#i think this is gonna flop but whatever whatever sighs sadly

[mari-art-archieve]

I depend on you

[the-bar-sinister]

Bound but at a Distance (1454 words) by thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 1/1 Additional Tags: Family Feels, Family Drama, Family Secrets, Post-Canon, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

The secret comes out.

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September 29, 2028– 1:30 pm

It would have been a typical lazy Saturday at the Wright Anything Agency, except that everyone was getting ready for a wedding tomorrow that Trucy, sadly, didn't have an invitation to. Athena was out with Maya and Ema shopping for dresses, and Trucy had the run of the office with her daddy.

“I can’t believe I wasn’t invited to that wedding, daddy.” Trucy was complaining for the fourth time that morning as she flipped through the office mail. She’d pouted when she slumped in for breakfast. She’d sniffled when Maya, Athena and Ema headed out. She’d stomped through her practice routine.

She was understandably, in her own opinion, pretty upset that she was the only one getting left out of the stupid Sprocket Airship Wedding part three.

"Sorry, kiddo," Phoenix murmured as he looked over he shoulder at the letters in the inbox. "I tried, but all I got was the invite and the plus one. It's gonna be a boring party anyway– they're on the third one after all."

“But this is the first one where they don’t got an evil butler stinking the whole thing up!” Trucy flopped onto her back with a whine. “It’s got an airship, daddy! An Airship! They coulda had me an’ the bunnies do a show a mile in the air or something!”

"I already gave them your card, Trucy," he chuckled, patting her on the shoulder. "Who knows, maybe they'll call you for wedding number four. Hey– any mail from Apollo, today?"

“How many weddings can she possibly have? Save some for the rest of us, jeeze.” Trucy grumbled. She flipped through the last of the mail hopefully, and she bit her lip. “I dunno…nothin’ yet…“he’s been sending less and less lately.” 

Phoenix sighed. "He sure has, huh? Starting to feel like he's on the moon…"

Trucy’s sour feelings about not being invited to the wedding were small in comparison to the turmoil that roiled inside her when Apollo Justice was brought up. It’d been months now that he’d been gone, had promised to write, and that he’d still be a part of their lives even if he was staying in the mountains far away.

It’d been several weeks since she’d even gotten a letter. It was like he was vanishing before her eyes, and eventually it’d be months or even years, or long enough that she couldn’t remember his face. Just like with her original daddy, or her mother.

“...he might as well be,” she muttered as her shoulders started to shake. 

Phoenix put his arms around her daughter's shaking shoulders. "Hey… hey, Trucy, it's alright. He's not going to be gone forever."

Trucy sniffed, and wiped at her eyes, surprised to find that she’d already started to cry. “He’s gonna forget about us, daddy.” 

"No way, Trucy," Phoenix shook his head. "There's no way he could, you know?"

His hand searched for the tissue box on the desk, and pulled a few out, offering them to her.

Trucy snatched the tissues and pressed the whole bundle to her face. 

“He super could, daddy! I mean…I mean…he’s got a whole new life there with family an’ everything.” She sniffed. “Why’d he wanna think about us? We messed up his law career…made him clean toilets…I shoulda been nicer and not dragged into my sh-shows!” 

He stood there with his hand on her back for a long moment, and took a deep breath. "It's not like that, Trucy. Apollo… has family here too."

“N-nuh uh, daddy!” Trucy wiped her eyes with a loud sniffle. “we woulda known if he did!” 

He passed her another tissue and hesitated. "Trucy, there's something I need to tell you. I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I didn't have permission."

Trucy took the tissue with a puzzled frown as she tried to wipe her eyes and nose. 

“W…what kinda thing, Daddy?” She tilted her head to the side , and her eyes focused instinctively. Whatever this was…she didn’t want to have to catch her adopted father in a lie. 

"When I say Apollo has family here…" He began slowly. She could see how tense he'd become. "I mean you, Trucy."

Her eyes traced over him…she didn’t see any nervous twitch or tell aside from the tension, and she felt her own body tense in surprise as she took a sharp intake of breath.

“W-w-w…what?”  He had to have still been joking, even if she didn’t register a single lie. Sure, there’d been clues…they’d always been so much alike, after all. They even had the same funny little cowlicks…but, lots of people did.

It was common. 

Her daddy held her shoulder gently, but firmly, and took a breath. "He's your brother, Trucy. Your half brother."

“......” Trucy’s brow furrowed, before she felt tears burning at the back of her eyes again. “he’s…he’s…he’s my half brother? W-whatta you mean? Daddy didn’t have any other kids!” 

"Your mother did."

“....” Trucy’s world was spinning around her as her tears brimmed in the corner of her eyes. “Mommy had another kid…and it was frickin’ APOLLO JUSTICE, Daddy??? And you KNEW?” 

HIs hands flew up in defense. "Hey, hey, hey! I was sworn to secrecy, kiddo!"

“By WHO!!! Mommy’s DEAD and it’s not like Uncle Valant would care!” She pressed her hands to her face. “was it daddy? Before he got killed? Was it Apollo? Did Apollo know?? “

"Apollo doesn't know," Phoenix said. He rubbed his hands together anxiously for a moment, and then he slowly put his hands on her shoulders. "And it was your mother, Trucy. She isn't dead."

Trucy’s entire world was shaking around her. The fundamental truths of her life surrounding the many secrets and magic tricks that made up her past. ’Your mother was killed in a magic accident’ and ‘your father left you because he had to vanish after the trauma of her death and Magnifi’s grand inheritance scheme’ and ‘you have no family left except the family you made’...

They were all pulled away in one of the weirdest magic acts of her life.

“.....momma isn’t…dead…?” 

"She's not dead," he repeated. "You've met her. She swore me to secrecy."

Trucy sniffed again. 

“You’re kidding me…it…it…” she rubbed at her eyes. “It’s someone I know??”

"Kind of," Phoenix murmured. He squeezed her shoulders again, holding her close. "It's Lamiroir, Trucy. She's your and Apollo's mother. It's.. a long story."

“....Lamiroir” Trucy repeated dully. “Famous songstress Lamiroir…who sent me flowers for my big show. And she swore you to secrecy because Justitia forbid me and Apollo know we’re brother and sister.” 

She fell against her father with a squeaky, tear-muffled wail.

"Oh, kiddo…" Phoenix held her tightly, scooping her hat off her head, and leaning his cheek against her hair. "I wanted her to tell you both right away."

Trucy tried to respond, but she hiccuped and choked on her tears and held him tighter.

“B-but…but if I’d known I…he…we..” she stammered out with a wail. “I joked about marrying him to Mr. Dhurke! We PROBABLY shoulda known before that, huh?? And n-now my only brother in the world is gonna forget about me in the m-mountains, thinking I’m just an an-an…annoying co-worker!!!” 

Phoenix squeezed her. "Truce– honey, I don't think Apollo thinks of you as just an annoying coworker. Not at all. I would have told him before he left, but I only just got permission to say anything. We'll write him a letter, okay?"

“A letter??” Trucy thumped her fists against his shoulder, “daddy a letter’s not gonna cut it!!” 

He winced, and ran his fingers through her hair. "A phone call, then. Okay? Next time we can get ahold of him."

Trucy sobbed into his shoulder. “...Geeze…my brother. My-...my big brother Apollo…and momma too? I…I think I’m gonna pass out.” 

"Try to stay conscious, okay, bug?" He held her tightly. "I know it's a big shock. I'll get ahold of your mom soon and you two can have a long talk. She owes you, big time."

“Y-you can say that again!!!” Trucy sniffled. “every family I’ve ever had has vanished on me, daddy! And …and Momma owes me BIG TIME for this.”

"She sure does," he nodded. "But hey– you know I'm not going to vanish on you, right, Trucy? Not ever."

Trucy sobbed into his shoulder. 

“Y-you better not, daddy.” Her heart sank just thinking about it, and she couldn’t stop the tears anymore. “Please don’t, ever. No matter what.” 

Phoenix pulled her tight and held her while she cried. "I promise, kiddo. I promise."

[ddejavvu]

I would like to order the sorbet for Eddie Munson and I. With a side of friends to lovers and some hurt/ comfort if possible? (A little specific but something where the reader is rejected by a boy and she’s upset and Eddie’s there for her?) sorry if it’s too much! Do whatever you please if so!

you are formally invited to ddejavvu's 10K dinner party, now serving second entrées

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As soon as he opens the door to his trailer, his eyes catch yours. He sees their red tint, notices how puffy they've become, and his heart drops. His eyes widen and he rushes towards you, tugging you into a much-needed hug.

"What did he- he say something?" Eddie babbles over your shoulder, focusing more on squeezing you tight than getting his words out right, "Left you with the bill?"

"No," You sniffle miserably, "No-show."

Eddie curses over your shoulder, "How could he ditch a pretty thing like you?"

"Don't," You whimper, eyes stinging with tears as you bury your face in his shoulder, "Please let me stay."

"'Course you can," Eddie breaks away but grabs your hand, leading you into his trailer, "Uh- Sorry, things are a bit messy tonight."

And he's right. You don't think you've ever seen this much booze in one place, but bottles are lined on his side table like he thinks he'll never drink again.

"God," You wipe your nose on the back of your hand, too distraught to care, "What happened here?"

"I was having a pity party," Eddie smiles sadly at you, though some of the dread in his chest at the idea of you dating someone else has dissipated now that you've come to him for comfort, "'Missed out on a sleepover with my best girl."

"Eddie," You groan, a small smile on your face, "You're so dramatic. We were gonna hang tomorrow anyways!"

"Not good enough!" He flops onto his bed with a dramatic huff, flinging the back of his hand over his forehead, "My fair maiden hath abandoned me, therefore I drown my sorrows in liquor of the finest variety."

"Yeah, real fine," You scoff at the gas station-bought beer on his nightstand, "Well scoot over so your fair maiden can sit down, Eds." You poke and prod at him so that he scooches to one side of the bed, and once he sits up your head comes to lay on his shoulder, a content sigh escaping your mouth. You glance at the stack of books on his side table "'Will you read to me?"

"Pass it here." He points towards the second Lord of the Rings book that's on the top of the stack, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, "I'll do the voices just for you, babe."

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 9: i missed you.. say it back

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

masterlist

"klaus?" y/n stepped upstairs, hoping he was home. she was worried after he disappeared but was relieved to feel him now. she wandered through the house, looking around for him. she called out as she walked.

finally, she caught sight of him in the bathtub. he looked distressed, eyes blown wide and flickering around in fear. with quicker steps she knelt beside the bath, reaching out and shaking his arm. "klaus?" she called but he didn't seem to hear her.

"klaus?!" she shouted, worried. he shot up, shaking. "hey, hey, are you alright?" she placed her hand gently on his shoulder, speaking softly so as not to startle him. he breathed heavily before staring blankly at her for a moment, eyes teary.

"klaus? what happened to you?" she slowly moved to take his hands, examining them. she frowned at the blood and dirt adorning them. where had he been?

klaus didn't answer her question for a while, instead sobbing quietly, leaning back in the tub. he looked broken, it was the worst she had ever seen her brother in his life. she could practically see his heart torn to shreds in his chest. not wanting to worsen his mood she reached for some soap and a cloth, letting go of his hands for a moment. she moved back to sit beside him. she took his left hand first, softly wiping away the blood and dirt. 

neither of them spoke for a while, both just enjoying the others presence. 

"i was worried" she eventually broke the silence, voice almost a whisper, "i couldn't feel your soul and i thought.. i thought we lost you"  there was a pause, "where did you go?"

klaus frowned, looking up at her now, eyes still glassy with emotion. "i met someone" he slowly begun, "i time travelled, back to 1968 in vietnam.. i fought in a war" he chuckled bitterly, "he was.. beautiful, i loved him- i love him more than myself.. we spent almost a year together before.. " he begun to choke up, eyes filling with fresh tears.

"hey, hey, it's okay" y/n reached a hand up, caressing his hair. she shifted so that she sat on the side of the bath and he could lean his head against her hip while she continued to thoroughly clean his hands. "i'm sure he was lovely. probably sweet and he'd have to be able to keep up with you" she gently teased, poking his wrist. he laughed feebly, nodding against her side.

"he was so sweet. very handsome, he was so supportive.." 

"he sounds perfect for you" y/n smiled sadly, wishing she could have done something to bring him back for klaus.

"he was perfect" klaus sighed shakily, whispering quietly. y/n didn't want him to spiral, he was probably hurting a lot right now. so, she continued talking, anything to help ease his pain. she knew it wasn't much in comparison but she couldn't just let him hurt. 

"i'm sure he would have done well at a family dinner" she joked, hoping to direct the conversation elsewhere. klaus laughed a bit louder, imagining him interacting with their family.

"oh, he'd be so intimidated" she smiled, "you'd all probably scare him off"

y/n gasped in mock offence, "i would not! i'd be very nice, thank you very much!"

"hm, i'm sure you would. i can't say the same for diego and luther though" klaus hummed, much more at ease now.

"what about five? he'd be so grumpy" y/n teased her brother and klaus chuckled too, "that's if he even showed up though" 

"the little gremlin, probably wouldn't even acknowledge us" 

"gremlin?" y/n snorted, "i suppose he always has been, huh? i have to say, he's a lot worse now than he was"

"now?" klaus raised his eyebrows, pulling back to look at her. he thought about it for a moment, "he's not too bad i guess, just doesn't want to ask for our help" 

"we never really talked much so i can't accurately comment on when we were younger but he's definitely a solo rider now" she nodded, 

"what about me?" klaus gave a small grin, 

"what about you?" she hummed, amused.

klaus rested back against her, "how have i changed?"

"you didn't change that much, i suppose" she paused her movements with the wash cloth, thinking about it. "i think you've matured though, you've been through a lot, we all have and we've all done it alone.. i guess that's just made us all grow up a bit more.. depressed then we should've. you're still the same though, you're still funny, you make me laugh, you're still drug obsessed.. you should stop but i know you probably won't.." she gently resumed washing the blood away. "you're familiar, i guess.. i really did miss you, you know?" 

klaus smiled, although it looked a sadder than before. "i know, little sis. i missed you too.. sometimes i wish i had taken you with me when i left but i knew i couldn't.. i'm sorry i left you all alone"

"mm, well.. it's okay, while i was lonely i'm glad you all found your own lives" she shrugged it off, calmly. she dropped his arm now, standing up. "now, come on, the water's probably cold by now" 

"hey.. little sis" klaus made her stop and pause for a moment. "i lied to you.. when we were younger"

"what do you mean?" she frowned,

"about ben.. he was there, he's always been there" klaus looked down, "i should have told you when you asked but i.. i was scared dad would realise i wasn't completely hopeless or some crap like that"

"no, no, i get it.. sort of" she smiled, "i lied to everyone as well"

they shared a soft look, both really having missed each other.

she then turned to wash the cloth in the sink while klaus got out, he pulled the plug and took a towel with him to his room. while she washed the cloth he dried off and got dressed. she looked up as she heard footsteps. using her powers she knew it was five. he stood in the doorway to klaus' room, looking at the bloody hand prints on the bathtub and the red trail that lead to his room.

he slowly walked into the room as klaus pulled a shirt on. he knocked softly,

"you okay?"

"yeah.. just uh long night" klaus shrugged it off, shirt hanging on his arms. noticing that he begun to pull it over his head.

"more than one from the looks of it" five stepped into the room.

"yup"

y/n wrung out the cloth, seeing as it was no longer red and left it on the side of the sink, folded over. she walked down the hall, grimacing at the trail klaus left.

"don't remember the dog tags" five pointed out as she stepped closer.

"yeah, they belong to a.. friend" klaus waved it off, pulling his shirt down.

"how 'bout that new tattoo?" five was obviously pushing him, wanting answers. 

"you know, i don't totally remember even getting it" klaus shrugged, "like i said, it was a long night"

"what are you questioning him for?" y/n spoke up, leaning against the door. klaus didn't need five picking on him right now. he glanced at her before looking between them.

"he did it.. didn't you?" he asked, smirking.

"what are you talking about?" klaus frowned, taking a seat.

"you know i can recognise the symptoms klaus" five walked further into the room, right up to him.

"symptoms of what?" 

"the jet lag, full body itch, the headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain" five paused, watching as klaus ran his hands down his face. "you gonna tell me about it?"

"your pals, when they broke into the house and they couldn't find you. they took me hostage instead" he

"and in return you stole their briefcase" five smirked,

"yeah, i thought there was money in it. or i could pawn it, you know, whatever" klaus looked away, sighing "and then i opened it.." he looked down and five begun pacing.

"and the next thing you knew, you were where? or should i say when?" he paused to look at klaus.

"what difference does it make?" klaus threw a hand up, annoyed.

"what diff-? okay, how long were you gone?" 

"almost a year" klaus sighed.

"a year.." five breathed before leaning in towards him. "do you know what this means?"

"yeah, i'm ten months older now" he joked, 

"no, this isn't any sort of joke, klaus. hazel and chacha will do whatever they can to get the briefcase" five leaned in, pausing his pacing "where is it now?"

"gone, i destroyed it. poof!" klaus made a motion with his hands,

"what the hell were you thinking?" five glared, speaking through gritted teeth,

"what do you care?" klaus annunciated, 

"what do i care?! i needed it, you moron- so i could- i could get back, i could start over!" five begun to yell, getting angry.

"just.." klaus stood, shaking his head. he was done.

"where are you going?" five asked, watching him walk away.

"interrogations over.. just.. leave!" klaus called back, annoyed.

"nice going, five" y/n called, rolling her eyes. five's head snapped towards her.

"nice going? y/n i needed that-" he seethed but she cut him off with a hiss,

"i don't care, that's not an excuse to harass your family. klaus is having a hard time right now and you just barged in here like you own the place, getting angry at him for getting kidnapped!"

"i don't have time-" five scowled, beginning to argue,

"for what, five?! for us? for your family?" y/n took a moment to calm down, glaring at him "you can save the world all you want but remember.. if you ruin your relationships with us, they can't be fixed with a simple equation" 

she was about to leave before five grabbed a piece of paper, sitting down and using his knee to write.

"what are you doing?" she leaned closer to get a good look,

"i have a plan" he simply stood up and walked to his room. what was he up to this time?

she followed along behind him, watching as he begun to write on his walls, having run out of books and paper. she sighed, flopping onto his bed, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing so that he would finally talk to her.

"ben.. he was there, he's always been there" he was there when she felt him in the room, she knew she wasn't crazy. would he be happy.. proud of her? would he have seen her fighting with her siblings? did he know about her powers and her efforts to find five? did he see all her training with dad and the long days she would study to help their brother? 

she wondered if her father could see it too.. could he see them all fighting? their problems all resurfacing? did he see her possess that assassin.. see what he didn't discover?

ben stood in the doorway, watching as five wrote away on the walls. he walked over to the bed, reaching out to take y/n's hand. he frowned when their skin never made contact, he only phased right through her. 

y/n frowned, sensing someone else. she sat up slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed and concentrating. ben stood in front of her, confused. he bent down to see her face clearly, her eyes were black..

"ben.." she whispered with a smile, her normal e/c eyes returning. the said boy smiled back, at least she knew.

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[ptergwen]

no sleep

pairing: singer!reader x tom holland || w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and many many many suggestive jokes

summary: you’re on jimmy kimmel to talk about your music, but he has other plans

a/n: y’all i’ve literally always wanted to write singer!reader and this idea just came to me and i had to get it out because it’s so cute :,) i really hope ya like it

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jimmy kimmel invited you onto his show to promote a single from your upcoming album. you stepped out of the spotlight for a while, so this is your first official appearance of the year.

“my first guest tonight...” there’s a cheer from the audience. you grin to yourself, waiting for jimmy to finish announcing you.

“you wanna say it for me?” he chuckles and stands your picture up on his desk. “my first guest tonight surprised fans this morning with her new single ‘no sleep.’ it’s currently number one in over seventy countries.” jimmy holds for applause, which you get a ton of. you cover your hot face with your hands.

“she’s here to talk to us about the song and her short hiatus. please welcome y/n y/l/n!”

the music plays while you walk onstage, followed by more cheers and clapping. you’re beaming as you wave to everyone. you give jimmy a quick hug and exchange hello’s over the noise.

you’ve been in the industry for a few years, but you’ll never get used to responses like this. all the love really warms your heart.

“thank you!” you giggle out, taking your seat on the couch. the audience yells some more when the music dies out. “thank you so much! oh my god,” you make a face at jimmy, who laughs and gestures to everyone. “they clearly hated the song,” he jokes to you. “i was gonna say,” you agree, smoothing your dress down.

you look out at the crowd with a pout. “no, seriously. you guys are so cute.” jimmy copies your pout, earning a playful eye roll from you.

you’ve been on the show a couple of times before, so you two are friendly. tom has also brought you to chill backstage with him when he was a guest. you would’ve brought him this time if he wasn’t away for filming.

“so, you took most of the year off from making music,” jimmy starts the actual conversation. “mhm, i did,” you hum and cross one of your legs over the other. “how was that? was it weird not being in the studio?” you scrunch your face up, then he adds another question. “what did you actually do with yourself?”

“i mean, music is obviously a big part of who i am. making it, loving it, all that stuff.” a small smile crosses your face. “so, yeah. it sort of felt like something was missing at first.” jimmy nods along, you shrugging one of your shoulders.

“at the same time, i really needed to take a minute and just breathe. come back with my shit more together. i think i have,” you let out a reflective sigh. “it didn’t have anything to do with your boyfriend? a mr. tom holland?” jimmy teases, you waving a hand at him. “no, don’t give him all the credit.”

your break genuinely was for yourself. no one needs to know that tom was also off, or that he spent all his free time with you. that was just a plus.

“are you sure? because, it seemed like you two were getting really cozy.” a picture from your instagram pops up on the screen. it’s of tom under a blanket. he’s reaching out for you with a lazy smile. you lean over on the couch so you’re off camera, another giggle escaping you.

jimmy flips to another picture. “that was exhibit A. here’s exhibit B.” the whole audience coos, jimmy raising his eyebrows at you. this one is a mirror selfie from tom’s instagram. your arms are slung around his neck from behind, and half your face is hidden. tom is doing his signature eye crinkling smile into the camera.

“aren’t they just adorable?” jimmy asks the audience, making them erupt in more cheers. you sit up again and clear your throat. seeing those is bittersweet for you. “he’s very cuddly. anyway, back to the music!” you do a small clap. little do you know, there’s much more to come.

“yes, yes. back to the music. talk to me about ‘no sleep.’” the song is one hundred percent about tom. you’re not sure you should say that, considering the... explicit content in it. you and tom did get very cozy over your break, as jimmy would say. it was the only time you weren’t relaxing.

“well,” you plaster on an overly happy smile. that earns more laughter from jimmy. “it’s about what you do in bed when you’re, um, not sleeping,” you explain. “and who do you do those things in bed with?” jimmy glances up at the screen again. “you’re choosing violence today, jimmy,” you say under your breath.

there’s a chuckle from backstage that sounds eerily similar to tom’s. it must have been a PA. all this talk about him is seriously fucking with your head.

“well, everyone in my life inspires my work in some way. they’re such angels,” you dodge the question, thinking you’re clever about it. jimmy won’t let you get off that easy. “friends? family?” he asks you. “yeah, everyone,” you exhale in relief. jimmy widens his eyes at you. “so, that means ‘no sleep’ is about your mom?”

your mouth falls open. he’s really going to make you spill the details of your sex life.

“what the fuck, no!” you squeal, looking out into the audience for help. they join in your laughter. “it’s about tom,” you finally confirm so jimmy doesn’t suggest anything else. “it’s about tom, my god. next topic.” you’re smiling despite yourself.

“why? don’t you wanna tell us more about your lover?” jimmy glances off to the side. what is going on back there? you sit up straighter in your spot. “no, this is my interview!” you’re half joking, half serious.

although you and tom aren’t private at all, you’ve never talked about him this much. it’s overwhelming. besides that, this is making you miss him a lot.

“that’s too bad. we thought... we thought you might like to share it,” jimmy is already grinning about whatever he has planned. this isn’t supposed to be part of your segment. “huh? i’m literally so lost.” you furrow your eyebrows at him, lowering your voice. “we didn’t talk about this.”

he pats the arm of your couch. “they say there’s no time like the present. ladies and gentlemen, tom holland!”

on cue, tom runs out from backstage. the audience practically roars with how loud they are. people even jump out of their seats. you clasp a hand over your mouth in pure shock. this feels like a prank, like jimmy is about to say sike. then, tom comes up to the couch. you almost fall over, jimmy proudly watching on.

tom grins so wide it takes up his whole face. “happy release day,” he murmurs as you get to your feet. you’re not able to speak just yet, only staring up at him with glossy eyes. he brings you into a tight hug. his hands rub up and down your back, your arms snaking around his middle.

“tommy,” you try to whisper the nickname. you forgot your microphone is on. everyone “aw’s” at you both, including jimmy. “my love,” tom’s lips brush your cheek briefly. “hi, baby,” he speaks into your ear. you hide your face in his button up while he rocks you side to side.

he’s been away for a couple of months working on the third spider-man. this is the first time you’ve seen him since he left.

“shouldn’t you be in atlanta?” you ask louder this time for the audience to hear. you’re still doing an interview. “today’s a big day. i had to see you,” tom gives you one last squeeze. “in person,” he adds, before you can say you already facetimed.

the fact that him and jimmy put this whole thing together is making you emotional. you’d be fully crying if you two were alone right now.

“she doesn’t want you here, though. remember?” jimmy chimes in, tom breathing out a laugh. he sadly lets go of you. you flop back onto the couch, tom pointing behind him with his thumb. “i’ll just be on my way. five hour flight, no big deal.” “no, no, no, no. stay,” you whine and make grabby hands at him.

that’s all it takes for tom to slip into the spot next to you. he bites back a smile, putting an arm around you and the couch. you don’t want to annoy everyone with too much pda, so you subtly curl into his side. the people actually love you and tom together. jimmy claps his hands.

“we’ll be right back with y/n y/l/n and tom holland!” he says into the camera, the band playing more filler music. he steps out from behind the desk to greet tom. tom stands up, the two of them giving each other pats on the back. the camera stops rolling.

“hey, man. thanks for doing this,” tom puts a hand on jimmy’s arm. “anything for the happy couple. i’m gonna get some water, see you in five.” jimmy shoots you another smile on his way to his dressing room. you return it. that leaves you and tom to yourselves.

“baby,” you say in a sing song voice, dropping your head onto tom’s shoulder. “i’m so happy you’re here. i real life almost peed when you came out.” tom snakes his arm around your waist. “that would be upsetting,” he mumbles, his index finger drawing circles on you. “it would’ve ruined your very pretty dress.”

“you like it?” you knowingly tug at the form fitting material. tom shifts in his spot. “i’ll tell you what,” he leans in closer to you with a smirk, his breath tickling your ear. “we’re getting no sleep tonight,” he sings from the chorus of your song. you burst into a giggle and squeeze your eyes shut.

he ends up being right.

[magicapandora]

Love at First Bite; A Night to Remember

Chapter 2

Chapter 2! Victor gets humbled 2; electric boogaloo

“Ugh! No!”

The sound of another hanger clanged against the dark wood dresser, shaking the furniture with the sheer force of the throw. For once in their life, they had no idea what to wear. Rosie already had to pinch themself to make sure they weren’t in a weird dream, where they couldn’t even put together one decent outfit and wearing white on Labor Day was acceptable. Rubbing their arm as they walked towards the dresser, picking up the hanged garment and brushing it off gently of whatever dust was on the wooden floor.

Rosie sighed, defeated as they put back the last of her hangers back onto the rack, the dusty lavender matching the rest of the wardrobe, albeit a contrast to the silver and emeralds of her actual dorm room. They flopped onto their bed, groaning into the sheets and grabbing their pillow, throwing it at the little space between the bed and the stone wall. They lifted their head up, craning their neck towards the wide open space of their dorm, seeing multiple clothes strewn around the room.

Mini skirts on their study desk, coats and sweaters near the coffee table, and a half a dozen dresses hanging on the loveseat couch. Not a single one of them clicked. It was like trying to solve a puzzle with all the pieces cut at the edges. A hurricane had ragged the entire closet space of Rosie’s wardrobes and now laid the aftermath on dark wood and velvet.

Rosie had pushed themselves off their emerald sheets, using their weight to trudge through their room and picking up silks, cotton, and satin clothes strewn across the large area. A small hill had made its way into Rosie’s arms when a small knock caught their ears. They shuffled through the room smoothly, making sure to firmly grasp the silver handle of the doorknob before opening it.

“Oh! I didn’t know it was laundry day already! ‘Could’ve sworn it was on Sunday.”

Rosie smiled behind the blouses and trousers, letting Barnaby into their room as they continued to pick up the scattered garments on the floor.

“So, what brings you to my lovely room, Barns?” Rosie asked, huffing as they dropped the load of clothes onto the small chair near the corner of the room.

“Just wanted to check in! You seem pretty busy, well since it is laundry day, right?” Barnaby looked around, seeing a new dress form with muslin pinned onto it near Rosie’s sewing machine.

“No Barns”- Rosie grunted, trying to reach the top of her wardrobe for a feather boa, wondering how in the world it got there. They guessed in a flurry to get dressed they tried literally anything.

-“It’s not laundry day. Sadly. Maybe I would actually have an outfit worth wearing.”

Getting the ornate boa off the top, they shoved the item into their arms before dropping it off. Barnaby had made himself at home on the velvet loveseat couch, watching Rosie dart around the room picking up the last bits of fabric laying around.

It was like watching a professional go to work and almost made Barnaby forget what he was gonna ask.

“Right! So, what’re you so peeved about? I mean, if anyone can make an outfit, it’s you! I mean, I think so!” He smiled, watching the brunette slump down next to him. They took their hair out of its ponytail, shaking their hair and fanning it with their fingers. Rosie sputtered a bit, rubbing their neck and looking down, ashamed at their own frustration and lack of fashion expertise.

“I just…can’t find the right outfit for this party! Everytime I go to find a certain piece, I always end up mismatching it or I can’t find what I’m looking for! I don’t know how this happened-I made a system!” Rosie exclaimed, grabbing one of the throw pillows and groaning loudly into it, shoving it so hard on their face that they’re sure that it would somehow make an indent. “Forget it. I’ll just stay in my dorm tonight. If I can’t make a decent outfit, I might as well just sleep on my couch.”

Barnaby grabbed Rosie’s pillow, taking it out of their hands. “Hey!” Rosie yelled, reaching for the pillow but the taller and, honestly more muscular Slytherin, put it out of Rosie’s reach. Which was surprisingly easy.

“What’re you talkin’ about? I’m sorry but have you seen Rosie? 5’3, coily hair, and totally makes amazing outfits?” Barnaby asked, not really asking. Rosie stopped, and looked down, lifting their knees to their chest and looked back at Barnaby again, holding the quilted pillow and scoot closer.

“I get it. You do so well and then suddenly you lose it. That spark. That…” He waved his hands, almost in a ‘jazz hands’ motion. “Y’know? But guess what? You still have it in you. You use that big brain of yours and just look for a different angle. Maybe you’re going about it the wrong way,” Barnaby gave the pillow back, getting up and patting Rosie’s head, leaving it a bit more messy than usual.

“But you’ll figure it out. I know you will. Don’t beat yourself up about it, alright Rosie-Posie?” The taller slytherin was just about to close the door, giving Rosie one more look, his eyes softened and a small smile, before closing the door.

It took a moment. And then two. And then a couple more, before Rosie took the hair tie from their wrist and spun it into their hair, making a tight ponytail that would even make ballet teachers wince. They took a deep breath, saying ‘Let’s do this’ to themselves and marched towards their wardrobe again. They would not be defeated by cotton and chiffon.

It took a while. And for a while, it took 20 minutes of gently ripping out hangers and folded garments from every drawer and hanger from their room. But nothing. Zilch. Zero. Rosie almost gave up, slumping on their hill of clothes before seeing a box beneath their wardrobe. They pulled it out, seeing the dust covered box. They gently swept the dust off, seeing the embossed logo of the box.

‘Ambrosia Lily.’

Of course! Why didn’t they find this before? It took them a while to even remember they had ordered this months ago! It almost sold out immediately and Rosie snatched the last one, putting it in safe keeping till they could wear it. I guess Barnaby was right, Rosie definitely looked for a different angle. Rosie unwrapped the ribbon, opening the lid and a smile stretched across their face.

Oh yeah, this definitely will work.

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Dark skies, bright lights, and music definitely was not made for young adults to listen to. Conversations merging into one, dancing fools laughing the night away, and late night rendezvous. The thumping of music, stomping of feet, and beating of hearts made the once silent club room finally a place worth going, to some people's eyes.

Now this is a party.

The dark haired vampire was already in the swing of the party, dancing with two other classmates, their names escaped him though. He felt the cool air of the open windows on his face, but the heat of the lights and the dancing made him feel this contradiction, almost like a dream. This is how he felt at every party. He felt free, exhilarated, seen. The lights even brighter than before, the pinks and blues meshing together, like they were made for eachother.

Victor pulled one of his dance mates into his arms, a charismatic smile plastered on his face as he pushed them together, his partner swooning, of course. Why wouldn’t they? He narrowed his eyes, holding their hands in his, before twirling them in his arms. He let go at the end, letting them spin and they continued their small dance circle. Victor almost got lost in the music again before glancing at the entrance of the club room.

Stepping into the room was a glossy ray of baby blue and silver. Their hair pinned back with a silk ribbon, shiny and catching the soft reflections of the artificial lights. Their dress was almost as vibrant and shiny, but pearl. A soft powder, cut low with a sweetheart neckline, adorned with small frills and bows, of course, topped off with a cropped and ribbed cardigan that was mostly for fashion and not function. A night sky necklace, with stars and moons adorning their neck, printing the sky on their body. And shimmering lavender makeup, purples of dark shades adorned their lips, eyes, and cheeks. Specks of pink, blues, and even silver glitter were dusted on their cheeks, their blush spun by the stars themselves.

It took Victor a good few moments to even realize he had stopped dancing. It made him realize a few seconds had gone by, and not minutes. He made a beeline towards them, pushing the shouts of his former dance mates to the background while moving towards the front like a maze. He passed by a decorated pillar, plucking one of the many flowers adorning it, silently thanking the herbology club. He stopped for a moment, finding a semi-reflective decoration hanging and sweeping his dark hair out of his face, quickly picking up speed and swerving his way through his fellow students.

As he finally gets to the Slytherin, Rosie is laughing, already in a small circle near the entrance with their fellow housemates. He pushes back his hair a bit, shoulders back, chin up. Just like always.

Rosie suddenly felt their hand gently being grasped by a familiar coldness, twirling on their heels before stopping and facing the person who literally swept them off their feet.

“Hey there, pretty princess,” He greeted, brushing a stray curl out of Rosie’s face. Their face quickly became a shade of dark reddish pink, a small grin spreading across their lips. Just like his last greeting, they were caught off guard by the taller vampire’s forwardness, almost as if he wanted to be the first one to them. Rosie plucked the flower from Victor's hands, twirling it in their own and stepping past him, Victor followed suit.

“Sorry for taking so long, wardrobe malfunction,” Rosie said, turning around and stopping, getting a good look at their prince for the evening. His outfit screamed ‘I’m a try hard but also I know how to put a look together’. It seemed like he had taken a muggle band t-shirt, a punk band at that, and modified it, cutting the sleeves off and leaving it a messy tank top. He had the same ripped black jeans and buckle combat boots, but even a simple change of his top made the outfit new.

“No worries. I knew you’d turn up eventually. So, whatdya think?” Victor asked, sweeping his arm across the room, a small grin spread on his face.

Flowers and ivy were covering the pillars, even the railing on the balcony was covered in the foliage. Floating crystals were plastered several hundred feet above, the reflections scattering onto the dance floor.

“Wow! You did all this? That’s quite a workload for one wizard,” Rosie asked, eye still transfixed onto the rainbow lights. Victor looked back at them, and shrugged, “Oh, god no. I asked some housemates if they could help. Of course, I did most of the work,” He gloated, as if he could even take those ivy strands and wrap them around the pillars without chipping a nail. “You’re gonna have the night of your life. C’mon, let’s dance.”

Before Rosie could even get a word in, they felt their hand being grasped by Victor, sweeping them onto the dance floor. They gasped, giggling as they put their hands onto his shoulders.

The music was surrounding them, seemingly keeping both of them dancing. Before they knew it, Rosie felt Victor twirl them in his arms, then pulling them close to his chest. Before he could even give them his Hollywood smile, Rosie smirked, twirling out of his arms and yanking him off his feet. Victor found himself stumbling, before quickly fixing his footwork, grinning and matching Rosie’s speed. It wasn’t long before Rosie got into his arms again, quickly dipping and Victor had his hands on Rosie’s back and behind their head, making sure they wouldn’t fall.

It had felt like minutes, but after Rosie stood up properly, glanced at the clock. Midnight? Already? Rosie still felt the luminous light shine down onto them, the cool september air coming through the open windows, the stars still bright.

“Hey. Come here.” Victor said, motioning Rosie towards one of the many balconies. Rosie followed, sitting down on the stone ledge. They slid their heels off, gently putting them down next to them. Victor came back, two cups in his hands as he passed one to the cursebreaker.

“Seriously, I still don’t get how you dance so well,” Victor laughed, crossing one leg over the other as he sat down. “Especially in heels. Andre was right about you.”

“Andre? Did you interrogate my friends for super secret info about me?” Rosie joked, putting their hand on their chest dramatically. Victor laughed again, more dryly this time, before shaking his head.

“No, No! Of course not. I just asked about you, Y’know? The Cursebreaker of Hogwarts. Not only good with a wand, but also a needle as well,” He answered, sweeping his hand in the air as he said Rosie’s unofficial title.

“That’s me! And lemme guess,” Rosie smiled, tapping their finger onto the chin before giving Victor a finger gun, “You're the Mysterious bad boy who wears his heart on a leather clad shoulder, and has a horribly tragic past.” Rosie burst out laughing at the guess, and Victor joined in, the pumpkin juice almost dribbling from his mouth.

“But seriously, you’re not like the others. You have this air to you,” Victor admitted, scooting closer to Rosie. “You always have your chin up, head high, and you’re surrounded by friends. You and I aren’t so different, Y’know?” Rosie laughed a bit again, covering their mouth with their curled hand. “What? What’s so funny?” Victor laughed a bit too.

“You! We just met today and you say we aren’t so different!” Rosie kept laughing, almost spilling their drink onto the floor. Victor caught the drink before any of the juice could spill, putting it down near Rosie’s hand.

“Well, I mean. You’re popular. I’m popular. You have impeccable style, so do I. You have amazing hair, and well,” He swept the hair out of his eyes, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. “We’d make a pretty stellar couple.”

Rosie sighed, resting their chin onto the palm of their hand, smirking a bit. “Maybe so. But you’d have to woo me first.” Rosie claimed, flashing a smile, mischief radiating from their tone.

“Oh? And how do I woo the Elusive Cursebreaker?” He asked, bumping his leg with Rosie’s, his face now almost nose to nose with them. Rosie looked up, looking into his almond shaped monolid eyes. Rosie couldn’t tell if they were red or brown, but the twinkle in his eyes was absolutely there.

Rosie put their index finger onto his lips, and leaned back, “Well, you have to find out on your own, Lover boy.” He scoffed, leaning back and downing the rest of his drink. Rosie stretched, before standing up, slinging their heels over their shoulders. “Your heart will be mine, Mayfield. By the end of the year, you’ll be mine,” He smirked, an uneven smile. Rosie winked, waving at him as they walked away, “Good luck with that, Pretty boy!”

Victor saw Rosie disappear out of the club room. The music was still going, the lights still on, and people still dancing. It was as active as it was hours ago, but Victor had a lingering thought. He felt his heart skip a beat, which was impressive for a vampire. He looked down at his hands, feeling the nervousness from the sweat, trying to dry them off on his jeans. Jeez, was the pumpkin juice that strong? He maneuvered his way into the crowd, finding his fashionable roommate once more.

“Hey! Andre! I’m gonna head off!” The Vampire shouted, getting the attention of the handsome dark skinned fashionista. Andre nodded, giving him a small thumbs up before going back to talking to a blonde boy in a wheelchair, sporting silver and green.

Victor quickly moved towards the exit, suddenly getting overwhelmed by the torches in the hallway. He pulled at his collar as he rushed towards his dorm room, quickly answering the riddle at the portrait door and silently entering his Common room. Before he knew it, he was taking his boots off and shoving them under his desk, flopping onto his bed.

He couldn’t get his mind off of Rosie. Their laughter, their smile. The way their lipgloss sparkled in the light. The way their curls fell onto their shoulders and the way the dress fit them, even their way their cardigan fell off their arms. He squeezed his pillow, digging his black nails into it.

This couldn’t be a crush. No. Crushes were for people who got their hearts broken and 1st years. He wasn’t the poor little outcast from months ago. He never fell for anyone. But now he felt confused, more than anything. What they said back there felt like an invitation. A game, almost. Who could make the other fall first.

Game on.

[platoniclokiimagines]

just,,, braiding loki's hair and putting flowers and stuff in it? thats all. do with that what you will :D 👍

A/N: This was so Soft to write. Thank you for requesting it.

WC: 1200

Rating: G

TW: None

When you had suggested the idea of braiding Loki’s hair, it really hadn’t seemed like such a big deal. Thor wore braids in his hair all the time, and you’d even seen Hela allowing Loki to braid hers, an honor that only Loki had been entrusted with, as far as you could tell, and you had to admit, they were quite good at it.

So one afternoon after Loki had finished with Hela’s hair, you sidled up to where they were still sat, hands behind your back as you twisted back and forth on the spot.

“Hey, Loki?”

“Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

You pouted dramatically. “That’s no fair, I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“Please, I can practically feel the mischief emanating from of you.”

“Oh, is that a special skill that comes with being the God of Mischief?” you teased, flopping down next to them on the couch.

“No, it’s a special skill that comes with centuries of causing mischief,” Loki jabbed back, finally looking over at you. “Go on, then, I’m listening.”

You beamed, now that you were in the clear. “Can I braid your hair?”

Loki seemed taken aback by the request. “Beg pardon?”

“Your hair? Can I braid it? I watch you braid Hela’s all the time, and I know Thor wears them, too. I just wanna see how you look in them.” You put on your best puppy dog pout, the one you knew Loki had little chance of arguing with. “Pleeeease?”

“Why would you want to do that?” Loki seemed genuinely confused at the idea, and you found yourself shrugging in response.

“Just do.”

Loki narrowed their eyes as they regarded you, seemingly trying to find out what your true motive was. “…and what will this braiding entail?”

Leave it Loki to know you didn’t just want to braid it. “Well, I was gonna wash and dry it for you, and then braid it, and then… maybeputsomeflowersinit?” You rushed the last bit in the hopes that Loki would gloss over it, but as luck would have it, they did not.

“Flowers? You want to put flowers in my hair?”

“Just once. Just this once. Pleeeeease? I won’t even take any pictures.” That they would see, anyway.

Loki looked at you appraisingly for a long moment, and then finally gave a huff of a sigh. “You will, but fine.”

You beamed. “Yes. Can I do it now? You’ve still got the hair ties out, anyway, and there’s all kinds of flowers out on the ground. I’ll even let you pick them out.”

“...of course you can.” Loki was putting on a big show of looking like there were a thousand other things they would rather be doing at the moment, but you could tell that they were happy to be making you happy.

Half an hour later and you’d gathered some flowers with Loki, gone through the process of washing and drying their hair, and were back in the living room, Loki sitting on the floor in front of you while you sat where they’d previously been sitting on one side of the couch.

“You know, I didn’t take you for a sunflower kind of a person,” you admitted, looking over at the bunch of flowers ready to be added to Loki’s hair.

“…they were my mother’s favorite.”

The both of you got quiet for a long moment. Loki rarely talked about their mother, fondly or sadly, as it was a topic that weighed on all three of the Odinkids to varying extents. And you didn’t ever want to say the wrong thing when she was mentioned, so you usually just let one of them do the talking until the topic of conversation changed.

“…I think it’ll look nice right at the back of your head, at the top of the braid? And then we’ll add some of the other flowers along the back as we go down.”

Loki nodded once, and settled down to sit still as you got a comb and sectioned off their hair so that you could begin to braid it.

A small part of you had banked on Loki being a little more restless while you were working. Had expected them to be their usual, mischief-making self and make comments or squirm and refuse to sit still, causing you to have to stop every five seconds to remind them to stop moving. But the second that you started braiding, they fell incredibly still and silent. You almost wanted to check to make sure they hadn’t stopped breathing.

“…you can still talk, you know,” you murmured, feeling the need to match Loki’s quietness as you tucked the sunflower into the beginning of the braid.

“Are you saying you’re not enjoying the peace and quiet?” That sounded more like Loki being Loki, and you couldn’t help but to smile.

“That’s putting words into my mouth.” You huffed out a quiet laugh, and Loki did the same before falling silent again, and this time, you did the same. It made it easier to focus, anyway, and you had to agree, it was rather peaceful, just braiding their hair in the calm silence of the living room.

You worked for a half hour, sectioning of parts of the braid to make smaller braids and weaving them all together with the different flowers Loki had chosen. They’d actually picked out quite the variety from the flower garden on the grounds. There was the sunflower they’d chosen, but there were also some daisies, some peonies, and even a hydrangea, which had given you a slightly difficult time with settling into Loki’s hair, but by the time you finished, you were rather impressed with your own work.

You couldn’t resist taking a picture of the back of it, even though you’d told Loki you wouldn’t, but you wanted to remember how nice it looked. There was something about the way that the bright colors of the flowers looked against the inky black of their hair that just made it look all the more beautiful.

“…you should wear your hair like this more often,” you declared, handing Loki a hand mirror so they could see the back of their hair in a mirror that you were holding.

“What, so Thor and Hela can tease me about it to no end? No, thank you.” Once again, Loki was acting tough, but you could see the smile in their eyes as they turned their head back and forth, so they could see more of the flowers in their reflection. “…it does look nice, though.”

You smiled, setting the mirror down and scooting down to sit on the floor next to them. “Doesn’t it? I don’t think I’ll ever manage to make something look that nice ever again.”

Now it was Loki’s turn to give you an exaggerated look of offense. “Are you saying I’m not good looking without the flowers in my hair?”

You grinned, and braced your hands on the floor, already preparing to bolt. “Yes.”

You could only imagine how silly you looked to the rest of the team, shrieking as you darted through the Compound being chased by Loki with flowers in their hair.

[waitimcomingtoo]

touch

chapter four: closure

Synopsis: you love him but you can never touch him

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Series Masterlist and Regular Masterlist

“Op. Timers up.”

You rolled off of Peter and reached for your phone to turn your alarm off, sighing sadly as you did.

“I hate that sound.” Peter groaned as he rolled onto his back. “That sound should be illegal.”

“Well if you feel that strongly about it, you can gather a group of strong willed individuals and start a petition.” You teased him as you sat up.

“Are you sure that was 20 minutes? That went by really fast.” He pouted as he rolled onto his side. He lazily played with your fingers as he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. You sighed deeply, eyes filling with regret as you pulled your hand away.

“Pete.” You said apologetically. “It was 20 minutes. No more touching.”

Peter nodded in understanding and withdrew his hand, letting it rest on his chest instead.

“It’s not long enough.” He mumbled as he stared out the window. “No amount of time is long enough.”

“I know.” You agreed with him. “But it’s better than how we used to be. At least we get to touch now.”

“For less than half an hour a day.” He grumbled as he sat up, his mood entirely altered now.

“It’s for the best. You don’t even know what I’d do to you if I could touch you all day.” You smiled coyly, trying it bring him back to a good mood as you stood up on your knees and crawled towards him. Peter perked up with a curious gaze as he turned his body to face you.

“What would you do?” He cocked an eyebrow as he leaned towards you but didn’t make contact.

“I’d tell you, but you wouldn’t be able to handle it.” You teased him before swiftly pulling away. Peter groaned and threw a pillow at you before his mood shifted.

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.” Peter said apologetically as his eyes softened. “This is so much better than what we were doing before. I would prefer if I had all the time in the world to touch you, but I’ll take my 20 minutes. I’m lucky I get even that.”

You bit your bottom lip and checked your phone, seeing that it was two minutes past your allotted 20 minutes.

“We still have a minute.” You lied, focusing all your self control on not hurting him as you leaned in to kiss him. Peter eagerly kissed you back, rising on his knees to hold you closer to him.

“I love you so much.” He whispered against your lips. “I’m never going back to what we did before.”

“Me either.” You smiled fondly at him as you stroked his face with your thumbs. “Okay, times really up now. No more touching.”

Peter pouted and let go of you before flopping on the bed with a huff.

“No pouting either.” You teased him as you rubbed your aching temples.

“It would be a lot easier to stop touching you if you weren’t so pretty.” Peter chuckled as he watched you get dressed.

“Sorry about that. It’s all my fault.” You sighed dramatically as you pulled your shirt over your head.

“It is.” He nodded repeatedly. “It’s unbearable trying to resist kissing you every time you walk into a room.”

���I know the feeling.” You told him as you looked at him through the mirror on his dresser.

“Don’t look at me like that, peaches.” He warned. “The 20 minutes are up.”

“I know.” You smiled a little sadly. “I’m just looking.”

“I have to get to training.” Peter sighed as he checked his phone. “I’ll see you after, okay?”

“I’ll see you later, lover.” You blew him a kiss. He caught it, despite how corny it was, and held it against his heart.

“You make it so hard to leave.” He whined as he walked up to you, leaning his hands on either side of you but never touching you.

“Go. You don’t want to be late.” You reminded him playfully. “I’ll see you soon.”

“All right.” He jutted his bottom lip out. “Bye.”

As soon as Peter left the room, you ran to the connected bathroom and threw up in the toilet. You brushed your teeth with the toothbrush he had left there before sliding against the wall and putting your head in your hands. Your brain was pounding in your head, as if it had a heartbeat of its own. You rubbed your temples as hot tears of anguish rolled down your face, the pain worsening before going away.

~

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked once he noticed the pained look on your face in the living room.

“Nothing.” You shook your head as you sighed. “I just have a headache.”

“Again?” Bruce began to worry. “You’ve been complaining of one all week.”

“Yeah. I don’t know, it’s probably just a cold.” You lied as you adverted your eyes. Bruce didn’t buy into your lies and pressed a hand against your forehead. You immediately jumped back, fearful that you’d hurt him.

“Y/n, you’re burning up.” He really began to worry now.

“Careful, Br. Banner. It’s not safe for you to touch me.” You reminded him as you kept your distance.

“Could I run some labs?”

“Is that necessary?” You asked. “It’s just a headache.”

“You’ve only been using the stun gun once a week right? Like I told you?” He asked making you stop in your tracks.

“Yeah.” You lied. “Just once a week.”

“Alright, good.” He sighed in relief. “I made it with gamma radiation, you know. Too much of that will kill you.”

“Kill me how?” You wondered as your mouth went dry.

“Well, you were born with your powers.” He explained. “Your abilities are a part of your nervous system. Temporarily taking your powers away for 20 minutes holds up with nervous system. Too much radiation will slowly weaken you until you die.”

“Oh.” You nodded slowly. “I see.”

“But once a week is fine.” He assured you. “That shouldn’t do too much damage. It might give you a headache though. Would you mind if I ran some labs?”

“Sure. Whatever you need.” You said quietly as a panic set it. You used the stun gun 7 days a week and you we’re finally feeling the consequences.

“Let’s go.” Bruce escorted you to the lab.

An hour later, you left the lab with an anxious feeling in your tummy. You ran into Peter in the hallway and plastered a fake smile on so he wouldn’t worry.

“There you are.” Peter smiled as he approached you. “I burnt my hand on the oven again.”

“You did?” You worried as you tan to him. “Let me see.”

You took Peters hand in yours and squeezed it but didn’t feel his pain transfer to you.

“That’s weird.” You blinked in confusion. “I don’t feel anything.”

“Hm.” Peter fought a smile. “Weird.”

“You’re such a liar.” You playfully hit him when you realized his trick. “You didn’t burn your hand.”

“No. I just wanted to hold my girlfriends hand. I’m sorry.” He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes, still holding your hand.

“I forgive you but don’t do it again. This isn’t a game, Peter. I could seriously hurt you.” You reminded him. You began to worry he was gonna make a habit out of tricking you to touch him. You were feeling horribly sick, and you were a fast healer. You had no idea what would happen to Peter if you accidentally transferred your pain to him.

“I know.” Peter smiled apologetically. “I think I have a paper cut, though.”

“Where?” You raised an eyebrow, not believing him.

“My lips.” He said sheepishly.

“Uh Uh.” You shook your head teasingly. “Not fooling me, Parker.”

“I thought that would work.” He whined. “Fuck me.”

“Aw, I so would but we already had our 20 minutes today.” You teased him, making his jaw drop.

“That is not what I meant and you know it.” He narrowed his eyes at you. Before you could respond, you heard your name called from behind you.

“Y/n.”

You turned around, your smile immediately fading when you saw Bruce standing there with a frown.

“I’ll catch up with you.” You told Peter before jogging over to Bruce.

“Hi Dr. Banner.” You smiled weakly. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m so sorry.” Bruce whispered, looking incredibly guilty as he held your lab results in his hands.

“What happened?” Your mouth went dry.

“There must be something wrong with the gun. I must’ve calibrated it to disperse more gamma radiation than I intended. Your whole body is full of it. There should not be this much. I don’t know how this happened.” He apologized as a sick feeling settled in your tummy.

“Dr. Banner, it’s okay.” You assured him. “It’s not your fault.”

“It is. I must’ve gotten the calculations wrong or left out a variable or-“

“I use it everyday.” You blurted, cutting him off. Bruce’s face twisted in confusion as he processed what you said.

“What?”

“The stun gun. I use it everyday so I can touch Peter.” Tears came to your eyes as your confession came out. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

“Y/n, your body needs at least a week to recover from a blast of gamma radiation.” Bruce told you. “That’s why I told you to only use it once a week. Your body can’t heal in just a day, even with your enhanced abilities. Every time you use the gun, you make yourself sicker. Your ability to heal quickly is the only thing keeping you alive right now.”

Your jaw locked in fear as the tears fell down your cheeks. You didn’t say anything as you sucked in a shark breath.

“Hey, it’s all right.” Bruce rubbed your shoulder. “My body is full of it too.”

“I’m so sorry. You told me it was dangerous and I did it anyway. I’m so stupid.” You whimpered as you wiped your face on the back of your hands.

“You’re not stupid. I’ve been here before.” Bruce sighed. “I pushed people away, even when I really loved them, because I was scared of hurting them. You’re not a monster for wanting to be loved.”

“Am I gonna die?” You whispered.

“I don’t know.” Bruce answered honestly. “How long have you been doing this?”

“Everyday for the last three months.”

“You should stop for at least 6 months then, and we’ll reassess then.” Bruce advised. You felt the air get knocked out of your chest when Bruce told you you wouldn’t be able to touch Peter again for 6 months.

“Dr. Banner, I can’t go back to how I was before.” You protested. “I can’t do that to Peter.”

“The only other option is poisoning yourself with the radiation until you die. I think Peter will understand.” Bruce told you.

“What about me?” You shrugged sadly. “What if I don’t understand?”

“Go talk to him.” Bruce advised. “Just have a calm, adult conversation.”

“Okay. Calm and adult.” You nodded. “I will.”

You immediately went to Peter’s room and knocked on his door, waiting to enter until he told you to.”

“Hey, peaches.” Peter smiled brightly as you shut the door behind you. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Peter we have to break up.” You blurted out, making Peter sit up and go to the edge of his bed. So much for your calm and adult conversation.

“What?” Peter’s face fell at your words.

“I…I did something really bad.” You shook your hands as you began to panic. You paces around his room as the guilt and anxiety ate away at you.

“Peaches, it’s okay. Talk to me.” Peter reached out to touch you but quickly withdrew his hands when he remembered he couldn’t.

“I lied to you.” You confessed as tears came to your eyes.

“About what?” Peter asked slowly as you stopped pacing.

“Dr. Banner told me I could only use the stun gun once a week. I knew it was dangerous to use everyday but I did it anyway and it’s killing me.”

“Killing you?” Peter’s eyes darkened.

“The radiation. Dr. Banner said if I keep using it, it’ll kill me. I’m so sorry.” You began to cry, wishing more than anything that you could reach out and touch him.

“Then we just won’t use it anymore, peaches.” Peter said calmly. “Not if it’s killing you.”

“But we can’t use it for at least 6 months.” You cried. “You said so yourself, you hated the way we were before. You don’t want to go back. So I’m letting you go. I’m not gonna make you stay in this relationship if we can’t touch each other.”

“Peaches, I don’t love you because I get to touch you.” Peter chuckled softly. “And don’t get me wrong, I love getting to kiss you and hold you, but just being with you is my favorite part. I can go another 6 months without touching you if it means you’re still my girlfriend.”

“But…but you said you’d never go back.” You calmed down long enough to realize Peter wasn’t mad.

“I’d never go back to us being just friends. I can go back to us not touching if it keeps you safe. That’s all that matters to me.” Peter promised you.

“Really?” You asked hopefully.

“Really.” He nodded. “I love you in any way I can have you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled gratefully at him before pulling him into a kiss. In the heat of the moment, you didn’t think about the pain you were holding inside and kissed him deeply. Peter kissed you back for just a moment before you heard a small gasp emit from the back of his throat. You felt him slid off your lips and opened your eyes to see him collapsed on the floor.

“Peter?” You asked as you knelt down beside him. You rolled him over and let out a gasp when you saw how pale he was.

“Peter?!” You shook him aggressively. “Peter?!”

When Peter didn’t respond, you let out a guttural scream for help.

“Dr. Banner!”

Bruce rushed into the room when he heard your scream, stopping shortly when he saw Peter.

“What happened?” He asked as he knelt down beside you.

“No no no the radiation.” You cried as you shook Peter. “I just gave him the radiation.”

“Okay, calm down. Let me get him to the lab.” Bruce instructed as he grabbed Peters feet. You hooked your arms under Peter and helped Bruce carry him to the lab. You laid him on the table and stood anxiously as Bruce hooked Peter up to a monitor.

“You said the only thing keeping me alive was my healing abilities.” You worried as you chewed on your nails. “He doesn’t have that.”

“But he has something like it.” Bruce reminded you. “He’s still enhanced. He might not die from this.”

“Might?” You whispered at the little hope he was able to offer you. Bruce gave you an apologetic look as he continued to work on Peter. You felt useless as you stared at Peter’s lifeless body until you got an idea.

“Wait.” You spoke up. “Let me take his pain. I’ve done it before.”

Bruce was quiet for a minute as he stared at Peter’s monitor.

“He’s not in pain.” He said quietly.

“He has to be. He has to be if I was.” You reasoned.

“Y/n, Peter isn’t in any pain.” Bruce repeated. You realized he had stopped working on Peter and felt a sinking feeling in your tummy.

“Why?”

Bruce looked away from the monitor and took his glasses off for full dramatic effects.

“Because he’s dead.”

“What?” You shrieked as all the color left your face.

“I’m kidding. Was that a bad joke?” Bruce grimaced as you gasped for air. “You can take his pain. It’s just gonna hurt a lot.”

You gave him a frustrated look before placing your hands on either sides of Peter’s face.

“Come on, Peter.” You willed him. “Come on, Spiderman.”

It took a minute, but his pain slowly drew out of his body and into yours. Your veins darkened to a jet black as the radiation seeped back into your body, making you let out a scream.

“Y/n, be careful.” Bruce warned as Peter’s vitals began to improve.

“It’s killing me.” You screamed in agony as the color began to return to his cheeks.

“Because it’s three months worth of radiation at once. You’ve been building it up.” Bruce grimaced when he saw the toll it was taking on you.

“It hurts so bad.” You cried.

“It’s almost all out.” Bruce told you. “Just hold on a little longer.”

“Dr. Banner, I need you to do something for me.” You said breathlessly, your body beginning to shut down.

“What is it?” Bruce asked.

“I need you to recalibrate the stun gun to permanently remove my powers.”

“What?” His eyes widened. “Why?”

“So nothing like this ever happens again.”

“Then you can’t be an Avenger.” Bruce protested.

“But I can be a human being.” You shouted. “I want that more. I want that most.”

“But-“

“Please.” You cried. “Just do it.”

“Okay.” Bruce agreed. “I will.”

“Thank you.” You nodded. “I’m gonna pass out now.”

“Okay.” Bruce told you, but you had already hit the floor.

~

Once Peter’s vitals were stable, Bruce transferred him to his own room. As soon as he was awake and responsive, you went to visit him.

“Hey.” You greeted Peter in a soft tone as he woke up from a nap.

“Hi peaches.” Peter lit up when you sat on his bed. “I’m surprised you came to see me. I’m…I’m really glad you did.”

“Why wouldn’t I come to see you?” You smiled teasingly

“Dr. Banner told me what happened.” Peter admitted. “I thought you were going to blame yourself for what happened and be too scared to come near me.”

“Are you scared that I’m near you?” You asked him softly as you kept your eyes down.

“No.” Peter shook his head immediately. “I want you to be near me.”

“Good. I want to be near you too.” You chuckled as you laced your fingers through his. Peter looked at your hands in happy shock before giving them a squeeze.

“You’re touching me?” He asked happily.

“After what happened, I had two options.” You explained. “I could’ve shut you out to ensure I never hurt you again, or I could make sure I never hurt anybody again.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had Dr. Banner remove my powers.” You smiled sheepishly. “I told him to take them all away, but he found a way to let me keep the healing aspect. I can still heal, but I can’t hurt.”

“You had him take away your powers?” Peter asked in shock as he sat up straighter. “Why?”

“Because human beings need to be touched.” You shrugged. “I didn’t want to live without that anymore. I didn’t want to be allotted 20 minutes a day to touch the boy I love.”

“You did this for me?” Peter asked fondly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“No.” You shook your head. “I did this for me. I didn’t want to worry anymore. I wanted to be free.”

“So this means…” Peter raised an eyebrow. You nodded a little before leaning in to kiss him, feeling weightless as the fear of hurting him was long behind you.

“It means we get to do this all the time, lover.” You whispered against his lips. “Anytime we want.”

“Anytime we want?” He asked for comfirmation.

“Yup.” You popped the p for emphasis.

“In that case.” Peter raised an eyebrow. “What were you saying before about what I couldn’t handle?”

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[shushiyuii]

Hey, do you think you can do g!wilbur and t!philza soft noms maybe?

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE that's all you're getting.

Warnings: Soft vore

Words: 1.3K

Wilbur flopped onto the couch in exhaustion, being a leader of a decently sized town was no easy task. Every day there was trouble with both Tubbo and Tommy causing chaos every day, even with Ranboo to keep them both in check it seems that trouble always seems to find its way to them, despite them not even wanting to cause it sometimes.

He never hated them for it, but with the daily tasks of repetitive tasks of signing, approval, incidents, taxes and more. It could get really annoying for Wilbur.

He could give credit to them that they brought excitement to his everyday life, they made him smile every day, if it weren’t for them he’d probably be bored out of his mind, not to mention he had really grown attached to the three of them.

It made him think about a family, one he didn’t really have but he always did see the three as his younger siblings of sorts, he looked out for them when he could, offering them food and a place to stay since they were runaway orphans and sadly, he couldn’t do much about if he tried.

But God did he want to hold these boys in his arms, especially since one of them was a tiny.

Thinking about family, it made him think of two other figures of his life, one being Technoblade, someone he saw as his twin brother of sorts, although the difference in appearance and such when Wilbur was younger he met a young Technoblade, a Piglin hybrid who didn’t really quite know what the world around him was, he didn’t really have a birthday he could remember, so Wilbur offered to share his.

He never regretted it though since Techno was a massive help around the village, despite being an anarchist, the village really had no self-proclaimed government, all taxes basically went back into the village and such and the only political figure would be Wilbur who mainly kept things in charge.

Then there was the almighty Philza, when he and Techno were younger Phil was the one to take them in, despite being a tiny, their father managed to go through so many hardships to raise them and was still doing so many things for them like right now Phil helped around the village via delivering things to other villagers, it surprisingly worked out for all of them.

Wilbur still had so many things to do but sadly, the boys’ chaos had caused way too much for Wilbur to handle in a day's events. He really needed a break and really couldn’t do it himself; he was pushed to his limits.

“Delivery for Wilbur Soot!”, he was brought out of his train of thoughts when he heard his overly enthusiastic and caring father. “Hey Dad…” he managed to get out of his exhausted throat, his body barely wanted to cooperate with him.

His dad seemed to notice this, concern immediately gracing his features. He swooped down from the high, open window with his wings, bringing whatever letter he had for Wilbur with him, “You alright, mate?” he asked with concern as he landed on the arm of the couch.

“I’m fine just tired” Wilbur moved his head to look at his tiny father, who chirped in concern and wanted to hold his sons face, he complied, and Wilbur’s head rested within Phil’s tiny hands, worrying about his son. Phil seemed to check for fever and such but found nothing, Wilbur looked over to the paper on Phil’s back.

“What’s the letter?” he mumbled, but Phil heard it clearly. It brought the paper off of his back with struggle since the paper was almost double his size, Wilbur immediately picked it off of him, not wanting his father to struggle with such things, he untied the string attached to the letter and opened it. It read.

‘Hey Wilbur,

I’m sending you this to let you know that I’ve got the village covered, for the time being, the boys have been cleaning up their mess and plan on doing a majority of your chores to make up for it.

Good news too, trade market has arrived meaning he can get some materials needed, I remember what you requested and I’m gonna get those sorted out for you, take a break.

-Techno’

He snorted, “Really Tech?”, “He’s got you covered, hasn’t he?”. It was notably louder since Phil had moved to his shoulder, he hummed in reply, “If I end up dying, I’m letting Techno take charge” to which got a playful punch from his dad.

Then it went into peaceful silence for a few moments, when a growl from a certain individual’s stomach could be heard, “Did you not eat mate?”. Wilbur looked away embarrassed, maybe he had forgotten to eat his meals, when Phil got no answer, he realised that Wilbur hadn’t eaten.

“You little shit! What have I told you about pushing yourself?!”, “Sorry Dad…”. Phil stood and pinched in frustration and huffed. Concern racing his features. “We need to get you something to eat…”.

His wings spread out to swoop down and fly when Wilbur stopped him with his hand and looked to Phil with begging yet tired eyes. Phil scanned him for a moment wondering what the boy meant until it clicked in his head. He sighed and looked away, laughing.

“What?” Wilbur said, dragging out the ‘W’, “Nothing mate, let’s get it over with then. Gotta admit I’m quite tired myself”. Phil said with an exhausted tone. Wilbur looked over at his father in worry for a moment when he realised that Phil was probably just as tired as he was.

He carefully picked up his exhausted father, making sure not to dissociate him with dizziness. His cupped hands were brought close to his face and opened his mouth wide enough for his father to go inside, Phil followed and immediately laid into the warmth of his tongue.

His warm breath went past Phil in a sigh of relief, then closed his mouth behind his father, taking care in case he somewhat managed to nibble down on his father.

It was a habit of his, but he doubted his father was up for it right now, so he just sucked on his father’s taste, which was of mint and maybe tea leaves? It reminded him of a nice relaxing cup of tea and couldn’t help but delighted at the taste.

Soon after, swallows followed. Sending his father down safely into his stomach, he felt Phil pass his throat and plop down into his stomach, he felt his father shift around and get comfortable, then came the soothing runs from the inside, which honestly felt like a massage.

He then put a hand to his stomach and rubbed back, and after a while felt his father fall asleep so he laid an arm around his stomach protectively. And soon joined his father in slumber.

“Hey, Wil-“ Tommy cut himself off when he saw Wilbur sleeping, he looked over to Tubbo whose shoulder he was on, “Should we leave him be?”, Tubbo whispered. Tommy looked over to Wilbur, a bit worriedly.

“Leave me on the couch, okay?”. He whispered back, to which Tubbo sneakily made his way inside and placed Tommy on the couch and left quickly as he could.

He made his way over to Wilbur and snuggled into the hand that laid on the couch, the fingers instinctively curled around him, even in his sleep Wilbur knew it was him.

The fingers seemed to twitch for a moment and a groan could be heard from Wilbur. “Toms?” he mumbled tiredly, which Tommy just curled more into the hold, Wilbur used a finger to rub Tommy’s back, the two were quite close, with Wilbur being an older brother figure.

He was then carefully picked up brought onto Wilbur’s chest, his beating heart soothing Tommy. Usually, he’d swallow Tommy down, but he didn’t want to bother Phil and Tommy seemed content where he was. So, he fell back asleep.

When he woke up again, he felt a weight on his shoulder which turned out to be a sleeping Techno, he sighed contently and went back to sleep with his family.

[pr0d3r4ch4]

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A/N: hello! here we have some felix softness!!!

this is based on a true event after i tried baking uhhhh it was quite the uhh mess

this, however, is a place for me to express myself, so sadly, there is anxiety. i wrote it as best as i could, but yaknow how hard these feelings are to explain lol ENJOY

"Felix."

"Hey Felix."

Your boyfriend groans and rolls onto his his back.

"You promised we bake stuff today!"

He grunts and sits up, blonde hair sticking up every which way. He slouches and starts pouting.

"It's too early." he complains, while trying to get out of bed.

"Nope, get up." you demand.

You had already been awake for upwards of an hour and a half, so you felt you'd given him enough time to sleep in.

He gets out of bed; "I am, I am." he mumbles.

Once he gets dressed—all the while you watching him with a small smirk, and him snorting and turning around—he waddles to the bathroom.

"I'll be getting ready!" he calls.

You sigh and flop back on the bed. You and Felix had to go out shopping today, so you'd both decided to get some ingredients and bake your favourite treat: cinnamon roll cookies. You hoist yourself out of bed and head downstairs, preparing all of the shopping bags.

"Hey, I'm ready to go." you hear Felix from behind you.

You turn around and see that he's gotten cleaned up, but no makeup, so you can see his freckles.

"You look beautiful!" you smile.

He blushes, "Let's get going."

—————————————————

You take a deep breath as you pull into the parking lot. All you had to get more baking powder and vanilla, since you were all out. Felix said he would handle everything else. As you walk into the store, a wave of nausea passes through you; you grab Felix's shoulder to steady yourself.

"Are you gonna be okay?" he asks, putting his hand over yours.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." you smile, trying to convince yourself.

He squeezes you hand, before wandering off to find whatever he was supposed to; he made the shopping list.

You looks up at the signs above each aisles, scanning for where the baking ingredients are held. Near the end, on the right, the sign that says 'baking aisle' makes you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You unclench you fists to find that they are already sweating, and you walk shakily towards the aisle.

Step by step, you tell yourself, even though your legs feel like they could give out at any moment.

Once you reach the aisle, a man, who seemed to be in a hurry, bumped into your shoulder. Immediately you felt the wind get knocked out of you; you grab onto the shelf beside you and gasp quietly. Or . . . try to gasp. You can barely get any air into your lungs. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to concentrate on breathing, but it doesn't work. You open your eyes and your head starts spinning, and your eyes start to blur. You slowly sink to the ground and squeeze your eyes shut again. The air around you feels like it’s crushing you in its vice-like grip, and before your head hits the ground, someone catches it.

—————————————————

You open your eyes to see the flickering light on the ceiling of the store. Your eyes dart around before seeing Felix’s concerned face relax a little bit.

“Y/N? Are you with me?” he asks

You groan and sit up. Reality is slowly coming back to you and you start to panic again at the thought of people staring at you. You look at Felix and he realizes what you’re thinking

“Nobody’s looking, I told them to mind their business. If they judge you they can fuck right off?”

You let out a breath and let out a quiet ‘thank you’.

Felix helps you stand up; “How about I just stay with you, hm?”

“Probably for the best.” you nod and chuckle slightly.

You grab his arm and he helps you up; you both walk towards the baking aisle and grab everything you need. Soon after, you follow Felix as he picks up the rest of the groceries. As you stand by the check-out, your hang your head, embarrassed to be seen after your meltdown.

Once you get in your car—after putting away all of your groceries—you let out a quiet, lengthy sigh. You and Felix share a look, understanding that you didn’t want to talk right now. He pulls out of the parking lot and you head home, singing along to a summer playlist you found on Spotify.

You pull into the driveway, immediately getting out and grabbing some bags while Felix grabs the others. You walk to your apartment door, throw a bag over your shoulder and unlock it. You kick the door open and immediately drop the bags on the ground, letting out another long breath.

“Fuck” is all you say, and that pretty much sums everything up. Felix comes in behind you chuckling.

“Ready to make some cookies?”

“Hell yeah.”

—————————————————

Once you get all of the groceries put away you start to pull out the ingredients involved in making the cookies, and then you get busy.

Once you mix the dough, Felix rolls it out. You weren’t the type to get your hands dirty, so you sang and danced along to the music you had playing. In the middle of the chorus of Feel Special, Felix taps your shoulder, making you jump.

“We have to let the dough chill in the fridge for a bit, so do you wanna watch some TV?” he asks.

“Sure,” you say and you walk into your living room, “ whaddaya wanna watch?”

“I don’t know, you pick.” he says.

“Yeah, I don’t know how to do that, just put on a baking show.” you tell him. He keeps forgetting how totally fucking indecisive you are.

And so he puts on a random baking show, and you crawl into his lap and wrap around him. You tuck your face into his neck and inhale his calming scent.

“How long can we stay like this?” you mumble.

He chuckles, and you can feel the vibrations from where you are both connected.

“A half hour, not too long.”

Not long enough, you want to say, but don’t have the energy to. You just lay there, curled around him, and bask in the feeling of relaxation.

—————————————————

You were dozing when you felt Felix start to rub your back.

You groan into his neck, “Is it time?”

“Mmhm” is all he says.

You let out a sigh, which morphs into a gasp when Felix stands with you still wrapped around him. You put your legs on the ground and release him from your arms, and stretch your body. It slightly aches from being in the position you were in.

You waddle into the kitchen, Felix trailing behind you with a blanket wrapped around him. After you take out the dough and set it on the counter, you spread the filling on it, then roll it up. You weren’t comfortable with the mixing part, but dealing with dryer ingredients wasn’t as bad; you wanted to take part in this activity, even just a little bit. Once you cut on the roll into cookie-sized pieces, you set them in the oven, which you’ve already preheated.

You turn back around to face Felix, and give him another hug.

“What’s with all this affection today,” he chuckles, “Not that I’m complaining whatsoever.”

“Nothin’, jus’ love you.” you say as you burrow your face further into the blanket around his shoulders.

“Well, we have a few more minutes for the cookies to bake, so . . .” he trails off.

You pull back to face him and kiss his nose. He scrunches it up, before leaning in to kiss you on your lips. You both smile into the kiss; it was nothing intense, just showing affection and love. He wraps his arms around your neck, you wrapping yours around his waist, and you both stand there for a few minutes. Eventually you stop kissing each other, instead resting your foreheads together.

You pull away, smelling something weird.

“Do you smell that?” you ask your boyfriend.

He sniffs, “Yeah, what is it?”

You frown, going to the oven to check the cookies. Imagine your surprise when, as you opened the oven door, you simply saw a sheet of bubbly, completely puddled together cookie dough.

“What the fuck?” you exclaim, “It’s a puddle!”

Felix looks over your shoulder, and immediately bursts into laughter.

You stand there, still confused.

“What did we do wrong?” you complain, looking as Felix, to find him gasping for air, leaning against the counter.

“I don’t fucking know!” he wails through fits of laughter.

You look back at the puddle of soppy, what was supposed to be cookie dough, and start giggling.

“What the fuck,” you reiterate through your chuckles, “I guess we’re not having cookies then.”

Felix continues to cackle behind you.

—————————————————

After cleaning up the horrible disaster—which you tasted, and it actually didn’t taste terrible—you both head back to the couch to lay down.

You immediately collapse on the couch, moving to rest your arm on the armrest, and Felix follows suit, snuggling into your side and resting his head on your chest once you move your arm. You lift your arm to wrap around Felix, and start stroking his arm.

"I think I'm gonna have a nap," you say, "All this action was kind of draining."

He looks up at you and you can't fight the smile the creeps up when you look at him.

"What?" he asks.

"You're cute and I love you, that's what." you respond.

He simply smiles and rests his head back on your chest. You close you eyes and prepare to doze when Felix starts talking again.

"I'm very proud of you," he says, "I understand how much it took out of you, but the fact that you did it . . . I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you, Lix." you smile.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

And with that you both grab some well-deserved shut eye.

[saturnznct]

christmas week off | lmk

➸ request from anon; missing my mark :( can i request a mark fic where he gets a week off and he spends a day or week w his babies?

➸ note; i miss him too :( i hope you like this!! decided to make it christmassy as it is that season <3

➸ maeve; aged 3, noah; aged 7, lucas; aged 9

➸ word count; 2329 words

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‘How long are you home, daddy?’ Maeve asks, tiny hands holding onto Mark’s knee.

‘A whole week, princess,’ he grins, tugging on the ends of the three year old’s double plaits.

‘Really?’ Her face lights up, bouncing on her tights covered feet.

‘Yeah Mae! We’re gonna go see all of the Christmas lights.’

She gasps, dancing in circles around her older brother Noah.

‘Noah, did you hear what daddy said?’

You watch from the kitchen, where you’re washing up the dishes from dinner.

Mark had been granted a week off from his idol duties, in the way that he was now perfectly able to spend Christmas with all four of you.

‘With ice cream for dessert?’

‘With ice cream for dessert?’

‘With ice cream for dessert?’

‘You can have whatever you want.’

‘Within reason,’ you chime in, making Mark laugh loudly.

‘Grandpa and grandma are coming from Can-ada, right?’ Noah chirps.

‘They sure are buddy,’ Mark answers, before scooping up Mae in his arms, ‘but for now, it’s time for bed!’

‘Daddy no,’ Maeve whines, pouting dramatically and flopping her head into Mark’s neck.

‘It’s your bedtime, Mae. And yours, Noah.’

Noah was just old enough to understand the concept of bedtime, whereas Maeve didn’t understand why she couldn’t just play all night.

‘Lucas doesn’t go to bed until later-‘

’That’s because Lucas is older than you.’

You and Noah quietly exchange kisses, hugs and goodnights, leaving Mae to bicker with her father.

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‘Well done,’ you say flatly, watching as Mark begins opening every window in the kitchen to wave out the smoke.

‘I got distracted,’ he huffs, pulling out the burnt cookies and placing them on the counter, ‘Mae started whining.’

’This is why you need to have like… four tabs open at once in your brain. That way you don’t forget.’

‘We’ve still got enough ingredients,’ Mark files through the bags of flour and sugar still on the bench, ‘we’ll just have to make more.’

‘Mama, are the cookies done?’ Noah asks as he walks into the kitchen.

‘Not quite yet my lovely,’ you smile sadly, ‘they didn’t cook properly.’

‘Oh,’ the small boy pouts. He always melts your heart- looks and acts exactly like Mark.

‘Why can I smell burning?’ Lucas appears in the doorway, towering over his younger brother.

‘Your dad burnt the cookies,’ you deadpan.

‘I did not-‘ Mark tries to argue, but Lucas just laughs and rolls his eyes playfully.

‘Classic dad.’

‘I don’t burn food that much!’

‘You burnt the first birthday cake you made for my last birthday-‘

‘And I got it perfect the second time, did I not?’

‘It was eh,’ Lucas shrugs.

‘Looks like I should probably get started on the second batch,’ Mark sighs, ‘Mae was really looking forward to decorating these.’

‘I don’t think she would be happy with the taste,’ you point out, ‘I’m sure she wouldn’t mind waiting an extra half an hour.’

‘I’ll turn on the cartoons,’ Lucas sings, turning on his heel and walking into the living room to go and distract Maeve.

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‘Daddy said I could put the star on top of the tree,’ Maeve whimpers as you toss the gold glowing star onto the floor with the rest of the ornaments, ‘it’s my turn.’

‘We need to put all of the baubles on first Mae,’ you explain, holding up a glittery wooden tree bauble that Lucas had made at school several years ago.

Maeve had been itching to decorate the tree all day - not quite understanding that you and Mark had to actually put it up first - especially since it was her turn to put the star on top of the tree. You do it in a sort of rota, one year Lucas does it, the next Noah, and so on. Mark enters the room, having rounded up your two sons.

Not long later, your Alexa is softly playing Christmas music while your multi coloured Christmas lights light up the room.

Considering there is five of you, it doesn’t take too long until your tree is covered from head to toe in baubles. You don’t have a cohesive theme at all - you have several block colour and glitter ornaments, but mostly handmade ones from school or ones that Mark has acquired on tour or at various tourist attractions.

‘Ok, I think we’re done!’ Mark announces, hanging the ‘Noah’s first Christmas’ ornament in between the Disneyland and Vancouver, Canada ornaments.

‘Can I do star now?’ Maeve immediately asks, causing the four of you to chuckle.

‘Of course you can baby girl, come on,’ Mark smiles fondly, picking up Maeve and hoisting her up so that she can reach the very top of the tree.

‘Go on Mae,’ Lucas encourages, clapping as Maeve slides the star on correctly.

‘Well done Mae,’ Mark grins, placing wet kisses on her cheek as she shrieks.

She claps excitedly, happy with the praise that she is receiving.

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‘Are you excited to meet Santa?’ Mark asks his three kids.

You’re surprised that he can even see them underneath the piles and piles of coats, scarves and gloves.

Maeve bounces on her toes, looking somewhat like a three foot tall lilac beach ball, ‘yeah!’

Maeve and Noah are practically vibrating in pure excitement while Lucas looks more apprehensive.

He’s ten now, so has begun to question the existence of Santa, and while naturally the three year old and the five year old are all for it.

‘Are you going to tell him what you want?’ You ask Mae, who nods rapidly.

‘I’ll tell him about aallll the toys that I want, and the puppy.’

’T-the what?’ Mark splutters, the first time he was hearing those words.

’She’s been talking about it for weeks,’ you explain, ‘ever since her seat mate at preschool got one.’

‘Right,’ Mark nods, tightlipped, ‘I’m sure Santa will make a good decision on that.’

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‘Goodnight, Mae-bee,’ Mark hums into the slightly lit room, the only source of light being her pink nightlight.

‘Wait, daddy?’ She chirps, reaching out for him from under her duvet covers.

‘Yes, angel?’

‘Can we have a cuddle?’

‘Maevie, it’s late-‘

‘But we haven’t snuggled in ages, you’re always at work and I miss you-‘

‘Okay, fine, just for five minutes.’

Mark picks up Maeve from underneath her armpits, carrying her through the hallway and into Lucas’ room. Lucas is the oldest, and so old enough to have a decent sized double bed in his room.

‘Mae requested snuggles,’ Mark explains, dropping Maeve down onto his bed, where she leans into her brothers side.

Mark prides himself on how close his children are. They rarely argue aggressively, but rather small spats that get resolved within minutes or petty fights over who has the biggest slice of cake. It’s no secret that Mae is the most affectionate amongst the three, constantly craving kisses and cuddles and love.

‘Dada,’ she mumbles like a baby who has just learned to speak, tiredness clearly taking over.

‘I’m coming, don’t worry.’

Mark somehow manages to get beside them, so that Maeve is in the middle clinging on to her Cinnamoroll stuffed toy. Maeve’s eyes flutter shut in the comfort of the presence of her father and brother.

Lucas just carries on playing his video game, after muting the volume so that she can be at peace.

‘What game are you playing?’ Mark questions in the form of a soft whisper.

‘It’s the one you got me for Christmas last year, remember?’

Mark does remember, although Christmas Day was the first he’d ever seen of it, considering you had bought all of the Christmas presents as Mark had been busy.

‘Oh, yeah, I remember now. They all look the same to me, though.’

‘It’s nice to have you here for Christmas…’ Lucas muses, still not taking his eyes away from the screen, ‘Mae talks about you all the time. She misses you when you’re at work.’

Mark fills with guilt, the thought of his baby girl wanting him to be there for her breaking his heart into tiny pieces.

‘Of course, she’s just a bit too young to fully understand… but I think she knows that you go away for us.’

Mark contemplates his words for a few seconds before swallowing the lump in his throat.

‘I’m happy I could be here too… just sad we didn’t make it to Canada this year.’

‘It’s alright… Maeve’s already experienced Canada Christmas with Grandma and Grandad twice before. She remembers the snow.’

Mark doesn’t say anything afterwards, eventually falling into a premature sleep with Mae between his arms.

By the time you notice the silence filling your house, all three- well, four of your babies are fast asleep, Noah curled up at the bottom of Lucas’ bed with a fluffy blanket thrown over him.

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Christmas Eve goes down a storm in the Lee household.

You make a massive effort to try and get Lucas in a festive mood, which proves incredibly difficult compared to Noah and Maeve, who are forever hollering about how Santa will be visiting that night.

You’re currently rounding up the younger two for bed, having allowed them to stay up for slightly longer to watch your favourite Christmas movie.

‘Mummy/mommy, we have to put out the cookies and milk for Santa,’ Noah reminds you.

‘I know I know, why don’t you three come help me, okay?’

The three kids trail through the corridor behind you and into the kitchen.

‘Lucas, you pour the milk, Noah you get the carrots for the reindeer, and Maeve, I’ll help you put our some cookies.’

Lucas and Noah do their respective jobs, the glass of milk fully poured and bag of carrots on the kitchen counter.

You open the packet for Noah, and he takes out a couple, dropping them onto the plate with a clunk. Lucas pours the milk without spilling any, and Maeve fusses over the packet of cookies, making grabby hands at a few and then putting them onto the plate next to the carrots.

‘Come on, Noah you can hold the glass and Lucas can carry the plate,’ you instruct, grabbing Mae’s tiny hand and walking towards the living room together.

‘On the mantelpiece,’ you say, prompting Noah and Lucas to put down the milk and food.

‘There we go, now bedtime little ones.’

‘But-‘ Noah tries to argue, but you instantly interject.

‘The faster you go to bed, the quicker Santa comes.’

Noah pouts but seems to understand your words, trailing out of the room and up the stairs. Mae is nearly out, eyes rolling into the back of her head in pure exhaustion.

You carry her to bed, covering her with her duvet and kissing her on the forehead gently.

Lucas goes to bed not long later, giving you and Mark the opportunity to take their gifts downstairs.

You wait until midnight to be sure all three of them are fast asleep before grabbing the bin bags full of wrapped presents.

‘You grab Maeve’s and I’ll take Noah’s,’ Mark says, trying his best to stay quiet as the separate gifts in Noah’s bag slide around and bump into each other.

You both tiptoe down the stairs, putting down the bin bags in the middle of the living room. You begin unpacking Mae’s while Mark goes back upstairs for Lucas’ bag, arranging her pile like you’re playing a game of Tetris on the smallest armchair.

Her gifts are all wrapped in silver paper with penguins dotted all over. You put minimal amount of sellotape on, hoping that they would be accessible for her to open.

Mark returns fairly quickly, flicking on the Christmas tree lights, for reasons you could only assume were ‘vibes.’

It’s a nice atmosphere, light small talk about how your three babies are growing up far too quickly, and discussing memories of Lucas’ first Christmas in Canada.

The presents are all unpacked and places on the chairs when you start cuddling on the bean bag. You know eventually you’ll have to move and go back upstairs so that the kids can wake you up in the morning, but for now it feels nice to just be alone together for a few minutes.

Mark’s skin is warm, and you rest your head in his neck.

‘I love Christmas,’ you whisper, ‘when we get to be together.’

‘I love it too. And I love our family so much.’

‘Lucas is so mature now, isn’t he? And Noah and Mae are so big.’

‘They really grew up in the blink of an eye… so I guess it’s true what they say…’

’They love you so much Mark. Even when you’re at work, it’s “when’s daddy coming home this,” “will daddy be home to tuck me in that”.’

‘My babies…’

‘It’s one in the morning, we should go back up to bed,’ you yawn between half lidded eyes.

‘It’s Christmas day, isn’t it? Merry Christmas, love.’

‘Merry Christmas, Markie.’

Mark suddenly produces some mistletoe out of seemingly nowhere, and uses his free arm to hold it above your heads.

‘You didn’t need to put up the mistletoe to ask to kiss me,’ you roll your eyes.

‘I’m trying to be romantic,’ he chuckles, catching your eyes.

It’s a soft kiss, filled with love and affection for each other. He tastes like the chocolate chip cookies that Maeve put out, with a slight hint of milk.

‘Come on, let’s go up to bed now. We’ve got a long day with three excitable kids to look forward to tomorrow.’

[give-grian-rights]

Bets Against The Void c6

Guess what’s back ! back again ! And with 600 words down already for the next one. This is short but i felt it deserved to be posted on its own, rather than slapped infront of another 1k words!

Chapter Six of Bets Against The Void!

Crossposted on Ao3

Whitelist au, by @petrichormeraki

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“Tommy.”

The blond grumbled, rolling on the floor as he tucked the corner of the blanket underneath himself.

“Tommy,” Tubbo repeatedly goggily, clearly having just woken up themself.

 Tommy took a breath, opening an eye to squint at the brunett. “Wha’ Tubbo..” He’d murmur, rubbing at his eye.

“..Why is there a bird here?”

Groaning, Tommy slumped upwards, peering towards the end of the teens’ makeshift bed. Indeed, there was the blue feathered yellow-cheeked parrot.

The bird cooed, shifting between its feet. “What’s your name?” It cawed, wings fluttering as it hopped up onto the blankets.

Letting out a sigh, Tommy turned towards Tubbo. “It’s Grian’s… Fuckin’... Beak or something. It breaks into here, apparently.”

“Ooh! Okay. Well. That makes a bit more sense.” They nodded, turning their head towards the bird. “It’s too early for this. Uh.. Go, dude.”

Prof. Beak just tilted its little head, before hopping and swooping off.

Tubbo flopped back down on the rough pillow, huffing. “What an impolite bird.”

Nodding, Tommy dropped back down as well. “This bed’s shit.” He grumbled, shifting and wiggling as he attempted to get comfier on the pile of blankets and wool they had piled in a tucked-away corner.

Sprawling out a bit more, Tubbo hummed. “Yeah. We’ll get a proper bed soon… This is kinda comfier than whatever you can throw together with a crafting menu, though.” They yawned.

With a moment of hesitation, Tommy turned his head towards Tubbo. “Tubbo. What are we gonna do?”

Tubbo threw their head towards him. “Whatcha mean?”

“The server? Our server? The server where you’re leading a country now?”

Mouth opening and closing again, Tubbo gave it a second of thought. “..I guess i’m not being a great president right now, huh?”

Tommy cringed.

“You’re- you’re definitely..The best. For what it counts.” He grimaced.

Sadly smiling, Tubbo messed with their unkempt mop of hair, the unruly and frizzy bangs shielding most of their face.

“We’ll probably be able to get back in soon.”

“..And what if we’re not? What if Dream did this on purpose?”

Tubbo’s expression faltered into a frown. “..I- maybe? Maybe he did?..But- no. no, he’d give us..Something. He wouldn’t just be done with us. I think he’d try to say something to us. Get the last word? Y’know? His..Grand finale for us?”

“Or he could just tell us to fuck off. Never let us get our finale word in. Never let us get any sorta chance. Or closure.”

“..Tommy, we’ll do what we can do. I know how much it all means to you. And… I don’t..Wanna let L’manburg down.”

The blond laid there for a moment. “..You won’t, Tubbo.”

Quietly Tubbo sighed. “Thanks. When it..Doesn’t feel like the asscrack of dawn i’ll try ‘n think.. Of what we should do to work on getting back to the server.”

“Back home..”

“...”

“...”

“Yep. Back home.” 

“...”

“Let’s go back to sleep..”

“..Yeah.”

[frxggie]

Deku or Bakugou?

You sighed as you laid hanging over the edge of Izuku's bed. He was gushing about some girl.

You and Izuku had become friends because you were pretty chill and you guys' personalities mixed perfectly. You had clicked when you two were partnered to spar.

"And her quirk is so cool- it's like zero-gravity..."

He kept droning on and on. You were trying your best to be happy for him but every word felt like a knife to the chest. You had really envisioned yourself falling for him. You hopped up from his bed.

"Mhm. I gotta go. Jirou texted me."

Jirou is your other best friend. You guys had gone to the same middle school.

"O-Oh! Okay!" Izuku smiled and waved at you as you exited his dorm.

You texted Jirou that you were on your way over. You threw the door to her dorm open and ran over to her bed and flopped over. You had tears in your eyes.

You looked up and she took a drag of the weed she was smoking. She held it out to you and the two of you began to smoke in utter silence as you just cried. Jirou understood you better than anyone.

You hated to admit it but you were jealous of her and her girlfriend, Momo. They were so happy together. Everything that you had wanted with Izuku.

Jirou was the first to break the silence.

"You should look for other guys to make him jealous."

"I- I don't really think that would work.. he really likes Uraraka." you said with a sigh.

"Don't you like anyone other than Midorya?"

"No. Not really." you said sadly.

Man, you had really had your sights set on Midorya. Maybe someone else would help you get over him? Was Jirou right?

You sighed and just took another drag. You'd figure it out tomorrow.

Well, tomorrow rolled around and you had a pounding headache. You pulled on your uniform and hurried to class. You looked towards your normal seat to see Uraraka sitting there. You smiled and waved at Izuku and did a thumbs up while Uraraka had her back turned.

You tried not to look hurt as you took the only other available seat. Luckily, it was next to Bakugou, who were were on pretty okay terms with. (I mean, it's Bakugou, how close could you get to him?)

"What's up with your face dumbass?" he asked with a smirk.

"Excuse me?" you said looking up and meeting his eyes.

"You look pissed. What's up?"

"Why do you care?" you scoffed. Bakugou had never asked you how you felt before.

"Because I think I know what's wrong I just wanna confirm so I can tell him." he laughed seeing your facial expression. "Alright, that's enough evidence for me."

He moved to call out to Izuku and you yanked his arm back.

"Dude, what the fuck? Leave them alone, he doesn't like me like that anyway. It's okay." you said.

"I was just trying to help." he said, rolling his eyes.

"God, you're insufferable." you said, putting your head down on your desk.

"Good morning class. Take your seats." Aizawa sighed and walked over to the board. Everyone fell silent and sat in their seats, as told, not eanting detention. And then he started his boring ass lesson.

"Psst." you heard from beside you.

You looked over to see Bakugou sliding a peice of paper with tic tac toe on it. You held in a laugh and put down an X next to the O he had already put down.

You two ended up filling up two sheets of paper front and back by the end of class with all your speed rounds of tic tac toe. Of course, almost every single one ended in a tie, due to both of you being ultra competitive.

"Hey, wanna be spar partners when we go to training?" you asked as you packed up your stuff.

"Tch. I'm assuming you have no one else so I guess. Is Deku with Round Face?"

You nodded and shrugged.

"There's nothing I can do about it. He likes her, not me."

"Yeah. Whatever. See you next class."

"Yeah." you said.

It was weird feeling after he left. He was so much more fun compared to Izuku. He was headstrong and feisty, but somehow it was better than Izuku's constant politeness and lack of humor. What the fuck is this feeling?!

A few weeks had passed. You and Izuku had grown kind of distant. He was constantly with Uraraka (they had started dating a week ago) and you and Bakugou had been hanging out often.

You knew that you were beginning to catch feelings for him, but you didn’t wanna admit it. You knew he wouldn’t like you back anyway.

Or so you thought.

You were hanging out with Bakugou in his dorm, playing Minecraft on his Xbox.

“NO! KILL IT I’M GONNA DIE!!” you yelled while laughing.

“KILL IT YOURSELF DUMBASS I’M TRYING TO BUILD.”

Man, he had rubbed off on you. Not that you minded. He had picked up some of your mannerisms too, but now you were twice as competitive as before, you yelled constantly, and you now enjoyed eating spicy things. 

You two had been playing video games for hours. It had to be at least 1 or 2 AM. You were exhausted but didn’t wanna admit it. So you casually laid your head in Bakugou’s lap while still playing.

“Tired?” he asked with a laugh.

“N-No! Of course not.” you said rolling your eyes and laughing.

Bakugou smiled and placed his controller down.

“Me too. Let’s go to bed.” he said. And then he did something completely unexpected. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to his bed.

“K-Katsuki!” you said nervously.

“What? We’re best friends aren’t we?” he said with a smirk as he got in beside you.

“Y-Yeah but-” 

You were cut off by his lips meeting yours. Your eyes widened in surprise for a second, but melted into him.

“I like you.” he said flatly after pulling away.

“I like you too, Katsuki.” you said softly.

You buried your head in his chest and he put his arms around you. You two fell asleep like that, feeling safe and comforted. Although Izuku may not have been your best friend anymore, you didn’t really mind because now you had Katsuki. You knew he would treat you a lot better than Izuku ever had anyway. He was more your type ;)

[lifesabe-ch]

the four times he heard you and the one time he didn’t - jj m.

request: can you write a jj imagine where he gets in a fight over you?

pairings: jj maybank x reader

warnings: arguing, boys being boys

word count: 4473

a/n: I originally just had the idea of not making it basic, JJ fighting Topper stuff, but then got SO carried away I'm sorry this is so long (also @pitaparka​ helped a lot, lets thank her too)

THE FIRST TIME JJ HEARD YOU...

“What’re you guys even watching anyway?”

“Shhh!”

You rolled your eyes as you sat besides John B., “Hmm?”

“What?”

“Hmm?” You repeated, mouth still stuffed full with popcorn, hand extending the bowl out to him.

He looked between you and the bowl for a minute before laughing, tossing a few into his mouth, “Didn’t you ever learn to not talk with your mouth full?”

“Shut up, asshole,” You said. “Do you want some?”

You reached the bowl out to JJ, slapping John B.’s hand away as he stretched to pull it back.

The blonde nodded, grabbing a hand full and popping it in his mouth, before gesturing to the empty space besides him, “Thanks. There’s more room near me if you, you know, wanted to sit here.”

You chuckled lightly, stretching your legs across John B.’s as you sat back, “But I’m already sitting?”

John B. muffled a snort at your oblivious response as JJ blushed, shaking his head, “Oh. Right. Yeah. I probably shouldn’t even have mentioned it, sorry.”

“What? It’s fine. I’m just comfortable,” you said, shrugging.

“Stop making it weird.”

JJ glared at John B., “I’m not making it weird. You’re making it weird by saying I’m making it weird. It wasn't weird till you said weird.”

He only rolled his eyes in response, “Dude, just shut up and watch the movie.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

You looked between the two of them, letting out a low whistle, “Bit of toxic masculinity going on here, guys.”

“Hey,” John poked your side, “You too. Shut up and watch the movie.”

Scoffing, you settled against the couch cushions, pulling the blanket he had across your legs as well.

The tension in the room slowly settled as the movie played, the three of you too immersed to pay attention to one another.

The movie was creepy to say the least. Cheap jumpscares usually didn’t get you. Cheap gore didn’t get you. Monsters didn’t get you much either.

But there was something about the spiders that made your skin crawl. So much so, that you couldn’t even bear looking at the screen.

Burying your face in John B.’s shoulder, you couldn’t see the glare JJ was giving the two of you.

“Seriously, spiders?”

“They’re creepy! I don’t like the way they move with all of their legs at the same time… and they’re really fast,” You groaned, mumbling into his shoulder.

“That’s the size of my hand!”

“Yeah, your hand doesn’t have fangs JJ.”

John B. gently taps your arm, “Hey, they’re gone, you can look now.”

Looking up at the screen, you screeched, before shoving him, “Liar!”

The pair erupted into laughter, watching as you hid your face in a pillow, “Next time I’m sitting with JJ.”

THE SECOND

“I need your help,” he says over the phone. The confusion on your face was evident, but he wasn’t there to see it.

“It’s a fucking fitted sheet, I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time with this.”

“What?” you question him, “John, what are you talking about?”

“You’re not doing anything are you?” he asks considerately.

“Uhhh,” you say, looking around your house. It’s not like you had anything planned, but you didn’t really want to go all the way to his house to help him put on a fitted sheet.

“You don’t have to stay long, JJ’s coming over later, I just need help.”

“Then have JJ help you, stupid,” you reply.

“Do you think JJ can figure out how to put a fitted sheet on a bed? I’ll even make you lunch, just pleeease. If you love me you’ll help me.”

“I’ll only come over if you make me fish and chips.”

“Okay-”

“But not the freezer kind.”

“Awh, dammit. Fine, whatever.”

The sheet sat untouched on his couch, him sitting sadly next to it, popping his head up from his phone as he looked up at you.

“Thank God. I even tried getting it on before you came over, but this is a two man job.”

“I still don’t know why you couldn’t have asked JJ. I’m only here for lunch I hope you know.”

“And it’s on its way. JJ is a godsend, but he’s a stupid godsend.”

“Well your first issue is that it’s on your couch, not your bed,” you say, making his way to his bedroom with the sheet.

His bed looks like a deluxe twin, which is probably why he was having such a hard time with it. An extra long bed and a sheet shrunk by its many times in the wash would call for all hands on deck.

“Okay, you go to the top, I’ll stay at the bottom, and we can try to put it on that way.”

Turns out, he was very right about calling you over. Every time you went to put one corner on, the other one you had just put on snapped back into the center. Once, you had gotten three corners on, but then as John went to put the last corner on, he stretched it too much and the opposite corner flew off. As you reached for it, John kneeling carefully on the center of the bed, stretching the sheet onto the corner, the two you had previously put on snapped to the middle, covering his feet and hands, and you both groaned in annoyance. You tried multiple different approaches, all unsuccessful. It got to a point where you two had to research online how to put on the damn thing.

“The sheet is too small, John,” you chide. He scoffs.

“Yeah, well, it’s the only one I have, and I’ve gotten it on the bed before, I just can’t right now for some reason.”

“It’s probably because you shrunk it more, you moron.”

“Okay, let’s try this. I’ll put mine on, then I’ll come down and help you-”

“We’ve already tried that. It didn’t work. Let’s just buy another sheet, John, this is getting ridiculous.”

“No! We can get this sheet on the bed, let’s just, okay let’s just stretch it out as much as we can and then put it on at the same time.”

You rolled your eyes, but humored him. Your arms shaking with how hard you had to stretch it, you and John managed to put the sheet on the bed. You both flopped down next to each other, spreading your arms as wide as you could, feeling the muscles in your biceps burn.

“That sucked.” You said to him. With perfect timing, JJ entered through the front door.

“Don’t you ever lock your door?” You say to John as you make your way out of his room.

“Oh hey Y/N. What’s up?” JJ says, brown bag in hand. The bottom is saturated in grease, and the familiar fish and chips smell filled your nose.

“Hi! Thank you JJ!” You cried, taking the bag from his hands and setting it down on the kitchen table.

“I paid for that,” John said, annoyed.

“You also promised me fish and chips,”

“I got you fish and chips!” John protests.

“No, JJ got me fish and chips. Everyone say thank you JJ.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Thank you JJ,” said JJ.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here,” JJ said to you as you made yourself a plate and fetched the ketchup from the fridge.

“Oh, yeah. I’m just gonna eat and leave,” you said to him.

“Why were you here?” He asks inquisitively. He takes a seat down at the table next to you, stealing fries from the bag.

“I was…” you finish your mouthful. “I was putting a fitted sheet on John’s bed.” you say. JJ’s eyebrows furrow.

“Why did he need you to do it? No offence, I just, I was coming over.”

“That’s what I said!” you exclaimed. John glared at you. JJ glares at John. You glare at the lack of fries on your plate.

“I couldn’t get it on,” said John, taking a plate for himself and loading it with fish and chips and whatever strange white sauce he had in his fridge.

“Yeah, that makes two of us,” JJ mutters. You throw your elbow into his shoulder.

“Shut up,” you say, reaching into the bag for more fries, to find there were none. You settle for stealing more off of John’s plate.

“Hey!” John protests, but you cut him off.

“You owe me these for whatever just happened in there.”

You stop taking fries when John piles more white sauce on them, and your stomach has stopped grumbling. You wash your hands in his sink, thank John for the experience, thank JJ for the food, and are on your way back to your house, unaware of the uneasiness settling in JJ’s stomach. And it wasn’t from the fish.

THE THIRD 

You drummed lightly on the log you were sitting on, watching the party go on in full swing. Everyone was having a good time. They were talking, laughing… even the few kooks that had snuck in hadn’t bothered anyone yet.

“Counting the grains of sand?”

Glancing up at JJ, you nodded, “Yep. Then I wait for the tide to come in, so I can count them all over again.”

Rolling his eyes at your sarcasm, he sat down with a slight nudge, “Seriously, what’re you doing all the way over here?”

“Taking a break.”

“From?”

“The drunk people.”

He laughed lightly, gesturing to your solo cup, “Aren’t you drinking?”

“That’s different,” You scoffed. “I’m drinking, not drunk. Some people are absolutely wasted. Like… look, that girl talking to John B.!”

You both look over in the direction you mentioned, watching as the redhead draped herself against John’s arm, almost spilling her cup in the process.

Looking back at JJ, you clicked your tongue in annoyance, “See? Gross.”

He shrugged in response, taking a sip from his own cup, “I don’t know. I bet you he’s loving it.”

You rolled your eyes, gaze wandering back over to where John was with the girl, clearly not loving it. You were silent for a moment, you watching them, JJ watching you. Eventually, he heaves a sigh, quietly setting his cup down besides him.

You glance at him as he stands, extending a hand to you, “Come on.”

You don’t respond, instead just quirk an eyebrow.

“Seriously. Come on. Let’s go save him. Then we can hang out, yeah?”

This causes a smile to break out on your lips, your hand finding his as you allow him to pull you up, “This is why you’re my favorite.”

At this, JJ’s smile grew, his hand giving yours a squeeze as the two of you made your way over to John.

When you got close enough, you drop his hand, jogging slightly ahead and placing your arms around John B’s waist, “There you are!”

His eyes quickly dart between you and the girl, giving you a slight nod of approval. You take this as a sign to continue.

Her grip immediately tightened on his bicep, eyes narrowing, “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/N, John’s girlfriend,” You extend your free hand to her, letting John’s arm wrap loosely around your waist.

JJ scoffed lightly as he got close enough, his previous grin completely wiped from his features as he crossed his arms over his chest and took in the scene before him. The girl did nothing to hide her shock, stepping slightly back from John’s arm.

“I’m sorry, girlfriend?”

John nodded, shrugging, “What can say? I love being tied down.”

“And I love doing the tying.”

The girl huffed, turning on her heel and walking away, leaving the two of you to burst into giggles.

“That was absolutely awful.”

John grinned, nudging you lightly, “What? I thought it was good?”

“It wasn't,” JJ scoffed.

“It wasn't,” You repeated, shaking your head. “We can do better. Maybe we should type out a script.”

“We could practice it at my house.”

Shrugging, you continued, “Well yeah. We need a signal. For when we don’t want to be talking to other people. So the other can swoop in.”

“And if there’s no one we’re interested in, we’ll just pretend to be together from the get-go.”

You nodded, keeping your arm linked with his as the two of you began walking, “Yes! I feel like we could really make it believable. JJ, are you coming?”

Shaking his head, the boy kicked at the sand before begrudgingly following his two friends, muttering under his breath, “JJ, are you coming?”

THE FOURTH

You laid on one of the boat’s benches, pulling your hat down to cover your face from the sun.

You were meeting the others here but, as always, they were late. So, it was just you and John B. on the boat. Him, fixing something or other. You, being all types of distracting and unhelpful.

“When are you going to tell everyone else?”

He glanced back at you slightly before continuing to do whatever it was he was doing. “Tell them what?”

“About Sarah.”

Your answer was plain and simple, but something about it had John B. standing upright and walking over to you.

“How do you know about that?”

Glaring up at him and the shadow now cast over you, you waved him off, “Can you move? You’re blocking the sun.”

“How do you know about that?” He repeated, not moving an inch.

Sighing, you sat up and placed your floppy hat besides you, “JB, I know everything. Frankly, I’m offended you didn’t tell me yourself. I had to see the two of you making out on the pier.”

John B. could only stare at you in shock, shaking his head slightly, “You couldn’t have seen us I… You’re not going to tell anyone, right?”

You shook your head, scoffing lightly, “Do you seriously think I would do that?”

“I don’t know… you and JJ seem pretty close. Maybe you mentioned it by accident.”

Ignoring the blush that dusted your cheeks at the mention of the blonde haired boy, you tsked, “I wouldn’t do that to you John, you know that!”

He nodded, leaning against the center console with a sigh. The two of you were silent for a moment, listening to the seagulls screaming overhead. But the silence between you two didn’t last long.

You were hopping up from your spot and nudging him excitedly in no time, “So… tell me more about it!”

He chuckles, “Listen, there’s nothing to tell.”

“Nothing to tell? Come on, that can’t be true. I’ve already seen the two of you macking on each other!”

“Right, but that’s all we do.”

“So…?”

“So,” he continued, “It’s like I don’t know how to act around her. I completely forget how to talk.”

You frown slightly at this, taking in his serious expression, “You just need practice.”

“Yeah, Y/N, lemme call her over and ask if she’ll sit there with headphones in—”

“No, idiot, practice on me.”

He shakes his head, instantly stepping away from you, “Nope. Uh-uh.”

“Come on! You need the help, you said so yourself.”

“No I did not.”

“Well, you implied it,” You say, taking a step closer to him. “And it’s just me. I won’t even make fun of you. Just… pretend I’m Sarah.”

Heaving a sigh, John B. sat down in front of you, muttering, “This is so weird.”

Kicking his shin softly, you gesture for him to continue, chuckling as he flips you off.

“Sarah… I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a complete idiot-”

“Just say it.”

“I really like you. Whenever I’m with you I just feel like…”

“Like you’re floating?”

“Floating? What? Who says that?”

“That’s a thing people say, in movies and stuff. Like on cloud nine.”

“What happened to clouds 1-8?”

“Dude just go with it.”

“Fine. Yes, Sarah. Like I’m floating. You make me so happy. And you’re absolutely gorgeous, and funny, and smart… and overall not that bad for a kook.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Maybe leave that bit out?”

“Right… But you’re amazing. I really like spending time with you? Date me?”

“No ew. Don’t say date me. Be like, ‘Will you go out with me?’ or ‘Wanna go on a date sometime?”

Before John B. can respond, JJ hops onto the boat, Pope and Kie in tow, grinning at the two of them, “Am I late?”

“Are you ever early?”

Chuckles are shared between the boat’s guests, before John B. pulls the boat away from the pier.

Once further out on the water he glances over at Y/N, who had reclaimed her stretched out position on the bench, her head resting on JJ’s lap.

“So… you’re awesome. Like… one of the coolest girls I know. And you’re absolutely stunning.”

Immediately catching on to what he was doing, you smile, sitting up as you nod, “Awh, John B., you shouldn’t have.”

JJ looks between the pair before making eye contact with Pope, muttering, “He seriously shouldn’t have.”

“I love spending time with you. And I want to spend more time with you.”

“Okay…?”

“Do you think you’d want to go on a date sometime?”

Grinning, you stand up, high fiving JB’s free hand, “Yes!”

“Guys, do I have to remind you of our no pogue on pogue rule?”

The two of you ignored the others as you laughed, clearly enjoying the new inside joke between you. As he stopped the boat in the water, you continued.

“Oh, John B., I’m glad you finally asked me!”

“Finally?” JJ questioned, matching the other two’s confused expressions as they watched the interaction.

“Sneaking around was getting soooo exhausting.”

John nodded, “Now we don’t have to, it’s all out in the open. Everyone can know that I’m macking-”

“Me,” You nudge, shushing him before he accidentally says Sarah’s name.

“What the fuck?” JJ exclaims, out of the blue.

Pope pulls JJ back as he stands, but JJ breaks out of his hold, shoving John B. backwards.

“Hey!”

“JJ!”

“Seriously, J.B?”

John B. huffs, shoving JJ back, an annoyed look on his features, “Seriously what, JJ? I didn’t do anything.”

“You know exactly what you did.”

The pair glare at each other, only stepping back when Kie steps in between the two of them, “What is wrong with you guys?”

JJ scoffs loudly before moving to sit on the far end of the boat, “Whatever. This stupid trip was pointless anyway.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

“That’s funny,” JJ said, “Considering it was your idea.”

“Yeah, and this is my boat. You decided to tag along.”

“You invited me,” JJ scoffed.

“You coulda turned me down,” John B. waved him off, “Yet here you are.”

Flipping him off, JJ rolled his eyes, “Fuck you, John B. I’m sick of everything being about you.”

“What exactly was about me?”

“What wasn't?”

“Uh, everything?” John emphasized. His hands are firm on the wheel, unmoving. Just like the boat. And also your trip, for the time being.

“This is a stupid argument guys,” Pope cut in, glancing between his friends, “Maybe we should all just, shut up.”

“You’re a stupid argument,” JJ retorted, launching all three of them into argumentative chaos.

Groaning loudly, you stood from your spot, throwing your arms up, “Pope, shut up. This isn’t about you,”

Kie nodded with your statement.

“JJ, shut up. This isn’t about you. John B., shut up. This isn’t about you. This is about me. I’m trying to enjoy my trip.”

With that, the boat erupted into arguing again. And this time, you and Kie weren’t left out of it.

THE ONE TIME HE DIDN’T 

You pushed open the door to John’s house, tossing your bag onto the kitchen counter. Ignoring the look he was giving you, you pulled open his fridge and grabbed a beer, holding one out to him as well.

“Uh, what’re you doing here?”

Ignoring the question, you set the beer you had taken out for the two of you down, before rummaging through his cabinets for some snacks.

“Don’t you have anything good in here- Ooh, never mind, I found some chips.”

“Aren’t you mad at me?’

Sighing, you turned to face the boy in front of you. God, sometimes he could be a real idiot.

“We had plans.”

He opened the bottle, shrugging, “So you’re just not mad at me anymore?”

“Of course I’m still mad at you! But, we said we’d watch this movie together today. And I want to watch it.”

“Okay… so you’re gonna not talk to me the whole time?”

“No!” You reprimanded. “I’m willing to overlook my anger for the next…” Checking your watch for dramatic effect, you grinned, “Two hours.”

Chuckling, the two of you made your way over to the couch, both making yourself comfortable before pressing play on the film. The movie started off slow but quickly picked up in speed, having the two of you roped in in no time. You were both on the edge of your seats, eyes glued to the screen.

The only thing pulling you from the action was a small knock at the door.

Glancing briefly at John B., you gestured to the door, “You wanna get that?”

“Nah, you locked it, right?”

You nodded, already facing the screen once more, “Yup.”

“Can’t be anyone important.”

As if on cue, another knock came, this time louder. Pressing pause on the remote, you glared at John, “Make them go away.”

Groaning, JB made his way over to the door, unlocking it before pulling it open. On the other side, an annoyed looking JJ was bouncing foot to foot.

“Do you have my hoodie?”

“What?”

“Do you have my hoodie?”

Blinking slowly at JJ, John B. leaned against the door frame, “Why would I have your hoodie?”

“I know you have it,” JJ continued, gesturing into the small home, “It’s in there-”

“Why would I take your hoodie?”

“Did I say you took it? No, I just… I know it’s here.”

John rolled his eyes, “JJ, why would your hoodie be here?”

JJ groaned, “Oh my god, John, because I left it here-”

“I think it’s right here.”

Narrowing his eyes, JJ tried to glance around John B., “Is that…?”

Poking your head from behind him, you smiled at JJ, extending his hoodie to him, “Here you go.”

“She’s here?”

“Yeah, she’s-”

“Lemme guess, helping you put sheets on your mattress?”

“What? No-”

“Is that why the door was locked?” JJ huffed, pushing past both of you into the house.

“What?” Glancing back as John B., you walked over to JJ, “JJ what’re you talking about?”

“Seriously, what is going on between the two of you?”

You and John B. burst into laughter at the insinuation he was making. You found it hilarious, but JJ did not.

“Shit, guys, I’m sick of catching you sneaking around-”

“What?”

“Woah, buddy, we have not been sneaking around!”

“You’re telling me,” JJ shook his head, “I’ve caught you two together a load of times!”

“We’re not together!” You shouted in defense of yourselves.

“Then how do you explain what you guys were doing on the boat?”

“John B. needed practice for talking to a girl he likes,” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

“And with the mattress?”

“We spent an hour fighting the sheet,” added John.  

“That doesn’t soothe my nerves.”

“Like, literally putting the sheet on his bed, you nasty.”

“And the party…?” JJ continued, suddenly feeling a lot dumber.

“You were there!”

“I know but-”

You cut him off, shaking your head, “I was just helping a friend out, JJ”

“But you wouldn’t sit next to me during the movie!” He whined, reminding you concerningly of a child in this specific moment.

“That’s what you-! I couldn’t, you make me nervous!”

John B. let out a low whistle, shaking his head, “I’m gonna let you two talk this one out. I’ll be in my room.”

The two of you were quiet as you watched JB leave, your eyes falling to the floor in embarrassment of what you had just said.

“Why do I make you nervous?”

You glance up at him, sighing at his confused expression,“Because I like you, you idiot.”

His shock was obvious, his mouth hanging slightly ajar as he searched for what to say, “I… Everyone thinks you like John.”

You groan loudly, walking away from him and into the kitchen, “No, JJ, nobody thinks I like John! You’re the only one who thinks I like John.”

“But…” he goes to explain, following behind you, but has no words.

“You really thought I liked John?” you ask, and he nods his head softly, eyes wide as if to say, “Uh, yeah. That’s what I just said.”

“I just kind of thought you didn’t like me back,” you said, and he laughs.

“Are you crazy? I thought you didn’t like me! I was ready to push John B. off of his own boat over you!”

“How could you think I didn’t like you? I’m always with you…” you mutter, as if to prove it.

“Yeah, you’re always with John B., too. We’re friends, we hang out, it’s what we do. I just… you never wanted to be with me though.” His eyes trace the lines in John B.’s floor, his arms crossed. He touches his face nervously.

“You were always sitting with John, or talking to John, and you’re always over at his house and-”

“Oh my God, JJ, get over yourself, please,” you force out. It’s almost angry and JJ can tell. He lets his shoulders fall. His puppy dog eyes burn through your entire body.

“I’m telling you right now, JJ, one hundred percent, I like you... Do you feel the same?”

“How could I not?” He says, and you notice how close he’s standing to you. His eyes are still soft, but he’s confident. For some reason, you acknowledge the blush (or the sunburn) that tints his cheeks rosy.

“What are you gonna do about it?” you taunt, but your words are empty, unlike your hands, which JJ places in his own.

Your breathing punctures the room’s atmosphere.

He kisses you.

You don’t know what to do besides enjoy it, wrapping your arms around his neck like something out of a romance movie, him cupping your face in his hands. Neither of you have any idea what you’re doing, but it feels nice to be in his arms, after having waited so patiently for so long.

“Hey guys,” John called, poking his head into the kitchen, as the two of you pull slightly away from each other. “I’m still here. I live here, you know. So… if you’re thinking of doing that, don’t.”

“JB!”

“What? I’m just saying… I don’t have a guest room… and-! And I just washed these sheets!”

“We know, John B., that’s what got us here in the first place.”

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𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 | bakugou

gasoline rain - bakugou x reader

synopsis: when bakugou gets swept up in business and doesn’t have time to see his partner, you get lonely.

gender neutral pronouns/none mentioned

tw: none that i’m aware of.

word count: 1.5K

somehow, you had managed to steal the heart of the fabled lord explosion murder. despite his infamous reputation, you had somehow done it. and in reality, you were proud and prideful for it.

you hadn’t been dating long, it had been for a couple of weeks, but you could never really see bakugou because of his training in ua highschool. you wished you were up to par to get into ua, but sadly you weren’t and had to support your lover from the side. but you didn’t mind all too much. what bothered you was never really being able to see bakugou a lot.

this week had been particularly long. the sky was a faint shade of gray with scattered rain. the rain pitter pattered against the window that you laid close to in your bed. with a glum look, you stared out the window, thoughts swirling around your head. 

you and bakugou had been planning a lovely beach picnic, but to your dismay the weather did not seem to let up. you sighed as this was the third time you had to reschedule a date this week. despair was growing in your stomach, wondering if you and your boyfriend were really meant to be. 

fate seemed to say ‘no’ when you put the numerous times you’ve had to reschedule your dates in the past month into consideration. most of them had been due to bakugou having to go back to ua for some random thing that popped up- he never really went into detail.

the pressure on bakugou had to be just as bad, you thought to yourself. you missed the spikey haired blonde boy with all your heart. you missed his loving affection and care he would give you. that affection was what you were wishing for at the current moment. to be in his arms and just held until you both fell asleep.

a small ding from your phone brought you back to the world, interrupting your thoughts. you turned to the bedside table clicking on your phone to the lock screen. your lock screen happened to be a photo of you and bakugou cuddling in your favorite soft white blanket. you slid the picture to the left, opening the message sent by bakugou. 

it was a short “i love you <3” and “have a good day gorgeous!” as per every morning. a smile met your lips as you stared at the message. bakugou sending small cute messages to you made your heart flutter. it made you love being bakugou’s chosen significant other. you were glad that despite being away from him, he still reminded you of his love for you.

you decided to pop in some earbuds and play your favorite spotify playlist as you stared at the rain tapping your window. it was the little moments when you missed your bakugou the most. you missed his gravelly voice, his snarky remarks, and his small smiles he would always shoot in your direction. 

you went to your home page before reluctantly tapping the gallery app on your cell phone. you tapped on the first image of bakugou running toward you with a popsicle. it had just turned autumn and you wanted to share one last taste of summer with the boy you had fallen for. the popsicle was cherry, you remembered. bakugou had shoved your popsicle in your face causing a small puddle of red to be on your cheek. he had pointed out the small mess before licking it off your cheek himself.

when you thought about it, the moment had still made you blush. you felt the blood rise up across your face all over again like it had the moment it happened, drinking it in. you covered your face with the palm of your hand to hide your blush despite being alone and let out a little lovesick breath. you took a moment to calm down.

finally, the image of the boy’s tongue on your face faded away and you felt ready to look at the next memory. taking your palm away from your face, you swiped right to the next image. it was a sleepy bakugou shooing you away. you found this image extremely hilarious as he had fallen asleep on your bed and you kept poking him to the point he was basically pushing you away. you giggled slightly before your frown returned. 

you were once again filled with emptiness ironically. you felt hot tears drizzle down your face. the tears pooled at the bottom of your chin, no longer hot tears but a subtle cold. your tear hitting the phone screen alerted you to the fact you were crying. you turned off your phone not wanting to be more ludicrous and sad. 

you thought it might be best to get more sleep as you didn’t have school this particular friday. you pulled out your usual white fluffy blanket and cocooned yourself turning up the music to drown out your thoughts. you closed your eyes feeling a wetness sweep into your pillow from your eyes. you didn’t mind though, all you really felt right now was cold. you huddled your body closer together hoping to retain more heat.  

upon reawakening to your doorbell you checked the time on your phone. “8:30?” you mumbled hazily. you slipped out of bed looking into your full body mirror. your eyes were swollen from crying. you sighed, rubbing your eyes as a small attempt to counter the puffiness. 

another ring at the doorbell. you mumbled some rather unpleasant words to yourself before heading to the apartment door. you peeped through the eye hole to see your partner himself. 

what was he doing here? you thought he wouldn’t be back for another two days! he had told you before that he wouldn’t be able to make time to see you. what was going on?

you quickly stumbled to turn the door handle to welcome in your beloved. twisting quickly, the door swung open revealing the beautiful sight you’d ever seen in your lifetime. his spiky blonde hair sticking out as it pleased and his red eyes meeting your expectantly with a smile. he held a bag in his left hand and his other on the door frame, leaning into it.

his eyes immediately met yours and he stood straight, his smile fading into a frown on his face. he let himself in and made a beeline for the kitchen. the blonde immediately set his bags on the counter before turning to you and wrapping you into a firm embrace. “god dammit, y/n. i’m sorry”. 

you just let out a confused noise, not fully understanding what there was to be sorry for. remembering your crying earlier snapped you back to it. he must have noticed the redness around your eyes. “no, no you're fine this is from earlier.” you stuttered out.

“earlier doesn’t make it better, you idiot.” bakugou’s embrace became tighter as he nuzzled his face into your neck. he gave you a few earnest kisses on your neck every couple seconds. you leaned into him, staying like that for a moment longer, making you immediately feel the warmth of his skin and with that his endearment.

 bakugou quietly muttered an “i love you”, hugging you impossibly tighter. you quickly responded with a “no, i love you.” hesitantly, he loosened his grip and straightened up. you looked up to meet his gaze. grabbing you around the waist, he looked down at your face, reaching up with one hand to caress your cheek.

“hungry?” he asked, handing you a hot box that you assumed was filled with dinner.

“what is it?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

“open it you moron.” was a reasonable response from bakugou. 

rolling your eyes, you grabbed two forks from your drawer, and walked with your food and the forks to your room, bakugou following close behind. you scurried over to your bed carefully to not drop your food. you opened the box and let out a squeal of joy when you found your favorite takeout food.

you patted the space next to you as bakugou ran over basically belly-flopping on the bed. “hey! my food! you’re gonna spill it!” you lifted your food as an attempt for it not to all go over on your bed. 

after a brief scolding you clicked on the tv to a random netflix show. you both sat and watched the show, bakugou occasionally grabbing a few bits of your food with his fingers when you didn’t think you’d notice- you did. you both just spent the night cuddling, watching, and telling each other sweet nothings.

you packed your food away, having some leftovers for tomorrow. after your meal, you and bakugou decided to cuddle and talk about whatever came to your mind.

after a while of cuddling, you start to feel your eyes become heavy, the conversation becoming just short responses or just humming a yes or no. 

suddenly, you felt a hand take your chin and lift your face up to meet a pair of lips on your own. you kissed him back with a familiar hot feeling rushing through your cheeks. bakugou brushed a strand of hair out of your face pulling away, “you know you're the perfect idiot right?”. you nodded frantically before bringing his face up to yours, a classic table turn you thought. this resulted in bakugou bringing your body closer before pulling away. the two of you just cuddled until the all powerful force of sleep took over.

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Imagine being Bolin’s best friend for years and harbouring feelings for him but managing to keep them hidden. Until Korra and Mako break Bolin’s heart and you accidentally confess your feelings to him...

You heard a faint crying noise getting louder and louder but didn’t realise it was Bolin until he threw the loft door open and you saw him crying his eyes out. Tears were streaming down his face and petals flowed around him as the flowers he held crumpled in his hands. He dropped them in a clump on the floor and rushed to his room slamming the door. You could still hearing him crying as he dramatically flung himself on the bed and buried his head in his pillow. "Bolin?" You called rushing to his door "Bolin? What’s wrong?". Bolin gave you a muffled reply full of tears and you had no idea what he said. "Erm can you repeat that?" you asked. Bolin did but it was even more hysterical then before and more of a screetch than anything. "Bolin please open the door so i can hear you better" you sighed trying the locked door handle anxiously. "Bolin!" you called when you didn’t get any reply. Suddenly the lock clicked and the door swung open. Pabu poked his head around and you realised the fire ferret had unlocked it for you. "Thanks buddy" you smiled and Pabu ran up your arm burying his head in your neck, apparently just as upset as Bolin. Bolin was laid limbs sticking out faced down on his bed, his head stuffed into a pillow which only slightly muffled his sobbing. You stroked Pabu and approached Bolin. "Bolin?" you called placing a hand on his back to let him know you were here. He jumped and turned his head to see you. "Hi Y/n" he sniffed still crying. "Hey" you said sitting down on the space beside him "wanna tell me what’s wrong?". Bolin sniffled for a while composing himself before he flopped onto his back dramatically, starfishing on the bed. He explained how he’d asked Korra out and their date went amazingly...but then not hours later he caught her and Mako kissing. Right after he’d just bought her flowers too. Bolin started crying again after he finished his story and you felt just as emotional, however your emotion was more anger. How dare Korra and Mako do this to him! Bolin was the sweetest, nicest, most gentlemanly man you’d ever met! Korra and Mako should've treated him better, they clearly didn’t realise what an amazing guy Bolin was. Right on time the door slammed open and Mako appeared. "Bolin" he said out of breath "Bolin don’t cry i’m sorry!". "Go away" Bolin yelled and you agreed. You rushed to stop Mako coming in the room knowing it’d make Bolin worse and pushed him hard in the chest. "Nope, i think you should leave him alone after what you’ve done". "After what i’ve done?" Mako asked and you nodded "was it someone else who kissed Korra?". "No but it wasn’t just me! Korra was there too!". "Yes but she has the decency to hide away while Bolin is...." you were thinking of a word to make Bolin’s current state less dramatic when Bolin started sobbing loudly again and you frowned "...processing". "Y/n come on!" Mako frowned and you glared "he is my best friend! It’s my job to protect him from people and look after him and right now that means getting you to leave him alone!". Mako rolled his eyes but you carried on glaring at him. "Fine just look after him please" Mako sighed and you raised an eyebrow "of course i will, i’d never hurt him". Mako sighed walking away defeated and you shut the door sharply. Bolin halted as Pabu jumped on him and looked at you "is he gone?". You nodded and sunk down beside Bolin. You laid beside him and frowned. You were never too good with words, Bolin was the talker in the friendship, you just listened so you didn’t know what to say to make him feel better. You thought about what Bolin would do if the roles were reversed and an idea came to you. You hugged Bolin tightly, knowing how much he loved to hug everyone and anyone and figured he needed one. Bolin was unresponsive at first but then turned into you and you wrapped your arms around him letting him bury his head against you. His shoulders shook as he carried on crying and you held him tighter, struggling not to get upset seeing your best friend so sad. Eventually the crying got quieter and quieter until it stopped. You still kept a hold of Bolin though and he still held onto you too. "I’m sorry" Bolin said suddenly "for being such a mess". "Don’t you dare apologise" you told him and he sniffed. "Is this not uncomfortable for you?" Bolin asked only now realising he was partially laying on you "i feel like im crushing you". Knowing Bolin secretly liked to be held and loved to be the little spoon you smiled and shook your head "nope you're pretty light". Bolin smiled and relaxed more against you. You patted his arm and sighed "you know Mako and Korra didn’t mean to hurt you right?". Bolin nodded "yeah...but it still sucks it’s just, i thought she....i thought she actually kinda liked me". Your heart broke to hear Bolin’s voice so small and unsure and you gripped him tighter. "She seemed to enjoy the date but i guess it was just as friends" Bolin sighed. "Well it’s her loss" you couldn't help but comment "Korra would be lucky to have you, any girl would!". "Yeah right...until Mako comes alone" Bolin smiled sadly "no girl would choose me over Mako". "That’s insane!" you said a little louder than you meant to "Bolin you have so many amazing qualities! You shouldn’t compare yourself to Mako, you’re Bolin and that would be amazing to a lot of girls..." you trailed off blushing. "Ow yeah like who" Bolin smirked and you paused. "Well me for instance". Bolin and even Pabu froze and looked at you. You panicked and back tracked "i just mean i’ve always thought you were the better brother...i never got why Mako got more attention, my attention was always captured by you and as we became friends that just grew and grew and erm...you said nobody would pick you over Mako but i would". "You would?" Bolin asked and you nodded "everytime". You could see Bolin trying to process everything in his head and were scared what he would think when he reached the correct conclusion you liked him which you’d made very obvious. "Well i’d best go now you’re feeling better" you said awkwardly and Pabu chittered to Bolin rapidly as you headed for the door. "Y/n wait!" Bolin called. He stumbled onto his feet knocking his small room apart as he lurched after you and nearly took you out as he crashed into the door forcing you to close it and kind of accidentally trapping you against it. "Y/n when you said all that..." he breathed haggerdly "did you mean...do you choose me? Do you like me? Not just compared to Mako but really like me?". Your heart was hammering so loudly you were suprised Bolin couldn’t hear it and you felt like the room had been heated rapidly. "I erm...i.." you babbled your throat now dry "i...i’ve always liked you" you gulped. "Always?" Bolin asked "all these years?". You nodded not sure if the shock on Bolin’s face was good or bad. "Always" you breathed. Bolin moved away from you and started pacing and you panicked. "Bolin i’m sorry" you cried "i shouldn’t have told you...it’s okay that you don’t like me, i gave up hoping anything would ever happen ages ago so it’s not like i’m expecting things i just thought you should know not every girl will overlook you and that you’re just as good as Mako...well i guess it’s better in my opinion but the principles the same" you stuttered but Bolin still had his back to you. "Bolin?" you asked scared. Bolin whipped around and you jumped back bumping into the door but Bolin followed you. His eyes were brighter than usual but his expression was unreadable "you like me?". You nodded "but as i was saying i don’t expect anything" when Bolin cut you off kissing you. It was only a quick kiss, Bolin broke it as abruptly as he started it, his eyes snapping open to look at you. Bolin checked your reaction as if not believing you at your word "you really like me?" he asked again and you nodded "yes".  Bolin grinned and kissed you again, this time for longer. You were pressed against the door as Bolin got overly excited and he apologised realising he’d almost pushed you up the door in his haste. "I can’t believe it" he breathed coming up for air "i always just thought we’d be good friends forever". "So you like me too?" you asked and Bolin blushed "i’ve had a crush on you for years, i actually made Mako swear never to date you". "You did?" you asked and Bolin nodded "i was too scared to ask you out but that didn’t mean i could handle Mako beating me to it...gosh if it’d been you and Mako i saw today..." Bolin trailed off going pale and you smiled pulling his face gently to make him look at you. "I wouldn’t do that because Mako is not the brother i like, it’s you Bolin". Bolin grinned picking you up effortlessly and moving you so you were no longer trapped against the door. Used to Bolin lifting you, you wrapped yourself around him and Bolin smiled tracing your cheek with his free hand (yes Bolin could lift you with one hand). "I’m never gonna tire of hearing you say that" he grinned and kissed you again.

Mako’s POV

Korra burst into Mako and Bolin’s apartment ready to force Bolin to accept her apology when she saw Mako relaxing on the sofa with Pabu, not a care in the world. He had a towel wrapped around his head covering his ears and Pabu had a little one around his head too. "Mako...why are you so calm? Where’s Bolin and what’s that on your head?". Mako moved her into the hallway and only then pulled the towel away. "Ow Bolin’s fine" he nodded. "How can he be? He was crying!". "Y/n" Mako said simply. Korra frowned "what does y/n have to do with it?". "I don’t know how but whatever we did made her confess her feelings and i think Bolin’s forgotten all about us". "He has? He’s okay?". "From the sounds of it" Mako winced and Korra stared confused before blushing "ow...oww wow". "Yeah can we go out please the towel only blurred so much and i can’t take much more". Korra nodded "come on i think we owe Bolin a night with y/n undisturbed".

The next morning

You awoke to sunlight streaming in through a window and it took you a second to realise that it wasn’t the usual view from your window. The previous evening’s events came flooding back and you looked behind you to see a very adorable bed head Bolin. Bolin was awake and smiled meeting your eye “good you’re awake!” he said shooting up”I was going to make breakfast but didn’t know what you wanted” he grinned at you. You blushed but we’re still in disbelief this was real, that things could be this perfect. “Do you want pancakes?” Bolin asked turning on his side to face you better “I can make pancakes and Mako bought blueberries yesterday!”. You nodded and Bolin jumped up to go make them. You we’re still worried though and called out to him. Bolin paused immediately at your tone and frowned sitting beside you “y/n what’s wrong?”. “Nothing” you sighed "just...Bolin what happened between us...you were upset and emotional so was that, did last night mean the same for you as it did for me?". Bolin frowned "what do you mean?". "Well was that...was I a distraction from Korra or do you really like me?". "Of course i like you" Bolin cried "i wouldn't have done that with you if i didn’t..." Bolin trailed off blushing "but i’m sorry it wasn’t the most romantic thing i guess". "No it’s fine" you smiled "i was just worried it was a convenient way for you to forget about Korra". "I haven’t thought about her since you told me you liked me" Bolin smiled "y/n i like you a lot and i know we did this backwards but i’d love to take you on a date". You smiled "how does tonight sound?". "Perfect" Bolin smiled “but first pancakes!”. Bolin kissed your cheek and then rushed out of the room. You laid back down and smiled, Korra's loss was definitely your gain.