#i’m so mad at myself for such a stupid accident

[boyobjectifier]

i’m so grumpy recently ugh

[ebongawk]

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[ginalinettiofficial]

got the taylor swift text before i got the email, thought it was spam, deleted it, now regretting every decision i’ve ever fucking made and trying not to cry after two hours of doing everything i can to get that text back and failing 😀😀😀😀😀 literally kill me !!!!!!!!

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

how would the first years react to finding out reader is a girl?

You guys really like these types of requests! Thank you so much for supporting me.

Here’s it with the dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders

First years + Finding out reader is a girl!

Ace Trappola

Despite being one of your closest friends, Ace is probably one of the last people to find out. He doesn’t really pay the best attention to his surroundings.

How he found out was by complete accident. He was walk by Sam’s shop when the man himself called out to him to bring you a package.

Luckily he was already on the way to Ramshackle, so this wasn’t that big of a deal. He was still grumbling about doing “your chores” though. And Ace being Ace, was hungry and decided to check your package to see if there was food in it.

What he found wasn’t food, but an entire box of clothes with women’s sizing. Needless to say, you had an extremely confused Ace knocking on the door.

“Hey!! Are you really a girl?! I was looking at this box-I was hungry- Ugh, I’m making myself look like a huge jerk, aren’t I?”

Deuce Spade

Deuce is another who wouldn’t notice for a very long time. I think the only way he’ll realize is if either you tell him, or someone else does.

It’ll be a lot easier if you tell him straight up. If someone else does, he’s just going to think that they’re lying to get a reaction out of him for a while.

He’s gonna be so confused for a while after he finds out. Please give him a minute before telling him anything else. He’s doing the shinji pose lmaoo

The poor guy feels so guilty over making a simple mistake. Expect him to randomly apologize for the next week or so.

“W-WHAT?? I’m so sorry! I thought this whole time- ugh, I can’t believe I made such a big mistake. Huh? You’re not mad? Oh..ok.”

Jack Howl

Jack knew you smelt different from the others in the school, he just couldn’t tell if was because you were magic-less, from a different world, or just because you were around Grim for too long. The idea of you being a girl briefly crossed his mind, but he didn’t give it too much thought.

He found out when you were complaining to Grim about Crowley only giving you clothes in men’s sizing. Now he didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but with his huge ears, he managed to accidentally overhear.

Jack felt incredibly guilty over listening in on a private conversation, but his surprise ultimately overpowered his guilt. He accidentally lets out a loud “Huh?” before covering his mouth with his hand.

When you called out to whoever was listening, Jack awkwardly shuffled out for you to see, lowered ears and all. He immediately started apologizing as his tail stood limp by his side.

*Sigh* “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but be honest with me, is the fact that you’re a girl supposed to be a secret? Or am I just the last person to realize?”

Epel Felmier

Epel didn’t think much of you more feminine appearance. I mean, he’s almost in the exact same boat as you, so he doesn’t have much room to judge.

This is also what led to him finding out. He was complaining about Vil putting him under a strict diet again and how he was glad there was at least one other “pretty boy” at NRC.

Which led to you correcting him. “You know I’m not actually a guy, right?” Poor guy froze up immediately.

This country boy feels the slight pang of betrayal in his heart; he thought you two were in this together! But it turns out he must bare the curse of “cute” alone. He’s so dramatic lmao.

“Wait, but then how did you- nevermind. Guess I’ll have to deal with Vil’s stupid anti-aging exercises on my own then!” He doesn’t realize that this doesn’t change much of anything, you guys aren’t even in the same dorm.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek never considered you to actually be a girl. Mostly because he was always paying more attention to Malleus’s “great deeds of the day”. He literally just helped someone with their homework.

He’s also another person that will only believe it if you tell him straight up. He’ll think that everyone else is just trying to make a fool out of an esteemed guard of Malleus!

If this is supposed to be a secret, why tell Sebek, first of all make sure you tell him in an empty room. He’s gonna be so loud about the entire ordeal.

If it’s not a secret, that just makes things easier for you. Either you can tell him straight up, or someone else will end up doing for you. He’s gonna feel terrible about it regardless though, so prepare yourself for a very loud apology.

“I HUMBLY APOLOGIZE FOR MY TRANSGRESSIONS! I-oh, I don’t need to yell? Alright, I am still deeply sorry though.”

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Whumptober 2023

No. 11 Animal trap | No. 19 “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Prison Era

Warnings: Injury (mild descriptions)

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

“Watch yer step, I said. Traps ev’rywhere, I said.” Daryl continued to mutter in annoyance under his breath as you reached out to push the thin branches out of the way. Your eyes might be permanently rolled by the time the two of you made it back to the prison. 

“I didn’t do it on purpose, Daryl!” And you hadn’t. The trap was covered in leaves and sticks, not easily visible especially while you were skirting around another trap you had managed to spot. 

When it had snapped shut on your ankle, you could only remember the white hot agony that had taken control of your psyche. After that was a blur. Glimpses of Daryl’s panicked face, his mouth moving with urgency but no sound registering. The trap hitting a tree with enough force to shave off a large patch of bark. Upside down walkers reaching for you with their decaying hands. 

You woke up in Daryl’s arms, pressed tightly against his chest in a bridal carry, with him muttering curses and off handed comments about women never listening. Your leg throbbed. Not just your ankle but the entire limb felt swollen and heavy, tendrils of pain with every pulse of your heart. 

“I know ya didn’ do it on purpose!” He snapped, his hold tightening so he could jump across a small ditch. Even in his exasperation, he did his best to avoid jostling you or causing you any further discomfort. 

“Then why are you mad at me?” You shot back, quickly losing your patience. 

“I ain’t mad!” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” You mumbled, earning a growl that vibrated against you. 

“Shut it!” 

“So not mad. This is your happy face, right?” You were poking the bear. You knew that, but sometimes that man could be insufferable! 

“If ya’d jus’ listen fer five goddamn seconds!”

“I was listening!”

“Then why m’I haulin’ yer lame ass through the woods?” 

“I didn’t ask to be carried!” 

“Was I jus’ s’posed ta leave ya there fer them walkers then?” 

Your hands went to your hair, fingers tangling in the tresses like you were about to start ripping out chunks. “Put me down!” You shouted, past the point of caring whether or not your outburst would attract walkers. 

“Stop.”

“Daryl Dixon, put me down!” You gave him a moment to comply before you started throwing yourself around in his hold, nearly knocking him off balance. He lost his grip under your knees, but you were lucky enough to catch your weight on the uninjured foot, gathering your bearings before shoving away from him. “I’ll get myself back.”

“Y/N.” The archer stood back and watched you struggle, one hand instinctively reaching out each time you stumbled. “C’mon, Y/N, don’ be stupid.”

“No!” You pointed a finger at him, finding a twisted satisfaction in seeing him take a step back. “Stupid would be staying here with you while you belittle me for something that was clearly an accident!” A tree helped you remain upright while you looked through the available limbs on the ground. Grabbing one that appeared long and sturdy enough to hold you, you leaned in it. It didn’t allow you to take nearly enough weight off your throbbing ankle but you’d make do. “No, Daryl, I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

“Y/N, le’s jus’ go.”

“Go ahead. Don’t let me stand in your way.” With your trusty walking stick, you began the long trek back to the prison— and made it two agonizing steps before the stick snapped and you were flat on your face in a pile of dirty leaves and twigs. “Fuck!” Your anger ebbed away, morphing into pain and helplessness that left fat tears descending from your eyes. 

You could hear the leaves crunching under the archer’s boots as he approached, meaning he wanted you to know he was near. The man could move like a ghost when he wanted. You wiped your eyes and he was kneeling in front of you when you opened them. 

“Go away.” You sniffled. 

“Y’alrigh’?” He began plucking leaves and twigs from your disheveled hair, ending with his knuckles tracing down your jaw. 

“It hurts. Bad.” You sounded like a child but were beyond caring. You just wanted to get back to your cell, crawl onto your thin mattress, and hide under your itchy blanket until the world ended again. 

“I know it does.” Daryl checked the surroundings quickly before focusing on you once again. “M’sorry. I was bein’ a dick.”

You nodded. “You were.”

“Y’ain’t stupid neither. Stubborn as a mule but not stupid.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “Ya let me carry ya now?”

“Promise you won’t bitch the entire way back?”

“Promise not ta bitch the entire way. Jus’ most of it.” 

You chuckled and shook your head, reaching for his hand. The archer pulled you upright and swept his arm beneath your knees to lift you to his chest. You allowed your head to rest against his shoulder, smiling to yourself. 

“Daryl?”

“Hmm?”

“How can I be stubborn as a mule when you’re the only jackass for miles?”

“Tha’s it, yer walkin’ back.”

[slafkovskys]

When Luke is about to get back with angel and all that he gets into a accident and No one tells angel and she needs up being so mad and driving to the hospital

warnings: mentions of hospitals/emergency rooms, injuries, accidents, and angst

the lady behind the desk looks bored as she approaches, but her eyebrows raise when she spots her protruding bump and the worried expression on her face. she straightens up in her chair, “how can i help you, honey?”

“i’m here to visit someone,” she clears her throat, “luke hughes, if he can have visitors.”

the woman, barbara as her name tag reads, lets her face fall as she places her hand over her mouse, “i think he’s already got a visitor, honey, but let me double check for you. name?”

she repeats her name and lets her eyes drift around the waiting room. for it to be almost midnight on a saturday night, she was surprised to find the place nearly empty. a couple coughs sound and a few grunts follow, but it’s barbara tapping her nails on the glass in front of her that get her attention again. she sends an apologetic grin, “sorry.”

“that door’s gonna make a clicking noise and when you hear that, you can go on through. he’ll be in room two,” she points to a door immediately to her left and the younger girl thanks her before stepping to the side, “next!”

she hears the click and pulls on the handle, stepping into the busy emergency room. she finds room two around a few corners and timidly knocks on the wall. she swallows a lump in her throat as a raspy voice calls out, “come in.”

she lets a beat pass, then two, before she pulls the curtain to the side and for the first time in months, she’s face to face with him. he looks different. besides the shocked expression that takes over his features, his eyes are sunken in like he hadn’t slept in days. maybe even weeks.

she takes note of his leg being elevated and wrapped in some kind of gauze as she lets the curtain fall back in place behind her. now, they were alone. he opens his mouth, closes it, then it opens it again, “it’s really you.”

“yeah, luke. it’s really me,” she adjusts her bag on her shoulder and crosses her arms over her chest, staring at the boy, “what happened?”

“i- i was being stupid. duker and i were wrestling on top of a pong table and i slipped. tried to catch myself, but landed wrong on my foot.”

she nods, “you’re going to be out for a while, then?”

“four week minimum depending on healing. i’ll be on bedrest for a few days they said, but no surgery,” he sends her a soft smile and she hums, mouth still set in a hard line. he tries not to look at her midsection and the way it was protruding against the waistband of the team issued michigan sweatpants she was wearing. he could’ve sworn they were his almost as much as he could’ve sworn that there was no way that she was only five months along. he sees the two bands on her finger and she must catch him staring because she quickly hides her hand with other arm. he holds his tongue and instead of spitting something about how he already knew about what his brothers had asked, he instead utters, “did duker tell you that i was here?”

“your mom texted jack. he was taking a shower, but we had been looking at things on his computer for the new house-” she sees his mouth twitch and she truly hopes that she wasn’t one who had just informally given him an eviction notice while he was in the hospital, “and i saw the notification come through. i just wanted to make sure that you were okay and you are so-”

“you’re not staying,” his voice cracks and she shakes her head, “angel, please-”

“i saw yasmin’s car out front, luke. i don’t think you need me here.”

[simplepotatofarmer]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Alienation & Spite

tuesday morning, 8:47 a.m.

characters: technoblade, dream word count: 1,541

I've been in this room before.

The last time, ages ago, it was brief. Techno had practically rushed me out after ringing the bell a few times. That felt like something that had to be done, some stupid ritual that you signed up for the moment you stepped into the cabin. He had come back, a little later, and made sure I wasn't watching as he opened the secret chest in the back of the room.

I knew where it was. I could go over right now and open the chest and take whatever the hell I wanted and Techno wouldn't stop me. It wasn't a secret anymore and that felt...

It felt shitty for no reason. Of course he didn't bother hiding those things anymore. I've been living in his house for months, what was there to hide? But fuck man. He could at least pretend things were normal.

Ugh.

Rolling over, I shoved one of the pillows into my face and resisted the urge to scream. If I did, Techno would hear. He would climb up the ladder and ask if everything was alright and I would lie. I should feel bad for lying; I know he's trying to help but I don't want help, I want to be left alone.

It's easier. No one gets that. No one understands that everything still hurts or that I feel wrong without a potion or that food makes me want to vomit or that I don't want to leave the cabin. I don't even want to leave the room.

Techno calls it wallowing. Maybe he's right. Maybe I don't care.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the sunlight reflecting off the bell and block of emerald. Something about that makes me angry. I've been angry a lot, I guess. It knots in my chest and I want to tear it out. I want to punch something. I want to punch myself. I settle for dragging my nails against my skin until its red and stings. It doesn't calm the anger that's making my eyes water. Without thinking, I throw the pillow across the room, at the bell.

It makes a low chiming sound and I groan.

As expected, a few moments later, Techno pokes his head up, arms resting on the floor. He's worried. I tug my sleeves down over my arms, hiding the scratches. Not that Techno would be mad. That's the problem. He'd understand. He'd say it's okay and it's not.

"Hey, Dream. You rang?"

It was funny and I have to fight the smile.

"No. That—That was an accident."

His eyes slide towards the bell and sees the pillow on the ground.

"Ah."

I don't say anything.

"How about you come downstairs, man? I'll make you some breakfast."

I still don't say anything. I stare at the ceiling.

"C'mon on man."

He talks so softly, the same way he does to his animals and it's another thing I want to be pissed about except I've heard him use the same tone with Phil, with Ranboo or Niki.

So stupid.

I want things to be normal but it is and I'm still mad.

"I'm not hungry," I lie. I'm starving. I want a potion.

"Alright." Techno reaches out and tugs the blanket up over me. He's stretching precariously. "How about we make a deal? I'll leave you alone for a bit but you've gotta promise to come down for dinner."

His words hang in the air a bit and I roll my eyes.

"Or what?"

Techno laughs.

"Or I'll carry your scrawny behind downstairs my dang self," he says.

I believe him.

"God. Fine, Techno."

He laughs again.

“See ya later, Dream.”

His head disappears back downstairs. Already I regret agreeing to his stupid deal. He won’t actually drag me downstairs if I change my mind, I know that. I roll over the other way, facing the ladder. On the bedside table is a bottle of water and Techno’s communicator. Mine is gone and has been since Sam took it. I reach over and grab Techno’s. It’s only 8:47 a.m. Dinner is a long way off.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

I’m worried.

It’s kinda hard not to be worried when you have a man in your bedroom who’ll barely move and barely eat. I don’t mind. Well, I do, just not in the way Dream thinks I do. He thinks I want him out, gone out of my life. I had to fight against his idiotic plan to fake a parting of ways while we were in prison. The only thing I want is—

It’s lame, chat, I know.

I want him to be okay. The first few weeks, he hardly moved because he couldn’t. He wasn’t in any kind of shape. The thought of what happened to him in that cell after I left haunts me. How can you make up for that?

I pull the raw beef out of the ice chest. A good steak is a start. I wouldn’t have made something that required so much chewing a couple months ago but Dream’s jaw had healed. And I know he’s a steak man when he’s not relying on potions or golden apples. I’ve caught him sneaking both after days of refusing food.

Fighting the urge to keep walking over to stand at the bottom of the ladder is the hardest part. I want to go back up and check on him again. He had been quick at pulling his sleeves down but I saw the marks on his arms. If I had said something, it might have made him withdraw even more.

I’ll make him a cake.

I have no idea if he’ll eat it but he might. It’s something to occupy my time and something to do to show him I care. He knows, he’s gotta know by this point but sometimes he lays there like he doesn’t know anything anymore. I don’t blame him. He has that lost look in his eyes every so often and I know he’s pulling away because it’s easier.

I know, I’ve been there. This cabin was built to get away from everything. It took some time to realize I was being a fool. Dream will get there, I’ve got faith in him. He’s been through a lot and he still smiles sometimes.

I’m on autopilot baking. Niki’s recipe is well-worn by this point and I don’t need to have it sitting out but that’s habit, too. It’s a nice reminder. By the time the cake is in the oven, the sun is midpoint in the sky. The beef’s been marinating for awhile. I glance towards the living room and sigh.

Just a quick check, I won’t even go up the ladder.

Standing at the base, I can’t hear anything. That’s probably a good sign. Hopefully, he’s sleeping. Sleep hasn’t been easy for him which means it’s not been great for me, either, and I can sleep through a lot. Except the person next to me lashing out or screaming. It hurts. Not the times he’s hit me on accident but hearing a friend say ‘no’ and ‘please’ and ‘stop’ over and over.

I’ve gotta stop thinking about it. I know Dream’s picked up on my worry and I know sometimes it makes him feel weird. I get it, I do.

By the time the cake is cooled and has a nice layer of green frosting on it, the steaks are also done and the sun is lower in the sky. I pat my pockets, looking for my communicator to check the time, but I must’ve misplaced it again. I make another mental reminder to put a clock somewhere and head over to the ladder.

Dream is pretending to sleep, I can tell.

“Dinner time.”

He opens one eye. I smile. He opens the other and sighs as he props himself up.

“I’m—I’m not hungry.”

It’s the same thing as earlier and it’s still a lie, I know it. I raise an eyebrow and look at him silently. After a moment, a slight tinge of pink is on his cheeks.

Got ‘em.

“Ugh, fine,” he says as he swings his legs out of bed. “You’re so annoying.”

“I know, Dream, I know.” I slide down the ladder and wait for him. When he climbs down, I put my hand out, hovering near his back, just in case. “I’ve made you a real special dinner.”

“What? Why?”

I stop in front of the kitchen table. Some of the icing on the cake has melted a bit but the steaks look good. Dream is next to me. He looks confused. He looks sad. I put my arm around his shoulders. They still feel awfully boney.

“Because it’s your four month anniversary of stayin’ here, man. We’ve gotta celebrate.”

Dream’s voice rises in pitch.

“What?”

I know that tone. He’s struggling not to smile and rolling his eyes. I nudge my nose against the side of his head and pull him a little closer. He doesn’t pull away.

“We’re celebratin’, Dream. I even made you a cake.”

“This is so stupid,” he says but he’s leaning against me and I wrap my arms around him and hug him.

“Let’s eat.”

@sixteenth-day-event

[lilislegacy]

The real question is: who would ✨you ✨ be the most scared of if they were coming towards you angrily?

honestly i’d be freaking terrified of all of them. they’re all terrifying and any of them are valid choices.

but for me personally, percy. without a doubt. and here’s why

reyna, i’d be terrified, but i also feel like she wouldn’t waste any more of her time on me than she needs to. she’s got shit to do. she might slam me against a wall and call me some roman insult, maybe break my wrist or something, but i’ll live.

annabeth is very scary, but she also is a logical and level headed person. if she knew i didn’t mean to do whatever she’s mad about, she’s not gonna judo flip me or stab me. i think more than anything i’d just feel really bad about myself cause she’d lay it on thick about how stupid i’d been. but i def wouldn’t go anywhere near her anytime soon

nico is very powerful and very creepy scary, but he gets worked up so easily. and then never handles it well himself. i’m kinda just used to seeing him mad to be hoenst. he also gets drained so easily, it would take a LOT of his energy to do something really bad. so he’s probably by 2nd biggest worry, but i know hurting me would hurt him too, so he’d think carefully about it.

jason i’m not that scared of tbh. not becasue he’s not powerful, but becasue it usually takes a lot for him to actually, like, do something worth being terrified. he’s calm and level headed. he has to build up to deadly-level actions, it doesn’t just happen.

percy jackson however… he’s too powerful for his own good. he’s the most powerful AND the least in control of his power. the worst mix possible.

first off, we know his “however bad you are, i’m worse” wolf glare is terrifying. when percy glared at leo in MoA, leo was shaking, and said percy’s look felt the same as when jason summoned lighting.

let that sink in.

a single look from percy feels just as dangerous as the son of zeus summoning an ear-piercing, earth shaking lightning bolt. like… HELLO?? i’d throw up and pass out the second he glared at me.

but also, when percy’s mad, water reacts before he does. toilets explode, geysers shoot up out of nowhere, oceans and lakes form 100 foot tall deadly waves, hurricanes dominate, need i go on?that’s not even including the most brutal stuff he’s done. and the most terrifying part: he does a lot of this without even thinking. they are all aquatic and earthly reactions to his emotions. there’s a certain uncontrolled brutality to percy that none of the others possess. the sea cannot be controlled.

so if the others are mad, yes i am very, very scared about what any of them might do on purpose. but with percy, i am most scared of him because he’s an untamable powerhouse, and his emotions unchecked might kill me on accident.

[lvrhughes]

You Didn't Deserve That | T. Zegras

pairing: Trevor Zegras x gn!reader (as far as i can remember)

word count: 1.1k

this was requested!

not my gif!

Dating a famous hockey player had its perks, and its downfalls. Such as hate, so much of it. New comments everyday, some new post saying you weren’t good enough for him, if you thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. To the point of ruining your relationship. 

“We’re done, Trevor.” 

“What?” he was clearly dazed, having just gotten back from practice. 

“We’re done. I need to leave.” 

“What? No, what’s going on?” 

He didn’t get much of an argument when you slipped around him and bolted out the door, but he could say he tried. Which leads to your meeting him again, literally running into him. 

You were late for your first day of a new job, you knew Trevor played for the ducks (how could you not?) but this job was too good to pass up, so you took it in hopes of not focusing on him.

“Y/n?” The shock was clearly evident in his voice.

“Hey, Trev.” 

“What are you doing here?” you finally glanced down at his attire, all his gear on, clearly headed to the ice.

“I uh- got a job here.” it was awkward to admit you’d be working with the man whose heart you broke for apparently no reason. 

“Oh congrats.” he did not sound at all enthusiastic, “Well, we should go for a drink tonight and catch up, you know I’ve missed you.” 

“Oh, um sure. I’m off at seven.”

“Great, see you then, I’ll pick you up here.” he nodded, walking away before you could say anything else. 

You froze for a minute, letting your mind settle before remembering why you were running through the halls in the Honda Arena. 

“Shit.” you cursed under your breath. 

“Straight down the hall, first door on the right.” you heard yelling down the hall, Trevor's voice recognizable. 

“Thank you.” you yelled back, running in the directions he gave.

It was a great first day, your boss wasn’t mad you were late, knowing the struggle, admitting she’d done it on her first day too. The day flew by and if you could’ve stayed longer you would’ve, but you had drinks with Trevor. 

“Goodnight, Lindsay.” You yelled out the door, headed down the hallway again. 

“Hey” You jumped at the voice appearing beside you. Trevor, looking at you, a smirk across his face. “Sorry, did I scare you?” his tone teasing.

“Asshole.” you mumbled, shoving him towards the wall. 

“Hey, hey that’s not very nice.” 

“Well you scaring me wasn’t very nice!” you shot back, making him laugh. 

“It was an accident, I swear.” 

 It fell into a comfortable silence the rest of the way, the walk to his car, the drive to the bar. It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means but you  could feel he had words to say. It stayed like that until you two had a table, sipping on your newly acquired drinks.

“Why did you do it?” This question making you choke on your drink.

“What?”

“Why?”

“You’re staring off strong” you tried to joke, falling short when the look on his face didn’t falter from the serious stare he was giving. “Okay no jokes..”

You took a deep breath, chugging a bit of your drink, and planned out how your were going to go over this.

“I uh- fuck it’s stupid saying it aloud. It just got too much, everyday I’d find new hate and something new to hate about myself because of it. I thought that if I just left the hate would stop, it didn’t but it lessened so I just deleted everything. I know it was shitty but I couldn't take it anymore, people everyday telling me terrible things, making me believe horrible things about myself, people lying to me trying to get to you or with you. It was so hard and i love you Z, I do but I freaked out and I thought it was stupid so I didn’t come to you. You deal with it everyday and never did you do something this stupid.”

“Baby, oh you didn’t deserve that.” he cooed, his hand intertwining with yours. “And I’ve done plenty stupid, it was all just too much I get it baby, I do, but you should’ve come to me.” 

“I know but I felt so weak.” you groaned, if he knew one thing he knew you hated admitting anything. 

“You are not weak, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.” 

“I love you Z, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay baby, we’re moving on, as long as you’re still mine now, yeah?”

“Of course, Trev.” 

His smile immediately grew on his face, a small sound of enthusiasm squeaked from his lips as he practically hopped the table to hug you. His arms wrapped tight against your waist, holding you against him.

“Trev,” you whispered into his hair, he hummed in reply, “Can we go home?” 

“Of course baby.” was all he said, picking you up, bringing you to his car. It was a short ride, but peaceful almost lulling you to sleep, seeing Jamie peek through the window when the two of you pulled up. 

“You’re together again!” he cheered when Trevor carried you in, head tucked into his neck.

“Shush man, they’re almost asleep!” Trevor hushed his roommate. 

“Opps” was all Jamie managed in response. 

Trevor carried you, as gently as he could, to his room. Laying you down on the bed, grabbing out some of his clothes for you to sleep in. 

“Baby,” he whispered, peppering you in kisses to wake you, “you’ve got to get changed, i know you hate sleeping in your clothes.” 

“I don’t want to move.” you groan, not moving, still laying in Trevor's bed. 

“I’ll help, come on baby, just a little cooperation please.” you hummed in reply, slowly standing. He was gentle, removing your clothes but keeping his eyes everywhere but on your partially exposed body. Even if he had seen it before, he was still as respectful as he could be. 

“You can lay back down baby, I’ll be right back, okay?”

You let a hum in reply, before letting the words hit you.

“Wait, don't go, come sleep.” you whined at him, putting grabby hands out towards his walking-away figure.

“I’ll be right back then i’ll come sleep.” 

You groan in reply, curling onto your side to wait for him. He was back in less then a minute, now wearing less clothes then he’d left in. 

“Where’d your clothes go?” he laughed at the question, sliding in bed with you, pulling you tight against him.

“I threw your clothes and mine in the laundry, you’ll have clean, warm clothes in the morning.”

“Oh my goodness, I love you.” 

“I love you too baby, now let’s sleep.”

You yawned in agreeance, nuzzling against him more, accepting the kisses he was peppering over you.  

[valentoru]

|| Limitless ||

[CHAPTER 7]

SYNOPSIS: Gojo Satoru, a big time artist, who’s known for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake wherever he goes. And you, the lead guitarist of an upcoming band, who’s absolutely certain that no one will ever love you. Through an accident in which you happened to kiss Gojo in a frantic state, you both decide, via convenience alone—and zero regard for both of your managers—to pull a fake dating stunt what could go wrong? Any press is good press…right?

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“Pass the salt.”

You would have but Megumi looked like he was already salty enough. So you leaned your hip against the counter and folded your arm across your chest. “Megumi.”

“And the pepper.”

“Megumi.”

“And the oil.”

“Megumi…”

“Sunflower. Not that grape-seed crap.”

“Listen. It’s not what you think—”

“Fine. I’ll get it myself.”

To be fair, Megumi had every right to be mad. And you did feel for him. Megumi was a year younger than you, yet he had been pursuing this dream for longer than you had. His family were never “musically talented” per se but they were musical, and so were their children. Only Megumi was the one to go on and do something bigger than just singing or preforming for his family. Did Megumi want to be in for a musical career? Probably no. Did he want to be a lawyer like his father, and like his parents had wanted and pressured from him? Also no.

Not to say that Megumi was unhappy. His plan was to get a nice cushy life which he was achieving essentially spot on, which his parents would not be able to object to. In the mean time, all he really wanted was to have a normal life and spend it with his friends which is exactly what he was doing. He did things that were unimaginable to most of the friend group, like, cooking real food! Going on hikes! Meditating! Sitting down and reading!

Which is why when Satoru simply walked past him after telling him his cords sounded weird and that he should work on it harder since he “probably wasn’t”, it made him a very very miserable few months. In retrospect, that might had been when Megumi started wishing a plague on Gojo’s house (he had been reading Romeo and Juliet at the time).

“Megumi, can we please talk about this?”

“We’re talking.”

“No, you are cooking and I am just standing here, trying to get you to acknowledge that you are mad because Satoru—”

He turned away from his casserole, wagging his finger in your direction. “Do not say it.”

“Don’t say what?”

“You know what.”

“Satoru go—?”

“Do not say his name.”

You threw your hands up. “This is crazy. It’s fake, Megumi.”

He went back to chopping the asparagus. “Pass the salt.”

“Are you even listening? It’s not real.”

“And the pepper, and the—”

“The relationship, it’s fake. We’re not really dating. We’re pretending so people will think that we’re dating.”

Megumis’s hands stopped mid-chop. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Is it a…friends-with-benefits arrangement? Because—”

“No. It’s the opposite. There are no benefits. Zero benefits. Zero sex. Zero friends, too.”

He he stared at you, narrow-eyed. “To be clear, oral and butt stuff totally counts as sex—”

“Megumi.”

He took a step closer, grabbing a dishrag to wipe his hands, flailing his nostrils. “I’m scared to ask.”

“I know it sounds ridiculous. He’s helping me out by pretending we’re together because I lied to Maki, and I need her to feel okay about dating Yuta. It’s all fake. Satoru and I have talked exactly” —you decided on the spot to omit any information pertinent to The Night—“three times, I know nothing about him. Except that he’s willing to help me handle this situation, and I jumped at the chance.”

Megumi was making that face, the one he saved for people who wore sandles with socks. He could be a little scary, you had to admit.

“This is…wow.” There was a vein pulsating on his forehead. “N/N, this is a whole new level of stupid”

“Maybe.” Yes. Yes it was. “But it is what it is. You have to support me in my idiocy because you are my roommate and one of my best friends.”

“Isn’t Gojo your best friend now?”

“Come on, Megumi. He’s a dick. But he’s actually been pretty nice to me, and—”

“I’m not even—” he grimaced. “I’m not going to address this.”

You sighed. “Okay. Don’t address this. You don’t have to. But can you just not hate me? Please? I know he’s been a nightmare to like the whole world, you included. But he’s helping me out. You, Toge and Maki are the only ones I care about knowing the truth. But I can’t tell Toge since he’ll tell Maki and Maki can’t know—”

“—for obvious reasons.”

“—for obvious reasons,” you finished at the same time and smiled. He just shook his head disapprovingly, but his expression had softened.

“N/N you’re amazing. And kind, way too kind. You should find someone better to date than Gojo. Someone to date for real.”

“Yeah right.” You rolled your eye’s. “Because it went so well with Yuta. Who, by the way, I only agreed to date following your advice! ‘Give the boy a chance,’ you said. ‘What could go wrong?’ You said.”

Megumi glared, and you laughed.

“Listen, I’m clearly bad at real dating. Maybe fake dating will be different. Maybe I’ve found my niche.”

He sighed. “Does it have to be Gojo? There are better famous singers that you can date.”

“Like who?”

“I don’t know. Miwa Ksaumi?”

“Isn’t she married?”

“Oh. Yeah. What about Yuji? Not a singer and he’s in our bad, I know but definitely someone who’s single.”

You burst into laughter. “I could never fake-date Yuji, not with how assiduously you’ve been thirsting after him for the past five years.”

“I has, hasn’t I? Well did I ever tell you I caught him seriously looking at me in the cafe last week? I’m pretty sure he winked at me multiple times from the behind the counter. Now some say he just has a twitch, but—”

“‘Me. I said that he has a twitch. And you tell me about Yuji every other day.”

“Right.” He sighed. “You know, N/N, I just want to be happy with Yuji. And I would have fake-dated you myself in a heartbeat to save you from goddamned Gojo. I would have held hands with you, and given you my jacket when you were cold, and very publicly gifted you chocolates and roses and teddy bears on Valentine’s Day.”

How refreshing, to talk to someone who’d watched a rom-com. Or ten. “I know. But also you but you bring home a different “girl”—and by girl I mean book—every week since you practically swore to celibacy unless it’s with Yuji, and you love it. And I know you love it. And I don’t want to cramp your style.”

“Fair.” Megumi looked pleased—whether at the fact that he really did read quite a few books in an alarmingly short amount of time or at your thorough understanding of his dating habits, you weren’t sure.

“Can you please not hate me, then?”

He tossed the kitchen cloth onto the counter and stepped closer. “N/N. I could never hate you. You’ll always be my bubbala.” He pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight. At the beginning, when you’d just met, you had been constantly disoriented by how physical he was, probably because it had been a while since you’d experienced such physical contact. And because he just didn’t seem like the type of guy. Now, Megumi’s hugs were your happy place.

You lean your head on his shoulder and smiled into the Cotten of his T-shirt. “Thanks

Megumi held you tighter.

“Also I promise if I ever bring Satoru home, I’ll put a sock on my door—Ouch!”

“You evil creature.”

“I was kidding! Wait, don’t leave, I have something important to tell you.”

He paused by the door, scowling. “I’ve reached my maximum daily intake of Gojo-related conversation. Anything further will be lethal, so—”

“Suguru Geto, the one funding that giant Cancer Awareness event got back to me! It’s not decided yet, but he might be interested in having the band perform!”

“Oh my God.” Megumi walked back to you, delighted. “N/N, this is amazing! I thought we had no chance, honestly.”

“Well no, me either, but I guess we were wrong! It would be—”

“Fantastic. It would really be fantastic. N/N I’m so excited, and proud of you for following your gut.” Megumi took your hands in his, his face-splitting grin slow and gentled. “And your mom would be so excited, too.”

You looked away, blinking rapidly. You didn’t want to cry, not tonight. “Nothing is set in stone, I’ll have to persuade him. It will invoked quite a bit of him reviewing the band and our music, and pitching us to him. Which you know is not my forte. It might still not work—”

“It will work out.”

Right. Yes. You needed to be optimistic. You nodded, attempting a smile.

“But even if it didn’t…she would still be proud.”

You nodded again. When a single tear managed to slide down your cheek, you decided to let it be.

Forty-five minutes later, you and Megumi sat on your minuscule couch, arms pressed together, watching RuPaul’s Drag Race while you ate a very undersalted veggie casserole

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[callsigndragon]

What were you thinking? | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader (pilot, wizzo... it's not specifies)

Warnings: mentions of Bradley's accident, yelling, swearing, maybe? i can't recall.

Prompt: yelling at them because they thought they'd lose them

It was difficult for Bradley to imagine a world in which his godfather, Mav, wasn’t present. That’s why when Maverick put himself in danger just to save him, he didn’t think twice and did what he thought was right. He put himself in risk, crashed his plane, and almost got himself killed just to prove that Maverick was still alive. 

Later on, Bradley would realize how wrong and how stupid he was. But that was something the Bradley of the future would have to worry about, not him. But then, just when he was about to jump into that old F-14 that neither he nor Mav knew if it worked, he remembered that there was someone waiting for him back in the carrier. You. The sweetest girl in the world, who had always been at his side ever since they met. 

The girl that right before he got into his plane made him promise that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. That he would come back to her. 

And guess what he just did. 

Now he just can pray and hope for Maverick to fly the F-14 back to the carrier without killing both of them. 

Fortunately, both pilots land on the carrier safe and sound, thanks to Hangman’s help. He gets out of the plane, celebrates with the rest of the Dagger squad the success of the mission, and then, when he turns around to look at you, the first thing he sees is your hand flying to slap his cheek. 

Needless to say, all celebrations stop right there and then. 

 “What was that for?” Bradley whines while rubbing his reddening skin.

“What was that for? Bradley, you crashed your aircraft. On purpose!” Your voice starts raising up with each word, and all the people around you decide that it’s a very good moment to leave and get back to work. 

Phoenix looks at Bradley, mouthing a big ‘you fucked up’ before leaving with the rest of the pilots and wizzos. 

“I had to save Mav, I told y’all he was alive.” Bradley waves it off, unzipping his flight suit. 

“And that justifies you risking your life like it means nothing.” You grab his helmet and throw it against his chest, but Bradley is quick enough to stop it with his hands. “You’re an absolute, massive, major himbo, Rooster.” 

“Oh yeah, that I am. But you don’t have to scream it around for everyone to hear!” 

“Don’t yell at me, Bradley Bradshaw.” You point a finger at him. “Because I’m not the one that almost got himself killed.” 

“I didn’t get myself killed, right? So stop yelling, for fuck’s sake.” He raises his voice too, matching your level. 

“You would be doing the exam same thing if I was the one that crashed his plane!” You make your final point, turning around on your heels and trying really hard to not cry. 

Deep down, Rooster knows you’re right. If you had been the one performing that stunt, he would have done the exact same thing you’re doing right now: yell at you. And that’s when he understands that you’re not doing it because you’re mad at him, even though it’s obvious that you are, but because you are scared. Scared of losing him. And he, instead of reassuring you that everything was okay now and that he would not do that again, just raised your voice and made the situation ten times worse. 

What an idiot he was. 

He finds you in your room, sitting in your bed, knees close to your chest and head between them, shielding yourself away from the world. Bradley knocks softly on the frame of the door, clearing his throat before he speaks. “Can I come in?” 

“If you’re gonna yell at me again, you can leave.” You say, voice muffled as you don’t raise your head to look at him. 

“I came to apologize. I can get on my knees if you want me to.” 

You raise your head, only enough for your eyes to be visible. “You wouldn’t dare.” 

He tilts his head, eyebrow raised and a smirk. “Is that a challenge?” 

You shrug, and he gets down on his knees, crawling to your bed, and making you chuckle at the vision of this tall man walking like this. “You’re an idiot.” 

“Yeah, in more ways than I like to admit.” He taps his index finger against your hand, waiting for you to open it, so he can grab it. You only move your pinky, and he grabs it with his own. “You were scared and instead of telling you that I won’t be doing that stupid thing again, I yelled at you. I’m sorry, love.” 

You let out a shaky breath, still shaken up by the whole succession of events. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you either, Roos. I’m sorry, too.” 

“It’s okay. We’re both idiots. I’m the bigger one, though. You can’t take that away from me.” 

You snort, shaking your head before circling your hand around his finger. “What were you thinking, Bradley?” 

“Well… actually, I didn’t think. Mav told to not think, just do. To follow my instincts.” 

You close your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to not yell at him again after hearing the reason why he risked his life. “And your instincts told you the best thing you could do was to turn back and crash the plain?” 

His lips form a straight line when he realizes what he just said. “Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.” 

“It should have never been an idea, in the first place.” You retort, flicking him on the forehead. 

He rubs the spot gently, nodding at your words. “You’re right. And I won’t do anything so stupid ever again. I’ll come back to you, sweets. Always.” 

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” 

“But I can try. And I’ll try every day for the rest of my life.” He swears, holding your hand against his chest, over his heart, a silent promise that he will try to return home safe and sound for you. “Am I forgiven?” 

“For now. Come here and give me a hug, you big idiot.” 

He lies on the bed with you, hugging you close and smelling the sweet perfume that lingers on your clothes, taking a deep breath now that he’s finally home. You’re his home. 

He’s about to fall asleep when a knock on the door makes him groan. Who’s disturbing this perfect moment of peace? 

He looks at the door, watching Hondo standing there, an angry, yet relieved, expression on his face. “Cyclone is looking for you.” 

“Cyclone?” 

“Yeah, you have to explain to him why did you go against direct orders and crashed a multi-million dollar aircraft.” He explains before he leaves. 

You look at him, biting your lip to not laugh. “You’re fucked up.” 

He lets his head fall again in your chest, groaning. “Do you think if I walk in Cyclone’s office on my knees, he’ll be less angry?”

“I don’t think that’ll work with him.” 

“Well, at least I can try.” He says, getting up from the bed and getting ready to beg Cyclone to not kick him out of the Navy. 

“Next time, think first, then do.” You say between chuckles, earning a middle-finger from Rooster before he leaves the room. 

[manyminded]

reasons I probably have autism (non exhaustive list, I’m rlly sleepy rn but insomnia is kicking my ass)

special interests - to my understanding, they last longer and the things u r interested in are broader. the poster child for my sp/ins is the osc, a genre, which I have been heavily invested in for over a year. (side note: they feel a lot like hyperfixations, almost identical for me, but sp/ins last way longer. most hyperfixes, for me, last up to [but usually less than] 3 months.)

adhd and autism are comorbidities

while it’s hard to tell if you know me, I definitely struggle with social cues. I can read them well; but presenting them myself is hard. my mom always told me to stop talking to myself, I over share all the time, I ‘talk out of turn’, etc etc

even though I can READ social cues/rules I have a general disregard for them; I tend to think they’re stupid and bad. (one example is I refuse to shave my legs and care very little for skin care)

i was always “a pleasure to have in class”, and while that isn’t usually a sign of autism, I’ll tell you why it could be in me. I never knew what could get me in trouble, and the rsd I have makes me want to avoid that as much as possible - so I become over complacent, afraid to test boundaries and avoiding any slight danger to my “goodie two shoes” life.

almost all of my friends are autistic, or have some other flavor of neurodivergency. we come in packs. we can sniff each other out, man. (side note: in online spaces, I usually end up in primarily autistic communities, almost always on accident. it comes with the overlap of most communities I’m in that, while not inherently linked to autism, have a big portion of their members be autistic.)

A little related to the previous point - I can almost always tell when someone is autistic if I’ve hung out with them like, 2-3 times. It’s not even conscious it’s just an instinct of like “oh hey another of my kin. hello 👋” Yk?

sensory issues. I’ve always been a “texture girl,” especially when it comes to food - I have been a “picky eater” for most of my life (although that has started to lessen over the years.) and while sensory issues aren’t inherently autistic, they are closely linked.

the fact I’m writing this at all, tbh. no neurotypical would do this I don’t think

I always get really fucking mad when ppl are ableist, especially in the context of autism. but maybe that’s the other disabilities talking idk (the memory of kids saying “don’t make jokes about being autistic when you aren’t diagnosed!” and rolling my eyes because Have You Met Me)

tbh creature

there’s probably more but I’m sleepy and mostly writing this to spite my mother bcuz she insists I’m not autistic. for some unknown reason. idk man

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Guys I am on the edge I am losing it. I haven’t written fanfiction since freshmen year of high school, since then I’ve said all my writing will be publishable. And yet I am mere seconds away from losing myself to a Sully family adopting Spider fic what is wrong with me. The chokehold this series has on me. Anyways here are some headcanons that have been giving me holes in my brain:

-All the Sully's constantly argue over who Spider likes best, especially Kiri and Lo'ak. "That's my best friend" "NO, that's my best friend." "I knew him first." "Well, that's not fair you were born first. I've known him my whole life." Then dark horses Tuk and Neteyam come in like "You'd be surprised to learn spider actually likes me best." For a while after Tuk was born the competition was HEAVILY in her favor and everyone was mad about it. Neteyam doesn’t participate unless he wants to annoy someone, but no one thinks he’s in the running as much as he actually is. Spider has no idea this competition exists and whoever tells him is instantly disqualified so he never will. 

-This shit absolutely applies to Jake and Neytiri too if/when they officially adopt him. Which parent Spider likes best competition. Who can get him to call them mom/dad first wins. It’s absolutely RUTHLESS and everyone knows about it except Spider. I’m fairly certain Jake and Neytiri’s love language is borderline unhealthy competition. Bets are made, sabotage is attempted, Tonowari definitely tries to help his bestie Jake and whatever plan they come up with is dumb as hell, I don’t know what it is but it’s stupid. Ultimately, Neytiri wins. Jake is not sad about it actually. 

-Tuk is every parents worst nightmare. Her siblings are so much older than her, she has been desensitized to everything. When Lo’ak and Kiri were Tuk’s age they were fighting over a toy, but Tuk is pretty sure she’s ready for an Ikran. She is the ringleader of all her friendgroups and she can manipulate anyone into anything. She was the youngest to do everything in her family just to keep up with her siblings, and that means she knows so much more than all her friends her age. She taught them all the swear words they know, and she definitely told every child in the clan how babies are made as soon as Lo’ak told her and they were ALL way too young to know. 

-The entire clan is worried Jake and Neytiri will have another accident child. Only they were surprised by Tuk, no one else was. 

-Neteyam confides in Spider in a way he can’t with his siblings. Not only are they the oldest, but I think he isn’t afraid to not be perfect in front of Spider (This is why Neteyam is Spider’s favorite jkjk). I think they have a lot of chill talks up on the mountains, or they go flying and Neteyam’s just like “What if I fail at the hunt tomorrow?” or some shit and Spiders like “Well, it would be about time, and then you would just try again.”

-Spider is Mo’at’s least problematic grandchild, and the one that annoys her the least consistently. Kiri is still her fav tho. There is no Mo’at’s fav competition because everyone knows Kiri would win, but sometimes Lo’ak says he’s her fav because their names are similar and then everyone calls him stupid.

-Speaking of Mo’at, I’m pretty sure her and Jake get drunk together at least once a month. I don’t know what they talk about but GOD I want to. Only Norm has ever been invited and that was like one time and it’s because he and Mo’at are secret besties.

-Spider gives the best advice ever, because of being the only human child on Pandora he has empathy for everyone. He’s the best person to go to if you did something wrong because he’s for sure done something worse. Unfortunately he is incapable of taking any advice himself, and he is def suicidal a lil. You cannot convince me that kid doesn’t wake up every day wanting to die a little bit. 

-For a solid half a year certified dumbasses Lo’ak and Jake were pretty sure Rotxo was some sort of spirit from Eywa because they never met his parents and never saw him go home and he was always somehow around. They shared this theory with no one but each other, which is good because it’s dumb.

-I think once adopted, Spider is a mama’s boy. He craves physical attention and he has been raised essentially Na’vi in a way that Jake hasn’t. I think he would connect with Neytiri’s parenting style more, I think they’d do a lot of weird shit together that the other kids would rather die than help with, like cooking or mending shit. I think Spider would be literally delighted to help with boring household chores with his mother and that’s so mamas boy of him. He’s a “mother, do you need help with dinner, can I do the dishes so you can sit down?” kid while all the rest of them are gagging and calling him a suck up in the background.

-It comes to a head when he tries to help make lunch instead of going surfing with Lo’ak, Kiri, and Ao’nung, and they have to have an intervention. It’s very serious, everyone was there, Tsireya, Ao’nung, Rotxo obviously came because I’m convinced he doesn’t actually have a home. They treat Spider like a five year old going to his first day of preschool.

-Spider and Neytiri also both have experienced such immense loss, and it shaped them both so much at such a young age. I think the way they would talk about it would be similar, and it would be a connection discovered that wouldn’t be vocally acknowledged often but they would both have that. It’s a mutual understanding that the others can’t get as much that helps them get past any animosity and fear. It takes them longer to get to casual conversation actually.

-If Spider ever got an Avatar Mo’at would make them put off the full transfer until he was older 50% because of his safety and 90% because he’s forced to spend time with her every night when he goes back to his human body no matter where they are. She is vocally grumbling always about how her family never visits. He does not pretend to hate it.

-It started out because Spider wasn’t taking care of his human body well enough, for sure. He’s Jake coded. Mo’at was on Feed New Grandson For Daughter duty. But now it evolved and he’s popping out of the link after a long day of Spearfishing with the Boys (I believe this is Tonowari and Jake’s fav father/son + Rotxo bonding activity) and Mo’at is there with Norm and Spider’s dinner like “you will not believe what this idiot warrior did” and Norms like “Do tell” and Spider has his second dinner with the HOTTEST TEA in the Omaticaya camp that Norm and Mo’at can spill. And one time he’s like “Lo’ak fell off a tree today because he’s too used to the water now” and then when Lo’ak finds out about that he pushes Spider out of a tree (from a safe height).

-(He has to recount this tea the next morning to Jake, this is what he and Mo’at did when drinking, he pretends he wants to be up on current affairs in his former tribe but Jake Sully is a gossip whore and he isn’t hiding it well). 

-No one else is interested in this but Lo’ak. He cares so much. It’s Spider spilling the hottest tea with so much disinterest (he only cares because it’s Mo’at and Norm) and Lo’ak and Jake like gasping and then pretending they didn’t. 

-Obviously Kiri and Spider’s bond is insane and unbreakable but I think one time he stepped on a bug and she didn’t speak to him for the entire day. He probably has nightmares about that day. But also Lo’ak did the same thing once and she didn’t talk to him for a week so. 

-I like to think the rest of the Omaticaya do love Spider cause he’s just that weird little guy that’s always like crouched on the rocks and in the trees and shit. I think he and the Sully’s do have other friends and do spend time with others, but Spider, Kiri, Lo’ak, and then later Tuk, all spend literally every waking moment together because they all can’t escape that little feeling that they don’t quite fit in. 

-Tuk doesn’t feel this way she just wants to be there. Neteyam totally feels this way he just feels like he has to be responsible.

-Neteyam also spent every waking moment with them until he had Adult Business to attend to, like learning to be in charge. Now he just spends all his free time with them. His friends are probably like “Why do you want to spend all your time with your little siblings?” and he has Vietnam flashbacks to the 17 things that Lo’ak and Spider did that almost got them killed that week alone (but also he loves being with them all).

-When the Sully’s leave Mo’at is really sad but Norm visits her annoyingly for weird advice that he doesn’t actually need every day and she pretends to hate it but doesn’t because they are secret buddies. 

-Idk if this even happens to Na’vi but Neteyam’s human dna finds a way and he goes prematurely grey for sure. Kids so stressed it’s a miracle he doesn’t go into cardiac arrest. 

-Tonowari and Ronal literally don’t know where Rotxo comes from half the time. He’s just always there. One time when Ao’nung was a baby Tonowari turned around for like 15 seconds to stoke the fire and then there were two babies, Ao’nung and Rotxo, on the mat. 

-Lo’ak doesn’t think things through. Spider has no self preservation skills. There is a difference. So when Lo’ak suggests a dumb thing Spider will probably do it first cause he has recognized and acknowledged the risks, he just doesn’t care, whereas Lo’ak hasn’t realized yet. So he’ll test it out for Lo’ak first. The amount of dumb shit Lo’ak did went way up when Spider was captured because his human test dummy wasn’t there. 

-Once with the Metkayina, Spider and Lo’ak have found a kindred dumbass in Ao’nung (+ Rotxo). He’s never thought a single decision through in his entire life (neither has Rotxo, he’s just here to vibe). They are menaces.

-Unfortunately for everyone, Jake and Tonowari created them from their own very loins, and they too, are dumbasses. If the RDA ever leave them alone the amount of bad decisions the five of them (and Rotxo) will get up to will be astronomical. There’s at least one incident that gets Jake and Tonowari exiled from their respective marui for the night and they have an Adult Men sleepover on the beach that is like the most fun either of them ever had, but they pretend it was no fun at all when they come back. 

-After that Tonowari replaces Mo’at as Jake’s monthly drinking/gossip buddy. Tonowari has never met most of the Omaticayans, but he could ruin lives with some of the info he has. 

-This one might be out of left field, but I think every single Sully child has had a crush to varying degrees on Spider at some point. I think Spider has never even remotely fathomed that anyone on planet Pandora has ever or will ever like him, and if anyone ever did he might just die of shock. He thinks he’s dying a virgin, probably at a young age.

-Ronal and Neytiri go on pretending to hate each other long after they became friends just for fun. No one figured it out until Neytiri was the first choice babysitter for Ronal and Tonowari’s new baby for like the tenth time.

-If Spider ever beats anyone at anything he believes they let him win and literally nothing can change his mind. He’s convinced baby Tuk let him win in a foot race one time, and that Lo’ak fell out of a tree on purpose to let him win a climbing race. The most criminal one is his claim that Ao’nung got a hole in his net intentionally so all his fish escaped and Spider had more. The joke is that no one other than Neteyam or Tsireya would ever let him win. 

-The amount of times a Sully child accidentally dislocated Spider’s arm trying to pull him somewhere is way higher than anyone wants to admit, but Spider can now relocate his arm on his own like a pro. His pain tolerance is way higher than anyone’s should be. Kid just braces that shit against a tree and pops it back in and everyone is horrified every time. The first time it happened in front of the Metkayina kids Ao’nung threw up and then Lo’ak laughed until he cried. Spider shouldn’t use that arm for at least the rest of the day but he used it to shove Lo’ak for Ao’nung.

-Spider loves babies, will stop, drop everything to watch any baby, because he knows how much Na’vi treasure children and he never feels more important then when he gets to watch a little kid because he was trusted to keep the kid safe.

-Lo’ak and Spider are equally matched at sparring because Spider knows where Lo’ak is ticklish.  

-One time Kiri and Lo’ak had a sleepover with Spider at the lab. Norm pretended to hate it but then let them sleep in the room with Grace’s tank and also made them cookies. It was the best night of Spider’s life. Tuk was too little to go and threw the most massive fit ever about it so Neteyam stayed back to keep her company and he was Very Mature and Not At All Jealous about it. 

-They brought him back a cookie, and then everyone was tired all day because literally no one slept except for Tuk. They all took a nap halfway through the day all in a little puppy pile and that was the real sleepover. 

-Post sleepover, the amount of printed out images of human Jake Sully from video logs with like dumb things drawn on him that have made their way around camp is insane. Norm made the kids draw mustaches on him for sure. Jake can’t take a single solitary step without there being a picture of him with a dick for a nose on a tent pole. He was probably stressed about something and this was Lo’ak’s brilliant Cheer Up Dad plan. It was the worst plan ever, but for some unknown reason it worked, and Jake keeps cackling at them like a crazy person when he sees them. Retaliatory Norm pics are in the works, Jake got all the kids in on it this time. Tuk is really good at drawing pa’li shit on Norm’s head.

-Neteyam knows everything about everyone so when he gets in on teasing and jokes his are fucking crazy accurate and targeted, you’ll never recover. Tuk has picked this up from him and she has that little kid talent to destroy you. 

-Every single time someone goes somewhere Spider says some shit like “I hope I see you again!” and everyone knows it’s not a joke and no one finds it funny but he can’t stop doing it.

-The pact that was born between Ao’nung and Lo’ak to impress their respective love interests is the Fight Club of all pacts, either would kill the other to keep it quiet and not feel even a little bad about it. Lo’ak teaches Ao’nung to climb trees to impress Neteyam and Ao’nung teaches Lo’ak to surf to impress Tsireya. Ao’nung eats shit so hard that Lo’ak almost literally dies laughing but then Ao’nung doesn’t warn him about rip currents so he can rescue Lo’ak in front of Neteyam like he’s in Baywatch, coming out of the water all dramatically and with a lil hair flip and then presenting him with his half murdered little brother like a gift.

-The Sully children have been divvying up who gets what of Jake’s stuff when he dies since Tuk was like four. Obviously, they will be devastated, but it’ll be a little less sad when Kiri gets Jake’s coolest knife and not Lo’ak, or Tuk gets his best arm band before Neteyam can call dibs even tho it won’t fit her. It was a lot funnier before the RDA came back. 

-No one has ever dared to do this to Neytiri’s stuff. 

[women-are-hot]

Can we please have a second part of No One’s Fault where its angsty and reader gets herself injured/in a dangerous situation and Alexia can’t get a hold of her and feels guilty

Definitely my fault

Note: i've finally wrote part 2. sorry for how long it took. i hope it was worth the wait even if i aren’t that proud of it.

Warnings: i still can't spanish, hospital, car accident, angst, sadness, fluff, panicking

Click here for part 1 (no one's fault)

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Everyone watched as you walked out of the locker room, slamming the door hard.

A silence filled the room between the Barcelona players.

“You should probably go get her,” Mapi said to her captain and best friend.

“What? Why?” Alexia asked, still not over the weird and uncomfortable situation.

She never wanted to hurt your feelings, but it somehow got too much for both her and you.

“She’s you wife, so quit asking that stupid question. We need her on the team, so go tell her you are sorry and that she is playing the next game!” Mapi answered as she was raising her voice, annoyed that she was treating probably the nicest person on the team that badly.

“Vale” (Fine) Alexia said and walked out of the door you had run out a few minutes earlier.

—

“Y/N?” yelled around the building, but she couldn’t find you.

“Dónde está ella?” (Where is she?) Alexia mumbled to herself.

Alexia then took her phone from her bag and tried to call you multiple times.

Alexia groaned in annoyances. Why aren’t you answering your phone?

Then the coach and a few other staff members came running out of a room.

“Why are you all running?” Alexia asked, still trying to call you.

“Y/n have been in an accident” Jonatan answered.

“Accident? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know exactly what happened. I just know that Y/n have been in a car accident and is on her way to the hospital, so that’s why we have to check up on her” y

Alexia was very overwhelmed with all the information she just had got.

You got in a car accident? 

Alexia began feeling really bad. 

It’s her fault. If she hadn’t been so mean and yelled at you, maybe you would have still been in the locker room, laughing and joking around with the others, being the normal, kind and lovely you!

It’s all her fault!

“You should go with them. She probably needs you” Jonatan said, not knowing what Alexia just had yelled at you.

Alexia just nodded, too stunned to speak.

“Then go with them now. They’ve leaving in 2 minutes” Jonatan explained and that made Alexia quickly run after the staff members.

—

As Alexia and the staff members made their way to the hospital, Alexia had never ever felt more bad in her life.

She sat with her head in her hands, afraid that she would break down looking at the others in the car.

It’s all her fault… If she haven’t been so stupid and dumb, you wouldn’t have been in the hospital right now. 

Alexia could feel a tear slipping down her cheek, but she quickly whipped it away.

—

When they finally after too long driving time for Alexia’s liking where at the hospital, Alexia was the first one out of the car and she didn’t wait for the others.

She had to see you!..

She ran into the hospital, looking for a nurse that could show her where you were.

“Hola,” Alexia said, walking over to an older lady.

“Hola. Need any help?” 

“Sí. Do you know where Y/n Y/l is?” Alexia asked.

“Let me quickly check” the lady answered and went behind a computer, searching for you name.

“Follow me”

—

The nurse had now found your room for Alexia.

“Y/n Y/l is here. I think she’s sleeping, but otherwise should be okay” 

“Gracias” Alexia thanked the lady and opened the door, to find you sleeping.

Alexia let out a deep breath that she didn’t even know she had held in.

She sat down on a chair beside you and took your hand.

“Lo siento” (I’m sorry) Alexia quickly said as she broke down.

She could never forgive herself, so how could you forgive her?

“I’m sorry that I yelled at you. Of course I wasn’t your fucking fault. I was just so disappointed and mad at myself. Then I took it out on you and now you’re here and it’s all my fucking fault” Alexia rambled as she laid her head against your hand, giving it a soft kiss.

“It’s all my fault”

“No it’s not” a voice said and Alexia’s teary eyes met yours.

 Alexia leaned forward, laying her head on your shoulder.

“Lo siento!..”

“It’s okay Ale” you said in your sleepy voice.

“But it’s my fault you’re here!”

“Ale-”

“If I hadn’t yelled at you and been such an idiot, you would be here. Of course it’s my-”

You then laid your lips against hers to shut her up.

“If you say it’s your fault one more time, I’m telling everyone your celebrity crush is Wonder Woman” you said with a smirk which made Alexia laugh for the first time in a while.

“I’m still sorry tho” Alexia whispered and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay, alright!? I’m okay” you convinced her.

Alexia took a deep sigh, just looking into your eyes.

“You’re too good for me,” Alexia murmured.

“Says the best football player and hottest woman in the world” you responded and made Alexia blush slightly.

“Come lay with me” 

“I don’t want to hurt you”

“You’ll hurt me more if you won’t lay with me” you said with a pout that you knew Alexia couldn’t resist.

“Fine. Come here” Alexia replied, opening her arms for you to jump into her.

The two of you then laid down on the hospital bed together.

“I love you,” you mumbled.

Alexia pressed a quick peck to your lips.

“Yo también te quiero-” (I love you too) Alexia said and was interrupted when she saw the staff members coming into the room.

“Uhm, we’ll just go…”

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[iamvegorott]

Jackie's Bachelor Party

Welcome to a spin-off of Meeting a Magical Man, which, as the name implies, is Jackie's bachelor party! Get ready for sass, chaos, go-karts, and a cowboy bar

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Jackie's Bachelor Party

“Chase, Edward, Mare, and Dark are our DDs. Designated drivers. They’re not drinking so they can drive.” Marvin explained what it meant before Mad could even ask.  

“But we didn’t drive here,” Mad said. 

“They’re staying sober so we won’t die.” Marvin changed his explanation. 

“Oh.” 

“We won’t start drinking until we get to that cowboy bar because, like hell, I trust Anti behind the wheel of a go-kart with anything but water in him.”  

“I am a graceful drunk.” Anti protested.  

“You cried about a stuffed turtle the last time we drank together.” Marvin scoffed. 

“There was that one time you cried because Dark sent you a green heart emoji,” Chase added. 

“You kept going, ‘Guys! He loves me! Guys!’" Marvin exaggerated his tone and hugged Chase’s arm.  

“I’m a little emotional when drunk, alright?” Anti huffed, crossing his arms.  

“A little is beyond an understatement,” Dark stated as he sent a text.  

“Dark! You’re supposed to be on my side!”  

“Jackie’s still not here yet,” Mad commented with a hum.  

“He’s always late.” Marvin clicked his tongue and checked his phone before looking at Chase when his went off.  

“Hey Jackie, you on your way?” Chase asked when he answered the phone. “You can see us? Where are you?”  

“He is a fairly large man; how can we not see him?” Henrik asked with a light laugh as he and the others looked down the streets. Marvin paused and was the only one who looked up, sighing when his assumption was proven correct.  

“Darling, can I borrow your phone?” Marvin asked Chase. 

“No problem.” Chase handed Marvin the phone.  

“Thank you.” Marvin smiled at Chase before putting the phone to his ear and immediately used a much harsher tone. “Jackie Boimen, get your ass off the roof before I drag you down by your hair in a way you will not enjoy!”  

“Who enjoys getting their hair pulled?” Mad asked. 

There was a pause. 

Anti suddenly broke into a loud laugh, leaning against Dark as he laughed while Dark pinched the bridge of his nose. Edward opened his mouth to say something, but Henrik elbowed his side, shook his head, and had a warning glare. Chase held up his hands in surrender and Marvin was too busy watching Jackie climb down a fire escape to notice the question. Mare sighed as he accepted his fate and whispered something into Mad’s ear. 

“Oh.” Mad held out the word. “Oh!” He repeated himself as his face went red. 

Anti started laughing even harder and Dark had to hold his arm to keep him on his feet. 

“What are you doing jumping from roofs a week before your wedding!?” Marvin scolded when Jackie reached them.  

“It was faster.” Jackie rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Faster? Faster to your death, maybe. Honey, you are so accident-prone. We’re testing luck as it is with the go-karts.” Marvin poked at Jackie’s chest. “I have half a mind to take you back home and tell Phantom that you’re doing parkour and risking limping down the aisle.” 

“I think he’s got the point.” Chase chuckled, wrapping an arm around Marvin’s waist, and walking away with him. He looked over his shoulder and gave Jackie a thumbs-up while Jackie mouthed a thank you.  

“And this is why we have several DDs to make sure you all don’t do something too stupid.” Edward joked as he started herding everyone together and walking them toward the building they had been standing in front of.  

“He won’t die because if he does and breaks my brother’s heart, I’ll bring him back and then kill him myself,” Mare said as he held open the door for Marvin and Chase to go through first.  

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Dark said as he and Anti walked into the building. 

“He says that like I care about his opinion.” Mare popped his lips and smiled when that got Mad to chuckle.  

“Oh, snap!” Jackie snapped his fingers with his comment, smiling with pride after. “Phan taught me that.”  

“I’m so shocked.” Mare rolled his eyes while Edward ushered Jackie and Henrik through the door. “Is it too late to go home?” He asked Mad.  

“I don’t know a lot about weddings and bachelor parties, but I’m pretty sure the brother to one of the grooms can’t run off.” Mad chuckled as he pulled Mare into the building with him.  

“Y’all must be the bachelor party.” A young man greeted everyone with a big smile, face round and making him look like he had just turned eighteen. His name tag read Keith. “We got a lil’ tournament for ya. Since we got an uneven number, we got a bye set up that our groom can either use or we can pick someone by random.”  

“Let someone else have the bye.” Jackie chuckled.  

“Okie dokie, give us just a second to finish up our bracket here and then we’ll get our first round going with our groom here.” Keith shot a quick finger gun at Jackie before walking off to a young woman who appeared to be his age. Her name tag read Annalise.  

Everyone waited as the two set up the large whiteboard with black lines, writing names on the lines to create the beginning of the bracket. 

“Me and you Hen!” Jackie commented after seeing himself and Henrik in the first two spaces.  

“At least I’ll get one round in.” Henrik chuckled as Keith led away him and Jackie to the karts while everyone else was shown to the bleachers by Annalise.  

“Keith’s filling those two in but I'll let you guys know the idea, too.” Annalise played with one of the many piercings in her ears as she spoke. “Three laps, try to stay inside the padded walls, helmets and seatbelts are required, new helmets can be given upon request and most of all, have fun!” She let her ear go and perked up with the last part, which seemed to be her favorite section of the script she presented.  

By the time she had finished, Jackie and Henrik were inside their karts, helmets on, and seatbelts buckled. Jackie had his hands on the wheel and practically bouncing in his seat while Henrik had one of his hands resting on the wheel and he waved at Edward with the other.  

“When the light goes green, y’all can hit it,” Keith said to the two as he went over to stand with Annalise, pointing to the light that hung in the air in front of where the karts waited. Annalise pulled out a little remote from her pocket. “It will change in three...two...one-” He snapped his fingers while Annalise pressed a button, changing the light to green.  

Jackie and Henrik took off with squealing tires. Jackie got an early lead and maintained it throughout most of the race. 

“Go, Jackie!” Chase cheered. 

“You got this, Hen!” Marvin counter-cheered and laughed when Chase playfully bumped him with his hip. 

The race was far from close, Jackie finishing his final lap a good five seconds before Henrik. Jackie waited until Henrik finished and gave him a big hug, shouting in support and excitement. He seemed happier about him and Henrik having fun than the fact that he won.  

“Here go, Mr. Groom.” Annalise handed Jackie a golden star sticker.  

“Awesome!” Jackie perked up and immediately slapped the sticker on his chest. “Who’s next?”  

“Mare and Dark.” Keith read from the board as he added Jackie’s name to the line beside where his and Henrik’s names were.  

“Let's get this over with.” Dark sighed as he went over to the karts.   

“Good luck,” Mad said to Mare. 

“Well, now I’m definitely going to win.” Mare winked and went to the karts as well. 

“Aren’t you two so cute?” Anti teased when he saw Mad watching Mare walking away with a soft smile.   

“It’ll be even cuter when Mare kicks Dark’s ass,” Mad said without missing a beat or looking away from Mare.  

“Marvin! Your apprentice is sassing me!” Anti called out with a laugh in his voice.  

“Did the sass make sense?” Marvin called back. 

“Yes.” 

“Good job, Mad!” Marvin’s praise had Anti acting offended with a hand on his chest while Mad’s smile grew into a proud one.   

“Three...two...one-” This time Annalise did the verbal countdown while Keith pressed the button.  

Mare and Dark took off, staying evenly paced for most of the race. Sometimes one got ahead of the other, but it didn’t last long. 

“Faster, Mare, faster!” Mad cheered. 

“Go, Mare!" Edward added to the cheer. 

“Am I the only one rooting for Dark?” Anti asked. The immediate and unified yes had Anti laughing hard enough that he nearly fell off the bleachers.  

“Mare!" Mad practically screamed with excitement when Mare passed Dark and won.  

“You do know this means you’ll have to race against Mare, right?” Anti asked and his laughing returned at Mad’s face dropping in realization, but that moment passed when Mare went up to him. 

“You won!” Mad said with the brightest smile.  

“How could I not with my good luck charm?” Mare chuckled.  

“Gag me.” Anti stuck his tongue out with his joke as he and Marvin walked by, the two already seeing their turn was next. He paused when they got to where Dark was talking with Annalise, looking at his watch and likely checking what time they’d be finished. Dark politely nodded to the young woman and turned, stopping short of running into Anti. “We should have you race more often, Darky~” Anti giggled. 

“Gag me,” Marvin said and waved with his fingers when Anti glared at him. 

“I’m going to lap your ass,” Anti stated as he moved away from his flirting and went to the karts with Marvin. 

“Good luck with that, honey.” Marvin brushed his hair back with his hand before putting his helmet on.  

“You look hot, Marv!” Chase called out from the bleachers. He let out another cheer when Marvin blew him a kiss as he got into his kart.  

“So, should we expect the next wedding to be for you two?” Jackie teased, lightly nudging Chase with his elbow. Chase choked on his breath and started coughing, face red from both the coughs and a bit of a blush.  

“My money is on it being Edward and Henrik.” Mare said.  

“How did we get involved in this?” Henrik asked.  

“Just a feeling.” Mare sang. 

“My feeling is that one twin is getting married and the other will follow suit soon.” Edward grinned when Mare stiffened and then glared at him. Mad was too busy watching the race to pay attention to the conversation.  

“Go, Marvin!” Mad clapped his hands. 

“Get him, Anti!” Dark shouted his support, making Mad flinch since he wasn’t prepared for Dark to suddenly be so loud.  

“Damn Dark, blow out a man’s eardrum.” Chase laughed, rubbing his ear to add to his joke.   

“Are you blushing?” Jackie joined in on the joke and he quickly slipped away to sit on the other side of the bleachers when Dark looked like he was going to stab him. Thankfully, Dark didn’t have time to follow through on that silent threat as the race finished and most of them were cheering Marvin’s name since he won.  

“What was that about lapping my ass?” Marvin taunted Anti with almost a purr in his voice.  

“Oh, shut up.” Anti scoffed with a hint of a smile. Turning to Chase and Edward as they went to the karts. “You better win Chase so then you can beat Marvin.”  

“We’ll have to wait and see.” Chase chuckled. 

“Have some faith in me,” Edward said as Anti handed him his helmet. Anti just stuck his tongue out and went away to sit next to Dark. 

“Good luck~” Marvin kissed Chase’s cheek, put the helmet on him, and went to the bleachers as well. Chase couldn’t stop his giggle as he watched Marvin leave, he still got a flutter in his heart with those kisses, and he knew that warmth in his chest would never stop when it came to Marvin.  

“Have you ever driven one of these things?” Edward asked as he got into the kart.  

“A few times.” Chase shrugged and got into his kart.  

“You got this Edward!” Henrik followed his cheer with a shout.  

“Think I’ll still get a kiss even after I lose?” Edward laughed.  

“It’s Hen, he’ll kiss you no matter what.” Chase reached over and playfully punched his arm.  

“Y’all ready?” Keith asked.  

“All set.” Chase perked up, hands on the steering wheel and Edward followed suit.  

“Three...two...one-” Keith did the countdown and Annalise pressed the button.  

The race went fairly smoothly aside from Chase beating Edward by almost a full lap. Most of the others weren’t too shocked by this but everyone was shocked when the next race between Mad and Mare had the same outcome and Mad won.  

“I studied the layout of the track while everyone else was racing.” Mad explained to Anti from the kart he still sat in after he had rushed down and asked, ‘How the fuck did you do that’. “Calculating the angles of the turns and getting a loose estimation on how fast the karts can go and-” 

“Okay, we get it, you’re smart, damn.” Anti clicked his tongue. “We need to get you drunk the moment we’re at the bar to make me feel better about myself.”  

“I'm sorry?” Mad wasn’t sure if he had done something wrong but it was better to be safe. He hummed and tilted his head up when he felt something on his helmet, smiling when he saw Mare.  

“You did really good.” Mare said.  

“Nope. Not watching you two get all kissy-kissy. Bleh.” Anti exaggerated his tone as he walked away.  

“Coming from the man that made out with his boyfriend in Marvin’s living room,” Mare called after him. 

“Like you haven’t!” Anti called back. 

“I did when I lived there.” Mare countered.  

“Raise your hand if you haven’t made out in my living room.” Marvin joked, looking at Henrik and his eyebrows going up when Henrik’s hand didn’t. “Hen!”  

“It was one time!” Henrik protested. 

“Twice.” Edward corrected.  

“Okay, now I need all the details~” Marvin teased Henrik.  

“We’re ready for the next round,” Annalise announced and Henrik let out a sigh of relief when the attention went back to the races. 

“They changed the track,” Mad said.  

“Their site said they switch it up between rounds so it doesn’t get boring,” Jackie explained as he checked his seatbelt. 

“Shit.”  

And shit it was. Jackie ended up lapping Mad since he kept driving into the padded walls and by the time Mad was finally finished, he felt dizzy. Mad fumbled out of his kart and wasn’t shocked at Marvin and Mare being right in front of him.  

“Are you okay?” Marvin asked as he took off Mad’s helmet.  

“Did you hurt anything?” Mare asked, checking over Mad’s body.  

“I’m fine. I just wasn’t ready for the sudden change.” Mad laughed. “It was like bumper cars but more intense.”  

“Is he okay?” Jackie asked as he jogged over.  

“Would you all stop acting like I’m made of glass?” Mad rolled his eyes. 

“Oh, we just care about you, Maddy.” Jackie laughed, wrapping an arm around Mad’s neck and rubbing his knuckles against the top of his head.  

“Go back to the glass treatment.” Mad protested as he tried to squirm away from Jackie.  

“You’re lucky he has control over his fire,” Marvin said as Chase joined them for the next race. “Well, for the most part.” He added the last part as a joke and he knew that would get Jackie to let Mad go. And Jackie did, even bouncing back a little as an extra precaution.

“I swear Marvin acts more like your mom than your mentor.” Anti teased as Mad, Mare, and Jackie joined him and the others on the bleachers.  

“I’d be okay if Marvin was my parent,” Mad said.  

“At least he doesn’t have to worry about the ‘birds and the bees’ talk.” Anti nudged Mad’s arm with his hand. 

“He did. My parents didn’t want me to know what sex was, they didn’t even want me to know about kissing.” Mad stated. Anti started laughing like Mad made a joke and it slowly died off when he noticed Mad just blinked at him. 

“You’re kidding, right?” Anti asked. Mad only shook his head and looked out to the karts. “He’s-He’s kidding, he’s just pulling my leg, right?” Anti asked Mare, getting another head shake. “The fuck?”  

“Different day,” Dark whispered to Anti, that being his polite way of saying drop it. 

“If I win, you’re doing dishes for a week,” Marvin said as he got himself ready in the cart.  

“And if I win, you’re doing them without magic.” Chase winked.  

“I see how it is.” Marvin giggled. “We’re ready~” He sang to Annalise and Keith.  

“Three, two, one.” Annalise did the countdown a little faster this time and Keith pressed the button.  

“I don’t know who to cheer for,” Mad said.  

“Me neither.” Henrik agreed. 

“Fuck him up, Marvin!” Anti shouted.  

The race between Marvin and Chase went fast and smooth until the very end when Chase’s back wheel bumped into Marvin’s kart and got him to spin. Chase didn’t realize what had happened, thinking he had scraped a wall, until after he passed the finish line and looked over his shoulder to see Marvin correcting his kart.  

“Sorry!” Chase called as Marvin crossed the finish line a few moments later.  

“I can’t believe you hit me.” Marvin played up his fake pout as he took his helmet off.  

“I didn’t mean to,” Chase said.  

“You owe me now.” Marvin got out of the kart and went over to Chase.  

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow,” Chase promised, smiling when Marvin gave him a quick kiss.  

“I’ll hold you to it.”  

“Should we go ahead and book a party for your guys’ bachelor party?” Annalise asked with a teasing grin.  

“Anna,” Keith spoke through his teeth in a warning.  

“Time for the finale!” Jackie’s cheer saved Marvin and Chase from having to react to Annalise’s comment. “The groom versus the best man!”  

“Good luck.” Marvin winked and slipped away to the bleachers.  

“Here comes the bride~” Anti sang as Marvin sat down next to him.  

“I will throw you out of the building.” Marvin threatened.  

“And ruin Jackie’s party?” Anti puffed his lower lip out.  

“He won’t notice.”  

“Rude.” 

“Three! Two! One! Go!” Annalise and Keith’s shouts echoed and the higher-pitched revving of the karts followed as Jackie and Chase took off.  

Their race was a much more exciting one than the others. The two were laughing while bumping into each other, letting one get the lead, but it wasn’t long before the other was on their tail, hitting them and taking over.  

“Woo!” Jackie shouted, throwing his arms in the air as he barely beat Chase.  

“We’ll have to do a rematch at some point.” Chase laughed.  

“You're so on!" Jackie said as he held up the trophy Keith handed him. 

“Thank God, we’re finally done.” Anti groaned. “I need a drink.”   

“Don’t forget we’re going to a cowboy bar.” Marvin reminded. 

“Damn it.” 

x~x~x 

“That's the good shit,” Anti said after putting down the empty shot glass. He had no idea how many of those he had drank but it was enough that he didn’t care anymore about anything, and he wasn’t the only one in that state of mind. 

“Ta-da~!” Mad sang, holding his arms out to show the little crowd around him the coin floating in the glass of water. 

“Dude!” Jackie said in awe while the group of equally intoxicated men shouted their approval of the trick as well.  

“That’s magic!” One of the men said. 

“Not magic, science. Now pay up.” Mad held his hands out with a giggle, swaying a bit as he was handed some cash from a handful of the bargoers who had participated in the bet.  

“A drunk Mad hustling cowboys with science was not on my bingo card.” Chase chuckled.  

“It was on mine,” Edward said.  

“I think that’s enough science bets for the night,” Mare said as Mad joined them back at the bar counter.  

“Okay.” Mad sat down on a bar stool. “Jackie went to get his free hat.” He added as he started counting his ‘earnings’. “Can I have another shot?” Mad handed one of the bills to the bartender.  

“Water.” Mare corrected. “Keep the cash, added tip for them.” He gestured to the ones in the group that were drinking.  

“Let him have a shot!” Anti called out. “I want one too!”  

“You can have a shot of water.” Dark agreed with Mare to cut them off.  

“Boo!” Anti pouted.  

“Me and Hen can get-” 

“Some water as well.” Chase finished Marvin’s sentence and chuckled when Marvin whined at him. Henrik's protest came out in German and Edward pushed away the last few sips of Henrik’s drink.  

“When you forget English, it’s time to call it a night," Edward said when Henrik protested at him more in German.  

“I think Jackie is lost.” Chase laughed at seeing Jackie going in a bit of a circle at the other end of the bar. “I got him.” He added and walked off.   

“Oh, my God,” Anti said as he and Marvin watched Chase go.  

“What?” Marvin asked. 

“Chase has a slutty waist.” Anti pointed and Marvin tilted his head.  

“Yeah, he does~” Marvin giggled. “It’s a nice slutty waist.” 

“Mine’s better.” Anti giggled with him.  

“Do I even want to know?” Dark sighed, wishing that he had something stronger to drink than his Dr. Pepper.  

“Probably not,” Mare said with a shrug as he started handing out the water bottles they were given.  

“A slutty waist?” Mad asked. “Do I have one of those?” Marvin and Anti looked at Mad, looked at each other, nodded, and then went back to looking at Mad. 

“Yes.” They answered together. Mad, still not fully sure what the two were talking about, had a sudden panic in his face and shouted. 

“Mare! I’m a slut!” Mad was still confused as Marvin and Anti laughed, Dark nearly choked on his drink, Henrik tried to comfort Mad, but was still stuck on German, Edward covered his mouth with his hand and Mare looked like he was ready to smack the ones laughing.  

“Let’s not yell that in the middle of public.” Mare went to Mad and opened the bottle of water for him. “And you’re not a slut.”  

“But they said-” Mad was cut off by the water bottle getting put into his mouth.  

“I’ll explain what it means when you’re sober. But you two.” Mare turned to Anti and Marvin, who were still laughing. “I know that you’re drunk, but could you refrain from-” 

“Maddy!” Jackie yelled as he hugged Mad, his newly gained cowboy hat sitting cooked on his head. “Maddy, we’re going to be brothers!”  

“They gave him some birthday shots with his hat,” Chase explained. “He’s gone from drunk to trashed.” 

“Sounds like we should head home soon. Phantom can handle-” 

“Mare!” Jackie continued the trend of preventing people from finishing their sentences as he practically threw himself on Mare, giving him a bear hug. “Mare! We’re going to be brothers! I went from no siblings to two! That’s so awesome!” 

“Brother-in-laws.” Mare corrected, rolling his eyes but still having a hint of a smile.  

“My family is growing!” Jackie sounded like he was on the verge of happy tears.  

“Jackie, honey, you’re going to snap him like a twig.” Marvin giggled.  

“I am not that frail.” Mare said. Although, he had to admit to himself that Jackie’s grip was strong. “You can get off me now.” 

“We have to do brotherly things! Like, wrestle and, like, gossip, and argue about silly things and-and-” Jackie turned to get more ideas from Mad but saw an empty chair. “And Mad’s missing.”  

“What are you-shit.” Mare turned as well and managed to finally get free from Jackie’s hold.  “Did anyone see where Mad went?”  

“You need to get a bell for that nerd,” Anti commented. 

“He probably went to the bathroom,” Chase suggested. “Knowing how we are, he told us and wasn’t heard 'cause we’re all loud.”  

“I still vote on getting him a bell,” Anti repeated himself as Mare left to look for Mad.  

“I think I see Mad.” Marvin slid out of his seat  

“Marv, wait.” Chase caught Marvin’s hand and walked with him.  

“Stay here, I’ll go tell Mare where Mad is,” Dark said to Anti, having seen what Marvin had. “Drink more of this.” He moved the water closer to him before walking off.  

“We gotta go help Mad!” Jackie gasped and then ran to where Marvin and Chase went.  

“Jackie!” Edward was going to fight the others for leaving him alone with three drunk men. “Anti!” He missed trying to catch Anti as he went after Jackie. “Damn it.”  

“We can help.” Henrik took Edward’s hand and tugged. 

“At least you’re sobering up enough to be speaking English again.” Edward sighed as he let himself be guided away. He really did need to work on his German lessons. 

“I’m guessing Mad’s where our group is headed?” Mare pointed as he walked with Dark.  

“They need to work on listening.” Dark groaned. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Mare chuckled, squeezing his way through the crowd and perking up when he saw Mad. He saw that one of the patrons was trying to get Mad’s attention and grabbed his arm. 

“Don’t touch me!” Mad snapped and, doing something no one would expect, punched the man square in the jaw.  

“Mad!” Mare had a lot of conflicting thoughts but the ones that took over were ‘run’ and ‘protect’ as he booked it to where Mad was and pulled him away from the beyond pissed man.  

“The fuck was that!?” The man held his face as he yelled.  

“He weighs ten pounds soaking wet, like it hurt that much, ya fuck!” Anti said in a slurred, yet mocking voice.  

“You little-” 

“Don’t mess with my brothers!” Jackie let out a heroic cry before tackling the man, sending both of them flying to the ground.  

“Get his ass, Jackie!” Marvin’s cheer was drowned out by the ensuing chaos, the other patrons getting bumped into and causing an all-out brawl.  

“This is like one of those movies Chase showed me!” Mad said, being way too excited about it. “Wait! We're supposed to fight!” He protested at Mare throwing him over his shoulder.  

“We are not fighting,” Mare said as he kicked away someone who got too close for comfort. 

“Don’t.” Dark, following Mare’s actions, caught Anti and put him up on a shoulder as well.  

“Let me kick some ass!” Anti squirmed, giving up after a few moments. All the alcohol in his system made him tire himself out quickly. He now just hung limply and muttered in disapproval.  

“Nope, nope, nope.” Henrik grabbed the back of Marvin’s shirt and pulled him away as Edward pushed through the crowd, still holding Henrik’s hand. Mare and Dark made their way through with them 

That meant Chase was left to deal with Jackie.  

“Jackie, yo, Jackie!” Chase shouted over the chaos. Jackie was shoving people away and laughing as no one was able to hit him as he spun about. “Alright, time for the secret move.” Chase rolled his sleeves before running and jumping up on Jackie’s back. “It’s time to leave, dude!” He raised his voice to be heard.  

“Oh! Okay! Hold on!” Jackie warned and then started running, barging through the crowd like a snowplow until he was outside where the others were waiting.  

“Holy shit!” Chase cursed and clung to Jackie for dear life.

“I’m ready to go home,” Mad said from where he sat in the grass.  

“Starting a bar fight is one hell of a way to end a bachelor party.” Anti laughed, leaning heavily against Dark.  

“Thankfully, Henrik is too drunk to scold,” Chase said as he got off Jackie. “You okay, Marv?” He asked when he noticed Marvin suddenly going quiet.  

“Darling, hold my hair,” Marvin said.  

“Hold your-oh, fuck.” Chase scrambled and pulled Marvin’s hair back when he started getting sick.  

“Party foul!” Anti cackled and then his face went green before turning away and throwing up as well.  

“Now, I’m really ready to go home.” Mad covered his ears with the palms of his hands.     

“I told you not to eat those onion rings,” Dark said, rubbing Anti’s back as he stayed hunched over.  

“They tasted good.” Anti groaned. “I regret nothing.”  

“I know you don’t." Dark chuckled.  

“I think Henrik and Jackie fell asleep.” Mad’s voice was louder than usual as he tried to hear himself through his hands, gesturing with his head to the two men on the grass. Henrik was resting on his stomach, glasses askew. Jackie was sprawled out and softly snoring.  

“Phantom’s ready for his drunk fiancé,” Mare said as he shook his phone to show that he had texted his brother.  

“I’m done.” Marvin turned and flopped himself toward Chase. “Ready to go home.” His voice was muffled by Chase’s chest.  

“I think we all are.” Edward chuckled, rubbing Henrik’s back. 

“Phan said he’s got everything set in the living room for you to show up,” Mare said to Dark. “You guys still good with the rest of us crashing at your place.” He added to Chase.  

“Still good.” Chase held up a thumb.  

“Good night, everyone. Here’s hoping the next party doesn’t end as violently.” Dark said. 

“No promises.” Mare laughed, seeing Dark sigh before himself, Anti, and Jackie were gone with the snap of his fingers. In the next moment, Mare snapped his fingers as well and sent the others to the living room of Marvin and Chase’s home.  

“Up we go,” Edward grunted as he scooped Henrik up in his arms. Henrik was back to German as he mumbled something in that language while Edward carried him away. Finally, it was something Edward understood completely. “I love you, too.”  

“The bed will be a lot more comfortable than the floor,” Mare said as he hoisted Mad to his feet.  

“Yeah.” Mad agreed, hugging Mare’s arm and resting his head against it as they started walking. “Night.” He half-waved toward Chase and Marvin. 

“Night.” Chase waved back before turning all his attention to Marvin. “Want me to carry you?”  

“Can you carry me like royalty?” Marvin asked, giving Chase a soft smile as he was leaning over a bit, butt sticking out, and keeping his chin on Chase’s chest.  

“Yes, I can.” Chase chuckled and moved to lift Marvin into his arms bridal style.  

“I’m the fanciest prince.” Marvin giggled, wrapping his arms around Chase’s neck.  

“And the handsomest.” Chase used his hip to open the bedroom door. 

“Nah, that title belongs to you.” Marvin hummed as he was laid out on the bed. “I’m the fancy prince and you’re the handsome prince.”  

“I can work with that.” Chase closed the door, kicked off his shoes and jeans, and hung his hat up.  

“And Mad’s the smart prince and Mare’s the musical prince and Henrik’s the doctor prince and-” 

“Is everyone princes now?” Chase asked while he got Marvin out of his shoes and pants. 

“Yeah!” Marvin said like it was obvious.  

“We must live in one massive kingdom.” Chase tossed the clothing and shoes into piles for morning him to deal with before turning off the lights.  

“We do. The biggest one.” Marvin said, watching in the very dim lighting of the moon Chase crawling across the bed and lying down beside him. He rolled over and flopped himself on top of Chase, hair covering most of his face. “Love you.”  

“I love you, too.” Chase fixed Marvin’s hair so he could see him. “You look like you really need some sleep.” 

“Not tired.” Marvin weakly protested, eyes already closing. 

“Sure, you’re not.” Chase chuckled, lifting his head to kiss Marvin’s forehead. “Goodnight.” 

“Night.” Marvin’s word barely came out, showing he had fallen asleep in mere seconds.  

“Night,” Chase repeated and kissed Marvin’s forehead again with a smile, closing his eyes and relaxing. He’d need to wiggle free later to get his sleeping potion, but for right now he was more than happy to enjoy holding Marvin as he rested.  

Chase had a good feeling that Phantom’s bachelor party would be just as chaotic.  

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I noticed you didn’t have anything yet on Steve Roger’s. Then a miracle happened and my brain 🧠 worked.

Steve Rogers x Reader where she doesn’t normally curse cause it’s for big girls but then she picks up the habit from one of her friends?

Love this^

Bad Language Word

1132 words

WARNINGS: Daddy kink?

“Okay when’s the next turn?” Your friend, Tiffany asked you as she kept her eyes on the road. “Take a right at the next light.” You tell her, and she uses her blinker to get into the left lane.

“Fuck!” She screams as your bodies are jolted forward, the seat belt locking around you and putting bruising pressure against your collar bone. “Oh this fucking bitch is getting it!” She screams as she leaves the car, not bothering to shut the door behind her as she approaches the people who leave the other car that just hit you guys.

“Hey assholes!” She screams, her hands clenched into fists as three girls leave the car that stopped behind you, and you scramble to get out of the car, but once again, the seatbelt is stuck. This stupid old car. “Tiffany!” You shout, hoping to get her attention. “Tiffany!” You shout again, looking in the back mirror and turning over your shoulder you could see them all ganging up on her while she barely holds herself up as they push her and blame her for the accident. Then finally the seatbelt works and you leave the car, removing your hoodie in the process. “Hey asshole!” You yell, catching the attention of one of them. You put your foot out, tripping one of the girls to which she falls to the ground, her face falling into a pile of cold mud. As she fell, you came behind another girl, reaching up quickly and wrapping your hoodie around her head before pulling her towards you, bringing her head down before kneeing her in the stomach, making her double over and fall to her hands and knees, so you bring your foot up and kick her in the face, bringing her to her ass. Then the last girl jumps onto you from behind, wrapping her arm around your neck in an attempt to choke you, but you only bend forward, lifting with your legs as you throw her over your body, and she lands in front of you on her back, and you spit on her the second you collect yourself. “Holy shit Y/N…” Tiffany blurts out, still leaning on the trunk of her car to keep herself up. “Shut the fuck up and get the passenger seat, I’m driving myself home.” You demand, making it obvious that you’re pissing. You both had been working your asses off to control her anger. Literally spending money on her anger management classes out of your own wallet for MONTHS and then a simple fender bender is what causes her to go off. She knew you were mad. You never cursed. No matter the situation you’ve always been able to keep your cool, the only reason you were set off this time is because you’ve had a long day, and some asshole was attacking your bestfriends instead of holding it back. You just wanted your boyfriend. He made every problem go away.

You arrive home. “I’ll see you next week, let me know if anything comes up Tiffany.” You ask her, grabbing your bag from the trunk and watching as she switches over to the driver side. “See you.” She says before driving off, not wanting to anger you more with her usual sarcastic comebacks about her anger management that she doesn’t believe she needs.

“There she is!” You try to smile as you hear his voice upon entering the house, but you have a scowl on your face instead, and it felt as if you had swallowed barbed wire, and it had gotten caught in your throat. “How was the session, princess?” He asked, coming around the corner when you didn’t run in with your usual happiness, always immediately jumping into his arms and pressing kisses everywhere on his face.

“It was fine.” You reply simply. “No it wasn’t. What happened?” His voice hardens and he approaches you with his arms crossed. He looked like an angry dad who was asking his daughter for her report card. “It was fine. Fuck. Get off my back, you’re not my dad Steve!” You shout, and it was already too late to take it back after realising what you had said.

“You get back here. Right. Now.” His voice was stern as you brushed past him, and went into your shared bedroom, changing your clothes into something more comfortable. Fuck I forgot my hoodie on that bitch. You realised as you undressed, getting into your Captain America pyjamas, then Steve came into the room.

“Y/N.” His voice was stern. “You better apologise for your language right this second, or there will be a punishment. Those words are for big girl honey.” He leans in the doorframe with his arms crossed, blocking your way out. “Get out of my way.” You grumble, still holding back tears as you undo your hair and let it fall down your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the room. “No.” He tells you. “Now sit the fuck down on the bed right now before I make you.” He wasn’t asking. He was telling. But you didn’t care. “You can’t tell me what to do, I’m your girlfriend not your fucking-”

“Shit!” You yell as the back of Steve's hand comes across your face, a second time as you scream shit. “Steve, what the fuck!” Again. “Shit!” You whimper, now on the ground as he lifts you by your hair, pulling on it painfully as he throws you onto the bed. You open your mouth to yell and curse at him again, but quickly decide against it as he slowly raises his hand.

“Are you done?” He asks with venom laces in his voice, and you nod. “Use your words princess.” He tells you and you open your eyes to look at him, his hand was back to his side. “I’m sorry… I won’t do it again.” You tell him, and even after being backhanded, you still wanted him to hold you, and all you had to do was ask. “Can you please hold me?” You ask him, and his eyes soften as a small smile grows on his face. He lifts one knee onto the bed then the other, lying next to you and holding you in his big arms as you curl into him. “Anytime princess, but not for long, I have food on the stove.” You nod slightly.

“And Y/N?”

“Yes, Stevie?”

“I don’t want you hanging out with Tiffany anymore. Everytime you come home after hanging out with him, you always have this horrible attitude. This language has taken it too far baby.”

“Okay… I promise I won’t hang out with her anymore…”

“Good girl.”

“What’s for dinner?”

“Your favourite… lasagna with extra ricotta and extra sauce.”

“Stevie?”

“Yes baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too princess.”