#I hope you liked this meme though. I know you sent this ask last night but I wasn't at my computer and this was what -

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I would be verry excited to see an Alex Goth edit, but why does your heart hurt thinking about it? That concerns me（／_＼）

You must be new here 😂

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Hey there hope you’re doing well I don’t know if you’re still taking your requests at the moment. But if you are here’s one I would like Some head canon for Azula shocking, I know and Mai Tylee and Suki With an OC who likes to sleep topless If you’re comfortable with that or interested

I'm so sorry! I thought I posted this 3 days ago and I check my account and notice it isn't there. I checked my drafts and saw it🤦🏽‍♀️. The gif of Suki I'm using is the only one with just her(no other characters in the picture), if anyone could find more with just her I'd be so thankful!!

Also does anyone know why when I press my stuff(my posts) tumblr says it doesn't exist. Yet I'll scroll down in my acc and find it. It's confusing and I'm going to have to fix a bunch of stuff because of it.

Ozai's Angel's + Suki

When fem!reader sleeps topless.

Azula

Y'all ever sent hat shocked pikachu meme? Yeah that's Azula the first time she sees you sleep topless.

I imagine it was your first night sleeping in the same bed, and you just threw your shirt off. No hesitation. Azula turned and just stared are your bare back. You still had pants/shorts on so she assumed you were going to change. Although in front of her? Really? So bold...

Instead when you turn towards the bed to lay down, you hear the loudest little squeak! It's probably one of the only times Azula will ever act like that. It's just so surprising that you'd frivolously in front of her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You would look over ins surprise and Azula would immediately turn around.

"Something wrong, zula?"

Azula will stomp her foot and turn back towards you, her eyes cast downwards. You didn't see anything wrong with your clothing choice seeing as you distinctly remember mentioning this to Azula multiple times before.

"You have no shirt and nothing to conceal your chest! Just what are you trying to do on our first night...disgusting!"

Of course Azula didn't mean that last part, but she said it anyway.

You just stared at her for a few moments and then laughed, if you're this far in the relationship(and it wasn't forced) you've learned Azula a lot better than most.

"I'm going to lay down, when you're comfortable: come join me?"

Just wait it out and within a few minutes you'll feel shuffling in the bed. Azula wont touch you in anyway, even to wake you up. The next few days will be her getting comfortable with sleeping next to you like this. Within a month(maybe longer if this is something that truly surprised her about you) she'll be spooning you and refusing to explain why. Don't ask either or she will stop.

Mai

The most calm about the entire situation. That doesn't mean Mai isn't surprised, she's the complete opposite in fact. Mai just doesn't show her emotions like others.

As you two were getting in bed after a long day of doing everything Azula wanted...and complaining about it when she wasn't listening. You and Mai just wanted to relax together.

It doesn't matter if it was the first time you slept together or if you simply always wore a shirt to make her comfortable. Either way Mai has to ensure she's in the right reality when you- in front of her and with no shame -begin to undress.

Mai is(despite popular belief) very awkward. Especially around the girl she's oh so in love with. Mai has, on multiple occasions, not said a single word to you for an entire day. Simply because you made her too 'flustered' to function and she was afraid that she might say something less than appropriate for the situation.

So Mai doesn't say anything. She stares, though. Her eyes don't leave you body the moment she notices what you're doing. It's already hard for her to look away when you have clothes on, but this?! You must be trying to kill her.

"Mai? Are you okay? I'm sorry should I put my shirt back on?"

That's about the only thing that will get her attention. Mai looks up at your face instead of your chest. It takes her a second to recognize your words. They turn her a slight pink, which she looks away as to not show you.

"No. It's fine. Warn me next time. . .please."

Mai has a tendency to make herself seem cold and distant for fear of hurting you. Unknowingly though, that's what ends up hurting you in the end.

You lay in the bed, turned away from Mai. You hear a slight rustle in the bed before a small voice speaks up. Not something you'd expect from her normally.

"I think you look pretty; I-I love you."

Your heart melts.

Ty Lee

A lil' NSFW

Ty Lee is the one who reacts the sweetest. I fully believe that Ty lee has seen some things from being in the circus and all. She doesn't react coldly like Mai nor is she embarrassed like Azula. Ty lee is simply happy her partner trusts her so much as to be naked around her.

You two had been sore from a long day and after bathing(separately) you headed to your room together. Ty lee sleeps in a loose shirt and shorts, she's very open with her body as long as it's her partner.

Truly, she flirts with others but you're her sun. The only person she would truly share her body with.

You take off your shirt with your back turned to Ty lee. Sometimes she wishes you would look at her when she undresses. It makes her feel better about her body, knowing her partner likes it.

Ty lee turns and sees you with no shirt. She just stares for a moment before turning back around, she assumed you were still changing and just waited a little longer.

"Uhm, are you done changing yet?"

You told her yes and she turned around. Nearly tripping over herself.

"Are you going to sleep without a shirt?!"

Ty lee barks out a bit of laughter with her words. She realized you were as soon as she said it. You smiled and simply nodded while Ty lee got a little closer to you. She enjoys your body, it's the most beautiful thing in the world to her. So it is incredibly hard for her to look away.

"You know I think you should sleep like this every night. You look. . .cute."

Ty lee pulls herself closer to you, your bodies press together. Your chests more specifically. Ty lee presses her lips to yours and you slowly lead eachother to the bed. Before you two find yourselves under the covers you hear her whisper.

"Your body's so beautiful; I'd like to see all of it."

Suki

I'm sorry if this isn't as accurate to Suki's character as you'd like!(I'm also sorry Suki's is shorter than the others)

Suki is definitely the most bashful, but in a way the least surprised. I'm more than sure she's seen her fair share of female bodies from the Kyoshi Warriors. The only difference is you're her partner, her one and only.

Suki is a very devoted lover, but(and were going off assumption) you're the first woman she's been with. So she feels safer than she would even wirh her closest friends.

As you two were heading in and getting the first bit of proper rest in a while. You didn't think about your sleeping conditions, you were just tired and uncomfortable in your own skin. As you take your shirt off you hear a loud, strangled cough behind you.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were going to change in front of me."

You laid down in the bed and turn towards Suki who looked away. She wasn't wearing her makeup, but she was still in her uniform.

"You should probably take that off. It'll be uncomfortable to sleep in."

Suki just stares at you dumbfounded, some days she wonders where her love for this idiot came from. Suki undresses, not fully knowing if you're watching or not. Her face reddening.

"Do you feel safe like that with me?"

Suki has been emotionally stunted due to her past. Many days, after meeting you, she felt like you'd find someone more devoted and leave.

That because she was a Kyoshi Warrior she wouldn't be able to fully love you.

You hum quietly, you're too tired to answer. Instead you slowly open your arms up from the bed. Suki gets in bed and snuggles into you. Her head pressing against your neck as she peppers kisses.

"I love you, you surprise me everyday."

No one in their right mind can tell me all of those girls don't have trauma. So I tried to sprinkle a little bit of that in there.

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Not sure if I'm supposed to keep this to just asking questions, but I needed to gush and I'm not good at ao3 comment etiquette.

I stumbled across TTB on complete accident after seeing this meme and picked it up just for the heck of it, and BOY WAS I IN FOR A HECK OF A RIDE(R. haha, get it?) OR WHAT? But I felt a little out of place and like an outsider because

I entered the Phandom for the first time exactly 31 days ago and my only knowledge comes from the >5 episodes I watched before I got bored and dropped it years ago (and promptly ejected from my brain), and then fanfiction I have been VIOLENTLY AND CONSISTANTLY CONSUMING LIKE A RABID VACUUM for the last month when I got interested in it again.

I had literally never heard of Alex Rider before this fic.

I like SCP, but all my knowledge comes from a podcast I listen to but they're going numerically and they've only gotten up to SCP-123, oh and and Markiplier.

THAT BEING SAID, I didn't need to worry because this is one of the best fics I've ever read. It has LITERALLY been keeping me up at night staring at the ceiling because I couldn't freaking stop thinking about it.

It stands out in a crowd, and out of the all MANY crossovers I've read in my time, TTB is one of, like, four fics that I can confidently say feel like their own original fiction, one cohesive world that's well blended, each media and character perfectly meshed and interacting with eachother and the lore like they always belonged together.

Deadass, I sent the fic to my sibling immediately after I finished it because I needed someone to scream about it to even though they understand even less of the source material than I, and we've decided to watch the Alex Rider show together and they told me "I'm going to be sad when we watch this and Danny isn't canon".

Fantastic work, massive kudos for making one of the best feels-like-it's-not-a-crossover crossovers. I was hooked by the first few paragraphs, so suspenseful, on the edge of my seat the entire time, and I lost so much sleep and sanity to this masterpiece. Y'all rock.

This ask is SO kind and amazing we all wanted to reply!!! Hope you don't mind!

KEI: omg!!!! this ask was such a delight to get. Ive read this over and over, youre so SO kind. I'm glad youve been able to enjoy TTB even not knowing things about AR or SCP. That was always our goal--we've even had people that know nothing about any of the fandoms read it and enjoy it! Dude. My MOM reads it and was upset when she caught up. I hope you don't still feel like an outsider bc we are SO happy youre here and clearly, anyone is welcome no matter where they're coming from as far as fandom knowledge goes <3 Thank you for reading and giving our niche as fuck crossover a shot !

KKACHI: i'm so glad chance brought you to our little corner of the internet! we're very proud we managed to conceive a seamless blend of the various canons. being sad that danny isn't canon is definitely an emotion we've also felt. please make sure you get enough sleep and we hope you enjoy the next update!!!

FIN: wahhhh!!! thank you so so much. i gotta ditto what the others have said - i'm so glad you can enjoy the fic no matter what. i'm also glad that it's inspired you to also check out some of this funky media very near and dear to our hearts (because of course it is because why else would we be this crazy if it wasn't)

also, i'm always honored and proud to write the kinda fics people lose sleep over KJDGFKJGS cuz god knows i love losing sleep over fics too <3

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Reading Meme

What’s up readers?! How about a little show and tell? Answer these 13 questions, tag 13 lucky readers and if you’re feeling extra bookish add a shelfie! Let’s Go!

Thank you so much for the tag, @round-hatches-are-terrifying! ❤

The last book I read

One of my coworkers has been bugging me to read Fourth Wing, which I did under duress when she asked to do a book trade. It was about as bad as expected, so I feel justified in holding off so long.

A book I recommend

As most of you know, I'm all about Murderbot!

A book I couldn’t put down

Most recently, that would be A Sorceress Comes to Call. I listened to the audiobook of it, and I seriously don't think I took my headphones off for more than five minutes at a time while I was in that book.

A book I've read twice (or more)

All Creatures Great and Small. Especially during the winter---it's such a great cozy read.

A book on my TBR

The Goblin Emperor has been on my list for a while now. I've heard so many good things about it! I'm hoping to start it this weekend, actually.

A book I've put down

How to Become a Dark Lord and Die Trying. I really liked the concept, but the tone annoyed me so badly I couldn't handle it.

A book on my wish list

I've been slowly buying the special edition hardcovers of the Discworld series (or at least, I WAS before bookdepository shut down 😭), so all of the remaining ones of those are still on my list.

A favorite book from childhood

I don't remember the exact titles of the installments, but I really loved The Three Investigators series as a kid. In some ways, it was the same basic concept as most kid detective series', but in others, it was bizarrely original.

A book you would give to a friend

That is heavily dependent on the friend because most of my friends don't share the same tastes in media. As previously mentioned, All Creatures Great and Small is usually a safe bet, though!

A book of poetry or lyrics that you own

I personally don't enjoy most poetry, so I don't really buy it.

A nonfiction book that you own

I have this one book for writers that's a collection of research questions sent in to a doctor by other writers and his answers about common medical tropes, realistic recovery from various common fictional injuries, etc. It's such a cool resource!

What are you currently reading

I just finished my current book last night, and I haven't started anything else yet. I'm thinking that'll be Goblin Emperor, though!

What are you planning on reading next

Probably Goblin Emperor!

tagging @jadefyre @ilovedthestars @opalescent-potato @the-grey-hunt (if you want to!) and anyone else who'd like to join in!

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Mother Figure

It brings me endless delight knowing that Ben Reilly in ATSV is voiced by the one and only Jake Peralta. This is part of my omegaverse AU but can be read independently, basically i just really wanted to do the dad meme from B99

(You can also read it on Ao3)

Summary:

“What?” Ben asked, “Why’s everyone looking at me?”

Jessica snickered and said, “You just called Miguel Mom. You said ‘thanks, Mom’.”

In truth, the Spider Society was a real sausage fest, not that Ben hadn’t dabbled in getting with another alpha in the past. But he wasn’t the first or the last to notice that a lot of spider-people tended to be alphas. Almost all of them. 

It could be considered a canon fact, if not for the only two omega spider-people in the entire multiverse. The new kid (if rumors were correct), and the big boss. And apparently the two of them got along well. Which was great. Great for Miguel specifically, who was probably secretly glad to have someone lacking the heady musk that alphas usually carried around. 

Not that Ben thought there was anything wrong with the scent of a virile alpha such as himself. And he knew it wasn’t any of his business, but there was also a part of him that thought it wasn’t fair for a newbie to soak up so much of Miguel’s time and attention. 

Not when someone like himself spent a lot of time getting into Miguel’s good graces, winning his approval through hard work and incredible skill. Ben could practically feel it, he and Miguel had something special. Though they differed in secondary genders, the boss was someone that had plenty of his own inner turmoil. Their tortured souls were who they were, and Ben knew this.

…Not that he wanted to court Miguel. At least not seriously. No, he just wanted some recognition for his fantastic success rate. He’d gone on plenty of solo missions, all with complete success, so Miguel knew he was good at what he did. 

The only thing that got on his nerves was when he had to let someone else boss him around. He had a rep to maintain!

He also refused to admit that taking orders got a little easier when he worked directly under Miguel. 

Because Miguel was bad. Bad in the good way, obviously.

Nothing but muscle, nothing but fang, and imposing even without saying a word. He would’ve been the ideal alpha. But the fact he was all that while being an omega, with that undercurrent of sugary sweetness to his scent that Ben could only ever smell faint traces of… 

Who wouldn’t want to impress someone like that?

Which was why Ben jumped at the opportunity to lead his own team on a mission. Literally, he leapt through the interdimensional portal headfirst because he wasn’t scared of anything on the other side. And he didn’t go with just a handful of people either, he was responsible for his own task force consisting of over a dozen members. 

Despite how cool he made sure to play it, he was determined to not fail. In the end, Ben patched the holes in the multiverse, got the bad guys set loose in the chaos, bagged them in webs, and was ready to toss them through a portal back to base. All while keeping injuries on his team to a minimum. 

Minus the insane hit he took from a 2-D anvil thrown at his chest. He definitely had some internal damage, but what Ben was really hoping for was a cool scar. 

Stupid blunt force trauma, how hard was it to find someone in the multiverse to give him a light stabbing?

But he didn’t complain. Like a good leader, Ben sent the bad guys packing and let the rest of his team jump through the portal first. Before he went through, he did one last survey of the area, tapped his wristband, and sent a heads-up to Miguel that the mission was wrapping up ahead of time. Then he leapt into those rings of orange light. 

On the other side, he made sure to turn his stumble into a flip forward so he could land on his feet, no matter how much it made his ribs ache.

It was late at night in Nueva York, the Spider Society base eerily devoid of inhabitants. But one was waiting for him on the other side. 

Miguel. He was speaking to Jessica, who was assigned as Ben’s second in command. She was talented, especially when she had to lug around a motorcycle on missions. But this was going to be credited as his win tonight. 

“-but he did great,” Jessica said. 

Miguel nodded, hands on his hips. The shadows under his eyes had gotten bad lately, a tragic symptom of taking on so much work himself. If Peter B. hadn’t talked Miguel into resting for a night, he probably would’ve headed Ben’s mission himself.

Despite not having his mask on, Miguel’s suit still covered him up to the neck. Whatever high-tech material it was did an infuriatingly good job at masking his scent, something that Ben never really understood. The head of a pack should make themself known, right?

“Hey, boss,” Ben said, gesturing to the heap of bad guys still groaning about their injuries. 

Miguel looked his way and Ben traced every single minute shift in his expression. The lessening tension in his jaw, the quiet exhale, the upward tilt of his chin. Miguel wasn’t just relieved it went well, he was basically ecstatic. 

Not that Ben particularly cared what Miguel thought about him. 

Ben laced his hands together behind his head, “Yup, another perfect job.”

Miguel smiled, closed-lipped to conceal those wicked fangs of his. “Good work, Ben. Send these idiots back to their home dimensions and go get some rest, you’ve earned it.”

“Hell yeah! Thanks, Mom.”

Ben turned to sling an unconscious bad guy over his shoulder. When he stood back up, he paused. 

Miguel, Jessica, and the rest of his team were all staring at him. 

“What?” Ben asked, “Why’s everyone looking at me?”

Jessica snickered and said, “You just called Miguel Mom. You said ‘thanks, Mom’.”

His stomach dropped into a pit of ice water. Ben looked around to see if anyone else also didn’t believe her. 

“No, I didn’t!” Ben said, meeting no sympathetic faces (or masks), “I said man. Thanks, Man!”

Then his own team started turning on him. One of the Spider-Men raised his hand, “Uh, I heard it, too. You definitely said Mom.” 

A few stifled chuckles rang out. 

“Enough,” Miguel said, not looking at Ben. He held a hand out and all noise fell silent. So cool.  

Miguel added, “You’re all professionals, so act like it. I also want a full mission report and any data collected sent to my lab in twenty-four hours.”

Everyone nodded and played nice when the boss was still around. But when Miguel turned his back, more than one shot knowing glances at Ben. It didn’t need to be said that he, as team leader, was the one responsible for delivering said information. So he’d definitely be seeing Miguel sooner than he wanted to. 

Fuck.  

Ben busied himself with sending the villains home. He hit the showers and picked up something to eat from the cafeteria, but only blew off an hour or two. Any time he encountered someone else, Ben quietly braced himself for needling remarks. He thought for sure that the story was going to spread like wildfire, but no one said anything yet. 

It still didn’t sit right with him because Ben absolutely did not want to believe he called Miguel O’Hara mom. Rather than going to sleep still thinking about it, he swung over to Miguel’s lab, knowing full well the other was still awake. 

This portion of the HQ was definitely an acquired taste. The cluttered tech and the low lighting very much made this Miguel’s private space. And he marked it as such, a faint trace of his sugar-and-spice scent hanging in the air. 

He found Miguel high on his floating platform, as usual. Ben swung up without announcing himself, knowing the other had freakishly good hearing. He landed in a perfect pose behind Miguel, not that the other saw it. 

“I got that report, boss.”

“Good, Lyla can take it.” Miguel said, still with his back to Ben. 

It made his stomach twist and churn. When Ben hesitated, Miguel’s hands paused over his console. 

“Is there anything you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Uh, no.” Ben said, a little too quickly. “Why?”

Lyla manifested over Miguel’s shoulder, smiling wide as she waved at him. Meanwhile, Miguel finally turned to face Ben. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 

“Don’t overcompensate. And don’t bullshit me, either. Just tell me, you didn’t mean it, right? You don’t really see me as a… a mother figure?”

The ice was back, creeping up his spine and threatening to make him shiver. 

Ben crossed his arms. “No way! If anything, I see you as a bother figure because you’re always bothering me!”

Lyla put her hands on her hips. “Hey, show your mother some respect.”

Miguel muttered something under his breath and said, “Stop it, both of you.”

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then Miguel said, “Look, I’m not going to bring it up again. I only asked because I’m not that much older than you. You know that.”

But he was also the only mature omega around. 

Not that Ben was going to point that out. 

He said, “It won’t happen again. Not that I’m admitting it ever happened at all, obviously. Because it didn’t, Miguel.” 

As Lyla laughed, Miguel pursed his lips.

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Ben was overcompensating, which took more strength than Miguel had at the moment to diffuse properly. He already lacked the willpower to fully confront the reality he was finally called mom by another spider-person. And not even by one of the kids, by fucking Ben.  

If only he went to bed a few hours ago. If only he could let himself trust a team to handle their mission without putting himself on standby as backup. 

Shit like this was what Miguel got for being such an anomaly even among other super humans. He’d seen one or two of them glance his way from time to time. He’d even seen some of the braver alphas make obvious plays at posturing for him. He didn’t hide his omega status, never had, but he also wasn’t interested in being anyone else’s bed warmer. And he was not ever going to let someone brag about banging the boss. But something like that was predictable. It could be planned around. 

This thing with Ben was a weird new issue that came with being an omega in charge. 

“Ben,” he said, keeping his voice low but firm.

“I mean it! It won’t happen again.”

And as the other flipped his hair and pouted, Miguel could feel the creeping urge to look toward the heavens for guidance. He thought alphas were supposed to go after the skinny, pretty omegas. Not ones like him.

As much as Miguel wasn’t anyone’s omega, he was also not anyone’s babysitter or mother. He was not going to purr for them or get out of their way. He growled and pushed through crowds as well as any alpha.

You’re still not like them, he reminded himself. 

It wasn’t that he thought anyone would challenge his authority directly, not when doing so meant gaining a multiverse on your shoulders and too many sleepless nights to count. These were supposedly his people. The good guys. And they thought he belonged among them. 

So he tried a new approach. 

Miguel shrugged and relaxed his jaw, “If you’re so sure it never happened… then good job, Ben. You led the mission well. I actually have another assignment that could use an experienced head, if you want it.”

He pulled up a few screens, flipping them around so Ben could observe the glitching occurring in a few neighboring universes. A strange pattern given that there was no obvious source.

Just as predicted, Ben paused. Miguel could practically see him turning this new information over in his head. 

“It might get dangerous,” Miguel said. “We haven’t been able to locate the source of the interdimensional overlapping, so it could come from anything. If you’re worried–”

“I’m not scared!” Ben said, raising his voice. Miguel showed no reaction. 

Ben crossed his arms, “I mean, I’m not worried. My team, maybe. But never me.”

“Good. Then I need a full survey of the afflicted dimensions done as soon as possible.”

“Not a problem, you know I always get the job done.”

At that, Miguel smiled. “I do. That's why I trust you completely.” 

He knew what he was doing. He gave Ben an encouraging nod, which was even better than reprimanding or taunting him. 

Let Ben lead under the knowledge that his mother figure/omega was trusting him with something important, a gesture that could get just about any alpha to preen.

Just as predicted, Ben pulled his mask over his face to hide that mild blush and stood up straighter. Miguel knew Ben’s whole melodramatic-hero thing wasn’t an act. So it didn’t surprise him when the other didn’t hesitate to download the data to his watch and swing off, despite not being assigned his team yet. 

Or delivering his prior report. Which Miguel did kind of need. 

Oh, well. He’d had enough bullshit for tonight. For once, he was going to let himself push something off until tomorrow. 

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Nowhere to Run Chapter 5

The Prequel to the Wedding of the Season

Notes:

Okay, so first I owe you all an apology for not getting this chapter out in a timely manner and then I owe you another because unfortunately you are stuck with this little teaser filler chapter. I am posting another dramatic chapter today which features a huge Hangman-Maverick confrontation so I hope you’ll stay tuned for that!

Also I did make a OC for this story. Her name is Naomi, she is Javy’s pregnant wife and her role is important in future chapters for the wedding so I hope you like her!

Despite their last conversation ending on good terms, Jake was still hoping he would be deployed when Payback's wedding came around. It wasn't that he didn't want to go per say but given how things had escalated with him and Bradley before he had left Miramar that last time, Jake was a little nervous to see the mustached pilot again. The last thing he needed or wanted was to cause a scene during Reuben's big day, a sentiment shared by Mickey when he left Jake no less than four messages begging him to keep his distance from Bradshaw. Jake had rolled his eyes seeing that it was him being warned when each time Rooster was the one who started it, but that sounded immature in his head, much less written back in a text message so Jake just promised Fanboy he would behave.

In spite of his concerns about potential fights, Jake was a little excited to see the team again. He had been on his carrier non-stop for almost seven months at this point and unfortunately his contact with the rest of the world had been basically non-existent. They were running stealth recon so the carrier's communications were mostly blacked out and besides a few calls to Coyote over the first few early weeks, Jake was literally in the dark. It didn't help that half way through his stint, Hangman dropped and broke his phone, not allowing him to fix it until he docked back in California yesterday morning.

As everyone else on his team hugged and reunited with their family members, Jake left the docks and headed to a Verizon store, getting a new phone in time to see that despite being away for all that time he barely had any calls or texts to come home to. There were a few from Coyote of course, until Jake had borrowed a buddy's phone to let his best friend know about the loss of his, and check in's from some of the others in the Machado clan, but nothing from Jake's own parents or family. Some of the Daggers had reached out, funny memes sent or just a general 'how's it hanging' but those were few and far between, the most dedicated being Fanboy and that was only to give Jake warnings about the wedding, nothing really asking about how he was in general.

It shouldn't have been surprising, he had left them first after all but Jake would be lying if he said it didn't hurt. Things had felt different during those weeks in North Island, and even though he had blown it all up spectacularly in the hangars that day, Jake had selfishly hoped some relationships could survive the blast. Jake couldn't help wondering, as he sat in his hotel room on the night before Payback's wedding, if maybe the team did stay together and just alienated him. Hangman was a hard person to be around, he knew that, and the others might have felt he wasn't worth the effort. He couldn't blame them and he certainly couldn't hate them for it but it still hurt just the same.

The conundrum of Jake Hangman Seresin: constantly pushing people away to avoid being hurt, only to be hurt all alone instead.

But Hangman was trying to fix that.

Jake had learned a lot during the Uranium mission and not just in the air. Hangman softened himself, smoothed some of those rough edges that he was known for and rejoined the Vigilantes almost seamlessly. He took back his spot as unofficial leader, still with his same cavalier attitude but a little less condescendingly. When he showcased some of the moves he had learned from Maverick, he didn't tease the rest of the team when they watched wide eye and in awe but taught them, showing off like he loved to do but with more of a purpose. Of course Hangman was still Hangman, and he smirked and winked and proclaimed loudly for all to hear about how he had swooped in and came to the rescue of two pilots, ultimately saving the day but he also swallowed some humility when it leaked he was only chosen as spare. The news of his second air-to-air to kill had reached his old team's ears, and Hangman had first played his part with flaunts and bragging until a few of his good friends on the team noticed the nightmares he started having again, the winces when the topic was brought up and the loss of the usual glint in his green eyes. The others in the squad noticed too and soon everyone on the team, his team, ended up supporting him in his struggles, helping him to work through his thoughts, feelings, and most importantly his guilt. It was foreign to a man like Jake Seresin to show such emotions and self-proclaimed weakness to anyone, let alone to men and women he was flying with but to his immense surprise, instead of being chastised or ridiculed, it earned him friendships. He was looked at beyond his call-signs and his accomplishments for once and just looked at like a teammate and friend.

It just hurt that it took so much time before Jake had learned such a rewarding lesson. He had missed so many opportunities of having similar relationships and interactions with the others, too hardheaded and stubborn to let his mask down and be genuine.

But he wasn't giving up.

Jake naively hoped this wedding could fix things that were broken, could fix the Daggers. They might not be able to be a team, but they could be friends again. Jake missed Phoenix's teasing, Fanboy's impressions, Omaha and Fritz's impromptu songs. He missed Bob's stealthy entrances, Halo's ballerina twirls on the way to her plane, the Ivies crazy conspiracy theories. Hell Jake even missed Rooster's piano playing; he could never hear "Great Balls of Fire" without thinking of Bradshaw and how many nights throughout both their careers that a bar of strangers came together to sing the notes of that damn catchy song.

Maybe this wedding could be the start of better times.

Jake planned on taking an uber to the wedding, not knowing much about the Florida town that Payback and his soon to be wife Jacqueline lived to rent a car, but that was immediately nixed when Coyote and his wife Naomi arrived at the hotel. Javy and Naomi had been married for three years already and Jake had found out the day that Coyote had succumbed to G-Loc that the young family of two were soon to be a family of three.

Hangman had never hugged his best friend harder than when he heard the news.

Now Naomi was due in just a few short weeks, waddling into the hotel lobby to envelope Jake in the biggest hug she could with her swollen belly. There were very few people in the world as sweet as Javy's wife; Javy's mother being the only other one that came to the blonde's mind. Jake was forever teasing his best friend that he was spoiled by getting the two nicest people in the world as such prominent figures in his life. To which Coyote mocked back that that meant Jake was just as spoiled since they were a part of his life as well, loving him just as much and perhaps in the elder Mrs. Machado's sake more than Javy. If Jake's eyes happened to look a little watery after his best friend's words, Javy was a saint for ignoring it.

"Look at you" Jake smiled, pulling out of Naomi's hug to take a look at the woman. She was still as beautiful as ever, even more so with that pregnancy glow, though Jake could see some exhaustion in her brown eyes. She wore a simply black dress that flaunted her bump, but it was classy just like the woman always was, "You looked beautiful" he told her.

"I look like a whale-"

"But a beautiful whale-"

"Hey" she laughed in faux outrage, smacking Hangman lightly on the arm, "you were supposed to say I look slim" she chastised playfully, a smile on her face.

"You're carrying my godson, you need to be huge so he can be big and strong and the greatest Quarterback in Texas University history."

Naomi shook her head with an eye roll, "Wrong football" she warned the blonde, "his Abuelo already got him a soccer net and goal."

"Yeah well wait until Jakey Jr. starts tossing that pigskin, he's going to fall in love." Jake tilted his head mischievously, "Jake Jr. is still on the top of the baby name list right?"

"It was never on the list" a voice came from his right and Jake turned to see his best friend striding towards them. Javy looked good, happier than Jake had ever seen him, and the blonde couldn't help the grin that widened on his face as the two best friends shared an embrace. "Welcome back man" Javy spoke, a touch of emotion in his tone, "we missed you."

"Missed you guys too, can't believe how much has happened since I left, look how far along you guys have gotten."

Coyote beamed as he looked over at his wife, "t-minus 41 days" he shares giddily, overjoyed at the impending arrival of his new addition.

"Jesus" Jake looked at his two oldest friends with a scrutinizing gaze though it held nothing but true fondness, " you're actually going to let him be a Daddy Naomi?"

Javy's face scrunched up indignant, "Hey screw you, I've been raising you for the past decade."

"That does not help your case-"

"Okay children" Naomi cut in as the boys moved in to play fight, "we should head out if we don't want to be late."

"You got it DD."

"DD?" Jake questioned, his eye brow raised. Coyote met his gaze with a wide grin, "DD- Designated Driver."

"Nice" the two pilots high-fived as Naomi rolled her eyes, "yes, yes, now you both can act like the dumb frat boys you are."

"Awww baby" Javy wrapped his arms around his wife from behind, "you know you found my frat boy ways irresistible, it's what made you fall in love with me!"

"No that was tequila-"

Jake chuckled as the couple continued to squabble, taking a moment to fix his hair in the mirror before they departed. Behind him he heard Javy groan, "oh my God, it's fine" he moaned as though he found his friend's actions insufferable, "God, you're like a woman- ow" Jake looked up to see his friend nursing his arm that his wife clearly just smacked. "Sorry some of us want to look good tonight," the blonde winked through the mirror, "you never know what single ladies could be in attendance."

"They will take one whiff of you and run in the other direction."

Jake offered up a stealthly middle finger as the trio headed towards the parking lot, "just because you're fully embracing the Dad bod" Jake motioned towards Coyote's midsection jokingly, as it clearly looked as trim as ever in his dress uniform.

Javy gave a teasing shriek, "don't tell me I look fat?" he asked in a high pitch voice, "I thought this dress was slimming?"

"I mean how do you think I feel" Hangman deadpanned, "I chose the same one."

"As long as I wear it better."

"Well then prepare for disappointment-"

"Wow now I really feel like one of your dates-"

"That's not what your mother said."

Naomi, watching and waiting at the rental car, sighed loudly, "I swear if you guys are going to be like this all night, I'm ditching you both for a hot army ranger."

"But then who will be our DD?" Javy asked cheekily.

She squinted her eyes, "oh you think you're so funny and charming Javier Machado but you are not Sir."

"Oh I'm not am I?" Coyote reached for his wife and pulled her gently to his chest pressing a tiny kiss to the tip of her nose, "are you sure about that mi amor?"

"Positive" Naomi's smile widened though, "but that hot army rang" but she cut off as Javy leaned down for a more passionate kiss, his hand coming up and cuffing his wife's cheek as he leaned in. Jake felt like he was intruding on the moment but finally, seeing the time, he cleared his throat, "okay kids you're already pregnant so let's save some of that for later okay?" When he was rewarded with not one but two pairs of middle fingers the blonde laughed and snuck the car keys from his best friend's grip, "now I get to drive."

"Knock yourself out man" Javy moved to open the door for Naomi.

Once they were all settled Jake started the short drive to the wedding venue, not even bothered by the traffic on the roads. "God I miss driving" he told the others, "once I get back to base I'm taking a long drive in my truck to Texas."

"Your ass better be in New Orleans for the birth Godfather."

"Of course" he grinned over at Naomi in the passenger seat, "someone has to catch Javy when he faints."

"Ha-Ha" the other man mocked.

"I'm serious" Naomi continued, "I know you get a few months off now so come stay with us for a bit. You know we'd love to have you and Javy has a ton of furniture that he was supposed to have built already."

Jake's heart warmed at the offer, he truly was blessed to have Javy and Naomi in his life. Refusing to let his emotions get the better of him though he gave the others his trademark smirk instead. "For the sake of Jake Jr," he told them, "I'll have to help, I've seen Javy try to put together a bookshelf and it fell apart the next day-"

"THE INSTRUCTIONS WERE IN SWEDISH!" Javy cried out in indignation, "and what is this, make fun of Javy day?"

"It's always make fun of Javy day" Jake countered smugly, "you make it so easy."

The other man grumbled in his seat, "I prefer make fun of Jake day better" he complained, earning easy laughs from his companions.

The car fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Jake caught Naomi's face discreetly turning to glare at Javy. He watched his best friend meet his wife's eyes before mouthing, 'I know, I know' back at her. Jake felt a bit of unease in his stomach, "everything okay?" he ventured carefully.

Javy jumped like he was caught with his hand in a cookie jar, "uh, yeah, totally. Just um, was wondering how much you heard from some of the others recently?"

The blonde's brow furrowed, "like who?"

"Oh you know, " Javy answered carefully, gauging his best friend's response, "some of the Daggers."

"No" Jake shook his head, looking up and making eye contact with Coyote through the rear-view mirror, "I only got my phone back a day ago, why? What's up?"

"Nothing, nothing, I was just curious."

"Javy" Naomi warned sternly, "tell him."

"Tell me what?" Hangman cut in immediately, "what is it?" When he received no reply he waited until a red light to see the married couple having another silent argument. Jake frowned, "come on guys just spit it out already. I can take it, I swear."

"It's Mav" Javy finally relented.

Jake couldn't contain his confusion, "Mav? What about him?"

"He’s out" the dark haired man explained softly.

“Out?" Hangman was ready to kill his best friend for his indistinct answers, "Out where? What happened?”

Javy finally stopped his vagueness, “Out of the Navy," he informed Jake, "he was up in the air with two other planes and there was some sort of training accident. One plane went down bad, a fire and everything. There was supposed to be an inquest but he officially ‘retired’ and then they called it off. I heard they drove him out."

Hangman blanched in surprise, “No shit really?" he questioned, watching as his best friend nodded in conformation. "Well who was in the training accident?" the blonde asked desperately, thinking of the four teammates he knew of that still was serving under Maverick and feeling his heart constrict at the thought of it being any of them, "Was it one of the Daggers?”

“No" Javy immediately moved to put his friend at ease, recognizing the concern on Jake's face, "it was some new guys," he explained. "But it's already been a few weeks and none of them are back in the cockpit.”

“Who told you all this?”

“Fritz," the dark haired man shared, "he’s still there with them." Javy's face fell a bit further, "he um," the man rubbed the back of his neck nervously, clearly not sure how to say the rest of what he wanted to say, "Fritz said things were bad before the mid air crash but ever since Mav left, the team is in shambles. Rooster is apparently taking it the worst, like one more outburst from real disciplinary action."

Jake couldn't contain his frustrated huff of annoyance, "not surprising."

"That's what I said" Javy concurred, "but I wanted to warn you since well, since everyone is going to be there and according to Fritz the Daggers aren't going to last much longer."

"What's that mean?"

"Group is finished, getting new assignments by the end of the month."

Hangman's eyes darted back up, "You serious?"

Coyote nodded, "it's all over man."

"Maybe it's for the best" Naomi interjected diplomatically, "they gave it a try and it didn't work out. Some things are just not meant to be."

"Yeah" her husband joked, "try telling that to Bradshaw-"

"Or his fists" Jake grimaced.

Naomi sighed wearily, "there better not be a fight tonight" she warned.

Coyote turned back to the window, his brows raised, "no promises" he murmured but the rest of the car heard.

"Jesus," Jake moaned, his mind still reeling. He couldn't help but worry about what this meant for the unsteady foundation he was on already with the others. He had come into today with the hope of fixing things with his old squad but it seemed that the Curse of Jake Hangman Seresin was still on and he was once more too late. Though it wasn't entirely fair, Hangman did have a role in everything that had happened to Mav and the others and that he was certainly going to get some flack and guilt thrown his way; if Bradshaw was pissed, maybe even some fists thrown his way. This was not how the blonde wanted this night to go and he wondered if it were too late to turn around and head back to California, telling Payback he actually got stuck on duty and couldn't make it after all. It was probably preferable to an altercation at his wedding reception. As though reading his mind, Jake felt a gentle hand reach for his arm, Naomi offering a tight smile, "we're on your side" she told him and Jake gave a short nod in return.

"Thank you" he whispered.

From the back seat Javy let out a low moan, "it's going to be a long night isn't it" he asked.

Jake and Naomi shared another glance, "Damn straight" they chorused but the car continued on. Whatever they would face tonight, at least they would do so together.

[spookyserenades]

Hi Dana!!! Just wanted to stop by in your asks to let you know that I absolutely love Trouvaille! I can't believe you've been pumping out +20k chapters for this, but I appreciate it a lot (I can't imagine the amount of time you take to work on them). Overall, I really love the concept and world building you've done in only 3 chapters. Especially the originality of adding in the occult/paranormal/supernatural to the story. I find it so interesting, especially now that there's been more interactions and insight into MC's past with the spirits and ghosts.

I guess I'll put in a theory (?) regarding future chapters...? I have a feeling JK and Namjoon are going to be important or instrumental with MC's dive back into the paranormal. Looking at their moonboards gives some hints towards it, too. I feel like JK was either in a cult or grew up in what seems to be the Catholic church (I thought I saw a rosary behind the crucifix). Also, with the ghosty hands and stuff, it just feels like he'll be important. Even in Norse mythology, elks are symbols of protection against physical and spiritual danger. As for Namjoon, we already got a hint that he had known MC's mom before. Plus, his moonboard has so many books about the paranormal/criptids. Idk, the nightmare, thinking his eyes are really familiar, etc. It just seems like there's something to it. (Lowkey, I just keep reminding myself of the: "You have 2 wolves inside of you" meme and laugh when i think of him).

To end off, i guess I love what you're doing with this series!! And I'm so excited to read more whenever you release the chapters! I'd love to be on the taglist for it also, if that isn't a problem. As a last note, Tae and Jin are the best boys!!! Love them so much, but all the guys are great in their own special ways😂 I hope you have a great day/night!!! Much love💜💜

!!! Hi darling!! AHHH you've sent me such a lovely message <3 It makes me so happy that you love Trouvaille! And LOL I love a good lengthy update, there's so much I want to squeeze into each one I find it hard to stop writing sometimes. If I'm having a lot of inspiration, I can usually crank out a chapter in a little over a week... but there have been times where I don't have as much time to work and it can take me about a month! I'm trying to be dutiful with my writing schedule so I can continue to update consistently :) All of my chapters will be at least 20k, though!

YAY I'm really excited that you're enjoying the paranormal/spookier aspects to Trouvaille! I love these kinds of subjects, so writing a BTS fic with these themes have been very... self indulgent? LOL! But it makes me so happy that you and others are interested in it too <3 There will definitely be more ~haunted happenings~ in future updates!!

Which leads me to your awesome theories!! You're right on the money, Jungkook and Namjoon are totally vital to the paranormal aspects of the plot, especially regarding MC's return to her mystical past. I really love your idea that Jungkook may have came from a cult, that's definitely a theory I have not yet heard. As a little hint (actually, it's a big one), I've loosely based Jungkook off of Keanu Reeves' character in the movie Constantine. The Norse mythology fact you've brought up is SO COOL!! I had no idea that's what elks represent, what an awesome synchronicity! Namjoon, true to him IRL, is definitely the bookish part of the operation here... he's read quite a bit about these supernatural subjects, perhaps experienced a thing or two prior to his adoption ;)

SCREAMING at the two wolves thing!! It totally fits him, his character is a bit of an edgelord. I think of those meme pictures of the anthropomorphic wolf tearing off its clothes or moodily staring at a lake LMAO!

Thank you so so much for reading and offering your awesome insights <3 Right now, I update on the 7th and the 20th, but that may be subject to change as I'm taking some summer classes that will be taking up a bit of my time. I'll absolutely add you to the taglist, darling! You're so right, Tae and Jin are the bestest angels... they deserve the world <3 Have a wonderful week yourself, and thank you again for your love and support!!!!

[whentherewerebicycles]

morning with the pups. I have a headache from crying but I bought myself a small treat (orange scone from panera) and managed to get some good work done this morning. I will be honest I feel Bad still but am trying to ground myself so I don’t spiral off into the deep despair again.

here are five small positive things:

I am being actively befriended by this very gruff middle-aged women’s studies faculty member who was on my search committee. I thought she hated me for the entire Zoom interview and the first seven hours of the campus visit but then in the last hour of the visit it suddenly became apparent that she liked me a great deal and just has a very brusque no-nonsense demeanor. we have been emailing back and forth all morning about this faculty pedagogy fellowship she’s leading and I think we are going to co-teach a couple workshops together. also we’re going to start going on walks together because we live so close. it’s nice to be befriended! and it’s nice to think about work as a place where I could build more friendships, especially with people who are there for the long haul.

my best friend lives so close to me now 😭 it was nice to break up the crying jags last night by going over to see her.

I’m genuinely excited to be an aunt. there is a lot of pain around it too and it is going to take some time to work through that but it will be so nice to have a baby in the family. also I am requesting nicely of the universe that if my brother & sister-in-law MUST have a baby before I do, please let the baby to be born on my birthday so we will have a special aunt/niece or nephew bond forever. I do not think this is too much to ask. ugh my heart hurts a lot but I am being brave about it.

last year I wrote a long letter of rec for my old boss/beloved grad advisor for this major mentoring and leadership award she was up for. she won the award and I guess they sent her the file with the letters attached. anyway she sent me a box of woolf & vita sackville-west books, a beautiful handmade glass vase, and a long letter where she said my rec letter made her cry and cry. it was really nice to hear from her—she’s been dealing with really scary long covid health issues since early 2020 and there was a period of time where she was in and out of the hospital so often with such serious issues I thought she might die. she is doing better now though and she says she’s retiring this year, which will be a huge loss to the university but I hope good for her. idk I was happy to hear from her and it was nice to get a surprise package of books (with more on the way, apparently).

oh friends. to quote that tumblr meme from the other day, they should invent a way out that isn’t through. I just don’t want to do the soul-work of trying to break down this grief and metabolize it and integrate it into my sense of self all over again. I’m just sad, you know? I’m sad and I’m tired of feeling sad, I want to feel otherwise, but it’s exhausting to think about clawing my way through these feelings again. I want to be on the other side of this experience and I thought I was there but I see now that I’m not, or maybe that the grief and painful agonizing uncertainty about future losses is going to keep surging back every time something reopens the wound. I feel like I’ve spent the past seven weeks swimming so hard for shore, and I’d finally managed to haul my exhausted self up onto the beach only for a massive tidal wave to crash down over me and pull me back out to sea. and I know it is just the start. liz will be pregnant soon and my SIL will have the baby and people in my social circles will continue to post their pregnancy announcements online and ugh. ugh. I just have this hugely selfish wish that everyone would hold off for like six more months so I could crawl a little further inland before the next wave hits. this is not a positive thing from the day but I can’t quite wrangle myself into feeling gratitude for all the good things in my life today. I think I’m just going to be treading water for a while.

[doodlemunster]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡

I'm SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG

and thank you to @yesitsloulou because I saw you sent me this too and y'all are so so sweet for it. Seriously. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO FREAKING MUCH

Top 5 things that make me happy, let's goooo (strap in this is a long one)

Friends & Family

I'm putting them together cuz technically friends ARE family to me. More and more do I realize just how stinkin important they are and how much they make my day/month/year.

My friends sending me tiktoks/memes they think I'll love or remind them of me, who love me for me and I can be my goofy self with them

my parents being endlessly supportive and hear me out, who sometimes pick me up coffee or snacks simply because they are thinking of me. My mom, who used to take my brother and I to anime cons and would patiently listen to us rant about our latest obsession and STILL does it till this day even though she has no interest in any of it because she loves us that much. Or my dad who will be a big ol' goof and won't stop till he's cracked a smile out of me.

2. Mutuals

I would put mutuals in the friends and family category, but y'all deserve your own spot because otherwise I'd go on forever lmao (also I see mutuals as friends but I know some people might find that TOO familiar and I'm not trying to weird ya out or nothin)

mutuals who leave tags on reblogs, letting me know their thoughts or little comments to me. Or the reblogs on my art and letting me know if you love it or not?? like 'IM OVER THE MOON'. Know that I'm squeeing and kickin my feet and twirling my hair. All of it. Also, seeing how excited y'all are about a certain show, books, fandom etc Even those posts that are like 'reblog if you would gently headbutt with the person you reblogged this from if y'all were cats'. I love that. I mean it when I say that all of this makes my entiiirrree day. I love it and I love y'all!!

3. My Pets

Seeing their cute little faces gets me through so much. They let me hug and kiss them a whole bunch and it fills me with so much seratonin, holy hell. They have helped me on lonely nights, being little supportive spirits when I'm in my head too much or going through a bad break up. If y'all want some cuteness too, heres a pic of the two of them. I lost my sweet Gir last year and it still gets to me. It's also the anniversary of her passing, but she was an amazing dog.

4. CBD gummies

okay so this is left field and sounds goofy, but I struggle with sleep pretty badly. I'm a night owl through and through, so it makes settling down super hard. My brain just won't shut the fuck up. It's caused my anxiety to spike enough to get medicated for it. However, with these gummies I can FINALLY bank on a good night's sleep and for that I am forever thankful. It also makes me feel so damn good too, so it even calms my anxious nerves. It's made me happy to tears, let me tell ya.

5. Baking

Been finding a lot of happiness in trying new recipes. Some of my favorite nights are getting tipsy/high, baking, and watching horror movies. I've mad pie dough, mini pumpkin pies, brownies, no bakes, caramels, truffles, muffins and god its been such a TREAT. I made my friends and family baked goods and it filled me with so much joy.

Thank you so so much for the sweet ask!! <3 I'm so happy to have y'all as mutuals. Seriously, you make the weeks that much sweeter. I hope you are doing great. Sending you lots of love! ❤️❤️❤️

[toyaslove]

Hi there! My first time requesting here! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

I know this one is quite werid and complex, but.... (ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

May I request Toya with a very famous and talented GachaTuber reader who owns a big Gacha animation series (EG: 'The Music Freaks' by RozyClozy) and makes Gacha animation memes (EG: Kittypop Time), the reader also makes various artworks and memes based on VBS, they are mostly Toya centered though; One day, the reader draws a pair of couple matching pfp for themself and Toya, then asks Toya to use it with them on social media, in which Toya agrees to the idea almost instantly (PS: The reader has an alternative account for their irl friends only); Later on, Toya scrolls through a post which content is their current pfp, but it's posted on the reader's main account for their fans, so he finds out the reader is actually a GachaTuber by that; How would Toya react to it? (ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠;|||)

I'd really appreciate it if you accepted this request! Tysm for reading! Have a wonderful day/afternoon/night! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕ω⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*✧

A/N: Hey there! Hdueheuhw I hope you're having a good day/night too! (I know that your favorite character is Toya, so, you can request me a lot of Toya fics bc I have more facility to write with him, and I appreciate writing abt him though!)

Toya Aoyagi X Gacha Tuber!Reader

♫ ~ Poor guy, don't be mad with him, but he's a little out of social media... (have patience with him, he's not used because of his dad 😭)

♫ ~ For example, if a virtual fight happens, or he would know by Akito or he would know about it after 1-2 months, so it'll be hard to him to discover that you're a Gacha Tuber

♫ ~ Well, he met you and he thinks you're a nice person! When you guys started to date it were he discovered that you draw, some of your dates are consisted in: or Toya sit on your lap to read, or you sit on his lap, you guys do what is easily for you bouth. Basically you guys just like to spend quality time with each other!

♫ ~ Backing into what I was talking about, he discovered that you draw in one of this dates! He was with a book on his hands, but he was staring at your drawing amused, like, "omg, how can they draw so good?"

♫ ~ Man... just think about how this man would react if you offer to use a matching icon with him, drawn by YOU. He's giving little jumps at the floor 😭

♫ ☆ ♫ ☆ ♫ ☆ ♫ ☆ ♫ ☆ ♫ ☆ ♫ ☆ ♫ ☆ ♫ ☆ ♫ ☆

You and Toya are using your matching icons now, so Toya likes to keep admiring it, he thinks it's just incredibly adorable that you done for yourselves

Your drawing have you and Toya, Toya holding your face and you holding his chin, the both smiling (with a little pinky tone in your guys's cheeks)

Well... today is a rare case, because he opened his social media! He was scrolling his screen, some friends talking about some last posts and his icon. He responded all of it, so, now he really feel bored. He look at the roof of his room and he put a hand on his forehead, after he takes his cellphone again and now he's just messing around social media.

But wait! He thinks that. He saw a post that had more or less 1.5M of views... and... your matching icons are there! He looks scared at his screen, and then he realizes that the name of the account looks like your name... He don't know how to react... so... he just send you a message

Hello, my dear... How are you?

Well... Today I opened my social media and I saw something interesting...

(He sent you a screenshot of your guys matching pf in the reader's main account)

Hmm? Oh... I know what it is... so you finally discovered my account! I'm a Gacha Tuber, I didn't want to tell you for 2 simple reasons. The first it's because it maybe looks like I'm gabbing myself, and the second it's because I found it would be funny if you find it! So... it's for that reason!

♫ ~ After that you guys keep texting yourselves, he admiring your works, he seeing the references for him and vbs, he really is amused!! He loved all of it! But he just wanted to you to show him your acc earlier, bc he would be your biggest fan!

♫ ~ Btw, he's amused and astonished with your talent! He enjoys it really much, genuinely he loves it! He's your biggest supporter and fan!

♫ ~ After that day, he keeps showing vbs your drawings, your animation memes, looks like he love your art than yourself 😭

♫ ~ Every day he watches your animation series... even if he has to watch it again, it remembers him of you

♫ ~ He always asks if you need some help while you're working, if he can help you, he would be the happiest man!

♫ ~ He watched and admired all your videos and arts, one by one!

Btw, just because of you he's using more frequently his social media

A/N: I hope you liked! I didn't write too much bc my mom sent me to go to sleep (guess what I didn't listened to her) 😭😭😭

If you want some compliments or smth like that just ask me!

[bladedflower]

@slashaer sent from the drabble meme: lily + hb - long distance.

As she tossed and turned in her bed, in the middle of the night and in her cot in Norway, this was the hard part of long distance, she found. She's usually okay with it, but there's nights like these where she longs for him, for their next time together, to hear his voice...

She glanced at her phone, which dinged with a sudden text, and she could see the picture of her husband on the screen along with a notification of a message from him. She reached for the phone, and before looking at what was sent, she paused. She didn't want to bother HB with this, last she checked he was on his own mission, he might get in trouble with the call.

She worries like hell over him, and doesn't want to mess him up with a call.. but.. god, she wants to be where he is, or to hear his voice at least. To know he was okay.

She shook her head, rubbed her eyes and opened the text message.

[From HUB: are you safe?] [From HUB: my phone's signal was busted] [From HUB: got sent home early]

At this, Lily raised her head up. This got her attention, and helped ease her mind a little, to know he was back already. She then decided, to hell with sleep, and moved to sit up in the cot in which she laid, cross legged with her hands and the phone in her lap. If he's home early, then she wants to be up to talk to him.

[To HUB: yeah, i'm safe] [To HUB: are you okay? made it back in one piece?] [From HUB: good, and yeah, I'm alright.] [From HUB: are you safe enough to call?]

She raised an exhausted brow, she was hoping to ask him the same question.

[To HUB: Yes, just sitting around.]

A few moments passed, her phone buzzed and sure enough, there was their picture on her screen. "..Hey, Red." She didn't realize how tired she'd sound until she spoke into the phone.

"Hey, sweetheart." His voice came through the phone speaker, and Lily couldn't help the tired, soft smile which graced her features. "What's going on? You sound tired."

"Nothing, I just… had some rough sleep."

"Nightmares?"

"...Yeah." She hesitated, but sighed her answer out. "Same old ones, too. Not fun sleeping in the cold without my big red space heater." She cracked a joke, which made him chuckle on the other end. "How was the ride back?"

"Cramped as always, but fine."

"You'd think their star detective would get more than a cramped helicopter, but- at least you're okay."

"You know me, baby, I'm okay as long as you are." For a moment, her smile grew just a bit wider before she rubbbed at her eyes. "When are you supposed to be back?"

"Tomorrow night, gotta make sure things are all cleared up before they ship me back, you know the drill."

A hum was heard on the other end at her reply, and her eyebrow cropped up as though she was looking at him face to face. "What's on your mind, babe?"

"Thinking about having a date night with my wife, could bring our guitars, some wine, pizza... if she'd like to."

"I think she could oblige." She played along, humor mixing in with her tired tone.

"Then she'd better get some sleep so she can enjoy it."

"Yeah, yeah... I will." A comedically timed yawn escaped her mouth, and she could hear another chuckle or two on the other line. "It's just hard not sleeping with you... I miss you."

"I miss you too, baby. Get some rest."

"You too, Red. I love you."

Click.

[nickeverdeen]

hello!! i hope you're doing well and life has been alright lately >:D i hope it's alright if i send in an ask right now for a matchup, please take all the time you need with it!

preferred fandoms: across the spiderverse & avatar the last airbender would be great!!

name: ellie! :D

pronouns: she/he

personality: i'm an enfp/entp-t, but the extroverted/introverted often changes depending on my mood BWHAJBCSHA i'm a generally optimistic person and i like to spend a lot of my time working toward self improvement, and i definitely like being around people but i love being alone just as much!! i do sometimes tend to be a doormat BUT BUT it is something i've been working on improving. oftentimes i do have difficulties knowing what i want and roll along with others, so when i really do say i want something i'm probably super excited about it BWHAJCHSABA BUT OKAYA LSO the benefits to being open-minded about people is that i really do love getting along with others and making new friends even though it can get difficult for me sometimes. i try my best to avoid making assumptions and stay optimistic to see the best in peope, but sometimes this does end up getting my confused when i get hurt so AHJBCSJH BUT AGAIN !! i am working on it frfr

my texting style when i'm really close with someone ranges anywhere from complete lowercase to constant keyboard smashes + memes out of context + all caps lock 24/7 regardless of how excited i feel . i also love giving advice to others + listening to my friend's opinions/deep talks!! :DD

hobbies: i love listening to music scores (AUGH the across the spiderverse + big hero six + how to train your dragon ones AUGH SO GOOD SO GOOD) and lying down in bed. it's my jam and my number one go-to for any circumstance . i also really enjoy writer's block and watching children's cartoons AJSCHS they're genuinely my favorite thing to watch and make in-depth analyses about because oh man they're just so well written

my ideal type: i'm okay w being paired with any gender! i'm also a minor/highschool student if that helps at all :D. i really admire people who are kind at heart, it doesn't matter how they show it :D i admire people who are humble but not meek, and are willing to speak their minds when it feels right to them OH MAN and I also love people who i can go on and have deep talks with them and fall asleep next to them giggling like im 7 years old at a sleepover every night. creativity is important to me as well + education for passions :D my giving love language is words of affirmation and physical touch, and my main receiving is acts of service and physical touch! :D

AGAIN OH MAN i am so sorry this was so long so please do take your time with it!! take care of yourself and be sure to get lots of rest and drink water, have a great day!

Hey, sorry it took me so long

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Your Spider-Man Across The Spiderverse match is…

Pavitr Prabhakar

He definetly gives you a nickname or petname if you’re comfortable with it

For example: love, babe

I’d say that Pav is pretty much an ambivert, so he wouldn’t have a problem if you’re feeling out-going or staying in-doors the day

Admires that you’re determinated on making a self-improvement

Helps you to decide what you do or do not want

Truly he has no problem with that

Pavitr is just proud to be your boyfriend

He’d love to meet your friends!

Pav would definetly be confused at first at your texting style towards him, but would soon understand and act a similar way

Sends you photos of him waving at you while swinging from one building to another

Likes your optimism

Laughs at the memes you sent him and sends you some too

Probably some deep talks at night or evening

When he’s feeling down and everything he’d come to you for comfort amd advice

Actually likes your music style a lot

Cuddles with you in bed while your songs play in the backround or while you’re watching a movie

Definetly lets you choose whatever cartoon you want as he’s okay with it and pretty much loves it when you pick his favourite

Helps you with your homework if you need help with it as he’s smart af

Pavitr is definetly kind-hearted and sometimes humble

Definetly acts like a kid at sleepovers

His love language is definetly a physical touch and act of servise

Rambles about you to Gwen and Miles 24/7

Suprises you when he comes to pick you up from school as a Spider-Man

Loves to play with your hair

[ritikajyala]

Can you please write something about moving away for a year and choosing yourself even though you accidentally fel I love with someone before you left. I am faced with this situation right now. I leave in 45 days to go and live on the other side of the world for a year, something I’ve always wanted to do but I’m leaving behind a boy I have fallen head over heels for, who feels the same for me. I’m choosing me, I’m choosing to go and live this experience. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

A letter(email) I'll never send

I always told mom I didn't want to love someone, ever. Because love makes you dizzy and impatient and a little stupid, because it's scary, petrifying even. Mom always said you'll love, despite its pain, despite its unsteadiness, you'll love, despite.

Life went on, with its happy winters and springs of sorrow, seasons and years all lost to time. I grew up. And I was happy because somehow love didn't knock at my door. Until. Until one day it came barging in, breaking the door off its hinges, changing my seasons and feeding me sunlight and rainbows and thunderstorms together. Love didn't ask to come in, Love sat at my dinner table without permission.

Love tasted like mint and sent me memes at 3 a.m. And Love wasn't this giant creature that held my heart somewhere, Love was just a boy. Just a boy holding my hand, just a boy calling my name. And one night he told me he was afraid, afraid of losing me, of never seeing me again. And I thought here it is, here comes the fear. But he just sighed and held me closer. I wanted to tell him I was scared too. I didn't.

I told him I was leaving. He knew. He said I was supposed to, that it was my greatest wish, that he shouldn't hold me back. He said congratulations, he smiled. But then he held me closer than he ever had, breathed in my hair and cried softly. I did too. And the last time I was with him, I told him I loved him, he said "I know" and then he said he loved me too. And I left.

Mom always said I'd fall in love, despite its sorrow, despite its pain. And I did. I loved him, despite. I loved him, because.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

{Also, I am so thankful to you for asking me to write about this. My heart breaks for you but I hope you know that this grief is a part of it, of love. You've experienced something people wish they did, something that transcends lifetimes. I hope you find your way back to your love. I hope you feel all of it. I wish you the best.}

[realtalkswithfinn]

the spiderling // peter parker x avenger!reader

in which reader, the youngest avenger who was taken in by natasha romanoff, and peter parker are tasked with a mission they aren’t sure how to tackle- babysitting Morgan Stark.

a/n: my auto caps isn’t on, so please ignore all my lowercase i’s and sentence starters. we are also going to ignore all of endgame and spiderman no way home here <3

“did you get Mr. Starks text?” peter asks. you don’t even look up from your homework.

“no, what did he say?”

“bug boy and baby widow, in the living room, now.”

“he has such a polite demeanor to him, don’t you think?”

peter snorts as he closes his lap top. “i just hope we’re not in actual trouble.”

“Please. if we were actually in trouble, he wouldn’t have sent a text.” you shove your papers into your back pack before walking over to peter, who was sitting at your desk.

it was nice to have your own room in the compound, you’d never had your own room before. not thay you could remember, anyway. natasha found you when you were ten on one of her missions. you were living on lies and had sticky fingers. every meal, article of clothing, you had stoeln. sleeping on the street scared you, so you learned to break into unoccupied motel rooms and apartment buildings.

homeless people and gangs in the area noticed this, and started bribing you to sneak into the places they couldn’t and steal for them. in exchange, they gave you money and food and protection from muggers and violent addicts that roamed the streets.

natasha was going to leave you. she knew she couldn’t save every child on every mission. but you were being used and exploited, and you didn’t know any better. she waited for you to fall asleep in your “borrowed” motel room, then snuck in and grabbed you. you woke up on a quinjet that night, with natasha there to calm your fears.

you never looked back.

she tried to get you to live with clint and laura, who both welcomed you into their family with open arms, but you were restless on the farm and begged to go to work with clint.

eventually they caved when you snuck your way onto a quinjet, thinking you’d be going to the compound to see natasha, but you actually ended up on a mission that lasted two weeks. the avengers decided to keep you informed after that. none of them wanted to risk the safety of a preteen.

so tony gave you a room in the compound and you stayed with nat. you trained every morning with the avengers and did school online in the labs while tony and bruce worked. when you got older, they took you to charity events and press conferences and political meetings to teach you the depths of being a public hero. natasha held your hand the whole time, walking you through the complexities.

though it wasn’t typical, it was a much better life than the one you came from, and you were grateful. you were wry of peter becoming an “intern” at first. you were the baby of the group and didn’t like the thought of having someone your own age around. but peter actually made your teenage years better.

the two of you quickly became best friends. he taught you about memes and took you out with his friends- he even convinced tony to let you come to public school with him.

now, having him around was second nature.

you pulled peter up out of the chair. “better go see what the big man wants.”

the two of you made your way to the living room. tony was there with sam, cap, natasha, bruce and clint, all dressed in suits. to your surprise, morgan was sitting on the couch coloring in a disney princess coloring book.

morgan adored you. how could she not? you were a real life super hero and you would play tea party with her.

plus, being a little girl and seeing female super heroes was kind of a big deal. she looked up to you. and nat and wanda, of course, but you were her favorite. you were just a teenager, which is wayyy less scary than a grown women to a 5 year old.

you were more of a god than thor in her eyes, and she wanted to be just like you.

“when i send a text with that much hostility i expect some hustle.” tony sassed.

you rolled your eyes. “if you wanted hustle you would have told us the mission was urgent.”

“oh it is. lives are at stake here honey bun.”

you scowled at the nick name. “don’t call me-“

“so what exactly is the mission?” peter interrupted cautiously.

“immediate conference in wakanda with select world leaders about new artificial intelligence weaponry.” Bruce said.

natasha walked over to ruffle your hair. “boring stuff.”

you smiled at her friendly greeting. she looked dazzling. not a strand of hair was out of place, and her eyeliner was sharp enough to slice a finger. leave it to natasha to make a meeting into a fashion show.

“well why did you call us out here? if you told us just to get dressed we would have been ready sooner-“

“ah, no, see, the conference is our mission.” tony interrupted. “your mission is to watch my lovely daughter.”

your heart sank. you loved morgan, but you wanted to be included in the mission, no matter how boring natasha said it would be. “but-“

“no buts, you’ll make her cry.” tony said.

“yeah, come on y/n,” morgan got up from the couch. “you can’t say no to this face.” she proceeded to jut out her bottom lip and stare up at you and peter with her big brown puppy dog eyes, and as much as you didn’t want to, you felt your heart melt just a little.

you knelt down to her level to look her right in the eyes and said: “if you weren’t so small i’d slap that look right off your face.”

“you love me too much.”

god, she sounded just like tony.

“i would trade you for a potato chip.”

morgan gasped and dramatically put her hand to her chest.

peter laughed. “well, i’d trade you for two potato chips, morgan, so i think i’m the better babysitter. ya know, cause my standards are higher.”

the little girl thought for a moment before nodding her head yes, that seemed fair, and dragged peter over to color.

tony clapped his hands and smiled. “well, that settles that! Avengers, roll out.”

the group brushed past you toward the door, all giving sympathetic smiles. nat put a hand on your shoulder as she made her way. “i’ll call you on the way home, alright? you’ll be apart of the debrief. i promise.”

that lifted your spirits. “thanks nat.”

you said your goodbyes and watched her walk out the door. you sighed, then walked over to the table where peter and morgan seemed to be playing hangman. you stood behind morgan, looking over her shoulder at the blank spaces of her sentence, and peters stick figure who was dangerously close to death.

“happy brought pop tarts?”

“YES!” morgan squealed before scribbling in the rest of the letters.

you stuck your tongue out at peter.

peter scoffed. “i could’ve got that easily!”

“please, your man was basically dead!”

“hE HAD ONE LEG LEFT!”

morgan giggled. “shes just smarter than you peter!” she taunted.

“HA!” you yelled. “take that, spider boy!”

“yeah, spider boy!” morgan mimicked.

“okay spider GIRL,” he said, pushing his sleeves up as he stood up. “you’re turning her against me? there’s only one way to settle this.”

he lunged for you, then quickly changed direction and scooped up morgan before sprinting away. “come get your mini minon!”

oh, it’s on.

you took off after them.

morgan’s high pitched laughter echoed through the halls. peter was fast, but he usually used webs to get around. in less than a minute you had taken them both to the ground, careful of morgan’s head. she crawled out of peters grasp and into yours. you threw her up onto your shoulders and yelled “VICTORY!”

peter rolled around on the floor in fake anguish. “oh, great avengers! you have slain me!”

morgan’s laughter was uncontrollable now, rolling through her little body so hard she almost fell off your shoulders.

***

at about 7 pm, morgan decided she had to have a cheeseburger. you and peter knew that tony wouldn’t mind having food delivered to you- i mean, the guy is a billionaire. he wouldn’t mind a thirty dollar delivery. but still, you always felt bad spending his money, and you didn’t want to wait that long. plus, happy was home for the night, and you didn’t want to send the poor man out to deliver the three of you food. you recruited peter to swing to the place a few blocks over.

“i’ll be back soon m’lady.” he said, ruffling morgan’s hair from behind the couch. she waved to him as he opened the window.

“don’t fall off a building!”

you stifled a laugh watching peter brush off her comment. he looked cute with the little blush across his cheeks. “thanks, morgan. i’ll do my best.” he shot a web out the window, waved goodbye to you, and disappeared.

you stood up to close the window before sitting back down next to morgan. “well baby stark, what do you want to do while the boy is gone?”

she put a finger to her forehead, deep in thought, before shooting it out in an AHA! motion. “will you do my makeup?”

you smiled. “of course, princess morgan. give me one sec, okay?” you got up and ran to your room. you grabbed some mascara, a lash curler, the sparkliest eye shadow you owned and a bright red lip. morgan loved dramatics when it came to dress up, which wasn’t surprising, considering who her dad was. you didn’t really have room to talk though, considering your main role model was natasha romanoff.

you skipped back over to a clapping morgan and began applying a nude color to her eyelids. “can you make me look like auntie nat?” she asked, flashing big puppy dog eyes at you. you nodded. “oh yeah, i’ve got auntie nats make up down to a t, buddy.”

you were both quiet for a moment, then she said, “do you think peter will like my makeup?”

“oh, of course honey!” you reassured. you thought it was a silly question. of course peter would like it, peter liked anything morgan did. peters always been an only child. he loved having morgan around and getting to play big brother.

she seemed to like than answer, nodding her head. “i don’t want him to be upset we left him out.”

you chuckled. “i’m sure you can do his make up when he gets back, bug.”

her eyes widened and she pulled away from your makeup brush. “don’t call me that!”

you were taken aback. “wha- why?”

“i don’t want to be a bug! i want to be a spider, like you guys! and bugs and spiders are different, i learned that in school!” she pouted.

your heart melted. “aw morgan-“

she threw her arms up in exhasperation- her rant was not over yet. “he’s spiderman, you’re basically a black widow, i want to be a spider too! how am i supposed to be a spider if you call me bug? huh? riddle me that!”

“okay okay!” you laughed. “you sound like your dad.” you thought for a minute. “you can be ‘the spiderling’, how does that sound?”

she squinted. “hmm, i guess that works for now. until i get bigger.”

you picked your eye shadow brush up again. “well okay spiderling, come back over here.”

she seemed content with her nickname and lean d back toward you. “you know, i like that you and peter are both spiders. it matches cause you’re in love.”

“WHAT,” this time, you pulled away. “morgan, what makes you think peter and i are in love?”

she looked at you with an equally confused face. “well he’s always with you, and you get excited to see each other, and he smiles at you when you’re not looking, and daddy says you’re gunna get married-“

“your dad says what?” you blinked at her.

she clapped her hands together and smiled. “he says that peter talks about you alllll the timeee and he thinks you’re going to get married! and that i’ll get to be your flower girl because peters afraid of him and you love me!” she squealed. “doesn’t that sound amazing?”

you reached down and grabbed the mascara tube. did tony really say that? was peter really in love with you and you were just too oblivious to notice?

to be fair, you were in love with him and he didn’t seem to notice.

“yeah, amazing morg.”

“that’s not my name anymore!”

“well, what’s your name now?” peter came in the door. “aw, did i break up girl time?”

“peter!” morgan yelled, getting up to run to him. she jumped into his arms, almost causing him to drop the bag of takeout. you caught it from his failing grip and set it on the table.

“wow, someone missed me,” he teased. “wow, look at those pretty eyes!”

morgan smiled and closed her eyelids to give peter a better look. “y/n and i made me a new name while she was doing my eyes- i get to be ‘the spiderling’ to match you guys!”

he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “oh wow!” he glanced up at you. “we all get to match now. you an avenger too?”

she sighed. “not yet.”

peter laughed at that, and the sound sent shivers down your spine. you watched him carefully as he set morgan down. “well, spiderling, go grab your burger.”

she ran over to the table where you set the food before rushing off the the couch to eat. “can we watch say yes to the dress?” she asked.

peter looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “i mean, yeah but, why?”

“y/n should look at all the pretty options before HEY-“ before she could finish her sentence you had run over and muffled her face with a pillow, your cheeks turning red. morgan thrashed around before yanking the pillow off her face and turning to you with a fury in her eyes. “what was that for?”

peter walked over, unwrapping his own burger. “why does y/n need to look at the dresses morg?”

you face flushed even darker.

morgan turned back around with a huff. “so she can know what to look for when you guys get married. duh.”

“MORGAN.” you yelled, lightly smacking the top of her head.

“OW, Y/N, STOP IT,” she screamed, tossing her burger aside and throwing herself over the backend of the couch to attack you. the sudden force of her knocked you to the ground. you tried to push her off of you, but she was little and squirmy, and you couldn’t quite get her in your grasp.

when you looked up, peter was grinning down at the two of you. he watched for a moment, just smiling gently. your heart could’ve exploded into a million pieces, watching him watch you like that. then, he reached down, plucked morgan off you, and set her back on the couch. “okay morgs, hand me the remote, i’ll put on say yes to the dress.”

and he did. he didnt say anything about morgan’s comment again, just sat next to her and ate his food. carefully, you sat down on the other side of morgan with your food in hand.

the three of you stayed there the rest of the night, booing the mean moms and critiquing each dress. it was fun, almost mindless, but still…

there was a little part of you that remembered how peter smiled when morgan asked for the show, and how he looked at you…

the two of them fell asleep after a while. morgan had sprawled between your lap and peters, and peters head rested on your shoulder, the way it had a million times before. it felt different this time, though.

at around 10:30, the avengers clambered into the compound, yawning and tugging at their ties, ready for bed. tony pulled morgan from your arms, and said a small, almost too sincere thank you before taking her off to bed.

nat came over and placed a hand on your shoulder from behind the couch. she looked tired in the pale light of the tv. still, she looked happy to see you. “hey kiddo,” she smiled. “i’ve got a lot to tell you.”

you returned her smile, and placed your hand on hers, before glancing at peters curly hair resting on your other shoulder. the smile grew. “i have a lot to tell you too.”

***

let me know what you thought :)

[jeonqkooks]

I want whoever said I love you first, I'm sure it was Jungkook

our beloved summer; a drabble

“No, no, no, stop squeezing me so hard. I have to pee!”

You’re lounging on the couch with Jungkook wrapped tightly around your body, his arms holding your waist and one of his legs thrown over yours. It’s a Friday night but it’s raining like ass outside and despite the bad weather, some of your friends are still going out to release their stress after an exhausting midterms week. You two, obviously, could not be bothered.

“Then go pee,” Jungkook laughs lightly, untangling himself from you.

“But I’m so comfortable now,” you whine as you bury your face in the crook of his neck and sniff him. He’s warm and he smells like fresh laundry; he could be a good substitute for a bed.

One of his hands sneaks down to pat your butt innocently. “Come on, go pee. Do it for your kidneys.”

You make a noise against his neck, not budging from your makeshift pillows that are really just his muscles, until he starts pressing against your stomach, making you want to freaking explode from all the liquid you’re holding in.

"Seriously. My cousin had to pass kidney stones last year. It's a shitty process."

“Fine, jeez, stop! Dipshit…” you groan, moving to get up from the couch but not before you punch him square in the chest for being a douche. Laughing, Jungkook pretends to be hurt even though you both know your fist did absolutely no damage to him.

He watches you grumpily walk to the bathroom, and when you waddle back out a few minutes later — visibly more relaxed, he’s already semi-vertical, sitting (sinking) into the cushions lazily. You plop onto the couch again, your legs stretched across his lap as he rests a hand on your bare thigh, settling for the spot below where your sleep shorts end.

It’s very… domestic. Making instant cup ramen and wiping stains of spicy broth off each other’s faces as you eat. Cuddling on his couch afterward and being antisocial together, with him right behind you and chuckling at a funny meme every few minutes while you scroll through your socials. Reminding you to drink water and then reminding you to go relieve your bladder.

Feels like you’ve been doing this forever and not just shy of nine months.

You go back to looking at your phone, nearly ugly-snorting when you open the picture of Taehyung that Jimin just sent to the group chat. Now, Jungkook supposes, is as good a time as any.

“Hey,” he starts, and you reply with a quiet Hmm? to let him know you’re listening.

What Jungkook means to say is, I love you. What he could say instead to dilute the weight of those three words with something a little more lighthearted so you wouldn’t be as freaked out, is I think I'm going crazy because I might be falling in love with you, even though he knows he’s already reached that destination.

He’s been thinking about this. This being how to say it without making it overwhelming and having you run off on him, because these are big words he wants to tell you. A milestone. Jungkook knows you’re not used to any of it.

What he does end up saying is, I would do a lot of things for you. Taking a step forward and hoping that you’ll meet him halfway.

Your eyes drift upward to meet his, warm and chocolate brown and shimmering. Everything feels like fairy lights and a mug of hot cocoa. The only thing missing is snowfall outside your window, but it’s only nearing the third week of October.

“Like what?” you ask.

Jungkook rubs absentminded patterns into your skin. “Anything you ask me to,” he answers, pupils surely dilated half way to Saturn as he holds your gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips. He just knows that he must look like a lovesick puppy right now. “Would you let me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, tone accusing as you say, “What did you break?”

“What? Nothing!”

“Then what’s happening?” you chuckle teasingly as you poke his side with your foot. “Why are you getting sentimental all of a sudden? So mushy.”

You’re starting to deflect. He saw it coming from a mile away.

The truth is, Jungkook has been ready to say it before quite a while now, even before the new school year started. He was ready even before you parted ways for a month over the summer to go visit your respective families. He wanted to say it then, too.

“I’m trying," he tells you, which doesn't really count as elaborating.

"To do what?"

He simply shrugs. "To be respectful of your boundaries. To not scare you off."

"Why would you scare me off? What boundaries?" You prop yourself on your elbows, shifting your legs on his lap. You let out a nervous laugh, because Jungkook isn't making very much sense right now. "If you keep beating around the bush, I might think you're telling me you lo—"

Oh.

You watch him watch you piece it together, and then you watch his lips as he carries on, “Yeah. That. You know what I’m trying to say.”

Your mouth opens and closes. It does that a few times even though no sound comes out.

“Don't be pressured or anything," he reassures you. "I just wanted you to know where this is going for me. It's not on you to feel responsible for my feelings."

If this were the old you, your first reaction would probably be to get up and run. Change your name. Move to a country where nobody knows who you are. Start a new life. As if you're on the run from the law and someone had just found out about your identity. As if you aren't just a girl, sitting next to a boy, hearing him tell you that he loves you.

You reckon you would remember this forever. How your heart is beating so hard that your ribs might crack. How you might want to say it back. How you might want to say it back right now and not have to wait a minute longer. How it’s going to be real once the words are uttered. How you hope this would never end. How it would hurt like hell if it did.

You think a stupid thought, I’m like an onion. He’s peeling me open layer by layer.

Then, selfishly, I hope I’m not the one that falls harder.

Thunder crackles outside the window, spurring you on, calling you a coward. This is the same damn thing that you've been trying not to do — pondering the end even before the beginning, finding flaws in every little thing, focusing on the hypothetical negativity just so you could justify your excuse to not let anyone in.

Love is not foolproof, but you have to take a chance anyway.

Minutes pass by, and Jungkook still loves you throughout your silence.

“Say it,” you decide, fully sitting up now. Your phone lights up with notifications from your friends, something about Taehyung almost throwing up on the sidewalk and Hoseok potentially going home with someone. It sounds like they're having a nice time, but you could get to their updates later. You flip your phone over so you could focus on only Jungkook.

“What?” he asks, head tilting slightly as he looks at you.

“I think I want to hear you say it.”

“Are you sure?” He turns to face you better. “I don’t want to force you if you aren’t ready.”

“I’m sure," you confirm, fighting every instinct to run away. "Say what you mean.”

Jungkook doesn't though, not immediately. He watches you for another moment, trying to see if he should really do it. Trying to give you one last chance to bolt if you change your mind.

But you sit still, holding your breath, waiting for him to help you let him in. There's no going back after this.

“Okay," he says, warm hand still on your skin. "I lov—"

“No, wait! Turn around."

Jungkook blinks.

You blink, flustered. "Turn around. Don't look at me."

He stays in the same position for approximately twenty seconds before he finally turns, chuckling lowly to himself. This is taking a whole process just to get three words out. But it's fine. It's okay. He'll go at whatever pace you want him to.

You're worth it to him.

Once Jungkook is facing the empty wall next to the couch, the words roll off his tongue so easily. The ones that he has never said to anyone else; the ones that you've never had said to you before. Not in this way.

“I love you.”

He hears you breathe out, then in again. Your arms wound around his waist as you scoot close, until your front is flushed against his back. Your heartbeat is so loud that he can feel it, thudding, thudding, thudding...

You tell him with your chin resting on his shoulder, echoing what he told you earlier, "I— I would do a lot of things for you too."

You're returning his sentiment, just not in the exact same words. It's still a lot more than he initially hoped for, and while Jungkook does want to hear you say what you mean as well, he's content with this.

It's a promise that you'll do it soon; he just has to wait for a little bit.

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Hiii! I loved your Iwa fluff headcanons and was wondering if you could do one with Suna? thanks <3

yesyesyes i would love to!!! iwaizumi’s version. 

↬ when suna was younger, he really, really wanted a pet bunny. like he really, really loved bunnies, and would beg his parents day and night for one. he even made a really badly edited powerpoint on bunnies and why he deserves one (aside the editing, it was a very persuasive powerpoint. they filmed him while he presented it and the video haunts him to this day). his parents were relentless, though, and didn’t get him his bunny. instead, though, they surprised him with a cat. a cat isn’t as high maintenance since they’re very independent creatures, but can also be very fun. they figured any pet would make him happy. they were wrong. suna hated her so much and would never interact with her. like to the point where he nicknamed her “bitch” and now she mainly answers to that instead of her name. but all that only worked against him, and the cat just kept getting more and more attached to him.

↬ suna now loves her so much, and she’s just as attached to him. like he would kill for her, honestly. it’s his cat >>> everyone else. he has an album on his phone dedicated to pictures and videos of only her, and her bed is in his room because she always ends up sleeping there anyways. he realized later on when he grew older that a cat was the perfect animal for him, and he’s not sure if it’s a parents thing and they really knew or they were just winging it and hoping for the best, but she’s his favorite ever and he would risk it all for her.

↬ his favorite sleeping position with her would be when he’s casually laying on his back scrolling through his phone and she comes and crawls along him to lay on his chest. the warmth he feels within his chest like he just gets so giddy.

↬ suna is crazy obsessed with serial killer documentaries, horror movies, unsolved mysteries, everything like that. his favorite pastime is watching and reading these things, but honestly, it’s not even a like, “wow that’s so cool,” and more of a, “suna what is wrong with you???” type of thing, because he’s the type to have like insidious 2 in the background as he does his homework or gets ready or something. it’s kind of scary how unfazed he is with things like that.

↬ but! yeah he’s extremely brave when it comes to horror movies, borderline unhinged, but his biggest fear? his phobia, if you will? spiders. insects in general, really. he will scream like a sixth grader that’s yet to hit puberty if he sees a spider crawling near him. once he was peeing in the miya twins’ bathroom and some kind of cockroach crawling on the wall and nearly fainted. thank god he was already peeing because he would’ve pissed his pants either way. it’s so embarrassing for him, so he’s so good at hiding it. he just freezes impossibly when he notices an insect and doesn’t take his eye off of it until someone else notices it and kills it. there was this instance when they were at a training camp and he kept feeling as if something was crawling on him, but assumed it was just really hot and his skin was tingling from that. something was crawling on him, though, and it was not just really hot. Top 10 Most Traumatic Moments of his life, especially because atsumu’s first instinct was to record the whole thing.

↬ suna is extremely, and i mean extremely, touch-starved. physical touch has always made him uncomfortable for a reason unknown to him, so he never really accepted hugs or kisses from his family, and would feel so icky if he was roped into a group hug b by his teammates. so when he met you, he thought you’d be so against the fact that he’s uncomfortable with it, because who would want a partner that doesn’t wanna touch or be touched? turns out he actually craves it, and needs it badly, he just needed to take his own time and pace approaching it, and with how understanding you were, he doubted he could ever figure this out without you. he just took it slow, you know? but the more he touched you — held your hand, pinched your cheek, rested his head on your shoulder, pecked your lips for a few seconds longer than last time — the more he wanted you.

↬ when suna became comfortable with the thought and idea that yeah, he actually craves physical touch so damn bad, he wouldn’t stop touching you every second he could. he became insanely clingy, no matter if you were in public or alone. just always has a hand on you at all times. when he’s alone with you, he’s always trying to cuddle with you. you wanna sit and chill on your phone and not really talk? sure, just come do it with your head on his chest. you wanna watch a movie and munch on some popcorn and possibly share a drink? of course he’d love to! just come sit between his legs with your popcorn on your lap so he can steal some and also offer you some sips from the drink. you don’t wanna hug him after a game cause he’s too sweaty? that’s too bad, he wasn’t asking for permission. so you see, suna is a clingy mf. like latches onto you like a koala clingy <3

↬ suna’s music taste is very diverse. his favorite genre is alternative and rock, like the neighborhood, arctic monkeys, etc, but he also loves, loves loves glitchcore music, but also will un-ironically listen to kpop, and rap, and hannah montana’s old music too because why not. he just doesn’t care. if a song is good, it’s good. so what if it caters to a bunch of 12 year olds and not him? who decides that anyways?

↬ suna is very good at hair. like so good. as his sister started to get older, and her hair grew longer, she would sometimes ask him to do it for her before school. at first he was terrible at it, except maybe ponytails cause his hair was long enough at some point to push back into a ponytail, but everything else like parting her hair for pigtails or doing braids or a bun… he was just awful. so, in response, he’d just practice. he’d watch videos as he’s doing his little sister’s hair and be so focused, with his tongue sticking out a little and his eyes squinting as he tries to get it accurate. eventually, he becomes a master at it! you find this out when one day, as you’re just over at his house, his sister comes into his room with a hair tie and a brush and he just carries her up onto his lap and braids her hair as he chats with you and it was so endearing and so impressive and you genuinely believe that was the moment you realized you were in love with him.

↬ he offers to do your hair for you all the time now!! especially if you’ve just showered and are too lazy to brush it and tie it in some way, so he does it for you. he’s actually so, very gentle when brushing your hair, you don’t even feel a thing. if anything, it makes you really sleepy.

↬ when he joined the national team and started to become more and more of a public figure, he’d send you really explicit fan art of him and other teammates he was shipped with just to piss you off. if he was feeling really bold, he’d send you smut written about him. he says he wants to make you jealous. he just wants to provoke you in every way possible, really. one time someone made an edit plot twisting you and him to him and like atsumu so he downloaded video star and made such a bad edit of you and him and posted it on his twitter and instagram and it went viral. like it was one of those edits of just pictures flipping and hearts flashing and lights spasming all over the screen it was so bad it made you cry with laughter. that was his way of telling the world, no one but this person for me, right here <3

↬ i think he’d be very good at doing chores and cleaning and all that, despite how lazy he is. i just think it’s a habit kind of thing, where he grew up doing laundry and making his bed and cleaning his room and washing the dishes that he genuinely doesn’t mind doing it cause it’s natural for him. and he’s learnt to enjoy it.

↬ suna’s favorite color was deep, deep purple at some point, but now it’s between green and black.

↬ he’s caught up with all seasons of keeping up with the kardashians. please don’t ask him why, he doesn’t even know.

↬ once when you were out with him you just gave him a rock that was on the floor and he’s kept that rock with him ever since. like it’s in the drawer next to his bed and sometimes he just takes it out and holds it in his hand while he’s doing homework or scrolling through his phone.

↬ he spams you a lot. like at any time time of the day he just sends you a million videos of him doing the most mundane things; he sends you a video of him eating some almonds and at the end it’s just him going, “i’s good,” or him lip-syncing a song you sent him to listen to, or him trying to do eyeliner because why not. or maybe it’s pictures of him and it’s always ridiculous: him exaggerating him thinking, and then captioning it “thinking,” or just a picture of him on the roof with a peace sign and a pretty smile, or a close up photo of his face saying, “miss u.”

↬ he also spams you with memes all the time. and there’s no set type, it’s just all kinds. really corny memes and really cursed memes, wholesome memes and also memes that bully you. it’s all about the versatility.

↬ suna loves to sleep, he really does, but before meeting you, the only place where he could properly fall into a deep sleep was his bed. after meeting you, anywhere where you were next to him was the perfect place to sleep. if he had your presence near him he could sleep, it didn’t matter, especially if he was resting on your lap or shoulder or gripping onto your hand or resting his legs on your lap. he just wants you close to him, you know? like he feels so safe and comfortable when you’re around, it kind of scares him if he’s honest.