#just been through a lot of shiz lately

[theoathkeeper]

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[harrysbussyy]

can you write about seatbelt ;) (car shiz)

ngl, i forgot all about this but I saw a video on tiktok about Harry driving and ya know... the gears started turning... so- also not proofread but-

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Late night drives were your favorite. Especially when Harry was the one driving. You hadn't been able to see each other in a few weeks due to your conflicting schedules, so when Harry found out that both of you were off tomorrow, he couldn't wait much longer.

It was around 1AM when your phone rang. You were already asleep but when you saw his name on your screen, you immediately picked up the phone.

"What are you doing, baby?" He rasped and you smiled, your eyes still shut.

You loved when he called you baby. It was just something about the way he said it that warmed you from the inside out every single time.

"I was asleep, Harry," you huffed, rolling over on your back and tossing your arm over your eyes, "I worked a double today."

"Aww," He cooed and you could hear the sound of his car's engine in the background. For a moment, you thought you were hallucinating. That is until he spoke up again, "I was hoping to see you tonight, but if you're too tired..."

Your eyes shot open and you turned your head to look at the window. Lights casted through the glass and over your room as Harry pulled into your driveway.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Come see me, darling."

You were out of bed in record time. You grabbed your hoodie from the foot of your bed and slipped on your shoes at the front door, making sure to lock the door on your way out.

He got out the moment he saw you, meeting you halfway with a huge smile on his face. You threw your arms around him and his arms circled your waist, lifting you off of your feet as he buried his face into your neck.

"I missed you so much," He mumbled, inhaling your scent.

"I missed you more," You said as he gently sat you down on your feet.

"Ride with me?"

You didn't even have to say anything. He grabbed your hand and opened the car door for you. Once you were in, he leaned down and pecked your lips, a look of adornment on his face as he stared at you.

He drove around aimlessly for the next thirty minutes. You talked and he listened, he talked and you listened. You just enjoyed each other’s company. Eventually, you ran out of things to talk about but the silence was comfortable. You always felt comfortable around Harry.

He pulled into an empty parking lot and turned off the engine. You took in your surroundings, shaking your head, and chuckled when you noticed his horrible parking.

"You've been driving for years and you still don't know how to park," You teased, turning to face him.

"It's been a long day," He sighed, leaning all the way back in his seat.

You hummed and nodded, "I get it."

He turned his head and stared at you, his eyes raking over your body and lingering on your thighs. You were just in your pajama shorts and the only thing you were wearing underneath your hoodie was a thin tank top. When Harry said he was outside, the last thing you was worried about was changing your clothes.

"I really did miss you," He said, his hand reaching across the center console and resting on your thigh.

You rolled your eyes and smiled, "Did you really?

The feeling of his thumb tracing circles on your skin sent a chill up your spine, “Of course I did. Did you miss me?”

You tilted your head to the side, feeling his hand slide higher and higher. It wasn’t long until his fingers were brushing against your cunt. As if it was a natural instinct, your clit throbbed.

“Spread your legs for me,” He whispered and you did, leaning back into the seat and spreading your legs as much as you could.

You looked over at him and he was already staring at you. His hand slid into your pajama shorts and in between your folds, his mouth falling open when he felt how wet you were.

“Yeah you missed me,” he murmured, confirming the question he asked just a few moments ago.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing over your as his fingers rubbed up and down your slit. You unzipped your hoodie, suddenly feeling too hot in this small car. Harry’s head nudged your and his lips attached to your neck.

“So fucking tight,” He groaned as he slid his finger into your cunt.

Your back arched off of the seat, chest heaving. In one swift movement, Harry wrapped his arm underneath your body and lifted you. He sat back in his seat, pulling you over the center console with him until you were straddling his waist.

He kissed you immediately. Your head was starting to spin due to everything happening so quickly but you were eager and willing, kissing him back with just as much passion. Lips, teeth, tongue, and spit swapped and clashing as his hands roamed aimlessly.

He snaked his hand under your shirt and cupped your tit, pinching your nipple. You moaned, breaking away from the kiss and leaning back against the steering wheel. He followed your movements, sitting up pulling the top of your tank top down roughly. The straps broke and your frowned, grabbing ahold of his throat just as he went to suck your nipple.

“This was new,” you pouted, feeling his pulse quicken underneath your fingertips.

“Oh boohoo,” He huffed, his hands grabbing your waist and assisting you in moving your hips, “Want me to buy you another one?”

“Yeah,” You moaned at the feeling of his cock growing hard beneath you. You began to grind your hips a little faster, the ragged fabric of his jeans rubbing against your clothed clit in just the right way,

“I’ll buy you another one, baby,” He smiled, reaching up and gently pulling your hands off of his neck before leaning forward and successfully sucking your nipple between his lips.

His hands snaked around your waist and into your shorts. He grabbed both of your asscheeks roughly, spreading them apart as he continued to move your hips for you. You were dripping, surely you were leaving a wet spot on his sweat pants.

His tongue lapped at your nipple eagerly as he pulled you tighter against his body. One of his fingers slid into your pussy from behind and just as quickly, he pulled it out, gliding your juices over your asshole and he bit down on your nipple.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, feeling his finger slide past your rim.

“I missed that fucking voice so much,” he groaned loudly, licking up your neck, “Let me hear you.” He slid another finger into your asshole, causing you to moan loudly. He chuckled, “That’s it.”

Stars peaked in the corners of your eyes as the knot in your tummy tightened, “Harry,” you whimpered, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as he worked your hips faster.

He moaned in your ear, moving his fingers in your ass in a circular motion, “There we go, you feel so good wrapped around my fingers. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? Answer me, baby.”

“Yes,” You whined, fisting the front of his shirt as heat raced through your veins, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

Your body froze and so did his fingers. Your clit throbbed erratically and your holes clenched. For a moment, you even stopped breathing and it wasn’t until he pumped his fingers twice that you caved, crying out and squirting all over his lap.

He let out a raspy chuckle, gently kissing your jaw as he slowly slid his fingers out of you. He fumbled around a bit until he found the handle on the side of the seat. He pulled you with him as he leaned the seat back further before reaching underneath you and pulling his cock from his sweats.

He stroked himself a few times, using his other hand to pull your shorts to the side, “Can I fuck you, darling?”

The cool metal of his cock piercing instantly cooling the heated skin as he glided the tip of his cock between your folds.

You nodded, biting your lip when he teased your entrance.

“Hm?” He nipped at your jaw, “What did you say?”

“Yes,” you panted, moving your hips in an attempt to get him to slide inside of you.

He slapped your ass, instantly rubbing over the sting, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good fucking girl.”

Before you could respond, he was sliding inside of you. You hissed as he stretched you out, it’d been a week since the last time he was inside of you and you knew it would take you a moment to adjust to his size again but you were needy. You didn’t want to wait.

“Please,” You begged, placing your hands firmly on his chest as you lifted your hips, “Please fuck me.”

He moaned, his hands finding your waist once again and pulling you down onto his cock. It didn’t take long to get a steady pace, but when he did, he ran with it. You could hardly catch your breath as you fucked him. Your hands snaked into his hair and pulled at the roots. He hissed, his hips jerking up and hitting your g-spot.

“Again,” He demanded, and you obeyed.

He cursed, the feeling sending a shock straight to his cock. You could feel his cock piercing against your walls and you could hardly stop the moans from falling from your lips. Your hips were starting to hurt from how hard Harry was gripping onto them but you didn’t care.

One particularly hard pull on Harry’s hair had him halting all movement. He stared up at you with raised eyebrows and dilated pupils. Sweat graced his forehead as he reached up and grabbed the seatbelt, “Give me your hands.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was grabbing your wrists and bringing your hands so that they were visible to him. He wrapped the seatbelt around your wrists once, twice, three times until they were slowly becoming numb.

“I can’t cum until I felt that tight little pussy clench on my cock and if you keep pulling on my fucking hair-” He trailed off, lifting his hips quickly and catching you off guard. You fell forward on his chest, your hands hovered over your heads now that the seatbelt had locked.

He slapped your ass again before sliding his finger inside of your hole. He was relentless, driving his hips up into you with no remorse. Incoherent words and stuttered moans erupted from your throat.

You balled your hands into fists and pulled on the seatbelt, wanting so badly to touch something, to steady yourself. Harry noticed and he snorted, his lips brushing against yours, “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” you huffed, a lazy smile pulling at your lips, “You alright?”

“I’m great, baby,” He moaned, his hand coming up and tightly grasping your throat, “Just fucking great.”

He squeezed the sides of your throat, nearly cutting off your breathing as your clit slapped against his pelvis with every thrust.

“Holy fuck-” You gasped, feeling your body start to tingle as he repeatedly slammed against your g-spot. It was getting harder to breathe and you were becoming lightheaded. Still, you decided to move your hips along with him, wanting him to cum just as much as he wanted you to.

It was a challenge, not having the use of your hands but that didn’t stop you. Your cunt clenched around his cock tightly. All it took was four more thrusts before you were screaming his name. You came with a sharp breath, your head falling against his and kissing him deeply as he twitched inside of you.

“Please cum, daddy,” You whispered against his lips.

With a strained moan, his eyes fluttered shut and he released. Short, hot spurts of cum coated your walls graciously as his hands fell to your body. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides, massaging the flesh and kissing you slowly.

After a few minutes, you spoke up, “Don’t wanna ruin the moment but… I can’t feel my hands.”

He cackled and reached up, unwrapping the seatbelt from around your wrists and bringing your wrists to his lips. He kissed the bruised flesh, his eyes staying locked on yours as he smiled, “Wasn’t that fun?”

[ka-go-me]

What’s your sweetest RP experience so far? 

𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔:          ⨳ — MUNDAY; send one to get to know the mun better!

outoftomorrow:       WELL, this is weeks late in answering...lol. But I didn’t have time till now... eheh...ANYWAY. It is Munday again, so I’ll get to it nao! Hehe.        I’ve been roleplaying for a little over 2 decades---20 years...So, I’ve had a metric shiz ton of sweet RP experiences--And I can’t pick any one for the sweetest so far. I can list a bunch that come to mind though~        Valentine’s day~ Higurashi Shrine house: Kagome’s room. before their a couple. Inuyasha decides to present Kags with a few flowers and a handcrafted card with some words written incorrectly; because he heard that was what was done on V-day for the person you’re interested in. She’s very surprised, particularly since V-day in Japan is when the girls give the guys stuff-and white day is the other way, but she’s really happy nonetheless; and they settle down to snuggle on her bed~ (This is also the moment when Inu discovers Kags’ belly is something of an erogenous zone for her~ but shh!) I loved this one ‘cause it was the first instance my (now) GF had had Inuyasha do something vaguely romantic and sweet for Kags.           Kikyou and Kagome bonded together while Inuyasha was away on business--My Inu had gone to the Azores for a week, which left me, the Sesshoumaru mun, Rem, an OC mun, K, and our Kikyou mun Bunny to play without her--so Bunny and I had Kags and Kikyou bond together.           November 12, 2004-the day Haneko was born, and Inuyasha stayed by her side throughout the entire ordeal-even though he looked like he was about to faint through some of it--and stuck his head up her skirts to check on “things” down there twice! And there were a bunch of other muses and muns for that experience too--It was a sweet family-like affair.           Sometime after Haneko had been born-Kags was in the midst of post-partum depression and Inu took her to an osnen to help relieve it and the stress~I felt that was super sweet-and fun to play.           much more recently Kagome and her best friend Mulan had a slumber party! And from there decided to go to an onsen for a week of girls time! That was really sweet and fun. xD       Anyway--yea--there’s a lot more then that-ofc, but those were just the ones off the top of my head. and I can’t really pick a specific sweetest experience up to now~

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

Wip Wednesday

Untitled fic (Correspondence)

Summary/Story so far: HotchReid, slow burn, AU where Reid never joined the FBI, but got roped into consulting for the LA field office while working and teaching at Caltech. Hotch gets his email from a fellow agent, and they start to work on cases together -- until they start talking on a regular basis. Regular becomes frequent, frequent becomes constant. We are now months into this... tentative thing that is beyond friendship, beyond flirtatious, they still don't know much about each other on paper... but this feels a lot like dating. And then one day, Hotch abruptly stops answering his phone.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

(Set in season 6, unbeta'd, still the first draft, text/email templates are temporary)

((Notes: Spencer's POV this time, he is 29 and working at CalTech, Hotch still doesn't know how old he is though he does know that he's at least younger than 45 now. Hotch has been MIA now for about 18 hours.))

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Spencer spends way too long online that morning, searching for anything about the case Hotch is working. There's nothing about a raid, or a shooting, or even an arrest -- which could all just be apart of the ongoing media blackout -- but it also does nothing to stop him from panicking. 

With a drafted email pulled up to Ms. Penelope Garcia, the BAU's personal tech analyst, he ponders how to... even word this without it sounding too personal. Too much like he and Hotch have more than just a working relationship.

Because they do. They have... something.

Something that gives him fluttering sensations in his stomach, makes him check his phone constantly, and react to even the slightest chime similar to his text tone. Makes him smile when he sees Hotch's name on his notifications, in his email inbox, makes him message the man in the middle of the day at the most random thoughts. Just because he wants to make him laugh.

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[]You're going to get me in trouble.

[][]Did I make you smile?

[]I'm at a crime scene. There's a dead body in front of me.

[][]Then why are you checking your phone?

[]You know why.

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But that’s not something that is shared with the rest of the team, he’s sure. So he should be careful how he words his email, lest Ms. Garcia realize that Spencer isn’t asking purely as a colleague. 

Surely they know he has friends, though?

Chewing his lip, Spencer types out a brief email asking if Agent Hotchner is feeling well since he missed an appointment the night before and hasn’t been returning his calls. It’s a phrase he’s used often, so it comes naturally to Spencer as he types it out, and he realizes… he hasn’t called. He’s sent a dozen text messages, but not a phone call. Never a phone call. That was against the rules. 

He looks to his phone beside him on his desk, and tries to fight back the dueling forms of panic clawing at his chest. Panic that Hotch might not answer, panic what that means for the man he’s been… becoming more and more inclined to than any other person he’s met in so long. Panic if he does answer, breaking that barrier of written words to spoken, and the opportunity to hear Hotch’s voice. But he would also hear Spencer’s, and then there would be no hiding just how… how young he really is.

But his phone is in his hand before he can stop himself, and Hotch’s contact pulled up and his thumb hovering over the phone number with baited breath. 

Was he really going to do this?

He presses the touch screen and can hear the line connecting, the dial tone ring even before he gets the phone up to his ear and waits. It rings, and rings, and rings a fourth time -- before clicking over to voicemail. And Spencer’s hyper-fast thought processes realize he’s going to hear Hotch’s voice for the first time. Frozen in a panic, unsure if he wants to or if that had been something he wanted them to do together that the seconds slip by and suddenly it’s too late.

“You’ve reached the voicemail box of -- (703)-567-8790 -- this caller is not available. Please leave a message after the tone--”

It’s an automated, female voice that rattles off the numbers and generic call back message, and Spencer hangs up before it can begin recording him. Exhaling a shaky breath, that nothing had been ruined between him and Hotch thanks to an ill-timed phone call. 

He keeps the momentum going without much thought, and adjusts his email to Ms. Garcia before sending it. 

It feels so understated, and yet over dramatic the more he thinks about it. The more he reads it.

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Please let me know of his well-being.

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God, no wonder Hotch thought he was in his 60’s. 

But Spencer has to keep the façade up, not give away anything he doesn’t want to just because the emotional part of his brain is running rampant over the rational one. There are… many explanations as to why Hotch isn’t answering him. His gut feeling aside, he doesn’t need to be panicking like this. The world is still turning, he still has work to do, so Spencer tries to gather himself into some semblance of order and preps to talk to his doctoral students within the hour.

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His morning routine progresses as usual, to start. Dr. Reid has his mandatory round up with his doctoral candidates going over thesis and dissertation parameters, class lecture schedules, updates, the works. Like morning announcements, but he requires them all to be there and to listen, and they all show up. Everyone knows of Spencer’s eidetic memory. He will certainly not forget a single date or schedule change, and he expects his students to not forget as well. 

But this morning Spencer is fully distracted, his mind elsewhere, somewhere in the state of Delaware with an agent who may or may not be in danger. Because Spencer cannot shake the feeling that something is wrong. It almost seems more like a fact than a feeling. 

He becomes even more distracted when his email pings, a response from Ms. Garcia of Quantico, VA flashing across his laptop screen, right in the middle of his department announcements. Spencer’s eyes skim the preview sentence in the pop-up box, and his voice trails off as his mind… whirls. 

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Dr. Reid, I’m sorry to tell you I don’t know when Hotch will be available again. There was an incident, and he’s still in surg-

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Surgery.

Surgery.

That vice-like grip of worry that has taken hold of him since last night tightens further, to the point Spencer can’t breathe. Hotch is hurt, he’s in surgery, and if he hasn’t been answering his phone since last night -- or even late yesterday afternoon -- it was not a minor thing.

Hotch is hurt. 

“Dr. Reid? Are you okay?”

“I--” he’s still looking at the email pop-up box, and is clicking on it before he can stop himself. Immediately disconnecting his laptop from the projector as his email loads there. It takes him a faction of a second to read the email. “I’m sorry, an emergency just came up. Kimmy, finish reading off the schedule for me?” He doesn’t even wait until she answers him, just picks up his laptop and retreats to his office as fast as his long legs will carry him.

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--surgery and we’re still waiting on word. I know you 2 talk on the reg so I’ll keep you posted. 

Fret not, genius professor, our fearless leader has been through much worse than this.

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She’s using informal speech patterns, which she has never done before. It bleeds her nervousness, and worries Spencer even more. Ms. Garcia also revealed she knows he and Hotch talk, but surprisingly that doesn’t have the effect he thought it would on his already rattled nerves. Instead, any and all reservations fall away as he types out a response much in the same way he and Hotch had started their friendship all those months ago.

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Please, is there anything you are allowed to tell me about the case or his condition? We --

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Spencer pauses, bites his lip as he considers crossing this boundary into the uncomfortable unknown, and then thinks about Hotch on a hospital operating table three thousand miles away.

“Screw it,” he mutters and continues to type.

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--We’ve become good friends and I’m very worried.

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The reply is almost immediate.

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That makes 2 of us, boy wonder, but I’m already hacked into the hospital records database and Prentiss is in the waiting room.

I’m sending you the case files and the incident report from last night. Maybe you can see some shiz we can’t b/c the bossman is tough but he’s been in surgery a long time. 

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Of course, whatever he can do to help. Spencer’s heavy heart-beat triples in his chest as pulls up the files and immediately prints them out so he can read through them faster. But then his mind sticks on something from the email. 

Boy Wonder.

Ms. Garcia knows how young he is.

She must have done a background check on him, that would make sense since he’s been consulting so much lately. But why would Garcia know his age, and not Hotch?

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Ms. Garcia, did you update my dossier with the bureau after you ran my background check?

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If you’re referring to why Hotch seems to think you’re rocking the senior discount at restaurants and not still getting carded for beer, then no I didn’t update it. I’m very anti-gov files having every detail of our lives in them, that’s what I’m for, and I figured there was a reason he didn’t know. Your secret is safe with me, sugar bean.

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The real reason is Agent Anderson of the LA field office is a dick, with a bully streak he never outgrew after high school, and didn’t bother filling out a full file on him the first time Spencer consulted for the FBI. Then, he couldn’t be bothered to update it when his consultations became more than a one time thing.

But that was all in the past now, and Spencer can’t even be upset about it. Because now he has Hotch.

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Thank you, Ms. Garcia. I’ll let you know my findings soon.

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He skims the file quickly, pulling information out at lightning speed. It appears a very straight-forward case. As straight-forward as a murderous sociopath can be, anyway. Very anti-establishment, specified targets that devolved to anyone in a uniform. Anyone who appears too official, or lables as official. 

It’s easy to see, now why the unsub attacked Hotch instead of running from him. He practically served himself up on a silver platter. But there’s something about the kills that’s bothering Spencer. The knife wounds, bludgeoning, even the gunshots during the first murders -- it’s all overkill. Rage. Every single target has died from massive internal bleeding, M.E. reports all label the knife wounds and beatings as the cause. But the amount of blood left over, measured during autopsy, doesn’t add up. They bled too much. No wounds indicating intentional bleeding occurred, and the tox screens are all clean. 

Except, every victim has elevated potassium rates.

“Oh, God,” Spencer whispers, quiet and horrified. “Hotch.”

There’s no time for email.

He picks up his phone, goes to an older email that has full contact details in the footer, and dials Ms. Garcia’s direct line in Quantico.

“Speak, and behold greatness.”

“Ms. Garcia, it’s Dr. Reid,” Spencer says, and his tone and quickened speech patterns gives way to his panic.

“Dr-- Dr. Reid?” 

“Yes, quick there’s no time. Do you have Hotch’s hospital records in front of you still?” 

“Yes,” Garcia says, her voice a musical thing even in it’s breathless reaction to his heightened state of haste. “Updated every two minutes.”

“Is his potassium elevated?”

Some quick typing of keys that move faster than even he could ever hope to type. “... Yes.”

God. “Okay, okay I need you to call the hospital right now,” Spencer says in a spiel that all sounds like one word. “Whatever you have to do, he needs Sodium Polystyrene Sulfonate as soon as possible, to counteract the chemical imbalance or he’s going to go into kidney failure and bleed out.”

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tbc...

[thegoddamnfangirl]

Ditz

Pairings: Damian Wayne x Reader

 Requested by anon: Hello there! Could you do Damian Wayne x Reader where the reader is super sweet and cute and stuff but she's also really ditzy so everyone (including the rest of the Batfam) thinks she's dumb and it's weird, because Damian hates being around dumb people, but then they find out that she's actually like a genius and she just comes across as ditzy like that because she just really loves being around people. By the way, I love love LOVE your writing!! Every story of yours I read makes me so happy

Thank you so much, anon! I hope you’re safe and healthy, wherever you are. I’m sorry I’ve been inactive forever, and this fic isn’t my best work, I’ve gotten really rusty- but it was really a pleasure to write this for you, and I’m glad you enjoy my fics!

“Father, I’ll be having a friend over today,” said Damian, looking keenly at Bruce across the dinner table.

Bruce looked up from his food, a bit confused.

“A friend that isn’t Jon?” he asked.

“No, she’s a classmate, she- don’t look at me like that Father. Stop. Stop smiling, it’s uncomfortable!” said Damian, scowling.

“What? I’m not smiling!” said Bruce, with humor in his voice. “It’s just, it’s good, I’m glad you’re making friends. I’ll tell your brothers to not walk around in their uniforms.”

Damian shrugged in response, hoping his father hadn’t noticed the slight redness in his cheeks.

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“WhoOP-“

“(Y/N)!” sighed Damian, grabbing her by the arm as she half-fell over the threshold.

“Sorry!” she laughed. “I’m hyper when I’m excited.”

Damian didn’t respond. Not letting go of her arm, he led her into the manor, towards one of the more favorably furnished drawing rooms (there had been several incidents some others, including someone absolutely ravaging one of the stiffly furnished ones, and one of the sitting rooms being converted into a slobby, messy, caffeine scented “family room”).

“I’d take you to my room but I’m afraid my father wouldn’t permit it,” he sighed.

“That’s alright, Dami,” she responded, smiling at him. “Is everything good with you and your dad?”

“As good as it ever was,” responded Damian, glancing quickly around the room as they entered it. Then he lowered his voice, and said-

“I’ve found that it makes him…warmer, somehow, if I engage in typical adolescent activities. It’s…nice, that way,” he said, his voice catching on the last part as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was saying.

She squeezed his arm, eyes bright.

“I’m glad. See, I told you- with family, all it takes is effort.”

“Yes, well-oh,” Damian stopped mid-sentence, his eyes on the door.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” said Bruce, with a small smile at (Y/n).

“Oh, that’s okay! I mean, hi- hello, Mr. Wayne-“ (Y/n) said, or rather jabbered, words tumbling one on top of another as she got up to shake his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/n). Damian-“ said Bruce, looking towards his son, “I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be flying over to Metropolis tonight, but Dick-“ he was interrupted by a giggle from (Y/n), which he chose to ignore “-will be coming over to stay till I get back. No staying out too late, okay?”

“Yes, Father,” said Damian, shooting (y/n) as amused look.

“Anyway, (Y/n), it was great to meet you, I have to get going-“ Bruce began, just as (Y/n) backed up a little and rammed into a small side table.

“WeLP-oh my god, I’m sorry,” said (y/n) as the table fell over. Luckily, there was nothing breakable on it.

Bruce made sure, in a few short words, that (Y/n) was okay, and left the two to their own devices, wondering how it was that Damian had not uttered a single disparaging remark the whole time.

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“Damiiiii I’m hoooome~” sang Dick, deliberately adopting the high, jaunty tone of voice he knew Damian hated so much.

The manor seemed pretty much empty, so Dick checked all the training rooms, and then he checked the Batcave. No sign of his little brother.

He was just about to call Damian when he heard a resounding thud from upstairs, followed almost immediately by a clang.

It sounded like it came from the little attic room that Damian would use as a studio, so Dick rushed directly upstairs, and shoved the door open to see-

A girl around Damian’s age, sprawled on the floor, her legs dripping with white paint. She was laughing, and a large can of paint was lying toppled on its side. Damian was looking at the girl with a mixture of exasperation and- amusement?

They both immediately looked up when Dick entered the room, and the girl hastily got to her feet.

“Hi!” she said, in an excited, chirpy tone. “I’m (Y/n), and you must be…Dick?” She extended her hand, which Dick took without thinking.

“Oh, shiz, sorry!” exclaimed (Y/n)- her hand was covered in paint, and now, so was Dick’s.

“Heh, that’s alright, kid,” said Dick, slowly processing the scene. Damian’s eyes were set intently on his face.

“Yeah, I’m Dick, you’re a…friend? Of Dami’s?” he asked.

“Yeah!” she nodded, previous embarrassment forgotten as she began to bounce a little on her heels. “Damian’s doing a portrait of me,” she added.

“That’s really nice of him,” Dick said, looking at Damian with incredulity. “I mean it, (y/n)…Damian isn’t nice at all, not ever!”

“Shut up, Richard,” growled Damian. “I need to get back to work.”

Dick laughed, with (Y/n) smiling as she assumed her position on a small stool in front of Damian’s easel, which faced away from the door.

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Sometimes, when you really, really, like a person, you don’t want them to meet your family, or your family to meet them. The smaller your family, the larger the chances that this person will quickly be exposed to your entire family, but with a large family, you may hope to keep them hidden from some members, at least for a little while.

Damian hoped. He hoped in vain.

“She visited you? She visited you? Why?” hollered Damian.

“Relax, I liked your sister! She’s not a woman of many words, but she seems really nice,” said (Y/n), sincerely.

“Cassandra is not nice,” grimaced Damian. “She’s feral.”

“Damian, that’s not nice,” said (y/n), leaning forward in her armchair.

It was one of those really nice days when everyone was busy in their own thing, and Damian and (y/n) had a little privacy in a sitting room.

“Besides, Jason seems really funny,” (y/n) added.

Damian sat up straight in his chair, eyes flashing.

“Todd came to see you? WHY?”

“He was with Cass when she came over to give me the book I left at your place!” said (y/n). “I like your siblings, I really do.”

“That’s because you don’t know them,” whined Damian, knowing full well the real reason why Cassandra and Todd went to (y/n)’s.

Todd would call it reconnaissance. Damian called it being a busybody.

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Within less than a month, through some excuse or the other, (Y/n) had been exposed to his whole family. The whole nuthouse. All Damian really needed at this point for his mother to go barging into her room at some ungodly hour and take her for blackmailing him or something, and the picture would be complete.

Damian’s real problem wasn’t what (y/n) thought of his family. It was more the way they had taken to teasing Damian, randomly whispering her name through the comms, asking him about his giiiiiirlfriiiend, someone (and he suspected either Stephanie or Todd) had even left an elaborately embroidered handkerchief with her initials on his bed. Even his father had joined in the joke, occasionally asking him if he needed any “tips” and whether he wanted to be taken to the jewelry store to scout for rings?

It was insufferable.

What bugged him the most, however, was the little talk he had had with Richard.

“Damian…listen. You really seem to like this girl,” Dick had said, making himself comfortable on the bed Damian had just made.

Damian had just shrugged.

“Look, I know what it’s like to really have a crush on someone, but she’s been coming over a lot, and before you start to get serious, I want you to think about how much you really like her. Do you think you’ll, erm, continue to like her?” Dick had asked, a little confused as to how to ask Damian the awkward question.

In spite of himself, Damian had asked what he meant.

“(Y/n) is very sweet,” Dick said, “but she’s a little, she doesn’t really seem your type.”

Damian had stared, as if waiting for him to continue, and he did.

“She’s adorable, Dami, but do you really have fun with her? I mean, not that kinda fun, just, I know if you’re going to seriously like someone they need to challenge you, they need to be sharp and-“

“Are you calling her dumb?” Damian had snapped, feeling his defensive hackles rising.

“No! It’s just, she seems a little scattered and, I dunno, ditzy? I know for a fact that you’re intolerant of anything but the very best in people, both intellect wise and strength wise.”

Damian had just sighed. “She’s much smarter than she looks.”

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Tim and Bruce were staring.

(Y/n) was sitting cross legged on the carpet, flipping through a case file they had told her Richard was “going through for work, consulting a bit for the GCPD while he took some time off of his job”.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” she said, a goofy smile on her face as she put the file back on the central table.

She had come over to see Damian, and had been talking to Tim and Bruce whilst she waited for him. She’d gotten curious about the case file lying on the table, looked through it, and-

“She might have solved it,” Tim murmured to Bruce, half wondering how he had missed the subtle details (y/n) had picked up.

Bruce looked thoughtful.

“You seem quite observant, (y/n),” he said. “Would you like to give your input on some of the other cases we have? It would be quite helpful for the, uh, the GCPD to gain some fresh perspective.”

“Oh, sure,” chirped (y/n), entirely oblivious to all the surprise she had occasioned. “Let me just-“

She stood up sharply, forgetting that she had sidled almost entirely underneath the extended arm of a hardwood chair.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed, rubbing her head where she’d hit it. “Damn, I need to stop being so hyper,” she grumbled, earning a look of amusement from Tim.

Damian was quite pleased to hear that all of Dick’s previous doubts had been removed, and that the GCPD has received a sudden influx of invaluable input helping them solve at least two cases gone cold.

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Okay, so i got a little awkward at the end. I’ll get it with practice, though.

Requests are open! Give me something to do y’all I’ll be in complete lockdown for a few more weeks! 

Also, for Damian x reader fics, could you guys please specify in the request roughly what age you’d want him to be around?

[lillifaba]

A Very Merry Lurlinemas Eve

A very late, self-indulgent domestic one shot with the Thropp/Tiggular family I wrote for Lurlinemas! Hope you enjoy and have a Happy New Year!

Art by the beautiful @noether3​ ; Full image here! (Be sure to reblog if you like it!)

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“Yero, did you wrap the presents for Nessa and Boq yet?”

Elphaba hovered over the cradle, gently swinging it back and forth whilst making silly faces and babbling nonsense at the child nestled inside. At just twelve months old, Liir was amused by everything. His big, green eyes glimmered in the light from the fireplace, his mouth in the shape of a small o. He wrapped his tiny fingers around Elphaba’s index and cooed. 

“Yeah! I got them right here-”

He cursed slightly above a whisper when he stumbled into the living room and nearly tripped over his own feet.

“Fiyero!” Elphaba scolded. “Not in front of him! I don’t want his first words to be foul.”

“Sorry,” Fiyero sheepishly chuckled and set the presents under the tree. “It’s not like he can understand what I’m saying. Isn’t that right, little buddy?”

He squatted down and blew raspberries into his soft belly, making him squeal and giggle. Elphaba playfully rolled her eyes, brushing back the short, dark curls that fell over Liir’s forehead. She pinched his chubby cheek and got up to look at the haphazardly wrapped gifts Fiyero placed below the tree. 

“... Please tell me there’s still left over wrapping paper.”

Fiyero looked over his shoulder, still in the midst of a tickle fight with Liir. “Hm? You don’t like the way I wrapped the presents?”

“Yero, I say this with all the love in my heart... it looks like you layered the paper around the box several times and slapped a ribbon atop it.”

He feigned offense. “Fae! How could you? I’m wounded by your horrendible words!” 

“Oh Fiyero…” She sighed defeatedly.

“I’m kidding... Come on, what difference does it make? They’re going to be ripped apart tomorrow— why stress out over how the wrapping paper looks?”

“It shows that we put some thought into their gifts and didn’t wrap them up at the last second.” She stripped away a piece of excess tape stuck to the shiny emerald paper.

“Well, we technically did- but they’ll get over it once they see what they get. I can already hear Glinda screaming for joy when she opens hers.”

Elphaba rearranged the small, pink gift bag that contained the jewelry set for the petite blonde. It was true, they both put a lot of thought into what they planned to gift their loved ones.

“Well… I suppose you’re right,” She smiled up at him. “Thank you for wrapping the presents, Fiyero.”

“You’re welcome,” Fiyero walked over to her, Liir in his arms. “I must be the luckiest man in Oz to have the most patient wife, right Liir?”

Liir babbled nonsense in response. 

“See? He agrees.” Fiyero planted a sweet kiss on her cheek. 

“Of course he does, he has my brains.” She quipped. 

“Oh ha-ha...” 

They took a moment to gaze at the tree. Liir’s eyes twinkled at the dozens of multicolored lights glowing on the branches. His tiny hands reached out to grab an ornament doll made of tin. Elphaba gently pulled his wrist back before he inevitably put it in his mouth.

“Y’know… this’ll be the only time we’ll have for ourselves,” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Tomorrow will be one big day of festivating with the others.”

Elphaba hummed in agreement, stroking his cheek affectionately.

“-Hey, what do you say we celebrate a little early— just the three of us?” He suggested.

Elphaba looked at him, perplexed. “You mean… open our presents right now?” She quirked an eyebrow in doubt. “Shouldn’t we wait for everyone until tomorrow morning as courtesy?”

“No, no- just one present each!” Fiyero assured. “It’s a huge pile, no one’s gonna notice if a box or two is missing. Besides, with all the guests in one room, how will I get to see the absolute look of joy on your face when you open my gift?” He lightly squeezed Liir’s cheek and spoke in an adoring voice, “-and our boy has been good all year round! Well, aside from throwing up all over my dress shirt last week.”

“Oh, he didn’t mean to do that,” Elphaba smooched her son’s temple. “Maybe papa shouldn’t have spun you in the air right after you ate.” 

Fiyero winced at the statement. “Alright, that was on me- but the point is he deserves one early gift tonight!” Speaking in his baby voice, he smiled down at Liir. “You wanna see what Lurline brought you this year?”

Not comprehending any of his words, Liir incoherently blabbered. Fiyero took that as an agreement and plucked something out from the tiniest stocking hanging above the fireplace. He hid it behind his back as he returned, bending his knees to be at eye level with the child.

Fiyero presented a plush doll: a cutesyfied monkey with small wings stitched to his back and a friendly smile. “Look! This is for you!”

Elphaba played up her excitement at the toy, lightly bouncing Liir in her arms and coaxing him to look at it. The young boy looked unfamiliar with it at first, not sure what it was exactly. When his mother didn’t stop his tiny hands from touching it, he grasped it. A slow smile grew on his face, followed by giggles.

“Happy Lurlinemas, Liir.” Fiyero kissed his cheek. 

“Say thank you to papa,” Elphaba encouraged. The infant was far too preoccupied with his new toy to even acknowledge her. “I guess we’ll have to work on expressing gratitutions later…”

“He’ll learn.” Fiyero promised. He beamed brightly and ruffled his messy, raven hair.

“Well, since we’re at it,” Elphaba carefully handed Liir over to him. “I’ve got something I hope you’ll like.”

“Fae, you could give me a pebble as a gift and I’ll love it.” 

She leaned down and reached behind the tree. “That’s quite the reassurement, but I promise I got you something one step above a pebble,”

Wrapped in shiny emerald paper with a gold bow on top, Elphaba handed him a small box. “Happy Lurlinemas.”

Fiyero eagerly took it and lightly shook the box next to his ear. He handed Liir back to her and tore it open, revealing a gold wrist watch with a green dial. There were five, smaller sub-dials inside the watch, each one labeling the time of day for all the provinces in Oz. 

“Elphaba…” Fiyero carefully held the watch in his hand, examining it in pure adoration. “This is... I can’t even begin to describe it-”

“Do you like it? I wasn’t sure if it was something you’d wear daily.”

“Elphaba, I love it! It’s beautiful! Thank you, my dearest.” He placed a peck on her lips. With her help, he secured the watch around his wrist and basked in its glory. “-Speaking of which, I’ve been waiting all year to see your reaction to what I’ve got for you.”

“Is that so?” Elphaba watched him scour through the presents until he said “Aha!” when he found a medium sized box. 

“Here...” Fiyero sat cross legged on the floor. Elphaba followed suit and passed Liir over to sit on his lap, taking the somewhat heavy box in her hands 

“What’s this?” Her brown eyes lit up with curiosity. 

“Open it and see for yourself!” Fiyero grinned. 

A smile grew on Elphaba’s face. She tore away the gold wrapping paper, revealing a wooden box. Confused, she unlocked the latch and opened the lid. When she removed the bright blue fabric on top of her gift, she gasped in disbelief.

They were ruby slippers. Nearly identical to the silver slippers her sister owned. Elphaba had once brought up to Fiyero the time her father gifted Nessa the priceless pair of shoes as a parting gift at Shiz. While she did not care for extravagant shoewear, she remembered how hurt she felt when Frex didn’t give her something as little as a postcard. 

At the time, it felt like a stab to the heart, seeing Nessa look so beautiful and elegant in her new slippers while Elphaba lugged around in worn out boots like a beggar. It was a painful reminder of how low she thought of herself before she found the people she loved the most in life.

Elphaba couldn’t hold back her tears, her fingers hovering over the red jewels. “Yero… I- I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything…  your face speaks a thousand words.”

Elphaba placed the shoes to the side and frantically wrapped her arms around him. Fiyero placed a hand on the small of her back, laughing wholeheartedly at the kisses she planted all over his face.  

Below them, Liir cried out. Elphaba cupped his cheek and placed soft kisses on his tender face as well.

“Oh, I didn’t forget about you.” She spoke sweetly, smothering him in kisses. 

“Happy Lurlinemas to my most beautiful wife and son.” Fiyero said.

“Your only wife and son.” Elphaba teased.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He helped her remove her booties and slipped her shoes on. They were the perfect fit, comfortably tailored to her size. She stared at them in admiration, once more thanking her husband with kisses. 

The pair spent their evening playing with their child, enjoying the sacred time they had together.

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Thanks for reading! I’m sorry this is probably not my best work and that it was posted a little late in the season. This was mostly a self-indulgent fluff fic I’ve been meaning to write since I see so little of the Thropp/Tiggular + Liir family dynamic. I’m also technically still a little new to publishing fiyeraba fics that maintain their characters. Bear with me please haha ;; 

Thank you again to Emma for the beautiful art! Show your love by reblogging and commissioning her if you can!

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Onsra- Chapter 36: With You...

banner created by: @envity ♥️

pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also vamp!tae x ga-in oc & vamp!jimin x yuri oc)

genre: E2L, romance, drama, horror, angst

warnings for this chapter: fluff but also some sad shiz. sad koo and y/n, and some language

word count: 6k

Onsra: ML, Previous

I want to thank you all for being so patient, I'm sorry it's so late. I hope the fluff makes up for it :')

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You are the sunlight, risen again in my life.

The second coming of my childhood dreams.

I don’t know what these feelings are.

Whether this too is in a dream.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together, the soft melodic voice that was in your dreams quietly slipping away as you try to grasp it with the last bits of unconsciousness in your mind. When you let out a tired little sigh of disappointment, a tiny chuckle sounds right next to you.

Your eyes open slowly, the heavy feeling that they’re being weighed down by bricks making you groan before rubbing them. When they finally open all the way, you’re met with Jungkook’s pale face, looking down at you sweetly. 

His big crimson eyes watch you carefully, and you’re reminded of how truly innocent they look when he’s happy; despite the disconcerting color that would make any normal person draw back in fear. As you stare into them, you feel like you can almost see a flicker of life, and you imagine what they must have looked like before he was bitten.

You’d bet they used to hold all the stars in the sky.

Jungkook reaches out a finger and brushes a sweaty strand of your hair from your forehead as he whispers, “Hi, little flower.”

“Hi.” You blink a few times, a crooked smile forming on your face at the sight you get first thing in the morning.

“How did I end up here?” You ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes again and stifling a yawn. You look around your room with curious eyes. Jungkook smiles, his fingers still dancing across your cheeks as he gets all your hair out of your face.

“You fell asleep in the backyard last night and I brought you up here.” He says, watching you with so much interest that it makes you fidget awkwardly. You’ve never seen someone stare at you with so much awe and love, especially first thing in the morning when you must look half dead.

“T-thank you.”

“Am I making you nervous again? Sorry.” Jungkook breathes out, embarrassed as he moves back a little so you can sit up.

You shake your head, trying hard to swallow. “No, it’s okay. I’m just awkward.” You laugh nervously and Jungkook’s eyes squint in fondness.

“Are you hungry? Everyone already ate breakfast.” At Jungkook’s words, you frown unconsciously, disappointment seeping into your mind at having missed another family mealtime. Jungkook takes your hand quickly when he sees that you’re upset, “I’m sorry. Seokjin hyung and I thought you needed the rest since you were sleeping in, even after the food was done.”

You swallow your disappointment and shake your head, forcing a small smile onto your face. “I needed the extra sleep, I guess.” Jungkook nods and smiles, still gently holding onto your hand, making your heart skip a beat.

“I’ll get you something to eat, you just stay here and rest, alright?” Jungkook stands up before kissing the back of your hand and setting it down, “I have a lot of things planned for us to do before-“

He cuts himself off and you frown at that, “Before what?” You ask curiously. Jungkook just shakes his head. “Nothing, I just meant since you’re feeling better, I have some things planned…that’s all.”

“O-oh, alright.” You give him a bright smile, which he returns before scurrying out of the room, then you hear his footsteps bounding down the stairs, his voice echoing in the old house as he searches for his eldest brother.

“Cute.” You mumble, your cheeks tinted pink while the feeling of his kiss on your hand lingers.

Not five minutes later, Jungkook is coming back in, a tray in his hands as he kicks the door shut behind him with his foot, carefully bringing the tray full of food over to you.

“Oh, Kook. You didn’t have to do this.” Your cheeks start to flame again as he chuckles, sitting next to you and putting the tray on your lap. “Hyung helped me. Eat up y/n, you need your strength.”

You thank him before digging into the food, not wasting a second in case he decides to try and feed it to you himself if you don’t hurry up.

When you’ve finished breakfast and gotten dressed, you make your way downstairs to find Honey in the living room with Hoseok and Yoongi. The little girl is sitting on Hobi’s lap on the couch while Yoongi is on a chair in front of them, a children’s book on his knee as he reads the story, holding the book for Honey to be able to see the pictures. Your heart melts at the sight of them, Yoongi trying his best to do different voices- much to Honey’s delight- and Hobi smiling brightly while he carefully brushes the small girl’s wisps of golden hair.

Honey’s eyes drift over to you and she squeals happily, sliding off Hobi’s lap and running to you. “Flower! Flower!” Her tiny voice shouts happily, despite not quite being able to pronounce the word correctly, her ‘r’s sounding like ‘w’s. She had overheard Jungkook call you that at some point and ever since, that has been her nickname for you.

“Honey, hi!” You scoop her up in your arms, not noticing Jungkook coming out from the kitchen after hearing your voice. He smiles softly at the sight of you cuddling with the tiny girl, something aching in his stomach, which he immediately tries to push away. He blinks rapidly, shaking his head to clear it before walking over to the two of you.

“Koo.” Honey whispers, looking at him over your shoulder, her bright blue eyes shining. Jungkook smiles sweetly at her and waves, “Hi, little one.” He says to her as you turn to see him.

“Oh, hi Kook! Sorry I took so long getting ready.”

Jungkook looks at your messily brushed hair and oversized black t-shirt, that no matter how much you try to wash and iron, refuses to get unwrinkled. His eyes trail down to your ripped blue jeans and dirty sneakers.

He feels his tummy tickle, wanting to just cover you in bubble wrap and keep you safe forever. Jungkook clears his throat and shakes his head, “You didn’t take long at all. Are you up for some fun today?”

“Fun, fun, fun!” Honey squeals, wriggling out of your arms and wrapping her arms around Jungkook’s leg, holding on for dear life. Jungkook looks down at her in surprise and you see his lips twitching up into a smile.

He crouches down as she finally lets go of him, so now he’s eye level with her. “You’re having fun with Hobi and Yoongles, aren’t you, Honey?”

“Yah! I told you to stop calling me that you little shit- I mean brat, she’s going to pick it up!” You hear Yoongi shout from the living room, causing a burst of giggles from all of you at the older boy trying his best to control his habit of cussing. The smallest one picks things up quite easily as you all learned yesterday when she shouted an expletive at the dinner table, causing Jin to scold everyone for their terrible mouths while trying his best not to laugh.  

Honey nods vigorously, then she shocks Jungkook further by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. “Good boy, Koo.” She whispers before her little cheeks turn pink and she runs back to hide in Hoseok’s lap.

You laugh at the pure astonishment on the vampire’s face at the affection from the tiny human. “Aww, I think someone has a crush on you, Koo.” You tease as he laughs and gets to his feet, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Shuddup.”

Jungkook grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his before leading you to the front door. “Let’s just go.” He mumbles in embarrassment. You’re positive that his face would be a bright pink right now if he was a human, the thought making you giggle.

“So, what are we doing today?” You ask as Jungkook leads you through the forest. He just turns and smiles at you but doesn’t say a word. You roll your eyes playfully at his ability to keep a secret when he wants to.

When the two of you arrive in the cave where you first found Koko, you smile happily. “Oh! We haven’t been here for a long time.” You drag your fingers along the cold walls that are slightly damp. Jungkook walks over to a bag in the corner of the dark cave, he pulls out a flashlight and turns it on.

Then he points to a dry spot on the floor, “Sit.” He says simply, then he smiles when you oblige his request. Jungkook moves to sit next to you, his knee brushing yours and making goosebumps break out on your arms. You fight the urge to slink away from him, fearing that he can tell your heartbeat has sped up considerably.

But Jungkook doesn’t make any indications that he knows you’re trying not to combust, so you take a few breaths to calm down. You watch as Jungkook turns the flashlight to face one of the cave walls and props it against some rocks so that the beam will stay fixed on the empty wall of the cave.

“What is this about?” You giggle and he looks at you, his eyes shining with excitement. Then he puts his hands in front of the flashlight, projecting a giant shadow of his hands on the wall as he makes them look like a little dog, opening and closing its mouth.

Delighted giggles spill from your lips as Jungkook announces triumphantly, “A shadow show! See?? I remembered today when I used to do this as a kid all the time with my mother.” The look on Jungkook’s face as he watches his hand shadows on the wall is exactly how you feel.

Bittersweet.

You smile sadly and pat him on the head, “You’re adorable, Jeon Jungkook. And you know exactly how to make my day.” Then you put your hands in the beam, making a little bunny to hop over to Jungkook’s dog. You two keep playing around with the flashlight and shadows for longer than you thought you would, making up silly stories and laughing your heads off. You’re not sure how much time has passed when Jungkook announces that it’s time to go.

“I have more planned for today.” He states matter-of-factly, making you laugh again.

When you look back at him, your laugh cuts short seeing the way he’s watching you. “What is it?” You ask nervously, afraid something is on your face.

Jungkook gives you a half smile as he scoots closer, leaning in slowly. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as he gets closer. No matter how many times he’s kissed you, it always feels like the first time, and the butterflies in your tummy always freak out on you.

“I know you won’t believe me.” He whispers so quietly you barely hear him, the only reason you do is because he’s only a few centimeters from your face. “But you’re beautiful when you laugh, it just makes me so happy to see you happy.”

And for the first time in forever, you don’t feel the need to argue with him.

Jungkook smiles at your silence and leans in, pressing his lips to yours gently.

The flashlight beam still shines against the cave wall, projecting the shadows, taking a fleeting picture of the exact moment that you realized, maybe you aren’t so unlovable after all.

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“Ok, read.”

You laugh at Jungkook, who’s settled himself comfortably on the soft grass with his head in your lap as you lean against the willow tree in the clearing.

“I’m serious, y/n! I’ve been waiting for so long, read to me.” The pout evident in his voice makes you bite your lips to keep from smiling. “Ok, you little baby.”

Jungkook sighs in satisfaction and snuggles his head more in your lap, one of his hands reaching up to play with the hem of your shirt as you open your copy of Beauty and The Beast and start to read.

As you read, you run your fingers through Jungkook’s thick locks, massaging his head and making him sigh in content. Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy, sitting here with the most important person to him as she reads to him and plays with his hair gently.

This is what heaven is like, he’s sure of it.

When your voice starts to crack a little as you’ve been reading for so long, Jungkook reaches up and takes the book out of your hands gently, smiling at your sleepy expression. “I don’t think I’ve ever talked that long in my entire life.” You mumble tiredly, making his smile widen even more.

“Lie down, y/n.” He whispers, then he helps you to scoot away from the tree enough to lay on the grass as you close your eyes. Jungkook lies next to you, putting one of his arms under your head as a pillow for you and another wrapping around your waist. He pulls you closer and snuggles his face into your neck.

“Kookie.”

“Mm?”

“I’m scared.”

He lifts his head to see that you’re still keeping your eyes closed, “What are you scared of, love?” He asks, concerned.

“I’ve never been so happy, and I don’t want it to end.” Your sleepy voice is laced with tears and it makes his throat close.

“It won’t, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” Your eyes are open now, one little tear slipping down your cheek before Jungkook wipes it away.

“Please, don’t cry.” He breathes out, desperate to make you happy. “I know that no matter what happens, I’ll always love you, that can never change.” Jungkook’s hair is draping over his face as he leans over you, his eyes scanning your features.

“Why do you love me?”

Jungkook knew this was coming, so he takes a deep breath to keep himself from crying. “I love you because you have a beautiful heart, but you’re far from perfect. That makes me love you even more, because you’re just you, and I love that. You never hurt me, even when I was so cruel to you, you always found it in your heart to be kind to me.”

You sniffle as he continues, “I love your eyes, and your nose and your mouth.” Jungkook lightly kisses each and every part of your face as he names everything on you. “I love your hands, and fingers. I love how silly you are, and I love how unpredictably predictable you are.” You laugh at that, “That doesn’t make sense, Kook.”

“It does when we’re talking about you.” He smirks before going on, “I love your laugh.” He tickles you a little, making you giggle, then he kisses your lips, “That’s the one, alright. And I love your dirty hair.” He plants one last kiss on your hair, making you laugh harder. “You’re gross, Kook.” You look away from his piercing gaze.

“You see the good in people, y/n. Sometimes when they don’t even deserve it. And I love you for that.” Jungkook lays his head on your chest, placing his ear over your heart as he listens intently to the rhythm it makes.

It only takes a few minutes for the sounds of a heartbeat and steady breathing to lull the two of you to sleep, the warm air enveloping you both as you lay in the shade of the willow tree, lying safely in each other’s arms.

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“No, no. You’re doing good, try again.”

You smirk at the sight you’re met with when you walk into the kitchen to see if Seokjin needs any help with dinner.

It turns out he has plenty of help already.

Sooyoung is muttering to herself as she awkwardly maneuvers the knife she’s holding, trying her best to cut an onion the way Seokjin showed her earlier. She sighs and sets it down, her tiny hands looking even smaller next to the big knife.

You’re about to walk in to help her when Jin moves next to her again, neither of them seeing you in the doorway. You watch with a smile small as he takes the knife, “Aren’t you a nursing student?” He asks.

“Yes?” Sooyoung’s quiet voice responds, and she pulls at the sleeves of her long shirt over and over anxiously. Jin takes her hand, his own looking massive next to hers, and places the knife in it again, then he moves behind her and holds the onion with one hand over hers, and the knife, one hand over hers once again.

You start backing into the hallway, not wanting to interrupt them, then you hear Jin speak gently.

“Since when do nursing students, of all people, give up? Try again now, come on. I’ll help you.”

You’re biting your lip so hard so as not to giggle as you turn to run the other direction, when you run into a hard chest. A tiny squeal escapes your mouth and you look up to see Jungkook smiling down at you.

“What are-“

You clap a hand over his mouth and push him into the downstairs bathroom. Locking the door and breathing deeply, you turn to tell Jungkook why you were sneaking around when you see him smirking at you.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” You look away from his gaze, not being able to keep it for very long.

“I never took you for this kind of girl, y/n. If my hyungs found us in here, we’d be in big trouble.” Jungkook muses tauntingly.

“You little-“ You seethe, your cheeks burning as you try to find the words you need. “Shut up, you pervert!” You hiss, making Jungkook chuckle. “I’m not the one that gagged you and dragged you into the bathroom, now am I?” He asks innocently.  

You blink, “W-well no…b-but I have a good reason!”

“And that is?” One of his eyebrows quirks up and he crosses his arms in front of his chest. You have to peel your eyes away from the veins on his forearms that are extremely visible when he crosses his arms like that…

No.

No, not now!

“Well, I think Seokjin likes Sooyoung.” You blurt out, instantly feeling bad for possibly outing one of their secrets. Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and his mouth drops open in surprise.

“What??”

“SHhhhuddup!! Stupid!” You smack your hand over his lips again and he breathes a chuckle, then he reaches up and moves your hand off his mouth.

“Don’t be mean, y/n. I’m not stupid.” He pouts, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“Well, I’d hate to see what you’d do if you were then, if this is you being smart. Don’t you know how to be sneaky? Unless you want the whole house to know we’re in here then be quiet!” You whisper sharply as you look at the door anxiously, not wanting anyone to barge in and get a completely and utterly and totally wrong idea about this situation.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. Now, tell me what you saw.” Jungkook’s eyes are practically shining with excitement to hear the details and you soften instantly.

“Ok, so. I went in there and Seokjin was being really cute and sweet with Sooyoung and-…what’s the matter?” you look at Jungkook in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly looks upset as he pulls away from you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You’re scared that the dark cloud in his mind might have come back, but then Jungkook scoffs in annoyance. “You called hyung sweet and cute…” He looks away and you laugh in disbelief.

“Seriously? You’re jealous of Jinnie when I’m literally telling you about how cute I think him and Sooyoung are together? That doesn’t even make sense, Kookie!” You start to laugh harder and he glares at you.

“It isn’t funny. What if I was the one that saw it and I was telling you that I thought Sooyoung was so sweet and cute and whatever. How would you feel?” He snaps back and you feel your blood heat up at the thought of it, then you snap out of it.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I get why that would upset you, I won’t do it again.” You smile at him, but he still glares at you. “And stop calling him Jinnie!” He huffs, leaving you shocked at his behavior.

You frown and cross your arms, moving to the door to lean against it as you pout. “You don’t have to be so controlling, Jungkook. Geez, you just ruined the whole mood.” Jungkook softens and walks over to you, putting his hands on either side of your face as he leans in to kiss your nose. “You’re right, that wasn’t very thoughtful of me. You can call everyone whatever you want, baby. I’m sorry.”

You try to bite back your smile but break when Jungkook keeps pecking your nose, “Ok, ok. I’m not mad. And if I had known it bothered you, I wouldn’t have done it. I just don’t like it when you tell me what to do like that, it makes me feel like you’re controlling me, and that doesn’t feel very good.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was controlling you. I just got overwhelmed and I said what I wanted without thinking.” Jungkook frowns guiltily.

“Hey, I forgive you. Do you forgive me for being inconsiderate about my wording?” You ask him gently, not wanting the mood to be sour anymore. He nods and you smile brightly, which makes him smile again.

“Ok, now tell me what you saw them do-”

Knock, knock.

You and Jungkook jump away from the door when someone knocks on it harshly, then a voice comes from the other side, “Jungkook, I need to use the restroom. Are you done yet?  You’ve been in there forever.”

Yoongi.

Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes, neither of you know what to do in this situation. Then Jungkook clears his throat, “Uh, yeah. G-gimme a sec, please.”

A loud sigh comes through the door and you try to stifle a nervous laugh.

“Fuck.” Jungkook breathes out, running his hand through his hair. “It’s not funny, y/n! You want to know who’s going to get skinned alive if they find us locked in the bathroom together? Well, spoiler alert, it isn’t going to be fucking you.”

You bite your lips, his words only making you want to laugh harder.

He points an accusing finger at you, “This is your fault, you remember that.”

Then Jungkook pushes you behind the door and cracks it open, smiling nervously at his older brother. “H-hyung, sorry.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Ok, it’s fine. Just let me in now, please?” He looks at the young vampire expectantly. Jungkook clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, ok. Oh! Hobi hyung is calling you.”

“Hoseok knows I was going to the bathroom.”

“Did I say Hoseok hyung? I meant Joon hyung.”

“Get out of my way you little shit, what are you hiding?” Yoongi pushes past Jungkook and opens the door, making you shuffle back until your back hits the wall. Then Yoongi looks behind the door and scowls when he sees you standing there.

“Hyung! Why’d you do that?” Jungkook seethes, but Yoongi just shakes his head and smiles. “Get out of here, you idiots. I know you weren’t doing anything, what do you think I’m stupid? Kook is too nervous to even look at you for more than a few moments, I doubt he’d try anything scandalous.”

“Hyung!”

“I have to use the restroom! Get out before I tell Seokjin you’re getting frisky in here!” Yoongi scolds you two, pushing you both out after sending you a quick wink. Jungkook is sputtering in humiliation at his hyung’s usage of words while you try to stop laughing at his expression.

“H-he’s an idiot, y/n. Don’t listen to anything he ever says.”

“Alright.” You try your best to stay calm and not burst into another round of giggles. Jungkook just shakes his head in annoyance and stomps towards the living room.

~                       ~                        ~

“Oh shit, Jin hyung is whipped.”

Jungkook giggles when you shove his arm, trying to hold in your own laughter. He looks back at the eldest who is kindly and calmly talking Sooyoung through the making of dinner.

“Seriously though, he is totally falling for her.” Jungkook whispers.

Both of your heads are peeking around the corner of the kitchen, watching the pair cook dinner. You have a moment of wondering if maybe this is a bit creepy, then you shake your head and decide that it isn’t.

Look, it’s cute ok?

You can’t help but watch them and root for Jin. He deserves to be happy, he’s always putting others first before himself, never taking much time to take care of his own needs and wants. Sooyoung coming and befriending Jin couldn’t make you any happier. He’s finally got someone to hang out with all the time, and it brings a sense of relief to you knowing he isn’t lonely when you can’t be there to hang out with him.

“You better be nice, Kook. Don’t tease him and make things harder for him, ok?” You turn and glare at Jungkook, who looks at you, offended. “I wouldn’t dare.” He scoffs and your glare gets harder.

“I’ll deal with you myself if I find out you’ve done anything to make him uncomfortable, you understand?” Jungkook laughs internally at the stern look on your face as he nods. He finds it amusing that even when you’re really nothing compared to him with strength, you can still make him do whatever you say.

You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, and he loves it.

~                             ~                                ~

After dinner that night, you offer to do the dishes, to which Jungkook automatically volunteers to help you with.

You’re scrubbing a plate and rinsing it as Jungkook twirls the dish towel in the air, busying himself while you clean the dish for him to eventually dry.

“I feel bad that you always help with the dishes, Kookie. You don’t use them, so it isn’t fair.” You frown and hand him the now clean plate. Jungkook takes it and smirks, “Do you want to give me a kiss to make up for it?” He asks playfully, making you roll your eyes.

“Goodness, you’re incorrigible.” You mutter before dipping your hands back into the soapy water to find more dishes. Jungkook just laughs and puts the plate away, then turns back to watch you wash.

“Kook, you’re giving me heart eyes again.” You say simply, handing him a cup and diving back in the sink for more. He giggles, “And? Something wrong with that?”

You shake your head, “Not at all, but when you’re looking at me like that as I’m elbow deep in dishwater it’s kind of a strange combo.” You laugh to yourself as his smile brightens.

“You know it takes a certain kind of girl to look as beautiful as you do while cleaning dirty dishes, I’ll give that to you.”

“And I’ll take it.” You say with a smile, handing him the last of the silverware to dry and put away. “Do I really not get a kiss though?” Jungkook pouts and you shake your head in amusement, “Ok, a quick one. Close your eyes.”

Jungkook obeys instantly, squeezing his eyes shut and puckering his lips.

When the cold and wet feeling of dishwater touches his lips, he flinches back, spluttering and coughing. “Agh! You did not just put dishwater on my mouth you little brat.” Jungkook wipes his lips aggressively as you laugh. Then, he scoops up a handful of bubbles from the soapy water and plops it right on your head.

“Hey!’ You scream and grab more bubbles of your own to attack him with. You two end up squealing and running around the kitchen, covering the whole place with bubbles until Jin finds you making a mess and scolds the two of you for being foolish.

But you can tell he doesn’t mind when he sends you a quick wink before grabbing a handful of bubbles and practically slapping Jungkook in the face with them.

“Yah! Why me??”

~                             ~                                ~

The house creaks quietly as you make your way to your bedroom door, pausing to look back at the girls sleeping in the bed and on the floor.

All of them are sleeping soundly, so you smile and turn the knob, slipping out quickly and closing the door silently.

You knock softly on Jungkook’s bedroom door, waiting to hear his response. You frown when he doesn’t answer right away like he usually does. Instead, a long silence drags out, making your stomach turn.

“Kookie?” You whisper softly, trying not to wake the whole house.

When your call goes unanswered, you crack open the door slowly and look in the room. Moonlight shines through the blinds and cascades across the floorboards. By the tiny amount of light, you can already see that Jungkook isn’t in his bed. The covers are all messed up, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

Sighing and closing the door again, you turn to go down the hallway and towards the stairs. The stairs groan when you descend them, and you cringe at the sound. When you make it to the bottom you flinch when you hear a small sound coming from the living room.

This time you know exactly what it is, so you don’t hesitate as you hurry into the living room to see Jungkook sitting on the couch with his face in his hands. A pained sigh leaves your lips at the sight of how broken he looks, suffering alone.  

He looks up and you see the tear streaks down his cheeks, his deep red eyes reflecting pain and regret. “Jungkook-" You breathe out before he cuts you off. “Y/n, I don’t want this. Y/n, I want to be a human again. I don’t want to die a monster.”

“Jungkook, you won’t die, and you’re not a monster.” Your heart clenches.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to hear you as another choked sob leaves his throat.

“I’m sorry I found you…I’m sorry I brought you back…I’m sorry that I fell in love with you.” You walk over to him, gently taking his slumped shoulders in your hands and making him look up at you.

“Don’t say that Jungkook. I’m grateful I met you. I’m glad you love me.” His eyes shine with a fresh wave of tears and he pulls you into his lap. “Don’t ever apologize for loving me, Kookie. Because loving you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I know now. You’re the one thing I never knew I needed.”

Jungkook bites his bottom lip, his eyes shining with unfallen tears as he takes a shaky breath. “Why aren’t you sleeping, love?” He wipes his eyes and clears his throat, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you closer on his lap.

You stroke his hair gently while he tucks his head into the crook of your neck. “I couldn’t sleep.” You murmur softly, closing your eyes and laying your head on his as you whisper, “I just missed you.” Jungkook sniffles at your words and you feel his hand searching for yours, giving it a tight squeeze when he finds it.

“There’s something bothering you.” You say as you lift your head, watching him left his slowly, meeting your eyes. He looks away and you take his chin, pulling him back to look at you.

“It’s me, Kookie. You know you can tell me anything. Besides, I’ll just find out anyway and then it’ll be worse if I don’t hear it from you.” Jungkook sighs at that and pulls you to lay down on the couch.

“I’m just trying my best not to give up.” Jungkook whispers brokenly, his eyes closed as he lies next to you. You feel your heart stop in your chest at that.

“I hate everything that I am.” Jungkook continues, his voice low and full of emotion. “But when I’m with you, I feel human again.”

Without opening his eyes, Jungkook reaches a hand out to caress your cheek with his fingers, his other arm still wrapped around you. You shiver slightly at the cold touch of his skin. “Your skin is so warm.” He chuckles quietly. You smile sadly and take his hand in yours as he keeps talking, “What I wouldn’t do to be a human again, just so I can feel everything like you do. I want to feel, y/n. I want to be a human again.”

“I know, Kook.”

“I feel like there’s always a thin curtain separating us, and it kills me. I just want to feel my heart pounding for you like I know yours does.”

When you open your eyes to look at him, you see his crimson orbs gazing out the living room window, his eyes have a faraway look to them as he lets himself say what’s been on his mind.

“That’s one thing that I know I always took for granted.”

“What?” You ask after he doesn’t speak for another minute. Jungkook blinks slowly, “We know that when we die, everything stops. When there’s no pulse, we’re gone, done. So, I took my heartbeat for granted, I never thought I would lose it until the day I die. It’s something so simple, but I miss it so much.”

You blink back burning tears and take a deep breath, then you take his hand, “Close your eyes, Kookie.” He looks at you curiously before closing them like you requested.

You gently put his hand over your heart, letting him feel the steady and strong beating, watching as his lips curve into a small smile. He sighs happily and pulls you closer to him to the point where there isn’t any space between you at all anymore.

“My heartbeat belongs to you too, Koo. You’ll always be a human at heart, no matter what you look like on the outside or what any voice inside tells you. The most beautiful part of humanity is when a human is broken and doesn’t give up. Humans were never meant to be perfect. We’re made to be broken and rebuilt again and again.” Your words reach into the deep crevices of his mind that have been untouched for as long as he can remember. He lets out a shaky breath as you continue, “I love all of you, Kookie. And I’ll always be here, I promise.”

Jungkook lets himself melt into the couch, focusing all his attention on the beating of your heart through his palm while your words gently flow through his aching mind. He imagines that his heart beats at the same pace, joining in time with yours. Jungkook eventually falls asleep, for the first time in a long time, his mind is clear as he lets himself relax into a deep slumber.

Dreams of beating hearts and warm caresses fill your heads as you sleep away all the fears that will eventually come crawling back into the depths of your minds.

But for now, an escape is all you can ask for.

The next morning, Namjoon is the first awake, and the first to jump back in surprise when he finds the two bodies tangled together on the couch, puffy eyes and messy hair a more human and beautiful picture than he ever thought he’d see in this household.

He smiles and quietly grabs his book from the shelf, glancing back once before moving himself out of the room, ready to explain why no one can go in the living room for now.

Because even if it’s just for one more hour, he wants to let you two dream.

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a/n: im weak for soft vamp kook :')) tysm for being so nice ;-;

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[therealsalmonella]

lil holiday study things

it’s kind of early holidays however we don’t want to completely forget what we’ve learnt however we value mind-off time however this is year twelve however physical and mental collapse ain’t welcome please and thank you so here you go.

some baby itty-bitty lil light things to do here and there so holidays aren’t advancing you towards that next spicy burn out sesh but also so we don’t return to school as useless as the school planner they hand out at the start of the year... if we actually even go back hah... the idea is that these are short and pack a punch:

open your math/bio/chem/phys/whatever textbook to a random chapter and do three random questions - make sure you mark your responses and if you struggle, congrats! you found an area you’re a bit rusty on and can revise briefly now or note it down for later. the main thing is- ensure you do something about it some point soonish.

pick a syllabus objective for a subject or a topic in a subject and blurt out everything you know - write, draw, sketch etc. down everything you know, or if you’re super lazy, just say it out loud. if it’s on paper, check what you’ve written and add things you’ve missed by looking at notes or a textbook. active recall, peeps.

watch a khan academy vid or a crash course vid - five minutes while lying in bed and then you can go back to that episode of glee whatever. what i like to do with my current glee obsession: between each episode, watch a biology video related to ecology. expose that brain to info again.

set a timer for fifteen minutes and do as much of an assignment as you can, and do it as focused as you can - if you can, stretch it out to a few pomodoro sessions (twenty-five minutes work, five minutes break, repeat) but lately my motivation and concentration has been pretty low so i’ll opt for fifteen minutes on my history assignment, and then i’ll disappear into the pool for an hour and then hop out and do another fifteen. the key is the bite-sizedness of this method: do this four times a day and that’s an hour of focused assignment work. for holidays, that ain’t bad at all...

make a mindmap - pretty easy on the brain and can be fun (pull out the ol’ coloured pencils). make links between topics (i do this for bio a lot) and summarise main categories/characteristics/points of info. will probably do a whole post on mind maps, i- cannot recommend enough. good study tool when it comes to exam season as you get a nice umbrella view of what you need to cover.

drill through flashcards for eight minutes - don’t know why, but eight minutes is the magic number for flashcards. don’t have any? quizlet, or time to make some. don’t have to be pretty. facetime friends and drill them together.

read through the exemplars for the assessments coming up - if you haven’t already, have a squizz at the sample responses for each assessment that have been released by your state currriculum authority. note what you have to do to achieve a high level response, and what’s the difference with a high level and mid or low level response. try to maximise your marks. look at the assignments you’re doing right now and see how you’re comparing so far. keep doing this throughout the year. 

organise your binder/papers/folder/desk/bag/pencil case - not really a proper study thing, but staying on top of your shiz can seriously keep you efficient and improve that academic performance. if you’re like me, by the end of the term, your bag and desk are a wild jungle of paper and just- trash. finally got the time to reorganise- so do it. 

enjoy the time off pals x

[mommahimbo]

Mirio x reader

Sunshine

*beep beep* I looked at my clock it read 7:30. I got up and dressed myself. Today was the first day of my third year at UA. I grabbed my bag putting on my headphones.

I headed to UA which was 15 minutes away listening to music in my own little world. It was my only escape other than school. With a drunken mom who was never home and a father who was long gone my life was pretty boring.

I was a kid that kept to myself. I didn't want to be at the top if I could just make it through this year I would be done and chase my passion in music.

I only attended UA in hopes of finding my dad but that was put to rest. When I quickly realized that my mom had lied to me and that my dad wasn't a big shot teacher at UA. I had been through all the grades and soon realized that my sperm doner had abandoned my mom after a one night stand.

Oh well too late to transfer out and to lazy to do anything about it. So I worked on my music balancing school too. I had a pretty cool quirk too it was called despair. Basically I could make anyone feel ultimate despair when my left eye turned red. Draw back was if I used it longer than 1 hour I would start bleeding from my ears and nose with a pounding migraine.

Because of my quirk I wasn't so popular at school because it was a villains quirk but I was still strong on my own without my quirk. So it all good.

I approached the school. A kid sped past me. He looked so dense waving his arms violently. He ran inside weird must be the new kids. I entered the school. And headed to my classroom only to be stopped by top 1 of the school mr Mirio Togata.

"Hey y/n! How was your summer?" He smiled at me. I took off my headphones and smiled back at him "It was great what about you Mirio?" I returned the question. I did my best to be nice because people would usually get the wrong impression because of my rbf.(resting bitch face)

"You're awfully cheerful" he said pinching my cheek. That shiz hurt so I rubbed my cheeks afterword. "Well glad to see you haven't changed mr. sunshine" I said giggling at him.

I hadn't noticed but a tint of pink spread across his face. He then quickly left covering his face marching over to Tamaki. Well that was weird did I do something wrong? I thought. Brushing it off and heading to my class. I was in the same class as the top three. Not to brag but I was doing pretty good for a person with no motivation whatsoever.

“Good morning l/n” My teacher for the year beamed at me. “Good morning to you too miss r/n” I smiled at her. These teacher were all the same it was kind of irritating. I mean I had no big problems with it but were was the spice? For gods sake they were hero’s but this was established since my first year.

I looked for my seat near the back towards the window. (Main character energy ya hear me fuck deku and his ofa🙄jk I really like deku) Since I was really smart keeping up wasn’t a problem and I always liked to look at the Sakura trees in the distance from my seat.

“Hey y/n what are still doing in UA you freak.” Giggled r/n she was always bothering me because of my quirk and I never paid much attention to her. “Nothing just couldn’t leave you thinking about how lonely you would get without me.” I smiled at her. “Just die already freak." She glared at me arching her eyebrows. "If you keep glaring at me like that you're gonna get wrinkles. That wouldn't look good on your pretty face." I winked at her. "Whatever you fucking freak" She flipped her hair as she walked away.

I didn't like getting bullied but I didn't want to draw attention to myself so I did nothing. "Hey y/n are you okay?" Asked Nejire with a concerned look. She was always so sweet and kind not to mention beautiful. "Yeah I'm fine Nejire thanks for asking." I smiled at her. She walked away with such elegance I could help but stare at her in admiration. To be honest I was a little jealous she was so perfect it seemed surreal not to mention she was close to Mirio I always wanted to be close to Mirio in ways more than friends would but it seemed so out of reach I never even tried to chase him.

Enough with the sad dead dreams. I didn't come here today to be even more sad about my life the only reason I'm here is to escape that fact that I have a sad life, let's get ready for all the emotional backlash this year ladies and gentlemen. Like the great Tyler the Creator once said "Fuck em" and I live by that. "Okay students settle down today we are gonna test your abilities and how much they've grown this summer." The teacher announced. Here we go again.

We walked out to the field out by the school. While we walked out we crossed paths with the first year's. Wow they really looked intimidating. So scary~ But one caught my eye he had curly green hair with freckles all across his cheeks and nose. But that wasn't the point he had a broken finger. I've never heard of anyone breaking bones with the quirk apprehension test.

We sped through the test I came out in fourth place. I could've scored higher but I didn't want too. I guess that didn't make r/n to happy. Because at lunch I was shoved into the side of the staircase by r/n and her 1st year goonies. "How dare you score higher than me you freak. It's time I teach you your place you monster." Her and her 'friends' then continued to beat me till blood was spurting out my mouth. "Just kill yourself already. You are worthless you freak."

Me a FREAK? Why was I letting her get to me. No I never wanted to be a hero I just wanted to get through this year. It's seems as if I wasn't gonna make it. Maybe she is right? Maybe I should kill myself? AS IF!! I may be a freak and my mom may have not been around a lot and I don't have a dad but when she was around she taught me not to take shit from anyone. I certainly wasn't gonna take shit from a bitchy nobody like r/n.

It's decided this year I'm gonna push out all my talent as a hero and leave everyone in the dust. I will be the greatest almost hero and that starts now. "R/n maybe all that air in your head made you forget but you will never be better than me. This year I'll leave you in the dust and show you how fucking useless you are that you will regret everything." I laughed at her blood dripping out my mouth my hand clutching my stomach. "You crazy bitch! I'll show you." She yelled swinging her fist at me. I caught it and threw her to the ground and shot a glare at her goonies making them back off. "Come near me like that again and I will fucking destroy you." I warned them looking down. That day y/n walked away from them head held up high every step taken with confidence sending a shiver up they're spines.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I'm gonna explain y/n's quirk a bit more.

Ultimate despair can make someone get dragged into their own thoughts basically trapping them and paralyzing them in state of fear in a way. This leads to them going into state of mass hysteria and eventually using turning their quirk and own physical abilities against themselves. It can have long term affects if used on a person for more than 15 minutes. It can be used on up to 5 people at a time.

[snowxs-blog]

Imagine Being Besties with Lance

Prepare yourself to be apart of one of the most fun friend duos in the galaxy

You didn't start out as close due to you being a little iffy about making any connections with someone

But you quickly got over that as he wouldn't leave you alone, in a good way ofc

He roped you in with his bad puns and memes

As soon as you started retorting with equally as bad puns and Memes, he got so excited

There's lot of playful flirting. He throws a pick up line at you and throw a pickup line right back with a cheesy wink to top it off

If you have a s/o that is not lance, they sometimes get a wee bit jealous but they get over it because your friendship with Lance is so pure

(except maybe if your s/o is Keith. It'll work on his nerves. Pls assure this boi you're not leaving him)

Throwing flirty, sarcastic, witty comments back and forth over comms during missions

Your self-care routines are top notch

Facial buddies

Y'all make sure to set time aside where you can relax and pamper yourselves because, with your mission, you need it

If he notices you're a little down, he barges into your room for an impromptu dance party

You learned through those that his singing is actually very good

He once tried to teach you how to shoot his gun but after you busting a whole through the wall, you both decided its better to stick with your own weapon

You two are each other's support system

Lance McClain hugs are the BEST

You always can tell when he's homesick and you always somehow know when he needs to rant, or a distraction, or to just sit in another presence

And that selfdeprication shiz he has does not fly with you. He has earned himself full on rants why he is amazing and why the team needs him

You always know just what to say to make him feel better, even if you gotta be slightly aggressive to get your point across

He's similar to you. He will not let you be sad if he can help it

Not his best friend. Nope. Nein. Not in his watch.

Oh my gods, all your inside jokes

Nobody ever understands what you're talking about

"The Galra have taken over this planet and have been using it's natural resources to create a superweapon they plan to use against Voltron."

"Well, that's not fergalicious."

"What is this? Free real estate?"

You will talk each other up to people

You both are very supportive of each other and you both need it

Late night talks where you just are sleep deprived and are being crackheads

"Why do we never see baby pigeons?"

" what if all pigeons are baby pigeons and there is one big massive pigeon the size of a whale?"

*pidge from another room* "it's because we're iN SPACE GO TO SLEEP"

You guys are just friendship goals

[ducktales-wco-oo]

[SteelMark] “ how much longer do i have to keep swallowing my desires for you. 

- ✩ { @aflockoffeathers​​ } ✩

{ ☆ } Steelbeak is definitely persistent... and confounding as Hell. Honestly, Mark still doesn’t know how he feels about the rooster. Their first few impressions had been FAR from the best. But since then, Steel has been... better? Aside from the whole breaking-into-his-house-and-watching-him-bathe thing. Then again, as someone who has cyber-stalked his fair share of people, he supposed he can’t judge him too harshly for his actions. Right? It’s pretty much the same thing, just irl. Doesn’t stop him from feeling on-edge about the whole thing, constantly peeking around doorways semi-expecting to be met with that handsome yet intimidating sight.

He can still recall how it felt for Steel to yank him up by his shirt, murder practically burning in his eyes.

Swallowing thickly, feathers ruffle as he anxiously grips his arm and looks off to the side, debating whether or not he should subtly inch towards his office doors. He doesn’t want to risk inviting the other’s anger again– a fear that Mark can’t seem to shake off, regardless of how much time passes since the incident and murder of his guards —but he also doesn’t feel very comfortable engaging in THIS conversation. In having to provide an answer to a question he doubts he’ll be able to dodge any longer... Does Steelbeak want a solid timeframe? A deadline? Normally, Mark is surprisingly good with those. Is surprisingly punctual and organized when it comes to certain parts of his life, be it meetings or coffee orders... 

But this- ... this is uncharted territory. 

❝  I- ... I don’t know, okay?  ❞  Mark finally says after what feels like an ungodly amount of silence, even though it couldn’t have been more than a minute or so. Closing his eyes, feathers bristle as he huffs a frustrated breath and more urgently says,  ❝  I don’t have a frickin’ clue. There. There, I said it. I said it and it’s out there and now- now you just... Now we gotta deal with it, I guess.  ❞  Grip on his arm releases to run through his headfeathers instead, Mark opening his eyes to look up at Steelbeak through a wince,  ❝  Look- Steelbeak... Puh-lease don’t get mad about what I’m gonna say, alright? Just- Please don’t hurt me...  ❞

With that, a nervous chuff of a laugh slips out, gaze averted and fingers digging into his feathers as he rapidly murmurs,  ❝  Oh my G... I shouldn’t even be having to say that, but I guess THIS is the dynamic.  ❞  It’s not like he has much of a choice in the matter. From the start he’s just been along for the ride. Coughing into a closed fist, arms then move to hug himself, fingers tugging at the sleeves of his cardigan,  ❝  You’ve been... You’ve been great lately. A real stand-up guy. Like- THE kinda guy I used to fantasize about having interested in me. Back when I was lonely and- and closeted as shiz and... heh, and everything just suuuuuucked... You were pretty much the dream guy.  ❞

Cheeks dust with warmth at the embarrassing admission, mouth running on its own accord as he averts his gaze to the side, shuffling anxiously in place as a thread is torn free from his sleeve,  ❝  But you’re also... intense as Hell. I mean- Dude, I half-expect to see you every time I turn the corner. And not gonna lie, I’m still only fifty-fifty about whether you’re gonna eventually grow sick of me and just- dump my body in a ditch or something.  ❞  Frankly, he doubts that it’d be something even as complex as that. Steel would probably just end him here and now and leave his Janitor to clean up the mess, like what happened the last time people were killed in Waddle Headquarters. Shaking his head and waving his hands in front of himself, feathers ruffle as the parrot panics,  ❝  Nothing against you! I KNOW I’m a lot and you are NOT the first person who’s threatened my life! Not even close!  ❞  

...  ❝  I’m just.. I’m scared, alright?  ❞  

Swallowing thickly, he takes a small step back, heart pounding in his chest as blue hues raise to finally meet the other’s gaze, uncertain what it is that he’ll find reflected in it,  ❝  I- I don’t know why you’re so into me... and I don’t know how much you actually DO want me or just- want to win. And- and what if when you finally do... get me... What then? Are you just gonna up and leave once you’ve finished using me? Or are you gonna stick around for a bit and THEN leave when I’m not worth being around anymore?  ❞  Granted, one would think that Mark would want the rooster to leave him alone, and a big part of him does. But another part can’t stand the thought of being used... of knowing that he was used... Of allowing that to happen again.

❝  And... And if you for some reason really do like me-like me... I- ...  ❞  Another swallow, another hitch of his breathing and ruffle of his feathers, eyes widening as the memory of being hoisted up flashes vividly in his mind. Mingling with other instances, from his father... from bullies... ‘friends’ and crushes alike... Threatening him, grabbing him, hitting him. Being afraid and always wondering when the next instance would occur, just anticipating someone revealing that they have no qualms laying hands on him either.  ❝  I’m gonna make you mad again... I know I will. Heck, m-maybe I already have... and then- then you’re gonna get that scary look and- and I’ll get picked up, only THIS time...  ❞  Voice shaking, Mark doesn’t even realize that his body is following suit, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes as he weakly states,  ❝  You’ll hurt me.  ❞  

❝  And- And I can’t let people hurt me... Not anymore...  ❞  He can’t be afraid again. { ☆ }        

[cherryrogers]

Falling For You.

— Chapter 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

(Modern High School AU)

Warnings: Bucky’s a lil drunk, emotionally abusive parenting, swearing.

Synopsis: Unlike most teenagers, you had your life completely mapped out. You’d graduate high school, go off to the university of your dreams, and live the life that your parents always wanted you to. That was always the plan.

Falling for Bucky Barnes, however, was never part of the plan.

Being ‘just friends’ isn’t enough. Becoming anything more is too much. But suppressed feelings can’t stay ignored forever, and you were about to learn that a lot sooner than you thought.

Inspired by the song ‘Fallingforyou’ - The 1975

A/N: shiz lowkey goes down in this part,,, but there’s still a nice dose of fluff to smooth things over :) i’m v excited for the next chapter though! as always, please enjoy and feedback is appreciated!! x

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Walking in the pouring rain during the dark hours of night wasn’t what you had planned for your Friday night. Yet, there you were - doing just that.

You’d never been a party person. Sure, you’d been dragged to a couple through your time at high school, but a quiet night in with an abundance of sweet snacks and some random Netflix film playing on your television sounded a lot more appealing to you than being stuck in a crowded house that stank of alcohol.

That’s why when Wanda asked if you were going to show your face at Thor’s on the morning before the party, you politely declined.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go?” The girl sighed, her expression looking quite defeated through the screen of your phone, which was resting against a pillow in front of you on your bed. “Even just for an hour?”

You smiled empathetically at her, putting the pen in your hand down on the large notebook sitting in front of your legs. The whole morning had been spent highlighting your notes and making new notes of anything you didn’t yet fully understand. With your mom coming on Sunday, you needed to get as much done as possible, and considering the whole house had yet to be cleaned and presented just how she’d like it, parties weren’t really a priority at that moment.

“I’m too busy, Wanda. I’ll come to the next one, I promise. Look after Bucky for me, will you?”

Your best friend had a tendency to claim he wasn’t going to drink at parties, and ultimately ended up passed out on a random couch by the end of the night. Usually, you’d be there to try and sober him up before he got home so that his mother didn’t scold him, and you weren’t sure if you could trust Steve or Sam to stay sober for the night to take care of Bucky instead.

“I’ll tell him to call you when he gets home.” She reassured you, providing you with a sense of relief.

However, the relief wasn’t so long-lived. Day had soon turned into night, and by the look of the amount of people documenting their drunk friends dancing and doing an unhealthy amount of shots on Snapchat, it was safe to assume that the party had started.

And when you began to receive a phone call from Bucky at around twelve at night, you were hoping that meant he was safely back at home.

That wasn’t the case, though.

Wanda’s voice sounded through the speaker, confusing you slightly. “Hey, I know it’s late, but is there any chance that you could come to Thor’s and pick Bucky up?”

“Is he alright?” You asked.

“He’s... well, drunk as fuck, but it’s nothing a good nights sleep and some water can’t fix.” The girl chuckled. “A bunch of people are just sleeping here for the night, and I was gonna let Bucky do the same, but then I saw a bunch of messages from his mom on his phone that he’d dropped on the floor and not bothered to pick up. She seemed pretty worried, and I think it’s best that she knows he’s in good hands for the night. Your hands being the good hands, I mean.”

While you weren’t particularly looking forward to trailing up to a party when you should be tucked up in bed, you were glad Wanda called you and asked for you to get Bucky out of there. At least you knew he’d be safe for the night if you took him back to yours - his house would be way too much of a trek for you, considering you didn’t have a car. You’d been to Thor’s before - his house was only a ten minute walk from yours.

“I’ll be there in ten.” You responded, before tugging on a pair of sneakers and a hoodie with the jacket Bucky gave you over it.

Dealing with a drunk Bucky Barnes would surely liven up the night.

And well, it did.

As soon as you stepped through the front door of Thor’s house and got a nose full of sweat and strong spirits, you didn’t even have time to scrunch up your nose at the scents when someone wrapped their arms around your shoulders, leaning almost all of their weight onto you.

“I thought you weren’t coming, (Y/N)!” The person slurred, and you instantly recognised who had you in an incredibly tight hug.

“I’m not staying for long.” You said against his chest. “Buck, I kinda can’t breathe here.”

Slowly, Bucky unwrapped his arms from around you and placed them on your shoulders, smiling lazily at you. “Sorry, I was just excited to s-see you. C’mon, I’ll get us a drink.”

He tried to tug you into the kitchen, but you stayed put. “If you have any more to drink, you’ll throw up, Bucky. I’m taking you back to mine for the night.”

“Oh.” The boy giggled, wiggling his brows. “How exciting.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, James.” You rolled your eyes, motioning for him to follow you back out of the front door. However, from the way he was stumbling haphazardly towards you, you decided that he might need some support on the way home.

You cringed when his hip collided with the doorframe as he took another step forward, a quiet groan escaping his lips. You wrapped your right arm around his waist and hoisted his arm around your shoulder, allowing him to lean on you. It wasn’t an ideal position to be in, but if it got Bucky back to your place without any more injuries, you guessed that you could deal with it.

A sigh fell from your lips as you stepped out into the heavy rain once again, and Bucky let out another groan. “Man, I d-don’t even have a jacket.”

Quickly, you shrugged off the leather jacket you were wearing and handed it to the boy. It didn’t have a hood, but it’d still keep him a little warmer in the bitter weather. “Here, it’s yours anyway.”

It took a bit of struggling, but Bucky finally pulled on the jacket and returned to your side, slinging his arm back around your shoulders. “Thank you, sweets.”

“It’s alright, Buck.” You replied, hearing the pattering of the rain getting louder and feeling it pelt your body like small bullets. “Let’s hurry up and get outta the rain, okay?”

By the time the both of you fell through your front door, your shoulders had began to ache, the two of you were utterly drenched, and Bucky was struggling to keep his eyes open. As soon as the warmth from inside your house hit his shivering form, the urge to sleep had suddenly overwhelmed him, and he certainly wasn’t hiding that.

While you quickly sent a text to his mom informing her that Bucky was safe, the boy had slid his back down the wall of your hallway before tipping his head back against it, shutting his eyes completely. “M’going to sleep.”

You sighed, putting his phone down and sending a final text to Wanda from your phone letting her know the same thing. Your phone slipped back into your pocket and you crouched down to Bucky’s level. “You can’t sleep here, Bucky. Don’t you wanna lay on something more comfortable? Maybe have a glass of water first?”

“Just w-wanna sleep.” He shook his head, keeping his eyes closed.

“Your clothes are still soaked.” You gestured towards his damp jeans and jacket. “At least come and get changed, and if you really want to, you can come back down here and sleep on the floor, alright?”

You only said that because you knew he wouldn’t want to actually sleep on the floor for the night - the guy was just being lazy.

With a hesitant nod, Bucky grabbed the hand you’d outstretched to him and pulled himself up, immediately putting his other hand on the bannister of the stairs to keep himself upright. You slowly but surely led him up to your bedroom, biting back a smile as you watched Bucky throw himself on top of your bed sheets and nuzzle his face into your pillows.

If he wasn’t so wasted, you would’ve threatened to drag him by the ankles off your bed if he didn’t get up himself, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt for that night.

After opening the doors of your closet, you skimmed the array of hoodies that were hung up on the right side of the space; most of them were oversized anyway, so you were sure Bucky would be able to wear one of them. As for pants, well, Bucky was a pretty tall guy. None of your sweatpants would likely fit him comfortably.

You pulled out a burgundy hoodie which was probably twice your actual clothing size and chucked it towards the boy who was almost asleep in the centre of your bed. His eyebrows furrowed as he lifted his head, tired eyes scanning the hoodie.

“It’s for you to sleep in.” You confirmed to him, heading towards your bedroom door. “I’m gonna go and get you some water while you change, alright?”

“Wait.” You heard Bucky say after you were about to head out of the door.

Turning back around, you raised you brow at him. “What is it, Bucky?”

“I’m...” The boy started, laughing as he tried to get the rest of his sentence out. “I’m going to the dance with Natasha.”

Your brow raised even higher, not expecting him to say, well, that.

“Oh, you are?” You asked, causing him to nod as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, shrugging off the jacket he was wearing.

“Uh huh.” Bucky replied, beginning to laugh again. “It’s k-kinda funny, though, ‘cause I didn’t even ask her myself! Sam said I should go with her since you were already goin’ with s-someone else-”

“Wait, what?” Your mouth hung open in surprise. Okay, hold up. Bucky was only going to the dance with Natasha because you had already been asked?

Could you even trust what he was saying in that moment? Bucky was still drunk, maybe he was getting confused. But why would he even say that if it wasn’t the truth?

Did that mean Bucky really did want to ask you to be his date? Was that what he was going to say before Pietro interrupted him, only to ask for you to be his date instead? Fuck.

This wasn’t good. While there was a part of you that felt warm from knowing you were originally Bucky’s first choice for a date to the dance, the rest of you was screaming. Perhaps he just wanted to ask you because you were his closest friend. That’s the reason you wanted to go with Bucky, right? If it was for another reason which involved certain feelings... well, you just weren’t going to think about that.

“What?” Bucky’s puzzled response pulled you from your thoughts, and by the look on his face, you assumed he probably couldn’t even remember the words that had just left his mouth.

You decided against questioning him further. The poor guy was drunk, and you shouldn’t use that as an opportunity to get answers out of him that he wouldn’t want to admit when he was sober.

“Uh, nothing.” You shook your head, backing out of the door again. “I’ll be back soon.”

Giving Bucky enough time to change in his drunken state, you slowly made your way down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard to fill with water. You tried not to let the thoughts about the dance whirl around your mind, but it was difficult. Honestly, you didn’t mind that he was going with Natasha. When he said that him and Natasha were only friends, you believed him, and you were happy that he had a friend to go with just like you did.

It didn’t take long for you to return to your bedroom, Bucky’s water in hand. The sight you’d walked into made you chuckle; the boy had the hoodie on thankfully, and was tucked underneath the cream sheets on top of your mattress. He looked peaceful, and you were glad that he made it fairly easy for you to get him to sleep.

You placed the water on the bedside table next to him, and as you were about the tip toe out of the room and spend the night on the couch in the living room, you felt a hand loosely wrap around your wrist.

“Don’t go.” Bucky’s muffled voice said to you. Heat instantly rose in your cheeks thinking about even sleeping next to him. That would be too intimate, right? Too intimate for two people who weren’t meant to be intimate.

“Bucky, I’ll just be downstairs...” You tried to reason, but the boy wasn’t having it.

“Please?” He squinted one eye open, silently pleading for you to give in.

If you laid next to him until he fell asleep, you could leave straight after. As long as it got him to sleep, it didn’t matter, right?

It didn’t even occur to you that your wet clothes were still clinging to your body as you climbed into your bed, making sure to keep your distance from the boy on the other side of the bed. Even without being near him, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it only made you want to be closer to him.

After a few seconds of silence, a small voice broke the quiet. “Night, (Y/N).”

You smiled, turning your body so that you were both facing away from each other. The night hadn’t been as stressful as you’d presumed, and as long as Bucky was okay, you were sure you could be too. Your friendship with him was more important than anything. Even if it never amounted to anything more, and the thought of that broke your heart a little, you never wanted to lose him, truthfully. And if what he needed was a friend, you were going to be a good friend to him.

Lightly closing your eyes, you quietly sighed. “Goodnight, Buck.”

* * *

“Oh, fuck.”

Light flooded through the curtains into your room, casting shadows across the bed that you were still lying in. The bed you were meant to be leaving in the middle of the night.

You had slept with Bucky.

Well, not ‘slept’, but you had physically slept next to him all night. Did friends do that? Was that okay? You weren’t really sure. What you were sure of was that it was definitely time for you to get up.

As you went to sit up, a weight on your stomach limited your movements. Bucky’s arm was laying across your middle as he slept on his stomach, soft snores still escaping his pink lips. You tensed, knowing that he probably accidentally let his arm drape over you, but it was still there, and you couldn’t help but blush a little.

Quickly, you removed Bucky’s arm from your stomach and placed it gently back on the mattress before scrambling out of bed. You groaned, looking down at the hoodie you were still wearing and the leggings you hadn’t yet changed out of.

Bucky would most likely be out cold for another hour or so, allowing you to freshen yourself up ready for the day ahead of you. If Bucky wanted to stay at yours for the day, you didn’t mind, but you desperately needed to clean up the house ready for you mom’s arrival and finish up any topics that you hadn’t fully studied. Hopefully, you could have everything perfect for Sunday.

After showering and brushing your teeth, you changed into a simple t-shirt and sweatpants before making your way downstairs to make something for breakfast. You didn’t want to wake Bucky just yet; he definitely needed a good sleep with the hangover he’d probably have when he did wake.

Once you padded down the staircase and paced into the kitchen, you shrieked slightly and placed a hand over your chest, seeing a figure seated with their back to you on a stool at the kitchen counter. Their hair was tied back in a neat bun; you could recognise that too-perfect hairstyle anywhere.

“Mom?” You breathed out, unsure if you were literally seeing things or if your mother had actually snuck into the house while you were still asleep.

The woman turned around, her lips pressed into a straight line. “I’ve been waiting twenty minutes for you to come down here.”

“Well, hello to you too...” You mumbled, furrowing your brows as you placed your hands on your hips. “What are you doing here? I thought you were coming tomorrow.”

“Clearly.” She let out an empty laugh, scraping her eyes around the room, eyeing the dirty dishes that had yet to be washed and counters that hadn’t been wiped down. “I hope my home isn’t normally this... unclean.”

My home. The woman was never even there, how could she call it her home? “It would’ve been clean if you’d arrived tomorrow, like you said you were going to.”

“My plans changed.” She replied simply, standing from her seat and approaching you, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, do I at least get a cup of tea after my two hour train journey here this morning?”

You suppressed a sigh, nodding as you walked over to the sink and filled up the kettle with water before placing it on the stovetop. “So, dad couldn’t make it?”

Your father had sent you a brief text to say that his schedule was too full to visit this weekend. Being used to it, you let him know that it was okay. At least he had the courtesy of informing you of his change in plans, unlike some other people.

“He couldn’t.” You mother confirmed. “But that means we can have a proper conversation about your plans for college, (Y/N). He doesn’t have a preference for what Ivy League school you want to attend, but I do.”

Of course - after not seeing you for almost a month, the first thing your mother wanted to talk about was college.

After preparing the tea and handing a cup to your mother across the counter, you leaned back against the stovetop and sighed. “Harvard.”

“Mhm. Now, I see no reason why you shouldn’t go there-”

“Mom, it’s ten in the morning. Can’t I at least eat before we attempt to talk about this?” Key word - attempt. There was no way that you were agreeing on going to Harvard, and there was no way that your mother was backing down from the idea, so the conversation was utterly pointless.

Your mother tightened her jaw. “No, (Y/N), we will talk about it now. This is important, you know.”

“I know.” You forced a smile. “Which is why I need food in my stomach before I listen to you go off at me and take none of my feelings into account.”

Her lips turned into a scowl. “(Y/N)-”

A whine sounded from the direction of the staircase, causing your mother to close her lips, and your heart to instantly stop. Fuck, holy fuck. You were dead. You never thought you’d die before the age of twenty one, but here you were, positively awaiting for your mother to kill you.

Bucky plodded down the stairs, rubbing his eyes with fisted hands, shirtless, not noticing the shocked stare that your mother was aiming at him. “God, I really need an aspirin. Last night was...” His raspy words trailed off, and if you weren’t practically crapping yourself, you’d probably be swooning over his sleepy voice.

The boy pulled his hands away from his face, his lips forming and ‘o’ shape as his puffy eyes landed on the smartly dressed woman with her fists clenched tightly at her sides next to her pencil skirt. She turned around to face you, eyes flaming with an anger you’d never seen before. You tried to say something, anything. However, nothing would be able to soften the blow you were about to receive from your mother.

“(Y/N),” The woman started, her teeth gritted. “What in God’s name is this boy doing here?”

“I-” Bucky tried to interject, but was immediately stopped by your mother.

“I was not asking you, I was asking my daughter.”

Shit. What were you even meant to say? “He’s my friend.”

Bucky had never met your parents before. He wasn’t even sure you’d mentioned him to them, purely because they’d react exactly how your mother was acting now. He really wished he’d put on a shirt before he came downstairs, but he truthfully wasn’t even thinking. He only wanted to come down and thank you for taking care of him, and well, he’d came down to something much worse.

“Well, you friend is shirtless and seems to have a terrible hangover.”

The woman wasn’t wrong. Bucky’s undereyes were darker than usual, his actual eyes were tired, and the way he walked down those stairs... well, he didn’t exactly look one hundred percent sober.

An uncomfortable silence fell between the three of you, and you were begging for a black hole to appear in the floor and swallow you up. Anything to get out of the horrible situation you were in.

“Mom, look-”

“No, you look.” Your mother spat, shutting you up. “This- this is disgustingly unacceptable! Your father and I work hard to pay for this house, to pay for you to live here on your own, to pay for your textbooks and to eventually pay for your college tuition, and you repay us by slacking in school and bringing boys into our home to sleep with?”

“What?” You almost yelled, taken aback by your mother’s words. Bucky looked rather shocked too, and he looked like he wanted to intervene again, but you beat him to it. “Mom, I’m not- Bucky and I aren’t sleeping together! And- and I want to be thankful for all of that, I really do. But how can I when you’re only paying for all of it to make yourselves happy? As long as I go to the college that you want me to go to and get the job that you want me to get, you don’t care about what I actually want.”

Your mother was fuming. You couldn’t even believe that you were actually saying all of that stuff to her, but it was bound to come out eventually. “You don’t get a choice because I know you won’t make the right decisions. I’m doing this because I care-”

“Don’t you dare say that you care about me.” You shook your head, feeling a lump forming in your throat but no tears in your eyes. “If you cared, you wouldn’t leave me alone in this house for weeks on end, or get mad at me for making the smallest mistakes, or scold me for helping out a friend. You don’t care, Mom - you never have.”

At that moment, you were done. Maybe there was another conversation needed to be had with your mother, but all you’d wanted to say right now had been said, and all you wanted was for her to get out of your sight. To your relief, the woman picked up her bags that were resting against the counter and started towards the front door. Though, she could never leave without having the very last word.

“I don’t know who you’ve become since your father and I have been out of town, but you are certainly not our daughter anymore.”

And with that, the door slammed shut.

You’d briefly forgotten that Bucky was in the room until you heard footsteps coming towards you. Your eyes stayed glued to the wooden floorboards, refusing to look up, afraid that your feelings would get the best of you and send you into crying mess. That woman wasn’t doing to be the one to make you cry; you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

“(Y/N)...” The boy broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted to apologise for coming downstairs, but he knew that wasn’t the problem. Whether she’d seen him or not, the argument between you and your mother probably would’ve happened anyway. “What are you thinking about?”

The question surprised you a little, but you tried to answer it nonetheless. “I... uh, fuck. I don’t... I don’t know what to think. I’ve never argued with her like that before. I’ve never seen her so infuriated. But she’s gone now, and until she comes back, I’m... I’m just gonna pretend that she never came back in the first place.”

Bucky didn’t look convinced, but he also had a feeling that your mother wouldn’t be back any time soon. Perhaps it’d be better for you to take your attention away from your parents and focus on yourself for a while, and when the time came to deal with your parents again, you’d be in a better place to do so. If you needed to talk about them, however, Bucky hoped that you already knew you could go to him.

“Okay.” He nodded, crossing his arms. “Thanks for last night, by the way. I can’t remember a lot of it, honestly, but I didn’t wake up with vomit down my shirt, and that probably would’ve happened if you didn’t pick me up from the party...”

You scrunched up your nose and chuckled, momentarily forgetting about the ordeal that had just occurred. “That’s kinda gross, Buck, but you’re welcome. At least when you’re here, I know that you’re safe and not getting yourself into any trouble.”

“Aw, do you worry about me, sweets?” Bucky smirked, a glint in his blue eyes that made your knees weak. You were suddenly aware yet again that he was shirtless, and you couldn’t help but rake your eyes up his torso just once before pretending he had no effect on you whatsoever.

With your signature eye roll, you stepped back from him and walked towards the fridge. “Go put a shirt on while I make breakfast, James.”

“What’s on the menu this morning?” Bucky asked cheerily, moving towards the staircase.

“Pancakes.”

“Hot food that wasn’t frozen beforehand? You’re becoming quite the chef, (Y/N).”

You bit back a smile, glaring playfully at the boy as you got out the ingredients for the pancakes. “If you’re still standing here in the next five seconds, you’re not getting breakfast. You also need to text your mom, and Steve and Sam, and you should probably let Thor know-”

“Alright, alright.” Bucky interrupted, beginning to jog up the stairs, not before he called out to you one more time. “God, where would I be without you, sweets?”

The question was rhetorical, but Bucky knew the answer; somewhere he definitely didn’t want to be. Anywhere that wasn’t with you was a place he never wanted to be in. He always wanted to be a part of your life. To help you deal with your parents, to pick you up when you’d been knocked down, to give you the world because that’s what you deserved. A life without you was a life that Bucky never wanted.

And everyday that you still didn’t feel the same way towards him was another day he was afraid of letting you slip away.

Whether you felt the same or not, Bucky had to do something soon. Something being anything that would show you how he really felt towards you. It was eating away at him, and if he didn’t act fast, he’d lose himself as well as you.

All he wanted was for you to be his. For him to know that you were his. But he unknowingly already had your heart, no matter how much you wanted to deny it.

You were his from the very start, and you would be until the end. You had fallen painfully hard for Bucky Barnes, and you weren’t sure if falling for him was a blessing or a curse.

Whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t going away any time soon.

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I'm sorry dude, that sucks. Any way for me or like, any of your mutuals make the hours worth it? (Work sounds like shiz I'm sorry you're stuck :( ) ~Frog

Ehhhhh I just gotta make it through the shift

It just be like that sometimes

I guess some asks but I've been asking for those a lot lately so sjjddjjd you don't have to

[azrcxlfatale]

under the cut you’ll find saint’s intro, its just a brief run down for now until i get bio pages up but it should help get a sense of the boyo all the same !! he is gentle and friend shaped is all i can say ajjdfg. THIS HAS NOW BEEN UPDATED WITH LIKE FIVE EXTRA LIL MORE CURRENT HEADCANONS! [ they r just like for his own growth nothing major has happened with saint and he’s still fundamentally the same as he was bc he’s always been a more laidback and less tragic muse but feel free to read em bc they do help contextualise how he’ll be career wise and with grandmami] : 

   CHWE SAINT: 

so for the best part of his life saint was raised with his ‘grandmami’ as he terms her, but she’s better known to the whole island as ajumma solmi. for this reason he’s very doting toward her and a real grandma’s boy. he bakes with her often and they can often be found on street corners selling cheap priced but some of the finest flowers to the citizens because it’s grandmami’s tradition and its mostly done in hope to uplift the islanders and bring joy to their day in a small way and act of love. 

when i say doting i mean doTInG, he will help her in and out of chairs, help her cross streets, hold the groceries for her as she crosses, open doors for her even if grandmami insists he stops fussing because ffs saint ur making me look ancient and i’ll have u know i am still fighting fit and could knock any idiot on his ass with a fliCk of my finger. ajdhf. she is v fiery, if saint is like the picture of elegance and good manners then grandmami is the sTARK contrast. she has one hell of a potty mouth and just a no time for ur shit attitude. if anything saint is keeping her in line, not the other way around. 

his quirk is warp gate. he rlly just uses it to entertain himself mostly and help give his pals quick escapes when a prank of some sort has gone wrong. he can basically create portals out of a dark fog which can either be emitted through his breath or openings at the end of his fingers which he can activate, anyone can also use his portals to travel so long as he’s given them permission.

he just exudes sunshine rlly. is well known round the island for his out of this world smile which has been known to charm many. he is a very eligible and sought after bachelor but saint is like...not interested mostly bc he just like has no romantic awareness ahdhfhf not bc he doesn’t want it. and also bc he doesn’t like the way it’s mostly super young girls and guys just like awestruck by him. it feels a little too much like he’s a collective childhood crush by his groupies so yeah he is OBLIVIOUS. 

very humble and incredibly polite. just really down to earth whenever spoken to but being raised by an elderly person kinda makes u a little outdated, for this reason saint is kind of demure and bad at conversation mostly due to the fact he can easily talk for hours about his plans for baking with grandmami later, the book he read her this morning, the lovely walk they took in that gorgeous spot which he rlly recommends etc but he is god awful at talking about like typical young people stuff. 

lot of ppl think he plays hard to get, this is not true, saint just fr does not know how to fuckin speak and is the most oblivious person in the world to how to flirt, he’s easily flustered but bad at knowing when he’s being flirted with or if this person is just rlly nice and is usually too shy and respectful to rlly push luck by flirting in response hfhfjkg. USELESS. 

very 70′s/80′s aesthetic bby boy, sweet summer child. he is obsessed with old classic black and white films, had a collection before he moved to the island which he misses like everyday but luckily he has memorised ten million quotes. also collected records. obsessed with anything retro, is a collector of gaming merch. but he didn’t get to sneak much to the island :-( the only thing he rlly snuck was a small record stash. liked roller skating, bowling, drive in movies. dresses very retro but refined and classy with lots of layering. rlly good knowledge of classic literature. 

most likely to find him at the arcade in the funzone now on the island, he is a master at all the games but esp the old retro ones, usually goes early morning or late evening so he can spend hours uninterrupted on them and beat his high score everyday a bit more. if not there then he’ll be at zen’s computer gaming instead. he likes all tech really but prefers retro, he’s still figuring out modern. before coming to the island he was rlly getting into VR. if he’s not in either of these places, he’ll be on the beach in a volleyball match or doing a jog. still v much into his sports. 

ultimate sike power cause people think he looks like ur typical jock fuckboy but jokes on u he is pure of heart and dumb of ass himbo just blessed with ethereal looks, he is the breed of good lil boyo and that is all. 

obsessed with milkshakes and popcorn at the diners if he’s ever there u can guarantee that is what he is snacking on or treating himself to. his weakness is churros he fucken thinks that shit SLAPS. he’ll do anything if the prize is churros.  sMH someone help his diet. also loves fiddling with the jukeboxes there ajdjd. 

has two pet geckos one is peach colored and called zelda, the other is black and white leopard spotted and named zeus and he also has a chonk of a fluffy grumpy white cat called yoshi. he is the best. saint is a huge animal lover but probably still not on nyx’s level of dog worshipper. 

weeb. not as big of a one as nyx but he likes haikyuu, kuroko no basket, given, fruits basket, free! and yuri! on ice. he is very into anything that is slice of life or sports anime. 

has the nickname ‘koda’ bc of the movie brother bear, nicknamed after the lil baby bear cause he just reminds people of a baby bear ahdhd. 

he studies art, spends half his life in the studio working, big art nerd. once he gets in the work mode, he just does not stop for anything but water and snacks and goes at it all day into half the night. usually does big projects bc he loves a challenge. mostly paints, sometimes sketches. u know those vids of people mixing paint colors like a swatch of gold and turquoise? saint fuckin loves those so bad unf he does that all the time to calm himself. 

still lives with grandmami currently, he’s looking at getting his own place bc everyone tells him if he ever wants to have his own life then he needs to but he’s just v anxious about leaving grandmami on her own bc she getting older by the day and she’s all he has sO she cannot get hurt!! 

also in a bit of a dilemma with his art bc he kinda wants to make something out of it, like maybe teach some classes sort of thing and use it more as a career but right now he does not have the confidence in his ability and is mostly just doing it for fun and as a calming thing ( he’s an idiot he’s rlly fucken good pls someone make him take himself seriously )

never cusses but does say bitchin a lot, only ever uses fuck in bed basically so if u ever hear him say it then u know something next level has gone down bc saint refuses to swear even if he stubbed his pinky toe.

looks like a cinnamon roll but HE FUCKS!! boy is a kinky freak however saint has no shame or embarrassment like he will discuss it as casually as a discussion of what to have for dinner not bc he is like lewd but purely bc to him its rlly natural and like another form of art and he does not get the embarrassment or secret nature of it all like it is just factual to him that we come into the world like that and ppl enjoy it sometimes ajsj. 

gardening enthusiast!! has a fascination with studying plants and insects tbfh. still uses 70′s and 80′s kewl kid slang like unironically someone help him pls. sjjdjf. cute bonus fact: has freckles all over his shoulders and down his back. UWU. 

COUPLE OF CONNECTION IDEAS OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD??: 

i would love for him to have a muse for art and/or to be someone’s muse. also and maybe interchangeably someone to kinda be his art mentor and be like saint u could pursue this fr if thats ur dream, then do it pls share this talent dont let ART DIE!!

someone he does gardening and insect studies with who gets his nerdy enthusiasm over it. 

a regular who gets flowers from him and grandmami, maybe he makes a special bouquet for them every day which always has a different meaning in the flower language bc he is soft like that ajjfl

someone who he can take on loads of cute lil platonic diner dinner dates bc he is a huge foodie as we can tell. this one is super fun like I imagine they scam tf outta restaurants that are over priced and for the elite by being like we all kno married couples or people getting engaged, celebrating anniversaries etc tend to get better deals on their meals. so he’s essentially doing this one bc he likes ur muses company and enthusiasm for food but also bc it means cheaper high quality meals for both and a guaranteed good time.

someone to nerd out with him over classic literature or films bc that would be hella cute

maybe someone who is also close with his grandmami and rlly loves spending time with her as well so he kinda trusts them to take care of her and trusts their judgement when they r like saint chill let the lady live okay go and do ur own shit akskf

he usually jogs alone but it would be cool for him to have someone to do that with and like table-tennis and shiz cause he just loves fitness activities and active leisure stuff too. 

maybe someone who is tryna teach him a little more about how to uH TALK LIKE SOMEONE HIS DAMN AGE AND STOP BEING SOME RETRO MAN STUCK IN MODERN TIMES AJDJD

UPDATES:

so a lot about saint hasn’t overly changed because like he just is and has always been a very wholesome laidback boyo but just a few bits of like additional info for his personal growth can be added:

he’s owner and manager of the florist now, grandmami is also there most of the time and handles a lot of stuff when she’s feeling up to it but with her getting more tired more easily from her illness saint needs to head everything really.

he grew up in a neighbourhood on hosu which like consisted of his entire street pretty much being full of his aunts and uncles so now like it’s a street just littered with all his tiny cousins who like to follow him about everywhere and play ball games etc on the street with him and kinda take it over shs. you can hear their joyful playing from like streets over it’s very cute.

his mother gave him up when she realised she was pregnant with him and too young to raise him and that it would hinder her from pursuing the life she wanted with his father. saint doesn’t hold any resentment for her choice, it only bothers him that his grandma has always had a serious illness since the early days of talks of her having no choice but to take him on and that despite this his mother allowed him to be left to her care and another burden on her when she was already so ill.

grandmami is now at a point where she’s hanging in there but she won’t have long left and saint is essentially now her live in carer till her final days which is hard af for him but he refuses to let it show. he’s not sure how he’ll function when he loses her. right now he’s trying to extend the florist business into a wellness one as well and more of an apothecary so he can keep himself stable and busy.

this is more just a cute fun fact but he’s a Christmas Eve baby. uwu lil boyo was born on the night before Christmas bc of course he was sdjdj.

[guileheroine]

all kinds of different

a friend/shippy gelphie (wicked) ficlet written last nov for the 2019 Femslash Exchange on ao3/dreamwidth (i just realised i forgot to post this here!) 💜✨// 1.4k, ao3 

“You should do a charity ball! Always gets people interested,” Galinda suggests, offhand, before the sight of Elphaba working draws her focus. Elphaba decides, displaying what she thinks is commendable restraint, to concentrate on her task instead of telling her that no one in all of Gillikin is going to turn up to a dance for Animal rights. In any case, they are both too consumed in the transformation of the withered houseplant on the desk for that particular trail of conversation to survive. Galinda’s eyes are huge and keen and not a little wondrous, a more potent distraction than her comments.

“Amazing!” She sighs, with a soft clap of her hands.

“Are you jealous?” Elphaba says with half a mind, relishing the fruits of her effort.

“I couldn’t be, it’s too beautiful!”

The word, the feeling in Galinda’s voice, has Elphaba’s full attention all of a sudden. It makes her stomach stir and allows only for an awkward, perfunctory response to slip out.

“Well I mean, uh, exactly.”

At last, Galinda’s gaze drops away from the musty old flowerpot. From the little sapling, dead and crisp a minute ago, that Elphaba has just magicked before their very eyes into a bulbous, gleaming succulent bright purple with life.

“I’m not jealous, Elphie, I swear,” she sighs, a little forlorn. There’s a short laugh (too high) on the heels of the statement, before Galinda turns and swishes off to her class, leaving Elphaba to recover from the strange moment.

Once upon a time, Elphaba wouldn’t have believed such a statement because she was determined to believe the worst of Galinda always; and jealousy was, of course, a terrible trait that someone as inspicable as her would no doubt possess in excess amounts (even if it was very deep in her festering core where no one could see.) At a later time, she would have taken Galinda at her word, simply because it made a kind of sense deeper than Elphaba should really bother to resist anymore - what did someone like Galinda have to be jealous of her for?

Now , however, she’s beginning to know her well enough to circle back to skepticism. It is borne of a growing understanding of her roommate this time, not the projection of Elphaba’s own hatrification and insecurity, as reluctant as she had been to admit to the latter to begin with. The point is: the recognition of Galinda’s not so saintly emotions feels different, more because Elphaba is different than because Galinda is.

Different every day when it comes to her new friend, such that even these unperfect qualities come with a certain kind of clarity that makes them digestible, understandable - endearing even. (Is it really normal to find her so endearing?)

After all, jealousy is, of course, a perfectly human trait; and it should not be a surprise that anyone suffers it, even if Galinda is someone who takes great pains to hide such things. Knowing her as she now does, Elphaba thinks that those things that Galinda takes pains to hide tend to be all the more stark for her efforts. In any case, the comment sticks in her brain, quite a distraction. Elphaba is surprised to find how unhappy the thought of the whole thing makes her; even more surprised to find why. To realise that her own discomfort at being the subject of jealousy is in fact far outweighed by her sheer longing that Galinda does not feel inadequate.

Elphaba cleans the pot up so it’s as shiny as the leaves, flicking her fingers to curl the rim up into a more beguiling shape. She pushes it into the line of knick knacks against the back of her desk. They look better than new, and should go down fairly well at the sale tomorrow, if last week’s accounts are anything to go by. The weekly fundraisers for pro-Animal activist groups are facing a lot of pushback, but there’s nothing anyone can technically do to stop them organising, even if Elphaba anticipates the worst ever more of late. But if they play their cards right (Shiz students never do miss a good sale), even with a mere handful of organisers they can raise enough to get at least the same number of disenfranchised Animals the legal advice they need.

Upglitzing all this old junk up is a clever way to turn a quick profit, and she’s been working very fast on her free evenings. Doing it in the room with Galinda though - she can’t help but notice the effect it has on her friend’s mood. Even though Galinda hasn’t made it all the way to actually saying ‘I wish I could help’ yet, much less ‘I wish I could do that .’ Elphaba tries again to put it from her mind, but Galinda-thoughts are continually proving to be the hardest to shake off. Such a bother.

-

At the Friends of the Animals committee meeting last week, Elphaba had once again come up with an idea for improving the fundraisers. With the season changing, everyone is on the hunt for suitable apparel; and not everyone can afford the kind of finery that she’s seen Galinda’s friends hauling back by the sackful from the boutiques in town. There’s a demand here, prime for their affordable, eclectic supply. She gets everyone on the committee to scour their old wardrobes and the charity shops around for anything workable. And then she works on making them market ready.

It’s bitter work. It’s not until the early hours of the morning before the next sale outside Crage Hall that she’s finished - not satisfied but altogether too exhausted to keep at it, with all the frills and trims and cuts and colours swimming before her mind’s eye, none exactly right. Too short, too long, too drab, too shiny.

For all her sweat, and her frustration, she can’t quite be surprised when just one scarf and a beglittered belt is all that sells. What’s worse - she hears one student (hardly the picture of style, mind you) muttering something about how ugly everything on the rack is. She has to tamp down the fire on her tongue because how can she even tell if they’re wrong? She doesn’t have the eye for this. It seems as though anyone can see it’s all unrefined and unfashionable. Too Elphaba . Even Fiyero asks if there are any catalogues she could look at for inspiration, tells her that maybe they should go back to stationery and home furnishings or something next week, because we all have our strengths - and that’s when Elphaba sees the silver lining.

“Hey, I really need your help.”

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” Galinda says from her bed, not looking up from her nails as they dry. Her tone has the kind of casual sarcasm that they have developed, a vague self-commentary on Galinda’s own typical eagerness, but once she actually realises what Elphaba has said, she cranes her head, piqued. “Oh, really? What is it?”

Her genuine curiosity puts Elphaba’s heart at ease somehow. It’s an effect too large for a simple reply to have, but Elphaba can think about it later. She dumps the pile of rejected clothing on the carpet and gestures helplessly towards it. “We have to upcycle these clothes. Can’t sell a thing.”

Galinda looks at her darkly. “You know I can’t, Elphie…” The silence strains and Elphaba winces, but then Galinda continues with a pronounced breath. “Your magic, I mean - you’ll be so much better than me,” she chokes out, diplomatically.

“Yeah, I know,” Elphaba replies evenly, despite the way that Galinda’s effort makes her fist curl with sympathy. “But, I mean, I’m hoping your fashion sense can cancel out... mine.” And she’s not kidding when she says, “I really - I can’t seem to do this. Please just work with me.”

After a second, Galinda fairly leaps from the bed. She rummages through the pile, and Elphaba experiences a most curious, stupefying moment of elation to see her expression caught between utter disrelish and pity. She can’t even muster a smile, but her heart beats hard at the sight of Galinda’s face now written with such intent concern and determination.

“Oh, Elphie…” Her head snaps up, stern, and she holds out her hand rather sweetly. “We have so much work to do.”

Suddenly, Elphaba can't imagine a more appealing evening.

[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

Hiii im sorry im late to the party :(( anyways how about a blurb of you like gettin home from a dance practice with your muscle sore and all that shiz and then tom will be like massaging you and after that it's just cuddly fluff? 💖 just really feeling that way today cause of how draining school is then I have cheerdance practice after class which is hell and left me all tired so yah. Hope you're a having a great day!! And to drink lots of water, heat is really strong nowadays😊

I feel you, I’m exhausted and could definitely do with this blurb right now. Thanks for requesting and I hope youre ready for the fluffiest of fluffs. 

Word count: 950 

Warnings: none expect tooth aching fluff :)

Usually due to his demanding schedule and days packed from early morning till night with press stuff, Tom was usually the one coming back late, opening the door at well past 9 at night with slumped shoulders and a tired groan but today it was you.

Your practise had run over time by 2 hours because the heat was driving people crazy and your team captain wasn’t happy enough with your progress especially when competition was in 2 weeks. You’d been texting Tom about the whole ordeal so he made extra sure that when you got home everything was going to be perfect.

You opened the door with a sigh and as soon as you stepped in, placing your keys down on the side, you smelt something delicious that made your already hungry stomach grumble.

“Hey darling.” Tom came out from the bedroom and quickly came over, pecking your lips sweetly before taking your bag of your shoulder. “I ordered your favourite.” Your eyes scanned over to the kitchen where boxes from your favourite takeaway were sitting, steam pouring from them. You smiled sweetly despite your exhaustion and hugged him tightly. He rubbed your back. “I’ve got you love.” His words could have made you melt.

Tom even carried the conversation over dinner because you were far too tired to think of much and listened to your day when you felt like ranting, his hand never leaving yours. After dinner was finished he grabbed your plates and washed up before going to where you had comfily situated yourself on the couch and kissing you softly.

“I have a surprise for you but you might have to wait a few minutes.” Tom brushed some hair from your face and you narrowed your eyes playfully at him.

“Tommy that’s sweet but I’m not really in the mood.” You scrunched your nose up and shook your head. He smiled and cupped your face in his hands, kissing your cute nose.

“It’s not that. I promise you’re gonna love it.” He got up from the couch and smiled again. “Just wait here and don’t fall asleep okay?” He gave you a pointed look and you nodded, watching as he quickly went to the bathroom.

You switched the tv on to keep yourself awake, watching a friends rerun but not really paying attention to it. Instead you kept your ears listening for what Tom was doing. You heard a rush of water and could already smell the bath salts he was pouring in.

After a couple of minutes Tom came out from the bathroom with a smile and silently grabbed your hands, pulling you up and towards the bathroom where the scent of lavender among other smells greeted you. A bubble bath had been run, adorned with small rose petals on top. A soft acoustic playlist was playing in the background from his phone. You felt yourself almost cry at how sweet your boyfriend was.

“Tommy, this is- I love you.” You turned back to face him so you could kiss him, portraying all the emotions you were too tired to say aloud. Tom kissed back gently, his hands threading through your hair before he parted and nuzzled your nose cutely.

“I love you too.” Tom pecked your lips again. “I just thought after all the times you’ve taken care of me when I was tired and grumpy, I should return the favour.” His eyes never left yours and you felt all the stress fade away by just looking into his coffee coloured iris’.

You stripped your clothes before sinking into the water, sighing with relief as the hot water hit your skin taking every ache away from your muscles. Tom smiled widely and kissed your forehead, asking if you wanted anything before going to leave.

“Wait,” He turned back with a soft look. “Stay with me?” His smile got even wider, teeth showing and eyes crinkling as he nodded, taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub. You took his hand with a smile and a coy bite to your lip.

“Lean forward.” Tom whispered and you furrowed your brow at him playfully. He only encouraged you to listen to him and so you did. He came around to the back of you and placed his hands on your shoulders, massaging the skin gently. It was heaven.

You rolled your head to side as he placed a single delicate kiss to your neck. You could have fallen asleep but instead you got a better idea. You had been looking forward to cuddles all day and there was no doubt that you would be far too tired after your bath to stay up and cuddle. “Tommy?” You looked up at him as he hummed in response. “Join me?” You asked sweetly and his face broke out into another one of those famous smiles that could make your heart stop.

He smiled and took off his clothes before sitting behind you, his strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against his chest. He peppered sweet kisses to your cheek and you sighed, your head falling back onto his shoulder. There was no underlying motive, no tension, just you and Tom enjoying each other’s company and wrapped up in each other’s arms.

Once you got out, Tom drained the bathtub and took your hand, leading you to the bed. You shoved on one of his t-shirts and crawled under the covers. Tom soon joined you and wrapped you once again in his arms, whispering words of love and pride at how lucky he was. You fell asleep happily against his chest, feeling safe and content in his arms.