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roosterforme · 3 months ago

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Aim for the Sky Part 36 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley needed a day off with his wife, but you needed it more. Taking care of his family would come first from now on, and he had no problem proving that to you. As your plan begins to take shape, one of your allies doubles down.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, pregnancy, oral smut, lactation kink

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Cat gave you an earful over the phone, and you let her. As soon as you told her you wanted to move up the unveiling of the project she'd been leading for months, she panicked.

"I have it scheduled for December," she snapped. "Six weeks from now. It's not perfect yet, and you know how much I like perfection."

When you said, "It doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to work," you heard a muffled scream.

"I'm going to break out in hives. I need to lie down," she hissed. "You're talking about something that affects the entire F/A-18 fleet."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not talking about the whole Super Hornet fleet yet. I'm talking about testing on a handful of aircrafts. Or maybe just one to start..."

When you went silent, Indigo's eyes danced through your mind along with her pompous voice and irritating strut.

"Do you have any idea how long I'll have to stay at work? I'll be here overnight finishing this. Overnight. Do you hear me?" Cat asked.

"I'll owe you big time," you replied. "I'll babysit Jer a hundred times. A thousand times."

"I absolutely refuse to mention this to Bickel," Cat whispered, reminding you she was at work while you were in your living room. "You can talk to him about it yourself, but I will not. Because I value my relationship with my commanding officer."

"I'll take care of Bickel. He loves it when we're ahead of schedule," you replied, biting your lip as you realized you would very much need his permission to push your plan forward. And you weren't sure you could get it.

"Why do you want this so much? And are you coming back to work today? What's going on?"

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Listen, I'll be there tomorrow, okay? And I'll fill you in then. Just...give me until tomorrow. Please, keep working on your code."

Cat groaned so loudly, you had to pull your phone away from your ear. "Fine." Then the call ended, and you ran for your bedroom with your hand holding your belly.

Bradley was already sound asleep, the dark circle under his eye prominent even as his face was half buried in his pillow. His thick arm was flung across the spot where your body belonged, and you could see his fingers twitching along the bedding like he was searching for you.

Your heart clenched, and you slipped quietly under the covers next to him. "There you are," he grunted, opening one eye as he pulled you closer. "Did you talk to Cat?"

"Yes," you whispered, letting him pull you close so his chest was pressed snug against your back. His warm hand settled on your belly, and his even breathing filled your ear.

"Baby Girl, I can't stay awake," he murmured, kissing the back of your neck. "I need a little nap, then I'll get up with Rose when she cries," he promised.

"I can get up. I'm not that sleepy," you told him, melting in his arms as his fingers circled your belly button.

"I love you," he rasped, kissing your ear before his soft snores filled the space.

Your eyes blinked slowly before closing, and you realized you were exhausted, too. The adrenaline that had filled you when you were in Bradley's office was drained now. Your belly was full from lunch, and Bradley was so warm. Even the baby had settled into a gentle squirming pattern like she knew you needed a break.

Sleep took over. You never heard a sound until you jolted awake alone in the dark bedroom with your breasts aching. You needed to feed Rose for some relief, because it had been hours since she'd eaten, so you slipped out of bed.

Bradley had her tucked in his arm, reading a story about a goose on the couch while Rose poked his mustache. Every other word was punctuated with his laughter, and Rose erupted into giggles.

"How am I supposed to finish the story when you keep distracting me? Now we'll never know if the silly goose finds his friends, and that's your fault, Nugget."

Rose giggled more, and Bradley tossed the book aside to give her kisses while you watched from the end of the hallway. He was the most perfect father, and you should have never doubted him. You wanted to apologize a million more times, but when his eyes met yours, you simply said, "I love you, Roo."

He was on his feet, Rose held against his chest, and then he was smothering you in kisses, too. You couldn't stop laughing as his rough mustache scratched your cheeks while he held you in place with one big hand on your butt.

When he finally stopped, he took you by the hand and said, "Wait until you see this. You're not going to believe it."

"What?" you asked, but he was already setting Rose down on her play mat. As soon as she was on her belly, she popped up to her knees, crawled two feet, and collapsed back onto her belly. "She's crawling!"

"She's crawling!" Bradley shouted. "I took a video of the first time, so you didn't miss it. This was only the second time, I swear. Unless she's been crawling around in her crib."

"She probably has been," you cooed, easing yourself down onto the floor next to her. She promptly started crying hysterically. "She associates you with fun. I think she only associates me with food," you said, pulling your shirt over your head.

"That's not true," Bradley insisted, staring openly at your breasts which were starting to leak. "You're so much more than a perfect rack."

With an eye roll you said, "I guess I should start thinking about what to make for our dinner while she eats."

Rose latched on while Bradley kissed the top of your head. "I already took care of it."

"You did?"

"Yeah, I reprised one of your mom's crockpot meals. Chicken soup."

You blinked up at him as he stood. "How? We don't have any groceries. I haven't felt like going shopping."

"Rosie and I took care of it. You needed to sleep, so we went to Costco. Did you know they give you twice the number of free samples if you take the cutest baby in the world?"

"Did you wear her in her carrier on your chest?" you asked as he went into the kitchen.

"Yep."

"That'll do it. Makes you look irresistible." Bradley blushed as he took the lid off the soup, and then the smell of dinner hit your nose. "Oh my god, I'm starving."

He started shifting things around on the counter. "I'll bring you a bowl, and it should be cool enough to eat by the time Rose is done."

You watched him work as your daughter got groggy in your arms. Bradley carried two bowls into the living room along with crackers and lemonade. He had dinner set up for both of you by the time Rose's eyes started to close, and that's when you realized just how late it was.

"I think she's ready for bed," you whispered, handing her to Bradley so you could stand.

"Go eat. I'll burp her and change her diaper," he promised, nodding toward the food.

As soon as his big hand circled her back, you heard her burp. It always took you twice as long. This was also the first night in weeks Bradley was home at this early, and you felt tears prickle your eyes as he walked around singing to Rose about the silly goose and his friends before vanishing into the nursery. It didn't take him long to return empty handed, and when he did, you were crying on the couch.

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Bradley missed this so much. He'd only been home for a handful of nights to get Rose ready for bed recently. Right now he was enjoying her fuzzy hair against his lips as he gently set her down on her changing table. He grabbed a fresh diaper and clean pajamas covered in airplanes while she yawned.

"Are you too tired to finish the story?" he whispered. "You're going to leave me on a silly goose cliffhanger?"

He swore she nodded. She probably did, she was so fucking smart. She could roll over and crawl, and soon she'd be talking and walking around.

"Okay," he murmured. "We can finish the book tomorrow."

He flicked on the lullaby machine even though she was already falling asleep in her crib and went in search of his wife and his dinner. But he found you sitting on the couch with tears on your cheeks.

He dropped to his knees in front of you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you whispered, shaking your head. "I'm just happy you're home tonight."

Bradley's face fell as you wiped at your tears, guilt filling his body. "I'm so sorry I fucked up so much," he replied, reaching for your hands. "I just wanted to be on top of everything at work, but I should have been here with you."

"It's okay," you sobbed.

"No. It's not. None of this is fair to you, and I'm not even talking about Indigo right now. You need me helping more at home, and I haven't been. I took this new position so I could be here more and be deployed less, but I fucked it up. I'm thinking about asking Mav to pull me."

"No," you gasped, wiggling off the couch and onto his lap. "You can't, Bradley. You're such a good teacher."

He buried his face in your neck and inhaled as he wrapped his arms around you. "I'm a joke. Nobody's taking me seriously. I have a student who convinced herself she could take advantage of me."

You jerked his chin up so he was looking at you. "That's not even true. She admitted she pulled the same shit in the past, and of course she wanted you, too. You're so sexy. But that's her fucking problem at the end of the day, not yours. And I won't let her make it ours."

Bradley closed his eyes as you kissed his nose and his cheeks. "I just want you to be happy," he whispered. "I'll do whatever I can to make my family happy."

When you said, "You already reported her, right?" he nodded. "That makes me happy. And if you come home on time more often, that will make me happy, too."

"What about a vacation?" he asked softly, letting his hand rest on your belly. "Just the four of us? We could go away for our anniversary. Today was so nice, I think we need some more time off together."

You hummed and nodded. "Let me make sure I don't piss Bickel off tomorrow before I agree to that. I don't want to request time off with my tail between my legs."

Bradley raised one eyebrow. "I'm scared to know what you need to talk about that could make him upset."

"The less you know, the better."

Your words didn't calm his nerves, but your kisses did. So did the soup which was the perfect temperature to eat. You even watched an episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey with him before he started cleaning up.

"I can do that," you told him. "I slept all afternoon."

He turned you toward the bedroom and swatted at your butt. "You and Nugget number two were tired. Go relax in bed and start looking at the Halloween costumes I saved in my Amazon cart for Rose."

Bradley handed you his phone and sent you on your way. He let Tramp outside and loaded the dishwasher before wiping down the counter and packing up the rest of the dinner. When he finally walked into the bedroom, you were topless and giggling.

"We have to get her this costume!" you insisted, holding up his phone, showing him the one that was actually his top choice as well.

"That was my favorite," he grunted, watching your tits bounce as you sat up.

"It's too perfect. I'll order it right now."

Bradley was distracted as he walked around the room, trying to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth and got undressed, eyes barely able to look anywhere but at your body. This morning, he woke up in the Bronco on the driveway, because you thought there was a chance he was messing around behind your back. He was just happy to put that behind him. He wasn't about to press his luck as he climbed in bed.

"Here you go," you whispered, handing his phone back. He took it and plugged it in to charge overnight, but your breasts brushed his arm. They were heavy and perfect, your nipples big and pert from all the hormones and breast milk. And now he was fully erect as he tried to lay on his back, reaching to turn the lamp off.

"Are you ready for bed? Or do you feel like staying up a little longer?"

Bradley's gaze snapped to your face as his fingers hovered next to the lamp. "I could stay up a little longer," he rasped, keeping his eyes away from your tits which were pressed together as you leaned closer to him. "If you want."

Bradley had barely touched you in weeks which was evidenced by his throbbing cock. You'd seemed tired and distant, all thanks to Indigo, but he didn't put the pieces together at the time. He thought you were worn out from your pregnancy. Right now, he was horny as hell but afraid for you to know where his mind was as he tried to discreetly adjust himself.

He left the lamp on as you curled up snug against his side. "I saw that you started another notebook for the baby," you said, your fingers skimming along your belly, showing off your perfect body.

Bradley grunted. "Each Nugget gets to read my personalized thoughts on parenthood when they're older."

Your lips found his shoulder, and he shivered. "You're a good dad. I'm sorry I doubted you." Bradley closed his eyes as your fingers traced his chest hair down to his abs. It felt like heaven. He wasn't going to make it.

"Why are you topless?" he gasped, tone accusatory. "You've been sleeping in a sports bra with those pad things in them."

"My nursing pads?" you asked, clearly confused. "So I don't leak at night?"

"Yeah. Those things. Why are your tits all over the place right now?"

You looked taken aback as you pulled your hand away from his body and sat up. Bradley groaned, eyes raking all over you as his cock tented the bedding. "I was going to put a bra on before I fall asleep. It just felt nice to take a break for a few minutes. Is it bothering you? I'll put it on now."

You were pouting, and he was sweating as you started to climb out of bed. "Jesus Christ, Sweetheart. Come back," he begged, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. "You look so fucking hot, I can't focus on anything."

"Oh." Your pout turned into softly parted lips that he needed to kiss. So he did. He sat up, letting the bedding fall to his hips as he smashed his lips to yours. Fuck, you felt too good. And then you blindly nudged his cock with your hand. "Oh!"

You pulled away, wide eyed and staring down. "Yeah," he grunted. "But in my defense, you had your tits all over the place. You still do." Then you wrapped your hand around his erection, and Bradley collapsed against his pillow. "We don't have to mess around tonight," he gasped. "It wasn't my intention at all. I just wanted to spend time together."

Your laughter filled his ears, and colors erupted behind his eyelids as you worked your hand down to his balls. "You really never stopped wanting me?"

"I've wanted you nonstop since the moment I first saw you," he whined, and then your lips wrapped around his cock. Bradley's eyes flew open, watching you give him head, but after a minute of pleasure, he was reaching for you. "I won't last another minute."

You pulled him free with a pop. "So?"

Bradley panted. "So, I want to make you feel good, too."

You smirked and licked him from balls to tip. "It makes me feel good knowing you can't stop looking at my body." He forced his gaze from your nipples to your face. "And it will make me feel good to swallow your cum before letting you suck on my tits."

He was going to pass out, he was sure of it. "Okay," he rasped, in no position to argue with you while you were gagging on his cock.

He had been correct. After another minute, he was grabbing at the bedding, hanging on for dear life. Your tits were bouncing against his inner thighs, and your belly looked gorgeous. Your face was perfect as you looked up at him with your mouth full. This wasn't what he expected, but he wasn't mad about it. He came, barking out your name as you swallowed every drop, licking him clean.

When you eased yourself onto your back, coaxing him closer to your taut nipples, he moaned. He was in heaven with your fingers in his hair, and when he tasted you, he knew he'd never get enough.

He kept you up for another hour, making sure you felt as good as he did.

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You couldn't stop smiling the next morning as Bradley kissed your cheek while you tried to put your contacts in. "Can I have a little space, Roo?" you asked sweetly.

"No," he whispered, crowding in closer. "I can't stop touching you."

He'd done plenty of that last night. You came so hard on his mouth and fingers, you thought you were going to wake Rose up. Turns out Bradley had been missing you while you were trying to block him out to protect yourself. But Indigo was toast. You'd see to that. She had Bradley convinced he was terrible at his job, and that just wouldn't do. Neither would the fact that nobody got to have your husband except you.

"If you let me get ready for work, I'll blow you again tonight."

He took an immediate step away, hands up in surrender. "By all means, have as much space as you need, Sweetheart. I'll get Rose up and let her crawl around with Tramp."

After you brushed your teeth, you went to the closet. The maternity tent taunted you from the back corner, but you decided to squeeze into your regular uniform. "You'll have your day soon enough," you whispered. But your mind was already focused on work.

If Cat stayed late enough to finish the code, then just maybe you could pull this off. Indigo could get her punishment through the Navy, but you wanted to give her a little something special yourself. After all, she knew who you were, but she didn't know you overheard her in Bradley's office.

You were smiling as you strutted through the living room and out the front door. Rose was buckled in and ready to go, and Bradley was waiting in the driver's seat of the red Bronco with his aviators on.

"You look hot," he murmured, reaching to buckle your seatbelt for you after you climbed in. His lips brushed yours making you very aware you'd be late for work if the three of you didn't leave now.

"I told you I'd blow you tonight, not now."

Bradley laughed and started the engine. "That's not what I'm after, and you know it."

After he backed out of the driveway, he reached for your hand. "What are you after?"

"I want to have lunch with you in the cafeteria today."

Your smile grew as Bradley's rough fingers tangled with yours. "That sounds nice. Not sure what time I'll be able to get away though."

"Text me. Whenever you're free, I'll make it work."

"Okay," you whispered, turning to check on Rose. "And we'll leave on time to go home?"

"We'll leave on time to go home," Bradley confirmed.

You almost made another comment about the blowjob, but you knew it wasn't about that. He promised to do better, and you were going to as well. Starting with showing Indigo who's boss on your husband's behalf.

An hour later, your knuckles connected with Bickel's office door. "Come in!"

This was not the time for nerves. You needed to sound confident as hell. "Captain Bickel, Sir, can we talk about one of our projects for a minute?"

"Sure, Lieutenant Commander," he replied, shuffling some things on his desk. "Uh, have a seat."

He was kind and patient, and as soon as you got into it, you weren't nervous at all. "How do you feel about testing our code on some grounded Super Hornets ahead of schedule?" Kicking the project off early could actually be beneficial, and you knew it. It was a pretty easy sell. "It could give us a little more time to work out any kinks before the end of the year."

Bickel leaned back in his seat. "I'm not sure Lieutenant Commander Coleman is finished with the preliminaries."

"Oh, she is," you told him with a smile. "She's way ahead of schedule, because she's brilliant."

He laughed and nodded. "We really do have a great team. Hmmm." His brow furrowed, and he looked through his calendar. "I think this could actually work out well. Starting updates ahead of schedule means we could have the fleet back in the air ahead of schedule. Go ahead and move forward with an aircraft or two."

Your heart was racing. It was the moment of truth. This might not work out at all. "Do I need to choose randomly?"

Bickel shook his head. "Choose whichever you want. But if you ground your own husband, that's on you. I will not bail you out of that argument."

Satisfaction filled your insides as Bickel laughed at his own joke, and a giddy grin spread across your face. "I know just where to start, Sir," you promised, saluting him before running back to the lab with both hands on your belly.

Cat glared at you when you sat on the stool next to her. "I am so tired. Literally and figuratively," she mumbled. "Don't come in here and try to talk to me with your peppy BS. I don't want to hear it."

You laughed merrily and slid her computer away from her.

"Hey!" she complained, reaching for it, but you shook your head.

"We can start testing whenever we want," you said, opening the credentials list of each aviator currently at Top Gun associated with an F/A-18. "And we can choose which aircraft to run the program on first."

You scrolled past BRADSHAW, BRADLEY and FITCH, REUBEN and GARCIA, MICKEY as you made your way through the alphabet. When you got to JEFFRIES, BROOKE, you stopped and smiled. "Bingo."

"Who's Lieutenant Jeffries? And why did you go directly her them?" Cat asked as you casually went back to her lines of code to start double checking everything.

"Oh, she's been trying to fuck Bradley for over a month."

"What?" Cat screeched, jumping out of her seat. "What's going on?!"

You waved your hand dismissively. "She's a young pilot training under him, and apparently she likes getting sexy, older officers to sleep with her. Nothing's going on, much to her displeasure."

"Well of course nothing's going on!" Cat spat. "Hasn't she seen the way your husband looks at you like you're a dessert buffet?" You snorted, but she ripped her computer from your hands. "Give me this," she muttered, pounding away on the keys. A few seconds later, you realized what she was doing, but it was too late.

"Cat, don't!" you gasped. "You put 'check for potential incompetence and/or pilot error' in the notes!"

"So what?" she snarled. "I always do that when I ground an aircraft. It adds a layer of safety."

"I didn't even finish checking your new code to verify we can run the program!"

"It doesn't matter," she added, inching her computer further away from you. "My code is flawless. And this bitch can sit on the ground indefinitely, I don't even care. Don't mess with my friends."

You watched as Cat's index finger slammed into the return key.

"Oh my god," you groaned. "We're logged in under your credentials which means you're the one who will have to do a thorough investigation!"

This would add hours and hours of work to Cat's schedule. You knew it. She knew it, too, but she was rolling her shoulders with a satisfied smirk on her face. "I love investigations. I haven't done one since the summer. And as far as I'm concerned, it's better to be safe than sorry." Her smirk melted into a solemn expression. "I take my job very seriously. You know for a fact I'll do everything by the book."

"What about all the extra hours?" you whispered.

"I don't give a shit. You can help Jake can take care of Jer while I work late. I'll go over Jeffries' aircraft with a fine tooth comb."

When you looked at her, you burst into tears. "Thank you."

"You don't have thank me. It's my pleasure to keep the Pacific Fleet safe from all kinds of threats."

Eventually you texted Bradley when you were done checking Cat's perfect work, letting him know you were ready for lunch. The cafeteria was packed, but you found him standing alone at the end of the line.

"There you are," he murmured, collecting you in his arms and kissing you in front of everyone. "I'm so hungry, I thought I was going to have to start without you." He ushered you into line with a tray and began to pile it with food. "I got an email a few minutes ago letting me know that Indigo will be grounded until further notice starting tomorrow. You know anything about that?"

"I already told you, the less you know, the better. Don't forget to grab the hot sauce."

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I'm afraid Indigo doesn't stand a chance if Cat teams up with BG... I just don't want her anywhere near Bradley. Gonna start wrapping up this series in a few more chapters!

PART 37

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cosmic-evening · 4 months ago

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ᯓ★ help, i'm still at the restaurant

kaminari x gn!reader; angst

(loosely) based on right where you left me by taylor swift

read pt.2 here

mha m.list | gen m.list

it took ages for you to say yes to denki.

ever since first year, he'd always had eyes on you. frankly, you found him immature. his childish antics were funny to watch, yes, but it gets old after a while.

it wasn't until second year when he'd stopped being friends with mineta and grew up a little. he stopped goofing around in class and pushed himself to be a better hero.

you'd said yes to him at the end of second year.

it wasn't long until you made it official. everyone at ua and their mothers knew you were dating. you went on dates so frequently it was like you saw him every day. he'd lend you his jacket, pull out your chair for you, the sidewalk rule, everything. his friends were all so jealous.

denki was the perfect boyfriend.

until he wasn't.

about a month into your relationship, you found your dates becoming more and more infrequent. you'd be lucky if you even saw him once outside class every week. suddenly you were the one always wanting to hang out, when all he wanted to do was game with his friends.

you didn't understand. was it you? were you not putting enough effort into the relationship? now that you think about it, he'd been planning a lot of the dates. maybe you should plan one. show him you care just as much as he does.

you decide to text him.

hey denki, how about we go out for dinner this weekend?

in true denki fashion, he replies within ten minutes.

sorry babe, i'm busy this weekend. maybe next?

you frown. he said he was busy last weekend, but he'd stayed in his dorm playing games all day.

not wanting to lose his attention, you reply quickly.

great! i can book dinner. how about 6:30 on saturday at the restaurant down the street?

you press send, biting your lip worriedly.

he likes your message.

you sigh and flop down on your bed.

saturday couldn't come fast enough.

as you look at yourself in the mirror, hair and outfit perfect, you smile.

today was going to be perfect. it had to be.

you make your way down the street, to the restaurant. it was a quiet place, where denki had taken you on your first date. there's a knot in your stomach as the waiter walks up to you.

"reservation under y/n, for two, please," you couldn't help the shakiness in your voice.

the waiter smiles and leads you to a table.

you send a text to denki.

hey, i'm here.

we're seated next to the window, with the potted plants.

you put your phone down and busy yourself with the menu, trying and failing to ignore the knots growing in your stomach.

minutes tick by, and you couldn't resist sending a few more messages.

hey, where are you?

text me when you can.

i'm getting worried.

panic surges in your throat. he couldn't have forgotten, could he?

people have started to look at you. you can feel the pity in their burning stares, and you try to blink back your tears. shame washes over you as you type:

please respond

where are you

denki?

is everything okay?

text when you can.

two hours later, you're done. packing up your bag, you send a few more messages, your tears blurring your vision, embarrassment a heavy weight in your chest.

fuck you, denki.

we're done.

pt.2 here

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myg-butterfly · 2 years ago

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Nothing New

Ot7! BTS x Choreographer! Reader (Seokjin x Reader focused)

Summary: You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?

Tags: ANGST (sorry), eventual fluff, Injured!Reader, Fem!Reader, Bangtan are kind of assholes, this isn't really proofread sorry, I also don't know how this shit actually works with Idol groups so I'm just making shit up lolsies.

A/N: HI omg sorry this took FOREVER. I was gonna have this done this weekend but we went to go visit family so I put this aside omg, but it's finalllyyyy here! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Thank you for all the love on the teaser, and remember, comments and feedback are always soooo appreciated!

Taglist: @bangteezbaby @thelilbutifulthings @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @juju-227592 @kikz165 @plexcaffeinate

All the members had just gotten home from rehearsal, and immediately went to find you just so they could throw silly little tantrums about you not being there.

The way they were pouting reminded you more of kicked puppies than world-wide sensations.

"It's fine guys, I know someone who can cover for me until I get better."

"But we like your choreography better." Taehyung whines into your shoulder and you pat his head in comfort.

"It's just a month or two, Tae."

You had broken your leg about a week ago, and consequently, you couldn't continue choreographing for the group until you were fully healed.

Which meant either the boys paused their learning, or you brought someone else in to cover for you - and you're all aware that pausing isn't really an option.

"But I'll miss you." Your boyfriends were overly dramatic, acting like you were leaving even though you all lived together.

"You'll still see me at home, it's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth."

He huffs into your shoulder and rolls over so he's sitting next to you normally now.

"Anyway, how have you been? Have you felt okay?" Seokjin sits down on the other side of you and you feel yourself growing a bit shy under his caring stare.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

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"Hi! Thank you so much for covering for me. We're on a reall-"

"Save it, it's whatever. I always told you you'd need my help again at some point."

You don't like the implications in her tone but you pass it off with a small chuckle.

"Okay, so they already know 2 out of the 5 numbers for this album, and we were in the middle of learning the 3rd one. I taught it to Hoseok in advance so he can take over for that one. So you wouldn't need to be at the studio until next week. I'll send you the videos I took of the foundation of the other 2 numbers so you can learn it and then teach it."

She looked so uninterested in what you were saying, but you had to be professional.

You called her here in the first place.

"Kay, cool, got it. Also, can I get the guys' numbers? You know, just in case."

"Oh uhm, you can ask them when you see them next week… I'm not sure if they want me giving out their numbers to people they don't really know."

"Well they're gonna know me soon right? Don't be greedy, trying to keep all of them to yourself."

She giggles but you can feel that it's not really one of genuine giddiness and you hope that your discomfort isn't apparent.

"I'll ask them when I see them later today."

You plaster on the best smile you can and she gives you an equally forced one back.

"Okay. Bye!"

She basically struts away and you're left standing there; maybe calling her was the wrong move.

•••

Yep. Calling her was probably the wrong move. But it depends on which side of Y/N you ask.

On the professional side, this is absolutely great. They hit it off right away, all the boys growing comfortable with her rather quick (something HYBE valued a lot), and she was great at her job. Talented, bold, confident, friendly, the whole package.

On a more personal side, this was putting you on edge. How suddenly, all the guys would talk about was 'Joanna said this a rehearsal' or 'Joanna invited us out to eat'. It was always Joanna this Joanna that, and you knew they were just excited to have a new friend, to have someone who shares their passion, you couldn't help but wonder if their feelings for you were simply out of excitement. And now that you're not the newest thing around, would they still want you? Would they still talk about you with the same sparkle in their eyes as they do with Joanna? It left a pit in your chest.

And — yeah, calling her was the definitely the wrong move.

Finally, a long-awaited date with all of you. They were filled with energy, talking and joking on the ride there, and you felt your heart growing lighter, you still had them.

They even helped you get off the car with all the gentleness in the world, helped you get in your seat and made sure you were completely comfortable.

The lightness quickly weighed down into something much heavier when you saw Joanna walk in and make her way to the table.

And the weight felt like it had been dropped to you feet when the guys scooted to make space for her, Namjoon even standing up to hug her and letting her sit first so she'd be in between him and Jungkook.

How long has it been since they hugged you with such happiness?

"Oh my god, Y/N, hi! The boys didn't tell me you would be here."

Something about the way she said "the boys" made your hands itch, almost as much as your throat itched to say 'likewise'.

"Welp. I'm here. Haha."

Dinner wasn't fun, to say the least.

Joanna was blatantly saying shit to embarrass you the entire time, and it even worse, your boyfriends seemed to be soaking up her every word, laughing whenever she pointed out something embarrassing about you when she knew you in high school.

"Yeah! And when we choreographed together, she would always forget her parts." She lets out a giggle and Hoseok laughs too: what's so funny?

"It was only once or twice." You groan, mostly to yourself, but Joanna hears it.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Everyone laughs at her words again and suddenly, you start to think that staying home was the better option.

"I've always said she has the memory of a goldfish. Sometimes it felt like I was doing all the work because i constantly had to step in and help when Y/N froze up."

She turns to you when she speaks her next question:

"How are you doing now that I haven't been here to clean up after you? Are you making Jimin do it?" She laughs and nudges Jimin, who's sitting next to her, on the shoulder, and he happily shoves back with a bright smile on her face.

"I'm fine, it's rare that I forget stuff lately."

She gasps in a dramatic manner, you wish she would just disappear already.

"You? Not wasting time in rehearsal? Because you forgot? That's unheard of!"

You hate the way pretty much all of the guys laugh at her words: they know how much work you've put into being a good choreographer. Why were they laughing at you?

Suddenly, you feel the person next to you pressing up closer against you: Seokjin.

You look at him and he has a soft smile on his face, but not towards Joanna; his entire focus is on you.

"You have a really good memory darling. We can tell you've worked on it." The knot in your stomach softens its grip after hearing Seokjin's words, and for the first time since you got here, your smile is genuine.

"Anyways, how'd you injure yourself?"

"Oh, we were doing some cardio and I tripped. Fell at an awkward angle and it twisted my leg. Haha."

Joanna laughs a little too hard at this.

"I've always also said that for a supposed dancer you sure are clumsy as hell."

Some of the guys giggle at her comment, and you look down at your lap: why were they laughing at you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin sit up a little straighter, and you suspect he's gonna say something.

"Supposed dancer?" He raised a brow and to most people, it would've seemed like he was just egging onto the joke, but you and the rest of the table could tell that there was a serious undertone to his question.

It was no secret in your relationship with the guys that Seokjin had a specific soft spot for you – in a relationship as big as yours, its bound that all of you will have your weak spots for one another: Jungkook and Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi, you and Seokjin.

So you were more than relieved when he met your gaze from across the table; he knew you were uncomfortable.

And as everyone knows, he's not one to stay quiet.

"I just mean it's surprising that for someone so clumsy she went into the professional world where coordination is crucial."

Jungkook uses this point to tease Namjoon, and thankfully the attention is taken off of you. You catch Seokjin's stare again and this time it's accompanied with an apologetic smile and him reaching out his hand to hold yours.

As your hands meet on top of the table, you seem to be the only one who notices the look Joanna sends you at the display of affection.

•••

More days pass by and everyday they get home later and later until you're left going to bed on your own.

You'd made it a habit to wait for each other if one was out late, but it didn't happen often since you had almost the same working hours and when you went out, it was usually altogether.

You'd tried to keep that habit after your injury, but they were coming home later everyday, and you weren't sure you had it in you to keep staying up for them.

Especially on nights like this one, where when they do get home, you're dismissed almost entirely.

The door opens and you sit up, ready to greet them one by one with a hug and kiss, but most of them just mumble a "hey" or "hi Y/N" and walk straight to their rooms.

Only Jungkook and Seokjin genuinely acknowledge you, Jungkook giving you a hug and a peck on the forehead accompanied by a soft "Hi baby." before going to his room as well.

Seokjin also hugs you, but he picks you up while doing so: shifting you in his arms so he can carry you to bed with him.

As he begins to walk, your eyes meet and he sends a soft smile your way.

You barely start to relax in his hold when you realize that he's walking into your room, and you slightly panic at the thought that he's going to leave you alone in there.

Your slight panic turns into franticness as he sets you down and steps away from the bed.

"No! Don't-" Jin whips around at the sound of your voice, and you feel immediate guilt when you see his startled expression.

"Sorry, I- I know you're tired. Sorry, you can go."

Your attempts to decrease his worry don't seem to work, because he's already making his way back towards your bed.

"No, no. What happened? Whats wrong?"

"Its nothing." Seokjin gives you a stern look, you both know that lying to him is impossible.

"It's not nothing. Is it your leg? Or is it something else?"

"Its stupid" you mumble.

Noticing that you're unsure of yourself, he sits closer to you and brushes you hair out of your face in attempts to comfort you.

"Its not stupid if its bothering you" you feel your tears welling up again at how soft Seokjin's voice is. How soft he is with you.

"I just- I don't think I can be alone right now." You lean into his touch as you finally get at least some of the truth off your chest.

"You don't have to be. I was going to shower, do you want to join me?"

"I don't want to bother you."

"You won't."

"But my leg, I won't be able to stand for long."

"It's okay, we'll bring a stool in and I'll help you."

"But you're tired-"

"Never of taking care of you."

Something in your heart settles through the rest of the night, there is no other intention behind Seokjin asking you to join him.

He washes your hair and even dries it once you're out, he helps you get dressed and he goes to sleep holding you, and even if it's just for one night; all is right in the world again.

The next morning, Jin wakes you up and asks you if you'd like to come to rehearsal with the 7 of them. You're elated, to say the least. You knew it was a minimum thing, but your heart couldn't help but flutter at the thought that they wanted you around.

•••

Jin on the other hand, is pissed. Not at you, (never at you), but at his 6 boyfriends and how absolutely dense they could be, this being one of those moments.

He'd mentioned that you were coming with them, and all of them responded well: "I hope she likes the choreo!" "Yay! I want to hear what she has to say."

Their response to you tagging along wasn't the problem, no.

It was their response when he tried to tell them about how you were feeling that pissed him off:

"Wait guys, before we leave, I need to talk to you about something real quick."

All of them were attentive towards him immediately, so he thought they'd receive this better.

"It's about Y/N. And partially Joanna."

"Okay?"

"I talked to Y/N last night and she seemed upset. She didn't really want to talk about it but I'm almost completely sure that she's feeling left out, and I think it may partially be because of Joanna."

All of them begin to speak at once, until Taehyung's voice cuts through everyone else's.

"Why do you think it has something to do with Joanna?"

The 6 boys settle down and stare expectantly at Jin.

"Have you guys not noticed how backhanded all of Joanna's comments are towards her? Even when Y/N isn't present, she always makes a joke at her expense. And not to mention, we've been spending a lot of time with Joanna, much more than we've been spending with Y/N. I know if I were her I would feel hurt; being injured and spending the whole day cooped up alone while my boyfriends are spending all their time with someone who treats me like dog shit."

Jin wasn't sure what he was expecting the boys' reactions to be, but it definitely wasn't the outraged faces they were all giving him.

Jungkook is the first one to respond:

"I mean, I noticed the comments but I thought they were all in good fun? You know, since Y/N and Joanna have been friends for such a long time."

Taehyung cuts in next:

"And if Y/N is feeling left out, I mean I understand but what does that have to do with Joanna?"

Almost as if on cue, there's noise coming from the kitchen, meaning that you're awake.

Jin quickly gets up to go to you, but not before leaving the 6 boys with one final word, "Just pay attention to how she speaks to Y/N, you'll see what I'm talking about."

•••

It's hard to describe – the knowledge that you're being left behind without any obvious evidence surrounding you.

It's not something that everyone outside of your point of view might see, but you can feel it cutting through you deeply.

Not being able to do what you love, and on top of that, not being able to spend time with the people you love, it's a shattering feeling that claws through your chest.

Which leaves you where you are now: in the car with the rest of the boys on your way to rehearsal.

You thought that maybe being back in the studio would relight the spark that made the 7 men drawn to you in the first place, but even the car ride there felt cold and almost uncomfortable.

•••

The atmosphere changes the moment you step foot in the studio. It feels lighter, somehow. You don't know how to feel, not with the voice in your head insinuating that this lightness is because of Joanna; the guys are more at ease with Joanna than they are with you.

You usually hate being wrong: but now, you wish you could say the voice in your head was being irrational, yet you can't. Not when you turn around and see everyone besides Seokjin and Yoongi - who are off conversing to the side - gathered around Joanna, happily talking to her.

When did they stop looking at you like that?

Finally, she takes notice of your presence and makes her way over to you.

"Y/N, girly! Hey! Are you here to learn?"

You don't respond, confused as to what she's trying to ask you.

"Ya'know? Learn from the best! We've been so productive with this number."

She responds like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you almost feel offended at what she's insinuating.

"Oh, um- I'm here to see what the guys have done."

Joanna blinks at you, as if your answer threw her off, before continuing.

"Oh. Ok then. Cool! And are the boys cool with that?"

You can tell, she wants this to sound passive aggressive. Kind on the surface, but a clear jab at your insecurities.

Jungkook quickly cuts in;

"Of course. Why wouldn't we be cool with that?"

Joanna stutters through her response, being caught off guard by Jungkook as she thought no one had heard her remark.

"Oh! I don't know, you might get distracted? You know?"

"We'll be fine."

This time it's Jin who answers, and even if it's a little selfish, you're glad that his tone towards Joanna is automatically cold.

"Okay thennnn!"

She turns to you:

"But if you start being a distraction I'll have to ask you to step out. Heh, step out. That's funny."

She giggles at her little joke (at your expense), and makes her way into the practice room.

Rehearsal continues as usual, and you feel a bit lighter as the boys all make jokes and include you while they stretch and warm up.

They start to run through the choreography, and your heart swells with pride seeing them dance; all their hard work really does pay off.

As much as you wish to get up and dance with them, or even get up at all, you know you can't. But just seeing them perform will do.

Once they finish, you start to clap and Jimin and Jungkook turn towards you with a playful vow.

"Its looking really good guys!"

All of the boys respond with a 'thank you' and a smile.

"I do have a couple pointers about some things I noticed-"

"Okay, let's run it again!" Before you could finish your sentence you're cut off by Joanna's squeaky voice.

Thankfully, Hoseok cares about what you have to say, and the rest seem to agree as well.

"Wait, I wanna hear what Y/N had to say."

"Yeah! It's felt weird learning a brand new number and not having any of your input on it."

"Y/N, go on." Seokjin is the one who speaks last, and the look in his eyes tell you that things will be alright.

"Ok, so first thing make sure you guys are agreeing on your directions, make sure that it's either a complete diagonal or if its a slanted move so you all move the same direction-"

"Oh yeah, I explained that to them already, they know." You're once again cut off by Joanna.

You use this as a chance to tease the boys, as you always normally.

"Oh, then why are y'all making that mistake huh?" Your tone is playful, and you see Hoseok step towards you with all the intent of playing along, when a gasp coming from your right stops you both.

"Did you come in here just to criticize?"

Of course it's Joanna.

"Wha- no. I was just teasing them. The dance looks grea-"

"I told you you were gonna distract them, and what did I say I was gonna do if you got them unfocused?"

"I didn't mean to, I was just giving pointers-"

"I've been teaching them for the last few weeks, I know what they need to focus on right now."

"But I know that it can look cleaner than it did right now."

"Well this is my choreography! I know what's best! You don't get to come in here and just start shitting on my work because what? You're jealous?! You think you're better than everyone else?!"

You're taken aback when Joanna starts to scream at you, so much so that you try to step back, completely forgetting that one of your feet is injured.

As you place your foot down, a soaring pain strikes from your foot all the way to your thigh. A sob escapes you and that's when Jin's protective nature kicks in full force.

In the blink of an eye, he's crouching next to you and picking you up while everyone else in the rooms stands frozen in place.

The ice is shattered when a wail comes from somewhere else in the room: it's Joanna.

Everyone's head whips to her direction, but for very different reasons.

Jin, for one, is beyond disbelief that she'd go as low as fake crying to get the attention back on her.

The rest of the guys seemed concerned, but not because of her. Rather because they just saw her true colors, how Jin was right, how they'd neglected you.

Seokjin picks you up and rushes out the door, leaving everyone else in the room frozen.

•••

You don't really process anything that happens afterwards. You just know Seokjin is with you as you go to the doctor to get your foot checked out, and that's enough to push you into a state where you know you can space out.

You couldn't comprehend it, how you were hurt and the rest of them weren't there.

Did they even care you were hurt?

It didn't make sense, that you were asking yourself this. When had things gotten this bad? How could they have let thing get this bad? It left you aching more than your injury, and you think that shouldn't even be possible.

When you get home, you find all the boys kitchen, a mess everywhere -much to Jin's despair- attempting to decorate what you assume is a cake. They're all focused to the point where they didn't hear you come in, and if they did, they're really good at acting like they didn't. You want to hide in your room, maybe ask Jin to hide with you, play into their ignorance, but the petty part in you is much quicker.

"Joanna doesn't like cake."

You speak without thinking about it first, and it's clear that none of them were expecting a comment like that, not even Jin, because their heads whip around instantly to you.

You panic for a little, thinking they'll get mad, but Hoseok and Yoongi start laughing at Namjoon's terrified face, at the maknae line looking like they're deer in headlights, and at Jin's round eyes.

Before you know it, They're all running up to you, and Seokjin has to grab you by the waist to make sure they don't knock you over.

They all speak at once, and you can only make out some things like "are you okay? what did the doctor say? im sorry." What cuts through all the rambling is Namjoon's smooth voice, sounding a bit exasperated as he speaks: "The cake is for you Y/N. We were making the cake for you."

Oh.

"Joon! You ruined the surprise!" Jimin stomps his feet, but you know he's not actually upset.

"Well we couldn't just let her think that we were baking a cake for fuckin Joanna!" Namjoon defends himself.

Yoongi steps in front of the two and turns to you, "It was supposed to be a 'Surprise / I'm sorry / We love you / Get well soon' cake but you got here before we finished."

His genuinely dejected demeanor makes you giggle, he looks like a sad cat.

"It's okay-"

"No it's not. Cake or not, we're all really sorry- hold on, we should sit down for this." Jungkook grabs your hand and leads you to the couch, the rest following suit.

You all sit in silence for a second before Hoseok speaks up:

"Well I guess I'll start." He sits up a little straighter so he's facing you directly, and you feel nerves run through you: was he upset? Was he going to scold you?

The guys seem to notice how you tense up, because Hoseok's face falls a into a small frown, while Jungkook scoots closer to you and Jin places a hand on your thigh.

"Y/N, I am so so sorry for the way we've been acting, and the way we haven't been acting. You got hurt under our watch, we should be the ones taking care of you, no questions asked, and we've failed to do that. There's really no excuse for how inattentive we've been. In our heads, or at least my head, I didn't really see you all day, so I thought that everything was okay because I still got to wake up to you, I still got to come home and feel comfortable knowing that you were here: we had your company. But I failed to return that company, we all failed to give you the bare minimum, and I truly am so sorry."

For the time you've know Hoseok, you've only seen him cry once or twice, so when you see tears start to fall from his eyes, it shakes you up and down. Before you can go console him, Jimin speaks up from where he sits beside Hoseok.

"Hobi's right, Y/N. We didn't pay you enough attention. We were too worried about ourselves to consider how our actions looked to you. The whole thing with Joanna, we did spend a lot of time with her, but even then, all we did was talk about you. Not in a bad way, obviously, but you just always came up in conversation. I don't know why I thought that talking about you would translate as 'we're still giving you our attention' as if you could read our thoughts or something. But again, we were selfish and careless, and I can't apologize enough for how we acted."

You appreciate Jimin's attempt at lightening up the mood, and you appreciate his words overall.

The next hour goes by in the same manner. The boys apologize one by one, not to just you, but to Seokjin as well, and before you know it, there's no one in the room that isn't crying, all of you a teary and snotty mess.

"We love you so much, Y/N. Please let us make it up to you. I love you so much." Yoongi's the last one to speak, and he finishes while walking up to you and bowing at your feet.

The rest of the guys join him, even Seokjin, and you don't know what else to do except throw yourself on the floor with all of them and cry.

The night ends with all of you cuddled up on the floor, until Namjoon and Jin make you all get up so you could go lay down properly.

They guys don't let you walk, no, Jungkook carries you while Taehyung and Jimin squish at his side in an attempt to stay close to you.

You all manage to squeeze into a single bed with you in the middle, hands everywhere trying to keep you close.

You feel warmer than you have in weeks, and meanwhile the guys do have a lot to make up for, with arms wrapped around you and sweet nothings floating in the room, you think this is a great start.

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Beyond the Sea | Luke Castellan | III

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Unclaimed Poseidon Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn flashbacks, established relationship present day, Gods being terrible parents

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“Luke.” You whispered, trying not to wake any of the other campers. “You awake?”

“Yeah,” He whispered back. “You okay?”

You had been at Camp for a few months now and Luke was already accustomed to being woken up from you jolting out of bed after a nightmare. He joked that some mornings he would nearly be thrown out of the top bunk.

“I didn;t have a nightmare, I just can’t sleep.” Your voice trailed off at the end. Within a second Luke was out of the top bunk, his feet hitting the hard wood made a loud sound that made you jump.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. You sat up in the bed and he came to sit next to you.

“I just-” You started but struggled to find the words. “I don’t think I’ll be claimed.” After your few weeks at camp the topic of being claimed felt taboo, like everyone was thinking the same thing and nobody wanted to say it.

“You don’t know that.” He shook his head. “I knew a girl who got claimed after being here for almost a year. It can take time.”

“I’m tired of waiting.” You were too afraid to say anything negative about the gods while in one of their cabins. Especially the messenger god. “I just feel really alone.”

Luke didn’t say anything, he wrapped one arm around your shoulders and the other at the side of your head and pulled you into a hug.

When you woke up Percy was still asleep, you normally didn’t take too much to the new kids but you liked this one. You would be the first one to admit that you were jealous of the new arrivals seeing as most of them would be claimed within weeks. There was no point in becoming buddy-buddy with someone who would go off and get so wrapped up in their new siblings and godly parent that they forget all about you. Three years of radio silence from the gods had made you a little bitter. Luke would argue that maybe it was more than a little.

“I’m gonna take Percy around camp today,” Luke was slouched against the pillow in your bed. He grabbed one of his shoes and forcefully put it on. “Wanna come?”

“Get your shoes off of my bed.” You shoved his leg off the side of the bed, forcing him to sit up next to you. “And I’ll pass, Annabeth and I are gonna talk capture the flag.”

“Oh come on I thought you liked him?” Luke always tried to get you to join him but talking about nothing but getting claimed for 3 hours wasn’t your idea of fun.

“Not that much.” Before Luke could respond Percy sat up from his spot on the floor with a jolt. You had been asking Charlie Beckendorf, a Hephaestus camper, to make more bed frames for the cabin for months but it kept falling to the bottom of his priority list. Over the past few years the amount of kids in the Hermes cabin has grown faster than you could accommodate.

“You okay?” Luke asked as he rose to his feet.

“Super.” Percy groaned as he pulled himself off of the ground.

“We all have them, you know.” Luke was always the first to comfort new campers. “Intense, recurring nightmares. That's normal here. And the daydreams, and the ADHD, and dyslexia. Demigods just process reality differently than humans do. For the first time in your life, you're just like everyone else.”

“So are you also…” Percy said slowly. “Do you not know who your-”

“Am I unclaimed?” Luke finished for him. He glanced over at you instinctually. “No, Hermes is my father.” Like always mentioning Hermes made Luke stand up straighter. “That doesn't matter, we're all on the same team here.”

“I’m unclaimed.” You told Percy. “I’ve been here for 3 years.”

“Why is that okay?” He was talking directly to you now. “Why do they get to bring us here to just ignore some of us?”

“I’ve been asking myself that since the day I got here.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, he sounded exactly like you. “I get how you’re feeling but no matter what happens you’re gonna be fine.”

“Spend too much time trying to figure out why the gods do whatever it is they do, you'll drive yourself crazy.” Luke warned. “Sooner you stop worrying about that, the sooner you can enjoy what this place actually does offer.”

“And what's that?” Percy asked.

“Glory.” Luke smirked. “Demigods have always fought for glory. They used to call it kleos. It's like this stuff that attaches itself to your name. Makes it bigger, scarier, more important. People listen closer when you talk, they work harder to be your friend and they think twice about messing with you.” Before Luke could finish Clarisse passed by bumping Percy in the shoulder.

“Hey!” Percy exclaimed, causing Clarisse to quickly turn around and push him down to the ground.

“Woah!” Luke stepped up to Clarisse. “Hey. Knock it off, Clarisse. It's like his first day, come on.” You grabbed Percy’s arm and helped him up off the ground.

“Wait, so this is the kid who killed the Minotaur.” She had a devilish smile on her face. “Is that right?”

“Yeah?” Percy said cautiously.

“I'll bet. Look, you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes.” Clarisse made a fake lunge for him, causing Percy to jump.

“Clarisse, let it go.” You chimed in. She glanced at you for a moment before turning away with her friends. You and Clarisse weren’t friends exactly, she wasn’t friends with anyone outside of her cabin, especially not an unclaimed kid, but you weren’t enemies. You got along well enough, you would spar together, you mutually respected each other. Every once in a while you might even have a few laughs at the campfire.

“Well, she seems nice.” Percy said flatly.

“Ares kids.” Luke sighed. “They come by it honestly.”

“Maybe she’ll grow on you.” You shrugged. “I kinda like her, then again she doesn’t bother me.”

“Why don't they mess with you?” Percy asked Luke.

“They know better.” Luke said proudly.

“Luke's the strongest swordsman at camp.” Chris explained.

“I’m second.” You chimed in. “For the record.”

“So, they leave you alone because ‘glory’?” Percy asked and Luke nodded. “So if I get glory, Clarisse wouldn't mess with me either?”

“Exactly.”

“And people think I'm a big deal?”

“Well, sorta, but-” Luke started.

“I don’t know about all that.” You said

“And my dad's got no choice but to claim me.” Percy finished. You and Luke sighed and looked at eachother. You understood his eagerness to be seen.

“You can't force the gods to do anything.” Luke told Percy gently.

“Believe me, I’d know. I tried.” You added.

“Well, yeah, but... it would make it harder for him to pretend I don't exist, right?”

“It’s worth a shot.” You shrugged.

“It is?” Luke swiveled to look at you.

“I mean it couldn’t hurt.” You just wanted to give the poor kid some hope.

“Great.” Percy perked up. “Where do we start?”

When you had nightmares you knew you were in a dream but that didn’t make it any less scary. You were on a beach, it was dark, the sky shades of purple and blue. There were storms; the waves were five times higher than your head. You were alone, the beach extended as far as your eyes could see. With nothing else to do you began walking down the beach. With every step your feet became heavier- wait, no- you were sinking. The sand was vibrating causing you to sink further and further into it. You were struggling to try to pull your feet out of the sand until you heard voices that made you freeze. Luke. Then Annabeth. Grover. Clarisse. And a young boy's voice that you didn’t recognize. You could make out each of their voices but not what they were saying. Their voices were frantic, they were calling for help, they were in danger. You fought harder but it only made you sink faster.

“Luke!” You screamed out just as your head went beneath the sand.

You woke up with a jolt gasping for air, panting, and drenched in sweat. You peered to the bunk above you to see if you had woken Luke but there was no movement. You pulled yourself out of bed as quietly as possible to not wake anyone. You debated waking Luke but decided against it. You slipped your shoes on and grabbed a jacket that you kept by your bed. As quietly as you could you tiptoed across the cabin and out the front door. You went out the door past the Hephaestus cabin, then Apollo, Ares, then Poseidon. Just as you were about to pass the mess hall a voice erupted from the silence of the night.

“Where do you think you’re going?” It was Luke.

“Oh my gods, Luke.” You nearly doubled over with shock. “You didn’t have to sneak up on me.”

“Why are you out here?” He came close to you, placing his hands on the sides of your arms. “It’s the middle of the night. It’s freezing.”

“I- I had another nightmare.”

“The same one?” He asked and you nodded. You had been at camp for almost a year now and had been having the same dream for almost six months. “Why are you out here?”

“I just needed fresh air, I guess.” You crossed your arms over your chest, honestly you didn’t know why you were out here.

Luke gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Okay let’s walk then.”

You and Luke walked together quietly for a while. You walked through the woods until you reached the Long Island sound. It was the same beach as the one in your dream but even in the dead of night it wasn’t as cold, as scary as it was in your dreams. Sometimes after a particularly bad night you would come here to remind yourself that it was just a dream. This was the first time Luke had come with you to the beach and it gave you much more comfort.

“This isn’t your first time out here is it?” Luke glanced at you with a smile, he knew the answer.

“No,” You chuckled. “I guess I find it relaxing.”

The two of you found a place to sit on the sand just above the tide. Luke sat to your left, your shoulders touching trying to conserve the little warmth between you. There was a silence between you that felt safe and comfortable. You rested your head on Luke’s shoulder and he rested his head against yours. You felt something cold touch the side of your hand and looked down to see Luke's hand inching closer to yours. It felt like you were moving in slow motion but eventually Luke had your hand clasped in his. You and Luke had always had a special relationship. From the second he found you in the cave and pulled you into his lap you were bonded. He gave you his bunk when you came to camp. Showed you around and always stayed at your side. Listened to you grovel about not being claimed day in and day out. You had hugged before but never held hands and it never felt like this before.

“You’re not alone.” Luke whispered to you. The sound of the waves and Luke’s voice were music to your ears. You were entranced, Luke was so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon providing just enough light to bounce off of the water and reflect onto Lukes face. The light made his brown eyes glitter. You had never looked at Luke this way before. You were so close and millimeter by millimeter you were getting closer and closer-

“Oh!” You both exclaimed as the freezing cold water of the tide splashed up on you both, soaking you in sea water. Each of you rose to your feet eagerly running from the water before doubling over in laughter.

“Oh, that’s freezing!” You cried out through your laughs. When you finally caught your breath Luke was in front of you staring down at you seriously. “What is it?”

“I mean it,” He was breathing heavily. “You’re not alone here.”

“I know Luke,” You nodded. “But-,” Luke cocked his head, unsure of what else you had to say.

“I’ve been alone my whole life Luke. No parents, no family. Camp was where I was supposed to find that. But my parent couldn’t care less that I even exist.” You rambled.

“I know that you’re upset-” Luke tried but you cut him off.

“I’m not upset Luke. I’m angry!” You shouted. You felt your face turn hot with anger, your heart beat fast. “I’m furious that they would abandon me-”

“Y/n-” Luke tried but you kept going.”

“They would humiliate me, over and over. My entire life!” You were fuming, your blood boiling.

“Y/n!” He shouted.

“What!” You yelled back. Just now you realized that Luke wasn’t looking at you. He was looking behind you. You turned around to see a massive wave, 30 feet high, suspended behind you. Your anger turned to confusion and just as it did the wave came crashing down at your feet, returning to the sea like it was never there.

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cheolaholic · 2 years ago

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ring of love; csc (04)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n; so… i missed out my upload timing for the past few weeks… i got so busy with going to dance lessons, going to cupsleeve and kpop dance events and job hunting 😵👊🏻 but now that i've calmed myself down, we're back to uploading !!

smol edit: realised i forgot to add the taglist at the end hsjcndksn

when you started middle school, coincidentally you attended the same one where seungcheol is a high school senior. it eased your anxiety, but it lingered and seungcheol took notice as he walked beside you. “first day of school anxiety kicking in?” he asked, throwing an arm over your shoulder, “don’t overthink it, alright?

“but-”

“i’m here, pup. but, remember that you need to stand up for yourself too, alright?”

nodding your head, seungcheol smiles as he gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “and if anyone decides to pick on you while i’m not around, just remember what i taught you, okay?”

“okay.”

over the past few months, before the school year started, seungcheol had offered to teach you a few self defence moves, alongside some sparring moves. your parents were worried when they saw you spar with seungcheol, seeing how the older boy had flipped you onto the cushioned mat of the studio. but, the boy assured them he was teaching you all this so that you’re able to defend yourself in the event he isn’t there with you.

“but, won’t she be all bruised up from all this?” your mother asked.

“mom, i’ll be fine,” you reassured her as seungcheol pulled you up onto your feet, “i need to be a big girl!”

as you both reached the gates of the school, seungcheol arm left your shoulder as he shoved both his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“ready for your first day, pup?”

you didn’t like it here.

everyone was staring at you as you sat in your seat, causing your anxiety to spike. or maybe it’s all in your head and it’s just the imaginary audience kicking in. either way, it doesn’t ease the summersaults that were performing in your stomach.

when the school day started and the teacher had you introduce yourself to the class, you can only hope that lunch break arrives sooner so you can go find seungcheol - to which you did as soon as the lunch bell rang.

you ran up the stairs of the other school building, trying your best to ignore the possible stares from the upperclassmen - you just need needed seungcheol right now

when you reached the floor, a few upperclassmen that were standing in the hallway turned to look at you - and you froze.

as the staring continued, you took a few steps back, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt while tears began to well up in your eyes and your breathing quickened.

maybe it was a bad idea to come to this building. maybe it was a bad idea to look for suengcheol. maybe-

“pup?”

your head shot up, coming face to face with a concerned seungcheol. “pup, what happened?” seungcheol asked, placing a hand on your head, lightly petting it in an attempt to calm you down. you wanted to answer him, tell him what was wrong, tell him that the unfamiliar environment was spiking your anxiety.

but, you couldn’t.

“yo, seungcheol,” another student appeared next to the boy, slinging a hand over his shoulder. “who’s this cutie?”

when the student looked at you, seungcheol heard your breath hitch and at that moment, he only had one objective in mind.

getting you to a quieter and less crowded area.

“sorry, baekho,” seungcheol spoke as he gave the boy an apologetic smile, “i’ll be eating lunch with ___ today.”

he then leads you out of the building, his hand holding yours as he brings you to the track field of the school. sitting you down on one of the bleachers, he tells you he’ll get some food for the both of you and that he’ll be back soon. as you sat on the bleacher, you continued to fidget with the hem of your skirt.

minutes went by and you felt your breathing steady, seungcheol had returned with a bottle of water and two lunchboxes. you both ate in silence, the older boy occasionally gazing over to check up on you. when you set the now empty lunchbox aside, seungcheol lightly rubs your back.

"feeling better, pup?" he asked in a soft voice, "is it still bad? do you want to go home?"

you shook your head. “come on, pup,” he spoke again, “i need you to talk to me. i may be able to know how you feel, but i’m not a mindreader. i can’t figure out what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

“i-it’s… i-i don’t know…” you couldn’t form words. you can’t help but feel pathetic - being so dependent on seungcheol that you can’t go a mere half day in a new environment without his presence beside you.

seungcheol lets out a small hum as he leans on his hands, looking up at the sky, thinking.

a few minutes later, he sat back up straight, his expression telling that he’s got an idea.

the older boy took off his nametag and took your hand, placing it in your palm.

“here, take this. you have a pattern of needing emotional support items.”

you stared at the nametag and looked at him, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

he chuckled at your response, his hand moving to pat your head.

“you depended on your strawberry pillow throughout kindergarten, your unicorn water bottle throughout elementary.”

your face flushed in embarrassment as seungcheol mentioned your unicorn water bottle.

it was a gift your grandparents had gifted you at the start of your elementary school year and you refused to part ways with it until you reached the age where bright, flashy unicorn water bottles don’t really appeal to you anymore. but, it still held a special place in your heart.

“but, won’t you get in trouble for not having a nametag?” you asked him, worried about the disciplinary actions he’d have to face since it was part of the dress code.

seungcheol shrugged, “i keep an extra in my bag, so it’s no problem.”

he then checked the time on his wristwatch.

“come on, pup. i’ll walk you back to the building and meet you at the gates after class, okay?”

“okay.”

as you both walked, you felt butterflies in your stomach from seungcheol’s kind gestures.

“hey, cheollie..?”

“yea?”

“thank you.”

“anything for you, pup.”

it wasn’t unusual for you to be a target of bullying in the school, considering how close you were to seungcheol - it was something a lot of the girls, both lowerclassmen and upperclassmen, did not take a liking to.

it also wasn’t unusual for seungcheol to do his best to protect you.

do his best as in, try to always be there but most of the time he can’t as he might have basketball practice or his friends dragged him away before he was able to head over to where you were.

and unfortunately, today was one of those ‘most of the time’ days.

“just because seungcheol lets you cling onto him, means he’ll want to date you,” the upperclassmen girl spoke as she slams you against the locker, her hand holding a tight grip on your shoulder while your back stings from the harsh impact against the metal object. “who do you even think you are to always show up at our building?”

the other students crowd around you and the upperclassmen, curious and of course, nosy as to what the ‘confrontation’ is all about.

“hey,” she gritted out, pulling and slamming you against the locker once again, a soft whimper escaping your lips, “are you deaf or something? i’m talking to you!”

seungcheol… please… please help me…

an audible slap noise was heard - a burning sensation was felt on your right cheek while the other students gasped.

“i said, i’m talking to you! do you not know how to answer!?”

you don’t remember what exactly happened, but you do remember reaching your limit and fighting back. when you pushed the upperclassman away, glaring at her while telling her to stop picking on you just because she was jealous you were close to seungcheol, she decided to go rougher.

shoving you against the locker once again, she pulled at your hair and her grip was so tight, you could feel a few strands of hair being pulled out.

“say that again,” she hissed, eyes full of anger, “fucking say that one more time…”

"i said stop it!" you cried out, pushing at her to try and get her off you. "it's not my fault i'm close friends with seungcheol! and what makes you think he'll like you when this is how you act!?"

"why you little-"

"get your fucking hands off her!"

you felt the upperclassman get pulled away, a pair of hands coming to cup your face and lift up your head.

your tear filled eyes met seungcheol's that were filled with anger and worry. "___, are you hurt anywhere?" he asked, one hand brushing the strands of hair away from your face.

“s-seungcheol…”

turning around to face the girl, anyone close enough to the front or center, could see the fury on seungcheol’s face. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing, heemin?”

“i-it’s not what it looks like!”

“not what it looks like? are you fucking kidding me!?”

“i don’t like how she’s always with you! is that wrong!?”

“yes! ___ did nothing wrong and yet you’re assaulting her, all because you’ve decided to have this weird claim on me!”

seungcheol felt you grab his blazer, tugging on it a few times - a silent beg for him to stop and get you away from the area.

taking a deep breath to calm himself down, seungcheol spoke up in a deep, calm yet intimidating tone, “if anyone lays a finger, even on one single hair on ___, you all answer to me.” he then grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the crowd. as he lead you away from the area, you quietly called out his name.

“yea?”

“i’m sorry you have to always save me…”

seungcheol stopped in his tracks, frowning as he turns to look at you. “what’s there to be sorry about, ___?”

“aren’t you tired of having to come and defend me from messes like these?”

“___, i care about you. i would rather die than know you’re being bullied, but decided to just sit on it.”

it felt odd to have someone other than your parents care for you. and it doesn’t really help your growing feelings towards the older male in front of you.

seungcheol took a step forward, cupping your face and tilts your head up to meet his eyes.

“look at me, pup. do you trust me?”

sniffling as you nod your head and seungcheol felt his heart sank as he sees your tears escape your eyes. wiping away your tears with his thumb, he gives you a gentle smile.

“then trust me when i say, as long as i’m here, no-one can hurt you.”

you remembered how you met your first and probably only friend in middle school. it was right after summer break when your homeroom teacher announced a new transfer student. however, you weren’t paying attention; just staring out the window, wondering when the school day would be over.

it was during lunch break, as you were about to go find seungcheol that the new transfer student approached you.

“hi!” she greeted cheerfully, glancing at your nametag, “___, right?”

you looked up at her with a blank look, her looking back at you with a bright smile. when you nod your head, she reaches out a hand and introduces herself. “i’m aki, kim aki! i’m your new classmate!”

“nice to meet you, aki.” you responded in a soft voice.

“do you want to have lunch together?”

her question caught you off guard. someone wanted to eat with you?

aki looks at you with a smile on her face, waiting for your answer. too scared to reject her, you nodded your head and her smile widened.

“great!”

cheollie: pup, i got dragged away by baekho

cheollie: something about needing me to be his wingman

puppy: oh...

puppy: well, the new girl asked me to join her for lunch

puppy: so i guess it’s fine?

cheollie: oh?

cheollie: is my puppy finally going to have a new friend?

cheollie: i’m so proud

puppy: wow, you’re dramatic

cheollie: don’t scare her off, okay?

puppy: what is that supposed to mean?

cheollie: pup, have you seen your resting face?

puppy: …

puppy: i hate you

cheollie: take care, alright?

cheollie: i’ll see you at the gates when school is over

puppy: alright

“i heard you’re very close to one of the upperclassmen,” aki said casually as she takes a bite out of her rice ball, not noticing how you tensed up. “what was his name again? choi seungjoo? seungchae?”

“...seungcheol…” you corrected her, your voice quiet, “his name is seungcheol…”

aki notices your tense demeanour and immediately assures you that it’s not what you were thinking. “i’m just curious. i was told by a few people to stay away or that if i were to ‘chase after seungcheol’, you’d be an obstacle i’d have to overcome.” she laughs it off and leans forward a little, lowering her voice a little. “you don’t have to worry, though~ between you and me, i think you and him look cute together.” when aki notices the faint blush that paints your cheeks afterwards, a grin spreads across her lips. “i knew it! don’t worry, i won’t tell~”

instead of feeling uneasy, you felt… comforted by aki’s presence.

maybe having another friend might not be such a bad thing after all.

one thing you’ve come to realise about aki as the friendship blossomed is that she is the complete opposite of you - both of you would be the typical extrovert-introvert duo dynamic. in contrast to you spending your weekends staying at home either reading your books or just surfing the web, aki would be spending her weekends going to the city parts in daegu shopping, cafe-hopping; even busking as revealed during one of her visits to your home, she enjoys singing and occasionally busks with the buskers she befriended.

she also dresses differently where her clothes just showed her personality - colourful, patterns, accessories and different shoes for each outfit. whereas you preferred to dress simple - until one weekend, aki had dragged you out to myeongdong (with seungcheol tagging along since your parents had tasked him to watch over you girls and he had a driving licence to drive the three of you to and from).

seungcheol watched quietly as aki dressed you up during the shopping spree, occasionally complimenting you whenever aki finished and needed a third opinion. by the end of the weekend, you had a whole new wardrobe and an entire collection of makeup which aki would both teach and help you out with.

“um, are you sure that stuff will wash off?” your voice filled with uncertainty as you watch the small tube of glittering liquid she calls an ‘eye glitter’. “babes, i’ve put this on my eyes thousands of time so, trust me when i say this is safe and washes off.” aki assures you as she starts applying it onto your eyelid.

instructing you to keep your eyes closed, she began to use a hand fan to fan at your face to dry the substance. “how are you so good at makeup at thirteen?” you can’t help but ask. in your eyes, aki’s makeup talents was up to par with those makeup artists for models and idols. when you feel the fanning stop, you open your eyes and aki had the biggest grin on her face.

“my mom is a model and my dad is her makeup artist! so everything i know, i learnt from them and a couple of youtube videos!”

“whoa… is that how they met?”

“yeap! mom had a gig in japan, dad was the makeup artist the company hired and it was love at first sight.”

swiping the lipstick applicator across your lips, aki’s grin widens as she grabs a mirror to how you the finished look. you looked at your reflection in awe, amazed by aki’s talents.

“oh! i also got something for you!”

digging through her bag, she pulled out a bracelet with a little black ghost charm, taking your hand and fastening it around your wrist. as you stared at the bracelet, she lifts one of her hands, revealing a similar bracelet but instead of black ghost charm, it was a white ghost charm.

“i was in the city the other day with my parents and saw these matching bracelets! the little ghosts are so cute, and look!” placing her hand next to yours, the ghost charms clink together, as if they’re holding their little ghost hands.

“they stick together! just like the both of us, best friends!”

her statement caught you off-guard.

you had given a thought to your friendship with aki. it was similar to the friendship you had with seungcheol, minus the crush, obviously. you had considered aki to be a close friend of yours, but you hadn’t expected her to call you her best friend. noticing your reaction, aki’s smile faltered a little and that was the first time you’ve seen a hint of sadness in her.

“do you… do you not like it..?” aki asks, her hand slowly pulling away from yours. “i-i’m sorry, i just… i just thought that…”

you immediately shook your head, hands flying to grab hers. “n-no! i do like it!” you rushed out, “i just… i just wasn’t expecting you to get me this… or even call me your best friend…”

aki blinks once.

then twice.

and proceeds to burst out laughing.

“why wouldn’t i?” aki questions, wrapping her arms around you, engulfing you in a tight hug. “sure, i have a few other friends to hang out with. but, neither of them share the same bond you and i share! i could maybe even top your friendship with seungcheol!”

“hey now, don’t go stealing my puppy.”

turning both your attention to the door of your room, you and aki come face to face with seungcheol, his figure leaning against your doorframe.

“your puppy?” aki gives you a teasing smile, noticing the blush on your face when the older male refers to you as his puppy. “i’d like to see you try and take ___ away from me!”

“you’re on, brat.”

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stxrr-strxckk · 10 months ago

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Anything fluff with quackity and fem reader 👀

A/N: first request! Hope you like this fic <3 Remember to like, follow, and reblog!

Clip it, chat!

(Quackity x fem!reader fluff)

synopsis: Alex decides to invite his girlfriend on stream, chat gets a little carried away.

Any warnings?: really crappy writing (not proofread) and even crappier spanish I'm sorry 😭 I don't know anything other the basics but I'm trying trust 🙏

What's on the record player?: Out of my league; Fitz and the Tantrums

"Hey, we're going live soon. You ready?"

I glanced up from my phone and smiled at Alex, my boyfriend of the past few months. Today, he was finally going to introduce me to his fans. "Yeah, let's do this!"

He grinned at me, turning to his computer and quickly opening twitch, readying his webcam. "Just say the word and we'll start, mi amor."

I straightened in my chair and smoothed the creases out of my shirt. It may have seemed stupid to care this much what random strangers on the internet thought, but it was serious to me.

Alex seemed to notice my nervous demeanor, and he placed a comforting hand on my knee.

"Hey, don't be nervous! They're gonna love you, princesa."

I nodded anxiously, trying my hardest to not be too nervous.

As the stream started, I watched dumbfounded as messages poured in from chat. He'd only started streaming a few moments ago and there were already thousands watching us.

"Hey everyone, I'm streaming today because there's someone very important I want to introduce to you all."

Alex grabbed my hand under the table, giving me a soft smile.

"This," he gestures to me, draping an arm over my shoulders, "is my girlfriend. Say hi, girlfriend!"

"Hi, girlfriend." I replied, stifling a giggle. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Nevermind, I'm taking you off this stream. Say bye, girlfriend!"

He pretended to push me out of frame, and I swatted his hands away as chats filled Alex's second monitor asking him to let me stay.

"What do we think, chat? Should she stay?" he asked, giving up on pushing me to instead read chat.

"Let me stay!" I add, laughing awkwardly. Alex turned back to me, smiling.

"Okay, we'll let her stay. For now." he added the last part, laughing. "Anyways chat, today we're going to be playing some roblox!"

"Ooh, can we play dress to impress?" I asked, giggling.

"We'll see, princesa."

The stream went on without a hitch, and by the end chat had already created a ship name for us.

"Okay, that's gonna be it for today. I'll probably stream sometime next week, and maybe we'll have our special guest come back again." Alex gave me a cheeky grin. "What do you say, mi amor?~"

"I don't know..." I pretended to be unsure, smiling lightly.

"Please? For me?" he asked, making puppy dog eyes.

"I'll think about it." I replied with a small smile.

Alex grinned, and I couldn't stop thinking about how cute he looked. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes lit up and grinned wider than ever.

Chat was wizzing by faster than ever, mostly messages about how cute we were as a couple.

"Chat, you need to clip this."

We ended stream soon after (much to the dismay of fans), and Alex looked over at me, smiling.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

I nodded. "Yeah. I'm glad they liked me."

"I told you they would," he hummed. "how could they not? You're perfect, mi amor."

I felt my cheeks heat up, and I smiled. "I love you, Alex."

"Yo quiero comer culo." he replied, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"So, do you think you'll let me back on stream anytime soon?" I asked.

"Of course, princesa."

a/n: first oneshot done! Please heart, follow, and reblog if you enjoyed loves <3

wordcount: 580

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blamemma · 5 months ago

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today i'm just overwhelmingly sad tbh, more than i have been since singapore. bc if stories are to believed, checo is about to leave and liam is next in line. nothing he has done has justified him getting the red bull seat and even despite that, daniel still has no in. and idk what happened there obviously but no matter how DONE daniel was, he really really wanted that seat and this has to be awful for him. i hate it here.

yeah, i'm right with you. i think a lot of people have found peace in the idea that they don't want daniel in that red bull seat anyway because red bull have shown their true colours, however he performed he would have been scrutinised, the cars becoming a midfield car anyway etc etc. and i'm happy for those people, because i do not know peace, that does not lie inside me at all. if ur of that opinion, i don't understand it, but i respect it.

you can laugh at this situation today really and go well, that's it. but fuck me i can't laugh. it makes me want to genuinely cry. it makes me want to scream and fucking shout because daniel never did anything wrong. he waited, and he performed, and he dragged that tractor to places it never should have gone. do i think daniel would have got points in qatar yesterday? no. but that's the point. that car is arse, especially in the straights, the strategy team just roll the dice and hope something sticks, and their shoving upgrades on that car that have done nothing miraculous for it. it was a losing battle in that car, but sometimes, daniel won. liam and yuki have done nothing more and nothing less. but what you would have had in daniel is a reliable pair of hands who would have performed well and wanted very similar things from max, in a year (2025) where the battle is going to be sO tight and that car needs to be perfect to be able to fight. i think the influx of rookies heading into f1 next year has made red bull feel safer. they think that they can put liam in that red bull because oh mercedes will have a rookie and lewis and charles will take points out of each other and mclaren will mclaren. they think they'll be safe. but they won't be.

this will forever be baffling to me. this will forever fucking suck. for as long as daniel stays silent (and i'm not saying we're owed anything blah blah blah, i'm just saying that his silence isn't conducive to any answers emerging) then it's always going to be a mountain of what if's and what could have been's and what went wrong. where did it all change. where did it go wrong.

i simply care too much to be able to forget about that seat. if i got a formula 1 breaking notification tomorrow that announced daniel for that seat i'd shed my first happy tears in months and i'd feel no shame about it. it was his dream. it's where he wanted to end his career. bottas, zhou, magnussen and idk maybe even fucking sergio if he gets his head out his arse, are all going to get respectful and warranted goodbyes next week. my guy had blake and fucking kym illman stalking him out the paddock. that's never going to feel conducive to peace for me. that's never going to feel okay for me. and if blondie does get that seat. that's going to be an even bigger kick in the teeth.

#anon #asks

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anexperimentallife · 3 months ago

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EDIT: EMERGENCY CANCELED!

Okay, now that I'm out of panic mode, this is doable! So while assistance is always appreciated, we can get by with what's in checking and the donations that have already come in! Our landlord is a friend and has agreed to wait on rent, groceries can go on credit cards, and we have enough in checking (just BARELY) to pay this month's credit card payments and phone bills. The cash we have on-hand should be enough for the necessities that are cash-only or that don't take foreign credit cards.

I keep reminding myself that this is just a DELAYED payment, not a skipped one.

So maybe the birthday party we promised El will even still happen, just be a few weeks late and be smaller than we'd hoped. We can tell her we wanted to do it between her birthday and my birthday, since both are in March. It also makes sense that we'd wait until I'm fully over this new round of Dengue. Which I can't go to the doctor for, since guess what else is cash only here unless you go to the hospital? But the main treatment for Dengue is to wait it out anyway.

Oh yeah, the whole Dengue thing? I got another mosquito bite, and of COURSE it had to be carrying Dengue Fever. But I'll be fine.

/EDIT

Just woke up to an email from the social security office at the Manila embassy saying my disabled ass won't get this month's social security payment until NEXT month, because even though the home office says they got the form (the one I have to fill out every five years) well before the stated deadline, "it can take several weeks for the form to be processed and scanned into the electronic record."

Fam, we cannot go an entire month with just what's in our bank account. Off the top of my head we'll need at least around $1,200 USD to make ends meet (partly because we're still paying off the debt from Eleanor's statelessness fiasco).

So yeah, if you can give us a hand, we'd appreciate it. We're using the same Paypal and KoFi links as when El was stateless (due to yet another bureaucratic screwup).

If you want it to be a loan instead of a give, let us know, and we can pay it back in a couple of months. And thank you so much!

(For those who don't know, we are a multiracial US family with a small daughter living in the Philippines because I predicted several years ago that the current problems in the US were coming. We'd be okay, except that we're still recovering financially from fixing a bureaucratic error that had left our daughter--born here--stateless.)

#mutual aid #uncle rob says stuff #rob says stuff

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tastyad4349 · 3 months ago

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In the self interest of seeing more of your delightful writing, and to, I hope, distract as you’ve asked for in the past. I have this idea.

I will brace myself for a public shaming should my idea be grammatically incorrect, and, worst of all, gross.

The idea is of a romantic candle light love making, that starts so tender, kissing each other’s tears away, that turns more passionate and desperate as the lovers can hardly contain towards the end. The kisses and perfect entwining catching fire and becoming legs wrapped around and moaning and holding closer and closer, that becomes catching their breath together and talking in the light of the near spent candles

With a possible twist of a tearful happy Mother’s Day. A couple who have tried for so long to conceive both wishing this to be the night they start their family and consoling each other in their passions

Respectfully,

- MLA

Well that flattery will get you far in life. And thank you for the distraction :) @my-lusty-archive

Absolutely no need for fear of public shaming, this is so sweet! Nothing gross about it. I'm going to put a little spin on it just cuz im feeling something but ill write you another if you dont like it, okay?

This came out longer than I thought it would.

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♡

You come home from work to find that I've set the dining room table with the fancy dinner plates and some unlit candles. We usually eat at the kitchen island or on the couch over a movie. Its not your birthday or mine, and its not our anniversary either. I come down the stairs wearing my robe and smile when I see you. "Hi baby" I say before walking up to you, putting one hand on your cheek and the other around the back of your head and kissing you deeply. When I pull away you ask "Our anniversary is next month, right? I didn't forget, did I?" I laugh and reply "Yes, it's next month.". You still look confused and ask "Did we hit the lottery?". I laugh again, "A girl can't spoil her husband a little bit just because?" before walking into the kitchen to take dinner off the stove, its a simple pasta primavera with garlic bread and I've made a raspberry cheesecake for desert, we'll see later if it came out any good though. You follow me into the kitchen to ask "Am I in trouble?" I turn to you and say "No, you're not. Please take this to the table and I'll grab some glasses and a bottle of wine."

You do as you're told and I follow you with the bottle and glasses in my hand and pour for each of us and light the candles. You make a point to pull my chair out for me and it makes me laugh again while I thank you. We're not these kinds of people but I'm having fun playing. I ask you about your day and you ask me about mine. I take a second helping and so do you. "I made a cheesecake for desert, but maybe we should wait a while. It's better the longer it has time to cool, anyways." I smile at you and lean back with my hands on my stomach, we both just ate more than usual but my cooking came out surprisingly well tonight. "You haven't touched your wine, should we make a toast?" You say, pouring yourself another glass. "I'm not really feeling wine tonight" I say, holding eye contact with you. "Okay, do you want me to get you a glass of water?" You ask, confused. "Im not sure if I'll be feeling wine for a while." I repeat, hands still on my stomach. "I'll get you some water." You go to stand "baby" I say, and you look at me. "It's literally right there, you should have something to drink." You gesture toward the kitchen. You're not getting it. "You don't know what today is, do you?" Now you look like you're going to get in trouble again.

"I had a suspicion last week so I took a test. Then I went to the doctor yesterday to make sure, I didn't want to get your hopes up just to let you down." You're staring at me like I have an equation on my face you're trying to solve. "Today *is* a holiday, it's never meant much to me before. I always thought it was bullshit and just made up by card companies to make money. But now I think I kinda like the idea of it." You're still staring at me and your eyes are going wild trying to figure out my not-so-subtle riddle. "It's mothers day, baby."

All the color in your face disappears and your mouth hangs open. You stare at me and I cant read your expression this time. "I'm 9 weeks, I thought I missed my period because of stress but apparently-" you're on me in a second. Your hands holding my face as you kiss me. Hard. Like I hold the air you need to breathe. You don't disconnect from me as you guide me to stand out of my chair and one arm finds itself around the small of my back, pulling me to you.

You finally disconnect to look into my eyes like you're waiting for a "just kidding!" that never comes. "I knew you looked even more beautiful than usual" you pander. "Shut up, get off me you fool." I say laughing as I paw at your chest to push you off of me. I walk away from you to stand a few feet away. Then I untie my robe to reveal the lacey set im wearing. I picked the one that I though most made me look pregnant. It's mostly dinner, though. My belly doesn't really look bigger at all, though I can't say the same for my tits that are spilling out. I pose with one hand on top of and one below my belly "you couldn't tell by how fat I've been getting?" I ask, pushing my belly out as far as I can for emphasis. Your face drops. You stare at me with absolutely no expression on your face whatsoever. Shit. Its a real thing that men can become deeply unattracted to their wives with pregnancy.

I suck my belly back in and start to grab at the sides of my robe to pull it closed but you stalk right up in front of me and pull my hands away. "Sorry" I say looking at your still unchanged expression.

You bend down and literally sweep me right off my feet. One arm under my knees and the other behind my shoulders, you carry me up the stairs and into the bedroom "fire safety!" I yell, the candles are still lit on the table. "This whole house can burn down around us for all I care, I'm fucking you right now." I feel my body go rigid, I love when you talk to me like this but it's not very often I see you so... feral.

You take us into the bedroom and I see you want to throw me on the bed but you pause and place me slowly instead. "Sorry, precious cargo" I laugh, hysterically as you step back from the bed and begin to unbutton your shirt. Your eyes never leave me as you do it. You unbutton your pants and remove them as well and then quickly after your boxers are gone and you're standing before me in all your glory, almost entirely erect.

"So I guess I dont have to be worried about you finding me unattractive like this" you look me dead in the eyes when you say "I didn't think it was possible to find you sexier than I did before, I was wrong." I push myself back on the bed and open my legs in front of you "care to prove it? Fast or slowly, whichever you prefer."

Its takes you about a half a second before you're on your knees in front of the bed and pulling off my panties. Then you're grabbing my inner thighs and pushing them open wider. You feast on me like a man starved and even though I watch it happen it still catches me off guard. You take three fingers and enter me, curling them as your tongue rolls around my clit. I'm cumming on your tongue faster than I probably ever have before. The room goes blurry and I'm seeing stars as I pant your name to the heavens.

I lay there on the bed, wrecked. When you stand up and start pumping yourself in front of me. "I needed to say thank you first, but now im going to take my time." I lift my head as my vision comes back and you climb on the bed between my legs, your arms on either side of me you kiss me again, deeply and I can still taste myself on you. My hands find either side of your face as I pull you in as close to me as possible. I also lift my leg up and hook around your ass, trying to pull my favorite part of you to me as well.

You pull out of our kiss to say "we're going slower now. I need you to feel what this means to me." Your voice is shallow as you look into my eyes. Then you get back up and pull me so my ass is at the side of the bed and you stand between my legs. You take my legs, one by one and put my ankles over your shoulders. You then take your cock and drag it up and down my folds, setting me shivering. You enter me, painfully slow and begin to rock into me. As you do you slowly bend down towards me, taking my legs with you and folding me like a pretzel. You reach behind my back to unclasp my bra and pull it off my arms and throw it behind you. You lean in again and kiss me slow and tender as you knead my breasts in your hands. They're more sensitive than they've ever been and it has me moaning into your mouth, breathless. You continue to roll your hips into me, and I can feel myself pulsing around you. You unexpectedly break our kiss and stand back up slowly, holding my legs in place as you go. Then you begin to thrust with a little more force.

With your arms around the outside of my legs to keep them in place, you place your hands below my belly button as you make your way deeper and deeper inside me. I see a tear escape and run down your face as you stare at your hands, right over where our baby grows. "Baby- " I say, pleading with you "it's real". We've been trying for almost two years before this finally happened. You look up at my face and its like you flicked a switch. Your hands stay over my womb as you begin to drive into me harder and harder, and thank the gods for it because I need this release. You rut into me faster while you move one of your hands lower so your thumb can reach my clit. You rub and pull and apply pressure in that special way that only you do and I am whimpering your name as you spill into me over and over again.

Once you've finished and I'm laying limp on the bed, you walk into the bathroom to clean yourself, then wet a rag that you come back in the bedroom to clean me up with. You then sit up in bed and reach down to hold my under my arms and pull me up next to you like a rag doll. I snuggle into your side and lay my head on your shoulder, looking up at you.

After a long silence i ask "So I take it you're pissed about the baby?" and your laughter booms into the room. Your arm that's behind me bends so that your hand massages my scalp and plays with my hair. While the other hand crosses over you to lay on my belly. "I've never been happier. Not even that time you sucked me off during our horror movie marathon." I slap your chest "So crass! There's a baby that can hear those words! You'll have to learn to watch your mouth." You laugh and kiss my temple. "Speaking of mouths, didn't you mention cheesecake earlier? I'm famished." I look up at you. "It's probably done setting in the fridge but you're going to have to go get it yourself, my legs are out-of-order for probably the next 3-5 business days." We lay together for another moment. "I'll go get it and feed it to you, how does that sound?". A smile grows on my face from ear to ear and I raise my eyebrows. "We gotta keep this baby as well fed as possible, so that sounds like a fantastic idea."

#breeding k1nk #preggo kink #preggophilia #pregnancy #spilled thoughts #impregnation kink #pregnant #rub my belly #pregblr #preg belly

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jackhues · 1 year ago

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this time around - angel's world

NOTE: this takes place during april/2024. if you'd like to be tagged in coming works, comment on this <3 also... i think updates on this are starting again now (maybe next part in a week idk)

this is a series/interactive au, so feel free to send in any ideas/requests/thoughts you have about this! angel's world au masterlist!!

PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE|| PART FOUR || PART FIVE || PART SIX - SMAU (COMING SOON)

verstappen!twin reader x mat barzal ,, f1xhockey

angel looked at the time, nervously playing with her dress.

it was almost five o'clock, which meant her dad was almost here. it'd been a few months since she began dating mathew, and besides max, no one in her family had met him.

the truth was, she was nervous.

she knew everyone would love mat, he was a great person. but her dad might not. he was a person who'd done... questionable things while raising her and her twin. and while she held no grudge against him for those things, mat wasn't his biggest fan.

angel could only hope no one caused a problem today.

"you alright?"

angel looked up at mat, a smile spreading on her face just at the sight of him.

"i'm great," she promised. "just nervous. please don't say anything about the things dad did-"

"i won't," he held her hands in his. "look, i know he wasn't a great person, and i know you're okay with the things that happened. i also know that i'm not okay with those things... but this is only the first time we're meeting. i'm not going to say anything stupid, i promise. i'll be a nice canadian boy for the night, promise."

angel smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "thank you. i know you don't like this, but it's... it's too hard explaining things to dad. he doesn't get it. so we just limit our time with him instead."

"well, it's something," mat shrugged to himself. at angel's look, he raised his hands in the air, "i'll behave. i promise."

"alright lovebirds," max entered the living room, "you ready for the biggest test of your life?"

"max," angel groaned.

"i'm joking, i'm joking," the older twin laughed. "he'll love mat, and if he doesn't, that's fine, because lewis already offered to walk you down the aisle in dad's place."

"max!" she groaned again.

"i'm just making sure everyone knows the options!" he responded.

before angel or mat could respond, the doorbell rang, casting a spell and freezing the trio in their places.

"let's hope he didn't hear that last comment," max muttered, breaking the silence. "i'll get the door."

"i'll get it," angel grabbed max's arm to hold him back.

he'd spent his entire life putting himself in their dad's view, keeping angel away from him and his anger... but they weren't little kids anymore. she could face him.

she slipped down the hallways and to the door, opening it before she could chicken out.

and there stood jos verstappen, nodding at the sight of angel. he didn't smile much, angel knew that. so the nod was his way of smiling... or at least that's what she told herself.

"hi dad," she greeted him, hugging him since she hadn't seen him in a while. "how have you been?"

"same old," her dad responded, entering her apartment and making his way to the living room. "too many races on the calendar this year, flying back and forth is hard."

angel was tempted to remind him that he didn't have to be present at every race, but she managed to keep her mouth shut.

they entered the living room together, and jos did a double take at the sight of mathew.

"this the boyfriend?" he asked simply.

"mathew barzal," mat came over to introduce himself.

jos shook his hand and introduced himself.

"here, have a seat," mathew made space for him on the couch.

max and angel exchanged a glance, slightly surprised that jos took a seat and continued the conversation.

"i never knew he was this polite," max whispered to his twin, and it took angel a second to realize he was referring to mat. "didn't he tell charles to drive his car off a cliff after he beat him at mario kart?"

"maybe it's the canadian in him," angel offered. "lance does similar things sometimes."

"it's so weird," max muttered.

"i know."

surprisingly, the rest of the night and dinner went on without a hitch, and when it was finally time for jos to leave, he even gave mat a hug. angel tensed, but mat patted his back as if the two were old friends.

"he's a good one, huh?" jos even said to angel before leaving. "i like him."

angel didn't know what to say, so she shut the door in his face.

she walked back to the living room, still trying to process her dad's words, when she noticed mat and max in deep conversation. mathew knew next to nothing about f1, and max knew next to nothing about hockey... they were from two different worlds.

and yet, they sat in angel's living room, conversing as if they'd known each other for years, as if they were friends who simply enjoyed each other's company.

and with a start, angel realized that she did indeed, choose a good one this time around.

#naqia writes!#angel's world! au #naqia's au's!#formula one racing #formula 1 #formula one x oc #formula one #formula one imagine #mathew barzal #mathew barzal imagine #mathew barzal x oc #new york islanders imagine

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lovemyloveallmine · 1 year ago

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09.It actually went well ?

Yn walked back and fourth anxiously in her makeup room. "Fuck my life I think am gonna die what if niki thinks am a weirdo ? Omg this is so embarrassing " She said to herself. After few mins her manager entered the room "Yn we need to go on set now niki is already there " he said. "Manager nim is it too late to go home now ?" Yn said with hope in eyes. Her manager just sighed. "Yn its gonna be okay. Just think this as your another shoot. I know you have anxiety but you're gonna be just fine trust me " He said with a small smile. Yn calmed down a little and said " But niki-" "NOTHING will happen. Be professional and think niki as just another person you're working with and you'll be fine". Yn wasn't convinced but still smiled a little " Thankyou ". " yeah yeah let's go now".

They reached the set when niki and his manager were standing. The moment yn saw niki she froze for a min. The manager say it and whispered "get it together yn". Yn came back to her senses and nodded. They both went forward and niki finally saw her. "Oh fuck she has gotten even prettier over these months". His manager nudged him and cleared his throat. Both the managers hugged each other leaving both the idols awkwardly. " Hello niki I am yn's manager and this is yn she will be mentoring with you in this show" said manager lee. Niki bowed and yn bowed back. " Hi, its nice to meet you" niki said with an awkward smile. "Same here" yn said trying to keep her cool. The managers shoot each knowing eyes and smiled nodding their head. Niki's manager cleared his throat and said "Its starting please pay attention they will call you on stage any second". The host of the show introduced the main judges and then the participants group by group. Then after finishing the last group he said " Its the time all of you had been waiting for. To mentor these participants we have two special guests who are the it dancers of 4th gen and are winning everyone's heart. Please welcome New jeans' Yn and enhypen's niki". Everyone cheered as both of them made their way to the stage. "Hello everyone this is niki from enhypen" Niki said bowing. "Hi everyone this is yn from new jeans" yn said bowing. The host clapped and said " For today you guys don't have to do anything, there's your seats you can sit there and judge the participants and let them know where they could improve or express how you felt about there performance". Both the idols thanked him and went to their assigned seats. Throughout the show they both focused on the performances sharing their views and giving advices to the participants.

After the show was over both we sitting together in the makeup room talking about certain things as they are no longer awkward with each other. "Wait how long have you been dancing tho ?" Niki said while sipping his americano. " Since I was 3 " yn said casually. "NO WAY ME TOO" Niki said putting his hand to do hi five. "WAIT FOR REAL ?" Yn said returning the hi five even though she obviously knew this information. "She's so cute trying to act like this is the first time she's hearing it" niki thought to himself smiling a little. Niki thought that maybe he should tell her that he knows yn is an engene. "Yn I wanted to tell you some-" "Lets go now" manager lee said cutting him off

and coming into the room. "We're leaving now ?" Yn said being a little sad. "Yes yn unfortunately because the show is over and you have a photoshoot right now" Manager said. "But niki was going to tell me something-" "I'll tell you later" niki said quickly. "Alright then" yn said. "bye bye niki see you next week" yn waved. Niki waved back "byeee yn !" with a smile.

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year ago

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Operation Keep Busy (Peter Anthology AU Pt. 3)

Pairing: Platonic! Peter Parker & Reader; Reader x Bucky (but that's not really plot relevant)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: none really except some mentions of death, they visit the cemetery

Genre: super fluffy minor angst

Summary: You happen to be the only person who still remembers Peter Parker exists and you are not about to hang him out to dry. So what happens when you take Peter in and basically become his guardian? Well- nothing is simple where super-teens are involved, but you and Peter can certainly handle whatever comes your way. Right?

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"Hey, kid, come here." Bucky stops Peter as he walks past the kitchen on the way out of your apartment.

"Hi Mr. Bucky. What's up? Did I do something? Are you going to yell at me?" Peter asks.

"Why would I yell at you?" Bucky frowns.

"Well you don't seem to like me very much so- I kinda just assumed that if you wanted to talk it couldn't be anything good." Peter shrugs.

"Oh. Just so we're clear, I don't- not like you or- Not the point. I need your help with something."

"You need my help?" Peter's eyes widen.

"Me and Y/n's anniversary is next week and I'll need your help distracting her for the afternoon while I set some things up." Bucky explains.

"You need me to distract her for a whole afternoon?! How am I supposed to do that?"

"Just a few hours. I think you can manage." Bucky shrugs.

"What if I can't?!"

"You're basically her surrogate child, you tell her you need her for quite literally anything and she'd drop whatever she's doing to help you. Just make something up that'll keep you busy for at least two hours."

"That's a long time Mr. Bucky." Peter frowns.

"You have a whole week. I'm sure you can come up with something." Bucky clasps Peter's shoulder as his form of encouragement.

"Like what?"

"Sorry kid that part's your job." Bucky shrugs. Peter lets out a huff through his nose.

"I'll do my best." He nods. He's not about to screw this up and make Mr. Bucky actually have a reason to not like him.

Bucky's lips gently caressing the back of your neck slowly pull you from your sleep this morning and you let out an appreciative hum at the feeling.

"Good morning baby." He says.

"Good morning indeed." You smile, turning in his arms to face him.

"Happy anniversary doll."

"Happy anniversary my love."

"I-" Bucky's interrupted by a timid knock on your bedroom door.

"Hey- y/n, can I come in?" Peter asks hesitantly.

"One moment Peter!" You call back.

"No tell him to go away." Bucky grumbles pulling you back against him when you move to get up.

"Don't be a child, if he's at the door first thing he obviously needs something. Plus what if he heard you? That's mean."

"There's no way he heard me." Bucky rolls his eyes.

"You don't know that." You pluck his forehead and roll out of bed. You quickly put on your robe and open the door to find Peter in the hall.

"Hi- good morning. Sorry if I woke you."

"You and I both know you know you didn't wake- nevermind. Good morning Peter. What's up?" You ask.

"Well... I was just wondering if maybe- canyougowithmetovisitauntMay?!" He rushes out so quickly you're not sure you heard it right.

"Huh? Say that again, slower this time please."

"I was wondering if you would go with me to visit Aunt May today. I haven't been in a few months and I feel really really bad about it but I don't have it in me to go by myself again, it's too hard but if I don't go today I won't be able to live with myself so I was really hoping you'd be able to come with me." Peter nervously twiddles his fingers as he speaks.

"I-" You glance briefly at Bucky still in your bed "Peter of course I'll go with you, sweetheart." You say.

"You will?"

"Absolutely. We can even hit up a florist first and pick out a special bouquet for her if you'd like."

"Thank you!" Peter almost tackles you in a hug and you wrap your arms around him, though taken aback. He's not the most touchy-feely kid.

"No problem honey. Go ahead and get dressed."

"Okay. I'll be quick!"

"No rush. I still have to make breakfast." You call after him as he darts down the hall.

"You're really going to spend our anniversary in a graveyard?!" Bucky scoffs.

"Not the whole of it. And instead of being dreadful about it, you could think about it as me spending our anniversary being there for the child I decided to take in when he needs me." You say. "Besides, it's a Tuesday, we can literally hit up any restaurant and go to dinner later we'll be fine."

"I had hoped to spend the day with you." He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back into bed with him.

"Oh and did this day together involve getting out of bed at some point?" You quip.

"Only after a few hours if I could help it." He litters kisses along your throat as he speaks.

"Oh so no different than any other day. Good to know." You chuckle. "Look I'm sure we won't spend the whole day at the cemetery, we can just go to dinner somewhere later this evening. It's a Tuesday we should have no issue getting a table at literally any restaurant we'd like to go to." You say.

"I guess." He sighs.

"Don't pout." You kiss his protruding lip with a chuckle. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Pancakes?"

"Alright. I'll leave some for you for whenever you get up." You tell him before going to your bathroom to get ready. You wash your face and brush your teeth and when you go back into your room to pick out clothes Bucky is still in bed. He quite enjoys an opportunity to lounge around when he gets the chance. You get dressed pretty quickly and head to the kitchen to make breakfast. Peter slides into the kitchen just as you finish making the pancakes and eggs.

"Ooo pancakes." He says.

"Help yourself." You tell him.

"Are you going to have some?"

"Yeah, I'm just getting some strawberries first." You say. You cut up the fruit and put it on a plate with two pancakes and a scoop of eggs.

"You made a lot."

"Some's for Bucky, whenever he gets out of bed. He's being a bit pouty right now." You shrug.

"Pouty? About what?" Peter asks.

"Oh just about me spending the afternoon with you. Don't worry about it, he'll be alright." You wave a hand dismissively.

"You're sure? I don't want him to hate me."

"Oh you have nothing to worry about there. The big scary thing is just an act he's such a softy. He'll deny it if you ask but it's true."

"If you say so." Peter frowns at his breakfast plate.

"You are so adorable." You chuckle. "Hon do not let that grumpy old man stress you out. You're a sweet kid, as long as he's not rude to you and vice versa don't panic about him 'liking you' he can't justify being a hater." You shrug.

"... Being a hater? Where did you learn that?"

"Peter I am not that old don't start." You point your fork at him. He puts his hands up in surrender and continues eating without another word. The two of you finish breakfast and are out of the apartment in the next half hour.

"Okay there's a florist a couple of blocks away if you want to hit that one, or we can find one closer to the cemetery if you'd like." You suggest as the two of you walk towards the subway.

"I think we should- find one near the cemetery." He says.

"That's fine. Let's just get on the train then." You say. Your ride isn't long maybe 15 minutes but tracking down a florist near the graveyard proves to be a much more difficult task. Or rather, Peter makes it a difficult task, for some reason he swears to know one 'not far' but after a ten minute walk you insist on checking your phone only to find he's had you walking in the exact opposite direction.

"You're not usually so bad with directions Peter, I have to say I'm surprised we ended up so off."

"Sorry I just- I think I'm distracted because of the whole- visiting May thing." He frowns.

"Oh honey- don't worry about it. Lucky for us it's the 21st century and everyone has a digital map in their pockets at all times." You say rubbing his shoulder. Eventually, you make it to the flower shop. Peter takes his time picking out flowers for his aunt, you help where you can but he seems to have a specific vision and you're happy to let him create to his satisfaction. It does take a while, you're in that flower shop for almost thirty minutes. When he's finished, you pay the florist and thank her as you leave.

"You ready kid?" You ask him before you reach the actual cemetery.

"Yeah- I've got this." He nods.

"Let's do this Pete." You turn the corner and follow Peter into the cemetery. It takes him no time at all to find his aunt's stone, there are some wilted flowers on it but otherwise, the area is pristine.

"Happy must've- he still comes here a lot." Petter mutters.

"Is that what stops you from coming?" You ask.

"No- not entirely. It doesn't make it easier. It just- reminds me how much of my life I don't- everything's changed."

"Yeah- nothing in the world could prepare you for the things you've endured. I can't imagine having some of those experiences at your age." You sigh.

"Thank you." Peter says after a moment of quiet.

"I mean it's pretty objectively crazy, you don't have to thank me for acknowledging it-"

"No. I mean thank you for being here. I think I'd be much worse off if you hadn't found me."

"Peter you are- scrappy. You're incredibly resilient I truly believe you'd be able to make it out of anything the world throws at you. But I'm more than happy to be around to help." You tell him. "Do you- want me to give you a moment?" You ask.

"No- you can stay. Please."

"Alright, but I'll step back a bit so I'm not eavesdropping." You say taking two steps back. You'll still be able to hear him if you listen but you'll do your best not to because you're just here for support. He talks for some time. You make a point not to listen so you don't know what all about but you stand nearby for support while he does. When he's done, he sets the flowers down and turns to you.

"Do you want to say anything?" He asks.

"Hey May, hope the afterlife is treating you well. I've got the kid so, you can rest easy. I miss you, but I expect you to have peace, take care." You keep it brief. Death is sad, but you believe you've always made the most of your time with people and you find peace in knowing your relationship was fulfilling while she was here, even if there are things you'll never get to do with her. You clear your throat and adjust Happy's wilted flowers so they're not askew before you and Peter leave.

"Thank you." Peter mutters beyond the gates.

"For coming along?"

"I mean yeah who wants to waste their day at a graveyard?"

"Peter I will never feel my time wasted if it's spent doing something important to you. You could have me here for 40 days and 40 nights and I still wouldn't see it as a waste if it meant something to you." You say. Peter stops walking and suddenly wraps his arms around you.

"You're so awesome." He says.

"Thanks kid, so are you." You chuckle as you hug him back. "Anything else you wanna do before we head back?" You ask him when he pulls away and begins walking again.

"Actually- would you be willing to check out NYU's campus with me today?"

"You know we don't have to check out NYU. If there's- another school you'd like to visit like... say- I dunno MIT maybe- there's nothing stopping us from popping in for a quick visit." You suggest. Peter shakes his head.

"No. Ned and MJ they're doing great I'm sure- I can't- I don't want to mess that up for them by going there and risking a repeat of anything that got me into the mess I ended up in."

"Peter- they're going to find their ways back into your life you know. Avoiding them will not protect them." You frown.

"I dunno I think I got really lucky the first time around- that kind of fluke doesn't happen twice."

"I gotta disagree with you there man, there are hundreds of versions of you and hundreds of versions of them and I'm no Dr. Strange but I have a hunch that in most of those variations of the universe they find you. Some bonds are stronger than spells, they can transcend time and space. I've seen very few bonds like yours with Ned and MJ- I know this isn't the end of the road." You shake your head.

"I still don't want to go to MIT." He shakes his head.

"Fine we won't go today but we have to go before you make a decision on where to go to college."

"I still don't think it's a good idea for me to leave New York."

"The city will survive without you for a few months at a time. We've got enough heroes around you know."

"Yeah but don't you think people would notice if Spiderman were only around from May to August and then again in December? What if someone figured out I was a college kid?"

"I mean unless you start superheroing in Massachusetts no one would know where to find you." You shrug. "Plus I can always bring you back if something reaaaally needs your attention."

"Do you want me out of your place that bad?" He jokes.

"Never! Peter you'll still live there." You throw your arm around him. "You could stay with me til you're 30 and I wouldn't be upset."

"I would." He scoffs.

"I know. That's why I wouldn't be. I know you'll move out before then. I do expect you back for holidays though." You warn him.

"Absolutely. Your cooking is too good to not come back as often as you'll let me." He says. You roll your eyes though you can't help but smile.

"Of course, it's food that keeps you around." You scoff.

"Well it's not Mr. Bucky that's for sure." He shrugs.

"Alright!" You point a warning finger at him even as you laugh. "Let's just do this unguided campus tour."

The two of you make your way to NYU after a while and you pretty much just follow Peter across the campus through each building. You look up at the quickly darkening sky and check your phone as the two of you leave the campus.

"I cannot believe you made us go through every single building on that huge ass campus." You say.

"If I'm gonna go here I need to know where everything is!"

"Peter if you go here I can promise you some of those buildings you'll probably never step foot in." You say.

"You don't know that!" He says.

"What do you plan on studying again?"

"I- I'm not sure, computer science or engineering probably?"

"So a science cool, do you plan on picking up an instrument? Cuz you don't play one now."

"I don't think so."

"That means you will probably never need to go to the orchestral practice rooms. Unless you plan on befriending a bunch of music majors in which case my questions are why and how does that happen?"

"I could meet a really cool music tech major in one of my gen ed classes! Or someone in my major could have a violin performance minor! Or I join a club of some sort-"

"You probably still wouldn't go to those orchestra rooms you made us find." You laugh.

"Better safe than sorry." He shrugs and you shake your head because what else can you do here. The two of you head back to the apartment discussing the things Peter did and didn't like about the school. When you get back the lights are off in the apartment but you don't get a chance to fix that before a cloth is placed over your eyes.

"What are you up to Bucky?" You ask, immediately feeling his presence behind you.

"Got a surprise for you doll, but you have to trust me for a minute."

"I trust you for eternity." You say.

"Should I leave-?" Peter asks.

"Nah don't worry about it kid. I'm taking her away. Thanks for your help."

"His help? Peter what did you do?" You frown.

"Don't answer, Parker. You ask too many questions doll. It's time for your surprise." Bucky says leading you, you assume out of the apartment.

"Do not let me bump into anything James or I swear-"

"When have I ever allowed harm to come to you?"

"Fair point but you've also never blindfolded me outside of the bedroom." You muse. Bucky lightly taps your ass

"You'll be fine." He chuckles. You hear the ding of the elevator and Bucky presumably guides you inside. You ride for a while and step out again. You're still inside, you can tell you're walking on carpet, and every so often you'll hear a voice as you pass what you guess are other apartments. So you're not in the lobby. Bucky opens a door and as you step forward you know the flooring has changed.

"We're going up some stairs, we'll take it slow." He warns you. Bucky guides you up the stairs slowly, one hand holding one of yours and the other against your back. Eventually, you hear another door open and feel the coolness of night against your skin when you step through it. You walk a little further before Bucky gently unties and removes the blindfold. You blink a few times to reacclimate your eyes and gasp as you take in the sight before you.

Candles, and rose petals surround a picnic on a blanket in front of a projector screen. It's like something straight out of a movie and for a moment you're not even sure what to say.

"I hope the silence isn't a bad sign." He says.

"Oh Bucky." You spin around and throw your arms over his shoulders. "It's beautiful. I can't believe you did all of this!" You kiss him, sweet and slow, hoping your appreciation is felt through it.

"I'm glad you like it, spent all day up here setting up."

"It's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. Thank you." You say.

"Come, let's eat. I tracked down some of the movies you've been wanting to watch. I figured we'd just work our way through a few of them until we're tired or it gets too cold to be on the roof. Whichever happens first." Bucky takes your hand and guides you over to his rooftop picnic, helping you onto the blanket before he joins you on the other side. You watch as he opens and starts setting out various food items. It's a full set of courses with an appetizer, entree, and an array of desserts.

"Oh my gosh, this all looks so wonderful." You gush.

"Yeah- pretty proud of this if I do say so myself."

"Wait- so how did Peter have anything to do with it?"

"You just have to know everything huh." He chuckles kissing your temple.

"Well, when you've rarely said more than 5 words at a time to him on any given day. I have to admit it piques my curiosity that you had him help you with something." You shrug.

"Well I couldn't very well work on this with you around could I?"

"You told Peter to take me to the cemetery?!" You blink at him.

"I told Peter to get you out of the apartment for the day. The cemetery was all him." He shrugs.

"Unbelievable." You shake your head and chuckle.

"I'll admit I was surprised when that was his angle this morning, but it did the job so-" Bucky brings a bite of pasta up to your mouth as he speaks. You take the offered food and the taste of it on your tongue completely steals your focus. You and Bucky talk and eat and cuddle while watching movies well into the night, basking in each other's uninterrupted company as the hours tick by and you honestly can't think of a better way to have spent your anniversary.

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puffyducks · 2 months ago

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DCRC Week #37

What's poppin party people, today is PKNA #32: Underground and I'm gonna be completely honest here, this is like the only chapter in PKNA that I straight up do not like. Like this chapter kinda.... suck. And like I have no idea if this is a hot take or not cause I don't really know what the general fandom consensus is on individual chapters, but I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say I would be really surprised if there were like really passionate Underground defenders out there.

Hold on EAST coast?? I thought this chapter took place in Duckburg did these motherfuckers travel across the ENTIRE UNITED STATES??? No wonder they went fucking insane. uuuh spoilers I guess who cares bro.

I spent most of my first reading trying to figure out if this character is a guy or a girl and I'm like 80% sure at this point that it's a guy? But like you know what we're just gonna assign you as nonbinary, your criminal GNC asf

THE SNOOOZEERRRRR wait caoi already posted this panel FUCK

HE SAID THE THING HE SAID THE NAME OF THE COMI

The earlier narration said this was 8 months later but now he's saying they've spent six months in the sewer so, what happened to the other two months? Maybe they actually went outside idk

IS... IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?? TEARS WELLING UP IN MY EYES HAVE THEY FINALLY LET MY BOY OUT OF THE WELL

Top 10 conversations of all time

these drawings bro camera 9 looks like a bigfoot i can't fucking breathe

In the middle of a crime debriefing and this bitch is snacking on candies

Uno invented his own ipad like a decade early, good for him!!

I don't think I'll ever get over the way the rats are drawn in this panel. They're just so... shaped. It looks like someone tried to draw a rat without ever having actually seen a rat, and they were only given vague descriptions of what a rat might be by a third party. Where are their necks. They have frog anatomy. It's just body and mouth. Phenomenal.

Donald Duck gets hit by a train and fucking dies (ASMR)

HDL MENTION 🔥🔥🔥

EXTRAORDINARY REPAIRS LIKE- LI-

Oh he's NOT being a snoozer right now. He's failing really hard. Embarrassing.

ummm... nooooooo I dunno what you're talking about this is a regular building with exactly 150 floors

IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE A YOUNGER ANGUS FANGUS??? HE HAD HAIR?!??!?!??!!

Little melodramatic there, eh pal? Also those are clearly rats not mice. Idiot.

This is so fucking funny sorry. This panel is my fav part of the comic.

Don't worry guys, PK is here to save the da-

nevermind.

HALF NAKED WOMEN AT THE CLUB IN MY DONALD DUCK COMIC OKAY

Okay sooo I was right this comic is like. It exists. It's there. It ended so much quicker than I remember as well? PK doesn't do hardly anything to stop the bad guys, and 2 out of 3 of them get caught off-screen I guess. Yay for saving Angus? I guess?? I dunno man, we could just wipe this chapter off the face of the earth and literally nothing would change.

The GOOD news is that we have an ACTUAL banger afterwards cause IT'S MORE XADHOOM COMIC YAYYYY YAYAYAY SOMETHING GOOD

I don't think I actually have any good commentary here other than this art slaps (again) and I'm sticking it in my MOUTH.

Oh.

Anyways speaking of Xerba haha I'll catch you in a little bit while we take a brief detour to the next special issue where we get to watch Xadhoom's planet get genocided in real time!!!

#dcrc #dcrc week 37 #paperinik #puffy dcrc

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eponymous-rose · 3 months ago

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Tuesday!

I continue to be really impressed by this exercise class - I was the only one who signed up for my timeslot today (it varies week to week, apparently) and she messaged me just to make sure I was okay with having a private lesson instead of being with the group! No extra charge, no cancellation, just a great one-on-one discussion and class. Got some great advice on improving my push-up form and protecting my dang hyperextending knees. And Clara got to roll around on my yoga mat to her heart's content!

Off to work! I futz around a bit and realize belatedly I was supposed to be in an hour earlier than I thought, so I have to take a rideshare to campus instead of the bus, whoops. I get 100% free public transit through work (as someone who's ridden city buses to school/work since I was 10, this still blows my mind!), so I try not to sweat it when I have the odd Lyft/Uber trip since my transportation budget would be $0 otherwise. Nice to get to campus with time to spare!

First up is the faculty candidate talk - he does great! Very funny and also full of great science. He looks a little frazzled afterwards, but a couple colleagues and I scoop him up and bundle him out for bahn mi and soup. We stop for coffee on the way back and show him our favorite view on campus, which actually floors him (we live in a very, very pretty part of the world!). There's a conversation that reminds me that we maybe don't all have the same experiences, because everyone starts sharing what they did after finishing their PhD dissertations, and it's like, oh, I hiked in the Alps and spent some time in Switzerland, or, ah yes, I traveled Southeast Asia for three months. When I defended, I did get to visit a few friends across the US, which was AMAZING, but really it was just stalling a couple weeks while I waited for my furniture to reach my new home and stressing over where my paycheck was coming from while my visa stuff was being processed. Slightly less exciting!

We get in a little late, so colleagues and I sneak into the back row of the faculty meeting (we have about 20 faculty members, so our tardiness is definitely noted, whoops). There's a very silly moment where our chair is trying his darnedest to explain this strategic planning thing, and one colleague sitting next to me waves at another to pull down the blinds so we're not getting sun in our eyes. Colleague at the window makes eye contact, adopts a "what? huh? what's that you want?" look, and starts inching the blinds down, pauses to pretend to look confused, then puts it back up, frowns at it like that's not quite right, then puts it back down. Colleague starts waving and pointing downward more and more exaggeratedly as window-colleague grins more and more evilly and pretends he's never seen a window or a set of blinds in his life. We're all giggling in the back, worse than freshmen, and get a glare from the chair. Shush, you miscreants.

(I'm reminded of sitting in as a graduate student on a faculty meeting and being really intimidated until I got there and realized everyone was practicing swiveling on the fancy new chairs. It was all fun and games until someone gave an emeritus faculty a little push and he slowly drifted out the door with a quiet "nooooooooooo")

Anyway, the meeting itself is probably full of useful information, but I make the mistake of checking my e-mail and my to-do list grows nine items during that hour. Ugh. Can't quite manage to be in a bad mood, though - when I get back to my office I remember I picked up a slice of white chocolate banana bread at the coffee shop! This will fuel my remaining e-mails. I close my office door (I like to have an open-door policy, but my cheat code is occasionally locking the door and putting a post-it note up that says "I am here - please knock!") and grab my headphones to get an e-mail montage soundtrack going.

Okay! Item one: reply to my undergrad research assistant's e-mail proposing an abstract for her symposium submission. I give her some suggestions and help her out with accessing some data about Scandinavian thunderstorms she may want to include in her studies.

Next! I'm working on getting my budget settled for this wildfire project and the numbers just keep not quite numbering. I got an e-mail that I think summarizes what's going on, so I need to go in and fix it, plus add wording from the grants manager. It's so much better than I thought it would be, since it's just a typo rather than an error with unattributed funding. Phew. Get that done and sent off.

Next! In the aforementioned grants discussion, there's some weird indirect funding stuff going on that I need to clarify since my grants are starting to run dry and still need to fund 2.5 months of my summer salary. I send three paragraphs and then kinda give up and also link the e-mail address of the grants coordinator at the parent institution that will be disbursing the subcontract I'll be paid under. I know less than nothing about this financial stuff, man, but I'm trying my best.

Flights are being booked for my trip out to speak on a panel and visit a university halfway across the country! Exciting! I approve the flights they've chosen for me (direct!!!!).

I got an e-mail with some alarmingly close deadlines for a grant proposal I haven't fully written yet - I send a message to my co-author on the grant checking whether she can also get all this done in three weeks or so, and then offer to coordinate with the grants team to shift that deadline (the sponsor does not have a stated deadline, so all deadlines are pretty artificial here, at least). Things are further complicated by said co-author being on an eight-week field campaign in such a remote location that she must ski/snowshoe to get there.

Last week, a friend in computer science sent me an e-mail introducing me to a cool person he met doing research on campus that made him think of me. We exchange a couple e-mails and decide to attempt to grab coffee (weather permitting) a week from Friday! She sends another e-mail saying she was talking about my research with a colleague and he'd love to come as well - is this a new research partnership in the making??? 👀

I stop putting it off and reply to the student who's finishing his Master's remotely, offering some times to meet. I'm finding his situation extremely frustrating, but it would be great to get him the Master's and get him on his way!

Time to clear the inbox. I keep everything in a very nested set of folders and I have about 100 e-mails to clean up. Having to do this really makes sure nothing falls through the cracks (and my goodness, can I find things when I need to now!), but it's a bit of a slog.

Ah, shoot, forgot to submit reimbursement for lunch. I should do that sooner rather than later, since the itemized receipt is handwritten and just floating around my wallet. We were *way* under per diem (part of why I love this place is that you can get a good-sized lunch for under $10, which is basically impossible in a city this expensive!), and no alcohol, so the whole process is relatively painless. Whew.

Back to e-mail cleanup. Notification that my Master's (soon to be PhD?) student officially has access to 500,000 CPU core-hours and 10,000 GPU core-hours on a supercomputer for the next three years of his project! Woohoo! The e-mail addresses him as Dr., which is a liiiiiittle premature, but maybe it'll get him thinking of the possibilities...

A couple people reply-alled on a giant newsletter asking to be unsubscribed (there's a big button at the bottom, but hey), which has led to someone replying to them to say he actually quite likes these e-mails, hahaha.

Aha! My colleague in the mountainous wilds replies to say a three-week deadline bump works great for her. I broach the subject with the grants team. Hopefully they'll be cool with it!

I get invited to renew one of my appointments as associate editor - I'm cool with that, since it's about as many papers as I was reviewing, anyway. May as well get some extra credit for it.

I got an e-mail about nominating undergrad students for a leadership workshop opportunity - they're particularly aiming for students who have potential but are quiet/shy, and one comes to mind immediately. We can only nominate a couple people as a faculty, so I make a note to chat about this with another faculty member I've been meaning to grab coffee with at some point. That can wait for later this week - the deadline isn't until late March.

OKAY. E-mail is cleared, only half an hour later than I wanted to go home. It's still a little light out, even! I'm racing the last of my laptop's battery power here! Onward!

#eponymous academia tag #eponymous job tag

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