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do other autistics have the problem where you literally feel you’re not allowed to do something unless someone else tells you to do it or is with you to do it and it’s ruined ur whole life?
#realistically i know the answer is yes#could be as simple as going to the store#or a big one for me was going to art school#i wanted to do art for a long time but didn’t let myself until i was literally told to go to art school#i can’t leave my house unless i have a reason to do with someone else#i’ve done it before for things for myself and it gives me crazy anxiety#but i have less anxiety if it’s bc someone is asking me to do something ?#and i have no idea what to do with my life and i feel like im waiting for someone to tell me#but who the fuck is going to tell me anything they’re not#i don’t know how to fix this#makes me sick 🤡#but is this called something because i really don’t know what to do and never hear anything about it
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yandere headcanons :0
across the spiderverse characters: peter b parker, miles, gwen, miguel, hobie, pavitr
warnings: the usual yandere stuff (kidnapping, manipulation, stalking)
(imagine miles, gwen, pavitr like college age) (gender neutral reader)
peter b
literally so in love with you
he’s not the type to sit and stalk you from a far, but he’s also not straight up kidnapping you
he’ll watch you, find out your interests, find your social media, everything he needs to figure out how to be your perfect lover <3
he becomes your friend and integrates himself into your life
if you like him, he has no reason to separate you from your family or friends becuz he’s the perfect boyfriend. no one has anything negative to say abt him
if you don’t… he’ll do anything to make you like him.
convince you your whole family is evil and he’s the only one really looking out for you
he’s awkward and sweet and kind and so funny and it’s hard not to believe him
wants the American dream life: white picket fence, house in the suburbs, marriage, kids
that’s his dream for the both of you and he doesn’t really care if you don’t have the same dream
“you’re my dream, (y/n). everything i do, it’s always been for you.”
miles (aged up!)
miles is similar to peter b but like also not
very stalker but like without knowing, he’d pass your place over and over during his patrols around the city without realizing
he’d never kidnap you or do anything reallyyy morally wrong
howeverrr he’s absolutely in love with you, so like small little things
stalking, stealing small things from you, finding out the shampoos or different things you use or eat.
he feels closer to you, knowing he knows you better than anyone else.
after a long time, he’ll work up the courage to talk to you (“accidently” bumping into you at a coffee shop or a place you visit frequently) miles (albeit awkward) is a charmer, so you’re instantly smitten.
plus! he loves all the things you do, so you’re a match made in heaven :)
“hey, (y/n)! we meet again!”
gwen (aged up!)
gwen doesn’t try to interact with you much
she’s definitely afraid of putting you in danger or losing you just because you got close
she’ll watch over you and protect you from danger tbh like
for example, sayyy someone was harassing you at work and/or school, you’d probably successfully get that off your ass or at least they leave you alone for the day, butttt gwen would not feel satisfied.
gwen would find where they live and absolutely beat the living shit out of them
seeing someone bother you makes her vision go red like
basically your guardian angel
she would never bother you really just protecting you from afar
you’ll never notice tbh
unless some big bad guy found out that ghost-spider has been following around a random civilian…
well then, she’ll have to keep you safe
she’ll keep you safe in her apartment, whether you want to be there or not.
“every single thing i do, i do it to keep you safe.”
miguel (won’t be writing in spanish cause i don’t know spanish srry guys) (but he def calls you cute nicknames in spanish)
HEHHEHEHEE (my bad im just literally in love)
gwen but like 10000000 times more intense
the moment he lays eyes on you, babes you’re FUCKED
he’s snatching you up
however! the first thing he’ll check is if you’re super important to the “safety” of the timeline
no offense but ur not at all important saurrr FREE GAMEE
he’s definitely kidnapping you and keeping you hostage at HQ
he doesn’t bother with the whole stalking thing or becoming friends or anything like that
he doesn’t care if you don’t want to come with him, your opinions do not matter to him at all
he believes that he’s your protector, that everything that he’s doing is for your own good
you don’t know what’s best for yourself, only miguel knows what’s best for you (at least that’s what he thinks)
his only goal is to keep you with him, he wants a family and he believes that with you… he can achieve his dreams
if you’re a part of the Spider Society, Miguel can’t really do anything to you without other people noticing or disrupting the timeline
but yk… it’s better to be a rando from whatever universe to have miguel’s attention (but that’s just my opinion i suppose)
“you are mine. you will never leave me.”
hobie (will not be writing his british accent sorry im bad at accents)
i love him he’s so funny
you’ve been friends for a long time, he was in a band with you before he quit
he doesn’t really stay in one place for long
he’s a lot like a mix of gwen and miles
he believes keeping you safe is by staying close to you, but he also watches over you when you’re alone
he falls for you because of how positive you are, you never talk badly about anyone, but you’re always down to do anything.
you always join him for every protest, at his every show
he flirts with you constantly, loving how you blush away at the attention
constantly giving you attention and love, but a little manipulative about it at the same time
he never wants to kidnap you or keep you hostage, it’s against everything he stands for
he knows that if you didn’t like him, you’d never be by his side
so he believes that keeping you free is what keeps you near him
“we’re free birds, (y/n). with you by my side, we’re unstoppable.”
pavitr (aged up!) (this is gonna be very non-yandere tbh) (ILOVEHIM)
my little cutie pie i love him
i can’t really imagine being a yandere type character but he would be similar in miles and hobie
no kidnapping or stealing tho
slight stalking, just watching over you all the time, making sure you’re safe
he’s my little cutie pie moroenfakds
he’s flirty and funny
you’d be classmates when you meet him
you’d click very quickly tbh he’s just so easy to get along with
he’s absolutely terrified of your parents, very respectful tho so your parents love him
very passionate about how much he likes you, would quite literally shout it from the rooftops (and he does every day)
ugh i love him
"you're my world, (y/n). i love you so much."
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A-Z Yandere Prompts w/ Dialogue Starters
A is for... Appetite
“I want to know how you’ll taste between my teeth.”
“I can never get enough of you. I’ll drink you down to the last sip.”
“You look delicious. I won't stop until I’ve eaten every bite.”
B is for... Brand
“I’m going to engrave myself into your very being.”
“We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent, no one will dare touch you again.”
“With this tattoo I’ve claimed you.”
C is for... Consequences
“Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to burn.”
“Don’t complain now – you did this to yourself.”
“You reap what you sow.”
D is for... Delusion
“This hurts me more than it hurts you.”
“Why are you acting like you don’t know me?”
“Why are you running? I did this for you!”
E is for... Eradicate
“You don’t need a job, baby. Your job is being mine.”
“You’re better off without them anyway.”
“I removed the problem. You should be thanking me.”
F is for... Forbidden
“You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.”
“They will never let us be together unless we make them.”
“It’s only taboo to those who’ve never loved like us.”
G is for... Game
“Here kitty, kitty.”
“I don’t know how to lose.”
“One, two, Daddy is coming for you. Three, four, knocking down your door.”
H is for... Harmless
“I would never hurt you. You know that, right?”
“Why are you scared?”
“You’re the only reason worth living for.”
I is for... Isolation
“Why would you want to leave? I’m keeping you here for your own good!”
“There’s nothing left for you but me. Everyone else is gone.”
“No one will ever find you here.”
J is for... Jealousy
“If his filthy hands touch you again I’ll kill him.”
“Shouldn’t you be spending more time with me?”
“I can’t control how I react when your eyes wander.”
K is for... Kidnap
“You say kidnap, I say date. Who’s really to know?”
“It’s not kidnapping when your soul yearns to be here.”
“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now.”
L is for... Lies
“The truth would have just hurt you.”
“I’m not lying – I bent the truth a little to protect you.”
“Don’t you believe me?”
M is for... Manipulation
“I’ve done everything for you and this is how you repay me?”
“If you leave me now I’ll die. I can’t survive without you.”
“I told you they couldn’t be trusted.”
N is for... Neglect
“Stop ignoring me!”
“Look at you, you’re skin and bones.”
“If you won’t take care of yourself I will be forced to do it for you.”
O is for... Obsession
“It’s our anniversary! How could you forget? There isn’t a single thing I don’t remember about you.”
“So it's a little crush when you fawn over him but it's an obsession when I pay attention to you?”
“I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. You’re all I can think about.”
P is for... Persistence
“To my dying breath, I’ll never let you go.”
“I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I’ll catch you.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”
Q is for Quid Pro Quo
“If you do this for me I’ll think about helping you.”
“Well, I guess it pays to have friends in high places.”
“You owe me.”
R is for... Restraints
“I’ll let you go when you understand this is where you belong.”
“Your poor wrists… Maybe next time you’ll do what I say the first time I ask.”
“The cuffs will come off when you start acting like someone who doesn’t need them.”
S is for... Spoil
“I’d do anything for you, babe. Anything.”
“Is this okay? Did I do well?”
“Nothing is ever enough for you, is it?”
T is for... Training
“We can do this the hard way or the easy way. It’s up to you.”
“Haven’t we already moved past this? Do I have to train you again?”
“Patience is a virtue. We’ll keep going until you learn.”
U is for... Unending
“No matter how long you make me wait, our love will never die.”
“The only way out of this house is death.”
“There is no end. We are eternal.”
V is for... Voyeur
“Don’t act as if you don’t know me. I've been watching you watch me.”
“I like you best when you’re sleeping.”
“If I don’t keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen?”
W is for... Worship
“You’re my whole world, my Goddess. You're more than divine, you’re celestial.”
“Let me show you what adoration truly looks like.”
“No matter what you do to me, I’ll worship the very ground you walk on. That's what it means to love someone.”
X is for... XOXO
“I want to hold you but I can’t. Once I do, I know I’ll never stop.”
“I need to kiss every inch of your skin.”
“When we part, every caress becomes more agonizing than the last.”
Y is for... Yearn
“I’m aching for your touch.”
“You’re my oasis. Please don’t leave me thirsting.”
“You don’t know true pain. I’ll show you what it really means to crave something.”
Z is for... Zealot
“You are my religion.”
“Words like radical and extremist are just a pseudonym for enthusiastic.”
“No matter the world, we are fated. Through time and space we will always find each other.”
~Feel free to reblog and use~
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Redamancy: Chapter Eight
Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?
Warnings: None except for like one cuss word
Notes: Hot off the press - I just spent my day packing my house up to move tomorrow and I’m up past midnight to get this out... You guys have been so freaking supportive and I’m excited for this story to pick up!
Word Count: 3158
Series Masterlist
• March 11th, 2005 • Forks High School •
Reader
“Emotions.” Jasper says by way of greeting, placing his backpack on the picnic table that no doubtibly contains his art supplies.
“Everyone has them, yes?” I reply, my forehead wrinkling in confusion at his peculiar single-word statement.
“I can control them.” He answers, visibly nervous as if he were afraid he just opened a can of worms.
I watch him pull out his well-worn sketchbook and pencils as I decide how to respond to this new bit of information.
“Say something, doll.” Jasper looks almost pleading, worry setting in on his face.
“How does it work?” I question him, I’m in shock that he volunteered such important information in the middle of a school day at lunch as if it were a typical topic to talk about.
“Well, it started off as just being able to sense the emotions of humans and vampires in my vicinity,” he lets out a sigh as he begins shading whatever it is he’s working on. “Then I quickly figured out I can influence them. I can either enhance what someone is already feeling, take away their emotions altogether, or replace them entirely and give them something completely different.”
“W-wow,” I stutter, “that’s honestly impressive.” I raise my eyebrows as his eyes meet mine.
“I can also do small things since I’ve had time to hone my power, like it’s easy to find people I’m familiar with in a crowded area, within a reasonable distance. As long as I can get to know the person, orient myself with their emotions, it’s quite easy.” He glances down at his drawing as he finishes his explanation.
“That has to be rough, feeling everything everyone else is feeling all the time. You can turn it off though, right?” I muse out loud, I can’t imagine having a power that doesn’t come with an ‘off’ switch.
“Unfortunately I can’t, my family is usually pretty good at regulating the intensity of their emotions when we’re gathered at home. At school though… Sitting out here alone with you during lunch is a welcome reprieve.” Jasper turns back to his sketch as he admits that last tidbit of information.
“Do any of your other siblings have super powers like you?” I tease him, not ready to dive into that nugget of information about how spending time with me makes him feel.
“Rosalie and Emmett don’t, neither do Carlisle and Esme. Unless you want to count the staggeringly strong self-control my adoptive father possesses.” Jasper pauses, “Alice can see the future, subjectively though - she has to be searching for that person’s intent and as long as they make a decision, she can see it and the immediate effects. Edward on the other hand, can-“ but he’s interrupted by the bell signaling the end of the lunch period.
“You’re not off the hook now that you’ve enlightened me, I expect to finish this conversation.” I tell him as I stand and meet him on the sidewalk leading towards the school building.
“I would never leave business unfinished with a lady.” He says rather cheekily, trying to get a rise from me, but all it earns him is a huff of a laugh as we walk in a comfortable silence.
“Thank you for sharing that information with me, I promise not to tell anyone.” I vow soberly, meeting his eyes as we stand outside of my next class.
“I was never worried.” Jasper replies, backing away as students finish milling about in the hallway. “See you in History, darlin’.”
I could feel his eyes on me as I stood in front of my open locker, quickly shuffling through the books I needed for my last class of the day. It’s almost like his gaze seemed to burn me alive as I felt it travel across my skin, the hair on the back of my neck rose due to my heightened state of awareness I had towards this gorgeous man. Does he know the effect he has? Is he even aware that I am utterly at his mercy? I hate to fall in line with all the other girls that must throw themselves at his feet, most of them much prettier than I, so why me? Why does he want to take me on a date?
I glance over my shoulder in the direction I know his own locker is in and sure enough, liquid gold is locked onto its target. A steady unwavering gaze stares back, so solid and intense that it constricts my chest for a moment with the pure force of it.
I turn back to my locker and grab a pen before slamming the door shut, the warning bell signaling one minute before everyone still occupying the hallway is tardy. As I turn to hurry my way to History, Jasper has made his way to stand right behind me.
“Do you like baseball?” He blurts out quickly, as if to not lose his nerve.
“It’s probably the only sport I understand, so yeah. Why?” I counter, tilting my head in question.
“My family and I were thinking of playing a game Sunday. Would you like to tag along and spectate? Bella Swan will be there, I’m sure she would love your company.” Jasper tacked on the last part as if I needed more reason to go than just spending time with him.
“As if I could say no to you and your family.” I tell him with a smile.
“Good, so you’ll want to meet them tomorrow?” He asks with more confidence than the last request, slowly taking steps backwards down the empty hall and I gravitate with him.
My mind blanks, not prepared to be sprung with such a big step in… whatever is happening between us. First he tells me he wants to take me out on a date, now I’m meeting his family? Is this some lucky alternate universe where the insanely attractive boy falls for the incredibly average girl?
No-no way, friends bring their friends over to meet their entire family before a family outing, right?
“I-I-uh-“
“Noon tomorrow, they’ll love you.” Disappearing around the corner of the hallway with a smirk in place, probably because I was gaping at him in the middle of an empty hall.
I glance around - an empty hallway! I’m late for class! I can’t even be mad, Jasper Hale has effectively monopolized my weekend and I’m more than happy about it.
• March 11th, 2005 • Home •
Reader
“Hey, mom?” I ask, poking my head in her open bedroom door.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Putting down the book she was reading and pushing up her reading glasses, my mother sits up in bed to give me her full attention.
“So,” I take a seat at the end of her bed, “Jasper Hale invited me to his house tomorrow, to have dinner with his family and just hang out I guess.”
“Oh?” My mother sounds intrigued, eyebrows raising. “A date with a cute boy?”
“Not a date!” I immediately correct her, “it’s just dinner, or whatever.”
She laughs as I pick at her bedspread. “Honey, of course you can go, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Well…”
“Well, what?” She questions.
“He also asked if I wanted to play baseball Sunday with his fa-“
“You? Play baseball?” She blurts out, incredulously.
“Mom!” I draw out the word. “He’s invited me to hang out with his family this weekend - you’ll be cool, right? When he picks me up? No interrogating?”
“Me? Interrogate the cute boy stealing my daughter for a weekend? I wouldn’t dream of embarrassing you.” She teases me with a wink.
I stand and begin to leave, “You are insufferable, woman.”
“I love you, sweetheart!” She yells after me as I round the corner to my room. Flopping onto my bed with a smile, I’m both giddy and equally nervous for the next two days.
• March 12th, 2005 • Cullen Residence •
Reader
“This is my adoptive father Carlisle and his wife Esme.” Gesturing to the two beautiful adults patiently waiting in the foyer as we walk in their home.
Thankfully my mom was at work when Jasper picked me up, giving me another day to prepare myself for the potential train wreck of them meeting tomorrow.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen.” I give them a smile as I shake their hands.
“Trust me dear, the pleasure is all ours!” Esme responds excitedly, her smile wide and beaming.
“The others are in the living room, beware of what you’re throwing her into.” Carlisle warns Jasper with a smile.
Throwing me into? I glance up at Jasper with my brows furrowed, a little concerned.
“C’mon, I’ll protect you.” He jokes with me, I must be missing the punchline.
As he leads me to the living room in his house, I gape at the beautiful artwork spaced throughout. “This is gorgeous, Jasper.”
“Esme is pleased you like it.”
Not having heard his mom speak, I turn from where I was ogling a painting that appeared to be ancient. “But she-“
“Can hear you from her study and I can feel her emotions, remember?” He winks at me, show off.
Finally we walk into the space where his siblings are and I realize what Carlisle meant: Mario Kart.
Alice and Emmett are sitting on the edge of the couch, deep in concentration while Rosalie seems bored from her perch in the corner by her significant other.
“You’re fucking cheating!” Emmett bellows, frantically mashing buttons on his controller.
“It’s not cheating if you’re playing someone that sucks.” Alice taunts him, a wicked grin on her face.
“You can see the future Alice, cut him some slack.” Jasper chides his sister as he leads me to an empty section of the couch.
My eyes widen in amusement as I observe the small dark haired girl, “That’s right! You can-“
“See everything I try to do!” Emmett yells, frustration setting in as his character is hit with a shell.
It’s almost laughable, Emmett’s character Bowser and Alice as Princess Peach. I sit down next to Jasper, a few inches between us as I cross my legs and he lays an arm behind me on the back of the couch. I try to keep my breathing even as I sit here, but the excitement to be spending time with him is almost overwhelming.
I watch as Princess Peach zaps the other players into miniature size and Rose reminds Emmett not to throw yet another remote at the ground, when Jasper leans in close.
“Want a tour of the house?” He asks in a whisper, creating goosebumps down my arms.
“Yes.” I respond, probably sounding breathless, but he’s standing and offering his hand before I have the chance to feel embarrassed.
“And this is my room.” His tour coming to an almost close, since I’m still patiently waiting for a peak at all their cars.
I walk in the doorway he pointed to, stopping just inside. My eyes were immediately drawn to the bookshelves lining the wall opposite of the floor-to-ceiling windows that seemed to be a theme throughout the house. His room was much darker than all the others, warm and inviting with the shades of black and dark wood tones. Stepping closer and skirting the immaculately made king size bed, my eyes close in on some familiar titles on the shelves.
“I always see you reading and since I have quite a bit of free time, I thought I’d pick up a few.”
I turn to look at him with my mouth parted in surprise at his thoughtfulness, his hands are clasped behind his back like he’s bashful for getting found out.
“Jasper-“ but he interrupts me.
“The garage is next.” I watch him turn on his heel and disappear down the hallway.
I look down and brush my fingers on his black comforter as I smile to myself before following him, so Jasper Hale isn’t immune to his own feelings - he just doesn’t like to show them.
Walking into the garage, my eyes skip over the beautiful cars and land on a sleek little thing in the back. A Ducati 848 to be exact, it draws me in like a magnet. Immediately I knew it had to belong to Jasper, no one else seemed like the type. Rose had her red convertible, Emmett had his Jeep, and Edward had his mom-car. Alice and Esme didn’t bother with vehicles and Carlisle had a reasonable, albeit expensive, commuter.
“Wow,” my voice quiet as my fingers brushed the gas tank, “I’m impressed, Hale.”
“You know bikes?” Jasper asks with a hint of curiosity.
“Not really, but I know enough to know that this Ducati is basically a rocket and that it must’ve cost you a pretty penny.” I replied, eyes still glued to the beautiful machinery. “Why didn’t you tell me you drove a motorcycle?”
“Not many parents let their ‘teenager’ drive death traps around.”
“Touché.” I pause, “Take me for a ride?” Swinging my leg over to straddle the beast, I lean over the tank and glance at Jasper.
I know I’ve successfully distracted him by the amount of time it takes for him to respond. Grinning, I sit back and look at him expectantly.
“Absolutely not, darlin’. No way I’m risking-“
“You have safety gear, don’t you?” I tease him as I get off and walk behind him to snag the helmet placed on the counter along the back wall.
Jasper groans and tilts his head back in mock-frustration as he fishes the keys from his pocket. I squeal as I pull the helmet on and hop excitedly towards the bike.
“You’re wearing my protective gear or no deal, sweetheart.” He lays down the law as he stalks over to a cabinet, retrieving a thick coat and gloves.
I almost protest, but he’s pulling the jacket over my arms and zipping it up my chest leaving me breathless before I know what’s happening. Even with the helmet covering my face, I’m sure he senses the heat in my cheeks as he finishes checking me over.
“You sure about this?” Jasper asks, finding my eyes under the visor with his supernatural vision.
“Are you sure about this?” I counter, the unease floating around is practically choking me in this enclosed space before it vanishes in a snap.
He flips up my visor, “Riding with someone requires trust-“
“I trust you, Jasper Hale. Completely and without any reservations or doubt in your abilities to keep me safe.” I swear my words stunned him, his mouth parted slightly as I blurted the confession. As if he realized the doubt that was flowing earlier was from him and not me.
“You are…”, he mutters his response low enough that I can’t hear as he swings a leg over the motorcycle and turns to me seriously. “Number one rule, don’t let go of me. Lean with me on turns and stay tucked in. If you need to stop, tap on my chest. Any questions, doll?” Jasper asks.
“Where are we going?” I climb on behind him and scoot close enough to wrap my arms around his waist lightly, this is the first opportunity I’ve had to be this close to him and it’s amazing. I let out a small gasp when he grabs the backs of both knees to tug me closer, bracketing my hips around his to tuck me in close. He then grabs my arms and places them over his chest, the side of my helmeted head coming to rest on his large back.
“You’ll just have to wait and see, ready?” I feel a teasing chuckle rumble in his chest, so I simply nod, excitement tingling all over from where my body touches his.
The Ducati roars to life in the enclosed space and I feel it lean to the right as Jasper taps the garage door button on the wall to open our exit. My arms squeeze him a little tighter as we launch forward down the driveway, I’m tempted to wave to Esme smiling from the porch, but I decide against it remembering his number one rule of not letting go.
This is single-handedly the best idea I’ve ever had.
Jasper
This girl will be the death of me, I know it for certain.
She could ask me to bring her the moon and I would have it in her hands in a heartbeat. Taking her out on my motorcycle? Easy in theory, extremely difficult in practice. I’ve never felt as I do right now with her arms around me, her completely pressed against my back and squeezing me at every jolt and turn I make.
Heaven and Hell, having my greatest temptation in such close proximity.
She trusts me. Completely and without doubt - her fucking words. I’m positively speechless, I’ve never had someone to myself that trusted me so wholly without needing any kind of explanation or-or proof-
And her leaning over my bike in the garage? I nearly swerve us right off the road thinking about the arch in her back, the way her chest pressed against the tank, her toes barely able to touch the ground… it took nearly every ounce of control to remain rooted while she was seated atop my motorcycle.
My only regret is not showing her the garage sooner, that image of her will forever be seared into my mind. On second thought, I’m sure my mental images were extremely loud and clear in the garage - it’s a mystery how Edward can manage to be around the couples in our family. For me at least, the emotions get too much sometimes and I need breaks.
I’ve noticed that I’ve needed them less and less since Y/n literally slammed her way into my life - breaks from everyone else that is. She not only elicits a physical reaction that no one else has ever managed to coax out of me, but she has also become a mental safe-haven. Being around her energy is as easy and mindless as breathing, if only I could breathe around her without inhaling molten lava. Everything about her completely consumes me, tears me apart and builds me back up, unmakes and makes me over and over, infinite bliss and unending torture. My singer, her blood is a symphony and I am her rapt audience hanging on to every beautiful note and praying for an encore.
My singer.
The revelation clangs through my soul and grants my body with a new purpose; her. She is mine to protect, from this day onward. My left hand reaches up to anchor myself where Y/n’s hands rest on my chest, her arms not quite long enough for her fingers to meet in the middle. I smile to myself, maybe I can allow myself this one bit of happiness, to let her in.
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By your side from day one <3
finally set aside some time to finish off wilds turn for being self aware, the smartest one who found a way to get out without breaking your tv and getting the glass shards of screen everywhere. I'll be back on requests and such soon though!! <3
[masterlist]
“Come on [name], you can’t be serious about missing out on plans just to talk to someone you don’t even know is real.”
“You say like I would want to go clubbing tonight either way, besides he’s said he’s just been working up the courage to video call.”
“And you trust that?”
They’ve got enough of a conscious to look a bit ashamed when I look at them, I know they’re worried for me but of all the things to be so worked up about this seems harmless.
“What if I told you that he was messaging me and telling me to stop talking to you.”
“Can you show me the proof.”
“Well… no. he deleted them immediately afterwards.”
Are they just jealous? This is so unlike them that it’s offputting. I know they can get a little worked up when I get close to other people but accusing my online friend - accusing wild - of threatening them? It’s petty and childish. Are they afraid I’ll replace them or something?
“Okay, alright. This isn’t going to make me cut him off you know?”
“[name]...”
“Reach out when you don’t feel like senselessly trying to cut me off from others. I’ll see you around.”
Hopefully, it’s sooner rather than later, but if they don’t? It’s their own fault they thought they would need to sabotage my other relationships to get closer to me. They even have the audacity to call out after me as I’m leaving, still trying to warn me about him, like they can’t accept I would dare get close to anyone else. Not like it doesn’t feel awful potentially losing a friend like this, but what can I really do?
The trip home seems to pass in a blur, until I’m already collapsed onto my couch with a familiar notif going off on my phone. Opening it proves it is exactly what I expected it to be, a message from him, asking me how my day has gone showing me more care than nearly every other person in my life ever has. Not expecting me to drop everything on a dime for him, even if recently he’s been getting more possessive in his messages like he wants to be serious when I’ve never seen his face.
- I’ve been decent, met up with a friend. Not much really, you? -
- Had to do chores for someone I don’t like >:( wanna get away from everything tbh -
- why not just up and leave? -
- I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been planning something -
Seems like the possessive streak has worn off now then, so I don’t have to worry about mentioning friends again. There isn’t even a reason he should be possessive of me though, unless he’s got a secret crush or something. Which I hope he doesn’t, he’s been speaking to me for barely a couple of weeks.
- You free to call tonight? It’s been a while. -
- I’m good rn if you are. I’ll just grab my headphones - one sec -
- :DD perf perf -
Honestly a call will be nice, I can just zone out for a bit, play some games and chat. It’s the perfect way to destress after everything that happened earlier, I still can’t believe they threw away our friendship over something so small. Maybe I should just block their number and drop them even if they do try and apologise, I don’t really need people like that in my life.
“So then love, any plans for tonight?”
“I thought you said you were gonna drop calling me that?”
“It’s silly and you didn’t answer my question anyway.”
“Nah not really. I’m just loading up breath of the wild, been a bit since I’ve -”
“Oh shit.”
Has wild been link this whole time, wait - how did he get access to the internet, HOW IS HE SENTIENT?
He’s just sitting in his hateno house, holding the sheikah slate like a phone and silently, through the switch anyway, talking. The look of horror on his face is gut-wrenching though.
“You - you…”
“Oh - uh - I mean. Come on love it’s not that bad is it? I - I’m not going to hurt you, I swear.”
“I don’t think I want to deal with this right now… I’m sorry I just.”
The look of horror and shame shifted terrifyingly fast when he noticed me moving to turn off the switch, replacing itself with fear and anger before he steeled himself, and presses his hand against the slate’s screen?
…
He - he’s reached through my phone to grab onto my wrist.
“No, don’t turn me off, I can’t go back to being just a voice. Please”
“How… how are you DOING THIS?”
“That… Isn’t what matters right now.”
His grip feels so nervous, he looks it too - which makes sense, I would probably be petrified if I lost my body just because I was trapped in a game. I can’t turn him off that would be cruel… he deserves better than that.
It instantly lightened as I moved to sit back down, a sigh of relief echoing through both my tv speakers and my phone, as he let go the second I sat with his hand retreating through my unbroken phone.
“Okay, you promise you won’t try to turn me off?”
“I won’t if you’ll explain.”
“That - that’s fair, I can do that for you love and - if I told you that I think I’ve figured out a way to get out? Would you let me live with you?”
“So that’s why you were so forward abou- yes you can. When you’ve explained everything. And made it certain you’re not planning to kill me because you’re scared of me sending you back.”
The reverb’s stopped now, which makes talking a lot more pleasant and less like he’s trying to intimidate me now, not that I blame him for it if I was about to condemn him back to that hellscape. I just, I really hope he isn’t trying to get out just to kill me, I don’t think I would ever be able to get over my childhood crush wanting to kill me even if he has every right to want that.
“What- No no I don’t - why - why would you think I would ever want to even hurt you let alone KILL. I - love I. I love you. That’s why I’m doing all of this - I - I.”
He’s crying.
I should’ve known that he wouldn’t do anything like that - it’s within his right to - but he’s link, he’s the hero, the protagonist who was stuck to my side through it all. I know I shouldn’t have said that it wasn’t meant to be cruel but it was careless enough to hurt him.
“I’m sorry, I came on to strong, you - you have every right to be scared of me. I promise though love I - I will never hurt you ever.”
“I know… I just panicked. You can explain now I won’t overreact again I swear. Or if you’d prefer -”
“If I would prefer..?”
“Why not get out first, then explain?”
Lighting up a firework in my face would have been less blinding than his smile in that moment, it’s such a sweet smile - a genuine one too. Meaning that I said the right thing, that I’m doing the right thing by giving him this chance.
Hopefully, I won’t regret it.
“Really? You’ll let me do that?”
“I think it’s a good idea, it’ll be easier to talk to you as well. Just - how are you going to go this?”
“Um, oh, well uh, I think I could possibly make your switch into a mock version of a warp medallion? Then link my slate to it and just well”
“That makes sense, you can go ahead then, shouldn’t take long right?”
“No, no it won’t.”
A couple of seconds was all the wait it needed for him to stumble out of the blue lights and right onto me, clearly disorientated by the shift into reality. Probably not as bad as any of the 2d links would have struggled to be fair to him. It was an even shorter wait for him to jump onto me and cling even tighter than a koala could ever hope to, nuzzling up against my neck like it’s the only - because - it’s the only real touch he’s ever felt.
“So you want to explain then?”
“Could we wait? That took much more effort than I thought. I just want to rest a bit if that’s alright.”
“As soon as you’re rested enough to. You going to sleep for a bit then?”
“No I still want to talk, just about something less taxing?”
Seems like he’s more dodging the topic than anything, which is fine I can get him to talk about it later, there really isn’t a rush for anything. It’s fine. Besides he’s like an excited kid that’s staying up way past his bedtime right now, where’s the harm in staying like this for a bit?
“Mind if I ask why you’re so determined to call me ‘love’ then?”
“Because you’re everything to me, my light, my love, my life - you’ve been with me through everything. From when I woke to killing ganon and you didn’t abandon me there. You’ve shown me your favourite cities, stuck with me when you had the choice to choose others because you said I am you favourite, so really? How could I not love you?”
“You were aware even in Mariokart?”
His giggle is sweet, he’s so charming right now, especially with how unaware of it he is. It’s so earnest and unfiltered, just so raw, I could go the rest of my life with that being the only thing I ever hear again. Compared to how he acted in cutscenes as well? He’s happy. Tired but happy.
“Oh before I forget, You should be expecting a delivery actually!”
“What.”
“I’ve been wanting to get out of the game for a while so I ordered some things to try make myself more appealing to you.”
“Like what? Link you didn't need to do anything like that.”
He just shrugged, seems like I won’t be getting an answer to that till whatever arrives whenever it does. Seems he really wasn’t lying about being tired though, he’s already starting to fall asleep laying against me like this. Thankfully he’s light enough to move to a more comfortable position, although theres nothing I can do about how tightly he’s holding me and truthfully? There’s nothing I want to do about it.
“Y’know I think I could get used to this.”
“Yo’ will I pr’mise, I’ll make you addicted to m’.”
“Well that isn’t ominous at all… and you’re already asleep.”
#linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe#link x reader#yandere link#lu wild#lu wild x reader#botw x reader#botw link x reader#moss✦writes#botw link#tloz#self aware au#self aware tloz
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Chilled Nights, Fogged Windows [ZCL] (M)
Description: After being gone for weeks, the first thing Chenle wants to do is get ice cream with you. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, you're in the backseat (oooops).
Genre: Smut (established relationship AU)
(if anyone hasn't figured it out yet, this blog will mostly be Jaemin and Chenle unless I receive requests because they're my top two lolll)
Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (Don't Do This LOL), car sex, public? ish sex i guessss, Chenle's a bit of a meanie but we like meanies in this house so
Word Count: 1,674
Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader
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Chenle wanted ice cream.
And since it’s the first time you’ve seen him in weeks, you didn’t dare deny the man. He insists on driving and not notifying his managers of leaving, which means it’s almost like a real date. At nearly 10 o’clock at night.
“Do you know how to drive?” you hiss at him when he swerves.
He glares at you for a brief second. “Yeah, I know how to drive.”
You lean back in your seat, holding onto the handle bar above your head and praying you didn’t make the wrong decision by giving him the keys. Although it’s dark outside, you take a moment to admire how he looks. You ache to trace along his cheekbones and his jawline, but you’ll have to wait. Going weeks without seeing him is awful, but knowing he had fun on tour is enough to get you through it.
You have to go inside by yourself to get the ice cream. It’s one thing to leave without his manager, and it’s another to have him alone in public with you. You’d hate to be the reason behind rumors, so you run in on your own.
The SUV is so large, you have to climb into the passenger seat to get back in the car. Chenle laughs at your struggle, reaching over to grab your arm and steady you.
“Still can’t handle big things, huh?” He grins as you hand him his ice cream.
“I wouldn’t know.” You lean back against the seat and grab your spoon.
“Rude.” Chenle takes a bite, his eyes fluttering shut. “God, this was a good idea.”
“I can’t believe this was the first thing you wanted to do. You didn’t eat any ice cream on tour?” You raise an eyebrow at him.
“I did. But you like it, too. I figured you would say something if you wanted to do something else.” He pauses. “Is this not what you wanted?”
“No, it’s not that.” You wave him off. When you finally eat your ice cream, you let out a groan with the spoon in your mouth.
Chenle’s lips part as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Don’t make that sound right now.”
You do it again, dragging it out and staring at him. He scoffs. Before you know it, he’s putting his container up on the dash and unbuckling his seatbelt.
“Oh okay, so you wanna be fucked. Get in the backseat.” He stares at you expectantly, pointing back with his thumb.
Your eyes widen. “Oh my God, what?”
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You haven’t seen me in weeks and you want dick. No problem. I’ll give it to you.”
Much to your surprise, he actually makes his way back there and sits in the middle with his legs spread enough for you to fit between them. He pats his knee.
“Well?”
You’d be lying if you said this side of Chenle didn’t do things to you. Clenching your thighs together, you hesitate.
“Chenle, we’re in public—”
“The windows are so tinted, I can’t even see out of them. We’ll be alright. Come here and get what you’ve been wanting the whole time I’ve been gone.”
With a sigh, you crawl back with him, allowing him to help you over the center console. You end up on your knees in front of him, glancing up at him nervously.
“If someone sees—”
“That big ass mouth of yours has plenty of other purposes,” he says, fingers tangling in your hair. “Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?”
His words seem to flip a switch in you. You reach for the button on his jeans, practically ripping them down his legs. He lifts up a bit to aid you, and within mere moments, your mouth is watering at the sight of him hardening in front of you. You wrap your hand around him, jerking him slowly until he’s fully hard.
“C’mon,” he says, pushing you forward. “Show me.”
You wrap your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue. He curses quietly, gently thrusting upward.
“Holy shit, your mouth is cold.” Chenle gasps and shifts beneath you.
You release him from your mouth and look up at him. “I was going to warn you, but then you told me to shut my big ass mouth, so.”
“You’ll warm up as you go.” He grins.
You dip back down and take him between your lips. He inhales sharply, letting out a shaky exhale.
“This was your plan the whole time, huh?” he asks, tightening his grip on you when you hollow your cheeks. “You wore that skirt so it’d be easy for me to fuck you, didn’t you?”
His words alone have you moaning around him, and you take him as far into your mouth as you can. Tears spring in your eyes when he hits the back, but it does little to bother you.You wish you could glance up at him, imagining the pleasure written across his face..
The wetness between your legs is becoming almost too much to bear, so while you bob your head on him, you move your hand down your body.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls.
You whine around him but listen, knowing better than to disobey him at a time like this.
“Stop,” Chenle says, gripping your hair so hard it feels like he may pull it out. He yanks your mouth off his member, giving you a moment to wipe the spit off.
“You didn’t finish.”
“Take your panties off and come here.”
You missed him. There’s no denying it. And there’s something about the first night he’s back after a while of not seeing him, because he always turns into this—commanding and rough. You love it. Everything about it unlocks new parts of you even you didn’t know existed.
You shove your panties down and crawl over his lap. Your skirt covers everything, so even if someone did look in, they probably wouldn’t be able to tell what’s happening…at least not at first. His hand trails beneath the fabric, between your legs, and along your entrance.
“You’re so bad,” he whispers. “So wet for me in public.”
He lines himself up, his other fingers digging into your hip.
“Can I?”
You nod. “Please.”
Without another word, he pulls you down until he’s completely seated inside you. His head falls back against the seat and you cry out, grabbing onto the front of his T-shirt. It takes you a moment to adjust to his size, but once you feel pleasure tingling along your spine, you start moving.
He guides you up and down, eyebrows furrowing deeply as he tries his best to control himself. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth as you bounce on top of him. He thrusts upward to match you.
“What if someone sees?” you whimper.
“Baby, who cares? Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.”
“What if it’s the cops?”
He rolls his eyes, gently smacking your ass. “I’m balls deep in you right now. May as well enjoy it since it’s too late to worry. Just focus on me.”
Once again, he reaches beneath your skirt and between your thighs to find your clit. He rubs confident circles, making your hips buck at the feeling.
“You’re soaked.” He wets his lips. “I need to taste you when we get back.”
You can’t say anything. Any time you open your mouth, a moan spills out instead. The knot in your stomach starts to unravel, and your hand slams into the window to keep yourself going. You bounce faster on him, relishing in the sound of his moans and whines as he gets closer to the edge.
The pleasure turns your vision white, your body moving wildly on its own accord as Chenle keeps you at a steady pace. You cry out, digging your nails into his shoulder. He curses again, suddenly, yanking you down until you’re flush against him. Pulling you into an earth-shattering kiss, he finishes buried deep inside you. His tongue dances with yours. The sweet taste of vanilla still lingers, sending a shiver down your spine.
Your chests heave in sync as you weakly hold onto him. His lips work magic on yours, much softer and sweeter now.
“You never cease to amaze me.” He laughs, out of breath.
“You’re not allowed to leave me for that long again,” you say, resting your forehead on his. “Worst few weeks of my life.”
“You’ll just have to come with me next time, then.” Chenle rubs his hand up and down your back. “If that’s what you want.”
“Are you admitting you missed me, too?” You grin at him, running your fingers through his hair.
“Oh, I still miss you,” he replies. “Miss you so much, I’m gonna be hard all over again by the time we get back to your place.”
“Gross.” You crinkle your nose. “Don’t say that to me.”
“First of all, you started this.” He gestures between the two of you. “That sound should not come from your mouth unless it’s because of me.”
You gently smack his chest as you lift off of him, sighing at the loss of him inside you. Grabbing your panties, you awkwardly get them back on while Chenle situates himself back into his pants.
“Look at you, jealous over ice cream.” You giggle, climbing back into the front seat.
“Wow, really?” He feigns surprise. “You don’t want to hang out back here with me for a little bit?”
“Considering the mess between my legs, I think we should go home.” You give him a stern look, and a proud smile spreads across his face.
“My favorite kind of mess.”
“Ew, you’re gross.” You point to the front seat. “Now drive us home so you can clean it up.”
“Yep, move over.”
As he settles, he glances over at you.
“Love you.” He beams, starting the car.
You roll your eyes, biting back a grin of your own. “Love you, too, loser. Drive.”
#nct#nct dream#nct imagines#nct dream smut#nct scenarios#chenle#zhong chenle#nct chenle#kpop imagines#kpop smut#chenle imagine#chenle smut#chenle fluff#chenle x reader
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Pedri smut?
unless he puts a label on it, he’s single. | pedri
summary: you make sure pedri is single.
warnings: allusions to cheating (not really), smut. read at your own risk.
listened to butakera by la joaqui, alan gomez, & el noba.
the three girls, isabel, maria, and bianca all stared at you in disbelief. they seemed as if someone had run over their pet by the looks they had on display. you weren’t quite sure why they were all shocked at your behavior, you were being perfectly reasonable.
“she’s our friend.” isabel tries to reason with you to leave pedri alone.
“no, she’s your friend. i barely even know the girl.” you argue back. “plus if they were even serious he wouldn’t be looking at me like that.”
it was common knowledge that pedri and sylvia, a random girl that had just moved to the city, had been talking for the past couple of days. she had managed to somehow enter your social circle and claimed that her and the canarian had hit it off instantly. you didn’t wanna sound like a pick me girl but you’d known the player since he arrived in barcelona and he had never really made it out of the talking stage.
“what about girl code?” maria chimed in.
“what girl code? they’re barely even talking as it is. you saw him hook up with that girl gavi slept with the week before!” you defended yourself.
“okay but you saw her story she was at his apartment two days ago. you need to respect their relationship.” bianca decided to argue against you this time.
“okay? i was at his house yesterday doesn’t mean anything. besides i’m just looking for a one night stand.” you drown your drink.
“okay. fine but if that girl never speaks to us again it’s on you.” isabel directed her voice at you.
“sure, whatever.” you reply.
not a lot of time goes by before you’re in a bathroom stall with pedri. he was quite easily persuaded and had instantly hit it off with you. gavi had laughed at your whole interaction since all of y’all had known each other for some years and he knew both of you were bound to hook up at some point.
“so, how are you and uh-” you feigned ignorance. “what’s her name i can’t remember?”
“sylvia?” he asks.
“yeah! her. sorry just think the alcohol is getting to me.” you lied.
“why do you wanna know about her, right now?” he insinuates to the comprising situation you’re in. “you jealous?”
“i don’t really have anything to be jealous about, we’re just friends.” you reply. “besides i don’t wanna make out with somebody who’s in a relationship.”
he laughs. you realize you really like his dimples.
“no, i told her from the beginning that i didn’t want anything serious.” he explains. “i also kinda have my eyes set on somebody else right now.”
he places his hand on your thigh and he slowly starts moving it up your leg. he gets dangerously close to your core before pausing. he looks you in the eye and you know he’s asking for consent.
“fuck me.” is all you could muster out and he just smirks before continuing his actions.
he manages to move your panties to the side to give him better access. you brace yourself but find that he pauses once again. you also realize that he thinks too much for his own good.
he drags two of his fingers to your mouth.
“open up.” and you do. you lick his fingers as soon as he places them in your mouth.
he doesn’t hesitate before he brings them back down to your core. this time he doesn’t pause again but instead he inserts both of his fingers inside of you. you immediately moan out, mentally thanking the dj for having the music on maximum volume. his fingers feel so good inside of you, you wonder why you didn’t approach him earlier.
he gets closer to your body and starts leaving kisses on your shoulder and in return you give him better access to your neck. you try your best to muffle your moans but the pleasure is too intense and soon pedri places his thumb on your folds, rubbing them. you’re sure you’re about to cum but almost immediately the door to the bathroom bursts open.
“he’s such a dick, he promised to take me home tonight and he’s not even here.” you recognize sylvia’s voice almost immediately.
you expect pedri to stop but he does the complete opposite he adds in another finger to which you respond by clinging harder onto his forearm. almost immediately he also places the palm of his free arm over your mouth to silence your moans.
“keep quiet.” he whispers into your ear.
“maybe he had somewhere to go?” isabel responds.
you just wished they would leave the bathroom soon. pedri was working your pussy too well and you were bound to cum soon. that man was talented on and off the field it was insane. not to mention the wet kisses and hickeys he was placing on your shoulder were driving you insane, he truly was the whole package.
“no. i think it has to do with the other day.” sylvia’s voice flattens. “he practically ended our relationship.”
you can’t help but clench harder around his fingers at her comment. it felt so satisfying. although, pedri can’t help but notice you squeezing harder around his fingers.
“i think you were a bit jealous.” he whispers against your ear.
you can’t help but come at the sound of his seductive voice. you pant against his hand hoping the girls don’t hear you. pedri slowly removes his two fingers and drags them to your mouth. you don’t know why you immediately open your mouth, maybe it’s because you’re fucked out of your mind, but regardless you suck his fingers tasting yourself. he then brings his fingers to his own mouth sucking on them himself and you’re about to go insane just looking at him.
“hey, i think i left my phone back at our table. can you guys come help me look for it?” and the four girls leave.
“fucking hell.” you drag your dress down and head for the door of the stall you’re in before pedri stops you.
“whoa. this isn’t a one time thing is it?” you’re confused.
“uhm, i thought it was?” you explain.
“what? i thought it was obvious that these last two years i liked you the whole time?” now you were completely lost.
“what the hell are you talking about?” you ask.
“my talking stages haven’t worked out because i can only think about you. you cloud my mind all the time.” he confesses.
“pedri-”
“no. please, let me take you out on a date?” he pleads. “next week after my game?”
“i’ll see you next week then.” you kiss his cheek and walk away.
#i cannot write established relationships for the life of me#pedri gonzalez#pedri#pedri smut#football smut#football imagine#ash writes#request
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Will confessed his feelings to Mike. Mike liked this.
He didn’t show it, but the idea of Will liking him, loving him made his stomach twist and his heart skip a beat. All those longing stares, those lingering embraces, they made so much sense now. Mike felt like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was Will standing before him in the pouring rain giving his heart to Mike. Mike took it, held it, put it in a box for safe keeping. But he wasn’t quite ready to give his own to Will. He didn’t even know how, didn’t know where to begin.
They’re closer than ever now, if that’s even possible. Will was afraid he’d somehow make things weird between them, but Mike assured him, repeatedly, that would never happen. Ever. He became even more protective, even more possessive of Will. He was Mike's, love and all.
Things went back to normal, save for the fact that Mike is having a hard time ignoring his own butterflies, let alone Will’s. They were sitting on Mike's bed reading comics and laughing when they caught each other's gaze. Will looked away first, but not fast enough to avoid blushing. Mike swallowed, biting back a smile and nearly failing.
Will was staying over that night. He offered to sleep on the floor, so as not to make Mike uncomfortable, but Mike wouldn't have it. So, they brushed their teeth, said goodnight to Ted and Karen, and got ready for bed. Mike briefly thought about how if Will was a girl, they would have told him to leave the door open a few inches. He liked how clueless they were.
"G'night, Will."
"G'night, Mike"
Neither of them fell asleep very fast. Once they settled in, the silence fell on them hard. Will was facing the wall, and Mike was staring at the ceiling fan. His mind felt like those whooshing blades, swirling around and around until they blur. His fingers rested on his stomach were restless, fidgeting desperately just as his mind tried to make sense of his heart.
He wanted to say so many things, ask so many things. Deep down, he wanted more, but Mike didn’t know what to do with it. He barely even understood it as the desire it was. It was like someone pleading for help in another language. They’re so desperate and afraid, but he can’t help unless he knows what they need.
Luckily, Mike started to drift before he could ask.
When he woke up, an arm was draped across his chest. In the few seconds before he realized whose arm it was, he held his breath. Then he realized it was Will’s and let it go, smiling and closing his eyes again.
Then his eyes burst open once he realized he liked how it felt.
Panicking, Mike slid out of bed as quickly and quietly as he possibly could, but he knew Will was a notoriously light sleeper.
“Mike?”
He froze. “Sorry, just–going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep.”
Will laid back down as Mike rushed to the bathroom, locking the door.
Mike splashed cold water on his face until he was shivering. There was no way he could just get back into bed with Will. But nobody else in the house was awake yet, not even Ted who could wake up at the sound of a pin dropping outside.
He didn’t know why he liked it. He didn’t like it! It was just unexpected. It’s not a big deal. Mike just needs to calm down, and go back to sleep, because there’s no reason why that would be weird.
Will was facing away from him when he got back into bed.
“Mike?”
There was absolutely no reason Mike's heart should be racing this early in the morning.
“Yeah?”
Will’s voice was almost too soft to hear. “Are you sure this isn’t weird?”
“Of course not! Why would it be weird?”
Will turned to face him. “I didn’t mean to cuddle you. I know you’re not…”
The shame in Will’s voice made Mike’s heart break.
“It’s… it’s okay. I don’t mind, really.”
Will sniffled. “You’re sure?”
“Yeah! I mean, we used to cuddle all the time as kids. Why does it have to be different now?”
“Mike—”
“Look. I don’t care about any of that. You’re still my best friend, okay? No matter what.”
A look of sadness, relief, and hope washed over Will’s face all at once.
“Okay.”
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Please let me know what you think of this first chapter/section of my byler fanfic!! The premise is that Mike discovers his feelings for Will after Will confesses his. I'm not very good at plots, but I am good at writing about feelings!! Also if you have any suggestions or ideas let me know and I will credit you when I post it to ao3
#byler#fanfic#byler fic#will byers#mike wheeler#fellas is it gay to yearn for your homies tender embrace?
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Sneak peek :)
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“I think he’d really like you. Maybe not a first; at first, he might have a hard time. I mean, you being the one that managed to scoop up his baby girl and take her all the way to the other side of the world in a quest to make an honest woman out of her.”
He grins. “That’s one way of putting it.”
“But he would have warmed up to you. Eventually. Not sure how he would have felt about the mercenary thing…”
“That might have been something to keep quiet. Spare him from having a heart attack. Your mother, on the other hand…”
“She has been leaving me all kinds of messages; voice mails, texts, emails, even. She is not buying the whole ‘meeting someone on a business trip and deciding to shack up with them’ story I handed her. I guess I’ve underestimated her; she IS smart enough to put the pieces together.”
“You’ll have to talk to her sooner or later.”
“Can I choose later?”
“Not unless you want her to keep calling and bugging the shit out of you.”
“I just don’t know what to say. What more does she need to know? I met someone, and I’m not coming back to the States. It’s as simple as that.”
“As evil as she is, and I’m in no way on her side, I think you owe her more than that.”
“I can’t tell her how we met. I can’t tell her what I really did for a living. And I definitely can’t tell her that you’re a mercenary. Because that will go through the family like wildfire, and believe me, that is not drama either of us deserves to deal with.”
“I’m not a mercenary. Not anymore. I WAS one. Is there a reason you don’t want her to know that? Does it embarrass you, or are you ashamed of it or…?”
“Oh my god, no! No! It’s nothing like that. I’m neither of those. Not when it comes to you or what you do for a living. It has nothing to do with you and EVERYTHING to do with her. She will raise hell. And then she’ll get my brothers involved and…”
“What can they do? They’re in Colorado. We’re in Austria. It’s not like they’re going to show up on our doorstep.”
“I just know what she’s like. How she blows things way out of proportion. And right now? I just do NOT want to deal with her shit. I don’t want her causing issues and then having it trickle all the way here and cause problems with us. That’s all I’m concerned about. You and me. And this happy little bubble with locked ourselves into. Can’t we at least try and keep it intact?”
“You’re going to have to tell her sooner or later. The WHOLE truth. Because it’s going to get it one way or another, and I just think it’s better if you’re the one that tells her. She’d lose it more if she found out from someone else.”
“She’s just so evil. And if you never meet you, trust me, it’s for the best. You don’t deserve to put up with her shit.”
“How worse could it get? She already hates me, doesn’t she?”
“She doesn’t even know you.”
“I’m the one that stole her little girl away. By gunpoint, if you go by her reaction. She probably thinks I’m holding you hostage. That I don’t let you leave the house. Or…in your case… answer the phone.”
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idk if anyone has mentioned this before, sorry if you have i’m a new follower & i’m in the UK so idk what it’s like in other countries, but can we talk abt how for intense chronic pain the first thing out of a health professionals mouth is “just take ibuprofen/ paracetamol” or “have you tried ibuprofen/paracetamol”? like, i’ll actually lose my mind if i have to hear that from a health professional again. i have trigeminal neuralgia & that makes it IMPOSSIBLE for any pain medication to work unless it effects the nerves or specifically targets that - otc pain killers & even high dosages of opioids or morphine do not even touch the severe unpredictable pain i have to experience multiple times on a daily basis (so if it doesn’t work & does bad, why take it, right?). & yet every single time i need emergency assistance or pain relief for this horrendous pain i get “have you taken or tried ibuprofen / paracetamol?” & they get a shitty attitude with me when i say “no, because it doesn’t work”.
they act like people with chronic pain haven’t tried it ?? like erm yeah, because if ibuprofen & paracetamol worked then i wouldn’t be in severe pain all day every day, wouldn’t have to take multiple nerve medications of high dosages at specific times & permanently have to damage the nerves in my face via surgery just to get the pain to stop. if ibuprofen & paracetamol worked then i’d actually be able to leave the house, talk to people, move my face & eat without triggering intense, random pain that can last for days 🥴 it’s become a running gag unfortunately between me & my other friend with chronic pain because we’ve been asked that so much. like do they think we refuse it to make their job harder or what ???!!
@ health professionals i’m sure that if someone can’t take ibuprofen or paracetamol or is adamant against taking it then it’s for a reason .. if it doesn’t work, if it causes an allergy, if it’s bad for their body, anything. I know they’re meant to ask but they get this attitude like we’re ignorant / haven’t exhausted all of our options, I mean you’d think they’d know that, right .. ??? But nope lol, ibuprofen & paracetamol. Thanks im cured! 🙄 (whew .. sorry to rant in your inbox omg i wrote a lot but this absolutely makes me furious, my eyes roll so far back into my skull i can see the back of my head when i hear this & from what ive heard from others with chronic pain, at least in the UK it’s very common too ??? 🙁) ahh however .. thank you so much for spreading awareness about chronic pain & conditions, especially in younger people. They wanna act so bad like we aren’t there but I’m so sure that tons of younger people have chronic pain or conditions but just haven’t been diagnosed yet imo !!! You’re doing gods work by talking abt stuff like this & i hope you have a lovely day !!!! 💗
IM SAYING!!! i’m also in the uk and i’ve dealt with this, so have some of my friends. im sorry you have too.
my take is below the readmore.
i think there are multiple reasons for this fixation on paracetamol/ibuprofen so im just gonna ramble my understanding of the situation. a couple decades ago the NHS went all out trying to reverse the overprescription crisis of drugs like opioids/sedatives by creating newly strict prescribing rules, particularly for young patients. this, on top of the increasing mismanagement & limitations in the providing of other NHS services, means that some doctors end up posing paracetamol as a cure-all even when other drugs or tests or physio are needed because they can’t really offer anything else. obviously there’s also patterns of health professionals minimising patients’ pain, reframing pain as a willpower or solely mental issue, and underestimating the damage that constant pain can do to someone’s body and psyche. also statistically, the pain levels of certain groups (people of colour, afabs, women, fat people, etc) are widely minimised by medical professionals. if they don’t believe your pain is real, they won’t wanna give you strong meds for it
also this is conjecture but i’ve gathered that a uk doctor’s record looks bad if they prescribe things to youths (regardless of need!!) and their record looks good if their patients can be ‘adequately treated’ with ibuprofen or para. more than one nhs doctor has implied to me that this is how their job works. i think it’s inexcusable that people’s pain is being dismissed but i can see why uk professionals end up with that mindset. a huge combo of factors made things this way. but sadly we as patients don’t know why we’re being brushed off, and the only explanation we can find is that our pain & our point of view are worthless. which is not cool lol
it’s so weird. like i’ve been on prescribed opioids for years because over the counter painkillers never worked on my body but professionals are STILL pushing them as if their only job is to cheerlead paracetamol. so I take para every day. but sometimes i take a break to see if it’s even doing anything and there’s zero difference. i’m only taking it because otherwise docs refuse tests and treatments. they will not test me for certain issues until i’ve demonstrated that i take paracetamol round the clock and it hasn’t helped. when i was a teen my family called 999 for me (my doc said to call an ambulance when i had the symptom i was having) but the operator didn’t want to send an ambulance until i’d taken paracetamol. HELLO? another flavour of this is that sometimes i’m vomiting so much for weeks on end that i can’t keep any pills down, and yet i get repeatedly and angrily asked “why haven’t you taken paracetamol?”... HELLO? i did take it but it came back up 40 times, along with all my other meds. idk what they want from me.
to the person who sent this ask and to anyone who relates, my heart is with you. it sucks so bad when no one will listen to your lived experiences. especialy when the cost is your health. pain relief for everyone!!! now!!
#please let me know if this post needs more warnings or content tags#negative#emeto tw#long post#medical#nhs#snark#answered#ok to rb#txt
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>At the Broodals' house<
Rango: “Hello...?”
Iggy: “Rango. Are you free today?”
Rango: “Like... Free for a date?”
Iggy: “Yeah.”
Rango: “Um... I dunno...”
Iggy: “Please? This is... Important. There's something I need to talk to you about...”
Rango: “............ Oh, who am I kidding—Of course!!! I always have time for you, Luv!”
Iggy: “Great... See you later.”
>Later that day, at the mall<
Rango: “… So… Um……” *Doesn’t know what to do or say*
Iggy: *Sighs* “Rango, look… I… It has come to my attention that… I haven’t been treating you with the best of respect… At any point in this relationship…”
Rango: “What…?”
Iggy: “I’m sure you know what I’m talking about… I’ve been an absolutely horrible boyfriend… I don’t deserve someone as loving and nice as you… I really should have never asked you out in the first place… All these months have just been a big waste of your time and energy… I’m like a parasite…!! Sucking up everything out of you and giving you nothing in return!!”
Rango: “What??”
Iggy: “And I didn’t even realize it!! Everyone ELSE had to tell me! And now that I see it, I realize… Just how… AWFUL of a person I am…! And… And I feel awful, too! I wish I knew how to fix things, but…”
Rango: “Luv…”
Iggy: “I don’t know how… I don’t think I could ever fix myself… But I don’t want you to keep suffering, so… The only way I know how to possibly repair this is-”
Rango: “Please don’t say what I think you’re about to say…”
Iggy: “I’m breaking up with you.”
Rango: “………………” *Squeak*
Iggy: “I know, it’s really hard to hear that, but the truth is… I don’t think I love you nearly as much as you do me… And that isn’t fair to you at all. Not even counting all the things I’ve done… You’d be better off with someone—ANYONE else. So… I want you to go out and find someone who will truly make you feel like the special man that you are!! Someone who won’t make you feel as worthless as I did…”
Rango: “I-Iggy, n-no…”
Iggy: “This is better for you, you know…! Even being lonely and single is probably much better than being with me!! Addition by subtraction, am I right? Eh??” *Nudges Rango’s shoulder*
Rango: *Silence*
Iggy: “… Oh, come on, don’t give me that look… You can’t tell me you enjoyed that shit show!!”
Rango: “Yes, I did!! Well… No… I… I don’t know…… But I don’t want you to leave me!! Iggy, I love you!!!”
Iggy: “I know…! I love you, too… But like I said, I don’t love you enough… And I’m just, not a good person to date… There’s probably a reason that you’re my first ever “real” boyfriend…... I've been harming you!! Unintentionally... But still—Not healthy!! We can't stay together!!”
Rango: *Starting to cry*
Iggy: “…” (Oh shit what do I do what do I do what do I do Iggy do SOMETHING-) “… Well, now that I’ve said what I needed to say, I should probably leave…” (NO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING-)
Rango: *Sobbing*
Iggy: “…… Unless…? Do you… Um… Want to… I dunno… Hug?? Or go on one final date or something…?”
Rango: “No… J-Just go… You’ve p-practically already l-left…”
Iggy: “… If you say so…… OH—One more thing!”
Rango: :'(
Iggy: “Luddy told me… That after I broke up with you… To give you this…” *Hands Rango a slip of paper* “No clue what it is… Looks like a phone number or something… I dunno… Um… Anyways… Have a nice life, Rango! I really hope… Things get better for you…” *Walks away*
Rango: “………”
Spewart: “............” *Puts the phone on mute*
Hariet: “I'll go bake a cake to celebrate!!” *Runs off*
Topper: “Damn, where is that fucking confetti when we need it??” *Goes to find it*
Spewart: *Unmutes* “... Absolutely, I’ll be right there! Don’t worry!!”
Rango: “... No thanks... I-I appreciate the thought, y-you guys, but I think I'd r-rather spend some time a-alone right now...”
Spewart: “Oh. Well, if you need anything, just come get us, okay? We'll take care of anything you need.”
Rango: “A-Alright...” *Walks to his room*
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Hi not a prompt, but i love your writing soo soo much! I wanted to know what are your headcanons for malec and the SH universe in general. Also have you read the books?
oooh okay so i loved this ask and here we go. it's a bit long jsyk
Oh wow, okay. My headcanons for malec. This might get a bit long and it’s not going to look pretty so please bear with me because I don’t have the time to make it look nice though I’ll do that eventually.
So first things, individually.
I think alec is autistic and demi-sexual and I pretty much write that into my fics. I also am pretty hardcore in the belief that malec are soulmates and that’s often written into my work/implied/referenced oh, and he’s a slytherin
Magnus I headcanon as adhd and a ravenclaw because while he’s ambitious, his interest in knowledge and learning and inventing (he created the portal and worked with a shadowhunter to do it) is one of his biggest traits and also, you can’t tell me that one of the signs of an adhd warlock wouldn’t be them just tossing things into the void because object permanence and realizing three centuries later that was one of their favorite cups and they miss it. Or even ‘oops, that’s where that spell book went. Got distracted’. (saeth adhd and let me tell you if they had magic. This would be them. Half the things in the house would be tossed into the void BECAUSE THEY DO THAT WITHOUT MAGIC and I am projecting lol) anyway ravenclaw because I feel like magnus just really loves learning and knowing things tbh. Team immortal is there no matter how dark magnus is and they support him through everything unless they’re dead and I don’t normally write that they’re both gone, if even one of them is.
I don’t think I could write a universe where Alec hated Magnus, not after meeting him. There’s something about Magnus that calls to Alec instinctively, in a primal way and Alec is kind of helpless to resist it and more than that, he usually doesn’t want to. It takes more effort for him to ignore and avoid magnus, than it does to give in. The same for magnus, though he tries better to hide it.
Magnus is the more wary of the two tbh, once alec falls he falls. Once he takes that first step and kisses magnus, there is no turning back for alec and that’s pretty overwhelming for him. Also this is just the way alec is wired and how he loves. He’d rather make sacrifices and cut out other things than lose magnus and he often struggles with what he wants and what he feels he needs to do. Because alec is used to sacrificing what he wants and loves so a part of him probably always feels like he shouldn’t be allowed to keep magnus. Which is why its so important that he’s kept, because the choice is out of his hands and he no longer has to battle against himself and the brainwashing that was beat into him.
Letting magnus keep him is probably the most selfish thing Alec ever does and it’s also the best thing for himself.
In my fics where they’re already established relationship, i often skipped the parts where magnus has lowered his guard enough to let alec in and fully let himself love him. Like magnus is already gone before alec ever kisses him in canon but he’s in denial and trying to protect himself. They fall near the same time but they’re both in denial for different reasons.
In soulmate au’s and fics like Elysium’s Tears, there are often outside factors that let Alec slip past Magnus’ boundary guard. In the fics that there aren’t those factors, Magnus normally finds a way to bind alec to him and keep him. Because magnus is too protective of his own heart to let alec in when there is a risk he could leave.
And alec is, as I mentioned. Very happy to be kept.
In most of my fics, alec stays on as hoti and tbh, magnus adores his competent shadowhunter but he’d much rather someone else deal with the drudgery and alec just supervise them. Which is why magnus is very invested in mirai’s health in a lot of my fics.
I write competent shadowhunters and warlocks btw.
Who use common sense because they’re militaristic but they’re not soldiers. They’re hunters and they need to have instincts and be able to think for themselves when their leader is unavailable and they are tracking prey or being tracked.
And I write warlocks as if they, you know, actually live in a world that had a genocide happen 20 years ago. Wary, battle worn and with a lot of defensive magic and jewelry. Because that shit doesn’t fade, especially when you’re already long lived and weary.
I write malec as Dom/Magnus and Sub/Alec because that’s my headcanon and I don’t plan on changing that. That’s just how my thoughts of their dynamic works and even when it’s not explicit, it’s how I tend to write things. I don’t want to get into it because it often gets gross, but I’ll say I don’t think dom = top or sub = bottom. Its just sex and scenes and the enjoyment they derive from it and how I end up writing is often based on what kind of intimacy I’m trying to convey.
Excerpt from ‘an extension of you’s notes on ao3:
also i will not write my characters being transphobic (unless it's a rare occasion i want to write asshole about to get curb stomped and crushed and even then that’s rare because i normally don’t want to write about it). Alec has had a lot of conversations about genitalia and gender with magnus and it took a while but he figured it out because honestly, alec had never given it much thought before. if a guy had been giving birth, alec would have still been just as horrified by the vaginal fluid. the same way he was horrified to be propositioned by a woman, even if she had a cock. it just, his brain does not compute. cat is pleasantly surprised btw, because of how rampant all the prejudice-phobias are in shadowhunter culture.
alec is demi-sexual coded in a lot of my fics because i headcanon that and i am also repulsed by genital and birthing fluids.
alec: my boyfriend is my boyfriend regardless of whats in his pants. and if i end up not liking it we'll just do other things for as long as he wants, because it's his body and he gets what he desires in his pants.
magnus: i desire you in my pants
alec: magnus this is supposed to be serious
magnus: im always serious about wanting you
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I headcanon that alec loves strawberries and raspberries and has terrible eating habits because of how he was raised and trained. And that magnus wants to pamper alec in every way he can with decadence. Alec likes the fruitier/tart drinks and avoids gin and vermouth and he loves champagne and once he gets used to the burn, whiskey. Beer is a hit or miss and he’s not fond of ipas.
Magnus doesn’t necessarily change alec’s style, but he does change his wardrobe. Switching it out for softer clothing and nicer textures, more protective features. Sometimes alec feels adventurous and he’s always allowed to browse magnus’ closet but magnus doesn’t push him unless they’re going out and alec’s exasperatedly fine with magnus coordinating their outfits. He’s hopelessly endeared by it actually.
Alec likes watching magnus enjoy himself and magnus enjoys alec watching him and they both are winning but they both think it’s for the wrong thing. Alec thinks magnus enjoys the shopping and magnus thinks alec likes watching him try on things. Which I mean is a perk, for alec, but not the draw.
There is just a lot of mutual adoration from the two tbh. Alec is touch starved and Magnus is hungry to touch and be touched and alec is shocked that he’s allowed to touch and delighted by it.
And appreciated. Alec isn’t used to being appreciated and magnus is very appreciative and in the same turn, magnus isn’t used to being worshiped and alec worships him
Magnus loves confident alec btw, he just also likes turning confident alec into a blushing mess because alec is: heart eyes motherfucker
I think the reason I sometimes say I write soft/dark and soft/horror is because there’s never really a universe where alec isn’t mesmerized by magnus and magnus isn’t entranced in return. So there’s always this element of longing/wonder between them, even in the darker of verses. It’s really hard to not have those parts when it’s just so intrinsic to them and it’s why even in something like kiss with a fist, I’ve been told the ending is very soft.
Also I have not read the books, but saeth has and so they tell me information from it when I need it and I do incorporate small details that they share.
and alec will always end up immortal in my verses even if it's not stated.
Putting this on here with a link since I don’t want to overload the page:
okay so yeah, i hope you like this insight?
<3 lumine
#lumine talks to ppl#lumine answers asks#writing wednesday answers#malec#shadowhunters#lumines meta abyss
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I really wish the Fire writers weren’t so terrible. I totally believe it’s in character for Brett to want to adopt considering she sees herself in that baby. But I also think her anger spiral with Adler wasn’t just about her screw up. I stopped watching after 11x03 (will never forgive them for killing Hawkins off), but I didn’t read anything that said Brett was acting like she did in 11x20. I know Sylvie Brett Two Ts has made appearances but it’s been a while. Was the last time when Foster was pushing her boundaries in season 8 with trying to override Brett’s decisions as the PIC? Anyway, after Casey came back to town in 11x18 she seems all out of sorts. More easily annoyed (with Dylan), more easily angered (with Adler and even Boden slightly), and almost unsure? No one in the firehouse has noticed, outside of Violet and even then she didn’t seem to get exactly why Brett has not seemed like her normal self. Violet knew when Brett was acting down and out at the end of season 9 that is was because of Casey. In my opinion, this is exactly what’s going on right now. Casey returned with no notice and completely shattered Brett’s illusions of moving on. She’s obviously still trying to force herself to move on with Dylan, though I do believe the beginning of the end of that started in 11x21. She knows the relationship isn’t right because she waited so long to tell him about her wanting to adopt the baby, and didn’t ask him how he felt about it. I also think she doesn’t want him involved at all, even if he wanted to be. Like I said before, it’s totally in character for her to want to adopt, dating back to season 4, but this also feels a little like desperation to fill that hole Casey left. Those hopes to be with him and probably have a family. If she can’t have Casey, at least she can have someone to love and care for. She still thinks he moved on and is in a serious relationship. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that’s she jumping into this so fast, and strongly, after that. The storyline doesn’t seem so out of the blue when you look at it from that angle. I don’t know about anyone else, but it feels obvious to me and I’m really mad at how the female friendships have been written this season because neither Violet nor Kidd has noticed. When was the last time Brett and Kidd even had a scene together like they used to have when Foster was around? Then to have Violet pushing Brett to Dylan constantly even though it’s obvious Brett is not comfortable with it. What the fuck is up with that? Unless it has something to do with him being Hawkins’ friend? But Violet is more levelheaded than that. I don’t think she’d try to live out her relationship with Hawkins via Brett and Dylan. Grief is obviously different for everyone, but no.
How does Casey tie into this storyline in the finale? The only thing that makes sense right now is Brett leaving 51. I don’t think she’ll up and go to Portland because of Casey’s talk with Boden about coming back to Chicago. I’m not one to believe Jesse is coming back fulltime, I think if anything he’ll maybe do two episodes or so a season if there’s a reason (like the task force storyline or even coming back for Brett, hint hint wink wink nudge nudge) like he’s stated before. My theory is she takes a step back from being a paramedic and maybe only takes on paramedicine duties (due to her conversation with the foster parents about timing). I was originally thinking a job promotion, but that’s never even been hinted at. I don’t think Brett would want to be behind a desk anyway. Matt comes back to Chicago as a Captain at another house or maybe even as a Battalion Chief. This gives both Kara and Jesse the option of popping in when they feel like it and when the storyline calls for it. Kara’s contract is probably on the more expensive side so this would also be in line with the budget cuts Dick Wolf shows will be going through next season. I know some have theorized that Brettsey will be the cliffhanger or even Matt in danger with the task force storyline, but that makes no sense unless Jesse is definitely coming back for at least 12x01. Which I get the feeling he isn’t, otherwise this adoption storyline wouldn’t feel so rushed. I feel like another storyline would be used to get Brett and Casey back together anyway, if that were the case. If Casey really is proposing like it seems like (and we’re clowns so can we really trust ourselves with that speculation?) it gives Brettsey another reason to slow down in their careers and not be at 51 anymore. That could also be the move Jesse was talking about in interviews for Casey to get Brett back. There’s also Kara’s hint at the last OC Day about a ring, etc etc..
This is Chicago Fire though. I don’t know if I’ve ever been remotely close to figuring out where a storyline like this is going. For all I know they’re baiting us one final time because we’re so easily conned. For example: me making this long ass post about a show I swore to never watch again after Brettsey broke up and Evan Hawkins died.
Thoughts? Opinions? Indulge in my crazy because this is driving me insane.
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Hey! Maybe it’s a long shot but if you’re still taking fic prompts, could you do one of dasey inspired by taylor swift’s “the great war”? Cause I read the one you wrote inspired on “you are in love” and loved it so much!!
It took a minute but I did it!! I hope you like this ficlet I just dashed off!
My hand was the one you reached for | Derek/Casey (mostly gen) | 810 words | rated g
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“Do you want to talk about it?”
It’s after midnight. Derek’s not really used to Casey peeking her head into his room at this time of night, and absolutely not when she’d been yelling at him just a couple hours ago. (He’d asked if Max made an effort to pretend like he listened when Casey talked or if he just ignored her—a serious question, and not his fault that Casey took it so personally.)
“No,” he answers, without looking up from the textbook on his lap. He hasn’t managed to read past the first sentence in the last hour since he announced that he needed to go do homework, which had elicited a genuine gasp from Nora.
“It might help if we talk about it,” Casey continues, taking a tentative step into the room.
“It won’t. You can close the door on your way out.”
“Der-ek,” she says softly, not moving to leave.
He sighs and rubs a palm over his face. She won’t leave unless he gives her a reason to. Annoying. “My mom is like this, okay? I don’t need to talk about it.”
Casey does close his door, now, but she’s on the wrong side of it. He wants to get up and push her out of the room, but he doesn’t really have the energy and when she’s hellbent on “family bonding,” he has to be a lot meaner than usual to battle her off. Maybe he should be ashamed of himself for letting her win this one. It happens way too often these days.
She doesn’t say anything though. She straightens her shoulders and then crosses the room to sit herself primly on the end of his bed. She doesn’t look at him or speak, and a strange sense of—something spreads through him. Relief? Affection? No way, definitely not.
But it’s weirdly nice to no longer be alone.
When she speaks, she doesn’t push him to open up like she expects. Instead she twists one hand around the other, her eyes focused somewhere above his computer.
“My dad is seeing someone,” she says.
“Oh,” Derek says, not sure what else to say.
She glances over at him, her chin jutting out in a weird way that suggests she’s fighting off tears. This normally bothers him but this time he holds still, waiting for whatever she’ll say next.
“It’s—fine, I guess. He just told me and Lizzie,” she continues. “I found out the woman he’s seeing has two kids around our age.”
“Ouch,” Derek says, suddenly understanding. He waits for Casey to get mad at him, but she gives a weak smile and shrugs.
“Yeah,” she says very softly. “I just keep wondering if…”
She trails off and doesn’t finish, but he hears her thoughts in the silence. It’s the same thing with his mom—after months of planning for him to go to Mexico with her over the summer, she pulls the plug like it’s no big deal. He’s been saving for it, and worse, he actually wanted it. His fault. He should have known better.
“I don’t think Nora would have been happy in New York,” he says.
“No,” Casey agrees. “But still.”
He doesn’t say anything, trying to imagine the McDonald nuclear family living in some high-rise apartment. He can’t quite picture it—can’t picture this house without them, can’t picture living here without Casey anymore. He’s imagined that reality so many times that he doesn’t know how to feel to discover he can’t imagine it in this moment, like the other was just a daydream but this, a real alternate reality they might have had, feels impossible.
“So that’s what’s going on with me,” Casey says. She looks at him, her eyes luminous. “You okay?”
“I’m good,” he answers—quickly, but without malice.
He watches her contemplate something for a moment, chewing at her bottom lip, and then she seems to make up her mind and reaches out for his hand currently holding the textbook. Maybe she just intended to pat his hand or something, but instead she sort of clutches at his fist. He doesn’t know if he should let go of the book to hold her hand or—what, but now they’re both looking at her hand over his.
And in a split second, he once again wishes the McDonalds did not live in his house.
“Um,” Casey says. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and, um—” She pats his hand a couple times, neither of them daring to look at each other. “And, yeah.”
She gets up and leaves in a hurry, giving him just a glimpse of her flushed face before the door closes behind her with a soft click.
Derek leans his head back against his headboard and closes his eyes. There was more than one reason he’d wanted to get out of the house for the summer.
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𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 (𝘒𝘪𝘯)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌:
@somethingblu3 said that they wanted to see more Jimmy fanfics and I agree so here’s a little Jimmy one shot, I hope you enjoy and please let me know your thoughts in the comments ~Jess
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:
in which, loving someone you can’t have means moving away to get away from him and the Kinsella family (inspired by the song ‘See You Later’ by Alexander 23)
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:
I admit that I was surprised when Amanda told me that Jimmy decided to throw a going away party for me, little does they know that I’m only moving so I don’t have to look at them anymore.
But here I am, getting ready for this party,
I look at myself in the mirror as I brush my hair and all I could see was sadness in my eyes, I look away and I tell myself that for tonight, I had to seem really happy.
I walk back into my bedroom to put my jewellery on so I put on a pearl necklace and bracelet, then I throw on my leather jacket, “Thank God, I’m finally ready” I say to myself even though I was running a bit late as I usually am unless I’m doing a job for the Kinsella family for those I’m always early.
I lock my house and then I walk across the road to Amanda and Jimmy’s home, I knock on the front door.
I see someone coming to answer it through the door, it was Nikita, she greets me with a hug
“How are you?” Nikita asks me
“I’m good, a bit upset about leaving tomorrow”
I walk through Amanda and Jimmy’s house and into the kitchen, there’s a big cheer when they see me standing in the doorway
“Come in, there’s a seat in the middle for you” Jimmy ushers with a soft smile, I sit down and Birdy hands me a glass of champagne across the table
“Thanks” I reply, and Birdy speaks up
“It’s so sad to see you go pet especially after everything you’ve done for us, with the jobs and all”
I sigh as I notice Amanda and Jimmy being all loved up at the end of the table, I like everyone else but they’re the reason why I’m leaving.
“Yeah but I think it’s about time, I’ve had enough of this whole gangster lifestyle”
Anthony gives me a confused look,
“How could you not like this lifestyle?”
“I mean you either end up in jail, on the run or in a grave so I’d much rather live my life freely without all that”
“That makes sense”
Then Michael turns to me,
“Where are you going again?” He questions,
“Rome in Italy” I respond excitedly which gains Amanda and Jimmy’s attention
“It’s very hot there and I mean, do you even know Italian?” Amanda asks me
“I know and yeah I learnt it in school,
I’m fluent in Italian” and then Jimmy speaks up
“Isn’t that where you went on holiday in the Summer?”
“Yeah it sure is, I loved it and I’ve met a guy from there so I want to see how that goes” I reply and I see Jimmy clench his jaw in annoyance or was it jealousy?
“Ooh what does he look like?” Nikita asks me
“Of course you’d wanna see that Nikki!” Viking rolls his eyes and I get a photo from my phone, I turn it around and Nikita gasps
“Oh my god, he’s gorgeous!”
A few hours later and I say goodbye to everyone,
I’m feeling quite emotional so a few tears roll down my face, Birdy hugs me tightly
“Don’t be crying pet, we’ll see you tomorrow morning for a proper goodbye”
They all begin to walk to their houses but Jimmy stays outside with me, I smoke one of my cigarettes and I offer him one, he takes it.
“I wish that you didn’t have to leave, you’re good company” he tells me,
“Yeah I don’t really wanna leave either but I want a few start away from Dublin and it’s gangland shite”
“I understand that, I think a lot of us want out of it”
I feel myself crying again, Jimmy notices and hands me a tissue
“Thank you” I reply and I wipe away my tears
“You know I would leave Amanda for you”
My heart skips a beat and I look up at him,
“You wouldn’t do that, you’d be too scared to leave her” I say coldly
“Too scared? Really? I’m scared of no one here”
“Yeah I’m sure you are” I respond with sarcasm in my voice
“Anyways I want someone who won’t treat me as their backup, their number two, I can’t do that with you anymore Jimmy, it hurts me and I’m sure that it would hurt Amanda even more”
“Please I’m begging you, I promise you that I would definitely leave her”
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴇ
ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ
ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ
'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʜᴇʀ
sᴏ, ɪ sᴀʏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ
“See you later” was all I said and I walk back across the road to my house.
#kin rte#kin bbc#emmett j scanlan#jimmy kinsella#jimmy kinsella x reader#jimmy kinsella x you#jimmy kinsella angst
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Chapter 41 of Good Investment is now up on my Patreon!
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Adri Schvaneveldt has always felt split between two worlds. In one world, they are the adopted child of a large and conservative Mormon family. In another, she is the CEO of a burgeoning fashion empire that pushes boundaries. But in order to be the latter, Adri first has to find the funding. After gaining a hefty following as a social media influencer/model, Adri has the potential customers– if they can get a reliable production model pounded out. And that means a bit of groveling at the feet of investors, most of who have never even heard the term “non-binary”.
But Adri lucks out with Gideon Snow, whose youth and open mind bring much needed funds to make Adri’s dream of diverse, accessible fashion a reality. Of course, lifting a newborn company to its feet is no small task, and late nights drive Adri to occasional stays at Gideon’s nearby house, where their relationship begins stretching beyond business. Adri knows they can’t put an entire business venture at risk for the turbulent whims of their heart. But reason doesn’t always win out.
Excerpt:
“I’m not sure what we do about all of this,” Nandi said. “Do we just ride it out and hope Sofia learns to get a life? Calling the cops is out. So now what?”
“Don’t you have a restraining order?” Gideon asked Adri.
“Yeah, but enforcing it requires talking to the cops, which I don’t want to do.”
“What’s the point in having it then?”
“Because at the time I was desperate and I thought it would show Sofia I meant business. She did leave me alone for a few years after that.”
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, but I think in this instance, getting the cops involved might scare her off your trail for a while. I mean… she staked out my house, Adri. That’s pretty fucking deranged. I can handle most of the talking with the cops, since it’s my house. She did this to both of us.”
“He is a rich white man,” Nandi told Adri, then leaned back to let the waiter plunk her drink down in front of her. “Cops might actually listen to him.”
Adri looked between Adri and Gideon, unsure. Gideon didn’t want to pressure her into anything, but at the same time he wanted this Sofia bitch away from both of them. If she got a visit from the police, it might cool her off for a while, if nothing else.
“I can’t prove the photo online was one she took, or the DM. It’s only instinct from years of dealing with her.”
“The DM came from someone named Got You with Love and her damn initials. She’s not subtle.”
Adri took a drink to avoid a response. It may take a few more days of online abuse before Adri really caved on this, and Gideon was willing to wait, though the longer they waited, the more the police would question why they hadn’t done anything earlier. They tended to wave away any harassment unless they were literal death threats, and even then.
“There’s still the option of sending Jay out to beat her ass,” Nandi muttered as she sipped her drink.
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