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911 lone star -> carlos + gripping TK's neck
#911 lone star#tarlos#911lsedit#tarlosedit#tk strand#carlos reyes#i am unwell today#I'm in my soft dom carlos feels rn ngl#the possessiveness in this gesture that he does. constantly#he has claimed tk and that spot as his#but also the way some of these are passionate and others are just soft and reassuring and full of love#ok imma stop now
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Haiii! I absolutely ate up your one piece tk headcanons! Could we get some more? 👉👈
Hiiiii! Of COURSE you can have more one piece headcanons! I am so in love with this show but Netflix WON’T PUT THE NEXT SEASON ON UGH so unfortunately I am still on pre timeskip. This time around we’ll be doing the more main characters, since I did my faves last time! If you want a specific character let me know!
Monkey D. Luffy:
The biggest switch in the entire show
He loves tickling people and being tickled
CANONICALLY ticklish as we’ve seen
Def weak everywhere, but his worst spots are his feet and sides
Good luck catching him though, he can use his devil fruit powers to escape
VERY squirmy, but it’s just reflexes. He’s enjoying it
When tickling you he’s constantly switching the spot he’s tickling so you can never guess
He will laugh along with you
Roanoa Zoro:
Hard to catch off guard
He's always on guard and can easily catch you even if he's sleeping
He’s ticklish mainly on his torso, like his sides, belly and hips
His neck and shoulders are pretty bad too
He’s pretty lazy but will not give up a chance at seeking revenge
A VICOUS ler, but will only tickle you if you tickled him first
Can tell when you’ve had enough and will just leave or go back to sleep when he’s done
Sanji:
If you’re a man you’re getting kicked across the room
Don’t bother
But if you're a girl you can just tell him not to move and he will try his best not to
Has very ticklish palms, they’re soft since they’re never used in fights
Legs are easily his worst spot, inner thighs and behind the knees will make him squeal
His hands are very skilled so he will have no trouble skittering his fingers all over you
A SUPER sweet and gentle ler to girls, but vicious to men
If you’re a girl he will blush so hard while tickling you, and will apologize profusely if he feels like he went too far
But if you’re a dude he dgaf
Has wrecked Luffy more than once for stealing food
Nami:
LMFAOOO GOOD LUCK 💀
Don’t bother, if you even think about it she'll set you straight
Very ticklish on her belly and underarms
But as I’ve said her worst spot is her ears
If you’re SUPER close to her she’ll take it for a little
But she will punch you when she’s had enough
Immediate revenge after she punches you off
Her fingers are quick, but she’ll stay in the same spot mostly
Not very skilled in tickling, and it ends pretty quickly since she’s just tickling you to blow off steam
Ussop:
Definitely the most ticklish strawhat
Poor dudes ticklish everywhere
Claims he isn't ticklish and tells lies about it
Tried to distract you and change the subject immediately
He’ll lie even when you’re wrecking him
Surprisingly good at tickling
Has everything planned ou and knows how to get you down
While tickling you he tells you a story about how he took down a monster with this “tactic”
Backfires on him 60% of the time bc he’s distracted with the story
Koby:
A SQUEALER when tickled, he gets so loud
He honestly doesn’t mind them that much, but he can’t handle rough ones
He only lets people close to him tickle him, like Helmeppo or Luffy
His worst spot is his belly, mainly his belly button
His ears are pretty bad too, he’ll scrunch up and squeak
He gets really red and cries easily, but don’t worry he’s not in pain just listen for when he tells you to stop
Like Luffy he likes tickling people, he finds their reactions fascinating
An unintentional teaser, he asks how much it tickles out of pure curiosity
Low key is more embarrassed and flustered than the actual lee
#one piece#one piece tickle#monkey d. luffy#roanoa zoro#sanji#koby#nami#ussop#whoever you are#if you want to talk about op tickles with me#DO IT#MESSAGE ME#PLEASE
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*sigh*
I'm going to be talking about a game today.
For now, we won't be talking about the things happening with the creator. Only the game. I've been wanting to talk about this game for a while, but haven't had the guts to due to the creator and the horrible things she and her husband have done.
Today I'm going to be talking about the game Your Boyfriend. Yup. T h a t o n e
Like I said, for this post we will only talk about the game. Nothing on the creators because I don't believe it is my place. If you want to know about it, I suggest this video
the video link is unavailable, so you'll need to find it manually.
Again, we will ONLY be talking about the game.
So, trigger warnings: obsessive love disorder, ranting, you boyfriend game, murder, etc.
So without further adue, let us proceed.
So if you don't know what YBG is, YBG is a visual novel horror game about a man who is obsessed romantically and sexually with you the player.
The man will be referred to as Peter seeing how that's his name- anyway.
First, let me say I've only seen up to day 2- or whatever day He kidnaps you. Yeah he does that. So my summary might not be accurate
So the game begins with you being at the park, your favorite spot. Here you meet Peter who claims to be your boyfriend. You can either go with it, or not. Your choice.
I haven't seen a playthrough in a while, so this is rusty. You later go to a flower store and meet him again, reaching for the same rose you are. He's like 'oh sorry' and you can react negatively or positively. Reacting negatively will make him hold the rose super right he bleeds.
Anyway the day ends with him at your window. Spooky/sarc.
Already right off the this sucks. But we ain't done we have day two.
In day two you go to your job, and you meet TK, your fellow employee, and someone who has romantic feeling for you.
During your job you see Peter again. Again being able to react negatively or positively, each ending in a different reaction. If you act positively, he'll walk you home, in which Dom..? I think, your landlord says your roommate hasn't been paying their share and might need to be kicked out. Peter offers to live with you with sexual intentions. If you agree your roommate will appear and be pissy.
Now if you react negatively, go finish your shift and go home, your roommate, Lucy is her name, noticing you look distraught. You two get high or drink, I don't remember, and I think y'all end up fucking.
Now here is where the next part comes into play, where you have a horrible headache or smt and leave your room to find pills. You see a figure in front of you, and you think it's Lucy and they are offering pills. Before you can react, they are shoved into your mouth and your mouth is covered and you hear Peter say something so forgettable that I don't care.
Nice. This game STINKS.
Not only does it romanticize a person with obsessive love disorder, it's just not scary!!! Yes the concept is truly horrifying, seeing how it's something that has, and does happen!! But this game treats it like us haha silly. And it's like. FUCK NO.
This game HAD potential.
Let's also talk about the style of the game- the visual novel style.
This style is only good for horror Under VERY specific circumstances. It needs to be done right, and holy hell does this game not do it right. It's terrible. The game just tells you the thing to fear outright or shows you completely. There isn't any FEAR here. It's not SCARY. Orginally when I first learned of the game, I was pretty young, but I still had my obsession with psychology, so I thought this game was going to be a psychological horror, and show the fear behind this concept.
BUT NO.
IT JUST THROWS JT AWAY GOD DAMNIT!!! INTO THE BIN!!!
And I HATE how this game claims to be mature for more than the sex themes!! Fuck, bendy and the ink machine, a mascot horror game for 13 plus is scarier than this shit.
Anyway I hate this game <3
#ybg lucy#yb game#ybgpeter#fuboo#Fuck fuboo#Anti-fuboo#Anti-ybg#Ybg critical#your boyfriend#yb fandom#I hate this game so much#I want it to b u r n
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this fucking prick won’t let me leave I’ve been stuck for hours in their web if anyone hears me please send he-
SPIDER-ACID HCS‼️ (normal and tk ones)
-Alright let’s start with some angst hcs to get it outta the way
-After Elijah’s best friend (or his drummer) died, he couldn’t stand to hear the sound of drums.
-Because of this, when the band eventually got a replacement drummer he felt a strange hatred towards them and at the end of only the first song he smashed his guitar and left.
-When he was first made a member of the spiderverse, when he heard that Gwen was a drummer from Hobie then he wanted to stay away from her to not trigger the feeling of grief again, but at the same time felt he needed to face his grief.
-Alright enough sad ones let’s go
-Since Elijah knows Spanish, he often has full conversations with Miguel in Spanish
-But at the same time whenever he talks shit about someone in Spanish Miguel’s able to call him out on it
-lost hard candy privileges after Miguel witnessed him chewing a jolly rancher
-The spiderteens will sometimes go into a dark closet and will have a ‘disco’ with Elijah’s glowing suit
-Even if Elijah has control over what color his suit is, his emotions can sometimes trigger a specific color. Strong emotions like happiness, shock, anger, or sadness.
-He claims he completely fried his vocal cords from his band career but at the same time is probably just using it to excuse his teenage voice cracks
-Dropped out of high school in his sophomore year to focus on music
-The MJ in his universe was his bassist, Michelle James. He had a crush on her ever since Fletcher (his drummer) introduced him to her.
-Ight…. tickle hcs
-Elijah was always one for physical affection, and that includes tickling
-HUGE switch. Can easily wreck someone but at the same time can easily be wrecked
-Is a master of disguise and loves to surprise attack people to see their funny reaction
-His favorite move is to crawl his fingers up someone’s back like a spider until he suddenly latches onto the back of their neck and squeezes to hear them squeal, I didn’t make this it’s just common sense
-Learned from Miguel about the amount of power he has with his fangs and how he can dispute nibbles and has been a little bastard about it ever since
-Now don’t think that he’s gonna get away with being a ler so much
-His worst spots are definitely his shoulder blades, tummy, hips, and sides
-Strangely enough, his melt spot are the insides of his arms. Just run your fingers down them and he’ll evaporate into a giggling puddle
-Starts off with a very giggly and wheezy laugh but will turn into high pitched cackles if you manage to get him good enough
-AND DONT EVEN THINK FOR A SECOND HES ABLE TO HANDLE RASPBERRIES, NIBBLES, AND KISSES NO SIR
-He can’t handle the taste of his own medicine and will be squealing and shrieking for a break
-He’s able to hold back his laughter when tickled by most people, but someone like Jessica Drew or Miguel then he’s done for
-Often gets tickled whenever he’s being a little shit or just showing them that teenage attitude
@parker-fluff I DONT WANNA KEEP BOTHERING YOU WITH THIS DUMBASS I SWEAR THISLL BE LIKE THE SECOND TO LAST POST I MAKE ABOUT HIM
#I SWEAR ON MY TIDDIES ILL STOP#tickling#sfw tickle community#atsv tickle#atsv tickles#spidersona tickles#elijah parker#spider-acid#tk headcanons#tickle headcanons
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Vikings Headcanons pt. 3
Since there's a new Vikings-Fic about Ragnar and Rollo coming up, I felt the strong urge to get those two brothers some tk-headcanons as well! Hope you enjoy!
Ragnar Lothbrok
Ragnar is the younger of the two brothers. Nevertheless he's at least equal to Rollo and has great leader-qualities what makes them rival a lot. Silently they love each other what makes their little quarrels often result in tickle-fights, since no-one wants to actually hurt the other, verbally nor physically.
The ambitious Viking has a long breath, when it comes to tickle fights, tickling others as well as being tickled. He's definitely more sensitive than anyone would've thought but there are only a few spots, that really get to him.
Ragnar may not be the stronger one (even though he claims to be), but he's definitely more cunning than Rollo. He's the only human alive, able to predict his brothers actions what can be quite a big advantage. He often uses that sixth sense to attack before Rollo does to decide the fight for himself.
You'd probably expect the fierce Viking leader to identify as a Ler. Wrong! Ragnar is well now for his open-mindedness what makes him a chaotic switch! Of course he prefers wrecking his brother, sons or wife but he isn't ashamed if he becomes the target once in a while! Although, Ragnar would never let someone tickle him without taking sweet (and probably pretty excessive) revenge.
Knees, sides, obliques and feet. Touch one of those spots, sit back and enjoy him trying to hold his shit together. You'll tickle the heart out of him if you focus on these but I'd suggest to hold him down good. Once he gets up, prey to your gods cause you ain't ready for this comeback.
Rollo Sigurdsson
Rollo takes his position as 'big brother' pretty serious and permanently looks for reasons to put Ragnar in his place. Tickling is his favoured technique by far. He just loves forcing his lion-hearted legend of a brother to laugh like a helpless child while being in charge completely, able to not only predict but control any of his reactions and movements.
As you can imagine, Rollo is 110% Ler. With his most iconic character trait being an invincible warrior, he hates nothing more than being taken down by something as childish as tickling. Even worse if it's his younger brother. As much as he hate's being the victim, he loves being the bully. Rollo finds literal peace of mind by tickling others to the edge of madness. He clearly has sadistic tendencies but he only lives them out on his brother. Sometimes he tickles his little nephews, Ragnars sons, but with far more mercy, only for shared laughter and bonding.
He'd rather die than admit it, but Rollo definitely has more weak spots than Ragnar. Actually, there isn't much skin on his body, that isn't extraordinary sensitive. Due to all the years of excessive battle training, the fierce Viking-warrior became super reactive and is on the move the whole time. His body considers any touch as a potential threat at first, what makes him extremely ticklish. According to Rollo, that's just nervousness but his warm and resounding laughter at the slightest touch, pretty much gives it away.
When it comes to a fight, Rollo always triumphs, except for tickle fights. He still got the upper hand most times but due to his extreme ticklishness, he’s defeated the moment someone makes it through his guard. Ragnar often laughs and calls it divine justice, the most sadistic Tickler is also the most sensitive target.
#vikings headcanons#tickle community#ragnar lothbrok#rollo#tickle headcanons#vikings tickle fic#tickle fic
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Wake up brain is back in action Mushie!
So, I'll make it lee!George for you and lee!Dream for Llama
Sapnap telling Dream that George needs an exorcism after he says something extraordinarily mean. So he uses a pen to draw random symbols on George’s arms and forehead before shoving him onto his back so Dream can grab his arms. He then rather aggressively shakes George into the bed, yelling for the demon to get out of their friend. George makes a noise of surprise first before bursting into giggles at how silly the situation is. Sapnap claims the demon is laughing at them so he knuckles his ribs which gets him immediately screaming and thrashing like an exorcism No amount of pleading or bargaining convinced them to let him go, it's only when George begins to play along, shrieking out that he's been freed and the demon's gone now. They both back off and act relieved that it worked. Sapnap wipes away his tears and brings him up into a hug, George in a few seconds feels Dream behind him, sandwiching him in. The body heat comforting him. "You guys are idiots" is the last thing he says before falling asleep against Sapnap’s shoulder
omg sleepy.....do you just wake with ideas like this???? i wake up ideas too but not THIS detailed, holy cow. you are just....a genius in every way, sleepy 🥰
firstly, sap and dream are so extremely playful and george is just so wild that they would have so much fun in a scenario like this. because sap and dream would be holding him down, drawing random patterns everywhere they could reach (focusing on the extra tkly spots like his triceps and palms - he even feels his shirt lift and tks along his ribs that make him squeal). and george just has to lay there and.....take it. bc what is he gonna do, fight back? dream has both of his wrists held down to the bed!
and they start telling him he's possessed and they need to give him an exorcism NOW before it's too late!!!! george is screaming and laughing and thrashing and it's just complete chaos as sapnap fights to throw his leg over george's waist to straddle him. but george is squirming so much dream has to hold his wrists in one hand for a second before leaning forward to place his hand on george's stomach. he has to push on it lightly so his body stays down on the bed long enough for sap to finally take his place on george's hips
when george gets cackling from how ridiculous this whole situation he is sapnap just gasps in fake offense, quickly rubbing his knuckles against george's ribcage. and george screams and howls and laughs and he's in hysterics because it tks SO FUCKING BAD and he cant handle it!!! he doesn't know what to do besides scream and thrash and kick. he can hear dream and sapnap, giggling and still shouting this back and forth to each other about how possessed he is and how they need to "rid george of the demons!"
eventually george can't take anymore. sapnap has been rubbing into his ribs and kneading into his sides and soon enough he feels sapnap's thumbs drilling into his hips. he shrieks and just goes "OKAY OKAHAHAY I'M C-CUHUHURED! I'M NOHOHOT P-POSSEHEHESSED ANYMOHOHORE!". finally sap and dream take pity on him and he feels sap wipe the tears off his cheeks. he hadn't even realized he was crying bc of how hard he was laughing, but it warmed his heart that sap paid enough attention to comfort him that way.
george would let himself be cuddled and squished and squeezed because fuck, he deserves it after that torture. and of course he calls them idiots before he falls asleep in the little cuddle pile ):
#lee!george#ler!dream#ler!sapnap#sleepy anon#asks#SO CUTE ):#i will sob#i will cry#i will scream and backflip off of something#i love this sm its so cute#SLEEPY u are a lil genius#thank u for the hcs and concepts always!!!!!!!!#mushie concepts / hcs#mcyt tickle
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taekook hanging out with wooshik and his brother🙈 gotta say even before this photo, it was telling that wooshik, tae's best friend, followed only jungkook out of all the other bts members and not only follows but ocassionaly likes his posts, like it doesn't have to mean a romantic relationship but to all the losers out there claiming tae and jungkookie are awkward, it's pretty clear that's not the case, let's also not forget junkookie talking to wooga at hobi's listening party, anyway can't believe we actually got this photo, I'm glad they're having fun
Another ask on the same topic:
you’ve probably already heard about the bowling outing with taekook, wooshik and his brother. apparently his brother got harassed to the point where he took his IG post down. from what I’ve heard anyway because I don’t know his brother’s IG to actually check. if true, it’s really sad and annoying as hell that people resort to harassing anyone who posts about taekook hanging out together. i don’t see them doing this whenever it’s any other pair from the group hanging out.
And finally:
Have you seen the bowling photo reflection where they said TK seemed to be holding hands. What do you think?
I decided to combine these three asks all about the bowling photo mostly because I don’t want it to completely take over my blog lol.
I have a few thoughts about this. One is that while obviously I don’t see bowling as the be-all-end-all of romantic events, I definitely do think it’s significant that Taehyung and Jungkook were out having fun with one of Taehyung’s best friends and said best friend’s brother. That, as the first anon pointed out, is a pretty clear indication that Taehyung and Jungkook have a close relationship.
And I agree that it’s always seemed significant to me that Wooshik only follows Taehyung and Jungkook on Instagram. It’s social media, it’s not like that by itself is necessarily a huge deal, but since we know that Wooshik is close with Taehyung, it does seem to me to be an indication that he follows Jungkook because he has a personal relationship with him as well.
As for the photo itself, I think it’s really nice that Wooshik’s brother posted it. I really wish the fandom as a whole had responded better. He did end up deleting it, from what I saw, and who knows if that was because of harassment in his DMs or just the constant spamming in the comments.
I saw a lot of embarrassing nonsense from Jikookers, Taekookers, and even non-shippers, and I wasn’t even paying that much attention. I really don’t understand how anyone thinks that kind of thing is appropriate and I wish it would just stop.
Finally, on the topic of the reflection making it look like TK were holding hands, I’m sorry if this is disappointing, but I don’t think they were. In the photo, it seems like Taehyung is standing at least a couple steps ahead of Jungkook, which means that in order for them to be holding hands, Jungkook’s arm would have to be extended in front of him.
It seems to me that we’d be able to tell from the position of his shoulder if that was the case, and his shoulder seems in line with the position it would be in if his arm was just at his side. So no, I don’t think they’re holding hands in the photo.
What I take from this photo, personally, is that it’s further proof that Taehyung and Jungkook spend time together off work, that they’re close enough to spend time with not just each other’s friends but also family of each other’s friends, and that they clearly have ways to go out and have fun, even together, without being spotted by fans. And also that in all areas of this fandom, there are people who seriously need to learn some boundaries.
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Carlos watches TK disappear into the crowd and it’s not long before he feels a body slide up beside him.
The blond's name is Bryce. He’s cute, funny, and his mouth pulls slightly to the left when he smiles.
“You know,” Bryce says, “I don’t usually get this lucky. I thought this was going to be another pine from afar situation until I saw that guy that was with you to get up. I thought for sure he was your boyfriend.”
Carlos tips his half empty bottle of beer back and forth on the table. “Why would you think that?”
Bryce shrugs. “I guess the way that he looked at you. It was like he knew that you were special. But I’m willing to guess that a lot of people look at you like that.”
It’s nice to hear, and the smile that spreads across his face is genuine.
“He’s a coworker,” Carlos tells him. “A new coworker so I don’t know much about it.”
Bryce nods. “Where do you guys work?”
It would be easy to lie and tell Bryce they work in an office or in construction. Carlos could take him home and work off whatever tension TK claims he has. There’d be no harm in it.
He makes a mistake when he glances out onto the dance floor and spots TK writing what must be his number on the palm of a very well-built man.
“I’m sorry,” Carlos tells Bryce. “But I have work in the morning so I should probably go.”
“Oh,” Bryce says. “Can I at least—.”
“It was really nice to meet you,” Carlos interrupts. “Get home safe, okay?”
He’s up before he can hear Bryce’s response and he’s halfway across the parking lot to his car when he hears TK call his name.
“Hey,” TK yells, jogging to catch up, “you’re going? What about that guy?”
Carlos shakes his head. “He was a Rangers fan,” he lies and TK snorts.
“You’re ridiculous,” he says. “Do you think you could give me a ride home?”
“I thought you said I was ridiculous?”
“You are, but you also have a car so….”
Carlos rolls his eyes and hits the unlock button on the key fob. A few yards away the headlights flash on the Camaro.
“Get in,” Carlos says and TK grins.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were leaving?”
TK asks once Carlos pulls out of the lot. “Especially if you were leaving alone.”
“You seemed like you were busy,” Carlos says. “I thought maybe you had a thing going with that guy. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“That guy?” TK questions with a frown. “You mean that guy I fake-numbered? No, I wasn’t going home with him.”
“Why did you fake number him?”
“He approached me in the bathroom and then he wouldn’t take no for an answer so—hey.”
TK braces himself against the dash as Carlos hits the brakes a little too hard at a light.
“Sorry,” Carlos apologizes, “he approached you in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, I mean, you know how it is.”
“Not really.”
“Of course you don’t,” TK says under his breath before he clears his throat and looks out at the passenger side window. “He was just a drunk idiot and I knew I had to either fight him or play along. I took the more passive route. I feel sorry for whoever’s number I actually gave him, though.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“To who?”
“Me.”
“I thought you were hitting it off with that guy. Plus what were you going to do? Fight him yourself? Take it as a compliment when I say you don’t seem like the type.”
“I would fight for you,” Carlos says and TK whips his head around to look at him. “Any of us would,” he clarifies. “I just want you to know that if you ever have a problem you can come to us. We’re a team. A family.”
The light turns green and Carlos slowly pulls through the intersection.
TK nods and falls silent, staying that way until Carlos pulls up outside his condo.
TK unbuckles and pops the door open but turns to look at Carlos before he climbs out.
“Thanks,” he says, “for the ride and what you said about the team. It means a lot.”
“It’s true,” Carlos tells him. “I know it can’t be easy being new to a team but we’re all in this together.”
He winces and TK barks a laugh.
“You’re a dork,” TK tells him. “But you’re sweet.” His eyes soften as he leans forward then yanks himself back and scrambles out of the car. “Thank you for the ride,” he says as he stands safely on the sidewalk. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
TK shuts the door and is halfway up the walk to the front door before Carlos can even think of responding, his mind still struck on what he thinks almost happened.
It felt a lot like TK was about to lean over the console and kiss him. His cheek or mouth—he’s not sure either would have been appropriate for a teammate, especially in this context but…what else could it have been?
TK turns after he’s opened the door and waves. Carlos waves back, like nothing happened at all, then pulls away from the curb.
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Welcome to the Family
There were more cars than usual in the driveway when he arrived at his dad and Grace’s house for the week. He was still getting used to the fact that he had a dad. And a Step mom and sister. There had always felt like something was missing from his life, and when his biology teacher had brought up DNA testing with companies like 23andme, he thought it might give him the answers his mom hadn’t been able too.
He knew that she had always felt guilty when she wasn’t able to give him a specific answer when he asked who his father was. She had always told him that he was a man that she had met one night, and afterwards when she found out she was pregnant, she decided to just go it alone. She hadn’t even been sure where to look, or anything beyond the fact that his brothers had called him “J” which in Texas, wasn’t much to go by. Wyatt wasn’t mad at his mom about the lack of information, but he also hadn’t been willing to go his whole life without knowing where the rest of his DNA came from.
He hadn’t been prepared when he had met his father for the first time, in hindsight confronting him at work was probably not the best idea, but he had thought it would be better than surprising the man at his home. Especially when he wasn’t sure what Judd Ryder’s reaction or current family life would be. He had been both scared and impressed with the man when he immediately told his wife who the teenager standing in front of him claimed to be. He didn’t really blame him for the reaction either, finding out you have a child that is almost an adult would be a bit jarring and even unbelievable. He had been surprised when his father’s wife asked for his phone number so that they could contact him.
He still couldn’t believe that after that less than awesome first meeting, Wyatt felt like he was truly a member of the Ryder family. He loved getting to know his dad, Grace, his little sister Charlie, and his grandpa Stuart. He wasn’t sure who all the cars belonged too, but he did spot his grandfather’s truck as he walked closer to the house. He was soon able to hear the laughter of the Vega twins who were being chased by a big furry dog, he had to quickly jump out of the way when he was almost barreled over by them.
“Sorry Wyatt” was shouted by both of the twins as they ran back towards the crowd of people.
Grace happened to look up as he turned the corner “Wyatt, so glad you are here. Your sister has been waiting for you all day.”.
He followed her gaze to the blanket that was on ground next to a chair holding his father. Charlie must have heard his name, because she turned her head towards him, shrieking with laughter when she spotted him. He loved it every time she did that, like he was one of her favorite people and she was happy to see him. He walked over to the duo, leaning in to hug his dad before he sat on the blanket, causing Charlie to waddle over to him. “Hey dad. How is the leg?”
“Still there.” Was the deadpan answer from his dad, one he really should have expected at this point. “Just kidding, its not too bad, just itches like crazy. Your sister sure is happy to see you” Judd noticed with a smile.
“Yeah, I am happy to see her too. Who is all here? I saw grandpa’s truck, and obviously the twins, but I didn’t recognize any other cars.” Wyatt asked as Charlie settled in his lap.
“We wanted to have a cookout to officially welcome you to the family, and everyone at the 126 was dying to meet you, so here we are.” Judd answered with the pride for his family clear in his words.
“Wow. Thanks. So, who and where is everyone?” Wyatt asked as he looked around, spotting a couple holding hands as they walked around the side of the house.
“Right there is TK and Carlos. You will rarely see one without the other, unless they are on shift that is. TK was a firefighter that came to Texas with his dad, Captain Strand. He transferred over to being a paramedic awhile back. His boyfriend is Carlos, he is a member of the APD. We are all placing bets on when they get engaged, but no one has won yet.” Judd informed them, then pointed out the foursome heading towards them from the inside the house. “Right there are Marjan, Paul, Mateo, and Nancy. Nancy is TK’s paramedic partner at the 126, and the other three are firefighters with me.”
Wyatt watched as the two women shook their heads at whatever the two men were arguing about, as they got closer to the trio at the blanket, Wyatt was able to hear “Seriously Bro, corn chips are a necessary ingredient for chili.” Come from Mateo.
“For the hundredth time Mateo, no they aren’t. I had never even heard of that before moving to Texas, where people are strangely obsessed with corn chips.” Paul objected.
“They literally have this argument at least once a week, more if we actually have chili at the fire house.” Judd confides as the others sit down.
“We aren’t that bad.” Paul challenged with a grin.
“Yes, yes you really are Dude.” Nancy breaks in.
“I met you and TK when we went to that radiation zone right?” Wyatt asked Nancy.
“Yeah, never a dull moment with Captain Strand.” Nancy answered.
“Or his son” was added by Carlos with a smile for his boyfriend.
“Oh, you love it.” TK retorted as he poked Carlos in the side.
As the six new arrivals officially introduced themselves to him, Wyatt had laughed at the comments the other members made as each person spoke. He had heard his dad talk about how the 126 was a family, but now he could see it. He could feel it in every joke, shriek of laughter, and every offer of friendship.
He had been sitting there with the group for almost thirty minutes when he heard the booming voice of Stuart Ryder.
“Where is my grandson hiding himself?” Stuart asked the group, acting like he couldn’t see Wyatt sitting there with Charlie still on his lap, causing Wyatt to smile.
“I am right here grandpa.” Wyatt told him as he handed his sister off to Carlos so he could stand and greet the man.
“I wouldn’t know it since I hadn’t seen you yet. I thought to myself that there was no way my grandson would forget to come say hello, he wouldn’t do that to an old man, now would he?” Stuart asked with a raised brow before adding “Then I see that you have that little princess in your arms, so I will forgive you this time.” Finishing with a wink and a bear hug for Wyatt.
He could hear his dad laugh as he told his grandpa “Sorry grandpa, but Charlie is the boss around here.” Causing the rest of the group to laugh.
“The food smells so good, I can’t wait to eat.” Mateo told the group as Grace walked outside again.
“Food is ready. Babe, I will get your plate in a moment, do you want me to take the little monster?” Grace asked with her signature smile.
“Probably a good idea, otherwise no one will be able to eat, Charlie will go around and try to steal their food.” Judd answered his wife.
“Are you comparing our daughter to a dog Judd?” Grace asked.
“Uh, no?” Was all his father was able to come up with on the fly.
“I will grab her portable high chair, that way she is happy and not stealing our food.” Wyatt told his dad and Grace.
“Thank you Wyatt.” Grace told him.
He quickly stepped into the garage to grab the chair, then got in the food line with everyone else. He was shocked at the number of vegan items available. He had noticed that since that first dinner with his father and Grace, they always made a point to have multiple vegan items for their meals. They had gone above and beyond any expectations that he could have had each time he has been with them. Now, meeting the other part of their family was just as special to him as when he had met his grandpa, he just hoped that this outing didn’t result in any injuries.
Once everyone had finished eating, the twins took Charlie to play in the sandbox while the rest of them recovered from their food coma. Wyatt looked around at the assembled group, Mrs. Vega with Grace and his dad, Nancy and Marjan were sitting on the top of a picnic table with Paul and Mateo sitting on the bench seat in front of them. Carlos was leaning against at tree while sitting on a blanket with TK and Owen. TK was laying down with his head on his boyfriends lap. Captain Strand was trying to convince Buttercup that he didn’t need to try to steal the cookie that was sitting on Charlie’s high chair. His grandpa was setting up the fire pit for the smores that were on the menu for later, along with some vegan skillet brownies that Captain Strand had wanted to try.
As the night wound down, Wyatt truly felt accepted, not just by his father, but by all of the people that love his father. These were all people that would do anything for each other. He remembered his dad telling him that TK and Mateo were like the annoying little brothers that he never wanted until they chose him to be their big brother. He recalled how close he had become with Paul and Marjan when the 126 had been closed for close to a year. He had heard so many Vega family stories that he felt like he knew Charles Vega as if they had really known each other. He loved watching Nancy tease TK and Carlos for being “that couple”, the one that could communicate without words, always holding hands or touching in some casual way. He had noticed his dad and Grace communicate in the same way many times.
He still couldn’t believe how lucky he had been. He had really only hoped to introduce himself to the man that shared his DNA, maybe even a dinner or something. He hadn’t expected to be taken in so completely. He also loved that his mom and Stanley were developing a good relationship with his dad and Grace, he loved that he was learning new things about himself each day.
He had learned that he loved cooking with his dad and Grace, he was happy to be the human jungle gym that his adorable sister climbed all over. He loved that he had another grandpa, one that was so happy to have another grandchild that he had welcomed Wyatt with open arms. He had learned that while he and his father might not have a lot of the same interests, his dad will do anything to make the best of their time together, the alien hunting being a prime example. He liked that he was getting to know new parts of himself, seeing what similarities he had to the other man. With this introduction to the remainder of his dad’s family, he felt like he had always belonged. He couldn’t wait to get to know each of these people better, they all seemed so nice and fun.
He loved the family he had with his mom and Stanley, he felt that he would have been content it the DNA test route hadn’t worked, but he was so grateful that it had. He was done being mad about the time he had missed with his dad, he just wanted to focus on their future. Today was the first day of the rest of his life, this one with a dad, step mom, and baby sister & all the rest in addition to his mom and Stanley. As they watched everyone head to their cars, Wyatt realized that he couldn’t wait until the next time they all got together.
*Also on AO3
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Do you have any hcs for Adam and Caleb? Also obligatory drink water as directed by you know who
YES
I HAVE SO MANY
I'm drinking water now, just for you anon~
Caleb & Adam:
. Out of the two, Adam is probably more ticklish, technically, but Caleb is more reactive as he is with most things.
. Caleb is definitely a full-body flailer when he gets tickled, arms thrown akimbo, loud, booming laughter, and nervous movements. Meanwhile, Adam turns into a human roly-poly and will just lay there, letting out these tired wheezes and giggles as he just fucking dies.
. Adam has this spot under his ear that he can’t stand, and sometimes when Caleb is kissing his neck he’ll move there just to hear Adam’s breath hitch nervously as he’s hit with a flood of flustered panic from him.
. His worst spots are probably his legs and hips; he’s pretty fucking ticklish everywhere, but stay on those areas for too long and he’ll be begging instantly. His favorite spot to be tickled is probably his neck. Like, it’s bad, but in a way that’s kind of nice and sends shivers down his spine.
. Caleb’s worst spots are his stomach, sides, and underarms. His whole torso is a walking spot, basically. Doesn’t totally mind being tickled, but he can’t handle it as well as Adam and he can only take so much before he taps out.
. He gets really concerned about how much he flails because he’s always worried he’s gonna accidentally hurt Adam. Once, after Adam found this really bad spot on the top of his ribs, he ended up knocking him off the couch. Caleb spent five minutes straight tripping over himself apologizing and Adam’s just cracking up because his fucking Care Bear of a boyfriend is saying sorry to him after he just tickled him half to death.
. I fully believe that Adam does in fact own a tk tumblr, and is lowkey in the community. Probably lurks and doesn’t post much of his own, but he has a few people he talks to there. He had it pulled up once around Caleb and nearly dislocated his arm with how fast he jerked his phone away when Caleb tried to glance at his screen.
. On that note, Caleb can sort of feel that Adam likes it when he tickles him. It takes him a while to connect the feeling to the moment, but after a while he starts picking up on how like,,, unreasonably excited Adam gets whenever he’s tickled? And he doesn’t say anything for a while until finally blurting it out awkwardly one night in peak Caleb fashion. Adam nearly combusts on the spot then and there, but Caleb assures him he doesn’t think it’s weird, and that it’s actually kind of cute (which “isn’t helping, Caleb”).
. After that, it’s annoying because on one hand, whenever he’s in a mood he doesn’t have to ask which is nice, but it also means that Caleb just knows whenever he wants it, and Adam is forever embarrassed about it.
. Caleb doodles on Adam sometimes when he’s bored, and Adam thinks its cute, but at the same time the wet tip of the marker on his arm fucking tickles, and he can’t help squirming and fidgeting throughout the whole process.
. Caleb also likes to play with the rips in Adam’s jeans, just messing with the thread and serrated edges of fabric, and Adam can only stand it for his so long before he has to pull away for fear of accidentally kneeing Caleb in the face.
. Caleb constantly teases Adam about how much stronger he is, and Adam will always roll his eyes at him, but every once in a while he’ll throw back a snarky comment, and when that happens Caleb will throw him over his shoulder and tickle the backs of his legs until he admits it. Adam claims to hate it, but Caleb can feel the embarrassed happiness radiating off of him whenever he does it.
. In general, Adam gets tickled more in their relationship, but Caleb definitely ends up on the receiving end more than once.
. Sometimes Adam will trace the dips and curves of Caleb’s muscles because he thinks they’re pretty, and Caleb can’t help squirming whenever he does because Adam does it super lightly and it’s unfairly ticklish.
. Caleb’s calves are ticklish, especially the backs of them, if you squeeze the muscle, and Adam thinks it’s the cutest thing. He gets super panicky and jumpy when tickled there and all his coherent speech is transferred into one long string of “nonononono aDAM”s.
. Caleb snorts when he’s tickled. Trust me. I asked him myself.
. Adam knew that Caleb was ticklish long before they were friends, after an unusually snarky comment in the cafeteria had Caleb doubling over with laughter as a flurry of fingers were directed at his sides from the football team. Adam didn’t dare try anything even after they did become friends, and it was a while into their relationship before he gathered the courage to even attempt at that.
. Adam’s sensitivity remained a secret for much longer. Adam’s definitely better at hiding his reactions because he’s constantly worried that getting tickled = people finding out he likes it (which is a catch 22 in and of itself), so Caleb didn’t even realize that he was ticklish for the longest time.
. Until of course he first starts his whole playing around with the strings on his jeans thing, at which point Adam was fucked.
. On that note, whenever Caleb eats dinner with them, he’ll reach over and squeeze his knee under the table just to watch Adam nearly catapult himself out of his chair.
#caladam#the bright sessions#tickle headcannon#asks#answered ask#tbs#adam hayes#caleb michaels#headcannons#most of these are lee!adam centered because i have an obsession#also i have a feeling i know who you know who is and i blame them for people telling me to drink water now >:(
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Your blog is confusing. I don't mean that rude, just trying to understand. You claim to be an ex JKK & thought there was something before and it fell apart in 2018/2019, but then you said you don't think they were together really. Then you claim not to be a TKK, but you said Taekook are boyfriends and spot the couple, but then you also claim you think Tae is straight & posted asks suggesting the same. So you think Jikook had a thing, now TK have a thing or Tae is straight? I'm asking seriously.
- I know you are not motivated to talk about Jikook anymore and it’s okay if you decide not to answer this ask. But I was wondering if you think Jikook could have tried a serious relationship (around 2018/2019/2020) then it didn’t work out so now they’re trying to be back to being friends/civil/ co-workers? I don’t know why but I sometimes see JK’s recent actions (not knowing stuff about Jimin, mentioning him and Taehyung in his vlives, over and over saying he is upset Jimin has shown Suga and Hobi his songs and not him) as him being petty and for the life of me I couldn’t understand why.
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Hii. I thought of replying to both at the same time, since maybe the answer is the same to both. I will add a read more to this post.
The thing you said about 2019, that's not quite what it was for me. I've talked about my "timeline" before, here:
I never said I was an "ex jikooker". it's kind of embarrassing for me to unironically use words like jikooker or army, I just use them for practical purposes but that's it. I'm just not feeling the way I used to feel about them. Whatever I thought of them in the past it's still there, but it's in the past. It's more like a memory. Nowadays I see their relationship differently than I saw it a year ago.
Yeah, that's just me making fun of taekook 😅. I don't think tk are dating. They're friends with questionable boundaries, maybe, and plenty of affectionate moments, so it's easy to find content to talk about them, but I doubt there's anything beyond friendship. And yes, I do believe Taehyung is straight.
It was a change of heart for me. I liked jikook and I was drawn to them because they made me feel something nice. Now they just don't, and I guess that's it. Most, if not all of the things that I used to like about their relationship are barely there nowadays, and my opinion of Jungkook and what I thought was important to him has changed so so much since 2020 and in turn, it has also gradually changed my opinion on jikook. I used to be able to somewhat gauge jikook by what I knew, or thought I knew of Jimin and Jungkook. Since I no longer feel that way about Jungkook, I no longer feel like I can know jikook if I can't really trust anymore one half of it.
I haven't seen them "struggling" or a bad friendship, just not a romantic relationship. But even if "nice" things happen, there's been a change for me and it's like something broke. I don't feel like I can take them seriously anymore, and especially for the past year there's been a few times where I felt like parts of Jungkook's "personality" aren't genuine, so that made me take a step back and I haven't been able to see them in the same loving light I used to. It didn't happen overnight, it was seriously the accumulation of a lot of things, one right after the other, so many things that didn't sit right with me and didn't entirely fit with the jikook or the Jungkook that I used to know. I've talked about it before when the Seoul concerts happened, how different his whole vibe was when compared to LA and how, those days in Seoul, I actually recognized him as the Jungkook that I had come to know and love, and I saw it on his vlog again, but then looking back at the LA concerts and the vminkook live in November 2021, or the concerts in Las Vegas, that's again a whole different Jungkook. His whole demeanor changes from one month to the other and he's not even the same when it comes to Jimin. I can understand Jimin, his actions are different with every member but he feels like Jimin all the time, while Jungkook is simply a different person depending on who he's interacting with. So all of those inconsistencies are just exhausting to keep up with and I'm not interested anymore.
While they were in Vegas actually, and ever since those days, I realized I kept thinking (and most of my thoughts were about taekook) "aren't we all a bit too grown for these games..?" 🤨 Especially when we all are very aware of what people believe. So maybe I'm just old.
I know there hasn't been a lot of content, it's the least amount of content there's been since they debuted, but I've said that it's not because of the content that's missing, but because of the content that's literally out there. I've never based my feelings about jikook on imagination, so I frankly don't care that much about daydreaming of what we're not seeing, for me what they used to show us it was always enough.
So, it's not the lack of content or lack of big gestures or suspicious moments, but even whenever there is content, there's nothing there, even their interactions are weird, different. Even if I never took it for granted or felt like I had the key to the truth, and I still don't, there was a basis idea I had of their relationship, but in the past year almost everything that I thought was essential to them being romantic, it's gone. Even in the "moments" we see nowadays I just don't see not even traces of what I used to see.
Personally, I don't think there was anything weird about the songs thing. Not knowing of Jimin's tattoo but knowing of everyone else's was weird to me, and it also adds to what I said about how whatever I thought made them "jikook", it's no longer there. As for Jimin not showing him the songs, it's just that I've written poetry all of my life and I don't usually show my stuff to people, not even the people I date. So I don't think it's weird. Also, I'm 100% sure Jimin would've eventually made Jungkook listen to the whole album. It was just one song. Jungkook also made Taehyung listen to Stay and they said it was Taehyung who showed it to the other members, so there's that too. We don't know if, as a routine, Jimin listens or has listened to all of Jungkook's songs beforehand.
So, yeah... that's basically it. I've said before, I was never here for the mystery of anything, it was never my intention to feel like I was putting the pieces of a puzzle together or to play games of any kind, and Jungkook (and by extension jikook as a whole), have started to make me feel like that, and it's uncomfortable for me. Uncomfortable and frankly... depressing. I don't know what it would take for me to feel again the way I felt about them. Next time content comes out they will probably be just fine, they've had good interactions a few times since the break, but it's just not the same for me anymore.
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Is it interesting that Jikook didn't went anywhere together being in a tourist spot as Las Vegas ?
Also, if they were boyfriends why JK told yes he went to jimin's room and hugged him ? That's it. Isn't it what usually happens between any 2 close friends ? They all does it.
Ask 2: It's weird that Jm doesn't hang out with Jk anymore tbh. He went to shopping with hobi and he went to the concert with yoongi and joon. Tae Hobi and Jk went to a restaurant for dinner and to see the concert. It's like they created 2 groups and jikook decided to hang out with other members (Jin is not going out because I think he feels uncomfortable). I'm not saying that something happened, but it's weird because we know that Jimin and Jk love to spend time together
Ask 3: Do you think it’s s little off JM hasn’t gone out with JK in Vegas that we’ve seen? JK has been spotted out twice with Vhope. The concert & eating today. BTW I’d ask this if it were Namkookhope, so it has nothing to do with TK. JM went out with RM & Suga to the concert & to eat. Jikook were glued in LA together everytime but now theyre doing separate outings in LV. we know they hang out at their hotel JK told us but not OUT like we’ve previously seen. I guess it’s odd cause they’re usually glued
Ask 4: Tkkrs are saying that they won because jk was hugging tae in that photo in the restaurant. The point is that they're posing for a pic with other people.. but yeah taekook is real. Ok.
So, anons 2 and 3 - same person?
You are right anon 1,2 & 3, it is very interesting that they didn't go anywhere together (because we know that for a fact don’t we, just like we knew they weren’t in touch because they didn’t post on each other’s IG accounts)...
As for that clip/photo anons 2, 3 and 4 are referring to, I’m not going to post it but I have to say this:
I’ve seen them. And I can tell you that you are all wrong. Next time you state facts, please go check and double check yourselves !!
I can tell you with 100% certainty that Tae is there.
Other than that, I really can't tell for sure. They are harder to recognize but look to me like Hobi (the hugger), Jin (world renowned shoulders) and Suga, but I could definitely be mistaken.
The original poster herself kept changing her story, started by saying it was JK and that JM was there too (she also thought that the one in the white top was Hobi), and then she apologised and said that the person she originally thought was JK was actually Hobi.
Others that claim to have been there too say it was Hobi hugging Tae, not JK.
Oh, and there were those that said all the members were there.
So, bottom line, other than Tae that was there for sure (he is unmistakable) we don’t know which of the members were there, maybe all. Just like all of them were at dinner together with Bang PD in that clip that Hobi uploaded to his IG but we only saw Hobi, JM and another unidentifiable member sitting by JM. Nope it wasn’t a Hobi-JM date!
Maybe, if we’re lucky, Hobi will post something on IG later on, and we will be all the wiser.
Anon 1:
As for the hug, why did JK tell us about it? Because he was asked if he has already hugged JM, so he chose to answer that comment.
And do I have to remind you that they were separated and arrived separately, JK in quarantine when JM arrived in LV? The story JK tells us, the hug he describes, JM's "Jungkook-ah", that's JK telling us of their first hug after quarantine, not JK randomly going to JM's room and hugging him. Listen to what he's saying, look at how he's acting it out, that smile on his face.
His description, kind of reminds me of this and JM's use of "Jungkook-ah"...
Obviously, you are free to believe what you want. But do 2 close friends usually suck on each other's ears or necks?
When you look at behaviour, you look at it in context and not one moment at a time, but a behaviour over time. So, no, 2 close friends don't usually behave the way these two do with each other, well, unless they are two close friends that are also in an intimate relationship with each other.
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it’s crazy what you’ll do for a friend - nolan patrick
a/n: here’s a friends to lovers 4+1 with our fav boy loosely inspired by daddy issues by the neighbourhood. but there’s still a splash of smut because you know me lol. hope you enjoy :)
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The first time you met Nolan you didn’t know what to think. He was polite, giving you a gentle smile and reaching out to shake your hand, but you couldn’t help but fixate on how quiet he was and his seeming lack of emotion.
Regardless of your hesitation, that was the first time of many that Nolan took care of you.
You were new to Philadelphia, moving to continue your education and expand your horizons. You had always been one to play it safe, to stay in your comfort zone, but after having your heart broken and being unexpectedly accepted to one of the top graduate programs in your field you knew it was time to challenge yourself and leave behind everything you had ever known.
Well, almost everything, aside from Aubrey, one of your best friends since that first day of kindergarten so long ago. She worked in the city, practically begging you to join her when she found out you were considering the move. Just weeks later, the second bedroom in her apartment became yours and that’s how you met him.
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one
It was only your third night in Philly and you were still unpacking, a glass of wine sitting on your dresser as you dug through the remaining boxes that were seemingly never-ending. It didn’t seem like this much stuff when you were packing it, but here you were overwhelmed with all of your belongings.
You were humming along to the music, taking it one box at a time as the room slowly came together when you heard a knock on your door.
“Come in,” you called, turning to face the door.
“Woah,” Aubrey muttered, “How’s it going in here?”
“I know, I know,” you laughed, “It looks bad but I’m almost there.”
She nodded, stepping into the room and sitting on your bed, “Time for a break?”
You knew what the hopeful smile on her face meant, she had plans for the two of you.
You looked at her with hesitant eyes and she chuckled, remembering how well you knew her.
“I was thinking we could go meet some of my friends?” Aubrey continued, “I’m kind of seeing this one guy and his friends are great. They’re a lot but I think you’ll love them and they’ll love you.”
“Aubrey, I-” You paused, “I really should finish up in here.”
“Come on, Y/N, we have all day tomorrow to finish and you need a break. I feel like I’ve barely even seen you and it’s been three days.”
You let out a laugh at her words, she was right. It felt like your life had been on hold for so long but now you had the opportunity to start fresh, to put yourself out there in a world that had no existing opinions of you.
“Fine,” you groaned, standing up from your spot on the hardwood, “But you have to help me find something to wear.”
“Deal!” Aubrey exclaimed, dragging you out of the room and into her own to go through her closet.
Just over an hour later, you were squeezed into a booth of the bar surrounded by men almost twice your size. Aubrey failed to mention that the guy she was seeing, but not dating as she vehemently claimed, was a Flyer and so were his friends.
You didn’t know what to expect from the group, but it didn’t take long for you to conclude that they were sweethearts, especially Travis, Aubrey’s “friend.” After introducing you to each of them, it felt like you had always been a part of the gang.
The beer and conversation were flowing, the bellowing laughs coming from the table practically feeling the air of the entire bar. You quickly fell into the banter, fitting in right away after growing up with brothers.
“There he is!” You suddenly heard Kevin shout from next to you, “Took you long enough, Patty.”
You looked up from your drink to see the man you could only assume to be Patty, his tall frame towering over you as you sat on the edge of the booth. He was dressed in all black, and his hair was long and frankly, unkempt as it curled around his ears. Even in the dim light of the bar, you could make out his light eyes, the blue piercing you as he finally met your gaze from his seat directly across from yours.
“Nolan, this is my friend Y/N,” Aubrey started, “She just moved in with me.”
Nolan reached out his hand across the table which you happily met, secretly hoping he couldn’t feel how clammy you had gotten since he walked in. He softly smiled as your hands touched, the corners of his mouth barely lifting but just enough.
“Nice to meet you,” he mumbled.
“You too,” you replied, flickering your eyes to the other end of the table before you caught yourself staring.
You were right away distracted by something Travis was chirping Claude for from this morning’s practice, but something about the man sitting just a few feet away from you was still consuming your thoughts.
You were pretty sure he had already decided that he didn’t like you. He had barely said a word aside from his initial pleasantries, but from then on it was almost like he wasn’t even acknowledging your presence. You didn’t know why you even cared, but there was something about his presence that made you on edge.
“I’m going to get another one,” you blurted out, everyone’s attention shifting to you.
“I’ll come with,” Aubrey declared.
“I’m good, stay,” you responded, giving her a knowing look. She was practically sitting in Travis’s lap, her hands wrapped around his neck while his eyes were stuck on her like she was the only one in the room. Not dating, my ass, you thought to yourself.
You slid off the cushion and headed towards the bar, the air already feeling lighter the further away from the group you got. You loved them, they were great, but it was just so much new at once. You needed a breather.
It was a packed Friday night and you knew it would be a while before you got your drink, so you sat down on the first available stool you saw. You caught the bartender's attention right away, but she was clearly swamped. You sent her a reassuring nod, telling her to take her time. She smiled right back at you, evidently grateful for your patience.
After what felt like barely a minute of waiting, you felt a body slide next to yours, the scent of cheap cologne overwhelming you as you braced yourself for what was about to happen.
“Hi there,” he spoke, leaning his weight against the bar top as he boxed you in.
“Hi,” you sighed. To put it simply, you were not in the mood.
“You got a name?”
“I do,” you chuckled in disbelief, turning your body away from his as your eyes scanned the room for anyone familiar. Which of course there wasn’t.
“A snappy one, alright,” he spoke, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “Well I’m Brett, what are you drinking?”
“Nothing,” you snapped.
“Oh c’mon, let me buy you a drink,” he continued, either not picking up on your hints or purposely ignoring them.
“I’m really all set.”
Just before he was about to open his mouth to speak once again, you felt his hand rest flat against your back, your body arching away from him immediately at the contact.
“Do not fucking touch her.”
The deep voice echoed in front of you, your vision clouded as your mind raced in a million directions.
“Listen, man, I got this.”
“No, I don’t think you do,” you heard, the vibrations of his voice running straight through your body.
Nolan.
You may have just met him, but that was a body and voice you couldn’t forget.
You had no idea what overcame you, but before you could process what you were doing you wrapped your arms around his torso. Nolan immediately reciprocated, his arm falling across your shoulders and pulling you close to his frame.
“Just leave,” Nolan asserted, “Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be. It’s already embarrassing enough that you can’t take no for an answer.”
Your body relaxed against his, Nolan’s words calming your worst fears right away. From your vantage point, you assumed Nolan easily had at least six inches and thirty pounds on him. That seemed to be enough for him, backing away with a faulty glare and disappearing into the crowd.
“Nolan, I-” you stuttered, not knowing what to say, “Thank you,” you finally got out, your voice barely loud enough to hear over the hum of voices.
“Don’t mention it,” he muttered, his aura still cold.
You were so caught up in the shock of the moment that you hadn’t realized you were still holding each other, and right away you dropped your arm from his waist. Nolan did the same, awkwardly moving to sit on the stool next to you and flag the bartender.
You missed the warmth of his body right away, the spicy scent of his skin in stark contrast to the Axe you could only assume the other one was wearing. You swore you could still feel the ripple of his abs beneath his t-shirt on your fingertips. It was silent for a minute, both of you trying to come up with the right words.
“I really can’t thank you enough. Let me buy this round,” you pleaded, your eyes locking with his.
“Y/N,” Nolan started, your face flushing as your name fell from his lips, “I’m buying.”
You smiled up at him, nodding before looking back down in hopes of hiding the flush you felt creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks.
“Can I be honest, Nolan?” You questioned.
“Shoot.”
“Do you not like me? Did I do something? I wasn’t expecting that from you of all people-” you rambled until Nolan cut you off.
“First of all, I would have done that even if I hated you. But no, I like you, Y/N. A friend of a friend of TK’s is a friend of mine.”
You laughed at the last part before you could even process the first. Nolan’s cheeks went red, clearly embarrassed at his cliché phrasing but it didn’t matter how badly he made a fool of himself as long as you were smiling. The way your eyes scrunched and your nose turned up while you laughed was enough to make him forget the day he had.
Your laughter was interrupted by your drinks, the woman leaving you with a knowing smile before she turned away. Nolan and you both stood up ready to head back to the table before he stopped you.
“Friends?” He asked, putting his hand out in front of himself.
“Friends,” you agreed with a grin, shaking his hand before walking back to the group together.
~
two
You dreaded first days.
No matter how old you got, the anxiety of walking into an unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar faces never lessened. But you were ready, you reminded yourself, putting your head up and walking to the classroom like you had been there a hundred times before.
By the time you were walking out after the 90 minutes were up, your heart was pounding and you could feel the tears pricking the back of your eyes as you ran out of the building, not even bothering to introduce yourself to anyone.
The walk from the university back to your apartment was a blur. You couldn’t believe you had made such a poor first impression. You thought you were prepared, you had your notebook ready and all the right textbooks in order, but you somehow missed that there was an assignment due on the very first day.
As you rushed through the busy streets of the city, dodging people left and right, your mind raced back to that room.
“Ms. Y/L/N, can you please give your thoughts on the first case study?” Your professor questioned, intently watching you as your panic set in.
Your heart began to race and your palms sweat as you struggled to find the words to say that you hadn’t done the reading. This had never happened to you before, you were an A+ student for your entire life, almost unhealthily so. You couldn’t remember the last time you had missed an assignment, it just wasn’t something you did.
“Alright, then. Anyone else who actually checked the syllabus have something to say?”
Your professor's words were stuck in your head, playing over and over again when you finally reached your building. Now that you were so close to being in the comfort of your own space you could feel your wheels spinning, the stress and emotion overtaking your body.
Your hands shook as you tried to unlock the door, your body pushing through the threshold when you finally got it open.
“Aubrey?” You called as you walked through the hallway. She had known you for so long and always knew what to do to calm you down. But instead of Aubrey’s bright voice welcoming you back, you were met with silence.
“Where are you?” You muttered under your breath, your voice shaking as the tears threatened to spill over any second. As you turned the corner into the living room, you found three bodies spread across the couch, none of whom belonged to Aubrey.
“Oh,” you sputtered out, surprised to see Travis, Kevin, and Nolan watching a game.
“Y/N!” Travis called out, his infectious smile almost making your tight-lipped frown fade, “Aubrey just ran out for something but she should be back soon.”
You could feel Nolan’s gaze burning into you. You did your best to avoid his eye contact in hopes of hiding your current state from him. He had been nothing but kind to you, but you still felt so exposed standing in front of him, suddenly insecure about your outfit.
“I’m just going to go,” you whispered, pointing down the hall to your room. You felt horrible just ignoring them like that, but you knew you didn’t have it in you to keep up with them right now.
Your bag fell out of your hands almost instantly as soon as the door to your room clicked shut, the sound of your laptop hitting the hardwood floor making you cringe. You collapsed on your bed face first, the emotion you had been holding back for what felt like forever overwhelming you. Your body wracked in sobs as you replayed your embarrassment in a seemingly endless loop.
Nolan knew something was wrong the second he saw you. He may have only met you just a few days ago, but after growing up with two sisters he recognized the signs right away. He had no idea what was wrong, but he did know that you were barely holding it together.
Your head snapped up when you heard a series of soft knocks on your door, “Aubrey?” You asked, your voice rising with hope.
“No, uh, it’s Nolan.”
Your face fell when you heard his deep voice through the wood. You barely knew Nolan, he couldn’t see you like this. You paused for a moment wondering if he would just leave if you didn’t respond, but you could see his shadow through the bottom crack of your door, his feet were planted and didn’t show any signs of moving any time soon.
You silently groaned and picked yourself up, not even bothering to look in the mirror before opening the door because you knew it was not going to a pretty sight regardless. You hastily wiped underneath your eyes, the black of your mascara flaking right off your tear-stained skin. This wasn’t exactly how you wanted the new boy in your life to see you right after meeting you, but you just were friends, right?
“What, Nolan?” You sighed when you finally opened the door.
You didn’t mean to be so stark, but it just came out. His presence overwhelmed you just like it had at the bar a few nights ago. He was leaning against the door frame with his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants. The backward hat resting atop his head flattered him perfectly, drawing attention to the tufts of his brown hair curling around his ears and neck.
Nolan stood up straight as soon as he saw you, his eyes softening when his suspicions were confirmed: you had been crying.
“I just wanted to check on you,” he mumbled, his eyes never leaving your own.
The tension in your shoulders released as you looked up at him. He didn’t say anything else, just tilting his head down towards you as he continued to scan your face for any signs of how you were feeling. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was something about Nolan that made you feel so safe, so secure, like as long as you were with him you could avoid your demons.
“I’m fine,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
“No you’re not,” Nolan rebutted, raising his eyebrows as if he was challenging you to lie to him again.
You didn’t say anything, but rather you moved your body to the side and ushered him into your room. Nolan happily obliged, awkwardly standing as he took in his surroundings. Your room was just as he expected, it was minimal, just like his. You didn’t like clutter, everything had a place. It was one way you tried to control the chaos that was your life.
“You can sit,” you spoke, breaking the silence.
Nolan nodded and sat next to you at the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help but let your eyes trail along his leg, the way his thighs stretched the fabric of his sweatpants making your cheeks flush.
“It was my first day at this new program I’m in and it didn’t go well, that’s all,” you finally sputtered out, staring down at your lap as your hands fidgeted. “I’ve never been good at first impressions,” you added, a gentle laugh escaping your lip as you thought back to your first time meeting Nolan.
“Listen, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Nolan encouraged, “You seem like a pretty great person.”
You scoffed at his attempt to make you feel better, your emotions creeping their way back into your head.
“It was-” you paused, using every fiber within your being to try not to lose it in front of him, “It was bad.”
“C’mere,” Nolan whispered, turning on the bed to face you more and opening his arms, practically begging for your embrace.
You shook your head, closing your eyes as the fresh tears started burning. You were so selective in who you exposed your most vulnerable state to, and you barely knew Nolan. But despite this, you felt such an instant connection with him, and if his overt kindness was any indication, he felt the same way.
You let your final guard down, leaning back and curling into Nolan’s frame. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against him as one hand moved up to your head to rub soft circles into your hair.
“Go ahead and cry,” he hummed, his body gently rocking you back and forth.
You melted at his touch, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, the muted orange of his Flyers hoodie the last thing you saw before your eyes shut in sobs. His scent was overwhelming, the mix of his body wash and the leftover cologne lingering on his hoodie flooding your senses. You felt as if you disappeared in his grasp, like the world around you vanished and nothing else mattered.
You didn’t even know how much time had passed, but Nolan didn’t move an inch. He held you like it was the only thing he had to do all day. Once the tears stopped falling and your breathing steadied, you pulled back, instantly flooded with embarrassment.
“Wow,” you chuckled, wiping your cheeks, “I am so sorry, Nolan, I don’t know what happened I just-”
“Don’t,” he interrupted, “We’re friends, remember?” He teased, the corners of his mouth lifting in a gentle smile as he bumped your shoulder.
“Yeah,” you laughed.
“I think we were planning on grabbing some food,” Nolan mumbled, his hand scratching the back of his neck as he spoke, “If you want to come.”
“Oh, I don���t know.”
“Come on, you’re coming. If I have to put up with those two out there so do you.”
You rolled your eyes, but it was the least you could do after what he had just done for you.
“Give me five minutes to look less dead.”
Nolan smiled as you agreed, slipping out of the room so you could change and freshen up.
“What the fuck was that?” Nolan was bombarded by Kevin as he sat back down.
“Nothing,” Nolan mumbled, not in the mood to be questioned about things he didn’t even know the answer to.
“She let you go in there?” Aubrey asked, just having gotten back.
“Yes?” He responded, confused by her question.
Aubrey didn’t bother getting into it and changed the subject instead, but inside she was scheming. She knew you, how closed off you were, but here you were opening up to Nolan like you’ve known him for years. Nothing made Aubrey happier than watching this friendship bloom, and she couldn’t help but wonder if there was potential for more.
~
three
Team galas usually didn’t bother Nolan, it was part of the job, but tonight it was the last place he wanted to be. His tux felt too tight, the stuffy conversation with potential sponsors was putting him to sleep, and his date was, to be frank, insufferable.
Nolan had no problem going to an event without a plus one, he and TK were usually the two single guys spending their time causing trouble, but now that Aubrey was in the picture Kevin had decided he had seen enough. So, despite Nolan begging him to leave him alone, Kevin set him up with one of his friends from Boston.
She was just as Kevin described, beautiful and smart, but that was about all. Nolan was calm and reserved, at least until he was comfortable with someone, but she was the complete opposite. Her personality filled the entire room and although he admired her confidence, Nolan was exhausted. He felt like he couldn’t be himself, like he had to work to match her energy.
After what felt like hours of entertaining her and Kevin, Nolan made his escape to the bar. It was the first moment to himself he had, the relief immediately flooding him as he leaned against the counter. He titled his glass to the bartender, silently requesting a refill when he felt his phone buzzing in the pocket of his suit pants.
Nolan begrudgingly pulled the phone, wondering who it could possibly be. The entire team was with him and it was unlike his family to call him on a Saturday night. But when he saw your name flashing across the screen, his whole demeanor shifted.
“Nolan!” He heard you exclaim, your voice like a breath of fresh air.
“Y/N?” He questioned. You had never called him out of the blue like this before. Nolan nodded to the bartender thanking him before taking his drink and walking out to the empty hallway so he could hear you better. “Everything okay?”
It wasn’t really. You had just come back home from a date, one Aubrey practically forced you to go on. You pleaded to her that you were fine, that you weren’t ready to start dating in the city yet, but regardless, you found yourself sitting across from one of her coworkers at a restaurant downtown.
There was nothing wrong with him, he was nice, but it was evident to you before your drinks were even ordered that this wasn’t going to work. You pushed through the meal, putting on your best fake smile and pretending to laugh at his forced humor. You politely declined his offer to walk you home, instead opting to get an Uber so you could get out of your dress as soon as possible.
Now you were home, your sweats on and hair up with a glass of wine in your hand. The glass quickly turned into almost the entire bottle, drowning your sorrows of another failed date with your favorite red. That’s when you made the mistake of picking up your phone, your fingers scrolling through your contacts until you found the one name you knew would be able to distract you.
“I’m great. I mean I’m not, but it’s fine,” you rambled, your words slurred as you spoke.
For once it was you mumbling and not Nolan. He didn’t know what, but his gut was telling him that something was wrong, he could practically smell the alcohol on your tongue through the phone. After a long pause of trying to figure out what to say, his thoughts were interrupted.
“Come over?” You whispered, “I’m so sick of being alone.”
Nolan’s heart dropped at your words, his eyes blinking shut as he pondered his next move. His eyes scanned the ballroom, finally landing on his date. She was sitting at their table, Nolan’s empty seat sticking out like a sore thumb, laughing at whatever story of his college days Kevin was regurgitating. He would feel like an ass if he just left, and he would be lying if he said the prospect of an easy lay hadn’t crossed his mind tonight, but you were more important.
“Give me twenty.”
-
Since calling Nolan you had migrated from your bed to the couch, a blanket sprawled across your body while you laid horizontal. The only light in the room was from the TV as one of your comfort movies played. You were barely paying attention, instead zoning out and staring at the lit-up city around you from the window.
Your mindless thoughts were interrupted by a series of knocks on the door. You threw the blanket off of your body and stood up, slowly dragging your feet across the hardwood as you made your way. But you were nowhere near prepared for what you saw as soon as you opened the door.
Nolan towered over you in the door frame. He was wearing a suit, the soft, grey fabric clinging to his thighs and shoulders perfectly. His long hair was slicked back and tucked behind his ears. The scent of his cologne overwhelmed you instantly, the warm aroma making you want to melt into him. One hand was resting in his pant pocket, while the other was carrying a take-out bag from one of your favorite spots.
“Hi,” Nolan quietly muttered, breaking the silence.
His deep voice broke the trance you were in, and that’s when the realization hit you.
“I completely forgot you guys had that thing tonight,” you blurted, the alcohol in your bloodstream clogging your train of thought, “I am so sorry. You have to go back, I feel horrible.”
Your hands came up to your face, hiding your embarrassment. How could you forget? You spent hours this morning helping Aubrey pick out her dress.
“Y/N,” Nolan cooed, his large hands gently pulling your own off of your face, “I’m here and I’m not leaving.”
Nolan didn’t let you get another word out before he was pushing past your body. He wasn’t even enjoying himself at the event and the last thing he wanted to do was go back.
It didn’t long for the two of you to finish the food, opting to head back to the couch and ignore the many empty containers for now.
“I’m never going on a date ever again,” you slurred, “I don’t even want to look at a man ever again.”
Despite trying to be quiet, Nolan couldn’t hide his chuckle. He had heard similar frustrations from his two sisters growing up. He had been around endless assholes throughout his life, he knew how exhausting it must have been to try to find a decent one.
“Can’t blame you,” he mumbled.
Your body slumped against the back of the couch, your eyes slipping shut as the wine and food started to lull you into a sleepy haze. Nolan scanned your face, a soft smile creeping onto his face as he watched your chest gently rise and fall with each breath. Before he could catch himself, he lifted his hand and pushed back the hair that had fallen in your face, tucking it behind your ear.
In that moment Nolan knew that he was fucked.
Never before had he dropped everything for a girl as he did for you tonight. But he also had never connected with someone like he did with you. You didn’t force him to be something he wasn’t, there was no pressure to put on an act. It just felt natural with you. But your words from just a few minutes before lingered in the back of his head. You made it clear that you weren’t looking for anything right now, it only took one miserable date to remind you of that. So Nolan pulled his hand away, trying to ignore the burning of your skin against his fingertips as they trailed across your soft cheek.
You were friends. Just friends.
-
You had no idea how much time had passed, but suddenly you felt yourself stir awake, your eyes peeling open to find yourself tucked into Nolan’s side. His body was warm below yours, his arm resting across your shoulders holding you in place as you lay against his chest. From your peripheral vision, you could see his suit jacket on one of the couch cushions, the soft material of his button-down rubbing on your cheek.
You had two options. You could either acknowledge that you awkwardly fell asleep on him in your drunken state, or you could pretend that you never woke up and continue to enjoy the comfort of his embrace.
Needless to say, you chose the latter.
But you must have dozed off again because the next time you woke up you were being carried into your bedroom. Your arms were wrapped tightly across Nolan’s neck, the tips of your fingers naturally lifting to twirl the tufts of his hair.
“Shhh, I got you,” Nolan whispered as he felt you move, just before he laid you down onto your bed, “I’ll be right back.”
Nolan hastily left the room, leaving you to bask in the memory of his warmth as your head fell back against your pillow. Within just a few seconds he was back, placing a cool glass of water on your nightstand table. But almost just as fast as he came back, he was leaving again.
“Stay,” you murmured, watching him pause at the outline of your door.
“I- I got the couch.”
“Okay,” you responded, trying to hide your disappointment.
Nolan visibly cringed the second your door was closed, his head falling to his lap once he sat down. He wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with you. The thought of holding you beneath the sheets and feeling your soft skin in contrast to his rough hands made him dizzy. But the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. You weren’t sober enough to say he could stay, and there was no chance in hell Nolan was going to risk scaring you off. So he took the couch, laying across the cushions with his eyes locked on your door until his eyelids gave in to his exhaustion.
~
four
It was finally Friday, another week in the books.
Your classes were taking more out of you than you had expected, the hours of reading and note-taking blending together as you finally closed your last tab. You had no plans for the night, and you honestly couldn’t be happier about it. A hot shower, takeout, and falling asleep early encompassed your perfect night recently.
Just as you were about to get in the shower, you were distracted by your phone ringing. You picked it up, surprised to see it was Kevin calling.
“Hi, Kevin,” you spoke, a slight edge to your words. You adored Kevin, he was an absolute sweetheart, but sometimes you just didn’t have the patience.
“What are you doing tonight?”
You rolled your eyes at his question, “Nothing.”
“Incorrect, you’re coming over and hanging out with me and Pat.”
“I am?” You laughed, taken aback by Kevin’s forwardness.
“Teeks and Aubrey are coming too, come on, Y/N,” he continued.
You knew you weren’t getting out of this without a real excuse, no matter how much you wanted to stay in. You hadn’t seen Nolan since the night you embarrassed yourself, the cringe of drunk dialing him after a bad date had yet to escape your memory.
“What time?”
“Uh- Let’s say 7.”
“Alright, Kev. See you later,” you hung up the phone, throwing it back on your bed before getting in the shower.
-
As you approached the boys’ apartment door, it was quieter than you expected it to be. Aubrey said she was already with Travis and would meet you there, so you were arriving alone. You assumed they would already have been there by now, but you ignored the silence and knocked on the door.
Just a few seconds later, the door swung open and you were face to face with Nolan. Your eyes widened when you saw him, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his bare torso staring at you. You quickly composed yourself, using every ounce of self-control within you to avoid trailing your gaze across his broad shoulders and down his chest, the curves and divots of his abs making your mouth water.
“Sorry,” Nolan mumbled, his cheeks flushing even redder than they usually were, “I thought you were Kevin, he always forgets his keys. Come in.”
You followed Nolan into the apartment, the muscles of his back rippling as his arms swung. You sat down on the couch, awkwardly waiting while he disappeared into his room. He came back just a few seconds later, his body now hidden behind a wrinkly t-shirt.
“Where is everyone?” You questioned, your body stiff as Nolan relaxed into the cushion next to you.
“Not sure,” he mumbled, the red of his cheeks lingering, “Kev said you were coming with Aubrey?”
Your face scrunched in confusion, “He told me she was coming here with Travis.”
Nolan then pulled his phone out and started typing a message to Kevin, desperate to figure out where he was. For some reason being here with you alone was making him nervous, there was an awkward energy in the air that had never been there before.
Nolan was reaching for the TV remote, about to ask you if you wanted to put something on when his phone sounded.
Kevin: You’re welcome
Now it was Nolan’s turn to furrow his eyebrows, the boy even more confused by Kevin’s message.
Kevin: We couldn’t watch you two anymore please just do something
Kevin: I’ll be out all night
Kevin: Don’t forget protection!
Of course. Of course, this little miscommunication was, in fact, a setup. But the worst part was that Nolan knew Kevin was right. No matter how hard he tried, he had been pining over you since that very first night. And now here you two were in an empty apartment with enough sexual tension to last the year.
“No one’s coming, are they?” You broke the silence, snapping Nolan out of his trance.
He threw his phone to the side as a slight smile crept across his stern face, “Nope,” he chuckled.
If you thought there was tension before, it didn’t even compare to what you felt now. Since meeting Nolan you were under the impression that your secretly harbored feelings for him were just that, a secret, but apparently, you weren’t as subtle as you thought. This had Aubrey written all over it, and you knew Travis was under her spell and would do anything to help her, and bonus points for chirping Nolan simultaneously. It was the elephant in the room, your mutual feelings still not being spoken but you both knew you had been called out by the people who knew you best.
“What are you thinking about?” Nolan whispered, the rough hum of his voice sending chills down your spine.
You couldn’t get even a single word out, your thoughts and feelings jumbling in your mind. After all this time the perfect opportunity was finally handed to you on a silver platter, but you still couldn’t do it.
Nolan could sense your hesitation, your close proximity and sweet scent clouding his consciousness.
“I’ll tell you what I’m thinking about,” he murmured, turning his body so he was facing you.
Your eyes had yet to leave your lap, your focus stuck on the rip of your jeans. You jumped when you felt his warm touch on your lower thigh, the warmth of his calloused hands making your heart rate rise even though the thick denim. His size was intoxicating and he made you feel like putty as he leaned closer to you.
“Y/N,” Nolan mumbled, his voice deeper than ever before.
You finally lifted your gaze, turning your head up to look at him. His baby blue eyes were piercing yours, the contact lighting a fire within you. Every reasonable thought in your head was telling you to pull away, to grab your bag and politely excuse yourself. You weren’t ready for a relationship, you had barely put yourself back together after your last heartbreak and Philly was supposed to be different. But as you sat here, your face just inches away from Nolan’s, you gave in to your desire.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you connected your lips with his, immediately sighing in relief as his soft pout worked perfectly against you. You hastily swung your hips over and seated yourself on Nolan’s lap, an eager groan escaping him when your body rolled into his. His hands splayed across your hips, moving to circle your ass as he helped you grind deeper into his already hardening length.
Nolan trailed his lips down your jaw, nibbling and sucking on the plane of your neck. You knew he was leaving marks, but in the moment you couldn’t care less, the euphoria of his touch being the only comprehensive feeling.
“Please,” you whined, tightening your grip on his long locks, “Nolan.”
You couldn’t remember the last time someone had ignited you as Nolan had. He had barely even touched you and you were nearly certain you had already soaked through your panties, withering in his lap desperate for more.
“Now she has something to say,” Nolan teased, whispering into the shell of your ear. He gave you no warning before he was standing up, holding the back of your legs as you instinctually wrapped them around his waist.
Nolan gently tossed you on his bed, pausing to pull his shirt off before he was climbing on top of you. You were in a state of bliss, finally able to admire his frame shamelessly and without fear of getting caught. He continued to attack your neck, leaving mark after mark behind in his wake. You whimpered impatiently as his lips worked your sensitive skin, but Nolan was set on taking his time. He didn’t know if he would ever have you like this again and he was going to savor every second of it.
But you decided to take matters into your own hands, pushing his frame off of yours and pulling your sweater over your head. You grabbed Nolan’s face again, cupping both of his cheeks as your lips met again. He made quick work of your bra, unclasping it with ease behind your back and tossing it across the room.
“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he groaned, pausing to take you in. Your hair was splayed across the pillow, your cheeks flushed while your chest heaved up and down with heavy breathing. His praise went straight to your core, clenching around nothing as you grew more and more desperate for him.
Nolan wasted no more time, finally making his way down your torso before reaching the hem of your pants. His fingertips slowly ran beneath the fabric, stopping only to look up at you. Your eyes locked and you frantically nodded, understanding that he was waiting for your permission before continuing.
“Words, Y/N,” Nolan hummed into your thigh, his order gentle but firm.
“Yes,” you breathed out, “Fuck, yes.”
Nolan did as you said, unzipping your jeans and sliding them down your legs. He almost lost his balance on the mattress when he saw you laying before him, the pink lace resting across your hips being the only thing keeping him from you. Nolan settled himself between your legs, hooking both of them over his shoulders as his hot breath fanned over your pussy.
Nolan placed a soft kiss to your lace-covered clit, basking in your reaction as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan and your hands flew to his head, tangling in his hair. Your hips jerked up into the air, desperate for more friction. Nolan laid his thick forearm across your waist, his weight halting all of your movements and holding you at his mercy.
“Nolan, please just fuck me,” you begged, the suspense too much to handle as you felt yourself drip down the crease of your thigh.
“All in good time, baby,” he cooed, pulling your panties to the side and finally connecting with your throbbing pussy.
You cried out as his tongue flicked your clit back and forth, the pleasure only magnifying when he sucked it between his teeth. Your hands were locked with an iron grip in the roots of his hair, holding on like your life depended on it. Nolan hummed against your core as he continued to taste you, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your body.
Suddenly Nolan pulled back, but before you could protest you heard ripping. A gasp left your lips when you realized what he had done, the mangled lace of your panties now laying on his floor. You wanted to yell at him, complain that those were your favorite, but before you could get a word out he was back at work, this time fucking his tongue in and out of you.
Your head fell back against the pillow, your mouth opening in a silent scream when you felt him slide two fingers inside while his mouth circled your clit again. Nolan curled his fingers against your sweet spot and you knew you were done for, your back arching off the mattress as you combusted with your orgasm.
Nolan milked you through your high, his tongue flattening against your clit as his head shook and his fingers kept their pace. He finally slowed down as he felt you come down, pulling back to watch you shake as the last waves of pleasure rolled through your body. He slipped his fingers out of your fluttering pussy, only to bring them to his mouth and suck your juices clean.
“You’re really good at that,” you stammered, just now coming back to your senses after almost blacking out.
Nolan laughed, kissing his way back up your body until you two were face to face again. You couldn’t resist pulling him down and crashing your lips against his, moaning into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
“I’m good at other things too,” he smirked, tucking your hair behind your ear, just as he had done last week, except this time he didn’t have to hide it. The soft action made your heart flutter, but his words made something else flutter.
“Give me your best, Patrick,” you challenged.
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
Nolan pushed off his arms and stood up, hurriedly stripping himself of his sweats and boxers in one fell swoop. A whimper escaped your lips when you heard the sound of his cock slapping against his stomach, your pupils dilated as your eyes trailed down his thighs admiring his tattoos.
Reaching across you to get a condom from his nightstand, Nolan was surprised when you plucked it right from his hand. You tore open the foil and slowly rolled the condom onto him, a small smile spreading across your face when his hips buckled into your hand at your touch.
You may have been embarrassingly weak for him, but he was just as weak for you.
Nolan shifted on the bed so he was hovering over your body, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth. Your lips moved in sync with one another, the pure lust filling the room dictating every movement. He felt you grow more and more impatient, your body stirring beneath his as he finally pulled away.
Taking one last look at you spread out before him, waiting for him to touch you, Nolan directed his attention back to between your legs. He locked eyes with you before collecting the salvia in his mouth, harshly spitting on your pussy. The moan you let out was only amplified when he started teasing you even more, dragging the head of his cock through your soaking folds.
“Nolan,” you whined, the last letter of his name prolonged as you begged, your entire body tensing while he tapped your already so sensitive clit.
“Shhh,” he cooed, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles against your hip, “Got to make sure you’re ready for me.”
Before you could get in another word of protest, Nolan was pushing one of your legs into your chest and sliding inside. Your mouth fell open as he slowly bottomed out, the sensation of him filling you paralyzing. A string of deep swears left his lips as he felt you already clenching around him.
After letting you adjust, Nolan started rocking his hips, quickly finding his rhythm. You didn’t have a single thought in your head, the way he hit your sweet spot inside and ground against your clit making you dizzy.
Nolan had never been in such bliss. He could never have imagined how good you would feel wrapped around him, your walls still pulsating from your first high as he slid in and out. The way your name sounded falling from his lips was pure ecstasy, his innate possessiveness in full drive. Your nails dug into his back, dragging burning lines into his skin that he knew he would be tormented about tomorrow in the locker room but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the way your bodies fit together in perfect harmony right this moment.
You could feel yourself growing close within mere minutes, Nolan’s relentless thrusts giving you no mercy. He could tell you were almost there by the way you were fluttering around him, along with the mindless sounds of pleasure escaping your lips getting louder and louder.
“That’s it,” Nolan encouraged in your ear, “Cum for me, Y/N.”
Between his hot breath against your tingling skin and his plunging thrusts, Nolan had you seeing stars.
“Nolan, Nolan,” you whined.
You swore you almost blacked out, your vision going blank as he fucked you through your high. He wasn’t far behind you, the clenching of your pussy egging him on until he finally let go, his hips stuttering and groans filling the air as his head fell into the crook of your neck.
“Fuck,” Nolan sighed, letting his heart rate steady as he laid above you, resting the majority of his weight on his forearms.
“Yeah,” you responded with a breathy laugh, your mind still blank as you came down.
Nolan stayed there for a few minutes before finally sitting up, cringing as you whimpered when he pulled out. Your eyes slipped shut, but you could hear him shifting around the room. After pulling on a pair of fresh boxers and dampening a towel, Nolan gently cleaned you up, biting back a smirk each time you shivered at his touch. He disappeared again, this time returning with a shirt in hand, urging you to sit up so he could help you pull the soft fabric over your head.
You had every intention of getting dressed and leaving, but you just couldn’t find the energy to remove yourself from his warm bed. The sheets that smelled like him enveloped you, and now his t-shirt was draped over your shoulders begging you to stay. Nolan slid next to you, his body cradling yours from behind as he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you impossibly close.
“Sleep well, Y/N,” Nolan hummed into your neck as he settled in.
“Goodnight,” you managed to get out, the shame of what you had just done starting to spiral in your head.
You made a mistake. Nolan was good, so good, and he deserved more than you could give him. Your last relationship ended in disaster, leaving you broken and abandoning the idea of finding love ever again. Regardless of what you told your friends and family, it was what drove you from home. Then came Nolan, he was the definition of kind. Even when he barely knew you he did whatever he could to protect you. That kind of guy deserves someone who’s got it together, not whatever mess you were. You couldn’t believe you let your attraction to him get the best of you, and now here you were, pressed against his sleeping frame as he held you.
Everything inside of you was telling you to leave. It was too much, the eventual pain of whatever this was ending was overwhelming. You could hear Nolan snoring behind you, the sound of his contentment almost bringing tears to your eyes. Gently lifting his arm from its spot across your waist, you slid from underneath his grasp. It was nearly impossible to find your clothes in the dark, but you managed to do so without making too much noise. Nolan didn’t even stir as you moved around him, folding the shirt he gave you and placing it on the nightstand.
Just as you reached for the door, you felt yourself pause. Don’t do it, Y/N. Don’t do it. But you couldn’t resist, slowly turning to take in what you were leaving behind.
Nolan was passed out, his body leaning towards the pillow where you once laid your head and his arm laying flat as if he was still holding you. You could make out the redness of his cheeks in the dim light, his eyelashes curling down onto his cheeks. Your heart broke as you looked at him, but you knew it was what you had to do. He deserved the world, which was much more than you were able to give him. Without giving it another second of thought, you opened the door as quietly as possible and made your escape.
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It had been over three weeks since you last spoke to Nolan.
You couldn’t handle facing him just yet, so you did what you knew best: shutting out the people that cared about you the most. You ignored every single one of his calls and texts, eventually muting his number when it became too much. You replayed what you imagined he looked and felt like that morning, waking up to a cold, empty bed. It was heartbreaking, but you stayed firm in your decision. As long as you didn’t have to see his face you would be fine.
But of course, Aubrey had different plans for you.
Since that night, you had been more distant from her than ever before. You left the apartment early in the morning, spending your day in class and bouncing between different coffee shops while working. You kept up appearances when you returned in the evening, saying hello and asking her how her day was, but practically nothing else. You made an early exit to your room, citing homework or lack of sleep as your excuse. But she knew you better than anyone else, it was no secret something was wrong. Much to your content, you could only assume that Nolan was keeping your secret as well, knowing that if he told anyone on the team you would be getting an earful from her.
But Aubrey had decided that she was done letting you sulk about whatever it was you were so clearly upset by. The Flyers had been away for almost two weeks and tonight was their first game back home. Thanks to Travis, she had two tickets in hand ready for the two of you.
Before you had even shut the apartment door behind you after arriving home, she was jumping up to greet you.
“Hey!” Aubrey exclaimed as you walked in, “We’re going out tonight.”
You just stared at her confused, knowing damn well you had no intention of going anywhere. “Hey,” you started, “I- I don’t think so, I have a lot to do.”
“No, you don’t. Listen, I don’t know what is going on with you but I’m sick of watching you wallow in whatever it is. I’ve barely talked to you in almost a month, you’re coming with me,” Aubrey snapped. If there was one thing about having such an old friend it was that she always gave it to you straight.
“Where?” You begrudgingly inquired.
“Nope, it’s a surprise,” she answered. If her inkling was correct, whatever had you in this funk had something to do with a certain Flyers centerman and she was not risking you ditching because of it.
“Fine,” you groaned.
It wasn’t news to you that you had been a horrible friend recently. Despite the anxiety that came with breaking your current routine, maybe a night with Aubrey was just what you needed to take your mind off everything.
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A few hours had passed, and you were sitting in the back of an Uber watching the city pass you by. Aubrey maintained the anonymity of the destination, ignoring all of your pleas for even just a hint. But there were some things that she couldn’t control.
Your stomach dropped when you saw where the car was heading towards, the large Wells Fargo Center plastered on the side of the building cluing you in. Of course, you thought, how could you not have known. You had so strictly blocked Nolan and the entire team from your mind that didn’t think to look at their schedule, but now it all made sense.
“Aubrey, no,” you stated, your voice already shaking as you got closer and closer.
“What the hell happened?” she snapped back, finally getting confirmation that your funk was related to Nolan.
“Nothing, nothing happened. I just don’t want to go,” you rebutted, “I’m not in the mood to see everyone, okay?”
“You don’t have to, we’re sitting alone,” she responded, turning her phone on and showing you the location of the tickets. As she promised, they were nowhere near the family boxes.
You didn’t say anything else, instead choosing silence as the car pulled up to the entrance. You both thanked the driver before quickly exiting, a long, awkward silence falling over the two of you as you entered the arena.
You could do this, you told yourself while adjusting in your seat. You could sit through one game, you didn’t even have to see or talk to anyone. If it would make Aubrey happy, you could suck it up and sit down. The two of you had still barely said a word to each other since arriving, and you could see the disappointment on her face. Deciding it was time to get over it, you put your arm around Aubrey, smiling as you instantly felt her relax and place her head on your shoulder. Neither of you said anything, but after knowing each other for so long, you didn’t have to. She knew what you meant.
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You didn’t know what to expect, but the second you saw Nolan step onto the ice you were flooded with emotion. He looked tired, like he hadn’t been sleeping much or well, and your heart dropped at the thought that you may have been the reason why. You still were firm in your decision to avoid anything serious right now, but you knew you went about it in the completely wrong way. Nolan was the closest thing you had ever met to an angel, but you treated him like a random one night stand from the bar you barely knew. The guilt had overtaken you over the past few weeks, and seeing him in the flesh wasn’t helping.
It was a relatively uneventful game, the rebuilding Red Wings visiting and not giving the Flyers much of a fight. By the third period they were up 4-0, one of which was scored by number 19 himself. As the horn sounded signaling the end of the game, Aubrey turned to you.
“I was going to go see Travis,” she hesitated, “Do you want to come? Or I can meet you right after?”
“I’ll wait for you,” you encouraged.
Aubrey thanked you, squeezing your hand before getting up and heading downstairs. Instead of going to the main concourse to wait, you stayed in your seat, waiting for the crowds to clear out before you moved. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you started mindlessly scrolling as a distraction.
But your distraction didn’t last for long.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Your eyes slipped shut when you heard his voice, that same voice that left you weak in the knees. You immediately felt your heart begin to race and your palms sweat. You felt caught. After taking a moment to pause, you finally mustered up the courage to look up at him.
Nolan’s eyes were focused on your own, his hair slicked back and soaking wet still with sweat. He had definitely not showered yet, between the fact that the game just ended minutes ago and his appearance. He was dressed in his undergarments and slides, clearly he wasted no time before coming up here to find you.
“How did you even know I was here?” you questioned back, already feeling yourself on the defense.
“Really?” Nolan scoffed, “Travis told me. How else would I have known? It’s not like you talk to me.” He trailed off, his words becoming quieter.
“Nolan, please,” you pleaded, “Please sit down.”
There was no doubt in your mind that it was time for you to come clean. You could see the pain in his eyes and the hurt behind his voice. He obliged, sinking to sit in the seat beside you, but he didn’t turn to face you. His coldness was evident, and you knew that you deserved nothing else.
“I’m sorry,” you began, “I’m so sorry, Nolan. I- I shouldn’t have left like that, with no explanation-”
“I thought I had you,” he interrupted, “Finally, Y/N, after all those weeks of tiptoeing around it, I thought we were done pretending.”
You could feel the tears burning behind your irises, and it was taking everything within you not to let them out. Nolan’s words broke you, even more than you were already broken.
“Nolan, I wanted- I want,” you corrected yourself, “Nothing more than to give myself to you, but I- I just can’t. I’m not ready.”
“Then why did you sleep with me?” his voice cracked, “And what does that even mean, ‘you’re not ready’?”
“I can’t let myself get hurt again, okay? I can’t do it,” you sighed, finally succumbing to your emotion, “I am so sorry for dragging you into my mess, but I can’t let myself go through that again. And you deserve so much better.”
Your head fell to your hands, hiding your face from him as you cried. Even just speaking out loud your last heartbreak made you a wreck. Deep down you knew Nolan wasn’t capable of hurting you like that, but you wouldn’t let him take care of you anymore. You couldn’t. He deserved someone who didn’t need to be taken care of.
“Y/N,” Nolan hummed, gently placing a hand on your back. He cringed when you jumped at his touch. “Y/N, look at me, please.”
You did as he asked, your red, puffy eyes lifting to meet his baby blues, putting you at ease almost right away.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Nolan murmured, “I don’t know what you think, but you’re not a burden. You’re the complete opposite and I want to show you that. If you’ll let me.” He paused, his eyes frantically scanning your face for any sign of your reaction. You were staring ahead of you, entranced with the ice below as you processed his words. Despite knowing how much it could potentially hurt, Nolan said what he thought he had to, “Even if it’s just as friends, but you can’t disappear on me again.”
You made Nolan feel at peace, like when he was with you nothing else mattered. But no matter how strong his feelings were, he cared for you enough to put them aside if that’s what it took to keep you in his life.
“I don't want to be friends,” you whispered, finally breaking the silence.
As if there was some kind of magnifying force between the two of you, your body lunged towards Nolan’s, your lips crashing together instantly. He was stunned, his body frozen in shock, but within seconds he melted against your touch with one hand on your lower back and the other tangled in your hair. It felt like time stopped in that moment, the only thing making you pull away was the lack of air.
You were both breathless, your foreheads resting against one another. Nolan took both of your hands in his, intertwining his much larger fingers with yours.
“I trust you,” you breathed out.
The grin that spread on Nolan’s face was like nothing you had ever seen before. You matched him right away, smiling as you watched the pure joy and relief wash over. The same joy and relief that you were feeling.
“Does this mean I finally get to take you out?” he asked, his deep mumble making you feel right at home again.
“Maybe,” you teased, “Only if you shower,” you added, pretending to push him off of you.
Nolan couldn’t help but fall into a fit of laughter at your subtle jab. That’s what he loved about you most, the way you could earn a smile or chuckle out of him like no one else.
He stood up from his seat, extending his hand out as he stared down at you. Without even a crumb of doubt creeping its way into your mind, you took his hand. Wrapping your arms around Nolan’s and resting your head against his shoulder, you walked out and into the hallway together.
Nolan leaned down and pressed a gentle peck to your forehead, and for the first time in longer than you could remember, you felt untouchable.
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Can I please have some ticklish Lumine headcanons she hardly gets anylove in the this tickle community (as well as the other girls) and as a lesbian it hurts me ); so please some ticklish Lumine headcanons would be nice
A/N: ahhh i love Lumine sm!! I agree, while there's a couple things with Lumine there's never enough, so i hope you enjoy these little headcanons! Have a lovely day and remember to hydrate! :D
okay so Lumine is actually pretty ticklish, she’s just not as ticklish as the other people in Genshin
some of her tickle spots are her hips, ribs, and sides!
She’s literally so cute when she’s tickled, she has super bright giggles and she scrunches up her nose and her cheeks get all red and AHH
i love her
She and Aether get into tickle fights a lot! especially before they were separated
Aether would generally initate them, whether Lumine was feeling down or if he was just in a playful mood
And listen: Aether is ticklish asf but that doesn’t mean he loses every tk fight to Lumine
in fact, he probably wins just as many because he knows his sister better than anyone and is able to pick out which spots get her giggling the most
When they got separated Lumine was really upset, and Paimon ended up giving her cheer up tickles as well
She and Paimon tickle each other often now as well, but Paimon has an advantage being smaller and being able to fly hehe
The people who probably tickle her the most are Amber and Ayaka! She has plenty of people who tickle her as well though hehe
Amber is one of the few people who really tried to help her find Aether, and Lumine greatly appreciates her for that
and of course Amber loves to tickle her since they’re so close hehe
Amber knows all of her spots and knows how to tease her so she normally gets Lumine into a giggly puddle by the time she’s done
Amber gets her fair share of tickles from Lumine as well, but for the most part it’s Lumine that gets tickled
Ayaka found out Lumine was ticklish at the festival that they visited and she hasn’t stopped tickling her since
She just loves Lumine’s laugh, and participating in tickling is a way for her to let go of her responsibilities for a little bit, so Lumine always lets her tickle her
During the Moonchase Festival, Guoba kept poking Lumine and it ended up with Xiangling and Guoba ganging up on her with Keqing joining in after a little bit
Albedo’s probably run a few “experiments” on her to see if she was normal, but ended up just tickling her
She also babysits sometimes! So Klee, Qiqi, and Diona often give her little tickles and she can’t do anything bc they’re tiny and bc they just swarm her
Venti’s also tickled her before, even though most of the time the tables turn on him he still initates it often because he loves to hear Lumine’s laugh
Tickle fights are pretty common for Lumine with her friends, like Venti or Ayaka, but sometimes she loses on purpose
Like she’ll either just stop tickling them and claim that the tickles were too bad, but in reality she just wants to get tickled a lil bit
That’s all I have for right now! I hope you enjoyed! :D
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I wish you would write a fic where tk has a bad day with his depression and can’t even get out of bed and is so anxious and carlos helps make sure he’s okay and takes care of him :)
holly's august extravaganza day 12: let me love you when your heart is tired
anon i sincerely apologise for turning your prompt into a personal therapy session. i want to put an extra warning on this fic because it deals heavily with themes of depression and there are a couple of lines that could be interpreted as suicidal. it's taken from my own personal experiences of depression, and i do not claim to speak for anyone else suffering from this.
if you think this fic could trigger you in any way, please don't read. stay safe folks 💚💚
ao3 | 1.1k | depression, mental illness, implied suicidal thoughts, hurt/comfort
TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Exhaustion settles heavy into his bones, his entire body a dead weight, like he’s chained to the mattress with a hundred tonnes piled on top of him. This pressure, this tiredness—it’s all he can feel, all he knows; it’s all-consuming, and far too familiar.
Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—
But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.
If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.
He can’t remember if he’s supposed to go to work today. He thinks, maybe, it might be a day off, but he honestly doesn’t know. And… He’s not sure he cares. No, he knows he doesn’t. His chest feels like it’s gaping and empty, but still there’s no room for anything inside. They’ll be better off without him anyway, if he does in fact have a shift; there’s no way he could competently insert an IV or bandage a wound when lifting a finger is a near impossible task right now.
Rolling onto his back takes two minutes longer than it should, the sheets getting trapped under his body in a way he can’t bring himself to fix and his arm bouncing freely when it lands on the mattress. The weight tying him down has shifted now, sitting squarely on top of his chest, turning even breathing into a chore.
He can breathe, it’s just… It would be so much easier not to. It would be so much easier if he could just close his eyes and drift away from it all for a little while, and maybe when he next woke up things would be different. Better.
Get up, his mind tells him, unbidden.
And TK would love to, truly. His eyes fix on the door, but it may as well be a million miles away for how easy it seems to get to.
Get up, again, get up, get up, get up.
TK sighs, a long exhale that makes the weight feel that bit heavier.
Get up.
He scratches his nails along the bottom sheet.
Get up.
His arms tremble as his muscles work against their will to push him semi-upright.
Get up.
He almost falls back down, but somehow he doesn’t. Somehow, he manages to get his legs over the side of the bed, back bent with the weight of the effort it’s taken to get here. Standing takes even more time and walking is another matter entirely, his brain, just as slow as the rest of his body, having to coach him through each and every step.
When he finally gets downstairs—
(and, god, the stairs. tk had stood at the top of them for too many minutes to count, staring down and resisting the urge to give up then and there. he thought he’d fall on the way down, then thought that maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. by the time he got to the bottom, the whole ordeal was already starting to fall into a distant memory, like it had happened to someone else)
—When he finally gets downstairs, he doesn’t bother with a bowl, or a spoon, or any of the normal breakfast requirements. He carelessly pulls a box of cereal from the cupboard and digs into it with his hand, but it tastes like dust on his tongue and sticks in his throat, and he barely manages to chew twice before realising that this, too, is more effort than it’s worth.
He’s not even sure why he came down here. He’s not hungry, or he doesn’t think he is.
The box gets abandoned on the counter, and TK begins the arduous process of dragging himself back upstairs, his entire body aching for bed.
The next few hours pass in a haze, TK alternating between scrolling mindlessly on his phone and staring blankly at the ceiling, or whichever spot is within his eyeline. He’s not picky. No messages come through from his dad or Tommy or the team, so he guesses he didn’t have a shift, which is probably lucky. One does appear from Carlos, letting him know that he’s going to be back later than expected due to a massive pile-up.
TK sends a thumbs up back, but his heart sinks even further.
He must fall asleep at some point, because after what feels like a blink, the room is significantly darker than he remembers it being and there are noises coming from somewhere in the house. TK’s brain is on a lag, so he barely registers the sounds as something to potentially be worried about before the bedroom door opens, revealing Carlos on the other side.
“Hey,” he says, smiling softly. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
TK blinks at his boyfriend, taking a second to remember how to work his tongue, then responds, “S’okay.” The words are little more than a breath, and his eyes drift shut almost as soon as they’re out, his energy back to zero after the exertion.
He hears Carlos coming closer, then the sound of something being placed on the nightstand, near his head. A hand strokes down his face and lips brush his forehead, the touches light and feeling like both too much and not enough all at once.
“I got you some water,” Carlos whispers. “Think you can drink some, sweetheart?”
TK forces his eyes open again, catching sight of a glass, a granola bar sitting next to it. Carlos helps him to sit up, and TK takes the water in a trembling hand, managing a few sips, though a couple of drops spill over onto the sheets. He flops back down as soon as the glass is safely back on the nightstand, spent, but the smile Carlos gives him makes it worth it.
The granola bar goes ignored, but Carlos doesn’t push the issue. Instead, he walks round to his side of the bed and sits, propping the pillows up and settling himself so that TK’s head rests against his waist. A second later, there’s a hand in TK’s hair, brushing gently back and forth, the rhythmic motion doing what words can’t and settling something inside him.
The weight isn’t gone, but it has lessened, if only by a tiny bit.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
#911 lone star#911 lone star fic#tarlos#tarlos fic#tk strand#carlos reyes#lone star#911ls#tw depression#holly's august extravaganza#fanfiction#my fanfiction#writing#my writing#anonymous#so sorry for how delayed this is!
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Under the surface and tryin' to pretend
He knows he’s probably coming off as rude and anti-social as he ignores his friends. They’re supposed to be having fun at their local honkytonk after a long tiring week at work, but he can’t focus on them when his attention is on a certain officer across the bar playing pool with a stranger who is way too close for TK’s liking.
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TK mistakes a situation. It forces his feelings to the surface.
Written for @911lonestarangstweek - Day 2: Physical whump + “Does it hurt badly?”
TK Strand nurses his mineral water, stirring it with a straw as he tunes out his crew’s chatter and the band playing. He knows he’s probably coming off as rude and anti-social as he ignores his friends. They’re supposed to be having fun at their local honkytonk after a long tiring week at work, but he can’t focus on them when his attention is on a certain officer across the bar playing pool with a stranger who is way too close for TK’s liking.
He grips his glass a little tighter as the handsome man leans in, intimately speaking into Carlos’ ear. Whatever he says causes Carlos to tip his head back as he lets out a deep laugh that TK swears reach his ears over the noise of the busy watering hole. He feels his stomach drop as he observes the interaction, and he has to remind himself that he has no claims over Carlos Reyes. Sure, they hang out and sleep together occasionally, but they’re casual by TK’s own design, and he has no right to be jealous now when it’s obvious the guy is on a date.
“If you hold that glass any harder, you’re going to mess up your hand, man.”
TK jumps at the words. He jerks his gaze away from Carlos and his date to find Paul watching him with amusement and concern.
“What’s that about?” his friend questions, tipping his chin. His eyes stray to Carlos and his companion before looking back at TK once more. The amusement is gone from his eyes, but the concern has doubled.
TK gives him a shrug, hoping it comes off as effortless but knowing he’s failed by the wrinkle between Paul’s brow. “He’s single; he’s allowed to hang out with whoever he wants. I have no claims on him,” he answers, needing to say the words out loud for his own sake. He startles when Paul lets out a snort while rolling his eyes at him.
“Yeah, that’s ass,” Paul says to him bluntly. “It might work on the rest of the team, but I have actually hung out with you both and seen the frankly embarrassing heart eyes you give each other.”
“Well, obviously, you’re mistaken since he’s on a date right now, aren’t you,” TK snaps back, feeling the hurt building in his chest.
Paul gives him a soft look, not put off by his attitude. Instead, he throws an arm around him, pulling him to his side in comfort. “You don’t know what that’s about. It could just be a friend, and you’re making a bigger deal about it because you’re scared that it’s more than that, and that would hurt because you have feelings for him.”
“I hate it when you do your thing,” TK says with a sharp exhale. “You don’t have to call me out like that, you know,” he continues, shaking his head when his friend chuckles.
“Am I wrong?” Paul challenges, smirking as TK rolls his eyes at him.
“You know you’re not you all-knowing dick,” he grumbles, scowling as it makes Paul laugh again.
“Go talk to him,” Paul tells him, nodding when he gives him a nervous look.
“But – “
“If it’s a date, better you know now,” Paul talks over his protest. “Though I really don’t think Carlos would be such an asshole to continue a date with another guy in front of you. He doesn’t seem the type.”
TK looks at his friend for a moment, letting his words settle over him. He’s right. Carlos isn’t the type; he’s been nothing but kind and patient with TK. Going at his speed, never pushing for more. But it’s precisely that thought that clouds the others. What if Carlos is tired of TK and all his issues that stop him from committing to him the way Carlos deserves.
“Go, TK,” Paul pushes on his shoulder.
TK lets out a breath, nodding as he stands. He starts to cross the length of the bar, intending to get to Carlos when he hears commotion to his left. He turns his head to find a pair of men shoving each other, a petite blonde girl between them trying to pull them apart as the mens’ voices get loud enough to draw the attention of the whole bar. TK’s focus is on the small woman who keeps getting pushed back and forth as she tries to break it up.
He lets out a shout of alarm, moving towards them as one of the men pushes on one of her shoulders hard, causing her to trip backwards and fall onto the floor.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” he asks, getting to her as another woman helps her up. He takes hold of her elbow gently as she shakes. Over her head, he sees Carlos and his date make their way over to them.
“Break it up,” Carlos says sternly, using his officer voice as he steps around TK and the woman to address the men who are fighting.
“Mind your own fucking business, man,” the guy who shoved the girl spits at Carlos. “This asshole is messing with my girlfriend.”
“Ex-girlfriend,” the girl speaks up, still shaken.
“You heard her,” says the other guy, smirking in the first guy’s direction. It’s the wrong thing to do as it gets them started again, shoving at each other.
TK hears Carlos mutter a curse as he takes a step forward to intervene, pushing back the ex-boyfriend.
“Chill out,” he warns him before turning to address the other man. The guy doesn’t take kindly to being told what to do and rears his fist back.
TK sees it coming towards Carlos’ head and reacts on instinct. He shoves Carlos out of the way, saving him from the punch that unfortunately still lands but on TK’s face. He lets out a groan as his jaw explodes with pain. Dimly he hears shouting, but all he can focus on is the ache and the way he sees black spots dancing in front of his eyes.
He feels hands pull him away, he’s not sure who it is, but he’s grateful. He’s pushed into a chair as hands pry at his own as he holds his jaw.
“Let us see, man,” Paul asks, concern coloring his voice.
TK opens his eyes to find him and Mateo hovering around him. Marjan comes over a moment later with a rag in her hand, and he hisses when she places it against his cheek, realizing there’s ice inside it.
They check him over, tilting his head to check his eyes, asking him questions to make sure he doesn’t have a concussion. It’s how Carlos finds them minutes later.
“Is he okay?” he asks anxiously. He steps forward as Paul and Marjan move out of his way, allowing him to reach TK. He cups the good side of his face. “TK?”
TK stares up at his worried face, letting out a sigh as he runs his thumb over his unbruised cheek.
“He’s a little dazed and probably in pain, but he doesn’t seem to have a concussion,” Paul answers for him.
Carlos doesn’t seem to relax at their friend’s reassurance. “Does it hurt badly?” he asks him. “Maybe I should take you to the hospital.”
TK opens his mouth to ease Carlos’ concern but instead finds himself blurting out.
“Where’s your date?”
He feels his face go hot as Carlos gives him a confused look, his brow pinched in the middle.
“What?” he questions back. “What date?”
He hears Paul let out a low whistle and him say that Carlos can handle TK as he ushers a confused Marjan and Mateo away. TK tries to scowl at him for abandoning him but can’t when Carlos is still holding on to his face.
“TK?” Carlos questions again, and TK knows he can’t avoid the question.
“The guy you were playing pool with,” he answers, shrugging his shoulder. “You looked like you were having fun.”
Carlos looks at him for a moment, understanding entering his eyes. He lets go of his face as he finds a chair, moving to sit in front of TK, making sure he holds his gaze. “I was,” he starts to say, knowingly. “Chris and I have been friends since the academy. He’s my very good, very straight, and married friend who changed precincts a while back and who I don’t get to see as much. He’s currently babysitting the asshole who punched you until someone on duty shows up.”
“Oh,” TK whispers, feeling himself blush again, the embarrassment paining him more than his aching jaw.
“Yeah, oh,” Carlos shoots back dryly, letting out a huff. He shakes his head softly. “Do you really think I would cheat on you? And do it right in front of you?”
“It wouldn’t be cheating though,” TK answers quickly, biting down on his bottom lip. “It’s not like we’re together, together,” he continues, and his breath catches as he sees a flash of hurt cross Carlos’ face.
“Right,” he says quietly, his shoulders dropping, his eyes going to his lap. “My mistake,” he continues as he slowly starts to get up from his chair, still not looking at him.
“But I want us to be,” TK blurts out at the sight of Carlos’ hurt feelings. It feels worse than a fist to the jaw. “I really, really want us to be.”
Carlos raises his gaze as he sits back down. He doesn’t say anything, but there is a glint of hope in his eyes that pushes TK forward.
“It killed me to see you tonight with someone else,” he tells him honestly. “Thinking it was a date and watching you laugh with him. I wanted it to be me that made you smile. I want to be that person for you.”
Carlos closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his head softly before opening them again. The affection TK finds in Carlos’ brown eyes blowing him away. “You already are, TK,” Carlos whispers, reaching out to touch the good side of his face. “To me, you have been that person since the first time we danced in this very bar. I have just been waiting for you to want to be that person.”
TK lets out a breath, his heart tripping over itself at Carlos’ words. “I’m sorry I’ve wasted so much time,” he whispers. He reaches up to cover Carlos’ hand with his own. “I’m ready now if you’ll still take me.”
Carlos lets out a soft breath, his eyes shining with love. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” TK breathes out. He lets out a sound as Carlos tugs him out of his chair, and he goes, stepping between his legs as Carlos wraps his arms around him.
“I’ll take you,” Carlos whispers into the side of his neck. “I’ll keep you.”
TK lets out a whimper, his hold on Carlos tightening at the words. “I’ll keep you too,” he promises, knowing that he won’t ever let go of Carlos if he lets him.
Carlos pulls back, a beautiful smile on his face as he looks at him. “Deal,” he whispers.
He leans up to brush a feather-light kiss over TK’s jaw, and even though he knows it’s not medically possible, he swears it instantly hurts less as a result.
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