#i know she exploded your arm and stuff but she was just a kid :(( she didn’t know better

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A Mystery Benefactor

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Summary: The BAU team begins to notice Spencer Reid’s sudden upgrade in accessories—an expensive watch, a designer satchel—sparking curiosity. When Garcia delivers a package containing a luxury tie and a note signed Love, Y/N, the truth unravels: Spencer has a mystery benefactor—his wealthy girlfriend. The team demands answers, and the next day, you arrive at the office, effortlessly charming everyone. Over dinner, they interrogate you about your wealth, teasing Spencer mercilessly. Despite his embarrassment, it’s clear—he’s completely smitten, and you have every intention of spoiling him for a long time.

Pairing: Reader/Spencer Reid

The first time the team noticed something was different about Spencer, it was subtle. A new watch—sleek, expensive-looking, but nothing too flashy. Derek Morgan had squinted at it during a briefing, noting how it gleamed under the fluorescent lights.

“New watch, pretty boy?” Morgan teased, nudging Spencer’s arm.

Spencer, who had been flipping through a case file, blinked and quickly tucked his wrist under the table. “Uh, yeah. Just something I—uh—picked up.”

JJ raised an eyebrow. “Picked up? Since when do you shop for anything that isn’t books?”

Spencer hesitated. He wasn’t exactly great at lying, so he just hummed noncommittally and went back to his papers. The team shared a look but let it go.

Then came the new leather satchel, replacing the beat-up messenger bag he had used since his first year at the BAU.

Emily eyed it curiously. “Is that… designer?”

Spencer looked down at the smooth, high-quality leather and gulped. “I… I don’t know.”

Morgan let out a low whistle. “Kid, that bag costs at least a thousand bucks.”

“That’s… that’s a lot, huh?” Spencer winced.

“Reid, where the hell are you getting all this stuff?” Rossi asked, giving him a knowing look. “Did you finally take my advice and start playing poker again?”

Hotch, though focused on his paperwork, raised an eyebrow at that. Spencer shook his head rapidly. “No! No gambling.”

More murmurs from the team. The mystery of Spencer’s sudden upgrade in accessories continued.

But it wasn’t until Garcia waltzed in holding a package that things got even more suspicious.

“Ooooh, my genius bean, something arrived for you!” she sang, setting a box on the table in front of him. It was wrapped elegantly, the brand logo discreet but expensive.

The team practically hovered as Spencer hesitated before peeling the wrapping away. Inside was a stunning silk tie in deep purple, along with a handwritten note.

Wear this tonight. Miss you. - Love, Y/N

Spencer’s ears went red.

Morgan snatched the note before Spencer could react. His eyebrows shot up. “Who the hell is Y/N?”

Emily leaned in. “Are we missing something? A girlfriend, maybe?”

The room went silent.

Spencer, realizing he was very much caught, fidgeted. “Uh…”

The team exploded.

“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!”

“How did we not know this?!”

“Wait, wait, wait. She’s the one buying you all this fancy stuff?!”

Spencer cleared his throat. “She… she enjoys treating me, yeah.”

Morgan shook his head, amused. “Damn, pretty boy. You’ve been holding out on us. Who is this mysterious sugar mama?”

Spencer groaned, hiding his face behind his hands. “She’s not a sugar mama. She’s just… well-off.”

“How well-off?” Rossi asked, smirking.

Spencer hesitated before mumbling, “Very.”

“Ohhh, we need to meet her,” Garcia grinned.

Spencer sighed, already regretting everything.

***

The BAU team didn’t have to wait long. The very next day, as they wrapped up their morning meeting, an unexpected visitor strolled into the bullpen.

You walked in confidently, dressed sharply, carrying a small bag in your hand. The team barely had time to react before Spencer spotted you, his eyes going wide.

“Oh no,” he mumbled under his breath.

Morgan, Emily, and JJ all turned at once.

“Is that…?” JJ started.

“Ohhh, she’s gorgeous,” Garcia whispered, fanning herself dramatically.

You smiled as you reached Spencer’s desk. “Hey, handsome,” you greeted, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Morgan’s jaw dropped. “No. Way.”

Spencer coughed, his entire face heating up. “Um. Guys. This is… uh, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Girlfriend?” Rossi repeated with amusement. “More like mystery benefactor.”

You chuckled, holding up the bag. “Actually, I just came to drop off his lunch. He left it at home.”

Hotch, who had been observing with a rare smirk, finally spoke. “So, Y/N, should we be expecting more luxury deliveries for Dr. Reid?”

You grinned. “I do like spoiling him.”

Morgan shook his head in disbelief. “I gotta ask—how did you two even meet?”

Spencer sighed, resigning himself to the inevitable. “We met at a lecture I was giving a year ago. She—”

“I thought he was adorable,” you finished for him, smiling. “So I asked him out.”

JJ looked between the two of you, impressed. “And let me guess—he said no at first?”

You laughed. “Oh, absolutely. But I was persistent.”

Rossi raised an eyebrow. “Persistent and wealthy. Kid, you hit the jackpot.”

Spencer groaned, covering his face again.

Emily leaned back in her chair. “Alright, Y/N, I think it’s time for the real question. Just how well-off are we talking?”

You glanced at Spencer, who gave you a pleading look. Smiling mischievously, you reached into your bag and pulled out a set of keys, tossing them to Morgan.

He caught them and stared. “Wait. This is…” His eyes flicked to you in shock. “You drive an Aston Martin?”

You winked. “One of them.”

The team erupted into laughter and disbelief, while Spencer simply sighed in surrender.

***

That evening, the team insisted on taking you out for dinner to “interrogate” you properly. They chose a fancy restaurant, much to Spencer’s dismay.

Garcia, grinning, leaned in the moment you sat down. “So, Y/N, I have to know—what is it about our dear Spencer that caught your attention?”

You smiled at your boyfriend, who was already looking like he wanted to disappear into his seat. “Oh, that’s easy. He’s brilliant, kind, and the most fascinating man I’ve ever met.”

Spencer coughed. “I—uh, well—”

Morgan smirked. “And the fact that he looks like a model in a lab coat?”

You laughed. “That doesn’t hurt.”

Hotch, ever the observer, finally spoke up. “Spencer mentioned you were… very well-off.”

You sipped your drink before nodding. “That’s true.”

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Like ‘comfortable’ well-off, or ‘private jet’ well-off?”

You gave Spencer a knowing look before shrugging. “Somewhere in between.”

Morgan whistled. “Damn, pretty boy, you really did win the lottery.”

Spencer groaned again as the team laughed.

As the night went on, you fit right in with the BAU family. They teased Spencer mercilessly, but you could tell they adored him just as much as you did. And despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t stop sneaking little glances at you, his expression soft with affection.

By the end of the evening, Garcia threw her arms around you. “You’re officially one of us now, sugar mama.”

Spencer groaned. “She’s not a sugar mama!”

Morgan grinned. “Right, right. Just a very generous, very wealthy girlfriend who buys our boy luxury gifts.”

You squeezed Spencer’s hand under the table, smiling. “And I plan to keep spoiling him for a long time.”

The team cheered, Spencer turned bright red, and you knew this wouldn’t be the last time they teased him about you.

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WHAT'S IN MY BAG

With Jay and Y/n as a couple

Idolbf!?Jay X idolReader?!

Warming: this is just a Fanfiction so idc if you think it's real and all Lmaoo, but if think it's real you in therapy i mean we all need no cap but yeahhh

Synopsis- Couple, Mentions of Jay's family, brand names, just them being cute mentions of Jay's mom smacking him and alot is going on so read itttttt you hoeeee hahha just kidding sorry sorry

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The camera zooms in as two stylish figures walk in and settle into their seats. Jay is dressed in all-black chic with sleek sunglasses resting on his head, while Y/N is in soft pastels, her bag literally glittering with charms. They wave at the camera with matching grins.

Y/N: (clears her throat dramatically, then leans in toward the camera with a fake-serious face, mimicking the iconic tone)

“‘Hi British Vogue. I’m Charli XCX. And this is what’s in my bag.’”

Jay: (slowly turns to side-eye her with the most unimpressed expression ever, arms crossed)

“…We’re not even on British Vogue.”

Y/N: (bursts out laughing, clutching her chest like she just did a full Oscar monologue)

“I know, but I was just tempted to say ittt.”

Jay: (pretending to look around like he's trying to find the exit)

“I don’t know her.”

Y/N: (ignores him with flair, now sitting up straighter and smiling at the camera)

“Okay. Hey hi, I’m Y/N.”

Jay: (finally gives in, sighing but smiling softly)

“And I’m Jay.”

BOTH (in sync):

“And this is… what’s in my bags with Vogue.”

Jay: (adding with a sly grin)

“Couples edition.”

Y/N: (immediately turns her head, giving him a suspicious side-glance while trying not to smile. Then she playfully eyes him up and down like she’s judging whether he’s qualified to even say that. Finally, she blushes just a little and swats at his arm)

“Don’t say it like that.”

Jay: (grinning, absolutely knowing what he’s doing)

“Like what?”

Y/N:

“You know what.”

Jay: (leans back, smirking)

“‘Couples edition.’ Just saying facts.”

Y/N: (still recovering from her blush, clears her throat and changes the subject quickly)

“Okay—bags. Let’s go.”

They both grab their bags and set them on the table. Hers is overflowing with charms, keychains, and plushie zipper pulls. His is a clean, matte black crossbody with absolutely no decoration.

Y/N: (pointing between them dramatically)

“Look at this. Look at this beautiful chaos and then this sad little void.”

Jay: (mock offended)

“My bag is elegant. Yours looks like a toy store exploded.”

Y/N: (grinning)

“It’s called having a personality, Jay.”

Jay: (dryly)

“It’s called ten pounds of unnecessary objects, Y/N.”

Y/N immediately unzips the top and starts pulling stuff out like she’s in a speed round.

Y/N:

“Okay, so first off, hand cream—this is seasonal, obviously. Then we have—oh my god wait.”

She pauses suddenly, digging a little deeper into a side pocket.

Y/N: (gasps, dramatically holding something up)

“A photocard. Not of members. Not even of Jay. It’s literally—Jake.”

She shows the camera a shiny, official photocard of Jake, complete with a peace sign and sparkles.

Jay: (leans in slowly, narrowing his eyes)

“…You carry around photocards of my members?”

Y/N: (laughing nervously)

“Okay listen. So i bought an enhypen album and I pulled him plus he looked really good in this one, and I didn’t have a sleeve for it, so I just—look, don’t be jealous, babe.”

Jay: (snatching it from her hand and turning it over)

“I am jealous. Why is he winking?! Why is there glitter?!”

Y/N: (trying not to laugh)

“Please don’t fight him over it.”

Jay: (to the camera, holding up the card)

“This is betrayal. I need to have a little chat with him seems.”

Y/N: (leans close, whispering into his ear playfully)

“But Jay, I still sleep in your hoodie though.”

Jay: (instantly smug again)

“Okay fine, you’re forgiven.”

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Y/N: (still digging through her bag, excited)

“Okay, okay, now the good stuff’s coming out—”

She pulls out a small digital camera, pastel pink with stickers on it, and waves it around proudly.

Y/N:

“My baby! I take this everywhere. Like, if we’re out on a coffee date or just walking around, I always sneak a few pictures. He complains, but he secretly loves it.”

Jay: (grinning)

“I don’t complain. I just don’t like getting caught mid-bite.”

Y/N: (ignoring him, now pulling out a thick little journal covered in doodles and stuck-on paper scraps)

“And then—my journal. We'll kinda like junk journal but this is like, my brain. My feelings. My rants. My weird sketches. Random receipts and photos i paste in it. Doodles of Jay’s weird sleepy faces—”

Jay: (mock insulted)

“You draw me in there?! Without consent?!, i mean you're really good at art and stuff but still”

Y/N: (giggling)

“Only the ones where you’re being cute.”

Jay: (softly, leaning in)

“So… all of them?”

Y/N: (blushing, lightly smacking his arm with the journal)

“Shut up.”

She dives back in and suddenly holds up a small drawstring pouch.

Y/N:

“Oh, and this! My crochet stuff.”

She opens it to show a couple of pastel yarn balls, a hook, and a tiny unfinished project—maybe a flower coaster.

Y/N: (brightening up)

“I crochet in cafés or in the car when we’re stuck in traffic after our shows. I made Jay a beanie last winter—”

Jay: (suddenly smug)

“She did. And I actually wear it. It’s black and off white. Kinda emo tho but i like it.”

Y/N: (bashful, shrugging)

“I was proud of that one.”

Y/N just finished showing her adorable crochet things when Jay reaches for his sleek black bag and gives the camera a confident nod.

Jay:

“Alright. Time for the real star of the show.”

Y/N: (snorting)

“Here comes Mr. ‘I only carry essentials’ with nine essentials.”

Jay:

“They’re all necessary.”

Jay pulls out a sleek black wallet first.

It’s well-organized, no surprise there. He flips it open dramatically for the camera.

Jay:

“My wallet. Leather. Sexy. Efficient. Contains zero cash because I live in the future.”

Y/N: (peeking into it)

“And, like, ten loyalty cards. This man is loyal to his coffee shops.”

Next, his black metal credit card. He holds it up and wiggles it like it's Excalibur.

Jay:

“This? This is the weapon I use when she says ‘I’m not gonna buy anything’ and then proceeds to buy the store.”

Y/N: (rolling her eyes)

“It’s called retail therapy.”

Jay: (to the camera)

“And I’m her financial support group.”

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Y/N: I mean why not guys, i maybe be a strong independent woman, but sometimes I love spending my man's money too, heheheh

Y/N: (digging deeper into her bag, looking guilty but proud)

“Okay... so, full confession time.”

Jay: (eyes her suspiciously)

“Oh boy. Here we go.”

Y/N: (laughs, holding up a pair of black sunglasses)

“These aren’t mine. They're his.”

Jay: (leans forward, squinting)

“Wait—aren’t those my new—?!”

He reaches out, takes the sunglasses, and checks the inside arm.

“Yup. Literally just bought these last week.”

Y/N: (grinning like a thief caught mid-crime)

“Exactly. You buy something cool, and within a week, somehow it just... ends up in my bag.”

Jay: (mock hurt)

“Do I ever complain baby?”

Y/N: (grinning)

“Nope. Not once. That’s why I keep doing it.”

She shrugs innocently.

“He buys jackets, I steal them. He buys cool rings, it's suddenly mine. Even his perfume—”

Jay:

“Guys. That’s why she loves me.”

He looks at the camera, dramatically placing a hand on his chest.

“I suffer in silence.”

Y/N: (pouting playfully)

“You’re so dramatic.”

Jay: (now pulling something out of his bag)

“You wanna talk about dramatic? The one time I take your hair tie—ONE TIME—”

Y/N: (gasps, pointing)

“YOU STRETCHED IT OUT!”

Jay: (switches to a higher-pitched voice, pretending to be her)

‘Babe, that was my favourite one—it matched my vibe—now it’s ruined—’”

He drops the act and grins at her.

“I swear, she has, like, thirty, but I pick the wrong one every time.”

Y/N: (blushing but laughing hard)

“Okay, fine. I might be slightly dramatic about my stuff, but why do you even need a hair tie”

Jay: (scoffing lightly)

“You think?”

Okay Jay's turn. He then pulls out a matte bottle of his favorite perfume and spritzes the air.

Jay:

“This is something like Cherry, rum something, But this is the one she steals. I spray it and she’s like, ‘why do you smell so good?’ as if she didn’t use it this morning.”

Y/N: (guilty smile)

“Okay but it does smell like a rich CEO who just crushed a business meeting and now wants to kiss you in his office.”

Jay: (smirking)

“Exactly the vibe."

He pulls out a mini cologne roller, a lip balm, a breath spray, and a travel-sized comb.

Jay:

“This is my hot boy survival kit. Stay fresh, stay ready. You never know when Vogue will shove a camera in your face.”

Y/N: (mock whispering)

“He used the breath spray before asking me out the first time. He was so nervous.”

Jay: (blushing slightly)

“It’s called being prepared!”

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Y/N is still digging through her magical bag of endless treasures when her fingers wrap around something small and hard. She pulls it out carefully—

Y/N:

“Oh! This one's special.”

She holds up a delicate, gold-trimmed hairpin with tiny hand-painted flowers on it.

Y/N: (softly, fond)

“Jay’s mom gave this to me when they went on a family trip.”

Jay: (peeking at it)

“She picked it out herself.”

Y/N: (beaming)

“Yeah! She was like, ‘This reminded me of you, so I had to get it’—and I was like, ma’am?? Please adopt me???”

Jay: (dramatically sulking)

“She’s replaced me. I’m not even the favorite anymore.”

Y/N: (teasing)

“Apparently I am now. Sorry, not sorry.”

Jay:

“You’ve known her for less than 3 years and she already loves you more than me. The betrayal runs deep.”

Y/N: (laughing)

“No, but seriously, Jay’s mom is so cool. Like, classy, elegant... but also savage.”

Jay: (knows exactly where this is going)

“Don’t say it—”

Y/N: (grinning at the camera)

“She literally smacked him with a slipper last month for making a mess in the kitchen. I was just sitting there sipping tea like 👁️👄👁️”

Jay: (hands in the air)

“She ambushed me!”

Y/N:

“You made a big mess in the kitchen while making us dinner. You deserved that slipper.”

Jay:

“She acts like she’s all soft and sweet, but she’s got that mom strength. You blink and boom—pain.”

Y/N: (smiling at the hairpin)

“I keep this with me because… I don’t know, it reminds me I’m loved. She really treats me like her daughter.”

Jay glances over, his teasing fading into something much softer as he watches her turn the pin between her fingers.

Jay: (gently)

“She says you’re the best thing I’ve ever brought home.”

Y/N: (blushing)

“Well... she has good taste.”

They both chuckle. Jay leans in and brushes her hair back gently, pretending to tuck the hairpin in.

Jay:

“Next time she hits me with the slipper, I’m telling her it’s your fault.”

Y/N: (innocent voice)

“I’ll just smile and offer her another one.”

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Y/N’s fingers dive into one of the inside pockets of her tote as she talks casually.

Y/N:

“Okay, I think this is the last item—wait—”

She pulls out a pen, but with it come a few small polaroids that flutter down onto the table between them.

Y/N: (laughs softly)

“Oh... oops.”

Jay tilts his head, curious, as she flips them over one by one.

Y/N:

“They’re just... random photos I keep. My friends, my members… this one’s me and Mina at the studio… that’s when I twisted my ankle on set—don’t laugh! And—”

She suddenly holds up a photo like it’s precious.

Y/N: (grinning)

“Here he is. My baby, my son. Nicholas.”

It’s a picture of a regal-looking orange cat perched on her desk, blinking at the camera like he owns the world.

Jay: (squinting, dramatic)

“You keep a whole photo of Nicholas in your bag?”

Y/N:

“Yeah? Of course I do. He is my love.”

Jay: (fake offended)

“Okay but—where’s my photo? Am I even in your top five?”

Y/N: (teasing, without looking up)

“Hmm... questionable.”

Jay:

“Wow. She really loves that cat more than me. I knew it.”

Y/N just grins and pulls out another photo—this time of Nicholas wearing a tiny collar with a gold tag.

Y/N:

“He’s classy. And smart. Unlike some people who mock him on camera.”

Jay: (smirking)

“Classy? He looks like he sends passive-aggressive emails for fun.”

Y/N: (turning to him with a playful glare)

“Don’t insult him. He’s our son.”

Jay: (mock choking)

“Our son?”

Y/N: (nods, still serious)

“Yep. You're legally attached. And since you're already his dad... you should know I’m getting him a sibling.”

Jay:

“Wait. What?”

Y/N: (trying not to laugh)

“I’m getting another cat. A tiny grey one. Already have a name.”

Jay: (suspicious)

“…Is it another Victorian gentleman?”

Y/N: (cheerfully)

“Actually, her name’s Luna. Nicholas is gonna be a big brother.”

Jay looks at the camera like he’s re-evaluating his life choices.

Jay:

“So this is how she tells me. On Vogue.”

Y/N shrugs with a cheeky smile, holding up a final photo of Nicholas sleeping curled up in her lap.

Y/N:

“Anyway. If you’re mean to Nicholas again, I’ll let Luna sleep on your pillow instead of you.”

Jay: (pretending to sulk)

“This is betrayal. I’m third place in my own house.”

Y/N: (teasing, brushing his hand)

“No, babe. You’re still first... just with heavy competition.”

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Both Y/N and Jay look at the pile of items in front of them: Lip balms, perfume, cat photos, and a photocard of Jake still suspiciously visible.

Y/N:

“Okay wait, wait, wait. I think I have one more thing.”

Jay: (smirking)

“Don’t tell me it’s more cat photos.”

Y/N: (innocent)

“...It’s not.”

She rummages dramatically through her bag, pulling out a small, folded piece of paper.

Y/N:

“This is a letter I wrote for Jay, like... at the start of our relationship. I forgot it was still in here.”

Jay: (raising an eyebrow, softening instantly)

“You wrote me a letter?”

Y/N:

“Yeah, but I didn’t give it to you ‘cause it was cheesy.”

Jay: (smiling like a soft boy)

“Can I read it now?”

Y/N:

“Absolutely not.”

Jay: (grinning)

“Fine. Then I’m pulling out my last thing.”

He dramatically reaches into a hidden zipper pocket. Pulls out… a crumpled pink hair scrunchie.

Jay:

“This. I stole this.”

Y/N: (laughs)

“You thief! I looked everywhere for that!”

Jay:

“I kept it ‘cause it smells like your shampoo. I’m sentimental like that.”

Y/N: (blushing, but teasing)

“You’re such a simp.”

Jay:

“For you? Obviously.”

They both laugh, leaning into each other.

Y/N:

“So… this was us—”

Jay:

“Way overpacking and still forgetting stuff.”

Y/N:

“And this was ‘What’s in my Bag.’”

Jay: (winks)

“With Vouge and a lot of Chaos.”

The screen starts fading to black as they start picking up their things, still giggling and whispering to each other. Jay tries to sneak the letter out of her bag and Y/N smacks his hand away playfully.

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BONUS...

Comments section

@jaywalkingintomyheart (87k likes):

“Jay’s bag had: perfume, a camera, a scrunchie he secretly stole from Y/N, and literal heart eyes every time he looked at her. Sir, Be serious. You’re not in love. You’re in devotion. 😭💳📸🖤”

@yn.my.badbitch (102k likes):

“She pulled out a letter she never gave him, a hairpin from his mom, and called her cat their son.

Y/N isn’t just girlfriend material, she’s soft-wife-who-saves-all-your-memories energy. I’m sobbing.”

@marryingynbeforeJay (152k likes):

“This wasn’t a Vogue bag reveal.

This was a 17-minute soft launch of their future marriage, two cats, a shared bank account, I’ve never third-wheeled harder in my life. 🛍️💘🐾📝”

@kikiwon.

“he smells like a CEO who just crushed a business meeting and wants to kiss you in his office”

ma’am??? you can’t just say that on vogue dot com

@Ikue190000

the way they said “what’s in my bag” but what they really meant was “what’s in my heart” 😭

@Jongjieéparkk

the way jay looked at her while she held that letter... yeah. that wasn’t acting. that was a man in love

@hoonieeestarberry

do i want a relationship like this? yes.

will i get it? no.

am i okay? also no.

@jaysbattledamage:

jay going from “I’m the favorite child” to “I sleep on the couch while the cats judge me” in 15 mins was so real

@Heeseungs.wife2000:

me watching this at 2am wrapped in a blanket, pretending I’m their third cat: 🐾😔

🔥 NICHOLAS FAN ACCOUNT APPEARS 🔥

@nicholas.yn'sonlybaby (verified):

respectfully, I am the alpha of that household. jay can sit on the floor.

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🐾 Replies Under the Main Comments:

@meowonnnnnnie:

not jay finding out he’s becoming a father of two DURING A VOGUE VIDEO 😭😭😭

 ↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby:

correction: father of three. he just doesn’t know about Biscuit yet.

 ↳ @jayyyykilledme:

WHO IS BISCUIT⁉️ IS THIS A CAT CINEMATIC UNIVERSE???

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@notjaynotokay:

me after “you’re legally attached” 👁️👄👁️ SOMEONE HELP HIM—

 ↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby:

he signed the contract when he let me nap on his hoodie once.

↳ @pillowforluna:

this is legally binding in cat law. I checked.

@yoonjinscoffee:

Luna??? ANOTHER cat??? jay’s face went from “boyfriend” to “cat dad with regrets” in 2 seconds

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💬 TOP CELEBRITY COMMENTS ON THE VIDEO

@jake.sim (✔️):

okay but WHY is my photocard still in her bag 😭 jay explain

 ↳ @jaypark (✔️): I’ve been asking the same question for 3 months.

 ↳ @y/n (✔️): it gives me luck okay bye 😌

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@doednuuuuuu. (✔️):

Why is the cat's picture having more screen time than me 💀

 ↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby(✔️): stay in your lane.

 ↳ @y/n (✔️): DON’T talk to your uncle like that

 ↳ @jaypark (✔️): bro I’m not even the main character anymore

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@sunghoon.iceprince (✔️):

jay calling her out for stealing his stuff but carrying her scrunchie like a trophy??? simp behavior

 ↳ @jaypark (✔️): and I’d do it again

 ↳ @y/n (✔️): he likes it

 ↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby (✔️): pathetic

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@enhypenofficial (✔️):

we just want to know when Nicholas and Luna are debuting

 ↳ @y/n (✔️): they’re too powerful for the industry rn

 ↳ @jaypark (✔️): I’m just the manager. they don’t listen to me.

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@heeseungieee (✔️):

"CEO who wants to kiss you in his office" HELLO???? on VOGUE????

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[atlabeth]

geyser

series masterlist

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

summary: percy learns about the first girl luke castellan ever loved.

a/n: this is a lil sad. sorry about that. but i really like it and it came out of nowhere in like 2 days so i hope you enjoy despite the sadness. title from the mitski song

wc: 6.5k

warning(s): major character death; not shown but hangs over the whole fic. angst made angstier by fluffy flashbacks. mostly told through percy’s pov but includes luke, annabeth, and reader povs

also if you saw this before on another account DONT WORRY... that account was also me. im just doing some stuff behind the scenes right now as i figure stuff out lol i promise no plagiarism is going on

Percy thought that his head might explode. 

He didn’t know how he was still walking, honestly. His mom died, he killed a— no, the— Minotaur, all the Greek myths were real and his dad was one of them, and now he had to deal with that freak accident with Clarisse and the toilets. 

At least he would be ready next time she tried to beat him up. Percy had been the new kid enough to know there would be a next time.

All he could do was stare at the Minotaur horn in his hands, the only sign that what happened outside the border was real. The horn in his hands and the hole in his heart. 

Percy swallowed the lump in his throat. He’d been thrown into the deep end, and the only thing on his mind was when he would start to drown. 

“Hey.” Percy looked up to see the counselor he’d met earlier with Annabeth—Luke. He tossed a ziploc bag at him and he caught it, taking a moment to look at what was in it. 

“I stole you some toiletries from the camp store,” he explained. “Thought it might make you feel more at home.” 

“…Thanks.” He didn’t know if Luke was joking, but the damage had already been done. And it was the nicest thing someone had done for him so far. He set it down next to his Minotaur shoebox. “Is this the best that it gets?” 

Luke’s lips quirked up in a slight smile. “For now. We’re a little crowded, if you couldn’t tell.” 

“Just a little bit.” Percy stood up from his sleeping bag and worked out the knot in his shoulder. “Where’s your bed? Assuming you have one.” 

“I couldn’t wrangle all these cats without some back support,” he said, and he pointed to a bed in the corner. It was the only one on its own without a bunk, and he had a fair amount of decorations. Counselor privileges, he figured. Percy walked over, Luke trailing behind him. 

“Nice place,” he said. Percy picked up the Yankee’s cap on his bedside table and nodded as he looked back at him. “Nice taste.” 

“It’s for Annabeth,” Luke said. “She wanted us to match.” 

Percy nodded again in approval. “Good taste for both of you.”

Luke had various other things around — an alarm clock knocked over next to the baseball cap, a huskie sticker on the wall half-scraped off, a poster for an album he didn’t recognize. 

But the thing that caught his eye was a polaroid hanging on the wall, surrounded by a smattering of others varying in size. 

The first one had to be an old picture—Luke didn’t have his scar, and the biggest smile stretched across his face. He had a girl close with an arm slung around her waist, and she might’ve been smiling even more than Luke. A bright energy emanated around her, something that must have transferred through the picture, because Percy found himself feeling a little better just looking at her. He wondered if she was a camper. 

His eyes flicked to the next picture, which was another one of Luke and that girl. They were both laughing as she tried to put a blue hat on Luke’s head, and he protested with a hand on her wrist. They were in the forefront of a baseball game, Percy noticed.

There were other pictures, too—Luke, a girl dressed all punk, and what looked like a young version of Annabeth, most notably—but a majority of them were either Luke and that girl, or the girl all on her own. In every single one, she beamed brighter than the sun. 

Percy pointed at the picture of Luke and the girl at the baseball game, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Who’s that?”

That seemed to catch Luke off-guard, his lips parting for a moment as if he wanted to say something. It barely took him any time to get back on track, but Percy found himself frowning. 

“That’s…” Luke cleared his throat, wet his lips, shook his head. “A friend. A very good friend.”

“Does she go here?” Percy asked. 

“She did.” 

He frowned. “Where is she, then?” 

“Percy—” Luke’s voice was strained, but he didn’t really notice as he went on. 

“I didn’t see her around,” he continued, “and you look pretty close.” 

Luke blinked a couple times, and Percy swore he could see the telltale glimmer of tears starting in his eyes. A muscle worked in his jaw, and suddenly Percy was worried that he’d said something horribly wrong. He had a talent for that, it seemed. 

Fortunately, he was saved by the bell—conch shell?—and something like relief flooded through Luke’s expression. Tension still coiled in his body. 

“Come on,” he said, that camp counselor smile coming back as he put his hand on Percy’s shoulder and guided him away from the enclave. “That means dinner’s about to start.”

Percy’s frown deepened as curiosity won out again. “Was she your—”

“You don’t wanna be late,” Luke continued, ignoring his attempt. “I assume you’re pretty hungry after two days spent out?”

Well, that only made him want to push harder. But Percy figured he wouldn’t get anything out of him—especially not now. 

“…Yeah,” Percy said. “Starving.”

An odd look flickered across his face, but again, it only lasted for a second before he was back to normal. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Eleven! Fall in!” 

Percy was at the back of the line by virtue of him being the new kid, and he found himself looking back at that picture of Luke and the girl. He didn’t know why, but something drew him to her. Before Percy could think about it more, the line was moving and his growling stomach drew his attention away. 

He would have plenty of time to ask Luke about it later. 

Or rather, ask him and piss off the only person who’d tried to be his friend so far. 

…Gods. 

Maybe he was going to drown sooner than he thought. 

-

“Luke—” 

“No!” 

“Luke, please!” 

“Annabeth will kill me if she knows—” 

“She won’t know!” 

“Alright, alright— stay still, you two!” 

Your mother laughed from behind the camera as you and Luke fought with each other, you trying your damnedest to get your Red Sox cap on his head as he tried his damnedest to stop you. The frantic laughter on both sides made it a little difficult for either of you to succeed in your quest, but eventually, you got the rock up the hill and the hat on his head. 

“Take the picture, Mom!” you exclaimed, pulling Luke even closer by his arms so he couldn’t get it off. “I need the proof!” 

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Luke groaned, staring at the camera as you wrapped your arm around his side and leaned into him. He could already imagine your victorious smile, brighter than the sun beating down on them in the stadium, and just the thought of it made one of his own flit across his lips. 

“Oh, shut up, Castellan,” you said. “You chose to come to this game. Everyone’s gonna know you’re a Red Sox fan now.”

“You said you wouldn’t tell her!” Luke defended, wrenching his arms free of your control to take the hat off his head. “I don’t even care about baseball!” 

“You care so much about it,” you said cloyingly, “and you’re ride or die for the Boston Red Sox.” 

“If you say a single word—” 

“Okay, kids!” Your mother pointed at the seats next to her. “The game’s about to start—you can keep arguing, but only if you sit down so I can see.” 

“Sorry, Mom.” You grinned at her as you pulled Luke over to your seats—they were a step up from nosebleeds, but they were the ones closest to the balcony so you could at least peer over the railing down to the diamond.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” She glanced at Luke with a smile, and he could really see where you got it from. “We’ve gotta make him a fan somehow.” 

“I guess I can live with the brand.” Luke set the cap back on your head once you were seated, purposefully pulling the brim a little over your eyes, and he smiled at you. “Even though it looks better on you, anyways.” 

“You just don’t have what it takes to be a Red Sox fan in the heart of Yank territory,” you mused, pushing the hat back up so you could see. “It’s fine.” 

Luke rolled his eyes, but he could hardly bite back his smile. 

“I am glad you came, though,” you said, glancing back at him. “I’m glad you came with me in the first place. This is gonna be the best semester.”

“Thanks for having me,” Luke said. “It’s… it’s been a while since I’ve left camp.” 

“Fingers crossed for no monster attacks, eh?” You held up your hand. “At least, not during the game. I could live with it happening any other time.” 

“Don’t speak it into existence,” your mom said. “We’re going to have a monster-free school year.” 

To humor her, you made a claw over your heart and pushed out. She hummed in satisfaction, and you looked over at Luke. “It’s gonna be fine.” 

“Yeah,” he said. “Because two kids like us aren’t gonna draw any attention.” 

“Oh, I know we will,” you said. “But I know it’ll be fine.” 

Luke frowned. “How can you be so sure?” 

You shrugged with a smile. “I’ve got you.”

And in that moment, he was thankful for the freakish heat that honestly made no sense in the spring—at least it covered up any sign of what your words did to him. 

Luke thought you were joking when you asked him if he wanted to come back home with you for the school year. He didn’t know why you wanted to go back in the first place, being a Big Three kid that apparently had a death wish, but the thought of him leaving camp was almost inconceivable. 

Even after you assured him you weren’t joking, he still wasn’t sure. He was on the run with you for three years, then… 

Well, he couldn’t think about it for too long. But Luke had been on the outskirts of regular society for so long, doing nothing but fighting for his life, that he didn’t know if he could actually function at a normal school.

But it felt right for you two to get some normal time together after you were separated for so long. It took him a semester to decide, but one day during your usual Iris message conversations, he told you he’d love to spend the rest of the year in Boston with you. Luke still remembered the grin you wore, your disbelieving but victorious cheers, the apology you yelled back at your mother for your noise. 

Luke watched you as you talked with your mom, discussing Boston’s chances and player statistics and baseball jargon he didn’t think he’d ever understand, and he knew he would sit through a thousand Red Sox games if it meant he would get to keep seeing your smile.

You must have felt his eyes on you, because you glanced over at him. “Are you okay?” 

Luke smiled. Gods, he was so glad you were here. 

“Never better.” 

-

“That one nearly got me,” Luke said. 

Percy huffed as he picked up his sword from the ground—he was pretty sure he would officially lose his mind if Luke disarmed him with that stupid move one more time. One benefit to the Hermes cabin being too scared to associate with him after getting claimed was that he wasn’t making a fool out of himself in front of other people. 

“Maybe I can only beat you when I pour water on myself,” he said. 

Luke chuckled as he took a bottle from the cooler on the side and held it up. “Wanna try?” 

He shook his head. “I think my arms will fall off if I keep going with you.” 

He tipped his shoulder. “Fair.” 

Percy stared at the ground as Luke gathered himself, trying to put the free range thoughts roaming around his head in order. It didn’t help that he’d gained a million questions after Poseidon claimed him, and it didn’t help that there’s been a newest addition to his dream last night. 

He still felt strange asking Luke about it, but he had to know more about her. Percy didn’t know why it felt like his mission to find out who this mysterious girl was, or why he felt that strange connection to her. Maybe it was the way Luke acted whenever he brought her up, maybe it was that she’d popped up in his dream next to him at the very end, maybe it was just plain old curiosity. 

“I’m not supposed to be alive,” Percy said, breaking the silence. “I could die at any time in a bunch of different horrible ways. So will you tell me more about that girl on your wall?”  

Again, Luke seemed to be caught off guard by it. Percy heard the crunch of plastic as his hand clenched ever so slightly around the bottle, and he tried to cover it up with an arched eyebrow. “Why do you want to know so badly?” 

He shrugged. What was he supposed to say? 

“I’m curious,” he decided. 

Luke huffed a dry laugh before he took a sip of water, and he stared off into the distance for a while. He did a lot of staring whenever this girl was brought up. They looked like they were best friends in those pictures, but maybe whatever they had ended badly. And if she was a demigod too…

Well, it would make sense why he didn’t want to talk about her. 

“You know that phrase about curiosity?” Luke asked. 

“And how it killed the cat?” 

He nodded, drinking some more. “It goes double for demigods.” 

“Everything else wants to kill me,” Percy said. “So curiosity’s gonna have to get in line.” 

Luke’s laugh was a little more genuine this time, and he shook his head. “I guess I can tell you a little about her. You actually probably have a right to know.” 

“Is she a half-blood?” Percy asked immediately. 

He nodded. “Yeah.” 

“Who’s her parent?” 

Luke capped his water bottle and looked at Percy for a good, long moment. His face glowed in the warm afternoon sun, his scar cast in a softer light than usual. The scar used to unnerve him, but he’d gotten used to it after weeks staring at it during sword fighting. 

“She was a child of Poseidon, Percy,” he said. “Just like you.” 

Percy felt short of breath, like Luke had just knocked his sword out of his hand and shoved him to the ground. But he stood on his own two legs that somehow still worked, and Luke hadn’t moved. 

He had a sister? 

“I have a sister?” 

“…Had,” Luke corrected. “She… she died a few years back.” 

A vice latched onto Percy’s heart. He was still having a hard time breathing. No wonder Luke always used past tense when he was talking about her. 

He had a sister, he wasn’t alone, but he was because she was dead. And if Luke was one of her friends, that meant she died young. 

Gods. 

“What about their oath?” Percy asked, trying to ignore the aching in his chest. “I’m already on thin ice for my whole existing thing. How did Poseidon get away with two kids so close to each other?” 

Luke shrugged. “I’ve never known why gods do things. Her mother was a great woman, though—I could see what drew Poseidon to her against the oath.” 

One half of Percy wanted to ask every question that kept popping into his head. The other side of him wanted to break down and cry. 

“How did you meet her?” 

“We ran into each other when we were both young,” he said. “Both child runaways, both demigods, both New Englanders—we decided to rough it out on the road together. Couldn’t be any worse than doing it on our own.”

Percy tried to imagine it. A young Luke and a younger version of that girl—maybe Percy’s age—living together in the wilderness and fighting monsters. Surviving off of nothing but their wit and skill, facing death each day before they’d even reached middle school. 

“It… it didn’t happen then, did it?” he asked hesitantly. 

Luke shook his head. “Couple years later. All we did was watch each other’s backs out there.” 

Percy couldn’t help himself. “What happened to her?”  

“The same thing that happens to everyone,” Luke said flatly. “There’s a reason I’m the oldest one here.” 

“That doesn’t make it better,” Percy insisted. “It— it makes it worse, Luke. You see that, right?”  

Luke stared at his empty water bottle then tossed it back into the cooler. When his gaze met Percy’s, he was shocked by how… tired he looked. Beyond exhausted—bone-weary. Percy wanted to say more, but he didn’t get the chance. 

“This isn’t good conversation,” Luke said, “and it’s getting late. You should hit the showers before dinner.” 

The sun still beat down on them, bright and angry in the sky, but Percy provided no argument. He had a lot to think about. 

Before they went their separate ways, Percy stopped and looked back at him. “I’m sorry she’s gone, Luke.” 

Luke’s gaze went unfocused for a moment, his eyes growing glossy. “So am I.” 

-

Percy sat on the floor of the Hermes cabin in the corner that used to be his, staring at his meager belongings. He had to decide what to take on his quest, which was made easier by the fact that he hardly had anything to his name. Things could always be worse, though. At least he would have a change of clothes. 

He should’ve been doing this in his own cabin, but it felt too empty, too suffocating in its silence. Eleven was still more familiar. He heard the door open and saw Luke walk in, and his eyes lit up when he saw Percy. 

“Hey,” he said. “I wanted to see you before you left. How’re you feeling pre-quest?” 

“Like the world’s about to end,” he said. 

Luke’s lips twitched into a smile as he sat on the bed across from Percy. “Understandable. It kinda is.” 

“It’s just overwhelming.” Percy shoved the unfolded clothes into his backpack. “I have to clear mine and my dad’s names and get Zeus’s bolt back, or else war will start. No pressure at all.” 

“You were chosen for a reason,” Luke said. “You may not see it, Percy, but you’ve improved a lot since you got here. If anyone can do this, I think it’s you.” 

Percy looked up at him, and he was reminded of the way their last conversation went. He was asking before he could really stop himself. 

“I could die on this quest and never see you again,” Percy said. “So could you tell me more about my sister before I go?”  

Luke smiled wistfully and sighed. “You really won’t let this go, will you?” 

“It’s not really something you just let go,” he said. “Besides, I… I saw her in my dream last night.” 

Luke’s smile faded. “You did?”  

Percy nodded. “For a split second, but I know it was her. I felt the same way I did whenever I looked at her pictures. And… it’s the second time she’s shown up.” 

He let out a long sigh and shook his head, his gaze trailing off to the wall. He always looked so much older when he talked about this girl, like he was a war veteran reminiscing on his lost love. And from what he’d gathered, it might not have been too far off. 

“I told you we ran together when we were young,” he said, and Percy nodded. “We were both nine, and it should’ve been terrible, but she had a way of making everything better. Always found the bright side of things, was always able to make me laugh.” 

“She was from Massachusetts—right in the middle of Boston.” Luke chuckled as he looked at Percy. “Huge Red Sox fan.” 

Percy grimaced. “We all make mistakes.” 

Luke smiled, though it faded a bit. “We got separated for a while, but we found each other again when I got to camp. Things were more peaceful than they are now, so she’d been claimed at camp pretty quickly. I figure Poseidon wanted her to have the protection of him openly standing behind her after what happened.” 

He frowned. “What do you mean, ‘what happened’?” 

Luke shook his head. “That would be an awful story to send you off on.” 

Percy wanted to protest, but he didn’t. Luke was probably right—Percy didn’t want to make him relive it and then have to go on a death quest right after.

“A happier part, then,” he suggested.

“She ran away from home as a kid to protect her mom, but now that she had an idea of what she was doing, she started going back to school. She invited me to stay with her during the school year one year, and I accepted. That—” Luke’s throat bobbed, and the other hand clenched into a fist— “that was when she died.” 

In his stunned silence, Luke got up and went over to his alcove. He pulled the drawer open on his bedside table and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. It must’ve been folded and crumpled a million other times in messier ways by all the creases he could see, but when Luke opened it, he could see handwriting all over the front. 

A letter. 

“We Iris messaged each other constantly while she was at school,” he said, “and we wrote back and forth when we couldn’t. This was the last letter she sent me.” 

Percy’s first instinct was to say he wouldn’t be able to read it, but he realized that he didn’t really care. These were words that his sister wrote—he would sit here the rest of the day forcing sentences to make sense if that was what it took. 

So he took the letter when Luke offered it. 

To the one and only Luke Castellan, 

My mom said yes! After a very long interrogation (she now knows basically everything about you) and a million promises that you would be as careful as possible and that you were good enough at sword fighting to take down anything that could come after us, she said you can spend the year here. We spent a couple hours every day making my mom’s study into a guest room, so you have a place to stay.

I’m an idiot that didn’t bring enough drachmas so that’s why I have to send this letter—hopefully it gets to you soon enough, because we’re gonna come get you a week before my winter break is over. Mom is letting me drive down because she says I have to get my permit soon. It makes sense that my first big test is getting to you. If we don’t make it, it’s because we died in a fiery crash. 

Just kidding. I’m a great driver. But tell me some of your favorite songs when you reply and I’ll burn a CD for the ride—I figured out how to use LimeWire. Oh, and throw in a couple drachmas with the envelope so I can Iris message you next time. I miss your face and your voice, and my hand is cramping up writing all of this. 

But this is so exciting! I can’t wait to introduce you to all my friends at school, and show you my favorite places in the city, and make you into a Red Sox fan. And you can come to my soccer games— I’m the greatest forward there is. 

Jokes aside, I’m going to make sure you have the best time. We’ll spend every second together, Luke. We’re gonna make up for the time we lost. 

I can’t wait to see you again.

Your hurricane.  

It took Percy a long time to get through it with the words swimming all over, and it didn’t help that his vision had grown blurry. 

Tears, he realized as he blinked, and he did it again to make sure they wouldn’t fall. He couldn’t cry in front of Luke, not over a girl he didn’t even know—even if she was his sister. But maybe he was grieving that—the fact that he would never get to know her. 

“God, man. I— I’m sorry.” Percy couldn’t think of anything else to say. “She sounds like she was great.” 

Luke couldn’t even manage a smile this time as he stared at the wall. Percy was surprised he could even talk to him about it. 

“She was,” he murmured. “You would’ve liked her. And gods,” this time, a bit of a smile broke through despite it all, “she would have loved a little brother.” 

“I’m gonna make her proud on this quest,” Percy vowed. “I’m gonna clear our dad’s name for her.”

Something in Luke’s gaze had changed—sadness, almost regret. “You’re a good kid, Percy. I hope your quest doesn’t change that.” 

I hope I come back alive, he wanted to say. But given the topic matter, he didn’t. Percy carefully folded the letter back up and handed it to Luke. 

“Thank you for telling me about her, man,” Percy said. “I… I know it can’t be easy.”

Luke let out a shuddering breath as he stared at the closed letter—Percy wondered how many times he must have sat in this same position, reading her words. “No better way to honor her memory than helping her brother.” He glanced at Percy. “I see a lot of her in you.” 

He’d been wondering if he had anything in common with her. Percy felt a sudden flare of anger shoot through him—it wasn’t fair that she was dead. Poseidon was a god, and she was a teenager. He should have saved her. 

Percy’s mouth was drier than a desert. A part of him wanted to curl up in a ball and sob over the sister he never got the chance to know, but the other part of him knew—from what little Luke had told him about her—that she wouldn’t want him to. 

“I should get going,” Percy said, standing up from the floor. “We have to leave for the quest soon, and Annabeth and Grover are probably wondering where I am, and…” 

Percy trailed off, and Luke nodded in understanding. He turned around and took one of the photos off the wall—one of you alone in the middle of a park, wearing a bucket hat and absolutely beaming. 

“You deserve to have a part of her with you,” he said. “For good luck.” 

He felt himself choking up, and he pushed it down as he accepted the photo. “Thanks, man. It means a lot.”

“Good luck, Percy,” Luke said. “You’ve got a lot of people rooting for you.”

Percy found himself studying the picture of you once he made it outside, trying to memorize your face. With your wide, infectious smile that emanated pure sunlight, he could have mistaken you for an Apollo kid. But when he looked at you, he got that same warmth that he felt every time he imagined his father. 

“I won’t let you down,” he murmured. “I promise.” 

-

After sleeping in his train seat for half the day, Percy vowed to never complain about his bed in Cabin Three again. He was gonna be going down to the Underworld with permanent cricks in his neck. 

Grover was still sound asleep—Percy envied him for how easily it came to him in the worst conditions—but thankfully, Annabeth wasn’t. Her gaze was focused on the view as their train chugged along. 

Percy cleared his throat in a flawless attempt at getting her attention, and it worked. 

“You’re awake,” she said. 

“Unfortunately.” Percy sighed. “How much longer do you think it’ll be?” 

“Another day, at least,” she said. “And we’ve got a layover in St. Louis.” 

“St. Louis,” he hummed. “Nice.” 

They sat in silence for a while—there wasn’t much to talk about when they were coming off of two— or was it three, now?—near-death experiences. But eventually, Annabeth cleared her throat, taking a page from his book, and it worked again. 

“There— there’s probably something you should know,” Annabeth said, and that worked even better than clearing her throat. “You’re not the only Big Three kid to come through Camp Half-blood lately.” 

“I know,” he said. “Grover and Luke explained it.” 

Her eyes widened slightly and she leaned forward in her seat. “Luke did?” 

“…Yeah. You all already told me about Thalia.” Percy glanced away, suddenly feeling a chill in the train car. “Luke told me about my sister.” 

Annabeth went silent. 

“It’s okay,” he said. “I kind of annoyed Luke until he told me. Doesn’t really seem like a subject people at camp like to talk about.” 

“I’m just surprised he did,” she murmured. “They were… they were close, Percy. Her death destroyed him—Thalia and your sister. All of it’s complicated.”  

“Yeah,” he sighed, “I got some of that.” 

“I only knew her for a year at camp, but everyone loved her,” she said. “She was nice. Popular. Always helped when she could, always had the biggest, most infectious smile on her face.” Annabeth looked down at her hands. “She didn’t deserve the fate she got.” 

Percy didn’t think he’d ever grieved so much for someone he never knew. “But her and Luke—were they…?” 

“Yeah,” Annabeth said, “they were a thing, later on.” 

That seemed to be all she wanted to say on the matter. Percy decided not to push. 

“How did you meet her?” he asked. 

Annabeth’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I met her on the day I thought I would die.”

-

For the first time in her life, Annabeth Chase couldn’t think. 

It had all happened so fast. One second she was running with Luke and Thalia and Grover, praying to her mother and any other gods that would listen to make the horde of monsters let up even a centimeter.

The next, she’d collapsed on the ground, never so grateful to have grass and dirt and dust in her face. But she could hear Luke yelling, barely able to make it out in her delirious state—she didn’t know when she’d last had a sip of water, and they’d been running for at least three miles—but he sounded hysterical. 

She remembered her last clear thought: they weren’t going to make it. 

But they had. They had, so why was Luke losing his mind? 

Annabeth pulled herself up from the ground—how long had she been bleeding out of those slashes on her arm?—and looked for the rest of her friends. Luke wasn’t yelling anymore, instead arguing with someone she didn’t recognize in a bright orange shirt. Grover’s furry legs trembled as he stared down the hill they’d just gotten up, completely silent, and Thalia— 

Where was Thalia? 

Annabeth tried to get up but her legs gave out almost immediately, and steady arms caught her before she could fall to the ground again. Kind eyes served to ease some of her panic—she was older than Annabeth, maybe around Luke or Thalia’s age. 

Thalia— 

“Hey, you’re okay,” the voice said, and Annabeth’s attention was drawn back to you. “I’ve got you.” 

“Where’s Thalia?” she blurted out, because now she couldn’t think of anything else. 

Your brows creased and you glanced back down the hill—Annabeth did too, and she saw Grover and Luke arguing with each other. Or rather, Luke was yelling at him as Grover anxiously hooked his hands through his hair. 

“I don’t know,” you said, “but right now, I need to make sure you’re okay. Are you hurt?” 

Annabeth absentmindedly held up her arm, but she was only focused on her friends. Why wasn’t Thalia with them? Why was Luke so upset?

You cursed under your breath in Ancient Greek as you cradled her arm, and you looked back down the hill. Annabeth could see at least half a dozen other kids. 

“We’ve got two half-bloods and a satyr, one injured!” you yelled back. “Get Molly and Brayden!” 

“Three,” Annabeth found herself saying. “There’s three half-bloods—” 

“Annabeth!” 

Her head shot up at the sound of Luke calling her name as he bounded over, and her eyes widened at the blood steadily spidering across the fabric of his shirt. 

“Luke, you’re hurt—” 

“I’m fine,” he insisted. “It’s fine.” 

“We have Apollo kids coming,” you said, looking up at him, still cradling Annabeth’s arm. “We’ll get y—” 

Your sentence stuck in your throat, and Annabeth could see tears welling in your eyes as your brows furrowed. She thought Luke’s eyes might burst out of his skull as he stared at you, his lips parted but nothing coming out. Neither of you were able to form words. 

When he finally did get something out, it was a single name. One Annabeth knew by heart, one that he’d mourned for years. 

“Luke?” you whispered. 

Before he had the chance to do anything, two teenagers got over the hill and called out your name, the same one Luke used. He always said you were dead, but you clearly weren’t dead, because you were here and you had her arm in your grasp and while your hands were cold, they weren’t cold enough to be dead— 

“Molly’s gonna take care of you,” you said, looking back at Annabeth and cutting off her inner dialogue. “She’ll get you to the infirmary and heal you up, okay?” 

“My friends—” 

“They’re gonna be okay too,” you said. “I promise.” 

Annabeth looked up at Luke, and he nodded. “We’ll be with you soon, Annabeth. We— we have to talk about some things.” 

So she went with Molly down the hill, and Annabeth put pressure on her bleeding wound when she told her to—it had started to sting like hell now that her adrenaline was fading. 

She looked back just in time to see you and Luke share the tightest hug ever. 

The hug of two people who realized they weren’t seeing ghosts, Annabeth thought. 

-

You bolted up in bed, eyes wide and your chest heaving as you rapidly sucked in air. Your fingers found purchase in your bedsheets, desperate for something familiar—it took a second for you to recognize your surroundings, that you weren’t in an endless void, but your childhood bedroom offered little comfort.  

You ran a hand over your forehead, damp with sweat, as you tried to calm down. Your breathing slowed, but you couldn’t shake that awful feeling that hung over you in your sleep. 

Your nightmares were getting worse, you knew that much. That raspy, demented voice used to be a rarity, and now it appeared every night. You could usually deal with your nightmares, but the sense of absolute dread that voice and the pit fostered in you was too much. You hadn’t managed to sleep through the night once since you came home for the school year.

You could deal with the monsters—to you, this was the worst part of your godly blood.

A knock rattled on the door out of nowhere, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. The only thing that calmed you down was the thought that monsters didn’t knock. 

“Come in,” you croaked, your throat drier than a desert. 

Thankfully, a monster hadn’t come to make your night even more miserable. Luke stood in the doorway, his eyebrows creased in concern, messy curls hanging just above his eyes. He wore the Red Sox t-shirt you’d bought for him at the game you dragged him to, and in your addled state, you didn’t even think to tease him about it. 

“Are you okay?” He should’ve been as disoriented as you, but his alerted eyes told a different story. 

You could only think of one thing. “How did you know?” 

Luke’s lips parted for a moment, as if he hadn’t even considered it. “I could just feel it.”

You managed a smile despite every atom in your body screaming at you. “I think that means you can come in.” 

He closed the door behind him, and you shifted over in your bed to make room for him. There wasn’t much in a twin, but you made it work. Luke’s weight pressed into the mattress, making you adjust your position, and it was more comforting than any amount of blankets. 

“You’re so cold,” he murmured, laying the back of his hand against your arm. “How do you live like that?” 

“Blame my dad,” you said. “I’ve got water in my blood.” 

“I think that’s probably a bad thing,” Luke said, and you knocked your shoulder into his with a huff. 

“You know what I mean.” 

Luke let his hand fall back in his lap, and as you brought your knees up to your chest, you pulled the covers with them. 

“So,” Luke said, glancing at you, “what’s got you awake at the witching hour?” 

“The usual,” you mumbled. 

“Nightmares that might be prophetic?” he asked. 

You made a lazy gesture with your hand. “Bingo.” 

“The worst sense of dread imaginable?” 

“Bullseye.” 

“I’m sorry,” he said. 

You shrugged. “It’s nothing I can’t deal with.” 

“You don’t always have to put on a front, y’know,” Luke said. You felt his eyes on you. “You don’t always have to be strong.” 

“I’m naturally strong,” you said with mock austerity. “Comes with the god for a dad.” 

Luke chuckled and shook his head. “You know what I mean.” 

“Yeah,” you murmured. 

You leaned into his side, fitting your head into the crook of his neck. Luke wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, and you let out a contented sigh. 

That voice in your nightmares seemed so small when you had Luke. 

“Can you stay?” you asked softly. 

He didn’t hesitate. “Of course.” 

“Just like old times,” you whispered. 

“Just like old times,” he agreed. 

Luke ran hot, and you’d never been more thankful for it as you fully settled into his side. Icy blood ran through your veins, and you let out a shaky sigh. You could hear his steady breathing, feel his heartbeat through his chest, and the anxiety from earlier began to steadily fade. You never felt safer than when you were with Luke. 

There was something between you—you weren’t that stupid—but you hadn’t talked about it. With you and Luke, it was just… you and Luke. You didn’t have to put a label to it. 

How could you put a label to your relationship, when you’d spent your first few years together fighting for each day, and then the next few thinking the other was dead? 

Maybe someday, you would talk about it. But for now, this was more than enough. 

“Don’t worry,” Luke murmured in your ear as your eyes began to droop. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” 

And by the gods, you believed him. 

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Guardian Angel

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: When Pamela Milton makes the big mistake to threaten Daryl and his family, the archer isn't afraid of protecting what's his - at all costs.

Warnings: usual TWD stuff, violence, blood, choking, injuries, threatening a baby, attempted murder & murder, mentions of birthing a baby, protective dad!Daryl, fluff & babies!

Set in Season 11!

Word Count: 3,4k

a/n: I wrote this for @dixonsstinkysock , 'cause she was so excited about dad!Daryl, hehe. Thank you for the inspiration! I LOVED writing this! Hope you like it, too.

Disclaimer: Some words of the interaction between Carol and Daryl aren't mine. I just used them to fit the plot.

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A father... He got blessed with becoming a father. Never ever - not even in his wildest dreams would've Daryl thought that the end of the world was going to bring this his way. Never. And yet here he was. It was incredible and borderline unbelievable. The archer would've scoffed and laughed into everybody's face who told him that in the beginning of this shit show.

Daryl buttoned up the fresh black grayish shirt he was just forced to slip into. Kudos to the tiny bundle of joy who had gotten to see the light of the world only a mere week ago and decided to 'burp' milk all over his shoulder. Daryl forgot to use a burp cloth; still adjusting to this whole new situation.

He couldn't help but smile to himself, as deft fingers worked the buttons.

The archer's heart was close to exploding with all the love he felt for you and his baby girl.

"What got you smiling so cute?"

Your sudden remark catapulted Daryl out of his thoughts. He finished the last button on the shirt, then lifted his head properly. His eyes met your frame; standing in the doorway - and it was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. You were wearing one of his sweaters, sweatpants and fluffy socks. Clothes who did not tick many boxes besides being absolutely comfortable. Comfort was all you cared about at the moment - understandably. Besides the easy access to your daughter's food source, of course. Speaking of her... She was neatly tucked against your body to provide body warmth; hands cradling her bum and head. Eyes closed and most likely sleeping; milk drunk and satisfied.

He merely shook his head; still smiling. "Nothin'. Jus'..." Daryl crossed the short distance between you and him. One hand gripped your hip gently, the other cupped your cheek. "...this. You. Our daughter." His oceanic blues gazed into your Y/E/C ones. "Ain't never been happier in my life, I think." Daryl's words caused you to smile as well. Turning your head slightly, you kissed his palm. "Me too. Even more now since we go back home." He nodded in agreement, "Yeah. 'S gon be perfect." and pressed a tender, lingering kiss against your forehead. His goatee tickling your skin.

"I love you, Dar."

Although he heard you say it about a million times by now, his heart never failed to skip a beat. "I love ya, too, sunshine." His eyes flickered to the newborn in your arms. "Both 'a ya." You smiled; eyes speaking the language of pure, unbridled love.

"'M gonna go check if the others are ready. 'N I gotta get my bike, too," the archer said; thumbs caressing your soft, delicate skin. You nodded. "Sure, go. I'll get everything ready here. Could you send Jude and RJ over? They have to check their room again and make sure they got everything." "'M gonna send the kids over, yeah, but you, darlin', ain't gonna do anythin' besides movin' yer cute ass over to the sofa 'n lay down."

A last loving look was exchanged before he grabbed his angel-winged vest, slipped inside the signature piece of clothing and left.

You wanted to open your mouth and say something in protest but Daryl was quick to leapfrog you. "Nah. No buts. Yer gonna rest. Yer body is still recoverin' 'n we got a long way home." You sighed, but nodded; knowing that arguing wouldn't get you further. Plus, you couldn't deny that your partner was actually right.

"Okay, yeah. I'm gonna lay down." Daryl smiled, "Good girl." and dipped his head to bestow a soft kiss on your lips before he let go of you. His thumb brushed over one tiny foot of his daughter; safely confined by the romper she was wearing. "I won't be long," he promised; marveling at the baby's smallness. You watched Daryl with yet another smile. How his eyes stuck on the tiny girl. His gentle touch. "Yeah, I know."

He had managed to make it a one on one; killing one of the men. The clearly weaker fighter. The other one was stronger and harder to defeat. One moment of negligence was enough to get into a predicament. That was the moment the guy became a problem. He gained the upper hand and had the archer now pinned to the concrete floor; choking him. Daryl tried hard to fight it. He couldn't and wouldn't die. He had a family to look after now. To protect. To provide for. You and his newborn daughter.

Little did the archer know that he was going to fight for his life only a few minutes later...

He had reached the meeting point; carriage completely abandoned and messy. Wooden boxes laid on the ground with their content mostly destroyed and distributed on the ground. No Maggie. No Hershel. No Jude or RJ. Nobody. Daryl frowned, kicked down the pedestal of his bike to park it and immediately started to analyze the scene; quite confused. The traces led him into the warehouse behind the scene, but he didn't have the time to 'investigate' any further. Two men sneaked up on him - the perfect ambush. Before Daryl could even blink, he found himself in a fight again. Two against one - not even remotely fair, but not really a problem for the experienced fighter. Yet.

"They got the kids, Maggie," Daryl panted and breathed hard to get air back into his lungs. His eyes met the ones of his best friend; showing his gratitude. "They got everyone," Carol stated. Daryl's eyes widened to the size of plates as the meaning of his friend's words hit him like a truck. If Pamela's men tried to abduct everyone of the group, it meant... "Y/N..." Daryl gasped. "Fuck. I gotta go. I gotta check on 'em." Carol nodded in understanding. "Go, but be careful, yeah? Don't act headless. I know you." Daryl merely nodded; already halfway disappearing around the corner. Carol looked after him with a worried look. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea to split up.

No, he wasn't going to die. Not today. Not here. Not now. And certainly not because of this asshole.

Help was just around the corner, though. Carol, who apparently had the same thought as him, appeared behind the men and used a slat to hit the prick on the head who was currently choking her best friend. Daryl got quickly up and grabbed his knife - just in time to watch the man he killed take a bite out of his former colleague. It was an easy task to get rid of the threat then; driving his weapon through both men's skulls.

Daryl more or less ran back to the house in which he shared an apartment with you. He hurried up the steps as fast as his legs carried him - only to find the door slightly ajar. His heart thumped hard against his ribcage; almost bursting at the sight. He already feared the worst, but then the signature cries of his baby urged to his ears. Without hesitation, he stormed inside.

The scene he walked into made his blood boil. The apartment was messy; signaling the archer that you had clearly been involved in a fight as well. His eyes frantically searched for you. It didn't take him long to do so... A man had pinned you to the wall beside the sofa and crib. One hand firmly around your throat, the other trying to reach for the tiny girl in the grip; attempting to cover her mouth to keep her cries muffled. Wheezing breaths left your lips as you tried to stay conscious. Your hands wrapped around the man's wrist as he choked you; scratching and pulling. Your legs kicked repeatedly against the shins of the man, but all of it wasn't quite helping. Usually, you had no problem to fight a man - or more. Daryl had taught you very well, but right now you didn't stand a chance. Not after birthing a baby only a few days ago. Your body was still recovering and not strong enough for a fight.

Daryl balled his hands to fists; jaw clenching. The primitive urge to protect his woman and child stronger than ever before. He was about to absolutely lose it and run over to fight the man who hurt his family - but then your eyes flickered up and landed coincidentally on your partner. Out of instinct, your eyes widened and you started to wriggle even more against your opponent's death grip - a mistake. Your understandable but obvious behavior blew Daryl's cover; took him the advantage of going unnoticed away.

The intruder noticed, of course and looked over his shoulder to witness the archer on the verge of storming over. Unfortunately wasn't the man stupid. He let quickly go of you; carelessly, and took a step to the left - towards the crib with his hands hovering about the crying infant inside. "One step closer and the baby dies!" The man yelled, causing Daryl to literally freeze in his movements. The archer threw him a death glare; heart racing in his chest. Fear and anger pumped adrenaline through his whole system.

"Touch 'er 'n I kill ya," Daryl growled through gritted teeth. "Try me," spat the man in return. The tension was thick; cuttable with a knife.

You sat on the floor; body slumped against the wall. Your strength was running so low that you weren't even able to keep yourself on your feet. Especially not after being halfway choked to death. You barely registered the conversation and stare contest between your attacker and partner since your body was too occupied in getting air back inside your lungs. You coughed; breathing hard and unsteady. It broke Daryl's heart to see you like that... In pain and suffering. He wanted to hurry over to you. Help you. Make sure you were okay, but he couldn't risk it. He'd never forgive himself if this innocent, tiny life got hurt because of him.

Your body may have been weak, but your motherly instincts strong. The cries of your baby - cries of helplessness and discomfort sent you into a frenzy. "P-Please, don't, please..." You stammered out; tears gathering in your eyes. "T-That's my baby, p-please!" You were begging the man, while trying to heave your exhausted body closer to the crib. But he didn't have any of it. "Stay where you are! Nobody moves, or...!" He put his hands dangerously close to the tiny girl's neck. Both, you and Daryl knew that it wouldn't take much. She was barely a week old; still so tiny and fragile.

He had unlocked the animal inside of the archer with threatening his baby and its mother, and was now paying the price. With his life.

Daryl's brain worked feverishly to find a way to get both his girls safely out of the situation, while you kept whispering 'Please' over and over again like prayer.

"Whaddaya want?! Where did ya take the others?!" The archer started to indulge the man in a conversation; hoping to distract him enough to get his knife out of its sheath unnoticed. "Freeing the Commonwealth of a plague," the man hissed. Daryl shook his head; hand working subtle and precisely. "Ya didn't answer my question, ya prick. Where are the others?" "I don't know, scum! And I frankly don't ca- Ahhh!" A painful yelp slipped past the man's lips as he was forced to cut off his own sentence. Daryl's plan had been a success. He had freed his knife, took the risk - he had to, and threw said knife which was now plunged in the man's shoulder. It caused him to stumble a few steps back - away from the crib and the newborn inside. That was Daryl's start signal. He lunged forward to literally tackle the intruder to the ground. From that moment on, everything happened so fast. Fists colliding with skin and bones, until they were bloody and went to wrap around the throat. The man underneath Daryl was struggling and desperately trying to shove him off and away from him, but it was no use. Daryl was too strong; too dominant.

His heart clenched.

"Told ya I was gonna kill ya, prick," Daryl growled, pulled his knife out of the man's shoulder to pierce his skull with it instead, before he crawled off of the lifeless body. He quickly wiped his bloodied knuckles on his shirt and lifted himself off the ground to tend to his still crying baby. His fatherly instincts kicking into overdrive.

Daryl approached the crib; hovering over the wooden furniture. The tiny girl inside was wriggling around in her warm confines like crazy. Cheeks stained with tears and red from all the crying.

"Hey, lil' angel, dun cry," he whispered hoarsely yet gently and reached carefully inside to cradle the miniature human in his big hands. "Sh, sh, sh, 's all good. Daddy got ya, sweetpea." He lifted her up to lay her into the crook of his arm to provide some body contact and warmth in an attempt to calm her down. His pointer finger softly traced her cheeks and the small hands which were closed to fists with the even smaller fingers attached.

Once your breathing got even and regular again, one hand reached out to cover Daryl's - which was cupping the newborn's bottom to keep her safely tucked in his arm. You looked up; eyes meeting your partner's - and he knew. He saw the longing in your eyes. The urge. The need to hold your daughter. So, without a word, the archer maneuvered the baby girl cautiously in your arms. She protested at the short loss of warmth with a whine, but once she felt that her mama was close, the world was perfectly alright again. You buried your nose in the baby's tufts of chestnut brown hair; deeply inhaling her scent and pressing your lips repeatedly against the utter softness.

At her father's words, touch and comfort, the little girl calmed down. Her cries got quieter and quieter, until they faded into soft coos.

"S-She okay?" Your broken, shaky voice urged to his ears and he instantly looked up to face you. You were still sitting on the floor; wiping away some stray tears and trying to get a grip and grasp what just happened. Daryl hadn't forgotten about you. Of course not! He just thought it would be best to tend to his crying infant first. He nodded; eyes thoroughly scanning the baby's body again. "All good. She's fine, sunshine." A relieved breath you didn't even know you were holding left your lips.

The archer stepped over and sat down on the floor beside you; back propped against the wall. He opened his arm for you. "C'mere. Gotta make sure my woman is a'right as well." You didn't let yourself tell that twice. You slid closer - into Daryl's awaiting arm and cuddled against his side. His closeness (and your baby) being all you needed right now. He instantly tightened his grip around you; chapped but gentle lips peppering your forehead repeatedly with kisses. "'S okay. 'M here. I got ya," your partner whispered as he tried to offer as much comfort and love as possible. "Ain't lettin' anythin' happen to my family." You were still in a state of shock, so you said nothing at all and just held on to Daryl. Closing your eyes, you relished in his touch and inhaled his natural scent. Leather, smoke, something earthy and musky, and a touch of blood and sweat.

She was okay and safely back in your arms.

Daryl adjusted his position; was now seated behind you. His back against the wall, your back against his chest as you sat between his open legs. Strong arms pulled you protectively closer; tucking you neatly against his front.

"Ya okay, darlin'?" He muttered softly, as his thumbs started to rub soothing circles into the clothed skin of your sides. You nodded. Merely, but you nodded. The shock was the worst - besides the still lingering pain around your neck and throat. Daryl's eyes flickered over every visible body part of yours; making sure. They got stuck on your neck, of course, and saw the bruises forming already. He swallowed. Another wave of rage crushes into him. He was angry. Angry of Pamela for breaking the deal and kidnapping his friends and family. Angry of himself for not being here to help earlier. For letting this happen.

The archer's head dropped to your neck, where he peppered the bruised and hurting skin with gentle kisses. "'M sorry," he whispered. "'M so sorry. Shoulda been 'ere earlier. Then this wouldn't have happened. Fuck, should've never even left from the start..." His voice broke at the end; close to shedding tears.

You had listened to his every word. Your eyes watered as well. You shook your head and freed one hand from the now sleeping newborn in your arms to reach behind and cup Daryl's head; fingers buried in his curls. "It's not your fault, Dar. You couldn't know that this was going to happen..." "Dun care. Shoulda been here. 'S my job to protect the both 'a ya, 'n I failed. I dun even wanna know what would've happened if I didn't..." He trailed off and swallowed hard; unable to finish the sentence. It hurt too much. "Daryl..." You whispered his name and angled your head; lips brushing his stubbly cheek, then his lips. "Stop, baby. What happened happened. You can't change it. But we're alright, okay? We're here. We're alive - and whatever Pamela throws at us... We're gonna make it. We're gonna find the others and make it. Together. Like we always do."

Your heart sunk.

Daryl swallowed once more. You were right. He couldn't change the past, but the future. He swore to himself to protect you even better. And together you were going to make this. Like you always did. Starting over.

His lips searched and found yours; entangling them in a linger kiss filled with love and the promise to keep you and his baby safe - until the very last breath he was going to take on this godforsaken planet. You melted into the kiss. It gave you the strength and confidence you needed. It always did. Daryl was the bright and shining light in this dark world. Always was, and he always would be.

Once you ended the kiss, Daryl started to shift then; gently squeezing your sides to urge you on to stand up as well. "C'mon, sunshine. We should go, 'n find Carol." You nodded and started to move as well; Daryl helping you stand up. After all, you had a cute, tiny creature tucked in your arms... "Carol managed to flee? Thank god..." The archer nodded and grabbed the most necessary backpack you had packed - filled with baby stuff. Diapers, bottles, fresh clothes, blankets and such things. "Yeah, 'm glad too, but I think nobody else beside us made it to escape."

"W-We gotta find them. Help them." Daryl threw the backpack over his shoulder and took the tiny girl from your arms in his so that you were able to slip in your 'outdoor' clothes with your weapons attached. "And we will, sunshine," he promised you and lastly helped you slip inside the baby carrier with one hand. "We'll find each other again. 'S what we do. 'S what we always did. Ain't nothin' in this world is gonna keep us apart for long." Daryl maneuvered the little girl into the carrier. You made sure that she was safely and securely strapped inside; luckily still sleeping. "We're gonna safe 'em and Alexandria."

A surge of hope and confidence swept over you at his words. You took your partner's hand; intertwining your fingers and gave his big hand a squeeze. You nodded, "Let's go." and smiled. Daryl dipped his head to bestow another kiss on your forehead then gave you a small smile in return, before he started to guide you out of the apartment. You had to find Carol, find out where the others had been taken and then get the hell out of this place.

One thing was certain... The archer was done playing games.

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Tony having a list of habits of the avengers that annoy him yet also altering the entirety of the compound to meet those habits.

Tony: You realize how annoying it is to have you in my vents?? Just let me breathe my 5 million dollar air in peace

Also Tony installing a proper scanner which doesn't ring any alarms if Barton is in the vents but instead just makes in a video compilation of each time he falls.

Tony: Thor I swear to the Gods. If you take one more Pop tart from me I wil-

Also Tony bulge buying Pop tarts for every time Thor visits.

Tony: Cap how do you not kn- No being frozen for 80 years is no excuse. This is vital part of history, No I don't care that it's "just a show" this changed lives

Also Tony installing a "Cap is confused again" Protocol on FRIDAY for each time there's anything Steve doesn't understand which might be basic knowledge to everyone else so FRIDAY can give him a summary of it all.

Tony: Nat you need to stop hiding weapons everywhere. I can't be going around finding machetes in the compound!

Also Tony providing her as much space she needs for her weapons in each room if that's what she needs to feel safe.

Tony: No! No magic. Wanda you go through my head again and I swear you'll regret it. My therapist quit, you think you can handle it? Nuh uh this is a magic free household young lady.

Also Tony installing a whole new simulation based training room so she can practice her magic properly.

Tony: Bucky, I know I'm rich but can you please stop crushing my equipment and cups

Also Tony very gently talking to Bucky about everything he is doing step by step as he checks up Bucky's arm. Giving him his own room with open windows so he doesn't feel trapped with every bit of little hobby he might pick up from knitting to painting to playing the piano. A bookshelf with the entire limited edition of The Hobbit and every 40s music he might like. And some more recent songs in case he decides to "stop being old".

Tony: Strange I need you to stop doing that shit. I understand you're a wizard but don't they have rules for that? Like no magic outside of Hogwarts until you're 17? None of that weird stuff in the tower... ever.

Also Tony creating a special meditating room for Stephen with Pink Floyd playing where he can just calm down for a while in the tower and somehow a room in the mirror dimension when he really wants peace and quiet.

Tony: Vision I know you're an AI who is very interested in human nature and I am flattered but I swear if I hear one more explosion because you tried to learn knitting or the piano I will find an off switch whether or not you have one.

Also Tony making every single hobby Vision wants to pick up possible in the best way. Providing him his own kitchen to getting him a piano teacher because he wanted to experience "learning by being taught"

Tony: Banner I get that you have everything under control which is great but my lab is not big enough for The Hulk

Also Tony making his lab big enough. Getting him his own lab. Making sure he had everything he needed to calm down when he couldn't control the Hulk. Labeling him as the "strongest avenger". Getting him a therapist. Making sure he never feels alone yet always has peace

Tony: Rhodey you need to understand that when I say I'm fine I'm fine. You act like such a party pooper you know that?

Also Tony who trusts Rhodey with his life and everything. Making sure Rhodey never feels lesser than. Who couldn't be more grateful that Rhodey stuck by him throughout everything and always stayed. Tony always turning to him for advice and no matter how much he acts like Rhodey is being a bummer always takes his words to heart.

Tony: Peter.... Don't walk on the ceiling! Oh my God don't die! What the hell kid please don't explode your homework again! Your aunt is going to KILL me! You mess with the suit again and I- No , you can't borrow my suit what do you mean? I told you to stay back, tell me what you interpreted that as? No the adults are talking.

Also Tony doing everything that kid wants no matter what. Making sure his suit is so safe that he might as well be immortal. Buying him everything he even remotely suggests to liking. He has his own room in the tower cause of all the time he spends in the labs.

"You want to test out this new thing with your webs but it requires this extremely expensive and toxic chemical? As long as you wear proper protection!"

"you said you had to write about a famous place you went to but since you haven't travelled much you were gonna write about the Stark exhibition or times square.....So I got you these world tour tickets. I think they hit every landmark , just message me the ones they don't and I'll handle it. And don't worry there are two so your aunt can go with you"

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‘Wolfy Claim’

Triple S Sohyun x Male Reader

Word count: 2.2k

It never once occurred to me in my whole life that the stories and movies about creatures of the forest and the monsters of the night were true. I thought that they were made up to scare the kids to keep their attitudes and behaviors in check.

But here I am, nursing my wife, Sohyun after a night out during the full moon. Why specifically on the full moon? Because my lovely wife is a freaking werewolf who gets to let loose every month on a feeding spree.

“Uchkk! Lamb, could you please hand me some constipation meds. I think my stomach’s about to literally explode.” Sohyun requests.

I went to the drawer near the kitchen sink and took some meds, grabbed some water from the fridge, and went to get back on my wife who was lying on the couch in the fetal position nursing and pressing her stomach.

I put the meds and the glass of water at the table near the couch and continued to nurse Sohyun.

“Pup, the meds and the water you asked for are on the table now, come let me help you take them.”

Sohyun looked at me and tried to help herself sit up straight but failed, so she reached her arms out signifying she needs help on sitting up. I reached around her back while she hooked her arms around my neck.

“You ready?” I asked her.

She nodded and made a cute noise near my ear. I helped her sit up and held on to her as she steadied herself. When she loosened her arms around my neck, I let go of her back and held her shoulder for stabilization.

“Can you sit up straight now?” asking her while my hands are still on her shoulder.

“Mhm” Sohyun muttered.

Confident in her stability, I let go of her shoulder to turn around and prepare the meds she asked for then carefully handed it to her.

She took the medicine on my hands, ate it then took the water on my other hand to help the tablet go down smoothly. She hands me back the glass and I set it back to the table. When I turned back around to check up on her, I noticed that her cheeks suddenly turned red and her hands reached her eyes, tears were pouring out and she was slightly sobbing. So, I did the best thing I could think of doing at the moment and sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her.

When she felt my arms hold her tight, she leaned into my chest and continued to pour her feelings out.

“I’m sorry for putting you up to this every month, my lamby.” Sohyun muttered on my chest.

“Hey, you have nothing to apologize for my puppy, I’m just glad that you’re back here safe.” I replied while drawing circles on her back, trying to comfort her.

“I know but I can’t help myself to feel that I’m being a burden to you.” Sohyun replied.

“You’re not being a burden to me Sohyun-ah, I love you so much and I would do anything for you.” as I continue to comfort my wife.

“And besides, I knew what I got into and I’m prepared to do anything that I can to help you in your episodes.” I reassure my wife.

She looked up from my chest and met my eyes with her tired, yet lovely pair. When our eyes caught each other, I tried to peck her cheek but she winced and moved away.

“Ah no lamby! I’m still covered in blood, you’re gonna get it on yourself!” Sohyun exclaimed.

As I peered lovingly at my enchanting wife, I grabbed the back of her neck and went ahead and gave her a peck in her blood covered cheeks.

“Do you think I care about stuff like that, puppy? We’ve been at this since before we graduated and I’ve already tasted every type of animal blood on you, even some of yours! So just let me give my lovely wife a kiss she deserves after a hard time.” I say while nuzzling Sohyun’s nose.

Sohyun grinned and finally let me peck her cheeks once more, after I was done, I noticed her pouting and pointing at her lips, basically telling me that her full lips needed attention as well. Me being whipped for this woman in front of me, obliged and gave her lips some attention.

At first, it was a chaste and slow kiss, but after Sohyun grabbed the sides of my head, she also deepened the kiss, with love taking over the disgust she felt before. Like she’s telling me that she is grateful for my undeterred love. She loosened her grasp on my lips and let go but continued to nuzzle my nose.

“What would I ever do without you, my lamby?” Sohyun asked.

“Hmmm, I don’t think we’ll ever know because you will always have me, my puppy!” I replied lovingly to my wife.

“And you will always have me too!” Sohyun muttered.

After sharing a lovely moment, being a werewolf with werewolf strength, she easily pushed me down on the couch and straddled my lap and proceeds to cuddle me more, she hooked her arms and settled her head on the crook of my neck, making me ticklish with her warm breath.

“Are you feeling well now, pup?” I asked her.

She nodded against my neck.

“Hmm, ok.” I then kissed her cheek after she answered my question and we remained in our position.

Silence then enveloped our living room, only Sohyun’s heavy breathing against my neck could be heard around the house. After a while, I felt movement from her and she suddenly put her hands on my chest to help push herself up, she then fixed her hair while we both stared at each other smiling.

“Do you need help cleaning up?” I asked her while I reached my hand on her face.

She leaned towards my hands caressing her cheeks onto it while she nodded.

“Ok let me up first, then I’ll help you clean up” patting her thighs to let her know that I’ll stand.

She finally hopped off my lap and sat in an empty space on the couch and let me stand up. When I finally got the chance to do so, she put up her arms, letting me know that she wanted to be carried towards the bathroom.

I grinned and chuckled at her actions, finding it adorable that a fearsome creature such as her, needs the help of her human husband to move around.

I picked her up bridal style and carried her towards the bathroom, on the way to the bathroom, she whispered something on my ear that caught me off guard.

“You know, maybe I should turn you and maybe we could start talking about cubs?” I stopped in my tracks and looked at Sohyun with surprise in my eyes.

Seeing this, Sohyun laughed uncontrollably at my state but then she reach out on my face and said, “I’m just kidding, I know you’re not ready for a huge change to happen in your life, I know it’s a big ask to you, seeing that you would have to literally changed your body and your lifestyle.”

I smiled towards my wife and thanked her sincerely and continued towards the bathroom.

After getting in the bathroom, I put her down and she lifted her arms up over her head, letting me know that she needed my help taking her clothes off.

While helping her, I started contemplating on what would happen if she would turn me into something like her. ‘Would I also be experiencing everything she is going through every time her transformation occurred? What would happen to her if she did turn me into a werewolf, how will it affect her, would it hurt her?’ Lots of things have wandered in my mind as I helped my wife take her garments off.

After taking everything off of her, I couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful figure. I couldn’t help but to bask in her beauty,even the scars she got by being a werewolf. I adored every part of her. She noticed that I was staring too long and couldn’t help herself but tease me.

“You know my eyes are up here, lamby.” said Sohyun, breaking me out of the spell her body put me on.

Coming back to my senses, I palmed her face, pushed her lightly and told her “Just get in the shower!” while I chuckled at myself for staring at my wife. I then proceeded to take my clothes off as well, to join Sohyun in the shower, being also covered in blood from nursing and cuddling her before.

As the water hit our skins, I helped her scrub the dried blood on her body, every crevice that had dried blood, I ran my hand through it while she put soap on her hands and ran to really clean herself off. She then lathered shampoo in my hair to my surprise, but I sat on the sides of the tub to lower myself to make it easy for her.

While she shampooed my hair, I asked a question,

“Would it hurt you if you ever turned me?”

Sohyun slightly stopped, then continued to clean my hair, she chuckled at my question and answered;

“Yes, but then I would only feel you, your turning will physically hurt the both of us because I’m the only one who has the strength to hold you down.”

Knowing that I will hurt Sohyun in the process of turning me into a werewolf bothered me, I couldn’t hurt my wife, I don’t wanna hurt my Sohyun. She must’ve felt or seen my shoulders tense up, because she carefully reached for my chin to make me look in her eyes and told me,

“You have endured more pain and hurt from dealing with my transformation, my lamb. I think I could handle a little scratch or bite from you!” her eyes full of love and her bright smile reassured me that I could never hurt her.

I reciprocated the smile and she pulled my face to let our lips meet. It was a quick kiss but I felt the love and reassurance she wanted to give.

“I love you Y/n, and I would never pressure you into doing something you don’t want.” Sohyun muttered while her lips were still on my cheek.

“I know, and I love you too, Sohyun.” I replied.

She finally lets go of my hair and lets me stand up. I took her hands and told her,

“How about we get on with this so you can rest more and I can prepare our lunch, huh?”

“I don’t know about lunch, I’m still quite full from last night.” Sohyun answered while she chuckled.

“Then we’ll do anything you want, just include some rest, I know it has been a rough night for you.” I told Sohyun.

She answered with a smile and an ‘ok’ then we got onto cleaning ourselves, with some making out sessions on the side.

After showering and cleaning ourselves up, we got into our room and put on some fresh pajamas and climbed into our bed. While in bed, she positioned herself on my arms, resting her head on my chest, I then held her tight with my arms and placed my hands on her back, tracing circles on it.

While cuddling her, the thought of turning passed by again, I contemplated on everything that could and would happen. But every time, my love for Sohyun greatly encompasses my fears and uncertainties of the future.

In the comfort and silence of our room, I kissed her head and muttered,

“Let’s do it.”

Sohyun, not sure of what she had heard, exclaimed “Huh?”

The look of bewilderment on face made me laugh and repeated what I had said,

“Let’s do it!”

“What do you mean ‘Let’s do it’?” Sohyun clarified.

“Let’s do it, turn me into a werewolf!” I answered.

Sohyun, filled with excitement, stood up quicker than ever and her eyes widened with excitement, came closer to me and exclaimed “Really!”

“Mhm! I wanna do it for you.” I answered, reflecting her excitement.

Sohyun’s eyes suddenly filled with concern, asked again,

“Are you sure? There’s no pressure, lamby. You don’t have to do this for me.”

I smiled widely and held her hand and waist to put her on my lap.

“Sohyun, I asked for your hand in marriage 8 years ago to grow and move our relationship to the next level, and now that we’ve been married for a while, I think a child would make our love grow even further.”

Sohyun started tearing at this point but I continued,

“And if turning me into a werewolf, to be one of your kind, in order for us to have a child is a choice I have to make, then it’s a choice I’m going to choose every time.”

Sohyun is sobbing now while giggling.

“And seeing how excited you are, It gets me excited as well.” I continued.

Sohyun chuckled while crying, tackled me into bed, showering me with wet kisses from the tears or joy. She then moved towards my lips and kissed me passionately, both of us pouring out all the love we have for each other. She then pulled out and giggled in front of my face.

“Thank you, Y/n. I know it’s a hard choice to make, but thank you for everything that you’re willing to do to make me happy.” Sohyun excitedly said.

I giggled and reached my hand out to her face, wiped her tears and said,

“Everything for you, my pup.”

She smiled and leaned towards my hands. Sohyun then suddenly shot up,

“OMG! We have to call my parents and my sisters, let them know so they prep for your ceremony. We also have to tell your parents, and the others–” she rambled as excitement poured out of her.

I smiled and held her arms.

“Sohyun, take it easy. We have tomorrow to do that, what’s important is you could rest today.”

Sohyun sheepishly laughed and then finally calmed down a bit, still full of excitement. She went back to my arms and we continued to cuddle.

“Thank you, Y/n, really. Thank you so much for this. I love you so much.” Sohyun muttered on my chest.

“You’re always welcome, Sohyun-ah. I love you more than you know.” I muttered on her head while I gave it a peck.

For now, we enjoy the silence and comfort of each other’s presence, preparing for the big changes we will face.

[pazzi5351]

PART 1

Just Friends

Highschool AU

Fb p x cheerleader a

Bsf to lovers

WC: 1.2k

AN: based on the fact that when I cheered I didn’t know there was a girl on the opposing team and now after some light research (ig stalking) I fear I need that! Anywho! Lmk if you like this and send some suggestions for pt 2! Happy reading 😝

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The early Friday evening heat was felt by everyone.

Well, except for Paige.

All Paige could feel was her heart pounding against her chest, her ponytail sticking to the back of her neck, and the sweat dripping down her face under her helmet.

There were twenty seconds left in the game. The game that decided if the Arlington High School football team was going to playoffs.

She could barely hear the play her quarterback was yelling out, but she saw the moment the ball was snapped—and she ran.

“Here’s the throw from number seven… and the catch from Bueckers! She’s at the 30… the 20… the 10… the 5… TOUCHDOWN! PAIGE BUECKERS!”

The stadium exploded.

Teammates came running with chest bumps, coaches tapped her helmet with adrenaline-fueled shouts, fans rushed onto the field—and Paige, through all the chaos, was scanning for one person. Her best friend. Her cheerleader. Her Azzi.

Azzi had barely finished her touchdown cheer before she was darting off the sidelines, ponytail bouncing, eyes locked in on Arlington’s star receiver—who, if you asked anyone, was better known as Azzi’s best friend.

When Paige saw her, she moved without thinking, like Azzi had some kind of magnetic pull and Paige had no choice but to follow it. They met halfway, and Azzi jumped into her arms, clinging onto her like gravity didn’t exist.

“Paigey! I’m so fucking proud of you! That catch was—oh my gosh! And in the last 20 seconds? Are you kidding? You’re amazing!” Azzi shouted, the adrenaline of the win buzzing through her words.

Paige laughed and spun them around, still holding Azzi tight.

“Thanks, Az! Your cheering really helped this one.”

“Oh please, you love how I’m at every game,” Azzi said, rolling her eyes and slipping out of her arms, but not before smoothing down Paige’s jersey with one hand.

“Wait no!” their friend Mackenzie shouted, rushing toward them with her camera. “Paige, pick her back up like before for a picture! Please?”

“Seriously, Kenz? She’s sweaty and gross! I don’t want her holdin’ me again,” Azzi joked, flashing a quick grin at Paige.

Paige gasped dramatically and lunged toward her. “Hey! Come here!”

Mackenzie rolled her eyes, already snapping shots. The photo she caught could’ve been Pinterest worthy—Paige and Azzi mid-laugh, turned toward each other like they hadn’t noticed the world spinning around them. Azzi’s hands rested on Paige’s shoulders, one leg kicked up behind her in a cheerleader pose that looked too perfect to be candid—except for her wide, unfiltered smile. Paige had her arms wrapped around the backs of Azzi’s thighs, fingers brushing just under the hem of her skirt, holding her close like she was made to.

Mackenzie squealed, looking at her screen. “OH MY GOSH Y’ALL ARE ADORABLE! I’ll send this to you both when I get home and edit it! Congrats again, P!”

She walked off, but Paige and Azzi lingered, standing just a breath apart in their own little bubble, eyes soft and searching. Neither spoke.

“Yeoo twin! That catch was fucking nasty! You did that shit! Oh—hey Az!” Nika shouted as she strolled over, shattering the moment like glass under cleats.

A swarm of teammates and students started gathering again, and someone from the offensive line yelled, “Y’all, fair in an hour to celly! Text the groupchat! Everybody pull up!”

Paige grinned, then leaned toward Azzi under the noise.

“You going?”

Azzi nodded. “Duh.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go shower and stuff. Meet me at the locker rooms in, like, twenty?”

“Bet.”

Paige made her way to the edge of the field, but just before she pushed open the door to the locker room, her teammate and close friend, Jalen called out.

“Yo! Paige!”

She turned. “Yeah?”

“What’s the deal with Fudd?”

Her brows pulled together. “Huh?”

Jalen shrugged. “You and her seem… super close. I seen that pic Mackenzie took.”

Paige let out a short laugh and shook her head. “Nah. Me and Azzi? That’s wild! We’re just friends. Chill.”

Jalen raised a brow but let it go. “Mmhm. Aight then. I’ll catch you later man”

Inside, Paige showered quickly, letting the water hit her neck, her shoulders, trying to calm down the leftover nerves. After a change into jorts and a graphic tee, she stepped outside, still towel-drying her damp hair—and saw Azzi leaning against the wall on her phone, still in her cheer uniform.

Paige slowed without meaning to. Azzi didn’t see her at first, and for a second, Paige just watched her: the way her skirt brushed her thighs, how her sneakers tapped the concrete, how the late sun hit her cheekbone.

Then Azzi looked up and froze, eyes flicking over Paige’s outfit before landing on her damp hair.

“Hellooo? Earth to Azzi,” Paige teased, grinning. “I asked if you were ready to go.”

Azzi blinked, flustered. “Yeah—yep! Let’s go. Yeah.”

They walked to Paige’s car, and the drive to Azzi’s house was filled with low music, cracked windows, and a quiet comfort that didn’t need words.

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Inside Azzi’s room, it looked like a tornado came through.

“Ughhh! I have nothing to fucking wear! All these clothes suck.” Azzi groaned, throwing shirts and tank tops across her bed like the fair was a movie premiere.

Paige stood with her arms crossed, amused. “Az.”

Azzi kept rummaging.

Paige picked up a black crop top and a pair of jean shorts from the pile, holding them out.

“Yo, Az. Wear this. We’ll kinda match.”

Azzi raised a brow but took them anyway, disappearing into her bathroom. “Okay but wait—this combo is so cute!”

Paige sat on the edge of the bed, her mind drifting the second Azzi shut the door. Her thoughts were far from innocent. Not when it came to the way that top would hug Azzi’s waist. The way those shorts would cling to her hips and the top of her thighs. The way Azzi’s hair always looked messier after she changed—

“Paige!” Azzi called. “Come on, get up!”

Paige blinked out of it as Azzi pulled her toward the mirror. She stood behind her, arms wrapping around Azzi’s shoulders and chin resting on her friend’s shoulder, laughing as Azzi took a mirror pic.

Azzi didn’t even think twice before posting it to her Instagram story.

pre-playoffs outing w my fav #5 🤭💗 @paigebueckers1

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The fairgrounds were buzzing. As soon as Paige stepped out of the car, her teammates swarmed her.

“Yo P, we gotta hit the Ferris wheel!”

“Let’s gooo, MVP!”

“C’mon, we bought like 200 tickets already!”

She was pulled away before she could even say goodbye to Azzi.

Azzi watched her disappear in a blur of teenage boys and neon lights, then turned and spotted Caroline and Mackenzie waving her over.

“Okay,” Caroline said as they walked, “you need to explain that story you posted.”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

Mackenzie pulled out her phone, tapping her story. “This. The matching outfits. The arms around each other. The caption. Girl. Be so fucking for real.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but her face was pink. “Y’all are exaggerating. It’s not like that.”

Caroline raised a brow. “Right. Right .”

Mackenzie smirked. “Mhm. Whatever you say, girly!”

Azzi didn’t answer—just looked across the fair, where somewhere in the crowd, Paige was laughing on a ride, her eyes sparkling under the lights.

[lets-try-some-writing]

(For your Mr. Pax AU:)

Imagine the kids meeting Elita. It'd be so fragging wholesome XD

It'd more then likely be after the school day, too. Lmao.

It would and I have opted to answer the call for this ask.

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"So kids, how was school?" Elita grinned as the children settled on their platform, spreading out homework and other assignments for the cycle. She regarded their work with interest. It seemed simple enough in her optics, but then again, the human children were very small.

"Oh! You're Elita! Optimus's wife!" Miko shot up, a huge smile on her small squishy face. The urge to reach out and poke one of her cheeks was strong, but Elita refrained. It wouldn't do to go poking the children when it was far safer just to wait until later and do it in holoform.

"I'm his Conjunx, yes." Jack pointedly did not look in her direction. Elita could almost see the way his venting would have sputtered if he were Cybertronian. She may not have been well versed in all things human as of the present moment, but even she could see he looked a moment away from exploding.

"Woah, I didn't know Optimus was married." Rafael added his own commentary, closing his laptop to look up at Elita with wide eyes. She had to fight back an awed noise at how adorable he looked. He was tiny, his glasses only making him look more like a sparkling in her optics. She wanted to poke his cheeks as well, but that would have to wait.

"He's been my Conjunx for a very long time kiddo. Since before he became Prime in fact." Miko and Rafael made awed noises, and even Jack looked up at her in surprise, his embarrassment over the parent-teacher conference forgotten.

"Really? Optimus doesn't seem like the kind of guy to well... do that?" Jack was hesitant in his words, but Elita laughed in short order. She clutched her abdomen as she considered Jack's point of view, all but cackling. Her Conjunx could be quite stern when he wanted to be, especially when stressed. She'd already heard about how Optimus shut down any attempts at being introduced to humor. It was no surprise Jack was startled.

"He wasn't always such a stoic figure. Back when we were young, we got into all sorts of trouble." Resting a servo on her hip as he laughter died down, Elita watched as the children practically lit up at the reveal. Jack was quiet with his interest, but Rafael and Miko were not.

"Optimus in trouble? Oooh this is some blackmail material I need!" Miko did a little dance in place, the plushies on her belt shifting as she did an excited twirl. Elita again had to fight the urge to pick up and cuddle the squishy organic close. It probably wouldn't end well, but she hadn't been able to hold such a small creature since Bee was freshly forged.

"I don't think you can blackmail Prime with stuff that millions of years old." Jack, being so much like Optimus, tried to rain on everyone's parade with logic. Thankfully, his little black raincloud bounced right off Miko and Rafael who were still staring at Elita like she hung the moon.

"Married couples always have wild blackmail!" Miko flailed, throwing her arms up in the air as she grinned. Jack sighed and Rafael secretly adjusted his glasses to try and hide a smile. Elita could feel it right then and there as adoration settled in her spark.

Yes, she was keeping these squishies. She could convince Optimus later.

"I have quite a few stories for you. But only if you promise to not harass Optimus with them. He's got enough going on." Holding up a digit to her derma, Elita smiled as the children each agreed, some more enthusiastically than others.

"We won't bother him. Promise." Rafael's eyes only seemed to be made bigger by his glasses. Elita's spark leapt in its chamber, the cuteness of the scene overriding her usual serious attitude as mischievousness she had long left behind began to resurge.

"Settle down then children. Let me tell you all about Orion's first visit to the docks." Elita could see Optimus out of the corner of her optic looming in the nearby hall. He looked to be mostly uncaring as he waited there, listening in. But she could see the hint of a smile on his features. He wasn't opposed to her decision, giving her all the more reason to tell her tale.

It had been so very long since they'd had anyone who cared enough to hear their story.

[yanyandam]

(I just started following you and LOVE your work so far and… AHHH ITS AMAZING *chefs kiss*)

I was wondering if i could make a request JUST PURE FLUFF of a fic with Sanzu but the happy ending Sanzu u know how in the happy ending he becomes a pro YouTube with his sister?? Well do u think you could do Sanzu x painter reader with a big artistic mind??? Like where shes pregnant with his kid and having all these emotions making her artistic mind explode and sanzu is just posting lives/videos/pics reading out loud all the positive comments his fans are saying about her art though her 9 months pregnancy. Then going to a Timeskip where there 5-10 years old son/daughter (your pick) finds the old paintings there mom did while pregnant with them and asks sanzu about it to which he shows all the lives/videos/pics of reader painting and when pregnant and when reader comes backs from whatever she was doing she’s gets surprised to see their kid and sanzu painting together on a livestream

(AHHH sorry that’s its long and probably confusing you don’t have to do it if u don’t want to but it would be nice to see what you do with this NO PRESSURE PLEASE DONT FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO DO IT again LOVE your work <3)

YOOO omg this was so detailed I had to recheck stuff just to be sure I didn't misunderstand anything. HERE. It isn't very long but I hope you like it looove. LOVE YAA thanks for the support

SANZU X PAINTER!FEM!READER

Sanzu met her at school.

He barely showed up to class, maybe once a month, tops, just enough to keep the school off his back and say he “tried.” Just enough so the year wouldn’t be a total loss. Even he knew you had to fake it a little to keep the system from kicking you out too fast. Unlucky for him, they sat him next to the weird girl. The one who looked like she was in love with her pencils. Just her damn pencils. She was hunched over the desk like it was her altar, scribbling away while the math teacher's droning voice echoed through the room like static.

Haruchiyo stared at her sideways. She didn’t look up once. The table beneath her arms was covered in marks, doodles, notes written in tiny, loopy handwriting. All of it cluttered the desk like graffiti. It made his skin crawl. He hated mess. He really hated it when people treated trash like art. Faking interest in the lesson for a second, he clicked his tongue, leaned in a bit, and growled, “The fuck are you doing? Stop drawing on the table. That shit’s disgusting.”

She didn’t even flinch. Just kept sketching calmly, like his voice was background noise. And then, without looking at him: “Is it ugly?”

He blinked. “What?” She glanced at him for the first time. Her eyes were strange. Soft, but unreadable. Like foggy glass. “If it’s beautiful, it decorates. If it’s ugly, it dirties. So?” she asked, voice steady. “Which is it?”

Sanzu frowned, confused and irritated. “What the hell kind of logic is that?” She gave a little shrug, barely a movement. Like she didn’t care about his answer. He reached out and snatched the pencil from her hand with a swift motion, sharp like a slap. “Stop,” he snapped, voice low and venom-laced. “I fucking hate filthy shit.”

She didn’t fight back. Her hand just hovered mid-air for a second before resting flat on the desk again. She didn’t even look mad. No glare. No offense taken. “You’re not gonna grab it back?” he muttered, annoyed by her indifference.

“You’re not gonna give it back,” she replied. And finally, she looked at him, really looked. Not with fear. Not with challenge. Just this weird, distant calm like she was watching him from somewhere far away, even though they were just inches apart. “You don’t like dirty things,” she said quietly.

“No shit.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

He narrowed his eyes. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” she answered simply. “Just wondering what name I’ll write when I draw”

“You don’t need to know it,” he muttered.

She nodded.

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“What the fuck is that?” he muttered, barely glancing at it. Sanzu sat on the cracked cement bench like it had insulted him. That’s when she walked up to him, again. He clocked her in his periphery, sketchbook clutched in her hand like it was sacred scripture. Without a word, she stood in front of him and held out a folded sheet.

“You,” she answered, plain as day.

His brows pinched together as he snatched the paper from her hand, unfolding it with the delicacy of a guy who never touched anything carefully. The drawing stared back at him: himself, sitting right where he was now, on that same busted bench. It was raw, a little messy, but there was something alive in the lines. Almost too alive. He blinked. “Yeah, I noticed it’s me. It’s also... not bad. But still, what the fuck.”

She tilted her head slightly. “I hope to revive some form of color in the depths of your dull eyes.”

He stared at her. “Stop speaking gibberish.”

She didn’t flinch. Instead, she plopped herself down beside him, close enough that their shoulders almost brushed. For a second, neither of them spoke. Just the quiet hum of distant chatter and the occasional bird screaming like it wanted to join a gang. Then she looked at him, chin resting lightly in her hand. “Don’t you ever want to trade your gloomy life for something a little less... serious?”

His eyes narrowed. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You always look mad. Even when you’re with your weird friend who looks like a vampire.”

“Wait—Baji? Are you spying on me?”

“A little,” she said, deadpan. “But it was unintentional. A coincidence.”

“That’s creepy.”

“Maybe. But so are you.”

Sanzu paused, gave her a sideways glance, then snorted. It wasn’t a laugh, but it was close enough to make her smile. “You’re fucking strange,” he muttered.

“Takes one to know one.”

Another beat passed. He looked down at the drawing again. It really was him, except maybe not the version he saw in the mirror. There was a softness in the sketch, tucked behind the sharp angles and tense posture. It made him uncomfortable. Like she saw something he didn’t want her to. “You seriously draw people all the time?”

“Not always. Just when something about them gets stuck in my head.”

Sanzu raised a brow. “So I’m stuck in your head now?”

She turned her eyes toward the sky. “A little. But it was unintentional. A coincidence.”

He huffed. But he didn’t hand the drawing back. He folded it neatly instead, stuffing it into the inside pocket of his jacket. A few kids walked by in the distance, laughing way too loud. The bell rang faintly from the building behind them. Sanzu didn’t move. Neither did she. “You should stop watching me,” he said finally, voice quieter.

“I probably won’t.” He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back against the bench like the world was too much to carry today. She pulled a small pencil from behind her ear and scribbled something tiny in her sketchbook. He didn’t ask what. He didn’t want to know. He just let her stay there, quietly, drawing lines around the edges of a kid with cracked knuckles and a thousand things he couldn’t name sitting in his chest.

“Here. My number.” She had actually cribbled her number with flowers around it.

Sanzu smiled.

Ever since that bench moment, something shifted. They didn’t plan to see each other again, but somehow it kept happening. Her sketchbook open while he laid back on the grass, eyes closed but fully listening. Sometimes they didn’t even talk, just existed near each other, comfortable in the quiet. Sanzu wasn’t the type to let people in, not even halfway, but she slipped through the cracks like sunlight through blinds. He didn't really hate it. But kind of.

He hated the way her presence made the silence less heavy. How she called out his bullshit without flinching. How she once sketched Mikey like it was nothing and handed it to him saying, “He looks like he bites people for fun,” and Sanzu laughed, genuinely did. How she remembered his favorite brand of cheesecakes and once stole a pack for him like it was an art form.

He caught feelings.

It crept up on him like a bad habit. One second he was making fun of the way she tied her shoelaces, the next he was staring at her lips mid-sentence, wondering what they’d taste like. Sanzu didn’t know how to confess. He’d never done that shit before. He didn’t even know if she liked anyone at all. But his dumbass heart wouldn’t shut up, so he did the only thing that came to mind.

He drew her.

Terribly.

He used a blue pen he found in his jacket pocket and one of those lined notebook pages that were already kinda crumpled. The result looked like a cross between a haunted doll and a criminal sketch, but he was proud of it. Sort of. So he waited after class one day, slipping the paper onto her desk like it was evidence of a crime. She raised an eyebrow when she saw it. “What’s this?”

He shrugged, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. “You draw me all the time. Fair’s fair.”

She unfolded the paper slowly, curiosity in her eyes… and then she burst out laughing. Like, really laughing. Ugly, loud, head-thrown-back kind of laughter. “What the hell is this?! You made me look like I survived a house fire!”

Sanzu scowled, yanking the paper back. “It’s abstract, alright?! It’s art.”

She was still laughing, eyes glistening, tears threatening to fall. “This is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s beautiful.”

He looked at her for a second, how happy she looked, how effortlessly she took the moment and turned it into something soft, and it stung in a weird, addictive way. “I like you,” he mumbled.

She blinked, catching her breath. “Because I laughed at your drawing?”

“No,” he said, shoving the paper back toward her. “Because you make me feel like I can breathe.” That shut her up. But the smile stayed.

—

Years later, no one could’ve guessed that the boy who used to barely talk, always looking like he had his two feet in apathy, would become a YouTuber. And not just any YouTuber. Sanzu & Senju, the chaotic sibling duo that somehow managed to rack up millions of views. Their content was just so entertaining and people loved them (not me though I clicked on the dislike button every time). Senju was the energetic heart of it. Sanzu was the wild card, sarcastic and oddly charming, with a stoic façade that always looked a little dangerous. And Takeomi was their not-so-known manager!

Their fans didn’t know much about his personal life. That was the way he liked it. Especially when it came to her.

She had become something of a legend in her own right: a professional painter, a digital artist, a graphist with a cult following in the design world. She never posted her face. Only her work. Abstract colors, twisted realism, raw emotion on digital canvases. She was the kind of artist that made people feel things.

And yeah, they were together.

Had been for a while, actually. Since those high school days when she mocked his terrible drawing and then cried laughing when he confessed with it. But she was never in the videos. Not once. No background glimpse, no tagged hand on Instagram, no anonymous voice off-camera.

Not because he was ashamed. Far from it. Sanzu just didn’t want to share her with the world.

She was his peace. His color. His most private form of joy in a life that had been built too publicly. Letting the internet chew on her identity felt like betrayal. Still, that didn’t stop her from helping him every step of the way. When the “Draw My Life” trend exploded in 2015, Senju begged him to do one. Sanzu wasn’t the type to get sentimental, but she insisted. And when he agreed, it was her who stayed up with him all night in their cramped apartment, sketching frames on the whiteboard, guiding his story out of him with soft encouragements and sharp jokes.

“Damn,” he muttered, watching her hand glide across the board, “it’s weird seeing my life come out in your lines.”

She paused, looked up. “Is that your poetic way of saying you’re traumatized?”

“Probably.”

That video went viral.

Fans loved the dark humor, the raw honesty. The illustrations, though: those were what stuck. “Who did the art?” people commented. “Those sketches hit hard.” Sanzu never answered. He just pinned a cryptic heart emoji and let it be. Over time, she became the silent architect of his aesthetic. His thumbnails, his merch, his channel banner, all her. And when he hit 1 million subscribers, she was the one holding the camera as he popped cheap champagne on their rooftop, laughing like a man who never thought he’d get here.

Only Senju knew the full picture. How much she meant to him. How Sanzu, the one who could barely say “I love you” without cursing in the middle of it, would sometimes sit in silence just watching her paint like it was his favorite show.

Sometimes she joked, “You’re just with me ‘cause I have better linework than you.”

And he’d reply, “I’m with you ‘cause you turned my life into art.”

It was fun, how the quietest guy on the planet had the quietest love story. But that’s the way Haru liked it. Because some things, the best things, didn’t belong to the internet. They belonged to late nights, shared playlists, ink-stained fingers, and stolen kisses between video takes.

They belonged to her.

She told him on a Tuesday. Nothing special about it, just one of those quiet, overcast mornings when the city felt a little too still. He was in the kitchen, arguing with the toaster. "Stupid piece of—" he was mid-slam when she walked in, barefoot, hair messy, holding a tiny white stick like it was a weapon of divine justice.

“I’m pregnant,” she said, blunt as ever.

He turned slowly. “…Sorry?”

She showed him the test, eyes wide but unreadable. “Two of them. Positive.”

Sanzu stared. He blinked once. Twice. Then placed the burnt toast on the counter with slow, almost religious precision. “…You sure it’s not one of those scam sticks?”

“I did two. And I feel like vomiting every five seconds.”

He stared a little longer, jaw tightening like his brain was buffering. “Wait, like… actually pregnant?”

“Yeah…?”

“Fuck.” Yeah that’s lowkey what you two did I guess? And then he sat down. Like, collapsed. Legs gave up, heart hammering in his chest. “I’m gonna die.”

“You’re not,” she said, walking over, calm and weirdly serene.

“I can’t be a dad. I don’t even water the houseplants.”

“We don’t have houseplants.”

“Exactly!”

But somehow, between the panic and the jokes and the sudden rush of weirdly tender silence, Haruchiyo didn’t run. He placed a hand on her stomach, even though there was nothing to see yet. Just warmth. Just the beginning of something terrifyingly huge.

“Shit,” he whispered. “I’m a dad.”

By month two, her hormones had turned her into a full-blown creative hurricane.

She painted like she was possessed: morning, noon, and three a.m. With charcoal-stained cheeks and wild eyes, she'd wake up from a dream and immediately sketch it out. Canvases piled up in the living room. The dining table was lost to acrylics and turpentine. Their walls looked like a gallery curated by Van Gogh on drugs.

He supported it the only way he knew how: chaotically, loudly, and publicly. At the end of every new video, right after Senju’s screaming outro, Sanzu added his own personal “ad segment.” “Before you click off—yo, check this out,” he’d hold up one of her pieces like a proud toddler with a macaroni sculpture. “This one’s called…uh…something. It’s wild. It made me cry. No cap.” People loved it.

What started as chaotic plugs turned into lowkey poetry.

“This one? Bro. She painted this after a nightmare. Said she dreamed the baby had wings. Look at the lines, man. That’s not normal talent.” His eyes would soften. Just a second too long. Just enough for people to start noticing.

@DJBigdaddyRin: “Wait, does Sanzu know this artist?”

@BajiKingTkyo76: “Why’s he always so emotional when he talks about her work?”

And finally, after three months of hinting and hiding and teasing. He cracked. It was in the middle of a video. A Q&A with Senju. Someone had asked, “What’s your favorite artist?”

Sanzu smirked. “Easy.”

Senju raised a brow. “Please don’t say Banksy just to piss people off.”

“Nah,” he said, leaning into the camera. “My favorite artist is the one who’s been painting her soul out in our living room. Who doesn’t sleep, eats pickles with whipped cream now, and…oh yeah, she’s pregnant with my kid.”

Senju’s jaw dropped. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious.” He pulled out a painting. “This one’s called ‘Heartbeat.’ It’s our baby’s first portrait.” The internet exploded. Fan pages lost it. The comment section turned into a war zone of congratulations, shock, and genuine awe. Haru felt light.

Because finally, the world saw her the way he did: brilliant, strange, burning with color. Not just the mystery artist. But his artist. And soon, the mother of his child.

For the full nine months, her paintings became the internet’s favorite miracle. No drama. No chaos. No exposés or scandals, just soft, surreal colors and honest brushstrokes that somehow resonated with everyone. People said her work felt like dreams they forgot they had, like lullabies whispered from the belly of the universe.

Every week, Sanzu would post a new one.

“This one’s called ‘Womb’s Eclipse.’ Sounds metal, right? It’s actually… emotional as shit. I almost cried again…”

Sometimes the pieces would sell before he even hit ‘post.’ Other times, he didn’t want to sell them at all. “This one’s for the baby’s room,” he’d mutter, already picking out a frame. Their walls were lined with that pregnancy, swirls of love, fear, craving.. And after their daughter was born, the momentum slowed—but the reverence didn’t. Her paintings stayed online, immortalized. People still messaged about them, tagged her in recreations, tattooed fragments on their skin.

They had made a small, strange legend out of that season of their lives.

—

Years passed.

Their daughter turned seven in the middle of spring, cherry blossoms half-dying on the sidewalks, breeze still sharp enough to cut. She had her mother’s eyes, Sanzu’s temper, and an obsession with painting that only made sense once you knew who her parents were. That afternoon, she tugged on his sleeve while he was editing a video.

“Papa.”

“What?”

“I wanna paint.”

He blinked. “What, like right now?”

She nodded. “Right now right now.”

He grinned, already shutting the laptop. “Say less.”

They dusted off the old supplies. Everything still smelled like turpentine and nostalgia. Sanzu laid out a drop cloth, filled jars with cloudy water, and pulled out a couple of the preserved canvases from The Pregnancy Era. “These,” he told her, tapping the edges, “were painted when you were in mama’s belly.” She looked up at him, blinking. “Inside?”

“Like, swimming around. Kicking her kidneys.”

“That’s weird.”

“Yeah. And beautiful. And painful. You were art even back then.” He wasn’t expecting the wave of warmth that hit him, seeing her crouch over the paints like her mom did, tilting her head, chewing on her tongue in thought. It hit him so hard, he opened his stream setup and pressed “Go Live.” No filter. No warning.

Just a raw shot of Sanzu and his daughter surrounded by paint and sun, laughing, talking over each other, blending colors without rules. Viewers flooded in immediately.

@IzanaTenjikuFund: “Shit I misclicked”

@HotRacerMikey: “She looks like both of them!”

@ManaMtsyaQueen: “THE LEGACY IS REAL”

They painted whatever came to mind. A castle. A tiger. A portrait of Baji with hearts around his head (“He’s funny,” she said. “He’s scary,” Sanzu corrected). For an hour, it was just father and daughter building color into the quiet. And then, click.

The front door opened.

She walked in, keys jingling in her hand, grocery bag slung on her wrist.

“I’m ho—” she paused in the doorway.

Paint. Everywhere. Her husband and daughter covered in streaks of blue and pink. Two canvases in progress. A livestream active. A thousand people watching.

“…You went live?”

Sanzu looked up at her like a guilty kid. “Uhhh. Yeah. Kind of?”

Their daughter waved a brush. “Mama, look! We’re painting me.”

She dropped the bag on the counter and walked over, eyes scanning the chaos. The familiar smells, the messy brushes, the wall of sunlight across the table, it all came back. Like those nine months never ended. Sanzu handed her a brush.

“C’mon,” he said. “We’re missing your color.”

And just like that, she joined them. One family, three artists, painting a new memory together, on canvas, on camera, on the walls of every person who ever watched them become more than just creators.

They became home.

[meazalykov]

secrets revealed

catarina macario x uswnt!reader headcannons

how the uswnt discovered your year long relationship with your fellow club and national teammate

for the past year, you and catarina have been dating in complete secrecy, prioritizing keeping it under wraps from the national team.

its strange, since your chelsea teammates knew about it.

however, you both decided to keep it from the american girlies for a while.

you both agreed early on that your relationship was precious and private, wanting to build it without the pressure of things.

you’d brush hands when no one was looking, but always kept it professional when cameras or fans were around.

over the last few months, you’ve started letting your guard down a little within the safe confines of the team.

you’d sit closer during film sessions, share inside jokes, and occasionally fix each other’s hair after practice, passing it off as “just teammate stuff.”

catarina would sneak you her extra water bottle with a sly wink, and you’d laugh a little too hard at her jokes, but no one seemed to catch on.

at least, not at first.

it all comes to a head one day during the summer camp before the olympics.

it is in the team lounge when trinity rodman, your best friend on the team, narrows her eyes at you during a casual hangout.

“yo, y/n, why you giving cat those bedroom eyes?”

trinity blurts out, half-teasing, half-serious, as she sprawls across the couch with a protein bar in hand.

the room goes quiet for a split second, all eyes darting between you and catarina, who’s sitting on the armrest of your chair, scrolling through her phone like she didn’t hear it.

you feel your face heat up, but instead of denying it, you lean into it, throwing an arm around catarina’s waist and pulling her closer.

“well trin, of course i’m gonna look at my girlfriend differently than you guys,”

you say with a grin, your voice steady but your heart racing.

catarina looks up from her phone, smirking, and adds,

“took you all a year to figure it out.”

to say that the team exploded would be an understatement.

the lounge erupts into chaos.

the happy chaos.

lindsey jumps up from her seat, yelling, “wait, what?!” while rose claps her hands and squeals like a kid on christmas.

“a whole year?!”

foxy shouts, tossing a pillow at you both.

“how did you keep this from us?”

trinity’s jaw drops, and she smacks your arm.

“you’re my best friend, and you didn’t tell me? i need details, y/n, now!”

amid the noise, tierna leans back in her chair, arms crossed, looking smug as hell.

"it feels good to know that I was the only one who knew,"

she says casually, sipping her coffee.

“I'd caught them kissing in the locker room showers like two months ago.”

you groan, burying your face in catarina’s shoulder, while cat laughs and says,

“you didn’t tell anyone, though, so thanks, t.”

“i’m good at secrets,”

tierna shrugs, winking at you both.

the team settles down (sort of) and starts firing questions at you and catarina, who’s now fully perched on your right leg like it’s the most natural thing.

“how’d it start?”

naeher asks, genuinely curious, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.

“it was after the away game against PSG when we still played at lyon together,”

you explain, grinning at the memory.

“we got stuck sharing a hotel room, and she made some dumb joke about my goal, and i just… kissed her.”

“and i kissed her back,”

catarina chimes in, poking your cheek.

“obviously.”

coffey pipes up next, “so all those times you two were ‘just tired’ and skipped team dinners…?”

“yep, date nights,”

catarina admits, and you laugh as soph pretends to faint onto naomi's lap.

“who’s the romantic one?”

rose asks, bouncing in her seat.

“definitely y/n,”

catarina says, squeezing your hand.

“she wrote me a whole love letter on our three-month anniversary.”

“cat’s lying...she’s the softie,”

you counter.

“she cried when i got her flowers after that acl recovery milestone.”

the vibe in the lounge is pure love.

trinity’s still fake-mad but can’t stop grinning, muttering,

“i can’t believe you hid this from me, asshole.”

sonnett chimes in with, “i knew something was up when cat started smiling at her phone all the time. i thought she was just obsessed with tiktok.”

you and catarina just soak it all in, answering questions with ease, trading playful jabs, and basking in the team’s support.

“was it hard keeping it secret?”

yohannes asks softly.

“sometimes,”

you admit, glancing at cat.

“but it was worth it to have this be just ours for a while.”

catarina nods, resting her head on your shoulder.

“plus, we’re pros at sneaking around. you all are just bad detectives...except tierna.”

masterlist

in honor of the uswnt being back at camp today!

[jvreaulcver]

HIS LITTLE LIGHT

Billie Eilish x reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None

The backyard was glowing in a soft summer haze, filled with string lights, laughter, folding chairs, and the smell of grilled corn and sunscreen. The Fourth of July was in full swing at your home, and while people wandered between the kitchen and the yard, you were firmly rooted in one spot.

Right on the edge of the porch, sitting cross-legged with your son Kai curled up in your lap.

He was wearing his tiny red Converse sneakers, his favorite “Boom! Zoom!” rocket ship shirt, and a pair of blue noise-canceling headphones covered in Lightning McQueen stickers. His soft curls peeked out from under them, and his eyes were wide as he watched other kids run across the lawn waving sparklers like magic wands.

But he didn’t move.

He just watched. Tight in your lap, his little fingers curled into your shirt.

Billie, your partner—his Mama—was across the yard talking to Finneas, but her eyes flicked back to the two of you every few seconds. Protective. Attentive.

She could feel it too: Kai was nervous.

The first firework earlier had made him jump so high in your arms you thought he’d levitate. Since then, he’d held on tighter than ever. Even now, he watched the glowing sparklers with curiosity that battled his fear.

“They don’t boom,” you whispered in his ear, gently swaying him. “Just sizzle and sparkle.”

He looked up at you with that serious, wide-eyed little-boy expression, headphones pushed up slightly so he could hear you better.

“But they hot?”

“A little, yeah. That’s why you hold the handle and Mommy or Mama helps. You’d never be alone.”

Kai frowned. “Boom-booms bad. Hurt ears.”

“I know, baby,” you said, kissing his temple. “But sparklers don’t boom. They’re quiet. And very pretty.”

He stayed quiet, fingers still resting on your collarbone like a baby monkey.

Billie came over, kneeling down beside the two of you. “Hey, Kai-man.”

He peeked at her through his lashes.

“You want me to show you one up close?” she asked. “I won’t make you touch it. Just watch.”

Kai hesitated… then nodded, slowly.

You smiled as Billie stood up and walked toward the box on the table. She grabbed a sparkler and a lighter, walking carefully back and crouching again.

“Okay. This is the stick. The shiny stuff is the magic part. You ready?”

Kai leaned closer in your lap, still hesitant.

Billie lit the tip—and fshhhhh—the sparkler crackled to life, glowing golden white with a soft fizz.

Kai gasped.

“See?” Billie said gently. “No boom. Just light.”

He stared, eyes wide, little mouth open.

“Wanna hold it with me?” Billie offered, holding out her other hand. “I’ll help. You don’t even have to hold the hot part, just down here.”

Kai turned to look at you. “You come too, Mommy?”

You nodded, heart melting. “Of course I will, baby.”

⸻

A few minutes later, you were crouched beside him, your hands guiding his tiny ones around the very bottom of a fresh sparkler. Billie knelt on the other side, lighting the tip while murmuring, “You’ve got this, big boy.”

The sparkler flared to life.

Kai flinched at first—but then…

Something changed in his face.

The sparks fizzed like fairy dust, soft and harmless, dancing in the summer air. His mouth dropped into a grin, and his eyes lit up in wonder.

“Woaaah,” he breathed.

“You’re doing it!” you laughed gently. “You’re holding a sparkler!”

“Look, Mama!” Kai squealed. “I got da light!”

Billie clutched her chest like she was physically restraining her heart from exploding. “That’s my brave boy!”

He giggled, turning slowly in a circle, waving the sparkler like a wand. You kept your hand under his the whole time, steadying him. And even as the sparkler fizzled out, Kai kept smiling.

“More?” he asked.

“You wanna do another one?” you blinked.

“Yesh! I light it ‘gain!”

You and Billie looked at each other, grinning like fools. A second sparkler was lit, then a third.

This time, Kai stood on his own—still wearing his noise-canceling headphones, still holding tightly to your hand—but glowing brighter than any light in the sky.

⸻

Later, after the fireworks show (which he watched cuddled between you and Billie on a lounge chair, wide-eyed but calm), the guests had started to trickle out, and the yard began to quiet.

You stood in the kitchen, rinsing cups, while Billie carried Kai in.

“He’s finally crashing,” she whispered, smiling as she looked down at his drowsy face.

Kai clung to Billie sleepily, his voice barely above a mumble. “Mama…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I did the light…”

“You sure did.”

“And Mommy holded me… and I did it… I brave.”

You turned from the sink just in time to see Billie get teary-eyed.

“Yeah,” Billie whispered, kissing the top of his curls. “You’re the bravest.”

Kai blinked slowly, his words slurring. “I yuv Mommy sooooooo much. She da best.”

Billie smiled at you, then looked down at him again. “She really is.”

⸻

That night, with Kai tucked between you both in bed, curled into your chest with his dinosaur tucked under one arm and his sparkler stick (now completely burnt out) clutched in the other, you whispered:

“You were so good with him tonight.”

Billie kissed your shoulder. “He just needed both of us. You’re his safe place.”

You brushed Kai’s hair from his forehead. “He’s gonna remember this forever.”

Billie smiled, looking at the quiet rise and fall of his chest. “So will I.”

You held him close, Billie curled into your side, and the stars outside your window dimmed compared to the little boy between you — who, for one beautiful night, lit up the world with something even better than fireworks.

An: Happy Fourth of July to those who celebrate!! Also one of my favorite Billie writers on here liked my fanfic let me go scream into my pillow

[authorhjk1]

Don't you think that Haewon has a face deserving of a hatefuck

I hope this answers your question.

(Disclaimer: name calling, rough face fuck, hate (fuck), something weird at the end, don't know what to call it)

Choke

(Haewon X Male Reader)

"Why the fuck did you do this? Tell me!"

You look at her, anger flowing through your vains.

It took you almost a whole month to find out that Haewon was the reason your girlfriend broke up with you. She said that Haewon told her about the one night stand the two of you once had. A meaningless night. Both of you can barely remember anything, too drunk at that time to recall your memories.

"I'm innocent!"

She yells back, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Oh please!"

You walk out of her living room, before walking right back in.

"Are you kidding me? Why did you do this?"

"I thought you already told her!"

"You thought I would tell her? That I slept with her best friend and don't even remember anything!?"

"You need to be honest in a relationship! Suffer the consequences! You have no accountability!"

"It takes two to tango, Haewon!"

You tower over her, almost screaming into her face.

"Would you let me tell your dad that you lost your innocence to a stranger in a cheap motel?!"

"Fuck you! Don't even dare!"

You stare down at her, breathing heavily.

"This mouth of yours. Why can't you just keep it shut?!"

Haewon gets on her tip toes, shoving her face into yours.

"Why don't you make me shut up, asshole?!"

Your next action wasn't planned. You didn't mean to push her so hard. You just don't like people coming too close.

With a stunned look on her face Haewon finds herself lying on her own couch.

"Yah! Did you just push me?!"

"Tell me why you told her!"

She jumps off the cushions, ready to push you back.

"Because I hate you!"

She puts her hands onto your chest, trying to shove you away. But you are too heavy and strong for her. You just feel her pressing her hands against your chest.

For a moment, you wonder why. Because of that night? Because she wanted her first time to be special?

"Stop pushing me!"

You grab both of her wrists with one hand and hold them up, making her raise her arms.

"If that's because of that night, that's on you! Just stop being a whore!"

Haewon's face twists in anger, if she had a free hand, she would've slapped the shit out of you.

"What the fuck!? How dare you? You were so small, I can barely call it sex!"

More blood rushes into your head. Your blood boils and you threaten to explode.

"I'm small? Maybe your pussy is just loose! Whore!"

"I swear to God! One more word!"

Haewon struggles against your hand.

"What are you gonna do?!"

"Fuck you! How dare you call me loose?! You are too small for any of my holes, asshole!"

"Oh really?!"

"Really!"

Haewon's eyes are wide open. They throw daggers at you, threatening to kill you.

"I bet your ass is just as loose as your pussy, slut!"

"Idiot! You're just so fucking small!"

"Maybe you stop shouting rubbish, when I stuff your slutty mouth with my cock!"

"As if! I wouldn't even feel it!"

For a only a second, the both of you stare at each other in silence. Both of you are breathing heavily.

A second later, you push Haewon again. She lands on her butt, her back pressed against the couch. Her new white rug feels soft underneath her thighs.

"I'm gonna make you choke on it!"

Your hand is still holding hers above her head.

"Don't even try! Your size is just embarrassing!"

With your free hand, you open the zipper of your pans, before letting your jeans fall to the floor.

Your bulge is only inches away from Haewon's face.

"You think this is small?"

She really seems to remember nothing at all.

Haewon growls at you, her eyes glued to your boxers.

You get rid off them too, standing in front of her half naked.

"That's nothing!"

If you weren't that angry, you would've noticed that Haewon's voice has become a little higher.

"Shut your trap, you slut."

You grab her head with your free hand. Pulling Haewon's face into your crotch, you thrust forward.

Parting her lips, you feel them glide along the length of your shaft. You hear her choke a second later.

"Is it too big for you, huh!?

Haewon glares at you as she tries her best not to suffocate.

You are confident, because you remember at least one moment from that night. It's the only one, but it's engraved into your memory.

A picture of Haewon on her knees, your cock resting on her face.

"You are fucking huge! This is never gonna fit!"

No guy would ever forget those words, especially if its a half naked Haewon that says them.

"Finally peace and quiet."

You groan, your cock deep down Haewon's throat. The young woman keeps glaring at you, but she takes your fucking like a pro. Her cute face is slowly starting to become a mess with every one of your thrusts.

First it's her spit that ruins her gorgeous image. It begins to fall out of the corners of her mouth, staining her thighs and the new rug. Some drops get on her black hoodie.

After a couple of more thrusts, her hair starts to stick to her spit covered face. To her forehead and her adorable cheeks. Tears start to form in her eyes, but she keeps glaring, not wanting to admit the obvious.

You now use both hands to pin hers behind her back and pressing her against the sofa. This way, Haewon can't move her hands and you have two free ones. With one, you grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. It hits the couch, which makes her look up a little. You adjust your stance, which gives you an even better angle.

Gag after gag echoes through her apartment. You use Haewon's mouth to blow off all the build up frustration. You take it all out on her pretty face. That your girlfriend left you, that Haewon was the reason and that she told you you are small.

The young woman feels how her throat is getting bruised. Every thrust of yours hits her like a truck. Her head is getting pushed against the couch as she is forced to look up at you.

"Not talking anymore, are we?"

You place both of your hands on either side of her cheeks and start to pull her onto your cock again.

"Why is that?"

Your thrusts make Haewon's eyes roll for a moment, before she focuses back on yours.

"Don't know what to say?"

Haewon barely manages to shake her head. It's obvious she is trying to say something, but she is unable to do so.

"Or are you admitting that I'm big?"

She tries to shake her head again, but you hold her in place, only fucking her harder.

Streaks of tears start to reach her cheeks and your hands, before they flow down to her chin. They are being mixed with her saliva, before big drops fall onto her thighs and the white fur that is her rug.

"Or rather more than just big?"

She tries to open her mouth wider, trying to speak. You use it as an invitation to thrust deeper, feeding her even more of your cock. Your tip hits the back of her throat, the feeling sending sparks along your spine.

"Admit it."

You push her head back into the couch, before forcing yourself even further. Now you are fully inside of her. Your balls grazing her spit covered chin.

"I'm the biggest you've ever had."

Haewon's eyes are glassy by now.

She tries to keep calm as she doesn't get any air at all. Your cock is stuffing her mouth and throat completely.

The two of you stay like this for a couple of moments. As if time has stopped. A silent battle. Your eyes throwing daggers at each other.

Both if you brake the stalemate at the same time.

Haewon caughs and chokes, almost forcing you out of her completely. You decide to give her a breather, pulling out your entire length.

Your cock is covered in a thick layer of her spit. Her breaths are heavy.

"What-"

She caughs again.

"What the fuck?"

You reach down, holding her chin with your hand. You squeeze a little, squishing her cheeks in the process.

"Tell me how big I am. Or I'm gonna unload all my frustration down your throat."

A sparkle you can't read glistens in her eyes.

"You are still an ass."

You can't take Haewon seriously like this. Her face a complete mess. Hair sticking to her spit stained skin, tears still slowly rolling down her cheeks.

"Are you finally giving in?"

Haewon scoffs.

"Never."

You take her head into both hands again, forcing your cock past her lips.

"I can do this all day, slut."

You start to fuck her face again. Once more, your emotions overwhelm you. Sadness, anger, frustration. All of it, you take it out on her.

After a minute or so, you feel Haewon's hands on your thighs. You didn't even catch her getting them out from between her back and the couch. Her cold fingers rest on your skin, her nails leaving small half moons. She seems to be pulling you in, but push you away at the same time. As if she is fighting herself.

"I'm gonna ruin you. The whole day."

It's only the middle of the day and you don't have any plans so far.

Haewon looks up at you. Either telling you that she has other plans already, or asking you to fuck her harder.

You keep stuffing her mouth with cock, her lips keep gliding along the length of your shaft over and over again.

You finally feel a familiar feeling.

And so does Haewon. She feels how you start to twitch inside her mouth.

"Gonna cum!"

Her nails dig even deeper into your thighs.

You groan, ramming into her as deep as you possibly can.

Rope after rope of your cum enters Haewon's body. It paints her walls and runs down her throat. Some lands on her tongue, making her take in your taste.

Haewon starts to caugh at the amount of cum you are putting into her. One gag. Another gag. It almost sounds like she is gonna throw up.

Your eyes widen in astonishment as you watch your cum slowly oozing out of her nose. Streaks of your semen leave her nostrils, heading towards her lips.

Haewon looks surprised herself. She keeps on choking, while trying to see what's going on.

It seems like she is caughing up almost all of your cum. But because your cock is sealing her mouth, your cum needs to find another way.

Thick globes of it leave Haewon's nose, staining her cute face even more.

As you calm down, you slowly pull out, still amazed at what you did to her.

"Fuck you are hot."

Haewon glares at you, scooping up some of the liquid that is building up right above her lips.

"You are still an ass."

Only now you realize how exhausting this was. You breath heavily.

"Are you giving up already? After insulting me?"

You raise an eyebrow.

"You proved that your cock is not small."

Haewon wraps her hand around your member.

"Now let me prove how tight I am."

[ageingfangirl2]

Hazbin Hotel x Child Reader Series

PART 5 - ANGEL'S TOY COLLECTION

ONE TWO THREE FOUR SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY-ONE TWENTY-TWO TWENTY-THREE TWENTY-FOUR TWENTY-FIVE TWENTY-SIX TWENTY-SEVEN TWENTY-EIGHT TWENTY-NINE THIRTY THIRTY-ONE

You were in Angel’s bedroom messing around, watching him get glammed up, asking lots of questions about his clothes and makeup while Fat Nugget sat on your lap. Angel loved the questions and the attention you were giving him, and he promised that he’d treat you to a shopping trip at the mall to get a whole new wardrobe because he didn’t think Charlie and Vaggie had any style, and he knew best. 

He was finishing his makeup when you got bored and started rooting around his room to find something else to occupy you. That’s when you come across multiple boxes hidden under his bed.

‘Angel, why do you have so many boxes? Do you have lots of things?’ you ask innocently.

Angel hums, not thinking of your question. ‘When you have money, kid, you can buy whatever you want. I have lots of nice things.’

You open a random box that seemed to have lots of weird devices, that were either metallic, plastic or felt like real flesh. You pick up a rather long flesh-textured toy and wave it around a little, noticing that it has some weight to it, and when you click a button, it starts vibrating, which makes you giggle.

Hearing you giggle, Angel stands up and walks over to you. Before he gasps loudly, panic in his voice, ‘OH MY GOD, PUT THAT DOWN!’

The moment he sees you holding it, he screeches and lunges to grab it, but you—being a playful little demon—dart out of reach, giggling, ‘KID, THAT’S NOT A TOY!’

But you’re already out the door, waving it around like a sword.

Charlie is the first to see you running down the hall.

‘Oh! What do you have the–’ She freezes. Her eyes go huge. Her face turns bright red, ‘OH MY–VAGGIE, HELP!’ 

Vaggie looks up from across the room, sees what you’re holding, and immediately rushes over, grabbing you by the shoulders, ‘Where did you get that?’

‘From Angel’s room!’ you say cheerfully, ‘What is it?’

Charlie makes a high-pitched dying tea kettle noise while Vaggie whirls around shouting, ‘ANGEL!’

From down the hall, you hear, ‘I’M COMIN’, I’M COMIN’!’

‘Not the time for puns, Angel!’ Vaggie snaps.

You run into the bar area, where Husk is mid-drink, ‘Hey, Husk! What’s this!’

He barely glances over—then chokes on his drink, slamming the glass down and immediately turning away, ‘Nope. Nope, I ain’t dealin’ with this.’

‘But—’

‘NOPE.’

He grabs a newspaper from who-knows-where and holds it up to shield his face.

Just then, Nifty appears next to you, ‘Ooooh! What’s that? It’s so wiggly!’

She’s way too interested, reaching out to grab it before Charlie physically lifts you and wrestles it out of your hands, ‘NIFTY, NO.’

‘What? I just wanna know what it does!’

Alastor appeared in the hallway, having been watching the commotion unfold. He grins widely, delighting in everyone’s horror, ‘My, my, what fascinating objects you’ve found, dear child!’

Charlie glares at him, ‘DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS.’

Alastor chuckled darkly, ‘Oh, but it’s so entertaining!’

Angel finally catches up, grabs the dildo out of Charlie’s hands, and shoves it under his coat, ‘NOBODY TALK ABOUT THIS AGAIN.’

Vaggie crosses her arms, ‘Angel. WHY was that just lying around?’

Angel shrugs, ‘I dunno! It’s a hotel! Sometimes I gotta entertain myself!’

Charlie looks like she’s about to explode.

Vaggie sighs, rubbing her temple, ‘We are NEVER talking about this again.’

Angel turns to you, wagging a finger, ‘Kid. NEVER go through my stuff again.’

You pout, ‘But you never answered my question! What was it?’

Angel groans, dragging a hand down his face, ‘When you’re older—actually, NO, NEVER. You are NEVER learning what that is.’

The aftermath of your little excursion was a mixed bag to say the least when it came to how each resident of the hotel reacted or acted after the ‘situation’ as it was now known. Charlie and Vaggie were both traumatised, hoping to never have to deal with that kind of thing again because you were too young to be interested in grown-up things. Angel made sure to triple lock every single box in his room, along with his wardrobe and dresser, paranoid at what else you might stumble across in your curiosity. Though a small part of him was amused by everyone else's reaction to his sex toy.

Niffty was still curious; she wouldn’t forget the vibrating flesh object anytime soon and couldn’t understand why no one wanted to talk about it. Maybe she could ask Alastor because he seemed wise. Husk was drinking extra hard to forget the dildo you wielded like a weapon. He knew what Angel did for a living, but right now, he didn’t want those kinds of images inside his head. Sir Pentious heard about it after the fact and was thankful not to be involved, but maybe he should come out of his workshop more often in case he missed anything else.

Alastor was thrilled and very much amused with the whole situation, from your childlike curiosity and innocence to everyone else's wild and wacky reactions. Maybe he might plant more things around the hotel to pique your curiosity because he loved a little drama, and you, since arriving, were proving to be quite the entertainer. While you remained blissfully clueless and a little pouty that no one answered your questions, why did grownups have so many secrets kids couldn’t know about?

[moondustbaby]

Sunlight Torture and Other Love Languages

Bsf!Rafe x Bsf!Reader

summary: You show up to Rafe’s room before 8 a.m., mascara-smudged, heart heavy, and in desperate need of the one person who’s always made you feel safe. Too bad there’s a half-naked stranger tangled in his sheets. But that’s never stopped you before—and it won’t today. A soft, complicated, best-friends-since-forever kind of morning.

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It’s barely 8 a.m. on a Sunday when I let myself into the Cameron house without knocking. I don’t care that I probably look like a disaster—hoodie half-zipped, slippers on, mascara smudged from crying through a 2 a.m. spiral about my parents that I can’t even fully explain. I just need Rafe.

And I already know where he’ll be.

Up the stairs, down the hall, second door on the left. Same as it’s always been.

I push open his door and step into the dim, stuffy room. There’s the soft, unmistakable sound of sleep breathing, and when my eyes adjust, I spot her. Some girl, naked and tangled in Rafe’s sheets, half-sprawled across his chest like a warm prop. Both of them are knocked out, dead to the world.

I don’t flinch. I don’t hesitate.

I march straight over to the window and yank the curtains wide open.

The sunlight explodes into the room like a spotlight. The girl jolts upright with a startled gasp, grabbing at the blanket to cover herself. Rafe groans, throwing an arm over his eyes like it’s any other morning.

“What the fuck—?” the girl snaps, blinking against the light as she scrambles to sit up, dazed and hungover.

“You should go,” I say calmly, like I’m reading off a script. “Thanks for playing.”

She’s still blinking as she tries to figure out what’s going on, grabbing clothes off the floor and fumbling into them. She doesn’t even ask who I am until her shirt’s halfway over her head.

“Is this your girlfriend?” she mutters, like she already knows the answer but wants the satisfaction of hearing it.

“No,” I say at the same time Rafe mumbles from under his arm, “Yeah, no. She’s just—my best friend.”

Her stare lingers on me a little too long. Like she wants to argue, but knows she’s already lost. She gathers the rest of her stuff without another word and leaves in a blur of irritation and smudged eyeliner.

I shut the door behind her.

Rafe’s still barely awake, shirtless under the blankets, just in boxers. He shifts lazily, squinting at me. “You really had to go full sunlight torture?”

“You were asleep. I needed you awake.”

“You couldn’t text first?”

“You didn’t text me first last night when you ditched our group to go hook up with whatever-her-name-was,” I say, already pulling off my hoodie and crawling into his bed like it’s mine. “So.”

He sighs, scooting over automatically, lifting the blanket so I can climb under. “Fair.”

I settle beside him, tucking myself into his warmth, trying to ignore the scent of someone else’s perfume still lingering in his sheets. But his arm finds its usual place around my waist, and just like always, I feel better the second he touches me.

“You okay?” he asks, quieter now.

“No.”

He waits.

“It’s my parents. Same old bullshit. They’re fighting again. And I know it’s dumb, and I know I’m being dramatic, but it just—it gets in my chest and I hate being there alone.”

His fingers move slow and steady against my side. “You’re not dumb.”

“I kicked a girl out of your bed and climbed in like it was mine.”

“It kinda is.”

My breath catches, but I don’t say anything. Just stare at the ceiling.

“I hate that I’m used to this,” I whisper.

“To what?”

“To feeling like I’m the only one holding everything together.”

His hand squeezes lightly at my hip. “You don’t have to hold anything today.”

And he means it. In the way only he can.

We don’t talk much after that. I just let myself sink into him, like I have since we were kids, pretending everything in the world could be fine as long as I had him next to me.

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a/n: this has been in my drafts for a whileeeee. no thoughts just sunlight torture, casual girlbossing a hookup out of bed, and then climbing in like the lifelong menace you are. anyway. this one is for the girlies who cope by being delulu and dramatic before 9 a.m. love you.

♥️ lani

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[gojoscloset]

Slight NSFW

Thinking about writing full pieces of things boys do that make me feral but with JJK!?? Like Oh nothing, just mundane things the JJK Boys do that give you baby fever

Like Choso and the fake phone

Choso picked up the plastic phone that was handed to him and placed it to his ear. You watched him crouch to the height of the child who handed the phone to him and he proceeded to have a fake conversation.

“Hello? No I’m not busy…”

he spoke pretending to look around as he did, making the child laugh and clap his hands in joy. You couldn’t help but watch and look at him like he just grew another head. Your usual nonchalant, aloof boyfriend was now crouched down, making a random child burst into laughter with whatever he was saying to him.

Choso handed the phone back to the child and he ran back to his parents who called for him not long after. He waved at Choso and Choso waved back, giving him a small smile and a nod at the parents. He turned to you, expression slowly going back to his normal bored one.

“What….?” He questioned, you hadn’t said a word throughout his entire interaction. But how could you when all you wanted to do was have him take you home and breed you back to back to back until the two of you had a football team of kids running around the house.

“Nothing… but I need to talk to you when we get to the car”

Or Like Satoru and the teacup

You and Satoru were waiting in line at the checkout when a small girl in front of both of you reached out her tiny hand holding an even tinier teacup towards Satoru.

“Would you like some?” She asked softly that you almost couldn’t hear her, but Satoru did and immediately he perked up “I would love some!” He grabbed the cup, it looked so small in his large hand you had to stop yourself from laughing.

She ‘poured’ into the cup and Satoru dramatically slurped and sipped followed by a dramatic ‘Ahhh’

“Yummm, that was delicious!” He looked down at the Girl and bent over some, holding the cup near the tea pot. “May I have some more Please?”

Your ovaries could explode at the sight.

She giggled and nodded while proceeding to pour him another cup, again he sipped and thanked her for the tea. The girl's mother who was on the phone, oblivious to it all up until now, called her. Satoru returned the

Cup and wiped his mouth to rid his lips of the ‘tea’.

“Thanks for the tea!” He waved happily and turned to you, you were unknowingly giving him bedroom eyes.

“Ahhh I know that look.” He snaked his arm around your waist and placed a kiss on your temple.

“Well talk about it when we get home” he whispered and gently squeezed your hip.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It’s ovulation time as you can see

I’m thinking about turning these into actually pieces as well with Heavy Smut implications *wink wonk*

But I have a lot of unfinished stuff to work on !

Idk what to do LOLOLOL )^:

[miryum]

"The Stakeout"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

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“Did you leave the precinct last night?” Jason set a mug of coffee next to Y/n’s desk. 

“The internet’s out at my apartment. The neighbour I’m leeching off turned it off for a couple days to teach their kids a lesson and this is the only place I can watch Bluey.”

“The kids show?” Jason raised a brow. 

Tim gasped and raced to Y/n’s computer. “I love Bluey!”

“Of course,” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you dare scoff at the majesty that is Bluey!” Y/n pressed a dramatic hand to her chest. “Clearly, you haven’t seen its brilliance. Sit down, baby Jay. You’re gonna love this.”

Both Tim and Jason crowded around the screen. Y/n pressed the keyboard and the iconic intro music played. Tim hummed along and Jason stared longingly at his book.

He hardly registered when the unicorn came on screen. “Children,” Tim and Y/n murmured with the unicorn.

The unicorn was spoiling a book about a princess and shoes. Jason wasn’t really paying attention. He could be reviewing files or reading books or bothering Damian. All valuable uses of his time.

“Wait, did you quote John Mulaney?” Jason realised. 

“Baby Jay? Yeah.” Y/n shushed him, “now watch this cinematic masterpiece.” 

“It’s a goddamn kid show. Any adult that watches this voluntarily needs therapy.”

“Yeah, I thought that was obvious,” Tim peered at him. “You’ve known us for more than four years. You hadn’t deduced that already?” 

“Touche.” 

“She calls herself The Queen of Crime,” Dick announced to the briefing room. “Or more well-known as Harley Quinn. She and her wife have broken into, set fire, exploded, and murdered more people and places than I can count.”

Y/n gasped. “Oh my gosh, gay crime queens? Do you think they would adopt me?”

“L/n, you would be an accomplice.” Tim frowned at his friend. 

“I would go to jail for my criminal moms.” 

“Anyway,” Dick rolled his eyes, a smile creeping at his mouth. “L/n and Todd will be staking out a place we’ve seen Quinn and Isley frequent. Cain will be their contact. Drake and Brown, I have another assignment for you that involves a murder.” 

“A murder?” Y/n whined. “No fair! How come I’m stuck with Todd and Steph gets a murder?” 

“I’m just better than you,” Stephanie shrugged. Y/n glowered at her. 

“I’m sure you’ll make the stakeout incredibly frustrating and boring,” Jason patted Y/n’s arm from his seat next to her. 

“Frustrating and boring: Title of your sex tape,” Y/n muttered, crossing her arms. “Dickie, you can’t expect me to live with Todd for three days! He won’t even do anything! He’ll just read and… I don’t know, what other nerdy things do you do?”

“Nerdy?” Jason shot back, “Says the person who references every TV show known to man!”

“Just so everyone knows,” Y/n raised a finger up. “The obsession this week is the Barbie movie.”

“Amen,” Steph clapped Y/n’s hand in a high-five. 

Cass fistbumped her. “Margot Robbie is a goddess amongst men.”

“Speaking of goddesses: Julie Andrews.” Y/n said. Steph hummed in agreement. “Princess Diaries marathon this weekend?”

“Y/n,” Dick interrupted. “You’ll be on a stakeout with Jason.”

“You think that will stop me?”

“No,” Dick admitted. “But... we‘re done. Everybody just go back to work.”

“You remind me of the Hulk.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jason looked away from the camera that was perched in the windowsill.

“You remind me of the Hulk,” Y/n repeated from her seat on a beanbag chair. She grabbed some goldfish and popped them in her mouth. The apartment where the stakeout was taking place was small and decrepit. When Y/n had first seen it, she’d said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t wanna get tetanus.” Jason had locked the door before she could escape. (“If you wanted me alone, Jay, you could’ve just asked.”)

“How so?” Jason fought the urge to roll his eyes before turning back to stare out the grime-covered window.

“Well, first off, you’re fricking huge, but also a nerd.”

“Yeah, but I’m not a destructive green monster.” 

“I don’t know what you do outside of work.” Y/n shrugged. “But seriously, my dude. You need to stop working out. You’re making the rest of us look bad.” She reached over and poked Jason in the bicep.

“Are you flirting with me?” Jason smirked.

Y/n huffed and said, “you wish, Todd.” Thankfully, the walkie talkie crackled to life. “Talk to me, Goose,” Y/n snickered into the walkie talkie. 

Cass replied, “Maverick, we’re getting intel that Quinn and Isley are headed your way.”

“Thanks, man. Iceman’s keeping a watchout.”

“Iceman?!” Jason scoffed. “What makes me Iceman?!”

“Because you’re all stoic and impassive and eventually, you fall in love with me,” Y/n explained.

“I don’t remember Iceman and Maverick’s romance,” Cass’s voice was staticy and Jason was surprised she was still listening. 

“Come on,” Y/n’s eyebrows rose incredulously. “We could all feel the tension.” Cass hummed in acquiescence.

“L/n,” Jason shushed. “They’re here.” Y/n immediately quieted and turned off the walkie talkie. She went to sit next to Jason, making sure the camera was effectively hidden behind a screen. Outside, the pair could see a large truck pull up to the warehouse across the street. Out jumped Harley Quinn, her pigtails bouncing as she whistled. She skipped around the semi-truck and opened the door for her wife, Pamela Isley. Isley gave Quinn a kiss on the cheek and Y/n let out an ‘aw!’ Jason rolled his eyes and said, “just because they’re lesbians doesn’t mean they’re cute. They’ve committed many crimes.” 

“Being lesbians automatically makes them adorable and exempts them from all their crimes.”

Jason shushed her again and started taking pictures, the camera softly clicking away. Quinn opened the back of the semi and Isley pulled open the doors of the warehouse. Cheerfully, Quinn stacked boxes for Isley to roll away on a dolly. 

“What’s in the boxes?” Y/n wondered. 

“Do you think we’d be here if I knew?” Y/n glared at Jason’s response. 

Minutes passed, silent only for the snaps of the camera. Quinn and Isley continued to unload the truck and by the way they were piling them in the front of the warehouse, Y/n guessed that they were either moving the boxes soon or the warehouse was already filled. It wasn’t long before Isley slammed the truck door shut and blew a kiss to her wife. Quinn waved dramatically as Isley started the truck, leaving Quinn behind to man the warehouse. 

“Are we good?” Y/n asked. “Did we get all the pictures? Can we return to civilization and its cleaning supplies?”

“The apartment isn't that bad,” Jason said. “And no, we have to wait to see what Quinn’s doing.” Y/n groaned loudly and flopped over on her beanbag. “I figured this would happen,” Jason began to dig around his bag. “So I came prepared.” He pulled out some paper and pens and threw them at Y/n. “Draw me a picture or write me a story.” 

Y/n frowned at him. “What do you think I am? Five?” Jason shot her a knowing look and she muttered, “yeah, okay. That’s a pretty good idea.” Y/n sat down on the ground, mumbling about blastomycosis and mold poisoning. Jason silently wondered how she knew so much about diseases. Sitting back on her beanbag, Y/n uncapped a pen and started drawing. Or writing. Jason wasn’t really sure. He was more preoccupied with the case. 

After fifteen minutes, (Jason had hoped it would distract her for longer,) Y/n proudly showed Jason her drawing. “I even wrote a story to go with it!” She presented another piece of paper, filled with her scribbly handwriting. 

“What’s it about?” Jason asked, eyes slowly turning away from the camera and towards Y/n. 

“It’s a tragic love story between a marshmallow and a cup of hot chocolate who can never be together because the hot chocolate would melt the marshmallow, but the marshmallow stayed with the hot chocolate, even though it was slowly dying, because it loved the hot chocolate.” Y/n taped her picture and story up on the wall.

“Shakespeare would be put to shame,” Jason said after a moment of processing. Y/n nodded along. “Romeo and Juliet, who?” 

Y/n gasped softly. “Oh my gosh, I think I love you.”

“I thought that was already established,” Cass’s voice came through the walkie talkie. 

Y/n quickly pressed the button. “You’re still there?” 

“L/n, this is an open police line.” Cass was rubbing her temples. “We need to be in constant contact with you.”

Jason snagged the walkie talkie away from Y/n and updated Cass. “Quinn’s still at the warehouse. L/n and I request to prolong our stay to keep tabs on her.” 

“Wait, we could still leave?!” 

“I’ll ask Wayne,” Cass said. “Stay sharp.” The line crackled and went silent. 

“Todd, why are we staying later than needed?” Y/n whined. “We could be back at the precinct right now.”

“Because this would be a big bust for us. If we shut down the Crime Queen’s operation, and maybe even catch one, that’d be a major operation off of the street.” He looked back at the detective. “Come on, Y/n. Think about it.” 

Y/n grumbled, but relented. “Fine.” She went back to scribbling on the paper, angrily huffing out profanities every now and then and asking Jason how to spell certain words. (“How the hell do you not know how to spell equipment?” “It’s a hard word!”)

“Cass, I’m transferring some pictures to you,” Jason spoke into the walkie talkie, sometime around ten fifteen at night. “I’m not seeing any activity right now, but I’ll keep you updated.”

“We’ll keep you updated,” Y/n corrected. “We’re a team, remember, Todd?” 

“You’re right,” Jason looked back at her. “I’m sorry. We’ll keep you updated.” He flipped off the walkie talkie and said, “if we’re a team, then do you want to take a turn at the camera?”

Y/n scrunched her nose. “Nah. I’ll just wait until you pass out from exhaustion to take my shift.”

“Thanks,” he said dryly. “Really helpful.” 

“I know.”

It was late the next morning and Y/n was sitting dutifully by the window, letting Jason snore on the beanbag. She had the movie Deadpool on in the background, occasionally quoting things alongside Wade Wilson. “A fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break! That’s like… sixteen walls,” she mumbled, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket she had stolen off of Jason. A loud honking lifted her from the edges of sleep and Y/n bolted upright, cursing. A sleek, black limo pulled in front of the warehouse and Y/n immediately radioed in to Cass. “Hey, Goose, we have a situation.” 

“What is it, Maverick?” Cass yawned, still following along with Y/n references.

“A black limo, licence plate…” Y/n took dozens of pictures. “PNGIN, just pulled into the lot. Sending evidence now.” She opened the precinct laptop Jason had packed and uploaded the photos. “I might need backup if an exchange is going down.” 

“Copy that,” Cass said. 

From the limo stepped a pudgy man in a three-piece suit with a large tophat. Y/n had to refrain herself from commenting on his appearance. “Jay, get up! Get up!” She kicked the beanbag chair and Jason awoke with a start, mumbling things about interrupting his sleep. “Oh my god, is that…” Y/n squinted through the camera lens, pressing the ‘talk’ button on the walkie talkie. “Cass! It’s Cobblepot! Cobblepot’s meeting up with Quinn!”

“-at?” It sounded like Cass said ‘what?’ but only clicked her button during the last half, surprise evident in her voice. “Lemme get Dick. And Wayne.” She added the Captain as if on second thought. 

After a tense minute where Y/n had to kick Jason again, Dick came on the radio. “L/n, report,” he commanded.

“Cobblepot’s meeting up with Quinn. I’ve sent the photos. I’m requesting a soft backup. Let me see what’s going on, but I want officers on hand. We could stop something big here, Sarge.”

“Copy that. You’ll get your officers. Where do you want them?”

“A half a block away,” she said. “And Dick? I need ‘em now. I don’t know what’s going on, but Quinn’s coming out to meet Cobblepot.”

Cass’s voice returned. “Y/n, Dick’s going to lead the officers himself. His ETA should be about ten minutes. Sit tight.”

“Will do, as soon as Todd WAKES UP!” Y/n kicked Jason in the shin, earning a loud “ow!”

“I’m up!” Jason shot up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “What?”

“Fucking Cobblepot! You’re about to sleep through our bust! Bitch,” she clicked her tongue, ”wake up!”

“Cobblepot?” Jason said blearily. He raced the window, squinting down at the scene below. “Holy…”

“I know!” Y/n punched Jason on the shoulder excitedly. He flinched away from her, acting as if it had hurt. 

Y/n snapped pictures as Jason took over the computer, typing a report. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Cass said, “Backup’s here, just in case.”

“Thanks, Cain,” Jason said, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Quinn’s taking Cobblepot into the warehouse,” Y/n reported. “But I can’t see… do we have any footage of the interior?” 

“Would we be here if we had access inside?” Jason groaned. 

“Now I see why people avoid you in the morning,” Y/n grumbled back, shooting Jason a warning glare. She shoved a cereal box towards the man and Jason angrily shoved some food into his mouth. “Now you won’t be so fucking cranky,” she muttered.

“Stop fighting!” Cass demanded, “what do you see?”

“Nothing! Other than Cobblepot’s men standing ominously by his limo.” Y/n asked, “how come we don’t have limos? That would be so much cooler.”

Cobblepot stepped out of the warehouse, Quinn trailing behind him. He gestured to his men and a couple of them started loading boxes into the trunk of the limo. “We’ve got movement!” Y/n shouted into the walkie talkie. “If we’re going to arrest them, it’s gotta be now! We won’t get Isley, and she’ll probably break Quinn out of prison, but at least we’ll get Cobblepot.” 

“You’re just soft for your crime moms,” Jason exhaled sharply. 

Dick’s voice was hardly understandable through the radio, but Y/n and Jason watched from the window as Dick and his team surrounded Quinn and Cobblepot and his men. “I feel like we should help,” Jason mumbled.

“Do you have a zipline?” Y/n asked out of the blue.

“No… why?” Jason seemed hesitant to answer, concerned about the answer. 

“Dang it,” Y/n shook her head. “It would’ve been easy for us to join the fight if we could just zipline down there. It’d look so cool, too!” She mimed shooting down a zipline and fighting all the bad guys off. Jason chuckled. 

Dick eventually managed to apprehend Cobblepot and Quinn, the latter who threw a wink right to the window where Y/n and Jason sat. Y/n gasped and threw open the window, sticking her head out. “Hi!” she shouted down to the apprehended criminals. “Oh my gosh, you’re Harley Quinn! I’m a huge fan!”

“Hey!” Harley Quinn waved back before Dick handcuffed her. “Aren’t you just a sweetie pie?! Were you the one spying on us since Tuesday?” Her thick Brooklyn accent shouted up to the detectives.

“Yeah! That was me!” Y/n grinned. “I love you and your wife! Can you adopt me?”

“Oh, honey, we would love to!” Harley called. “But unfortunately, I may be going to jail.” She pouted sadly and then grinned hopefully. “Think you can do anything about that, sugar?”

Y/n frowned and said, “unfortunately, no I can’t, adopted mom. But, I can promise to turn the other cheek when my other adopted mom breaks you out.”

“Deal!” Harley winked again and said, “send me the adoption papers and I’ll sign anything.”

“I love you!” Y/n shouted as Dick shoved Quinn into the back of his police car, rolling his eyes. 

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Jason joined Y/n leaning on the windowsill, gazing over at her. 

“Nope.”