongue goes faster and his eyes are closed, only opening when he parts for breath to look at your juices. He doesn't take any more breaks, however, when he notices you're close. It takes him nothing to make you come. He knows you so well, after all. 

He lies down beside you, putting the blanket back on top of both of you. The couch is small and there's little room so your bodies are pressed tightly together. You turn on your side, facing the room, desiring to feel safe and protected in his arms. He hugs you from behind, kissing your neck where he reaches. It feels nice and warm and it helps you get your breathing back to normal after the orgasm. 

His cock is hard against your ass. Maybe absent-mindedly, Aleksi grinds against it, making you drip like you didn't just come a moment ago. You push your ass back, showing him how much you want it, and maybe the friction feels too good or maybe he waited way too long - all you know is he hastily pushes his pants down and takes himself out, sinking home not a second later. 

Fuck. Fuck.  

You throw your head back on his shoulder. He's breathing through his mouth, hand gripping your hip tightly under the blanket. There's no way of conveying how much you missed this with words. The feeling of fullness, of being so close to him you don't know where you end and he begins, being so at peace yet so desperate at the same time. 

"You know I love you, don't you?" 

Aleksi's words are all but a whisper. You push back against him even more, wishing you could fuse your bodies together and just become one. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes, like a vine trying to keep you its prisoner forever, but without the viciousness. It's the same sentiment, you tell yourself. 

Closer.  

Aleksi starts rolling his hips then. It's nice and slow and it feels great. He moans low in your ear and you stick your ass out as much as you can to grant him better access. Soon another orgasm is building up inside you and you let Aleksi know by moaning his name desperately, to which he fucks you harder, his own breathing broken. 

You clench around him, the movements are now intense and if he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, then you'll come in mere seconds. You grab his hand on your chest and squeeze it tightly to release some of the tension, and both your hands are sweaty, and then he's thrusting even harder. 

You come again. This time is more intense because it comes from within, from deep in your gut, and it's all encompassing, making your body shake and convulse. Your moans are loud and when he stills deep inside you, spilling into you, you're still riding your high. 

When it's over, he pulls out of you and you turn around so that you're facing him. You caress each other's faces tenderly, catching your breaths and looking into each other's eyes like you're the most precious thing in one another's life. Then Aleksi kisses you and it's sweet and gentle. 

"How's the... tension?" he asks after a moment, corners of his mouth pulled up in an amused smile. You pretend to think about it, moving your body experimentally. 

"No tension left. Ever thought you could be a physiotherapist?" 

Aleksi snorts. "The music career is going just fine. But I'll gladly be your personal physiotherapist whenever you need one."

#my writing #blind channel fanfiction #blind channel fanfic #rpf #blind channel rpf #blind channel imagines #aleksi kaunisvesi x reader

[cringelordofchaos]

Flicker Eduardo headcanons!!

I know almost no one cares except maybe that one flicker fan scrolling through the flicker tag, but idc

(some of these are weird and stupid)

(also when I say "into ___" I don't mean it in a romantic or s##ual context btw)

pansexual demiboy, he/they, name means "Wealthy Guardian" (only thing canon in this post)

Into rock and heavy metal

Introverted

Into cryptozoology

Into 80's horror movies

Teenager, bout 16-18 y/o

Into werewolves

obsessed with stranger things

Deadname is Valentina (based on the fact that he was initially supposed to be called Valentina and have a different design)

Engages with risky (??) and rebellious behaviour

Divorced parents, father had abandoned both them and their mom and his infant sister

Hispanic

Used to be best friends with Alex, drifted apart and now Ed feels bitter Abt him

Not satanic but they are into studying satanism and people devoted to it

Atheist

Into murder mysteries

Quiet in groups at first until he gets to know others in the group better

Plays the guitar (both acoustic and electric)

Horrible at singing, still likes singing

Used to be in a band with Alex, Amethyst and Prasiddhi

Gets absolutely horrible grades in school besides in literature and Spanish

Theater kid

Dumb#ss nerd

Has sooo many earrings and necklaces

Obsessed with many bands (I can't specify which ones bc i don't know sh#t about music,)(actually screw it I'll name a few that my mom likes

Into Metallica, Radiohead, Queen The Door, and other crap like that (I only listen to Radiohead out of these)

Has one of his eyebrows pierced

Has wolf as their fave animal

Kinda insane (don't ask)

Into paranormal stuff

Brave

Determined and stubborn

Street smart

Skateboards

All about self expression

Known as the quiet kid or the weirdo in school

Likes to go outside at night

Halloween is their fave holiday

Quiet in relation to his negative opinions regarding others

Secretly a MLP + STH fan

Can get bored and distracted easily

Into parkour and tree + rock climbing

Spiritually in the 80's

A really good older sib figure

Attachment issues, fears being abandoned so sometimes they push other people away first, other times he is a bit clingy and desperate

Uses the peace ✌️ and rock 🤘sign quite often

Embraces weirdness

Will always protect and defend people he cares about

Can be kinda rude but also really kind?

Often does the chores in the house, kinda tired from that + schoolwork

Now that Alex isn't their friend anymore, they're just kind of the loner in their class (before he gets sent to the Flicker game)

When the flicker game first starts, he like most people just think it's a run, fake murder mystery game, but one night (a bitttt early on) when they were supposed to get killed they managed to flee and escape into the woods, everyone thinking he's dead

Always puts up a fight when needed

Used to crush on alex and still cares about him as much as he refuses to admit it

Swears a moderate amount

Winks often (ok these HCs sre getting very mundane... um)

Ends up getting along well with most of the flicker players

He constantly feels like HE has to work for everyone (like their mom, having to do chores and upkeep his grades), and although they're very loyal they're also reasonably tired

The start of the flicker game has actually been one of the happiest periods in his life in some time

Can be impulsive

Fidgets often

In classes they barely do anything

Master at solving Rubik's cube

Pretty chill most of the time actually

Into video games too, primarily indie horror and visual novel

Him and Rosalie bicker often

Really wants to be independent, competent and responsible to prove they don't need anyone

They give me Lucas Sinclair and Drew from TMF vibes for sum reason??

Is neurodivergent (bpd, adhd, maybe sumth else idk)

...

Wtf even is this... I'm literally the worst flicker fan to ever exist I'm so sorry

#roblox #rblx #flicker #roblox flicker #flicker roblox #headcanons #im so so sorry #flicker Eduardo

[aloneatpeace]

In another universe

Chapter 13

Fight for home

you blast agatha making her fall on the road .she grunts as she fall your magic hitting her hard.

"I take power from the undeserving. it's kinda of my thing " she absorb your power making your hands turning brownish color , like it's life has been sucked out.

"why don't you surrender your magic to someone who knows to do with it and i let you keep this pathetic little world you created yourself. what do you say ".

you throw a car at her using your power making her crash into a house. you move towards where is landed only to see her gone.

" y/n?? "

Alex run towards you with your boys.

"boys !! " you run towards them hugging them to chest Alex wrap you both in a tight embrace.

sound of footsteps make you siff as you see bonnie and her friends you stand in front of your family.

"y/n i know why you did this . we just want to help you" bonnie calmly said you read her mind and the tall man who give you an understanding look.

"I can fix it " you say in soft voice.

"can you? " a guy in suit ask you. you narrow your eye at him.

"this is my home. It's our home " determined you look at Alex .

"Then lest fight for it " Alex squeeze you hand

"well, well look at that scarlet witch and Bennett witch. so much powers " agatha appear in the sky . she glance at the hunters and vampires . "you brought your friends well I have some of mine too".

witches come out into the street agatha disappear from sky laughing hysterically. you turn to Alex and the boys looking worried. sam watch you sensing your fear for your family.

" y/n" at the tall male you turn to him " we wil keep them safe . " he said with determination .you look back at your family.

"yeah mom go show her who you are " oliver exclaim charile nodding his head you chuckle at them.

" I'll keep them safe petal " Alex squeeze your hand.

" we will help you y/n " bonnie add giving you a small smile.

you node before flying after agatha.

" I really hate witches " dean state.

" well that's something we have common " klaus agree with dean . they start to take out witches as stefan and Elijah protect the kids with Alex.

you land on the center of the Westview a truck pass by you.

" don't shoot I'm just a messager "as get distracted agatha throw a spell at you. you look up to see her floating on top of a building.

she open a spell book with magic floating in front of her. " y/n, did you know there is a whole page devoted for you in the darkhold. that's the book of the damned"

you stand there not knowing what she is saying. agatha turn the page " the scarlet witch is not born she is forged, she has no coven , no need to incantation "

"I'm not a witch, I don't cast spells. no one taught me magic " you yell at her annoyed with her rants.

she make the book disappear " your power exceeds that of the sorcerer supreme . it's your density to destroy the world."

" I'm not what you say I am " you shake your head at agatha.

"oh, really " she chant something making the person close to you stop for a minute.

"y/n "

"Dottie"

" my name is Sarah. I have a daughter she is eight maybe she could be friends with your boys if you like that story line the school bully even. just let her out of the room, I just want to hold her please "

you turn to agatha " what are you doing. you're making her say this ".

" she is your meat puppet, I just cut the strings " she cast the spell now to everyone making the people around you start to walk to you.

" I don't recognize my face in the mirror. my voice when I speak. I try to resist you, but now I can't remember why do you " you turn to look at voice.

" my husband is on a business trip tell him I love him and don't come here ever " you again turn to the new voice.

"I'm exhausted "

they circle around you making you feel claustrophobic hard to breath.

"no you're fine, it's all going to be fine "you try to clam down the people.

" when you let us sleep we have your nightmares "

you shake your head not believing what they say you look around the people

"no that's not true... I've.. I've kept you.... you safe.... in peace "

" we feel your pain "

tears start to form your eyes the voice getting louder.

" your grief is poisoning us " mrs hart yell at you.

"no stop "

" let us go Y/n "

" please stop "

you spun around them try desperately clam the people around you. the voice around you get louder making you feel anxious, overwhelmed and scared your emotions all over the palace.

"stop" you yell hunching over covering your ears unknowingly let your power release the red mist wrap around the people's neck making them the chocking and falling down the ground.

you gasp when you see what you've done . "no... stop.. stop... I'm sorry " you flick your wrist making the chock hold disappear. you apologies repeatedly you look around to see the people with bonnie also panting getting on there feet.

" if you won't let us go, just let us die please " a pained voice begg you.

"I will let you go. I will " letting out laboured breathes you look around the people nodding your head.

" what's stopping you? use your power. " agatha Mockingly encourage you.

you let out a breath before screaming and opening the hex with all power you have left the red beam around you reach the top of the hex opening the barrier around the town.

" GO...all of you now " you yell at the people while holding the hex open.

the Mikealson's brother watches you as you open the hex. the sound of military trucks can be heard. the rest of them catch up where is you stand holding the hex open.

" now you'll see " agatha grin down at you.

" what ? " you ask confused.

" MOM"

"y/n"

you turn to see your boys Glitching away their bodies start to fade away bits bits.

" boys" Alex try to walk towards them but fall down as his one side fade away.

" now do you see y/n. you tied your family to this twisted world and now one can't exist without the other "

" No....no " Tears falls down at the pained cries of your boys

"mom"

" y/n" everyone around your family watch helplessly no one can do anything to save them

" save your family or Westview "

" BOYS" you yell at them literally torn seeing your love fade away your kids crying asking to save them helplessly on the ground tears fall down your cheeks. you close the hex making the boys and Alex whole again as you fall down on your knees.

they run towards you help you stand on your feet . you hug the boys as the wrap their arms around your waist.

"mom "you kiss both boys head and embrace them

"y/n" Alex stand being you one arm around you other around the boys

" hi... hii .. hey " you let out sigh of relief knowing your family is okey . Alex kiss your head with one arm around the boys one stroking your hair . you wipe their tears away running hands through their hair

"aww, how sweet the bunch is whole again " agatha say from .

"NO" "y/n" bonnie and sam yell as they see agatha use her magic on your family.

"NO"you swiftly turn around making a shield around your family protecting them from the blast. Alex wrap his arms around the boys you scream as agatha absorb your power from the shield disappear Alex and the boys look at you sadly at your painful cries .

you let out a gasp when she finally release you. Alex help you stand.

" y/n " Alex glance at your hands that now turned black

" mom are you okey ? " charile ask you.

"I'm fine " you stand letting out breathes . the sound of trucks coming .

you stand in front you family hands in the air ready to protect your family from Hayward.

" don't worry love we got this " klaus speed in front you so does the rest of the vampire. bonnie and the Winchester stand by your side.

you look at them and bonnie and sam give you a node silently telling you they are her for you.

" listen boys your mother and i never prepared for you this " Alex tell them fully confident in his boys ability.

" but you're born for this " you said looking at your boys they smile at you joyfully.

Series masterlist

#castiel #dean winchester x reader #elijah mikealson x reader #klaus mikealson x reader #kol milkealson x reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #tvd x reader #wandavison au #caroline forbes #aloneatpeacefic #wandareader #scarlet witch au #witches #bonnie bennett #agatha coven of chaos #harry edward styles #harry styles x reader #supernatural #the vampire diares icons #kol Mikaelson #Elijah Mikaelson #klaus mikealson

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Ollie & Coco Drabble: Voices

Masterlist

Content: Intrusive thoughts, restraints (consensual), non-human whumpee, multiple whumpees, recovery.

Coco and Ollie are not in a romantic relationship of any kind. Ollie is aro/ace and coco is aro/demi:)

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Coco was not having a particularly good day today. Ollie found it hard to tell most days, partly due to his inability to pick up on others’ emotional states and partly due to Coco’s habit of putting on a metaphorical mask to avoid showing anyone that it was upset, but he could see it very clearly today. It hadn’t moved from Its spot on the couch in hours and always seemed to have Its head tucked between Its legs in a way that covered Its pointed ears. It also hadn’t spoken a word in a while, which only catered to his worry. As much as he struggled with the incessant talking at times, complete silence was so much worse. 

It was well into the afternoon when Ollie finally decided to approach it. He came with a peace offering; a plate of sweet cookies and some mini chocolate bars set on the side, among some fruits and other things he knew it loved. He gently set it down on the coffee table, attempting to muffle the noise of the plate hitting the glass as much as possible, before settling down on the couch with it. 

“Coco?” he whispered as he gently drew Its hands away from Its head. “You are quiet today. I miss you.” 

Much to his relief, Coco tilted Its face to the side and offered a weary smile that didn’t reach Its eyes. “Coco misses Ollie, too,” it finally spoke, fingers curling around Ollie’s slightly larger hand as it struggled to find the energy to sit up. “The… the voices in Coco’s head - they’re very loud today. It tried to make them go away but they just got angrier.” 

Ollie’s heart sank as he wrapped his free arm around Its waist. He brought it a little closer and pressed a light kiss to Its forehead in what he assumed would be a fruitless attempt to soothe the voices himself. 

“What are they saying to you today?” 

It squeezed him tight, seemingly hesitating for a moment before answering the question. “They want it to do bad things,” it admitted into his chest. He could hear Its voice trembling as it struggled to hold the tears back. “To- to Ollie and itself. Coco is scared to move because it might hurt someone if it does.” 

“I will not let you hurt anyone,” Ollie responded in a hushed voice. Despite the fact that it was just them in the room - hell, in the entire house -, there was always that lingering feeling that they were being watched. “We… we have done this before, right? When they were really, really bad and you asked me to put you in restraints for the day. I did not like that at all, but it made you feel safer.” 

Though he did not get a verbal response, Coco gave him a small nod to indicate that it remembered. 

“We sat in a dark room together and you put your head on my chest so you could hear me purr. You said that it was a nice distraction from everything going on in your head. We can do that again, if you are scared…” 

He’d half expected Coco to decline the offer. The only time they’d ever tried it was almost a year ago now. So long ago that Ollie wasn’t even sure he knew where Alex’s old cuffs were anymore. He was ashamed enough as it was to admit that he still had them in the first place, along with quite a few other things of hers that he absolutely should have thrown out months ago. 

He was just scared. Scared that if he threw them out, they’d fall into the hands of someone else like Alex. Someone who could use them to make another person’s life miserable. At least while they were here, he knew they were safe and could be used for something better. 

“Coco wants to do that again,” it whispered, pulling away from Ollie’s embrace to look him in the eye. “Can it just wear the cuffs on Its wrists this time? Please?” 

Ollie didn’t hesitate. “We can do anything you want. I just want you to feel safe. I will go get the cuffs if you turn off the lights in the living room?” 

As soon as he got a nod, Ollie stood up and made his way down to their bedroom, right at the end of the little hall. It was a few degrees cooler inside and Ollie found himself shivering a little as he stepped inside. He’d have to remember to turn the bed warmer on before they went to bed if either of them wanted a good night’s sleep. 

The box that held all of Alex’s old stuff hadn’t been touched in months. It was tucked neatly under their bed, slowly collecting dust as each day passed. He knew that sometimes Coco pulled everything out to give it a clean, though it was secretive about when it did so. He supposed the box and all Its contents would be with them until Coco was ready to give it up, too. The choice wasn’t just in his hands, however much that annoyed him. 

The lights were already off when Ollie finally returned to the living room with the cuffs and their bedroom blanket. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness after coming from his room, but they were eventually able to make out Coco’s small figure wedged into the corner of the couch, already back to Its original position.

“I brought this for us to be under,” he murmured as he set it down across the back of the furniture. It didn’t come as a surprise to see Coco immediately pull it close, letting out a small, somewhat happy noise. “I could also put on a movie for us to watch if my purring isn’t enough.”

The creature shook Its head, already reaching out for him with outstretched fingers. “You are enough.” 

“Okay.” 

It felt unusual, securing the handcuffs on another person. He’d done his best to make them as comfortable as possible, even going so far as to put a layer of padding on the metal so they didn’t cause any injuries. It was just some pieces of thick cloth wrapped around the two circular pieces of metal, but Coco seemed happy enough with what he’d done. 

Once they were on, he pulled the coffee table a little closer to allow better access to the food and finally sprawled himself out across the couch, a pillow beneath his head and under his back for support. 

He offered Coco a small smile, wasting no time wrapping his arms around Its smaller frame when it collapsed on top of him with the blanket around Its shoulders. It was surprisingly comfortable. At least, compared to where they sat last time, which was on the floor. 

Then, with Coco’s ear resting eagerly against his chest, he finally allowed himself to quietly purr. 

“It’s working,” Coco whispered after a few minutes spent in silence. Ollie could feel the muscles resting beneath his hands begin to relax and the rhythm of Its breathing start to morph into something more calm. He heard an involuntary little sigh of relief escape his lips at the confirmation. “The voices are so mean… but Ollie makes them go away, somehow. You are Coco’s medicine.” 

Ollie gently massaged the space between Its shoulder blades, letting the side of his face come to rest on Coco’s head as it listened to the deep rumble coming from within him. He liked that it could find comfort in him. He liked that very much.

And the handcuffs no doubt helped, though Ollie hated seeing such cruel things on someone he cared for so deeply. He just had to remind himself that he wasn’t doing this against Coco’s will. It felt safer with them on. It was a safety measure. Nothing more. 

“Tell me when you would like these to be taken off,” he whispered against Coco’s head, using his pointer finger to hook beneath the chain that held the two cuffs together. “Are they comfortable?” 

The creature nodded, absentmindedly smiling as it tugged on the restraints. “Uh huh. No pain…” 

Ollie sighed. He hoped that one day they wouldn’t need the cuffs at all, but for now, this was the best he could do. 

So he allowed himself to forget about them for the time being, and instead took to running his fingers through Coco’s hair, occasionally massaging Its scalp just to hear the delighted little noises that escaped the back of Its throat. 

It is happy, he thought to himself, that small smile coming back to his face as he stared up at the ceiling. That is all that matters.

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#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump tropes #whump scenarios #multiple whumpees #caretaker #whumpee #o&c stuff

[buriedlove]

Hi. Just a little curious: how many (approximately) partners (like you know... THAT type of partners😅) did BL's had before?? And relationships? If it's not too spoilery ofc... 👀

Hey! Thank you for this ask. Here’s a little (spoiler free) summary of their relationship history. I’m not going to give their official ‘number’ because that may come up in the plot for some characters… but you can probably make a good guess. 

Rota - Rota has never had an emotional relationship - or at least, a reciprocal one. It’s just not part of the culture she lives in. That’s not to say she hasn’t had a sexual relationship. She has plenty of experience there, but it’s never been anything more than physical. That’s why an MC who truly wants to get to know her in every possible way will see a side of Rota never seen before…

Aayush - Oh Aayush. Our vamp boy has been around for a while, ya know? So his number is high. Like… high. In the past he’s been driven by lust not love. With one exception. The one true relationship he’s had in all of his years since becoming a vampire. Since that ended he hasn’t been with anyone else…until now. 

Alex - Alex has had 5 relationships…and not a single one night stand outside of those relationships. Dating isn’t easy with the pack watching your every move, plus Alex is a loyal boy and so emotional connection is important to him. His confidence in all things physical has been dented a bit by things he’s heard Ceri has said to other members of the pack, but as his relationship with MC deepens, his confidence will continue to grow. 

Eli - Eli doesn’t count - he’s too much of a free spirit for that, but he’s definitely enjoyed a number of sexual relationships, wherever he may be in the world. He wouldn’t call any of his relationships serious…although at times his partners might have hoped otherwise. Eli’s conflict between his lack of any kind of monogamous relationship against his desire to find ‘the one’ he’ll share the fairytale story with is a big part of the inner turmoil MC will see on his route. 

Abe - Abe has only had one long term relationship, and that ended in heartbreak for him. He’s had other partners since - but they’ve been purely physical. That might seem out of character for him, but physical relationships don’t scare him - it’s emotional connections and his partner really understanding who he is that terrifies him. I’m not going to go into detail (because…spoilers) but our quiet boy is uh… skilled… when it comes to the physical side of the relationship.  

Lily - Lily has had one happy relationship, and more unhappy ones than any person could count. Being single isn’t a status that Lily embraces, and so bouncing from one toxic relationship to the next has been her pattern. 

Catarina - Catarina has had three serious relationships and had her heart broken once by a cheat…and has been looking for the perfect ‘one’ ever since. She’s had a few friends with benefits relationships since but has kept her heart completely closed with them. Her search for the perfect 'one' brought her into the dome, but will she realise when she meets them?

Cerri - Cerri has had one partner in every sense of the word - Alex - and we all know how that turned out! She isn’t the most experienced in relationships, and scratch under that prickly surface and you’ll probably find a whole lot of insecurity about relationships…

Fleur - Fleur is experienced - she’s confident in herself and her body and has had a number of partners, although no one serious. Fleur came into BL looking for something more serious, but fully prepared to have lots of fun with whoever she felt like if that person wasn’t there. Then she met Zein, and the rest is history.

Zein - Zein has never been in a relationship of any kind. The life of a genie hasn’t allowed space for them to meet their own physical and emotional needs. Being with Fleur is Zein’s first experience and time will tell if the whole thing is too overwhelming for them.

#buried love asks #buried love #interactive fiction #abe buried love #cerri buried love #zein buried love #fleur buried love #alex buried love #catarina buried love #eli buried love #aayush buried love #rota buried love #lily buried love

[invisibleraven]

I'm so mad I forgot it was friday so um, happy saturday prompt: "i'm sad and i demand cuddles." + the greater polyphantoms polycule

One of the best things about being in a polycule was that there was no shortage of people there if you needed someone. Each filling a different role; Alex helping with most school subjects, though Reggie came in clutch when it came to math. Flynn making sure they all looked their best, Julie keeping them all fed, Luke providing metaphors on the fly for any and all writing projects.

Which made Willie wonder what he brought to the table.

Sure, if you needed some art advice or to do something vaguely illegal, he was your guy. But those situations only came up so often.

He was kind of sulking about it, bad brain days could go to hell honestly, when he walked into the studio that afternoon. Only to stop when he came across Flynn curled up and looking miserable.

"Hey Fashionista, what's wrong?" he asked, bouncing on the couch next to her, offering her a wide grin.

"Got into a fight with my mom. Just about stupid stuff, and now I feel..." Flynn groaned, rubbing at her eyes, swiping away the gathering wetness.

"All the things?" Willie offered, causing Flynn to nod. "Anything I can do to help you feel less awful?" He rubbed over her back gently, internally purring over the soft fabric of her sweater.

"I'm sad and I demand cuddles," Flynn said haughtily, sniffling a little. Willie beamed and opened up his arms, sputtering a little when her braids almost landed in his mouth.

They stayed like that for awhile, warm and content. Flynn snuggled into Willie's firm pectoral.s "You're comfy," she whispered.

"And you smell nice," he replied.

"Gardenias. It's a perfume Julie got me for my birthday. They're my favourite flower, but I'm allergic to pollen, so this was the next best thing."

"She's a good egg our Julie," Willie said. Flynn murmured in agreement.

Suddenly the door to the studio banged open, and there stood Luke, looking a bit sheepish, then concerned when he saw Flynn's red rimmed eyes glaring at him. He came over to the couch. "Another fight with your mom?" he asked quietly. She nodded, and he blew out a breath. "Yeah, been there. They suck. Lemme know if you wanna talk about it."

"Already planning a sequel to Unsaid Emily?" Willie snarked, giggling when Luke blushed.

"No! Well, not really." Luke then slumped onto Willie's other shoulder. "I just wanted to write in peace but noooo I gotta do my bio homework. When am I ever gonna use biology in the real world as a rock star?"

"Hey, who scheduled cuddle time and didn't tell us?" Reggie asked from the doorway, his arm over Julie's shoulder.

"Flynn's sad," Luke replied.

"Your mom?" Julie asked, and didn't even wait for a response before she all but sat in Flynn's lap, pressing kisses to her forehead. "I'm sorry babe."

Reggie came to Willie's other side, gently rubbing Flynn's shoulder. "Wish I could fix it sweetpea, but hopefully the cuddle pile helps at least."

"They always do," Flynn replied, closing her eyes, and absorbing all the love of her partners. She let herself be lulled to sleep by their gentle hands, waking up to see Alex smirking down at them all.

"Hey hun, hard day?"

Flynn glanced around at all her friends snoring beside her, still touching her in some way, supporting her, even in their sleep. "Not so much anymore," she replied honestly. Alex grinned and squeezed onto the couch beside Luke, reaching out to grab Flynn's hand and closing his eyes.

Flynn smiled, and let herself snuggle back into everyone's embrace. Sure cuddles and naps didn't really solve her problems, but they made everything feel like less of a hardship, and that was really all that mattered.

#filled prompts #ficlet #the greater phantoms polycule #julie and the phantoms qpr #julie and the phantoms

[sirgiant-blog-blog]

Oh, what fun!

Have you ever received a photo from someone, maybe on your phone, and the first words you said were, "Oh, what fun!"

Or maybe that was your reaction to a friend telling you a story about a recent adventure.

Maybe it was a photo of someone you love who lives far away. Maybe it was a story of someone you love who is much older now.

Maybe it is about building a snowman, riding a water slide, or sharing a horse on a carousel.

I bet when you hear those stories you smile.

I bet you go to that place and time, if just for a moment, in your mind.

Those "remember the time" stories are precious. They bond you with those in your presence whether they are included in the memory or not.

I bet you laugh when you tell those stories. I bet you touch the other person on the shoulder. I bet you glow inside. I bet they do, too.

When Alex was little, and riding in the passenger seat of our car, I would frequently tell him stories from my past. I was so pleased one day when he asked me to tell him 'another one.'

It meant he was listening. It meant he was 'with me' in his mind as I recalled whatever shenanigans I had been involved in when I was a kid.

I was always going for the laugh. Always editing out any stories of sadness or complete stupidity (a LITTLE stupidity was okay).

As an adult, Alex invited me to come along with him on his trip to New York City in 2016. He was 30 and I was 61 years old. We had been to the city in the past but Alex was always a child. This was the first time I was with him in New York as two adults.

We walked a lot. And I talked a lot.

I gave him the "Dad" tour.

I showed him where my favorite arcade was in Times Square, I showed him where Grandma stood in line to see Frank Sinatra, I showed him Washington Square Park and told him how I wanted to be the next great songwriter like the ones who frequented that park before they were famous, I showed him where his Grandpa worked when he was with the NYPD, I showed him where we stood to watch the Macy's parade, I showed him where I begged Grandpa for a sardine sandwich at Horn & Hardart's and then cried because it was horrible (hey, they said it was fish! I thought they meant TUNA fish!), I told him about the Polar Bear at the Central Park Zoo, I told him about the subway tokens, the vendors who sold salty pretzels, dirty water hotdogs, and Italian ices.

And, yes, when we went to McDonald's I told him that it used to be a peep show and, here comes the cringe, yes I had been there.

I really thought I had been reminiscing too much. At one point I thought, "Oh gosh. I hope I haven't been boring Alex with my constant talking."

The relationship between parent and child is so different when the child is an adult. I no longer held his hand as we crossed the street and maybe he no longer enjoyed hearing my "remember when" stories.

Later that afternoon Alex and I were in our hotel room and he called his wife. I sat by the window watching the 8th Avenue traffic from our fourth floor window. Alex sat on his bed and chatted.

I wasn't eavesdropping. But I heard him say the words, "I couldn't have asked for a better tour guide than my Dad!"

Wow!

I think I teared up. It was a wonderful thing to hear.

All my talking and talking and talking, that I thought was becoming a bit too much, turned out to be the "father and son" moment you only see in the movies.

When I share that story now, it brings a smile, and that warm expression "oh, what fun!"

Robin and I visited Helen, Georgia, a couple of years ago. It was just the two of us and I have such fond memories of that experience.

It's a Bavarian town. Or, at least, it's designed to LOOK like a Bavarian town. Living in Florida it is easy to be dissuaded from doing anything "touristy." But that day, in Helen, I was embracing my "tourist" identity! We both were.

Neither of us had ever been there. So we were creating a brand new memory. A future "remember the time" that only the two of us would share.

We visited the souvenir shops with the tacky t-shirts, the gimmicky snow globes, the "home made" jellies, and the glossy post cards.

We went to a German restaurant and, even though I don't drink beer, I ordered a beer and a large salty pretzel.

And, even though I grew up in New York and had seen those horse drawn carriages (often called the Hansom Cabs), I had never been in one.

But, there, in Helen, Georgia, I noticed a little sign in the window of one of the shops that read, "See Helen from a horse drawn carriage. Half-hour rides only $35."

The resulting ride was magical. It was everything you would hope for. Robin even got to feed a carrot to the horse when we were finished.

I took a video during our ride and there is more than one time in that video when you can hear Robin saying, "Oh, what fun!"

We are so familiar with the song, "Jingle Bells," that we often don't realize that the songwriter, James Lord Pierpont, was actually sharing with all of us a fond memory.

Try to read his words without hearing the melody:

"Dashing through the snow

In a one-horse open sleigh

O'er the fields we go

Laughing all the way

Bells on bob tail ring

Making spirits bright

What fun it is to ride and sing

A sleighing song tonight!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh, hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh!

A day or two ago,

I thought I'd take a ride

And soon, Miss Fanny Bright

Was seated by my side

The horse was lean and lank

Misfortune seemed his lot

He got into a drifted bank

And then we got upsot

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh, hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh!

A day or two ago

The story I must tell

I went out on the snow

And on my back I fell

A gent was riding by

In a one-horse open sleigh

He laughed as there I sprawling lie

But quickly drove away

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh, hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh!

Now the ground is white

Go it while you're young

Take the girls tonight

And sing this sleighing song

Just get a bobtailed bay

Two forty as his speed

Hitch him to an open sleigh

And crack! You'll take the lead

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh, hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh!"

Whoa! What a story! And such great advice: "Go it while you're young"!

He's telling us that he had the time of his life with someone he had a special relationship with! He's telling us that, in spite of having a spill in the snow, the two of them were laughing! He's telling us that he and Fanny Bright were even making fun of the horse a bit.

This is a "remember the time" story! Every year we hear it over and over and we miss this story EVERY TIME.

Don't miss your own story. Don't miss your Grandma's story. Don't miss listening, sharing, laughing, maybe even feeling sad together.

Thanksgiving is Thursday. The people preparing that food, and that get-together, are doing everything to make it perfect.

You will be making memories and you will be sharing memories.

There will be footballs thrown, board games played, photos passed around, toasts made, cigars smoked, gardens visited, recipes shared, dogs stealing food under the table, and maybe, JUST MAYBE, someone will offer to take a walk with JUST YOU, or maybe a ride to the store with JUST YOU, or maybe even a ride in a one-horse open sleigh...with JUST YOU.

Oh, what fun.

I painted this using Procreate with the dry brush.

[xprince-of-hellx]

I wish life would be kinder to people.

#I'm just thinking. #Wels has been trying his best for so long and has only been given more hurt and more anger and more suffering. #Jess spent so long feeling like he was nothing and would always be nothing to everybody else and that's not gotten much better here yet. #What did they ever do to deserve any of that. Even Wels. I know he's acted out a lot but god he never asked to be that way. #And he's tried his damndest not to. He's always hated himself for every moment like that and every fear that he wouldn't change. #And he's like that because of what people did to him before and what people have done to him here too. #He was so kind and generous and uplifting. So why did so many bad things have to happen to him and keep happening. #We fucking stayed there in season 8 because he was sure nobody would miss him and I stayed with him. #And Jess had to feel so out of place and so less than so many others constantly. He had to feel so alone. #Both of them did. I fucking did. For a long time I figured nobody would care to be my friend they would just assume the worst of me. #And sometimes they did and barely anybody cared. Wels did Beef did Impulse did and that's basically it for anyone that really tried. #The rest could care less about me. #Cyrus felt pushed away from the start and hasn't felt too much more welcome or accepted over time in all honesty. #He still has plenty of moments where he feels like he'll never truly be loved or cared about or embraced by anyone but me and Wels. #Sometimes he just can't help but feel that way. And he never did anything to deserve feeling that way. #A lot of us struggle with feeling like people won't give a shit and if we just disappeared it would be meaningless. #And god what did we do to deserve that. What did a child do to deserve losing themself the way Alex did. #We're not perfect we're far from it we have our moments but just. Why. #Why do we have to feel this way. Why do some of us have to feel so alone and rejected and hated and unlovable. #We try so hard not to be. #And I just don't understand. #And the body is only 15. How much longer can we even keep going with this. #Trying so hard to just be enough for people. Begging to feel loved. Wondering what the fuck we did. #Constantly asking what we did or why people can't love us or tearing ourselves apart making up answers when we don't get them. #Or just assuming the answers. Or both. #♦️.txt #// vent

[littleoddwriter]

helloooo i LOVE your work, would you be able to do an alex law x gn!reader where his s/o comforts him when he's sick and/or after one of the (many) injuries he sustains? thank you!

Healing | Alex Law x GenderNeutral!Reader

Hello there! Thank you SO very much!!! <3 <3 <3 Ah, thanks for the request, I went for the injury one; I hope you like what I've done with this. :')

summary; While Alex recovers from his injuries, you help him get better and comfort him during his worse moments.

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Injuries; Background Murder; Trauma; Nightmare; Panic Attack; Hurt/Comfort; Short(-ish) Fic.

It's been about ten weeks since Alex has been through hell. He could still barely walk properly, and not for long either, as his shins would always hurt. But his shoulder was the worst. Turns out, having a knife stabbed into your shoulder and through it took a long time to recover from, and it certainly hurt like a bitch every time he so much as thought about lifting a finger.

He was lucky that he wasn't alone, though. After David died and Juliet left, and Alex kept the flat to himself, you immediately moved in with him to take care of him through all of this (and also because you had planned to move in anyway).

You made sure his still tender shoulder stayed mostly still, as he wasn't allowed to move it around too much. You helped him with basic tasks he couldn't do because of it; especially bathing. And you comforted him when things got really bad for him and he had a panic attack; although he would deny having had one, once it was over.

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He'd been taking a nap. The pain medication made him incredibly sleepy, and so he slept more frequently throughout the entire day, as well as he did at night.

During said nap, though, he had a nightmare about what had happened. His therapist, which he visited very reluctantly, told him that it was normal. His mind was trying to process those memories, and so his subconscious turned them into nasty dreams that made him relive that trauma every time he closed his eyes.

"Alex! Baby, it's okay," he could faintly make out your voice. But he was still seeing David on top of him, driving that knife through his shoulder. And Juliet, who made it even worse, after she had killed David.

He cried out in pain.

"Alex, wake up! Come on, please, Alex," he kept hearing your voice ever so softly in the background of what was happening right in front of him.

And then he jolted awake.

Alex's eyes ripped open and he sat up all too quickly, as he was gasping for air.

There were hands around him and especially on his injured shoulder. He flinched.

"No," he whimpered, curling in on himself, trying to get away and to get his breathing under control, but he was still panting, as though he'd just run a marathon. His chest felt so tight.

"Alex, it's me," you called gently, "You're safe. Do you hear me?"

"Y/N?" he whispered, chancing a look at you.

A concerned expression had taken over your entire face, reflecting in your eyes.

Cautiously, he raised his head and looked around.

You were right.

He was safe.

Almost frantically, Alex found your hand and held onto it tightly. He felt like you would suddenly vanish, like none of this was real, and so grabbing your hand like this made it more of a reality. It calmed him down significantly to know you were actually there.

"Is it okay if I hold you?" you asked softly, squeezing his hand back.

He could only nod.

You shifted around a little, not letting go of his hand until you had to, and wrapped your arms around him, mindful of his shoulder, as you put them around his waist, pulling him against you.

With a shaky breath, Alex buried his face in your neck.

You stayed in that embrace, sitting on your shared bed, for a while. Neither of you would have been able to tell for how long, but that didn't matter anyway. What was important was that Alex felt better, calmer, safe.

"Thank you," he murmured against your neck, making you shiver slightly with how it tickled.

"Anytime, Alex. I've got you," you told him gently, "And before you act like this was nothing - Healing is a process. Sometimes a long one. Those nightmares and your panic attacks are part of it. And that's okay. You're not alone. And I'll do everything in my power to support and help you through it."

Nodding, Alex leaned back and smiled at you. It was a small one, but genuine. You haven't seen him smile like that in a while.

Then, you both leaned in and kissed each other ever so gently. It was as though you sealed what you've just said to him with that kiss, letting it sink in and become a truth he still had to learn.

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[starlessea]

Touch Starved (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Drabble: Daryl craves affection - but he doesn’t quite know it yet.

Daryl had never even heard those words, used in that way, or in that order, before you’d said them to him.

It had been in response to him dodging yet another one of your embraces.

“For a man so touch starved you sure do go out of your way to keep it like that,” you huffed, blowing a stray strand of hair away from your face.

Daryl narrowed his eyes, taking another half-step back to ensure that you didn’t get too close.

“Touch wha’?” he repeated, as if the words were foreign to his tongue.

They probably were, you thought, and unfamiliar to his mind, too.

It was nighttime at the prison, and everyone else had already started to turn in. You’d wasted away the evening sprawled out around campfires - relighting them each time they burnt down to embers - and chatting until there was nothing left to say. It had been one of those days that made you forget that the world had ended, but also reminded you of the things you perhaps no longer had.

Ever since the Woodberry survivors had joined the group, new relationships had started to bloom and blossom like the buds on those trees that surrounded the prison. It was beautiful, really, but it also set you alight with jealousy.

You thought that Daryl felt the same - or maybe it was just curiosity. You had caught the man’s eyes drifting along the couples, sitting shoulder to shoulder, or perched between the other’s legs as they whispered amongst themselves. It was a sweet display, even you had to admit.

To be able to find love amidst all this chaos was certainly a remarkable feat.

Though, from the look in that man’s eyes as he watched, he didn’t even seem greedy enough to be considering love. It didin’t fall into his equation. No - what you saw in Daryl’s eyes was a longing just to be touched like that, sweetly and innocently.

That’s why you’d done it. You’d bid him goodnight and moved in for a hug - which he swiftly dodged and looked at you as though you were mad.

“Touch starved,” you repeated - adding no further clarity to your words.

Daryl grumbled something under his breath about not being deaf, and how he’d heard you the first time.

So, you elaborated.

“I just thought you might be craving a little affection,” you admitted, offering a small smile at him - which he struggled to make out in the dark.

You could see his expression clear as day, however, and laughed at the way he scowled in your direction.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not trying to jump your bones,” you chuckled.

That made him even more nervous, and you watched amusedly as the man fidgeted in place - shifting his weight on the balls of his feet.

“Don’ need no affection,” he bit back, but his voice came out raspy. “Nor yer damn pity.”

He shrugged slightly, and you thought that he might begin to walk away - back to his cell to turn in for the night. You quickly shook your head.

“You think that’s what this is?” you asked, but he didn’t seem in any position to give an answer.

It was getting colder as the night dragged on, and you felt your skin prickle in the breeze. You brought your arms to your chest and folded them tightly for warmth. Then, you sighed.

“What if maybe I’m a little touch starved, too?” you confessed, quietly.

Daryl looked like he didn’t know what to say in response. He opened his mouth, but no words came out of it. So instead, you made your way towards him - slowly and tentatively, as though trying not to scare him away.

“Indulge me just this once?” you whispered as you got closer.

The man seemed to debate it for a few seconds, before another gust of cool wind blew and caused you to shudder. He nodded, and leant down slightly for you to take him in your arms.

You stood on your tip-toes and pulled him in close, clasping your hands around his neck and letting your cheek brush up against his ever so slightly. You could feel the way his breath hitched in his throat, since you no longer felt it tickle your skin. He was warm - as opposed to the evening air - and he felt soft to the touch despite his hard exterior.

Yes, you thought, Daryl Dixon had been touch starved indeed.

His hands shyly hovered above your waist for a few seconds before you coaxed him to let them settle there. Then, the two of you pulled back, and he immediately dropped his head to look down at his feet.

You chuckled softly. “See. That wasn’t so bad.”

But Daryl thought it was. Not because it felt that way - quite the opposite in fact - but it was bad because you’d shown him everything he was missing, when he’d rather just remain ignorant.

It was bad because that night Daryl went from being touch starved to touch hungry - but he only ever craved for you.

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45 Prompts for Hand-Holding

I stumbled across this post and I had to do it. Enjoy... (also it’s the best experience when you switch to the goth rave mode)

45 prompts (actually 42 since I skipped the 12th and the 13th one because I wasn’t comfortable and the 26th one, because I had 0 ideas) and all are SFW.

Includes; Wilbur Soot, cc!Technoblade, GeorgeNotFound, Nihachu, Karl Jacobs, platonic!Ranboo, Dream, SapNap, Quackity (separately)

Warnings: specified before each prompt <3 credit to @creativepromptsforwriting for the amazing prompts

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1. Tiny hands in big hands (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

Wilbur was absentmindedly fiddling with your hand as the bus made its way through the traffic. “Your hands are so tiny,” he said, making you chuckle. You interlocked your fingers with his, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

2. Calloused hands in soft hands (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader) TW || anxiety

“It’s okay, you’re with me now,” you said softly, trying to calm Techno down. You took his calloused hands in yours, letting him relax and fall asleep in your embrace.

3. Cold hands in warm hands (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

“Oh, and we should definitely see this place!” George exclaimed. For the past few hours he was excitedly showing you around London, but there was only one problem; the cold. When you didn’t respond, George turned to you and immediately noticed you shivering. He laughed softly before taking your cold hands in his warm ones. Let’s say, this method of warming up was your favorite.

4. Hands for the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding (Nihachu x gn!reader)

You and Niki held hands as you sat on the couch watching a movie. You suddenly thought of how nice your hand fit in hers. “Niki, look it’s like our hands were made for each other!” you said and she laughed, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

5. Platonic hand-holding (platonic!Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

You walked around the city with your best friend, absentmindedly holding each other’s hand and swinging them back and forth just because. Nothing mattered but your friendship and the beautiful views in front of you.

6. Running their thumb over the other’s hand (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader) TW || anxiety

As you entered the party, you regretted coming. There were way too many people for your liking. But this was your best friend’s birthday party and you couldn’t just ditch her like that. Wilbur turned to you and noticed your uncomfortable face. He took your hand in his tracing small circles on it with his thumb, letting you calm down.

7. Dancing with their hands holding onto each other (Dream x gn!reader)

“May I dance with you, my love?” Dream said as he held out his hand to you, smiling. A smile made its way onto your face as you swayed to the slow music, your hand in his.

8. Squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement (platonic!Ranboo x gn!reader)

You looked at Ranboo before making your way to the stage. He gave you a reassuring smile before squeezing your hand one last time and mouthing the words: “You can do this.”

9. Holding hands across the table (SapNap x gn!reader)

A fancy table set up at home due to the virus quickly spreading, candles light up and you two. The perfect date. You took a deep breath before putting a hand on Sapnap’s which was resting on the table. “Sap, I love you so so much. Will you marry me?” he looked at you with nothing but love and happiness in his eyes. “Yes, yes yes,” he said, stretching over the table to give you a kiss.

10. Happily doing everything with one hand even if it means they don’t have to let go (Quackity x gn!reader)

Alex stirred the pot as you chopped onions. Both doing your tasks with one hand. Ask why? Because why let go of your lover's hand when can *almost* do everything with one?

11. Not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd (Nihachu x gn!reader)

The crowd was huge. You knew there were many people who liked the same band as you, but this many people were unexpected. You held onto Niki's hand not to lose her in the huge crowd. "Niki, now I have an excuse to hold your hand at all time." you both laughed, making your way closer to the stage.

14. Grabbing hand to show them something (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

The Louvre was a really pretty museum, and you wanted to see everything. "Look, Wil, there's that famous painting I've been wanting to see!" you tugged on his arm as he chucked at your enthusiasm, following you to the painting.

15. Loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

George laid in your lap as one of your hands loosely held his, and the other played with his hair. This must be what people call peace.

16. Only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader) TW || death, blood, angst

They had found you. Techno was too late and now there you were, laying on the floor and covered in blood. He let out a sob and the only sign of you being alive was your pinkie you had linked with his. And then your chest stopped. You were gone.

17. Holding hands while skating (Dream x gn!reader)

"I'm going to fall!" you shrieked, as Dream just smirked and held your hand tightly. "No, you're not. Look, you're already getting a hang of this!" he encouraged as you straightened your back, a little less afraid.

18. Excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

"I love this song!" you screamed over the song, as Karl nodded, continuing to bop his head to the music. You jumped up and down as the melody got faster. Your hands were linked and you were sure this was the best concert ever.

19. Playing with each other’s fingers (SapNap x gn!reader)

You sat next to him at his desk, watching as he edited yet another video. One of his hands was in yours while you fiddled with his fingers. He turned to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you, baby."

20. Pressing the other’s hand against their cheek (Quackity x gn!reader) TW || sick reader

“How are you feeling mi amor?” Alex asked as he entered your room with a bowl of soup. “I’m feeling better, thanks to you.” you smiled at him as he sat on the bed, checking your fever. You took his hand in yours, pressing it against your cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me, I love you.”

21. Holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall (Nihachu x gn!reader)

You held Niki’s hand as she balanced on the small wall, laughing. Suddenly she slipped on a rock and landed into your arms as the both of you giggled.

22. Grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something (Dream x gn!reader)

“BE CAREFUL!” You felt your hand being pulled, just in time as a car flew by. Dream pulled you into his chest, hugging you as your breaths got steadier.

23. Holding hands under the table (Quackity x gn!reader) TW || someone talking shit abt Quackity

“And how’s it going with your uh...career?” Alex’s friend said sarcastically, obviously making fun of him. Alex’s muscles tensed, and you held his hand under the table, giving it a subtle squeeze. He smiled. “Better than yours.” As you two stood up and left.

24. Only realizing it when they have to let go (SapNap x gn!reader)

“Sap, it’s okay, I’m fine now. You don’t have to hold my hand. Thank you so much for the support.” SapNap looked at you, his gaze shy. “What if I don’t want to let go?” it was almost inaudible, but you heard it. You smiled, interlocking your fingers together. That’s a way to confess your feelings.

25. Standing in front of each other, holding both their hands (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

“y/n, I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” Wilbur said, holding both of your hands. You looked at him curiously, your brows slightly furrowing. “Will you marry me?” you gasped, immediately smiling. “YES, YES AND YES!” you screamed as Wilbur slid a pretty ring on your finger.

27. Passionate hand-holding (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

“Hii.” you said before plopping onto the couch next to Karl. You intertwined your fingers, wanting to never let go as soon as his hand touched yours.

28. Grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

“y/n, be careful, there’s a bump there,” George said as he pointed to the part of the road just ahead of you. Seems like he’d said it too late, because the next thing you knew, you were falling down. But thanks to George’s reflexes he held your hand just in time, preventing you from hitting the ground. “Thank you,” you breathed out, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

29. Holding hands while running through the rain (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader)

“I told you this'd be fun!” you said as the both of you ran around in the rain, laughing and holding hands.

30. Brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second (Dream x gn!reader)

Your breath hitched as Dream’s hand brushed yours lightly, and as your pinkies linked for a second, you started to question if your feelings towards him were really platonic.

31. Grabbing their hand to grab their attention (Quackity x gn!reader)

“Babyyyyy.” you whined as you came into Alex’s room. “You’ve been editing for so long already, you need to get some rest, and also give me cuddles.” Alex chuckled as he turned to you in his chair. “Ten more minutes mi amor.” he said, also missing you a lot. But today you weren’t having it, so you grabbed his hand and tugged on it. He rolled his eyes and chuckled, following you to the couch in the living room.

32. Not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

“Baby?” Wilbur asked and you hummed in response, not tearing your eyes off of your book. Your hand was in Wilbur’s who was scrolling through his phone. “I love you.” you turned to him, smiling. “I love you too, Wil.”

33. Bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go (SapNap x gn!reader) TW || a small injury

“You should’ve been more careful.” your best friend complained as he bandaged your hand. You had accidentally broken a cup and a piece of glass had cut your hand. When Sap finished his hand lingered on yours a little longer, making your cheeks lightly heat up.

34. Holding hands while driving (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

Karl’s left hand was on the steering wheel and the other one was interlocked with yours. A song was playing as you sang along and enjoyed the little moment.

35. Grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them (Nihachu x gn!reader)

The alarm clock beeped loudly, waking the both of you up. “A few more minutes...” you whined, but Niki was already starting to stand up. You caught her hand and lightly pulled her towards you. “Nooo a few more minutes but only with you,” you said as she laughed.

36. Unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

Your hand unconsciously searched for George’s, as you laid half asleep. Once you did, you interlocked your fingers and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

37. Not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

You sat on the couch in your friend’s house as the party became louder and louder every minute. Wilbur was next to you and you mindlessly interlocked your fingers. “I didn’t know you two were together.” one of your friends said, passing by. Your cheeks heated up as you slightly let go of his hand, but not completely.

38. Swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children (Quackity x gn!reader)

You and Alex swung your interlocked hands as you skipped around. In the daylight, when the streets were crowded this was not enjoyable; but at night, hanging out in a park while no one was there to throw you weird glances, it was perfect.

39. Holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition (Dream x gn!reader)

“Oh look! There’s that famous exhibition!” Dream exclaimed as he tugged on your hand. You followed him, curious about what you were going to see.

40. Letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader)

“Be careful, there’s a tree.” you let go of his hand for a second and as soon as you passed the tree, you softly took his hand in yours, continuing your walk in the forest.

41. Loosely holding onto each other’s hand (Nihachu x gn!reader)

You and Niki walked around the city, while she excitedly pointed out some important locations. You were loosely holding her hand, fascinated by everything around you.

42. Dragging the other with them, holding their hand (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

“Come on baby, you have to go to sleep, you’re overworking yourself.” Karl tried to convince you. You weakly asked for a few more minutes, but Karl took you by the hand and dragged you to bed. You were thankful because if not for him you’d be asleep on your desk in a few minutes.

43. Raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

Your first date had been awesome. Wilbur was a true gentleman. As he opened the door for you to get out of the car, your eyes met. “Thank you for today Wilbur. I loved our date.” You smiled at him and he did so too, gently lifting your hand and pressing a quick kiss on it. “So... maybe you’re up for a second date sometime?” You nodded, not missing his rose-tinted cheeks.

44. Holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together (Dream x gn!reader) TW || cliff diving

"Ready?" Dream asked, giving your hand a subtle squeeze, and after you nodded, you jumped down into the beautiful blue waters, not letting go of Dream's hand.

45. Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together (SapNap x gn!reader)

Sapnap hoped that you wouldn't take this as an excuse to hold your hand, but he had to give it a shot. "y/n, let's compare hand sizes." you pressed your palms together, and before you knew it, Sap had linked your fingers together. Not that you minded, though.

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