#anyway wanna write even if its not that good big sigh

[theloveinc]

i can only write in bed now

[luvrgreyy]

WHAT GOOD IS SORRY?

ex husband!leon x f!reader

word count: 3.3k summary: why does one wound those they love so deeply? masterlist | taglist | ko-fi

18+ MDNI. mentions of divorce, cheating/infidelity, awkward leon stuff, guilt, yearning, leon and reader have a child together — and i named her denise for whatever reason, getting stood up by a date, drunk texting, kissing, oral(r!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, bittersweet ending(?) i guess.

a/n: old wip,, this was supposed to be super gut wrenching and angsty but for some reason, my brain didn’t want to cooperate and decided that this would be the ending. also, i’ve been contemplating whether to address this or not and even tho its not a big issue, PLEASE interact with my posts. it’s the only way i’m able to know that you guys actually like the stuff i write, and ever since i’ve started writing on here 7 months ago, i’ve been noticing a decrease in interactions. im honestly losing motivation to write because i truly don’t know if people actually read my shit and like it. anyway, enjoy my mediocre writing ^___^

leon regrets everything he’s done up to this point. running into ada on a mission, going to the bar with her afterwards, and the kiss. the stupid kiss that eventually led up to this.

the divorce.

it all felt wrong, so wrong. yet here he was, driving his car to your doorstep, his stomach in knots despite having done this several times before.

for the sake of your daughter, the two of you had decided that shared custody would be the best option.

he stands at the door, hesitating before knocking, his knuckles hovering anxiously. clearing his throat, he gently raps his knuckles against the door, hoping for an answer. he's already second-guessing himself, wondering if he should have texted or called first.

your door eventually opens, and he's met with a familiar face. you.

you greet him with a civil smile, pressing a kiss into your daughter’s hair before ushering her inside.

he fidgets, adjusting the brim of his leather jacket nervously as he takes in the sight of you.

you reach to shut the door, catching a glimpse of him awkwardly hovering over you porch.

“you okay?”

he tries to find his voice. "yeah, i just, uh... i was just thinking..”

he looks down at his feet, kicking the ground with the side of his scuffed boot, as if trying to buy some time or maybe just willing the floor to swallow him up. when he speaks, his voice is low and sheepish. “when i was— last night, i thought… uh, do- do you remember when.. shit. are you free this weekend?”

”what?” you muse at his question. “leon, i really don’t wanna have this conversation with you again,”

he winces at the rebuff, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets as a defensive measure.

leon’s adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows hard, his ears burning at your words. he looks anywhere but at you, his eyes darting over the porch railing, the foliage, the sky — anywhere but your eyes. oh, those eyes he adored so much.

"no, wait, hear me out,”

"listen..." he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever fallout this might bring, knowing he's already on shaky ground. “i just wanna talk.. to you.”

he shifts his weight, glancing up at the roof of the house as if the heavens themselves could offer a solution. when he does meet your gaze again, his eyes are pleading, his jaw clenched with a mix of anxiety and something akin to desperation.

“i’m sorry, leon. i’m busy,”

he scoffs and his face scrunches up, a pained grimace contorting his features as he cuts you off. “c’mon, please?” he's standing too close now, invading the personal space he once knew so well. “i.. i know it isn’t what we do anymore but—“

“no, seriously. i literally can’t. i have something up.”

“oh.” he deflates slightly at your dismissal, shoulders slumping in defeat. a soft, regretful sigh escapes his parted lips, and his eyes drop, gaze wandering aimlessly. "can- can you can you cancel? is it really important? what about on sunday-? i’m sure we can..“

“leon.” it's not a question this time, you stare at him with the tiniest hint of pity. “i have a date.”

ouch. he freezes, his chest constricting as if he's been punched. a date? the words echo in his mind, each syllable like a dagger to his pride, his ego, his everything. a muscle in his jaw twitches, his hands clenching and unclenching in his pockets. leon swallows hard, his throat suddenly parched.

"oh," he repeats, the sound barely above a whisper. he takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him.

he rubs a hand over the back of his neck, jaw working in agitation as he grapples with the blow of your words. a snarky retort rises in his throat, a cutting remark to deflect the sting, but it withers on his tongue, a futile attempt at salvaging pride he knows is misplaced.

leon swallows hard, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally finds his voice, laced with a wry bitterness. “yeah, no worries.. guess that's that," a bitter, hollow chuckle escapes him as he shifts his weight. his tone is flippant, trying to mask the sting of rejection, but the defeat is palpable as he turns to leave. he starts down the porch steps, his boots thudding against the wooden slats.

you finally close the door on him, standing by the door, hand on the knob, unease prickling along you skin like a thousand tiny needles, each one stinging with the weight of guilt. you sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she tries to process her feelings. guilt, regret, a twinge longing — it's all so confusing, so messy.

the weight of his pleading eyes, the desperation in his tone — he had no right acting like a dejected puppy after he cheated on you.

you shake your head, face between your hands. he made his choices, just as you had, and now it was time to move on. you squared your shoulders, took a deep breath, and stepped away from the door, determined to let go of the ghost of what was and focus on the life you were building. for you, and your daughter.

but it’s not really easy.

not when you’re sitting alone at a restaurant, waiting for a date that never bothered to show.

your phone buzzes and you hold your breath. hoping for some sort of confirmation, but it's quickly snuffed out.

‘hey, sorry i couldn’t make it. something important came up’ the simple text reads. the same stupid excuse. every. single. time. your heart sinks, a dull ache forming in the pit of your stomach.

a bitter, derisive chuckle escapes your lips. serves you right. you knew he was trouble from the start. yet, your heart aches, a dull throb of pain and disappointment. you feel so foolish, sitting there, waiting for someone who never shows. though, it isn't really new.

now you lay in your bed, having already kicked off your heels and changed out of the uncomfortably tight dress you wore.

you pull the blankets up to your chin, suddenly feeling cold. you toss and turn, brooding and wallowing in misery, and it seemed like you’ve been doing it for hours till you’re startled out of your fitful doze by the buzz of your phone.

it's a text from leon, of course it is. it’s another one of his ‘where are u? i miss u’ ‘can’t stop thinking about you. please let me c u’ meltdowns.

he's drunk again, you can tell by the sloppy caps and the desperate pleas. every time he has a rough night, he always thinks coming over will magically fix everything. and you always refuse, knowing he’s only drunk and alone. but tonight, you feel particularly lonely.

your thumb hovers over the keyboard, and before you know it, you're typing. ‘come over.’ you hesitate, then send the message.

by then, he’s already halfway out the door, stumbling out and nearly falling as he trips over his own feet in his haste. he takes the stairs two at a time, a goofy, shit-eating grin plastered on his face. when he reaches your door, he pounds on it with a fist. his breath comes out in short puffs as he waits, anticipation making his heart race.

click.

the door creaks open a fraction and his eyes lock onto you, looking all soft and domestic in a robe. leon's breath catches in his throat as his eyes drink you in.

he tumbles in, arms outstretched as if he's about to catch something. he's immediately in your space, arms around you in a tight, needy embrace. his face buries itself in the crook of your neck, breathless with relief and something else, something suspiciously like love.

“leon—“ he smashes his mouth against yours, tongue pushing past your lips, the taste of beer and regret in his breath. his hands roam, sliding up your back, gripping your hair, fingers splayed wide as if to assure himself you're real. a low, desperate sound escapes him, half-groan, half-moan as his body presses against yours. he's desperate, sloppy, but undeniably passionate. when he finally breaks for air, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes glassy with drink and longing.

“missed you s’ much, baby,” he presses a kiss to your neck, tongue tracing the pulse point with a reverence that borders worship.

“let me make it up to you, please,” he looks up at you with those big, puppy-dog eyes, an expression so pathetic it’s comical. yet, the desperation behind them makes it anything but.

his hands skim down your sides to your hips, fingers digging in as if to keep you anchored to him. his face buried in the crook of your neck as his hands knead the meat of your ass, claws digging in through the fabric of your robe. his breath hitches as he nuzzles into you, inhaling deeply as if committing you to memory.

he trails a string of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pausing to nibble on your collarbone before continuing his journey south. his hands never stop moving, roaming over your body with an insatiable hunger.

you let out a soft whimper, arching into his touch. "bedroom," you breathe out, and he happily obliges.

once inside, he kicks the door shut behind him and spins you around, backing you up against the bed. he begins to undo your robe with shaking fingers, your heavy breathing and the rustling of silk the only sounds in the charged silence between you. when the robe falls open, he pushes it off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet.

the thin, sheer fabric of your nightgown offers little resistance as he practically rips it off you. a shaky breath escapes his parted lips as he reaches for you again, fingers grazing your skin as if he's not quite trusting his own touch.

he guides you to the bed, pushing you to sit on the edge. he immediately drops to his knees before you, face between your legs.

“these ‘re pretty,” he slurs out, before he fucking tears your underwear off.

“leon!”

he chuckles at your reaction, a low, rumbling sound in the back of his throat. “sorry,” he murmurs against your inner thigh, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise in its wake. “gonna buy you new ones,”

his stubble scrapes against your sensitive skin as he slowly trails open-mouthed kisses up your thigh, savoring every inch of you that you’re willing to give him.

he buries his face between your legs, licking and sucking with a single-minded devotion that makes your toes curl and eyes roll back in your head. his scruffy cheeks hollow as he sucks a hickey into the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

god, it’s been so long. the feelings practically foreign.

his tongue begins to lash at your slit, long and flat, with a dexterity that belies his level of inebriation.

“you still mine?” he huffs. “‘course you are, ‘m the only one that can get ya this wet,”

slurp, smack, suck, repeat.

his tongue is relentless, probing your entrance, swirling around your clit with increasing fervor. he's sloppy, uncoordinated, but it only serves to heighten the intensity of it all. every time he pulls back, you can hear his heavy breathing, feel the vibrations of his moans against your most intimate flesh. your fingers thread into his hair, tugging him closer as your back arches off the bed. a keening whimper escapes you, the sound muffled by your clenched teeth as you struggle to maintain some semblance of control.

“fuck, leon—” your words trail off into incoherent mumbles as he drives you closer to the edge, tongue darting in and out with a pace that’ll make a grown woman go crazy. “d-denise, were gonna wake her up,”

a low growl rumbles in his chest as he responds to your whine. there's a hint of accusation in his gaze, but it quickly morphs into a look of raw, desperate need. “don’t matter,” he's relentless, persistent, refusing to back down even as you tremble and writhe beneath him.

he grunts, his attention snapping back to you, blue eyes squinting as he looks up from between your thighs. his tongue is a damn metronome, lapping and smacking with a relentless rhythm that has you chasing the edge of oblivion.

it's like every drunken fantasy he's ever had is being poured out onto you. messy, uncoordinated, desperate. and you’re eating it up. “gonna make you forget all about that stupid date," he mutters through slurred words. "’m the only man who can make you feel this good,"

he's not wrong. the way he's attacking you with his tongue, it's like he's trying to prove a fucking point.

"leon, please," you gasp out, and he takes it as an invitation to continue. your entire body is wound up tight, a taut string ready to snap. he slips a finger in, then two, curling them just right so that they’re pressing against that spongy spot that has you seeing stars.

your legs wrap around his head, fingers threading into his hair as you pull him in as close as humanly possible. his name is a chant on your lips, a prayer to the gods of pleasure. "leon, leon, leon,". denise could come in right now and catch you like this — legs splayed, back arched, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. he's that good. or maybe that bad. you dont know. and you don’t care to find out.

"yeah, just like that," he praises, voice a low, gravelly growl. "love my fingers in this greedy little cunt, don't you?"

your thighs clench around his head, heels digging into his back as you ride out the pleasure. "gonna cum, leon, please—“ yours words trail off into a wail, a keen of pure, unadulterated euphoria.

your back arches, toes curl, and your fingers dig into his hair, holding him to you as the wave crashes over you. he tugs you down to the edge of the bed, practically burying his face in your groin. he laps at your slit, in and out, in and out, until the last bit of resistance melts away.

he lifts his face from between your legs, eyes hazy and unfocused as he fumbles to unbuckle his pants. once he has it off, he's back, pushing your legs apart as he kneels between them. the thick of his length throbs against your lower belly, and you can feel his racing heartbeat through every inch of him that's in contact with you.

he notches the head of his cock at your entrance, pressing in just enough to make you feel the pressure, gathering your juices before giving a long, slow stroke up and down, coating himself in you. he's throbbing, pulsing with need, and you can practically taste the desperation in your mouth.

he presses in, just the tip at first, then a bit more. slow, shallow strokes, in and out. his hips rock against yours, the motion slow and languid. one of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your closed eyelids to check if he was dreaming. the other hand palms the small of your back, fingers digging in as if to anchor himself. your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as he slowly sinks into you.

he's quiet for a moment, just holding you, his heart racing in his chest as if he's trying to communicate something without using words. his hips move, the action slow and lazy, as if he's trying to spoon you into submission.

he pulls out, just to the tip, before pushing back in. the motion is slow, sensual, a deliberate teasing that has you whining and writhing beneath him.

sweat beads on his brow, tracing down the lines of his face, but he doesn't slow. if anything, he's driven by a desperate need to make up for lost time, to prove himself worthy of you. your back arches, hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets as he pistons in and out, the force of his thrusts rocking your entire body. he's not gentle, not soft, but rough and demanding, just like he always used to be when he was trying to stake his claim.

he nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before he sooths it with his tongue. “fuck, feels so good,” he gasps out, his words punctuated by the slap of skin against skin. “can't believe i ever let you go.”

"leon," you whimper, the name a plea, a prayer. his lips find yours in a sloppy, frantic kiss. he's drinking you in, devouring your mouth, your moans, your gasps, trying to consume every ounce of you.

he's sweating, hair a mess, face scrunched up in concentration, but those blue eyes remain locked on yours.

you're lost in the sensation, every nerve ending on high alert, screaming for friction, for relief, for release. "leon, leon, gonna cum," you pant, your voice raw, your throat dry. "please, i—" but your pleas are swallowed by his next thrust, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls.

he leans forward, his forehead pressing against yours, noses nearly touching. his hot breath mingles with yours, the scent of his beer-soaked breath and the musk of his arousal mingling together in the most intoxicating way. "love you," he suddenly whispers, the words a quiet, a desperate confession that hangs in the air between you.

“love you, love you, fuck—“

the way your walls squeeze him when you cum drags his own orgasm from him. for a long moment, he stays frozen, buried to the hilt, his chest heaving against yours as he tries to catch his breath.

the heat of your body seeps into his skin, chasing away the chill of the night air. he collapses against you, a boneless heap of satisfied male. his cock throbs, pulses, and drips onto the bed between your legs as he tries to catch his breath. the room is silent, save for your joint heavy breathing, and the occasional groan as his softening length slips out of you. eventually, he rolls off, lying on his back beside you, one big hand coming to rest on your stomach, thumb stroking in a slow, idle pattern. his eyes are hazy, unfocused, but they find yours and hold. a small, sheepish smile tugs at his lips.

"sorry," he slurs out, the word garbled and slightly off-kilter. "i shoulda been better, should’ve tried harder, i... i‘m gonna make things right, i swear,"

he peppers your neck with soft kisses, his stubble rasping against your tender flesh. he's warm, solid, and comforting. gentle and tender, a stark contrast to the desperation that drove him mere moments ago.

he's not reaching for grand gestures or flowery declarations. he's asking for something simple, intimate, and achingly human. a chance to hold you, to sleep beside you, to maybe, begin to rebuild something from the rubble of what once was.

and for a moment, you let yourself believe that he’ll be different this time. that he's not just trying to relive past glories, but genuinely wants to make amends, to start anew.

tags: @crowleyco @withonly-sweetheart @fanilkychae

[fvnalgirlcomplex]

PRETTY ISN’T PRETTY ✸ J. HUGHES

and it begins!! this is irl but also mostly social media au because my tumblr is/was acting up and deleted most of what i had written and.. i’m lazy so!!! reader is referred to as ‘you’ and their looks are talked about but i tried to avoid describing looks… however… reader doesn’t have blonde hair but listen like every nhl fic uses a blonde girl for the fc so. i think its justified!! but sorry to anyone blonde reading lol. i didn’t rlly know how to end this tbh but i hope it’s still good and i hope u like it!! remember that you are beautiful! any negative things said obviously aren’t true :)

warnings: light mention/implication of an eating disorder, insecurities, hate comments, reader gets picked up (lowkey manhandled a little bit), suggestive comments (2), unedited writing

masterlist, series masterlist

fc: olivia rodrigo ( oliviarodrigo on ig )

summary: dating jack wasn’t gonna be easy, you knew that. you just thought him traveling a lot was gonna be the hardest, not being picked apart by his fans.

bought a bunch of makeup,

tryna cover up my face

i started to skip lunch,

stopped eatin’ cake on birthdays

youruser

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youruser 22!! shout out to cole caulfield

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colecaulfield thank you for the shout out. I really needed it.

youruser anything for a fan

user19 she’s so cocky omg

yourfriend the cake was so good! you should’ve had some :(

youruser the cake wasn’t very big and i don’t really like cake that much anyways lol glad you liked it though!!

jackhughes ❤️

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user373 at least she chose a blurry pic so we don’t have to see her face lmaoo

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jackhughes birthday girl 🎂

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_quinnhughes haps

youruser damn. not even a full sentence 😔

user14 even his brother doesn’t like her lmao 💀

user298 i hope she knows she’s public enemy #1

user63 bro could do sm better

trevorzegras big! 22! 2️⃣2️⃣

user86 the way she looks at him though 🥹

user7 no..

user329 why are you so miserable

user738 he did her so dirty with the second picture 😭 makeup can only do so much but somehow she looks even worse than i imagined with no makeup

“I didn’t know it was such a big deal—”

“It shouldn’t have to be a big deal, Jack! I asked you not to post it, I don’t understand why you don’t listen!”

Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe you were taking your insecurities out on Jack when it really wasn’t his fault. But, it’s hard to stay calm when you’ve started to hate what you see everytime you look in the mirror, or someone takes a picture of you and that’s when you have makeup on. Words couldn’t describe how gross you feel without makeup on.

“I think you look gorgeous. I don’t know what the issue is.” Jack responded, too nonchalantly for your liking.

“The issue is that I don’t think I look gorgeous so I don’t want it out in the world for all your fans to see.” Jack sighed at your response. He knew what this was about but to him, you the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He just couldn’t grasp how someone like you could be insecure.

“Y/n…” He said softly, grabbing the sides of your face. The mood in the room had quickly changed from tense to sad as soon as the word fans was mentioned. “You’re stunning. I know you don’t believe me but, you really are. All those comments are from a bunch of teenage girls who are jealous. I know it’s hard to block out but you just have to try ‘cause I wanna show everyone how pretty my girl is, okay?” Jack finished, trying to cheer you up. It didn’t really work to be honest but still, through glass eyes, you looked up at him and nodded before he brought you into a comforting hug.

You wanted to believe him, you really did. But it wasn’t just teen fan girls. It was also grown men. Men your boyfriends age who thought you were just as hideous. They couldn’t have been doing it for the same reasons as the fan girls. They had to have just been being honest, right?

‘cause there’s always somethin’ missin’

there’s always somethin’ in the mirror

that i think looks wrong

when pretty isn’t pretty enough,

what do you do?

You loved spending time with Jack. And you also loved getting to spend time with the people he cared about. But the pressure of looking good before going knowing that pictures would be taken, with or without you knowing, made you want to puke.

You started planning out your outfits far in advance, what shoes, how you’d do you hair, your makeup. Everything. You told yourself over and over again that the outfit is cute. You asked Jack about it and he always reassured you that you would look beautiful in anything and the friends you’d ask say the same thing.

But that still wasn’t enough to stop your brain from making you think everything was wrong. No matter you were wearing, when you looked in the mirror it just looked… wrong. Like something was missing.

“Babe?” Your boyfriends voice came softly through the bedroom door. Jack had invited you to the Devils Halloween Party this year which would be your first New Jersey Devils event. Jack and Luke were wearing matching spider-man costumes with Nico and Dawson who were currently at the brothers apartment. “You ready?” He asked you as he poked his head into the bedroom before fully stepping in, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, I was just looking for my cat ears.” Lie. You were overanalyzing yourself like you always did before you went out but you knew if you told Jack that he’d feel bad and tell you that you didn’t have to go if you weren’t comfortable.

It wasn’t clear if Jack really believed your lie but he glanced around the room for the headband anyways before finding it on the edge of the bed next to you and placing them on your head for you.

Still sitting on the edge of the bed from when you were putting on your boots before you caught a look at yourself in the mirror, you looked up at Jack, who’s hands stayed on the side of your face after gently placing the headband on you.

Words weren’t exchanged as he looked at you, his thumbs tenderly moving over cheeks. He moved down to place a lovingly soft kiss on your forehead and then your lipstick covered lips.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your mouth. You almost believed him.

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njdwag.updates y/n at the halloween party with a fellow wag. she went as a black cat 🐈‍⬛

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theotherwag sweetest girl to ever exist 🩷

user273 jacks like 🥹

user33 is this a safe space?

user649 depends…

user33 i love yn. and i love yn and jack!! they’re so cute and it’s so obvious everyone that hates her is just jealous :/

user472 REAL!!! they claim to be fans of jack but hate to see him happy… like something isn’t adding up??

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user634 wait jack went as spider-man and she went as a black cat?? she’s kinda funny for that

user710 jack probably didn’t want to outright match with her 💀

user845 her standing next to another wag.. this is so sad like jack!! wake up!!

and everybody’s keepin’ it up, so you think it’s you

i could change up my body and change up my face

i could try every lipstick in every shade

but i’d always feel the same

‘cause pretty isn’t pretty enough anyways

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njdwags y/n y/l/n at her colleges football game with friends!

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user968 everytime there’s a picture of her standing next to someone it really highlights how ugly she is LMAO

user263 idk why people hate her sm she’s so pretty

user945 she’s even prettier in person! i met her at the game and she was so nice. it’s so sad to see all the hate she gets :(

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user293 we have class together!! she’s literally so sweet and smart

user683 ugly ass

user78 she chose a college football game over her boyfriends hockey game…

user537 why does she always have her tongue out 💀

and i try to ignorе it, but it's everythin' i see

it’s on the poster on the wall, it's in like every magazine

it’s in my phone, it's in my head, it's in the boys i bring to bed

it’s all around, it's all the time, i don't know why i even try

It’s like you couldn’t stop yourself from reading comments on posts about you. You knew you should ignore but it seemed impossible to ignore at this point.

You knew the comments would be negative like they always were but you always had hope they would be nice for once. And there was nice ones sometimes! But most were so overwhelmingly negative, you couldn’t even focus on the positives.

And it wasn’t just comments either, no. Not anymore at least. Since, you’ve read the comments, it’s like all the negative has leaked out of your phone and into every aspect of your life.

It was when you visited your family over winter break, you had totally forgotten about the posters you had in past years of icons from your childhood. Icons who were so how all skinny or blonde or had stunning blue eyes or all three. The break was supposed to get you away from all that and yet, you still cried yourself to sleep that first night.

Every aspect of life also included you and your boyfriend. You knew before you and Jack had started dating, he was constantly liking other girls bikini pics on instagram. And even though he had stopped doing that, you’d still seen tweets from his fans in the past joking about how he was “always at the scene of the crime” with a screenshot of his like on a picture of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. And while you tried to ignore it, you noticed of a pattern with all the girls. They looked a lot like the icons from your childhood. Nothing like you.

So now, late at night, when you were supposed to be having quiet and sweet moments with your boyfriend; your boyfriend that you didn’t get to see very often at that! You spent those moments thinking about those stupid likes on those stupid pictures of those stupidly beautiful girls.

And as for you, the comments had really gotten to your head. Even when you weren’t with Jack and you weren’t on your phone or in your childhood room. You still found someone to compare yourself to. It was like some kind of superpower.

and i bought all the clothes that they told me to buy

i chased some dumb ideal my entire life

and none of it matters and none of it ends

you just feel like shit all over again

Was this silly? It feel silly.

This didn’t feel like you but a change was needed.

Jack (and Luke) had been hanging out with the team all day and you had the day off. You had decided to spend the time alone shopping for clothes that you would’ve never worn before this past month and a box of blonde hair dye.

“We’re home!”

Luke’s voice rang through the apartment, snapping you out of your trance that you were in while staring out the box of hair dye taunting you on the bathroom counter.

“Y/n?” Now it was Jacks voice that made its way through the apartment.

“Bathroom!”

You could hear his footsteps come closer to the bathroom door before a knock on the door, hesitating before opening the door before him. He slipped in before locking the door behind him.

“I was gonna jump in the shower if he wanted to join me.” Jack told you, his hands sliding around your waist with his back to the door. Naturally, your hands slipped around to rest behind his neck, forgetting about the hair dye sitting on the counter.

“I think I’m gonna have to pass this time—”

“You’re gonna dye your hair?” Jack cut you off, his eyes focused behind you.

“Oh- Yeah, I just, um, wanted a change I guess.”

Jack didn’t say anything or take his eyes off of the box of hair dye. He didn’t buy it for a second but he just didn’t understand. How could you not see how beautiful you were. Jack had known the comments were bad, he just didn’t realize they were getting to you this badly. He looked back to you, who had a guilty look in your eyes. Jack sighed before moving you over to the counter, placing you next to the box.

“Baby, if you really want to dye your hair blonde, go for for it. But I don’t think you want to.” You couldn’t even look at him. You felt embarrassed that you’d been confronted about how out of hand these insecurities have gotten, even if it wasn’t really your fault. You felt like a child being scolded. “I know we’ve talked about this before but you really have to listen to me this time okay, babe?”

Jacks hand came up to your chin, gently pushing your head up to make eye contact with him.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I mean that. All those assholes just want to find someone to hate more than themselves and I’m sorry that dating me has made you a target for that. But blonde hair dye isn’t gonna make them stop. I’ll say something— I should’ve said something sooner but I’ll do it now. Just- Just don’t change for them because they won’t ever be happy. Pretty isn’t pretty enough for them, okay?”

You were crying now. Because you knew he was right and you were upset you had let them drive you crazy. You continued to cry as your boyfriends arm came around your frame. You uttered apologies, not quite sure for what, while his hand rubbed your back.

After a while, your tears stopped and Jack pulled away. “I love you. And I told you, if you really want to go blonde, go for it. I mean, you’ll look hot either way—”

“Jack!”

“Okay, okay. Blonde or no blonde.” He asked with a small smile on his face, holding up the box of hair dye.

“No blonde.”

Jacks smile grew as he threw the box into the trashcan. His hands slid down to your thighs, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“So… can we get that shower now?”

[jade-jini]

I’m sorry for not posting in like forever but I’m having insane thoughts rn (thanks to the gay writers. I’m looking at you ugar.) about Giselle and her boobs and and -

Giselle who knows you have an oral fixation so always lets you suck on her nipples. Sometimes it’s not even sexual sometimes you just wanna cuddle and sleep with them in your mouth <3 most of the time tho-

It’s supposed to be a way to relax you and it does but 😭 it also can make you go insane and lightheaded because the sensation and taste of her chest in your hands and mouth is just so good UGH. You always make a wet mess on her chest ‘cause you get so needy about them.

“Jesus y/n, Wtf baby?” She says in a scolding tone but not really.

“I’m sorry, they’re too pretty, can’t help it. Can I keep going please?” You just can’t get enough of them, and of course she lets you. Whether you have small or big hands, it doesn’t matter they are BIG and just so perfect.

Giselle who knows she can turn you into her personal little fucktoy, a human-size sex toy as long as she has her boobs in your mouth ‘cause your brain turns into nothing 🤤. She fucks herself on your strap or rides your pussy for hours without you getting tired, having her coming multiple times and of course leaving her chest almost numb ‘cause you didn’t stop giving them attention at all.

For g!p reader listen to me I can’t not talk about this… but fucking her tits broooo. You’re on your desk trying to get some work done and she either noticed you were stressed or simply felt like it because cmon, this woman knows she’s hot and sexy and (I need to write about how much she can turn herself on). Anyways, she gets on her knees in front of you and you’re like ?? But your cock has a mind of its own and it’s already getting hard just by that image. She giggles at how easily she can get you horny and ready. Aeri loves knowing the effect she has on you. So she starts unbuttoning her shirt and surprise! Of course she wasn’t using a bra (imagine using one at home😨). Aeri took your member out of your pants and in her hands to start working on it with her mouth as well until you were painfully hard and wet (which didn’t take too long). Once she thought you were ready, she put your cock in between her tits, and squeezed them together creating a perfect friction.

“Fuck baby…” you sighed as she moved them up and down your length. This was one of your favorite things fr. You wanted to kiss her but she lightly pushed you to your chair.

“Nope.” She simply said with that teasing smirk of hers and she started going faster, your hips matching her speed as you fuck her tits. “Relax, baby. Just focus on making a mess on them yes? Come on them, enjoy the view of your cum on my body.” You ended up doing a complete mess on her chest and face, and Aeri made sure to lick you clean and to collect some of it with her finger and taste it, moaning at the taste that she so much enjoyed, and there you were, hard af again and ready to keep going.

Giselle who lowkey bribes you and makes you do whatever she wants with the promise of letting you suck on her titties nfixncknd from behaving at the mall after spending hours in there when you just wanna go home to running errands for her 😭 (you’d do it either way but the extra motivation ain’t bad-)

Going back to a more fluffy side tho- Giselle who knows when you had a rough day and the only thing you want is to cuddle and watch a movie with her, movie that you never finish ‘cause you pass out in her arms as you suck on her tits and she plays with your hair, making you have the best sleep and dreams with your gf and her perfect body <3.

(A little thing I needed to get outta my system but I’m working on the asks I promise 😭)

[vanmarkus]

Fuck It Friday 💌

I keep wondering if people even know that I write... like, I know giffing has captivated me lately, but actually this is where I'm "based", so to speak. I just kinda fell off the map since the new season started airing (and since posting that 75k monstrosity that was the mudslide fic lmao).

Anyway, I am finally, finally getting closer to finishing the buck loves tommy fic (which pretty much does what it says on the tin, though it does have an actual title now), all it needs is some hefty editing and it's ready to be posted — hopefully within the next few days. Until then, here's some soft angst that somehow found its way into the middle of the smut.

“Good.” Tommy’s lips stretched into one of those wide but close lipped smiles and it was hard to hold back the urge to trace it with his thumb — so he didn’t. Tommy gave a small kiss to the tip of Buck’s thumb, before opening his lips and sucking it in between them, humming quietly. “God… did you get even hotter while you were away?” Buck mused with an incredulous huff. “Are you trying to talk your way into my pants?” Tommy’s grin was downright dangerous as he let go of Buck’s finger and leaned down to get a hold of the hem of his t-shirt, rolling it up as much as he could with the stupid sling in the way. “You’re not wearing any pants.” Buck pointed out with a teasing lilt of his voice. “Must be doing real good on all that talking then, huh?” “Funny.” Buck rolled his eyes jovially, but when Tommy didn’t answer or in fact moved at all, he zeroed in on his face with a frown. “H-hey, you okay?” “I don’t know. Are you?” Buck followed his line of sight, only to realize that Tommy was staring directly at the bruises on his ribs, where they were blooming like a collection of poisonous clematises; hugging his torso tight, probably for weeks to come. “Y-yeah, I told you, I’m fine. It’s- it’s just some bruising, no big deal, I swear.” “We can wait until you feel better.” Tommy suggested, his face darkening and his eyes never leaving the big blotches of purple and pink. “Baby, does it look like I wanna wait?” Buck scoffed, gesturing vaguely at his achingly hard cock, only inches away from Tommy’s own. “Evan, that’s not—” “You a-asked me what I need.” Buck cut him off with a serious set of his jaw. “This- this is what I need. You. That’s all I want, okay? So just… please, would you just touch me already?” Buck closed his eyes with a frustrated little sigh and only opened them when he felt a feather light touch on his skin, causing it to twitch with a tickle, as Tommy’s lips brushed over the bruises. “That okay?” He hummed quietly, his lips gently vibrating with it and bringing a small tingle into Buck's ribs, one that somehow felt like it was going much deeper than skin or bone. “Y-yeah… okay.”

✨I have been tagged by and am absolutely no pressure tagging the ever so talented @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @exhuastedpigeon @bidisasterevankinard @diazsdimples @likegoldintheair @honestlydarkprincess @watchyourbuck @actualalligator @wikiangela @bucksbignaturals @loveyouanyway and anyone else who feels like sharing mwuahhh 💛

[stevie-petey]

oh also,,, whenever you wanna write. chap 6 steve & robin pov blurb because i am so sure steve would be going on and on about bug once she left so my soul needs that thank you <3

im kicking myself idk why i didnt include this scene in the chapter like its PERFECT for what i have planned later but ,,, for now all i can do is make it a blurb n tell people to read it lmao

enjoy <3

"it didnt matter that you were an ass. i was still... obsessed with you." robins confession hangs in the air. her back is pressed against steves as they lay on the floor, bound together. his eye stings and his nose is numb and crusted with dried blood. he isnt sure why shes telling him this.

"even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular. accepted. normal."

the rope around steves wrists tense. he clenches his fists and bites the inside of his swollen cheek. acceptance. he thought he had that, once. when he was sixteen with a crowd of people who wouldve done anything for his attention.

now hes eighteen and the crowds bruises still tinge his body.

"if it makes you feel any better, having those things isnt all that great. seriously." it took him a long time to learn that. to recognize that his acceptance was merely a precedence. it wasnt real friendship. he wouldnt learn this until he met you, until you taught it to him. "it just baffles me. everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, its all just... bullshit."

bullshit. nancy taught him that, too.

"its all just bullshit, it was so obviously bullshit. i was an idiot for not realizing it sooner," steve bites the inside of is cheek again. somehow, his lips remained untouched when he was being beaten by the russians. your lips still linger on his. "you know, the only person who saw through my bullshit was y/n. one day, before we knew about monsters and russian lairs, she said that she knew i wasnt a bad person. it... it stuck with me. here she was, y/n henderson, telling me i wasnt so bad."

"and then...?" robin is almost too afraid to press him further. shes never seen him like this, vulnerable and open. she didnt know that his history with you went beyond just a summer fling.

steve nudges his head back and sighs. "i messed up. i... i hurt people. people she cared about."

robin frowns. you wouldnt forgive someone so easily for that. theres more to what steve is saying, she just cant figure out what. "she must really love you, then. if she forgave you."

"i dont know if she loves me, but i know that she believes in me. sees someone worth putting up with." he huffs, he cant believe he will never see you again. he hates that he will never be able to thank you for seeing a version of him that no one else could. "it wasnt until i messed up that i realized she saw something in me. its ironic, isnt it? but i guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?"

he had to mess up to realize that he loved you, too.

"i hope so. i feel like my whole life has been one big error." robin admits. its the least she could do, offer steve a piece of herself in return for what hes offered her.

an unattractive snort escapes steve. he laughs, and his shoulders shake against robins. he understands exactly what she means. "yup."

"god, i wonder how y/n does it."

"does what?"

robin pauses, worries that she might reveal too much. but its steve. if theyre going to die together, he deserves to know. he has to know. "shes always able to see the error in people and love them anyways."

steve is quiet. he lets what she said settle over him. its what he loves the most about you. how youve always managed to see the good in people, even in someone as cruel as billy. he hadnt known that robin noticed this kindness in you, too.

she seems to understand you in a way only he and jonathan do.

"you know, i wish id known you in clicks class." its a peace offering. an extension of himself to robin for caring about you the way he does. no one really seems to be able, despite how easy steve finds it to be.

"yeah?"

"really, i do. maybe you couldve helped me pass the class." he breathes out, the thought of all he couldve done differently will always haunt him. king steve is dead, but the persona is a ghost he will never be able to get rid of. "maybe instead of being here, id be with y/n on some romantic getaway. maybe you wouldve given me the courage to do what i shouldve done sooner."

robin doesnt say anything. she turns her face away, presses her cheek against the concrete surface.

"robin?"

she swallows. "yeah. yeah, maybe. you wouldnt have been stuck slinging ice cream with me like some smuck."

steve shakes his head. hes worried hes said the wrong thing. "hey, dont get me wrong. i enjoyed being your smuck. it was fun while it lasted."

bittersweetness creeps upon robins face. she smiles, though its a sad one. shes going to die with the understanding of why youve fallen so hard for steve harrington. "yeah. it was."

then the doors burst open and the russian find them.

[lowkeyremi]

Hello Maya! Before I start my request, I just wanna say, I love your writing!!! I've been reading your things for a few weeks now (I'm new to tumbler) and I'm hooked!!

Anywho- I was listening to "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift and it gave me the idea of fem!reader meeting Satoru at some big event for sorcerers and falling hopelessly in love with him

heyyyyyy thank you for reading my stuff and i'm really happy you made a request, i've been hoping someone would bc i want to write ideas other than my own. i'm not huge on taylor swift so i had to listen to this song lol its pretty good :) you ask and i shall provide!! also i'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind :')

Enchanted S. Gojo x fem!reader

wc: 1.1k

content: fluff, meeting and getting together

The night hadn't been going so well. You spilled some of your drink on your dress. That was borrowed from your friend might you add. Three guys that showed any potential interest were already with someone and their dates angrily pulled them away from you.

There are whispers about the oh so famous Satoru Gojo, and how he's finally made an appearance with his long time friend Nanami.

You've heard plenty about him, he's the famous sorcerer from Jujutsu High that has six eyes. He can solve any problem and he's said to be very hot. Honestly you're kind of a hater, you think people are gassing him up for no reason.

You've never personally met him but his description makes it hard to miss him if you see him; white hair blue eyes, but he'll likely be wearing an eye mask.

A sigh escapes your lips as you walk toward the bar for another drink, you would have invited your best friend but she's not a sorcerer and would not get it at all. "Hi, sorry for being back so soon, but could I get a strawberry margarita?" The woman behind the bar nods.

Before she can walk off though, a silky, carefree voice makes a request with your order, "Me too! Never tried strawberry margarita. Sounds pretty fruity." This day is already bad so you turn your head to see who just made it even worse-

A pretty white haired man stands by your side, piercing blue eyes peaking through sunglasses that look down right ridiculous at such a formal event. "Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors??" Is the first thing you ask, no 'Hi how are you?' or 'why are you ordering drinks on my tab?'

"Cuz I could make everyone faint with my pretty blue eyes." He smirks, confidence evident in every word.

You look confused and he finds it cute. A foreign feeling stirs in your stomach. "Just kidding. I'd waste my power if my glasses were off. Actually, I was advised not to wear them, but I didn't wanna wear my mask for this event. I have it in my pocket just in case though." He's so light and bubbly you almost forget what you were fuming about.

"You're Gojo right?" He smiles and gives a quick nod.

"And you must be 'girl with a stain on her dress', huh?" You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"Woo that was a good one, almost made my stomach hurt from laughter." You counter sarcastically; the moodiness coming back to you.

"Haha, my bad. Anyway when we get drinks I'll find us somewhere to sit and I'll make you laugh for real." That confidence is still there. You love funny people, they're exciting to be around.

"I'm holding you to that. I need a good laugh." His smile consists of all his pearly whites and is enough to make you, or anyone around you melt.

He goes to pay for your drink, and even hands it to you. "I have to say you are way less selfish than people make you out to be."

The man in question shrugs and smirks at you, "I am very selfish about certain things, childish even. It's only the first date though so pretend you don't know about that." He waves his hand dismissively. You couldn't even care about the fact he admitted to selfishness, you're stuck up on the part where he said this is a date.

"Who said this is a date?" He notices you're trying to play it cool, but he can see right through you.

"I did. I mean if you want, we can think of it more as a blind date since it wasn't planned." Something about him doesn't rub you the wrong way or make you angry at all. He's definitely an odd ball, but he's able to make you feel something in your gut that you haven't felt in a very long time, maybe not ever, actually.

"I- what- you can't just-" You cut yourself off, lost for words, trying to comprehend what he'd just said.

He intertwines his fingers with yours. They're cold to the touch, long and slender. He does that thing where you rub your thumb across all the other fingers. On top of that he gives you that love struck gaze. You're all kinds of confused because why is someone like him trying to flirt with you??? He could literally have any other pretty sorcerer but he's walking you over to a fancy table to sit and talk.

"Ugh, you're supposed to have warm hands to contrast my cold ones." He complains, and if you weren't already stunned then you definitely were now. He's swinging his arm back in forth, with you mirroring it because he's holding your hand.

"I can't help my hands being cold, maybe you should be the one with the warm hands." He shrugs at your response. The swinging stops when you two reach a table big enough for four and pulls out your chair for you.

"I normally don't do this but you're definitely worth it." a lopsided grin covers his face.

As nice as all of this is you look around for cameras. Your mind is telling you he means no harm, but you can never be too sure.

"Okay, is this some kind of joke or show?? Where are the cameras because this can't be real." The white haired six foot something giant's face contorts into something very (ugly) funny. His face scrunches up at your words.

"I can't believe you'd suggest something like that! I'm serious, I just want to be a normal guy and have a normal encounter with someone. So, can you just pretend I'm a normal date and not Gojo Satoru?" He's telling the truth and for the first time tonight you fully relax.

"Okay, hi normal guy. What do you like to do?" You ask playfully feeling enchanted by his charismatic presence. He makes you feel a sense of freedom like you never have before.

The rest of the night the two of you goof off and talk about all kinds of things. Eventually he's being dragged out by Nanami because of how drunk he is. He'd given you his number, "Call me!!!" He whines loudly while being led to the car he arrived in.

"Okay! When I do, don't forget everything from tonight." You yell back to him.

"Like hell I will!" And he was telling the truth because about two hours later when you were winding down for bed you get a call from an unknown number. Usually you wouldn't pick up but you have a feeling that the person on the other side was none other than Gojo normal guy.

"Hello?" You don't get a response for a few seconds, your stomach drops thinking you had miscalculated...

"I miss you already, when can I see you again?" He asks sleepily.

[shwoyo]

new bond ﹫sakusa kiyoomi

╰▸ getting ice cream with a stranger you met at a party... and then getting his number.

🏷️: gn!reader, fluff, mentions of alcohol & college party, light swearing, slightly ooc sakusa

wc: 1,072

a/n: this is kinda boring 😓 i was just writing one of my wips but then this idea came in my mind and I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT !!! i love you kiyoomi.

you were laying down on a stranger's bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, bored. you just wanted to go home now, the place reeks of alcohol and different colognes that left you dizzy because of its strong scent.

you were forced to go to this stupid college party that your friends were invited to; you denied their invitation over and over again, but they begged you non-stop to come with them.

now you were in someone's big ass house, with your friends nowhere to be seen, 'assholes' you thought. you didn't like being in a large crowd and loud noises, so you were glad you found a room with no people. surprisingly enough, it was slightly soundproof, so the walls washed out the music a bit.

you closed your phone and sat up; you decided to just leave and chat your friends, saying that you were bored and went home. you knew the way back to your apartment anyway.

just as you were about to stand up, the door opened.

it was a guy, and he was bathed in black: black eyes, black curly hair, wearing a black button-up that seemed tight on him, a black belt, and black denim pants, although surprisingly, his shoes and mask were the only ones differing; they were white. you guessed he likes the color black, and maybe white?

he closed the door behind him, sighing. you guessed he didn't expect someone to be in there, as he got startled when he spotted you on the bed.

"uh, hi," you started. "um—sorry, i'll just leave," he says as he turns around to open the door. "no, it's alright, i'm guessing you're not a fan of parties too?" you said, he turned to you and just nodded.

he cleared his throat before speaking, "why are you here?" "well, i was just dragged to come here by my friends, but they left me for some 'hotties' they saw by the pool," you replied.

"welp, i'll go now; no use to staying here anyways," you said, standing up. "hey—wait, uh, can i come with you? i don't wanna stay here," he asked.

you contemplated for a second; it wouldn't hurt to go with a stranger that you don't even know about and is randomly wearing a mask, right? right. he doesn't look like he'd do anything anyway; maybe he really just wants to leave the place, like you.

"alright, let's go."

you went out of the room, with the guy following behind. you cringed as the loud music blasted in your ears; you felt like your eardrums could explode in any minute.

after seconds of bumping into people left and right, you finally reached the door leading outside of the house. you checked your back to make sure the guy was still behind you, and he was.

finally exiting the house, you sighed loudly. "uhh, do you wanna get ice cream?" you asked, "i know a good ice cream vendor near us." he replied, "alright, lead the way!" you said cheerfully.

–

"thank you!" you said to the vendor as he gave you your ice cream.

you went to the bench where the guy—sakusa was seated and sat down. while walking earlier, he introduced himself, saying that his name was sakusa kiyoomi; in return, you gave him your name too.

"so, why were you at the party anyways?" you asked, "i got dragged by my friends too, but they went straight to the kitchen and got drunk; i didn't plan on drinking, so i just... left them," sakusa replied. "oh, well, won't they be worried if you weren't there?" "hmm, nope, too drunk to care, i guess," he said, letting out a chuckle; you did the same.

"what about you? won't your friends be worried?" he asked, "nah, i already chatted them, and they sent crying emojis, saying they found a guy for me, but honestly, i'm not interested," you replied.

"hm? and why's that?" he questioned, "eh, too busy with school." you answered, and he nodded in acknowledgment.

"hey i'm curious, why do you wear a mask?" you asked, staring at the mask that was hanging on his ears; he took it off to eat the ice cream. "i have mysophobia," he replied simply. "ohh, alright," you said, nodding.

you asked each other more questions 'til your ice creams were finished.

"well, i finished mine," you stated. "me too," he said.

you stared at the floor for a moment before starting, "i'm gonna go home now." "oh, i'll walk you home, it's night; you shouldn't walk home alone," he stated. "are you sure? i can walk home by myself," you asked. "mhm, just lead the way," he said, as he put his mask back on.

–

the walk home was surprisingly comfortable, you expected it to be awkward, but you guys talked as if you've known each other since forever.

out of all the questions that ran through your mind to ask him, there was one that you just didn't have the courage to query; his number.

you wanted to ask for his number, not to date—well, maybe in the future—but to just be in touch with him.

you guys just met, but you're already hitting it off. you feel comfortable around him, and it's nice having a friend that actually gets you in some points.

"we're here," you said, stopping your tracks. "thanks for today," you added. "ah, alright, thank you too. well, i'll be going now," he stated, then he turned to leave.

your brain was screaming at you to just ask for his number, but as you opened your mouth to do so, he turned around.

"uhm i hope it's okay, but can i get your number? not that i'm expecting anything... yet,but just to, you know, keep in touch?" he asked, hoping you didn't hear him say the 'yet' part.

you smiled and nodded; he walked back to you and gave you his phone.

"you know, i was just about to ask you the same question," you said as you typed your number on his contacts. "really?", "yeah".

you gave him back his phone, and he smiled lightly through his mask, typing something, "i just texted you; save my number, okay?" he said. "i will, get home safely," you replied.

he turned around and left.

you just stood outside the building, smiling brightly, then went inside.

you both are happy with this newly made bond.

©shwoyo, all rights reserved.

[boyfriendstevie]

banana pancakes

a lazy morning in with robin; inspired by the middle picture that i came across on pinterest! my first time writing anything remotely smutty for robin, pls be kind lol. fem!reader obvs. 1.1k. nothing crazy, but mdni!! 18+ pls!!

Robin’s side of the bed is empty when you wake up. You roll over, eyes still closed as you reach out for your girlfriend. It’s only after your fingertips touch bare sheets that you open your eyes in surprise, a pout finding its way to your lips. Your favorite part of weekend mornings is cuddling in bed, and Robin’s not even here to do that. You’re sure she’s still in the house — in fact, you can hear noises coming from the kitchen — but you still wish she was next to you. 

Sighing, you sit up and stretch, scanning the room for something to wear. All you’ve got on is a pair of underwear, but you spot one of Robin’s big sweatshirts on the dresser across the room, and decide it’ll be perfect for your lazy morning in. It smells just like her as you slip it on over your head, and all you want is to find her. 

You follow the sounds of breakfast being made to the kitchen, a little afraid of what you might find. Robin is not exactly skilled at cooking, and it’s totally possible that the kitchen is a absolute disaster right now, though you do smell coffee, and maybe pancakes. You’re pleasantly surprised to find that the kitchen is still in working order, and even more pleased when you notice that Robin is completely topless. She’s only wearing a pair of sweatpants that look like they might be Steve’s, considering they’re rolled at the waist, and her bare back is on display to you, her smooth, pale skin taunting you. There’s a mug of what you assume is coffee in one of her hands, while the other holds the door to the fridge open as she looks for something. 

You’ve got to move quickly if you want to hold her while she’s standing like this, so you do, padding across the kitchen with a murmured ‘good morning’ so you don’t completely surprise her, your warm hands finding her waist. She still jumps a little when your hands touch her, squeaking in surprise, though she quickly relaxes into your touch. Her skin is cool from the chill of the fridge, and you slide your hands around the curves of her hips, hands warm against the softness of her tummy. She hums, leaning back into your hug, pressing against your front, “G’morning, bub.”

“This is a nice surprise,” you mumble, your cheek smushed against her shoulder blade.

“Oh!” she perks up a little, closing the fridge so she can rest her hand over one of yours, “‘M glad! Wasn’t sure if you’d want banana pancakes, or when you’d wake up, but just thought I’d make some anyways, and—“

You can’t help but giggle, pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck. She’s oblivious to what you actually mean, and it just makes you adore her even more. Pressing your nose to the space just behind her ear, you giggle again and murmur, “Rob, baby, the pancakes are nice, but I was talking about this…” You trail off, untangling your hands from hers so you can slide them up her torso, coming to rest against her ribs delicately, just underneath her breasts. 

Her breath stutters — you can feel it against your hands — and you have to stifle another laugh. Her chest heaves and she blinks slowly, "Oh. Yeah, I just… didn’t… didn’t wanna bother with a shirt, and—" She struggles to find words as you move your hands again to cup her breasts. The only time Robin runs out of things to say is when you’re touching her like this. You love her voice, love listening to her talk, but you almost love her breathy moans and whimpers more. 

Robin has perfect tits, and there are few things you love more than playing with them. She’s soft under your touch, nipples already starting to peak from the cold air of the fridge, only growing harder as the pad of your thumbs rub across them gently. A whine escapes her lips, desperate for more. 

You kiss her neck again, this time nipping at the spot that makes her weak in the knees, “Y’so pretty, birdie. Love your tits so much, this is the best thing to wake up to.” As if to prove your point, you pinch both of her nipples, rolling them between your fingers gently. 

She keens at that, chest pushing into your hands, and her cup of coffee nearly falls from her grasp. Luckily, you’re paying enough attention to notice, and swipe the mug from her hands, placing it onto the counter next to you. She mourns the loss of your touch, but only for a second, and quickly takes the opportunity to turn around in your arms, a lovesick smile tugging at her lips as she leans in to kiss you. 

It’s soft but eager, Robin’s teeth nipping at your bottom lip. She tastes like coffee and maybe a hint of the mint toothpaste she uses, but you can’t get enough of her. You want to resume where you were before, maybe continue where you left off, so you pull your mouth from hers, planting a line of wet kisses down her neck to her collarbone. 

The groan she lets out is music to your ears as her head tips back in pleasure, thudding into the wooden cabinets behind her. The sound makes you giggle, but you’re undeterred, kissing across the swell of her breast until you’re just above her nipple. Your lips part against the soft skin, and she gasps when you leave a hickey there.  

Robin’s hands find your hair as you move lower, tongue darting out to circle her nipple. She whines again, a high pitched sound that she can’t quite control as your other hand comes up play with her other breast, not wanting to neglect her, “Ah, fuck, baby, I—“

You let your teeth graze her sensitive nipple as you pull back from her chest, lips shining with spit as you give her a grin, “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Rob.” Her chest heaves, an unbelieving laugh escaping her lips. Her eyes flutter open, glancing at you before quickly cutting across the kitchen to where the pancake batter sits next to the stove. You know exactly what she’s thinking, and beat her to it as you say, “Ya know, I love that you made pancakes, but… I could go for something else right now.” 

She laughs again, raspy and filled with joy, and hoists herself up onto the counter behind the two of you, parting her thighs so you can slot yourself in between them, “That’s fine with me, baby.” 

[brainrotbabe24]

ISTG I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I FOUND YOUR BLOG OMGGGG

Its so good omd ily🫶🫶💞💞🩷🩷

Anyway, I wanna request Thorins company with a reader with ADHD and finding out that reader has it

Thank youuu💜🩷💜🩷💜💜🩷🩷

Hi! Thank you for your request! I had so much fun writing this!! I have ADHD, so I had so many ideas from real life to add to this lol!!! Thank you!💖

Side note: I tried a new way to tell the scenario… It’s a mix of story and statement. Enjoy!💖🎉

Balin: 

You and Balin had been walking together for hours, chatting away. In mid-conversation, you suddenly veered off-topic. 

"Omg, it's a bunny!" you squealed.

Someone nearby muttered, "Can you please calm down?" 

You sassed back, "Mind your beeswax...I have ADHD; it's kinda hard to calm down."

Balin chuckled, making you smile. He loves your no-bullshit attitude and boundless energy.

Side notes: I imagine this is what you and Balin would be doing lol

Dwalin:

Dwalin was in a bad mood. So when he saw you bouncing around him and talking nonstop, he was getting frustrated. 

Before he knew it, he blurted out, "You are giving me a headache!!" 

You fell silent, mumbled an apology, then slowed down and walked towards the back of the group. Dwalin let out a sigh of relief, only to feel Balin slap him on the head. 

"You better apologize to Y/N," he said sternly. 

"W-what?" Dwalin stammered.

"Y/N has ADHD. They didn't realize they were talking your ear off, Asshole." 

Realizing his mistake, Dwalin nodded and slowed his pace to walk beside you. 

"Y/N, I'm sorry I freaked out," he said. "And sorry for being an ass." 

You smiled and accepted his apology. 

"Maybe when we get to the campsite, you can tell me more about what you were talking about," he offered. 

"Deal," you said.

Óin: 

Óin noticed right away. To your surprise, he started asking you a bunch of questions. 

"Can you describe what it feels like to zone out? How does ADHD affect your routine? If Kili had ADHD, what advice would you give him?" 

He was fascinated by your perspective and loved hearing it.

He would say, "You bring such a unique perspective. I really admire your energy."

Glóin: 

You and Glóin hadn't talked much during the trip; you were too focused on surviving trolls and goblins. Once you reached Laketown, you were surprised when he approached you. 

"Y/N, are you okay?" he asked, touching your shoulder. 

"Yeah, just a little banged up from those barrels," you replied, smiling. 

"No, I mean... Are you still affected by Mirkwood? I've noticed you staring off into space and getting super... bouncy," he said, looking concerned. 

"Oh, Glóin, I'm fine. I have ADHD. It makes me lose focus or ramble sometimes," you explained. 

He sighed with relief and gave you a big hug. "Oh, thank goodness!"

Bifur: 

After a long day of hiking, the company stopped for the day. Thorin was annoyed, making everyone start their nightly chores early. Bifur took on the task of gathering firewood alongside you. After you got deeper into the forest, Bifur noticed you were distracted. He paid no mind while gathering wood, occasionally looking up to see if you were nearby. He noticed you squatting, staring at something before he called out. You didn't even look up. Confused, he walked over to see what you were doing. He saw you squatting around some mushrooms, watching a green inchworm. Smiling, he sat down and watched the worm with you. There would be plenty of time later to gather firewood, so why not enjoy the moment? 

Bofur: 

You had been daydreaming during the quiet moments of the journey. It was one of those days.

"What are you thinking about, Y/N?" Bofur asked, walking up to you. 

"Huh?" you said, turning to look at him. 

He was all smiles, unlike the somber mood of the group. 

"Caught you daydreaming, didn't I?" he laughed. 

"Was I?" you asked, slightly embarrassed. "My ADHD makes me zone out sometimes."

He smiled. "No need to worry! I daydream, too. Recently, it's been about the treasure in Erebor," he winked. 

Bombur: 

It was dinner time at the campsite, and everyone was settling for the night. Bombur noticed you sitting alone, focusing on your jacket instead of eating. He walked over with a bowl of stew. 

"Hey, Y/N, what are you up to?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I was fixing this hole. It's been bothering me," you said, glancing at him. 

"Don't forget to eat," he said, putting the bowl beside you. "Not sure when we'll have this good of meat again." 

You realized you were so focused on the jacket that you hadn't eaten yet. "Right, right, right," you said, taking the bowl. "I swear this ADHD makes me forget the simplest things something. Thank you." 

He looked surprised but smiled when you added, "Actually, do you want to eat with me? I could use the company." 

You two stuck together for the rest of the trip, ensuring each other ate.

Ori: 

Sitting by the fire, Ori glanced over and saw you reading. 

"Oh, is that the book Bilbo suggested?" he said. 

"Yes, it is! You replied. 

"How is it?" he asked, leaning in. 

"Well, it's been okay so far. I just…ugh. I've been on the same sentence for like the last 10 minutes!"

"Do you need glasses or more light?"

"No, I have ADHD, so sometimes reading can be tough for me...actually, could you read this to me? It would really help," you said, handing him the book. 

"Sure, I would love to! I've wanted to read this book too." 

"Perfect!" you said, snuggling in, ready for the story! 

Dori: 

Dori was lecturing you one evening about how to clean your blades. 

"Y/n, you needed to get all your supplies laid out like this. Now I prefer to arrange them by order…" He droned on and on, and you found it difficult to listen to him. You ended up staring at his beard bead before you heard him say your name. "Y/n, do you even hear me, y/n?! Are you even listening?" You blushed, realizing you'd been caught. 

"Sorry, Dori, kinda zoned out....ADHD, you know," you say, embarrassed.

Dori is a little flustered by your response. He is about to say something when Nori chimes in. 

"Don't worry, we don't listen to him either," Nori laughed. 

"Nori!" Dori yelled, standing up to lecture his brother. Before he walked off, he added, "Thank you for telling me, Y/N. I didn't know."

You smiled, knowing there were no hard feelings.

Nori: 

"Ugh, where is it?" you groaned, looking around your sleeping mat. 

You lost your hairbrush for the billionth time during this adventure. Frustrated, you started to tear apart your bag. 

"Need any help?" you heard someone say. 

Looking up, you saw Nori standing above you. 

"Yes," you grunted out, looking defeated. 

"Well, what are we looking for?" Nori said, squatting down and picking up your bag. 

"I've already looked in there, you said." Grabbing another bag to look through, "... I'm looking for my hairbrush." 

You start to throw shirts and belts out of the bag before you hear an ahem. You look up and see Nori holding your hairbrush. 

"My brush! Where did you find it?" you asked excitedly. 

"It was in the bag you already looked in," Nori said, amused. 

"Omg," you groan. "ADHD: always keeping things interesting," you said sarcastically. 

"I know how you feel. Why do you think I keep "borrowing" things?" he said, giving you a wink. 

You both end up laughing. 

Thorin: 

Thorin has been watching you for a few days now. He saw you fidgeting, zoning out in conversations, and getting off track. He was nervous for you, thinking you were scared. One night, he decided to address it with you. 

"Y/N," he said, sitting down. 

"Hi, Thorin," you said. 

He cleared his throat. "I've noticed recently… that you've been fidgeting around." Thorin pauses, looking at you. "I know this adventure isn't going as planned. And… it's perfectly fine to be scared-." You cut him off, laughing. 

He looks at you, confused. 

"I'm not scared; I actually have ADHD. It just makes me... you know," you said, trailing off. 

Thorin nodded, realizing how much you had opened up. "I'm sorry, Y/N, for the misunderstanding," he said.

With a small smile, you looked up at him. 

"Thank you for confiding in me," he said, reaching for your hand and squeezing it.

Fíli: 

While traveling to Erebor, you found yourself walking next to Fili, talking about your interests. You didn't realize how much you were talking before you heard Fili laugh. 

"What?" you ask, a little confused. 

"You!" he says, shaking his head and smiling. “You're really getting into it." 

Your smile drops, and a slow blush covers your face. 

"Oh, was I? When I get onto a topic I like, I go on and on. My ADHD gets me going. I'm sorry..." you trail off. 

"No, no, "he says, patting your back. "I like that you get super invested! ... You're adorable when you talk about your interests." 

You hear "oohs" from the rest of the group, poking fun at Fíli's flirting. Rest assured, Fíli asked you more questions about your interests for the rest of the trip, hoping to get to know you a little more *wink wink*. 

Kíli: 

Double trouble. That's what they called you two. Since joining this adventure, you and Kili have instantly hit it off. You were glued to his side, talking for hours and causing mischief. One evening, neither of you could sleep. 

"Kili, do you want to play cards?" you said. 

Kili doesn't respond. 

"Kili," you said again, bumping his shoulder. He quickly looked up and smiled awkwardly. 

"Sorry," he said. "I kinda zoned out." 

You giggled. "No worries, I do that too." 

His face lights up. 

"Right! It happens all the time!" he said

"Especially when Balin is talking on and on—" 

"About how we need to pay attention. Same!" Kili interrupted excitedly! 

There is a quick silence before Kili scoots closer and asks, "Y/N, do you have ADHD?" 

"Yes. Why do you ask?" you said. 

He claps his hands together before saying, "Cause I do too! It's as if we're soulmates," he laughed. 

"Not sure soulmates is the right word," you said, blushing. 

He smiled and hugged you. "No matter the word, I'm glad I have someone like me around. Makes me feel good," he said, hugging you again.

Bilbo: 

Standing beside Bilbo, you could see him twisting his buttons. You had just narrowly missed death with trolls, and nerves were high.

"Here," you say, handing him a ring. 

"What's this for?" he says, looking at it. 

"So you can fidget with it. I saw you messing with your buttons." 

"T-Thanks," he says quickly, putting it on and twirling it around his finger."

"Are you nervous, too?" he asks, pointing to your fingers playing with your rings. 

"Yeah, plus it helps with my ADHD," you reply. 

A warm smile appears on his face, and he nods in understanding.

"Well, thank goddess, you have an extra one of these," he exclaims, his gaze fixed on the ring. "I appreciate it, thank you!"

Gandalf:

You were running late, as always. 

"Sh*t," you say, running down the road, hiking your bag up a little. 

You were late to meet up with Gandalf. He had invited you on an important trip and told you to meet him at noon. At this point, you were already 45 minutes late. Rounding the corner, you could see Gandalf in the distance, smoking on this pipe. Rushing up to him, you immediately start to ramble. 

"Gandalf, I'm really sorry! I didn't even realize what time it was. I got so caught up in a project I was working on that I lost track of time. My ADHD can make me hyper-focus on things, and I'm sorry if this caused any inconvenience. If you don't want me to go on this trip, I understand I  can-"He held up his hand, causing you to stop. 

Letting out a puff of smoke, he sits up and looks at you. "A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to….and I know, dear Y/N, that you arrived exactly when you were supposed to," he chuckles. 

You smile, knowing Gandalf understands and isn't bothered by your delay. 

"Come now," he says, "off to the Shire."

Side note: I kinda used the quote from the movie hehe!

[herecomethefuzzz]

hi sylv!! btw i wanna say quick tysm for ur support on my fics🥺💗ur always so kind in the tags it makes my day <3

i come w/ a request!! best friend! reader petsitting jambo + the other guy while schlatt's away and him coming back to see you sleeping on the couch with the cats and him realizing he has feelings for you🥺

-rabbitsrams <3

OHMYGOD HELLO ???? you have no idea how excited i got when i saw your user. i love your writing so much its actually amazing !!! anyway, here you go !! it might be a bit long and it probably sounds like i was rambling a bit sometimes because my brain literally. exploded. but uhh yeah !! i hope its okay (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

- a couple days ago your best friend, schlatt, asked if you could look after his cats whilst he went out to film something for his channel. he'd promised you they wouldn't be too much of a problem.

- of course you'd said yes, not wanting to let him down. it was only for the day, couldn't be too big of a job, right? oh my god you were wrong. those two cats were just so CHAOTIC when they were together.

- that day you learnt that a black cat and an orange cat are not a good combo.

- absolute hell. you had jambo running about, doing classic orange cat stuff, and the other little guy was so. loud. literally all he did was MEOW. it didn't help that he didn't let you pet him much, seen as he didn't know you.

- you'd tripped over them more times than you could count, and, honestly, you had considered calling schlatt and telling him to come home more than once.

- it got even worse when they started to get hungry. literally round your legs CONSTANTLY meowing. it was only when you walked into the kitchen that you realised they were hungry.

- once you'd fed them, there was finally peace and quiet. so you decided to go and relax on the couch. it was late, and you were beginning to get tired anyway. you curled up and went on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through twitter. (X?? idk i just call it twitter LUL)

- after around ten minutes, both cats pattered back into the living room. you sighed, expecting them to wreak havoc again, but instead they both jumped up on the couch, and came to lay with you.

- you put your phone down as they did so, and jambo came to curl up right in your arms, whilst the other kitty laid in between your legs.

- you smiled, happy that the two kitties had finally calmed down. infact, everything was so calm and quiet that you felt yourself drifting off.

- it didn't take long for you to finally fall asleep, with the two cats being snuggled up to you, they gave you a lot of warmth.

- not long after you'd fallen asleep, schlatt had gotten home. he was grinning as he got to his front door, expecting you to be up with the cats, waiting for him.

- he opened the door, shouting a, "hey toots! i'm back!" as he walked down the hallway. as he rounded the corner to walk into the living room, his jaw literally dropped. very dramatic reaction from mr. schlatt here.

- his eyes travelled from you, to the black cat inbetween your legs, then to jambo, and he felt himself smile. maybe he even felt himself go a little pink.

- the fact you were comfortable enough to fall asleep in his house made his heart beat just that little bit faster, but he had no clue why.

- and then it hit him. as he looked at your pretty face again, studying you as if you were an art piece in a gallery, he realised he had feelings for you.

this was originally meant to be like. a proper fic. but i then realised that my brain cannot comprehend writing an actual story right now so it got turned into a bulleted thing i hope you dont mind (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[irwinsblender]

hi!!! i saw your neurodivergent fic with ashton and absolutely loved it! this is totally okay if you don’t wanna write another one , but could you possibly write one about neurodivergent s/o and having a meltdown one day and he helps you through it and its very fluffy and cute:(

totally okay if not!!! i love your blog so so much:)

thank you for sending this in! i’m sorry for taking so long to get to this request! i slightly rushed this one because i really wanted to get it out and i’ve unfortunately been dealing with writers block again, so i apologise if it’s not the best.

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meltdown

pairing: ashton x nd!reader

summary: things are busy when ashton comes home from tour and you get overwhelmed, but ash is there to help you through it

warnings: autistic meltdown, autistic overstimulation

word count: 3.5k

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for the most part, you handled your autism just fine. ashton had become used to it, learned what your triggers were and how to help you out of being overwhelmed from certain things.

however, there were still days that things became too much for you and even comfort from ashton didn’t always help at first.

today was one of those days.

you had been trying to stay positive for ashton’s sake, he came back from tour a mere three days ago. as much as you loved him being back home with you, it had shaken up your routine big time.

the same as when he first left for tour, you were uncomfortable for a few days while trying to navigate a new schedule without ashton being there. it took a while of phone calls and texts, trying to find a way for you to deal with the change. you got there in the end.

you’d hoped that when ashton came home, it would just be you and him for a while. you’d mentally prepared yourself for that to be the only change, having him back home within your schedule again. of course, things weren’t that simple.

the band had decided they wanted to continue making music whilst on tour, jotting down ideas while on the road, figuring they’d meet up once back home to do more writing and recording at the studio.

this meant a different thing happening every week, a different thing almost every day. it was a lot for you to get used to.

some days you’d wake up snuggled together with ashton, get up late, have breakfast together and enjoy each others company all day. other days, ashton would be up early, the guys would come over to work in the home studio, additions of other friends would be there to help with music. sometimes people you’d never met before would be there, catching you off guard. it was a lot to adjust to.

today was another busy day. you were woken up with ashton kissing your cheek, whispering that he loved you and that breakfast would be ready in the kitchen once you wanted to get out of bed.

you heard some noise not long after that, the front door slamming shut, lots of talking and laughter, what sounded like the tv in the living room, before footsteps going back and forth between the home studio and living room.

it was a good two hours before it stopped. that’s when ashton decided to come upstairs to check on you, to see if you were awake or not to let you know about new plans for the day.

he quietly walked inside the bedroom, seeing you were awake, laying on your side in bed with the blankets still covering you. he smiled softly, making his way over to you.

“afternoon, baby,” he kneeled down next to where you were. “how are you doing?”

“i’m okay,” you reached towards him, running your hand through his fluffy curls. “had a lot going on already today?”

“oh, yea, sorry about that,” ashton sighed, he’d hoped it hadn’t been bothering you. “i told them to keep it down multiple times, i didn’t meant to wake you up.”

you shook your head, telling him not to worry. “that’s why i wasn’t gonna come down until i knew they were all gone,” you shrugged. “knew it was the guys anyway.”

ashton stood up, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to where you were laying. placing his hand on your shoulder to run it up and down your arm soothingly. he took a breath, as if preparing himself for the next words to leave his mouth.

“we were thinking about going out for an early dinner tonight, if you felt up to it?” he asked.

“we? as in not just the band? me as well?” you needed to make sure that’s what he meant. on such short notice too.

“i know i'm not giving you much time, and if you don’t want to go, i’ll stay home,” he reassured, not wanting to leave you here alone. “it’ll be the guys and their girlfriends. that’s all. just a little post tour celebration that they thought might be nice.”

you didn’t say anything for a few minutes. thinking things over in your head. it’s still morning, you had until tonight to prepare yourself. it would be you, ashton, the guys, their other halves, everyone you knew. most likely at a restaurant you’ve been to multiple times in the past. it shouldn’t be too bad.

“where?” you questioned.

“that semi fancy restaurant in the middle of town,” he confirmed. “the italian place.”

“okay, um, sure, yea,” you hesitantly agreed. “just let me have a shower and then i’ll come down for some late breakfast.”

late breakfast, as in your routine is to get up, shower, then have breakfast. you always had a shower before breakfast, so that would stay the same today. you needed one thing in your schedule to be the same as it always is.

“are you sure?” ashton asked. not wanting you to feel like you had to do this.

“yea, it’s fine,” it really wasn’t fine. “just give me like… thirty minutes. i’ll be quick.”

“alright,” he leaned down, kissing your forehead softly.

after he left the room, you got to showering right away. finding your towels, undressing in the bathroom before switching the shower on to try and get it to the exact temperature you liked it at. warm, but not too warm. if it was too warm, it almost felt like it could burn, but if you felt any ounce of cold water you’d have to get out of the shower and practically start over.

once you finished up, you got dressed into your loose fitting jeans along with a plain brown tee which you left untucked. you picked up a pair of socks from your drawer, going downstairs with your hair still wrapped in a towel. it’d air dry by the time you have to leave for the meal out.

when you entered the living room, ashton had a warmed up croissant and a cup of coffee ready for you on the table, smiling as you walked inside. he patted the couch beside him, inviting you to sit down.

you sat there, unmoving for a moment as you took a deep breath in, calming yourself now you’re here and ready for this only part of your routine to be the same.

“thank you for warming this up,” you picked up your plate, croissant cut in half for you to eat.

it took a few times for ashton to remember, but if you were going to eat a croissant, it had to be warmed up. just enough for it to still be soft, not crispy. if any of it flaked off, or if you got crumbs stuck to your hands, you absolutely hated it. with it soft, that didn’t happen as often. you appreciated it every time.

“of course, baby,” ashton sat back, holding his arm out for you to lean against him.

you started to eat your croissant, ashton’s arm around your waist while you leaned on your side, always happy to be close to him like this. although, with time ticking by, your mind couldn’t help but focus on the event happening not so far away.

“how loud was it in that restaurant last time we were there?” you asked.

“the music is normally pretty quiet,” ashton reassures you. “and the time we booked is normally quieter than later on, so it should be okay.”

you went quiet again, ashton was for a second before sharing an idea, “we can bring your headphones just incase—“

“no, no, it’s fine,” you shook your head. “i don’t like having to wear them in front of everyone, it’s embarrassing.”

“baby, it’s not embarrassing,” ashton sighed, sitting up to look at you properly. “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s okay for you to need them to help make sure you’ll be okay and not get overwhelmed.”

you knew he was right, but it’s still taking you time to warm up to wearing them around your other friends. there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just hard at times.

“i’m sure i’ll be fine.”

ashton accepted that you wouldn’t bring them, hugging you softly before he stood up, “i’m gonna go get changed,” he told you. “i’ll be down in a while.”

that while definitely went fast, as well as the time flying by before you’d be having to leave the house. your hair was dry, having been out of your towel to air dry for long enough. ashton was dressed, hair with his curls hanging slightly over his forehead, wearing black jeans and a button up shirt.

you’d be leaving for your early dinner in around thirty minutes. you had become slightly worried for this meal. you didn’t want to ruin things if the environment was too loud, too busy. that had happened too many times to count, and as much as ashton tried to tell you it didn’t matter, you felt like it did.

sat in the car, you couldn’t help but fiddle with your hands, watching where you were driving to. you knew the restaurant well enough, not entirely sure you wanted to be going there.

when you reached the parking lot, you didn’t move. you didn’t reach to take off your seatbelt, didn’t go to open your door. you sat bouncing your right leg up and down after seeing the amount of cars around you. why was it so busy, it’s not normally this busy.

ashton placed a hand on your knee, stopping it from bouncing as much, caressing his thumb back and fourth for comfort. you looked at him, chewing on the inside of you lip in the process.

“it’s gonna be loud in there, isn’t it?” you had a fearful look on your face, ashton sighed

“maybe we should go home,” ashton suggested. however, you shook your head. you weren’t about to let your autism ruin everything again. “why don’t you wear your headphones, baby, it’s what they’re for.”

he reached to the backseat, holding the headphones you’re sure you told him not to bring.

“everyone will stare, ash,” you leaned your head back against the headrest. “just— i’ll be fine. i’ll be fine.”

he took one last breath, nodding his head as he placed the headphones down. he was first to get out of the car, walking around to your door to open it for you. he took your hand after locking it, starting to walk over to the restaurant.

the second you stepped foot in the door you could hear how loud it was. music laying, almost completely full. a long table filled with people celebrating a birthday party. they were causing most of the noise. why today of all days.

ashton squeezed your hand, making you look at him, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you took more and more steps through the restaurant, finding the table where the band were already sitting at.

you didn’t greet them, didn’t even look at them, you couldn’t focus, your mind was racing. they understood that you didn’t deal well with loud noise or busy spaces, so this was not ideal for you at all.

the waiter brought everyone over some glasses of water, asking if you needed more time to decide on food. ashton answered for everyone, telling him you’d need more time.

you stared in front of you, whoever was there you were too overstimulated to care about that at this point. you were about to take a deep breath, when the loud noise of a group starting to sing happy birthday to someone at the table behind you started.

that was the last straw.

your hands started to sweat, your vision becoming blurry as tears welled up in your eyes. you couldn’t handle this. why did you ever think you’d be okay after so many things in your life changing over the past week. you had to get out of here, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“i can’t— i can’t be here,” you whispered, voice almost breaking. “i have to go.”

you frantically got up from your seat, trying not to lose your balance as your legs carried you to the door leading to the garden area at the back of the restaurant, hoping it would be quieter out there.

thankfully, it was, closed off to the public for whatever reason. you didn’t care right now. there were tears streaming down your face as you paced back and fourth on the wooden deck, hands locked into your hair as you tugged at the strands. something you did when you were way too overwhelmed.

you were mumbling to yourself, incoherent sentences that even you didn’t understand. your mind was racing, barely in control of your own actions.

it wasn’t long before ashton appeared outside to find where you were. seeing you, he walked over cautiously, leaving space as you continued to pace, the tugging on your hair getting worse as you cried out. he didn’t make any sudden movements, sitting himself on the seat nearest to you.

“i shouldn’t have suggested coming here, i'm sorry, baby,” ashton apologised whether you could hear him or not. “your headphones are in the car, and there’s a weighted blanket in there too.”

as he spoke, your mind started to calm, ashton was the only person who had ever been able to get you to settle in these situations. however, you shook your head as your feet slowed down for you to almost stop walking back and fourth.

ashton held his hand out in front of him, giving you the option to take it when you were ready. you managed to remove one hand from your hair, placing it in his. he squeezed softly, trying to give you some pressure to focus on.

“it’s okay, love, we’re gonna get you home, okay?” he calmly spoke. “can you give me your other hand? i don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

your hand tugged a couple more times, eventually you calmed enough to stop. but you didn’t place your hand in his, instead you took a step back, causing him to release your other hand. all you did was hold your arms out, making grabby hands at him. your way of asking for a hug when you weren’t able to verbally ask.

he stood immediately, slowly and gently wrapping his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on top of yours as he held you tight. you placed your arms around his torso, feeling his body enveloping you was one of your favourite feelings, one of the only things that could help make you feel better.

ashton felt your chest rising and falling at a fast speed, knowing you still needed some time to calm down. sometimes it took a while, sometimes it would be fast. he wasn’t sure how today would be.

“can you breathe with me, sweetheart?” he asked. “in and out, feel what i’m doing.”

as he took the first breath in, holding it for a few seconds before releasing, he thankfully felt you copying soon after. taking as many deep breaths as he did. when he realised you didn’t seem to be calming down, he knew he’d have to try and get you back to the car.

“we should get you back home, baby,” ashton kissed your head, letting go of you to take your hand instead.

he pulled you along with him, around to the front of the restaurant where the car was parked. he opened the door, helping you inside. leaving your door open, he found your weighted blanket in the back, grabbing it out to bring to you. he draped it over your legs, pulling it up to cover to your shoulders.

he rushed around to the drivers side, wanting to get back home as soon as possible. the drive was stressful, he knew it would be. you cried, gasped for air in your state, it pained him that he even brought you out. he rested his hand on your thigh above the blanket until you were pulling into the driveway, knowing you’d be inside soon.

“we’re home now,” ashton switched the ignition off, turning to you. seeing you were much calmer than before. “ready to go inside?”

you nodded, letting him wipe away a few tears from your cheeks. he helped you out of the car and up to the doorstep, unlocking the door in front of you. walking to the sofa, ashton helped you to sit down against the pillows, getting you comfortable before doing anything.

“do you need anything, baby?” ashton asked, kneeling down in front of you. “your headphones? or i can get you one of my hoodies to put on too?”

you didn’t reply for a moment, but nodded your head, not speaking. but he’d asked two questions, about to ask if you meant the headphones or hoodie, when you answered quietly.

“hoodie,” you mumbled.

ashton stood, rushing upstairs to find your favourite hoodie of his. he brought it down to you, helping you to pull it over your head and slip your arms into the sleeves. he adjusted your top underneath, making sure it wasn’t twisted or caught up in a way that would make you feel worse again.

finally, he sat down next to you, pulling you to lean back against his chest with his arms wrapped around you. your weighted blanket covering you, keeping your mind occupied with the feeling, ashton squeezing you helped too.

you sat in silence for a while, not sure how much time passed, but it was more than it normally is. a mixture of ashton having to leave for tour, and then him coming home from tour to make more music, all causing your routine to change too much for you to cope with.

ashton felt bad. he always hated when you became overwhelmed like this. he hated it even more that he felt it was his fault. he knew how you were with your schedule, and yet he asked you to come to dinner anyway.

you started feeling better, ashton never letting you go until you told him to do so. you leaned your head back to look up at him, smiling softly. he leaned down, pecking your lips a couple of times.

“i’m sorry,” you apologised. mostly for ruining dinner but also for the way you reacted.

“baby, you don’t need to apologise, there’s nothing to be sorry for,” ashton shook his head. “after so many things going on since i came home, i shouldn’t have asked about going out, we should’ve stayed home.”

you shrugged. you didn’t want him blaming himself. it’s not his fault that you get overwhelmed over the most simple things. he shouldn’t have to change the way he does things because of you.

“you got home, made some music,” you started quietly. “not a lot has happened really.”

“we’ve talked about this, my love,” ashton tucked your hair behind your ears. “it’s okay if anything becomes too much, i don’t mind taking things slow until you’re used to me being home again.”

“you shouldn’t have to.”

“but i will,” he told you. “as long as you need, it’ll just be me here from now on, whatever you need or want to do, just let me know, okay?”

“okay,” you mumbled.

you turned onto your side, snuggling up to ashton beside you. he kissed your cheek, holding you as close as he could. he’d do anything to make sure you’re okay, he just wished he’d realised from the start that he should’ve waited longer for you to adjust.

“how’re you feeling now?” he asked.

you shrugged at first. still not feeling like yourself. mostly tired, exhausted from being overwhelmed with too many things going on.

“how about we watch a movie?” ashton suggested. “try and distract yourself a bit more.”

“tangled?” you asked.

“course, baby,” ashton shuffled himself, reaching for the tv remote.

he knew you’d pick that movie, he would put anything on for you if it meant you’d feel a little better. tangled always made you feel better, one of your teenage comfort movies which carried with you as you got older.

as soon as the movie started you were fully engaged with it, fiddling with ashton’s hand in yours at the same time to give you more to do. your weighted blanket helped too.

you leaned your head on ashton’s shoulder, feeling tired after a while, closing your eyes. you let out a breath, finally letting yourself relax.

ashton looked down at you, glad to see you were finally able to get some rest. he kissed your cheek, noticing you’d dropped his hand into your lap, clearly having fallen asleep quite fast. you needed this and he’d let you sleep as long as you needed with him here.

“i’m sorry for today, tomorrow will be better, i promise,” ashton whispered. “i love you.”

✩ ✩ ✩

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Hey, I know I just tagged all of you in another Bill and Ted fanfic, but here’s another, based on my ship of Rufus, and Emmet ‘doc’ Brown from back to the future, and also some fandom recognition for the three leaders of the future, who don’t have much character, so their basically my ocs at this po, but they need some attention imo

Also, @professional-termite idk if you’re in the bill and ted fandom, but I once shared a fic with you, and you said I should try to space out the paragraphs more? Feedback? Is this good? I tried lmao

Also, also, tell me if you’d read more of this, because I’ll def write more!

Rufus woke up to his usual morning alarm at 6:30am, and he heard his husband start moving to get up. “Sorry honey, did my alarm wake you?”

He heard a very tired Emmet L. “Doc” Brown reply back an “Mm hm” as a “yes”. “Well, the most excellent thing about having an alarm, is the days when you can ignore it. We can sleep in for a while if you want?”

He heard another, more enthusiastic “Mm hmm!” from his partner, and chuckled, shutting off the alarm and getting back underneath the covers on the bed.

Rufus had fallen in love with Emmet Brown two years ago now, during a time-travelling mishap. They had kept in touch, and despite the two of them living in different points in time, they thought dating was worth a shot.

Emmet still technically lived in the year 1985, but he visited Rufus and stayed nights at his house whenever he could.

They had date nights every Friday, and made each other dinner at least once every week, and delivered it to the other’s house.

~~~~~~~~~~ time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~

Doc heard Rufus’ cell phone buzz on the bedside table. He glanced at the digital alarm clock sitting next to his husband’s side of the bed. 9:36AM. Emmet grunted, sitting up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“Rufus, dear. Time to get up.” Rufus immediately sat up. “Good morning my most excellent partner.” He said sleepily. Emmet chuckled at his tired husband, and his way of speaking. “Why’d your cell phone buzz?” Emmet asked.

Rufus held back a small laugh at Emmet still calling it a “cell phone”. Even though Rufus had shown his husband many futuristic inventions and concepts, he was still a slightly old-fashioned soul.

His train of thought ended abruptly when he realized the question he had been asked had so far been unanswered. “It was probably a text, let me look.” Rufus mumbled as he stretched, his back making multiple cracking sounds, and then reached for his phone.

Rufus sighed and read the notification on his phone. “One new message from Alex Lavender” Ah. It was Alex. Alex, Caleb, and Jackie were some of Rufus’ best friends, other than Emmet of course.

They also just so happened to be the Three Leaders of the Future, aka the most important people of Rufus’ era. No big deal or anything. They were all dorks anyways. Sure, they seemed all serious, intimidating, and stoic while at work, but at home?

They were the most friendly, most lovely, and most chaotic (in a good way, of course!) people Rufus’ knew.

(On Rufus’ phone, if I didn’t make that clear enough) 👇

Non-bi-babe: hey @Best-TeacherEVER;) and @GREAT.SCOTT! Wanna go to an outdoor concert and market? You’d better because you have 30 minutes to get ready and we’ll be outside your house to pick you up! See you then! <3<3<3

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if youre up to it could you maybe write little rain struggling to use her crutches? maybes shes mentally struggling because shes afraid shes going to get judge for using them but she gets comforted by the others explaining to her that its okay and actually really good for her to use them

hi, absolutely! in general i think that both big and small rain can use crutches well and has no physical or mental issues with this but there must've been a start, right? so here it is, i hope you like it!

670 words, she/her little rain, anxiety and bad feelings about mobility aids, a few tears, comfort from cg swiss, everything ends well &lt;3

The package got here not even 15 minutes ago but Rain has already slipped. She did while opening the big box, anxiety sending her down. It took months to even bring the ghoul to make the purchase and now that it got here… it was not going too well.

The crutches weren’t ugly, or anything. Quite the opposite, actually, Swiss and Zephyr, the latter being an expert in the field, helped Rain find some that didn’t look so… medical. He ordered two pairs, black and purple, and now they laid there on Rain’s desk as she stared at them with tears in her big eyes.

She was so scared. What if she became even clumsier with them? What if she’d need even more help from others? She’d certainly end up being a huge burden. What if they’d judge her? Maybe she was pretending? Yeah, she definitely didn’t need them, it wasn’t that bad, really, it–

“Rainbow?” Rain flinched hearing Swiss’ voice as he entered her room. She forgot to lock the door again, and now he would laugh at her and– “Hey, hey, Guppy, what’s wrong?”

“Swissy, ‘s ogay, go away,” she mumbled, now fully sobbing, as she curled in on herself.”

“Guppy, I can see it’s not okay,” Swiss sighed. “Can I sit next to you?”

Rain nodded shakily.

“What’s the- ah.” The multi ghoul noticed the crutches when he sat down, linking Rain’s little breakdown to them. “Overwhelmed you a bit, didn’t they?”

Another whimper, followed by a nod, “Scawry.”

“Oh, I bet it is,” Swiss chuckled. “Would you like a hug?”

Instead of answering verbally Rain threw herself at Swiss, hiding her teary face in the multi ghoul’s chest. He kicked up his body temperature a notch and wrapped his arms around her, whispering quiet reassurances. After a while, Rain’s breathing calmed down and her tears slowed. Only then Swiss spoke again, “Do you wanna tell me what’s so scary about them, Guppy?”

“‘s… ‘s jus’ dat I don’ wanna need helb,” Rain muttered into Swiss’ chest.

“You don’t wanna need help from those things or from us?”

“You, b’casue i’s annoyin’ and ‘m already a lot an–” she babbled, tears returning now that she voiced her bad thoughts.

“Hey, hey, none of that, baby!” Swiss chuckled, squeezing Rain a bit more. “You are not annoying and not a burden, never. We love you, all of us, always, and we love taking care of you. Do you think Ifrit minds having to warm up Zeph so often? Or that Mountain has a problem with having to create his weird special teas for them?”

“N– no… they love Zepf,” Rain admitted.

“Exactly! And we love you, so I don’t see anyyy problems.”

“B- but–”

“No buts, Guppy,” Swiss stopped her again. It was overwhelming, he understood that, but this was a topic for a conversation with big Rain. This little creature, that Swiss had currently a lapful of, needed to just be taken out of her head. “Anyway, I’ve got an idea.”

Rain hummed in question. “You’ve got those purple ones for when you’re little—I love that color by the way—but I still think it’s a bit too boring for you. What do you say about stickers?”

“Stickers?” she perked up. She loved stickers!

“Yeah! We can get you some fishy stickers, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes, Swissy, please! Can we… c’n we get a shark?” Rain brightened up now, her eyes still wet but not as sad as moments before.

“Of course we can! Lemme get my phone, we’ll look for some right away,” Swiss giggled, patting around for the device. Once he got it he settled by the headboard with Rain in his lap and they looked up different online stores with a variety of stickers of all kinds. Rain was excited now, wanted to get her hand on them and stick them on her new crutches, even if they still scared her a bit. But they would definitely be less scary all covered in fish.

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An Outing With The Kids (Klee, Says, Diona, and Qiqi with a Platonic! Parent-Like Reader)

This. This is so cute. I am super proud of this piece. It’s also 3 times longer than what I usually write XD the idea just took me away. So here it is!! The long awaited platonic-parent story. 

Sayu was visiting Mondstat, for the first time in a long time. She was perhaps too young the first time, because it didn’t seem like she remembered much of anything. You had talked to the priestess in Inazuma, and she entrusted you with keeping her safe while here. You had no problem with this whatsoever, you loved the little girl. She could be very sweet. A little mischievous sometimes, but sweet regardless.

She wanted to see anything and everything. It was fun that all of the regions in Teyvat could be so similar, but so different. Mondstat was a far cry from Inazuma, and Liyue was different in its own right as well. Sumeru was gorgeous, but it was much easier to get straight up lost. Without knowledge of the region, you could be walking for hours with no idea where you were. So in that way, you were thankful Sayu wanted to visit Mondstat. Now rather she really wanted to see it, or just wanted to see you, was up in the air.

“I wanna see…the Knight’s place.” She said, swinging her arms as she walked next to you. It was so cute to see, she acted very mature sometimes, but you knew she just wanted to be a little kid. Who were you to stop her?

“Oh! The Knights of Favonius headquarters? I can take you there! You might like Jean, but she can be pretty busy.” You headed in that direction, making sure she was right by your side, and continued. “She has an anemo vision as well!” You smiled at her, seeing the smile on her face as well.

She seemed even more excited than before, and you found yourself letting out a small laugh under your breath. “I can’t promise we can talk to her for long, but I think it would be nice for you to see her. I’d like to see her too, it’s been a while.” You stated, wondering just how long it had been since you’d seen the acting grandmaster herself. You had been traveling so much recently, so it had to have been a hot minute.

It didn’t take long to arrive, since most of the main city of Mondstat was relatively close together. Sayu seemed like she was bouncing in place, excited to meet the person you’d told her about. Walking in the door, that excitement only doubled. You heard a voice you recognized, and knocked on the door and confirmed that feeling.

“Y/N!” Klee yelled, and ran up and hugged you. “I missed you!” She looked up at you with puppy eyes, and you raised an eyebrow, placing a finger to your head, looking deep in thought.

“Now…did I miss Klee?” It was teasing and she knew it, but her eyes watered anyway, and you remedied the situation by picking her up, hugging her close. “I sure did! I missed Klee too!” You gave her a little spin in the air, and she giggled happily.

You realized where you were once more, at the clearing on Jean’s throat. However she didn’t seem upset in the slightest. She loved to see how good your relationship with the kids in town was. If you thought she was upset before, seeing that big smile on her face made you think differently.

“Oh?” Jean said, “Who’s this?” She leaned down a bit and looked at Sayu. Jean was also fantastic with kids, but more so when she wasn’t working. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Jean, the acting grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius.”

Sayu just hid behind you, clinging to the back of your shirt and peeking out around your side. With how much excitement she had before, it certainly disappeared seeing her in person now. She could be a very shy child, and she was very far from home which probably didn’t help.

Jean respected that Sayu was nervous, and changed topics. “As for the matter at hand…Klee has been saying she wants to see the play in Liyue. I don’t know how she heard about it, but she’s been trying to go there for some time now.” She sighed, “I wanted to find someone to escort her, so you came at the perfect time. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you to take her there.”

Klee hugged you even closer, wrapping her arms around you. “Please, please PLEEEEEEEASE TAKE ME TO SEE YUN JIN IN HER PLAY THING!” She pulled back only to look at you closely, with those adoring puppy dog eyes she knew always worked on you.

You smiled at her, and looked over to Sayu, “Well. It’s up to her. She’s my guest right now.” It was hard to see Sayu past Klee, who was clinging to you as if you’d ever drop her…

“Play…sounds nice.” And she hid fully behind you once more. “We have plays in Inazuma…I wanna see other place’s plays.” It was almost a whisper, but you heard her clearly. It brought a smile to your face, as Klee cheered in excitement.

You didn’t make it past the Cat’s Tail, when Diona came running up. “What are we doing today? Going somewhere without me?” And she pouted. But the pout quickly turned into a smile, seeing Klee and Sayu now holding hands. Supposedly so one didn’t get lost.

“We’re heading to Liyue,” You started, “We’re going to explore and see the town. Maybe watch a play while we’re there.” Her eyes quickly turned to stars, if it were even possible, “You’re more than welcome to come if it’s alright with these two!”

You looked back to see them share a serious glance, before looking at Diona and nodding. It made all three even more excited, and they smiled at each other. Adding another one of the kids to your journey. It would be nice, no responsibilities for a while, allowing the kids to just be…kids.

The journey was long, and all the way from Mondstat to Liyue was filled with conversation, each child growing close to the other. It warmed your heart, and you loved it to the core, that they trusted you enough to take care of them. You always would, even if you were apart for a while. They may as well be yours at this point. You considered them as if they were adopted kids. And seeing them get along? It was a truly peaceful moment.

You reached Liyue after a while, and Klee almost ran off, but Sayu pulled her back. They looked in awe at everything, and their eyes shone bright with excitement at the new area. Something told you that after this…they might all be begging you to bring them back there. But it brought another question to mind, while you were here with these kids.

What was Qiqi doing? While she may be older than those kids in some ways, it made you wonder how long it had been since she’s played with other kids. Making up your mind, you said “Let’s head to the pharmacy! I have someone I want you three to meet!” And you smiled, as they followed you to your destination.

Before you knew it, you were there. The kids looked around, and you leaned over the counter, knowing Qiqi was usually behind there. She was just so small. Hard to see if you didn’t know. But you were used to it by now. “Qiqi?”

Confirming your assumption, you saw the little head with purple hair lean up to see you. She gave the smallest of smiles, which you were used to. “Y/n?” She said in her usual soft voice.

You turned to see the other three girls, who all practically jumped on the counter to see who you were referring to. Qiqi looked a bit surprised, and the other three looked intrigued. “Girls, this is Qiqi! Qiqi,” You pointed to each girl as you said their names, “Klee, Diona, and Sayu!”

Before Qiqi could say anything back, Klee’s stomach rumbled. She looked surprised by the noise, and then feigned, falling towards you. She looked up, and had those…same…little pleading eyes. “Y/n…I want ice cream.”

It was a silly response, and you muttered, “I don’t think that will fill you up…” And you sweat dropped a bit. You patted her head, and pondered. There were many good places to eat while you were in Liyue. You were thinking of the places when you heard Qiqi’s quiet voice.

“Ice cream…Qiqi’s never had ice cream.” Now it was your turn to be surprised. She had plenty of opportunities, there were often ice cream sellers in most regions. Especially restaurants. You had to wonder…why Baizhu never got her any.

The three girls made noises of shock, and Klee jumped up on the counter. At least…as best she could. She was trying desperately to hold herself on it. Legs kicking and dangling bellow, and arms pulling all of the weight they could so she could look at Qiqi. “We’ll get you ice cream. Promise!”

Diona put her hands on her hips, “But if she hasn’t had it before…” She placed her hand to the side of her head for dramatic effect, “How will we know which flavor to get?” She tilted her head and looked at Qiqi, “Is there anything you DON’T like?”

Klee let herself fall back to the ground, and grabbed your hand, looking at Sayu and Diona, before signaling them to follow. “I got a plan!” She dragged you off, and Sayu plus Diona followed right behind, leaving a very confused Qiqi in the dust.

Klee got down the steps from the pharmacy, and stopped. “I…don’t know where to get ice cream.” She looked down at the ground and kicked a couple times. She did that a lot, and it was always cute.

The response and action made you let out a louder laugh. “Oh hun…this way.” You had to wipe a tear from your eye, you laughed so hard. The fact she was so willing and compassionate for wanting to do something as simple as get a stranger ice cream…it was so kind. So mature. Kind of. She could be mature. When she wanted to be.

You led the girls to the ice cream stand. The man smiled at you, and gave a general price range for the ice creams. Nodding, you showed the girls they could get whatever they wanted.

Klee answers first, with a “COTTON CANDY AND GUMMY BEARS AND WORMS AND CHOCOLATE CHIPS!” To which it seemed everyone stared in shock briefly before smiling. Mature? Maybe sometimes. But not right now. Right now, she was just your average little girl with way too big of a sweet tooth.

“Just…don’t tell your brother I let you have that.” She nodded in response, but you knew she wasn’t going to tell him. You and her knew how to keep secrets. But…even so…he always seemed to know something was off. Most he did was sigh, but you were more inclined to not risk anything with him.

Sayu was next, not even looking at the menu and arrangement of different flavors of ice cream. “Mint chocolate chip…please.” She looked away from the man, and he nodded, not that she saw it. Back to shy-Sayu.

Diona’s was quick and easy, just vanilla. Then the real problem arose. “What flavor should we get Qiqi?” You asked, letting the girls decide. That was apparently the wrong decision…or so says your wallet.

Klee looked very determined, and somewhat serious when she said “One of each.” And held out her hand, determined to give him YOUR money, herself. “P-Please!” At least she was being polite. Somewhat.

“Klee…there’s 10 flavors. We can’t carry all that.” You tried to reason, but she only thought for a brief moment before responding. Ah, what it was to have children. They may not be your own, but you were proud of them anyway. However you did have to try and use logic with them.

“Easy! One of each! But two scoops on each one.” She crossed her arms as he made her ice cream, and you could see the man fighting a laugh. “Wait…” She counted everyone’s hands. “We’re one hand short…” She pointed back at the ice cream, as if she just solved world hunger, “Easy again! We let Qiqi try Diona’s vanilla ice cream so she can try every flavor.”

“HEY!” She yelled, “Why does it have to be my ice cream?” She took the ice cream from the man with a small “thank you” before turning back to Klee, hiding the ice cream behind her hand, despite everyone knowing she had it.

In the background, the man continued to make ice cream. It was his job, but he was trying so…so hard not to laugh. Even more so when he saw your exasperated face. “Klee…Qiqi can try my ice cream. It’s okay.” You turned to the main with an apologetic expression. “One of each…five on each scoop. All…all different ones.”

Klee ignored everything for a moment, enjoying her ice cream. At this rate, it would be gone before the man even finished making all of your ice cream. “Klee! Be careful you’ll get brain freeze!” You held your 4 scoops of ice cream in the cones, and had the girls grab the extra ones. “Now come on! We gotta see Qiqi before all this ice cream melts!” You smiled, having handed the man money a long time ago.

The girls let out some cheers, and you all ran to the pharmacy. Luckily it was a cooler day, and it was pretty close. Baizhu was there when you arrived, and he looked confused at all of the children with ice cream…and you…also with ice cream. “Well now, what do we have here?” He chuckled.

“Qiqi’s never had ice cream before!” Diona stated. She walked over to the counter and peeked her head around. “Are you gonna work all day?” She raised an eyebrow, and reached the ice cream out for Qiqi.

Qiqi looked to Baizhu, and he smiled, patting her head. “Go on. Take the rest of the day off. Hang out, make friends. Just be careful.” He winked, and moved to stand behind the counter, taking over the role from Qiqi.

You didn’t have to ask her twice. She ran excitedly around the counter and gestured for you all to follow her out of the shop, before Baizhu changed his mind. “Sit?” She asked, not always one for many words.

You thought for a second, and smiled. “I know just the place.” It would be perfect. To your knowledge, none of the girls had ever gone there. Not even Qiqi, who lives here. There really was no better place.

You had to pull a few strings, but you were here. The look on the girl’s faces was more than worth it when they got the perfect view of all of Liyue. Upon the edge of the Jade Chamber. It was a mixture of intrigue and awe on their faces. Qiqi knew of the Jade Chamber, but she had never been there. How could she? Working for Baizhu and rarely doing much outside of that didn’t leave much room for something like that.

The other three were beaming, as you all ate your ice cream together, even if a good bit of it had melted down your arms. There was but a moment of silence, before there were cries of joy as well as random banter. They fought over which ice cream flavor they’d bet Qiqi liked most. Before long, she had tried each and every one of them.

“So Qiqi…what’s the verdict?” You asked, looking at her primarily but seeing the other three waiting in anticipation in the background. She had tried them all, and looked deep in thought. It took her several moments to speak on her decision as she made up her mind.

“I like…all of them.” The three girls looked shocked, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Klee, Sayu, and Diona all burst into arguments. Sayu mostly stayed quiet, and Klee looked distressed as Diona all but screamed her protest.

“Come on! You have to pick a favorite! We all have one!” She groaned, and you could see the irritation clearly on her face. For some reason, she was taking this very…very seriously. What did you expect? She was still a child. However her look of irritation scared Klee and Sayu, while Qiqi seemed unfazed by it.

Qiqi tilted her head ever so slightly, “Um…then…my favorite…is vanilla.” Her face didn’t give anything away to the girls who didn’t know her well. But you? You knew. She picked that because Diona asked. It made you laugh a little bit, but you tried to hold it in. She didn’t want a confrontation, and she probably saw Diona as more of a threat considering the other two were much more tame.

Diona hopped up, and dropped her ice cream over the edge. She didn’t seem to care all that much. “See! I knew it!” She plopped back down next to Qiqi and put an arm around her shoulder. Qiqi leaned away slightly, but otherwise didn’t protest. “You have good taste! The best if I do say so myself!” She put a hand over her heart and had that glimmer in her eye.

The laughter you were holding in? Yeah. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. It was seemingly sudden, and it caused some of the people working at the Jade Chamber to look at you oddly. The girls looked equally surprised, and found themselves laughing with you after a moment.

Klee jumped up after your bouts of laughter, and looked mortified. “Y/N!” She yelled. “I FORGOT TO TELL YOU THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR THE ICE CREAM AND TAKING US HERE!” She was being loud again, but this time the workers smiled and continued on.

Sayu chimed in next, “Yeah…thank you.” She cuddled closer to your side. “And…I love you.” It was almost hard for her to say, but it meant the world and more to you. She hid her face in your side, and curled up on your lap as she usually did in moments like this. She’d fall asleep sooner rather than later, lying there.

This caused Klee to jump up again and scream that she loved you, going to your side and pulling you into a hug. She was much more affectionate than any of the others, not caring as much of what people think of her. She giggled and smiled, resting a head on your arm, not quite tall enough to reach your shoulder itself.

Diona scoffed, and smirked at you. “I suppose you’ve earned my love.” And she went to your side, not being as affectionate. She sat, and leaned her arm against yours. It was small…to some. But bigger than you could say. It wasn’t often she’d be so openly “lovey-dovey” with you. But perhaps she was feeling slightly jealous of the attention the other girls gave.

Qiqi looked to the ground, and whispered just loud enough for you to hear. “Love…do I…love? Can I love?” She looked at you, then at the girls around you. “Maybe…” She whispered, moving behind you. She clearly didn’t know what she was doing, but she patted your head a couple times. Then decided to do something you didn’t expect from her.

She leaned forward, and rested her head on top of yours, placing her arms around you. “I…I think I love you.” She let a tear or two slip, now realizing she could do things others did. She could be a child, she could express love. She could find brief moments…of happiness. And above all, she could love.

You loved all of them dearly. This moment meant so much to you, to bring the girls you considered daughters together. Make an odd little family. Each girl was unique, and so unlike each other. What did you do to deserve all their love?

Rather you felt you earned it or not, you whispered back an “I love you too.” You knew…you would do anything for these girls. You had known for a long time. That you wanted to see them grow up. Be a part of their lives. And protect them from anything that came their way. You hoped they knew that too, and valued your love as your valued theirs. Things…were going to be okay, you thought as you looked up to the clouds in the sky. Yeah…things were going to be just fine.

[mxtsuriluv]

kidnapping, alcohol, cursing, mentally abusive, age gap, sexual assault, assault/jerks, trauma, drama, hatred, enemies to lovers, mommy issues, daddy issues, suicide, self harming, drug abuse , written in lower case and so much more for those topics that are sensitive such as sa, suicide, etc i'll put a warning beforehand ! < 3

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"sorry?"

everyone in the class exclaimed to the news their teacher relied on them. mr.aizawa sigh and was dumbfounded by his students reaction, i mean he at least expected his students to at least be happy? not to gave him a dull reaction. isn't this a good way for them to interact with eachother and get to know one another better so why are they acting like its the end of the world?

"well you guys don't look happy about it" mr.aizawa said as the students quickly shook their heads.

"were overjoy sensei! but why now? is there a sole purpose for this task?" kirishima asked as the others agreed to it.

"midnight though this was a good idea for you guys, think about it as taking a little break. im not sure why she suggested it now, nedless to say kids she's the one that choose your partner for this project. you guys are to stay with your partner for 30 days and get to know eachother better, matter of fact socialize with them more, and this would count as a big grade in your finals. anyone who objects would fail my class, i'm sure none of you have any problem with it"

"yes, mr.aizawa" everyone said.

satisfied with the answer, mr.aizawa in the chalkboard wrote down his students names and who will they be partner up with.

y/n was looking for her name and it seemed that mr.aizawa wrote their names based on the rows they were seated in. row a contained hagakure who got paired up with ojiro, then was bakugou who got paired up with ...yaoyorozu?, anyways next in line was midoryia who got paired up with uraraka

anddd finallyyy..... y/n with -

there's no way. some students were happy with who their partner was for this assignment and some were not. in this case y/n was not, like how could she? when her partner doesn't even like her and can't stand being in the same room as her!?

"oh! y/n is with..... todoroki!" mina exclaimed excited but worried at the same time.

upon hearing that the whole classroom stood silence. they all know that todoroki and yagi don't exactly get along, at least that's what it seems like.

"is there any way we can change our partners..." y/n said in a whisper but due to the quietness mr.Aizawa was able to hear it.

"you must stay with the partner you were assigned to"

and with that being said, the bell rang making everyone go towards their partner for the assigment, y/n made her way towards yaoyorozu and whisper to her.

"please switch partners with me yaomomo" y/n pleaded

"but you heard mr.aizawa.."

"he doesn't have to know, you and todoroki have more chemistry together so i don't see the big deal"

"c,chemistry?" yaoyorozu said slightly confused but flatter a little.

"oi, brat i don't like my partner as well but i'm sucking it up. it's not the end of the world, deal with it"

bakugou said as he grab the girl and drag her towards todoroki throwing her at him.

"if i find out you hurt her in any way, i'll destroy that angelic face of yours" bakugou said as he glared at him and then left, going towards yaoyorozu.

"forgot to mention, by the end of the project you guys need to write a summary about it and i want details in it, class dismissed"

todoroki quickly cleared his throat making y/n pulled away from him. both of them stood there awkwardly.

"uh, so what do you wanna do first?" y/n said as she look up to him meeting his stoic face and out of habit she started scratching herself on her neck, she usually does it when she's nervous.

"screw you" todoroki said and y/n stood there dumbfounded as he passed right through her leaving her alone for a moment.

'did he?... no. he did not just— ima kill that son of a bitch!'

and with that y/n started running after him. "hey! jackass!" y/n yelled making todoroki turned around with a sigh of annoyance only to be greeted with snow right onto his face. y/n had use her quirk against him.

"it's been two years todoroki, two damn years of this whole rivalries thing. i don't know why you despite me that much but please just go through this like a mature person so we can get the damn grade"

y/n said sternly as she look into the boys eyes, she wanted to have atleast a reaction out of him, but at the end she got nothing, she only got the same stoic dull face of his.

on the other hand todoroki was about to use his quirk against the girl and freeze her where she's standing and leave the building but she was right. the whole project thing was a grade at the end of the day and they needed to at least pretend they were getting a lot for some time.

he quickly glanced at the girl, golden hour had just set in illuminating the hallways with orange and yellowish tinges, and as well her. her skin look so soft under the hues of the light. todoroki suck in a breath, his classmate was attractive sure but shoto can't bring himself to accept the girl, for fuck sakes she's all might child.

and for that sole reason he doesn't want to be around the girl. all might is the whole reason his father created him in the first place, his whole existence he has been taught to become greater than him and beat him, so when he found out all might had a daughter he was determine to become greater than her and beat her at everything.

as second passed by, y/n grew irritated. she felt like she was making a full of herself and she didn't like that not one bit, biting the inside of her mouth she sigh.

"well each have a turn, one minute to say what we think about each other, what we feel towards one another, and then we'll put our differences aside and get this over with, deal?"

todoroki listened to the girl and slowly nodded as he saw y/n signaling him to go first.

"don't take this very personal but your not the brightest person out there. for someone who thinks so high of themselves i expected more from you yagi. those countless matches were we needed to compete, it seemed like you were always going so easy on me, seems like pithiness towards me. that's what i hate so much about you, remember our first encounter? heck you pushed me out of your way and didn't even apologize or anything you look back and stare at me for a second and walked away like if i was someone that was just wasting your time, like if i was a low life that couldn't, can't be compare to your level. i can't stand being in the same room as you... literally talking with you right now is making me want to puke, i would rather be alone in a room with mineta instead of being stuck here with you. you annoy me, every single word that comes out of you makes my head hurt and i wanna shove it right back at your mouth just to get you to shut up"

y/n had to put a finger on his mouth in order to shut him up, she back away and look slightly hurt.

"plus your all might's child and i'm endevours, our fathers have history of not liking one another it was bound to happened that we won't as well"

y/n just nodded towards him and slightly smile.

"haha did you had to be that honest with me? todoroki our first encounter was just a misunderstanding, i wasn't staring at you, i was staring behind you which so happened to be bakugou, he pissed me off that day. whatever i'm not here to explain myself."

and with a deep breath y/n took a look of the boy.

"let me prove you wrong during these 30 days ... just put up with my behavior for 30 days and if by the end of it you still don't like me we'll never talk to one another again or even acknowledge the other..deal?"

shoto slightly frowned to the girl but it wasn't really a bad deal so he agreed to it.

"you didn't got to say your part about how you feel about me"

"i have nothing to say to you todoroki, now let's pretend that we're the bested friends"

a groan left the boys mouth as he started following the girl back to the dorms. this project sure was going to impact their life's.