#knock yourself out Sunspot

[helluva-hazbins]

I won't even tell you the things that could happen if you get lost there. And you don't even carry a weapon that would be useful in the sort of dangerous scenarios that could potentially arise.

[urdreamydoodles]

X-Men x Reader (Part.2)

They accidentally hurt you (Part.2)

You're accidentally hurt during a moment of loss of control by your powerful partners

Characters: Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy, Emma Frost, Ororo Munroe, Mystique, Magik, Colossus & Sunspot

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Being in a relationship with Pietro Maximoff was like living life at lightning speed—quite literally. His world was always in motion, and being with him meant constantly adapting to the rapid pace of his thoughts and actions. But beneath his fast-talking, sometimes brash exterior, you found someone who was deeply caring, even if his way of showing it was a little unconventional. He adored you, always racing back to you after a mission or zipping out to grab your favorite food when you were feeling down. But sometimes, Pietro’s powers got the best of him.

Today had been one of those days. It started out fine—Pietro had taken you on a whirlwind day trip to Paris, as he often did, running across the Atlantic in the blink of an eye. You had laughed as he effortlessly carried you through the streets, dodging between pedestrians, never once bumping into anyone. The two of you had spent hours exploring the city, grabbing pastries from the corner café, and watching the sunset by the Seine.

But on the way back to the mansion, something went wrong.

Pietro, in his typical rush, had underestimated just how tired he was. He carried you back across the ocean, but this time, his focus slipped for just a second. That second was all it took.

One moment you were in his arms, the wind whipping through your hair, and the next you were falling. The blur of the world slowed into a terrifying clarity as your body hit the ground. The impact knocked the breath out of you, and pain flared through your side. For a moment, everything went black.

When you opened your eyes, Pietro was there, his face pale with fear. He was kneeling beside you, his hands hovering over you but not touching, as if afraid his very presence would break you further.

“Y/N!” His voice cracked, his usual confidence and swagger gone, replaced by sheer panic. “Oh god, I—I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t thinking—”

You groaned, trying to push yourself up, but the pain in your ribs made you gasp. Pietro’s hands immediately shot forward, but then he froze, torn between wanting to help and being terrified of making things worse.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’ve never… I didn’t think this would happen. I’m so stupid! I—”

“Pietro,” you gasped, forcing a weak smile. “It was an accident.”

He shook his head furiously, his silver hair falling into his eyes. “No. No, it wasn’t. I wasn’t careful. I was too fast. I always do this—”

“Hey, stop.” You reached out, grabbing his wrist to ground him. “I’m okay. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

His eyes, wide and filled with guilt, locked onto yours. For once, Pietro didn’t have a quick comeback, didn’t have a joke or a grin to deflect. He looked devastated, as if the very thought of hurting you had broken something inside him.

“I’ll never forgive myself for this,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You… you’re everything to me, and I… I hurt you.”

You gently pulled his hand toward you, resting it over your heart. “Pietro, I trust you. Always. This was an accident, and it could have happened to anyone.”

Pietro’s face crumpled, and he leaned down, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. His lips trembled against your skin, and you felt his breath hitch.

“I’ll be more careful,” he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll never let this happen again.”

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

Being with Wanda was like stepping into a world where magic and reality blurred together. You were always mesmerized by the way her crimson energy glowed at her fingertips, the way she could bend the world to her will, her power immense but her heart so fragile. You’d been through a lot together, and you’d come to understand the weight of her power, the burden she carried with each spell cast, each alteration of reality. But despite her best efforts, sometimes things spiraled out of control.

Today, it had started as a simple, quiet day in your shared apartment. Wanda had been in a particularly good mood, her laughter filling the room as she practiced her magic casually. She’d been making small changes to the space—coloring the walls with a wave of her hand, rearranging furniture with a flick of her wrist, changing a painting on the wall just for fun. You’d always admired how natural her magic was to her, as if it were an extension of her being.

"Look at this!" Wanda giggled, twirling around as she summoned a cluster of glowing red orbs that danced in the air between you. You smiled, watching her joy with an affectionate gaze. She was so radiant when she let her guard down, when she allowed herself to play without worry.

You reached out, trying to touch one of the floating orbs, but suddenly, her expression shifted. Something flickered in her eyes—panic, uncertainty—and the magic faltered.

Before you could react, the energy exploded outward in a burst of chaotic force. You were thrown back, your body slamming into the wall with a sickening thud. The wind was knocked out of you, and pain seared through your back and head as you crumpled to the floor, dazed and disoriented.

“Y/N!” Wanda’s voice was filled with horror as she rushed toward you, her crimson energy quickly dissipating as she knelt by your side, her hands hovering over you. “Oh my God, I—are you okay? I didn’t mean to—I lost control—”

You winced, trying to catch your breath as you pushed yourself up, but every movement sent sharp pain radiating through your body. Wanda’s hands trembled as she touched your arm lightly, afraid to cause any more harm.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I—my magic—”

“It’s okay,” you croaked, even though you were still catching your breath, your body aching from the impact. You managed a weak smile, reaching up to touch her hand. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

But Wanda’s face was pale, her green eyes wide with guilt and fear. “No, it’s not okay. I can’t control it sometimes, and this is exactly what I was afraid of. I hurt you. I could have—” Her voice cracked, and she pressed her gloved hands to her face, her shoulders shaking.

“Wanda…” you breathed, slowly pulling yourself into a sitting position despite the pain. You cupped her cheek gently, brushing away a tear that had escaped her lashes. “You didn’t lose control. It was an accident. I’m fine.”

She shook her head, her chest tight with emotion as she looked at you, her guilt weighing heavily on her. “I could have done worse. What if next time it’s worse? I can’t live with myself if—”

You silenced her with a soft kiss on her forehead, your touch gentle but grounding. “You won’t. I trust you. We’ll work through this. You have more control than you think, Wanda. I’ve seen you do amazing things, and I know you can handle this.”

Her tears slowed as she gazed at you, her heart swelling with love and guilt, her hands carefully cradling your face. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll always be so careful. I promise, I’ll never hurt you again.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, leaning into her touch, knowing that together, you could face anything—even the occasional chaos of her powers.

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

Your relationship with Charles Xavier was built on a deep, unspoken understanding. His mind was a marvel—brilliant, compassionate, but weighed down by the burden of leading the X-Men and carrying the future of mutantkind on his shoulders. You loved him for his wisdom, his kindness, and his unwavering dedication to his ideals. But with his incredible psychic abilities came risks, especially in moments when his concentration slipped, when the weight of his mental strain became too much.

The day had started like any other. You had been sitting across from Charles in his study, watching him as he went through a pile of documents. His brow furrowed in concentration as he read over reports from Cerebro, the faint hum of the machine in the background. You could tell he was tired, the mental strain from constant use of his powers weighing on him. He rarely admitted it, but you could always sense when he needed rest.

"Charles," you said softly, setting your book aside. "You’ve been working too hard. You need a break."

He glanced up from his papers, offering you a small, tired smile. "You worry too much about me," he said, though the affection in his voice was clear. "But I appreciate it."

Before you could reply, something shifted. Charles’s expression grew distant, his eyes glazing over as his mind seemed to drift away. You had seen this before—when Cerebro pulled him into a deep telepathic connection, when his mind traveled across the globe in search of new mutants.

But this time, something went wrong.

A sudden, sharp pain lanced through your head, so intense it felt like your skull was being split apart. You gasped, clutching your head as the psychic intrusion overwhelmed your senses. Images flashed before your eyes—disjointed, chaotic thoughts that weren’t your own. You tried to scream, but no sound came out, your body wracked with the intense pressure of Charles’s mind accidentally invading yours.

And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it stopped.

You collapsed into the chair, gasping for air as the pain ebbed away, leaving behind a dull, throbbing ache. Charles was immediately by your side, his wheelchair rolling quickly to you, his face filled with horror and guilt.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I—I didn’t mean to—are you alright?”

You blinked, trying to clear the lingering fog from your mind as you looked up at him. His hands were trembling slightly, something you had never seen before. The great Charles Xavier, always calm and composed, was visibly shaken.

“It was an accident,” you managed to say, though your head still pounded from the psychic overload. “I’m okay.”

Charles shook his head, his guilt written plainly across his features. “No. I wasn’t careful. I—my mind slipped, and I hurt you. I should have been more aware. I…” He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

You reached out, placing a hand over his, trying to convey your forgiveness through your touch. “Charles, it’s okay. I know you would never hurt me on purpose. I’m fine. Really.”

He looked at you with such sorrow in his eyes, the weight of centuries of knowledge and responsibility pressing down on him. “I could have done much worse. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I would never… I would never want to harm you.”

“I know,” you whispered, squeezing his hand gently. “You’ve been carrying so much. It’s no wonder your mind slipped. But I’m not afraid of you, Charles. I never will be.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “You are far too forgiving, my love. I don’t deserve it.”

“You deserve everything,” you said softly, leaning forward to kiss him gently on the lips, reassuring him with your touch. “You don’t have to carry all of this alone. Let me help you.”

He gazed at you with such deep gratitude, his hand brushing your cheek softly. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” you whispered, knowing that, no matter what, you would always be by his side.

Hank McCoy (Beast)

You’ve always admired Hank’s intelligence and his unparalleled kindness. For someone so physically imposing, he was remarkably gentle, both in mind and heart. Being with him had been a gift, his endless curiosity and deep compassion bringing a unique sense of warmth into your life. You loved watching him in the lab, his mind constantly at work as he balanced his brilliant scientific endeavors with his more primal, physical side.

Today was no different, except for one thing. He’d been stressed recently, working long hours in his lab to perfect a new serum, one that could enhance mutant abilities without adverse side effects. He was meticulous, often pushing himself too hard, and you could see the toll it was taking on him.

“Love, you’ve been at this for hours,” you said, leaning against the doorframe of the lab, watching as he adjusted some delicate equipment. His large, fur-covered hands moved with surprising precision. “You should take a break.”

Hank glanced up, his glasses slipping down his nose as he offered you a weary smile. “I’m almost finished,” he said, his deep voice rumbling with both affection and fatigue. “Just a few more calculations, and then I’ll join you for dinner.”

You sighed, knowing how hard it was to pull him away when he was so focused. Still, you couldn’t help but worry. “Don’t push yourself too hard,” you said softly, stepping closer. “I don’t want you to burn out.”

He looked up from his work, his blue eyes softening as he reached for your hand, pulling you close. “You always know how to take care of me,” he murmured, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “I promise, just a little longer.”

You smiled, resting your head against his broad chest, comforted by the steady thrum of his heart. But as you pulled away to give him space, something unexpected happened.

A sudden crash echoed through the lab. One of Hank’s devices, an experimental generator, sputtered and sparked. Hank reacted instantly, his instincts taking over as he lunged forward to stop the malfunction. But in his haste, he misjudged his own strength.

Before you could react, his powerful arm swung out, hitting you square in the side. The force of the blow sent you flying into a nearby table, your body crashing against the hard surface. Pain shot through you, sharp and unforgiving, and you crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.

“Y/N!” Hank’s voice was filled with horror as he rushed to your side, his hands shaking as he carefully lifted you into his arms. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—I didn’t see you—are you alright?”

You winced, trying to catch your breath, the pain in your ribs making it hard to move. “I’m… okay,” you managed, though your voice was weak, your body trembling from the impact. “It was an accident.”

Hank’s face was a mixture of guilt and fear as he cradled you against his chest, his large hands carefully checking you for injuries. “I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I—sometimes I forget how strong I am.”

You could see the anguish in his eyes, the way his self-loathing threatened to consume him. He had always been so careful with you, so aware of his strength and size. To have hurt you, even by accident, was his worst nightmare.

“I know you didn’t mean to,” you said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek, your fingers brushing through his thick fur. “I’ll be okay, Hank. It’s not your fault.”

But he shook his head, his eyes filled with regret. “I should have been more careful. I—” His voice broke, and he pulled you closer, his arms trembling as he held you. “I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, trying to soothe his guilt with your touch. “I trust you,” you whispered, your voice filled with love and reassurance. “I’ll always trust you.”

Hank held you close, his heart aching with both love and guilt, knowing that he would do everything in his power to make sure this never happened again.

Emma Frost

Being with Emma Frost was never simple. She was a woman of many layers, her sharp intellect and cold exterior often hiding the vulnerability and passion that lay beneath. But you knew her better than anyone. You’d seen the cracks in her icy façade, the warmth she reserved only for you. Emma was fiercely protective, but she also had her moments of weakness, and today, that weakness had shown itself in the worst way.

You were in the Danger Room, watching her train. Emma was skilled, both in her telepathy and her diamond form, and she took pride in her ability to protect herself and those she cared about. You had always admired her strength, but you also knew how much pressure she put on herself to be perfect.

“Darling, you don’t have to push yourself so hard,” you called out, leaning against the control panel as she finished a particularly brutal round of training simulations. “You’re already incredible.”

Emma smirked, her blue eyes glinting with amusement as she sauntered over to you, her body shimmering as she shifted out of her diamond form. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she purred, though there was a hint of tension in her voice.

You raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. “Are you okay?”

Emma hesitated for a moment, her confident demeanor faltering ever so slightly. “I’ve just been under a lot of stress,” she admitted, her voice quieter than usual. “There’s… a lot on my mind.”

You stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on her arm. “You don’t have to do this alone, you know. I’m here.”

For a moment, Emma softened, her gaze meeting yours with a vulnerability she rarely showed. But then, something shifted. Her telepathy flared without warning, a sharp, unintentional burst of psychic energy hitting you like a tidal wave. Your mind was flooded with overwhelming thoughts and emotions—fear, pain, anger—all tangled together in a chaotic storm.

You cried out, clutching your head as the psychic intrusion tore through your mind, leaving you gasping for air. The pressure was unbearable, your thoughts splintering as Emma’s powers overwhelmed your senses.

And then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped.

Emma’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what she had done, her hands shaking as she reached for you. “Y/N,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I… I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”

You staggered, still reeling from the psychic onslaught, but you managed to steady yourself, your heart racing as you tried to catch your breath. “It’s okay,” you said, though your voice was weak, your body trembling from the aftershock. “It was an accident.”

Emma’s usually composed expression crumbled, her icy exterior shattering as guilt washed over her. “I hurt you,” she said, her voice filled with self-loathing. “I swore I’d never let that happen.”

You reached out, gently touching her cheek, your fingers tracing the sharp lines of her face. “It wasn’t your fault,” you whispered, your voice filled with understanding. “You were overwhelmed. I get it.”

But Emma shook her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I should have been stronger. I should have controlled it. I—” Her voice broke, and she turned away, her shoulders tense with guilt.

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around her from behind, resting your head against her shoulder. “Emma, you don’t have to be perfect. I love you for who you are, flaws and all. I’m not afraid of you.”

She closed her eyes, leaning into your embrace as the tension slowly melted away. “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

You smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You deserve everything.”

Ororo Munroe (Storm)

Ororo was breathtaking in every sense. From the calm in her voice to the ferocity of her powers, she was like the perfect storm—gentle and violent, all at once. You had fallen in love with her grace, her wisdom, and the way she treated you like the calm at the eye of her whirlwind. But even the most controlled storm can lose its way, and today, you found yourself caught in the middle of one.

It was a bright, peaceful afternoon at Xavier’s mansion. Ororo had been training in the backyard, working on perfecting her connection with the elements as she often did. You sat nearby, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin, the rhythmic sound of the wind responding to her commands soothing your nerves.

“Be careful, love,” you called out with a teasing smile. “You know how you get when you push yourself too hard.”

Ororo’s golden eyes met yours, her lips curving into a soft smile. “I’ve got everything under control, darling,” she reassured you, her voice like a summer breeze, carrying with it the sweet scent of rain.

You relaxed into the moment, watching as she raised her arms to the sky, commanding the clouds to shift, the wind to change direction. You were used to this—Ororo playing with the elements like a conductor leading an orchestra. But today, something felt off. The air grew heavier, the skies darker, and a sense of tension filled the space around you.

Suddenly, without warning, a crack of thunder split the sky. You barely had time to react before a sudden gust of wind, stronger than any you’d ever felt, slammed into you, knocking you off your feet. You hit the ground hard, pain radiating through your body as the wind continued to rage, swirling around you with an almost tangible fury.

“Y/N!” Ororo’s voice broke through the chaos, panic evident in her tone.

She was by your side in an instant, the storm vanishing as quickly as it had come. You groaned, trying to push yourself up, but the pain in your ribs made it difficult to breathe. Ororo’s hands were gentle but frantic as she helped you sit up, her face pale with fear.

“I didn’t mean to—oh, Goddess, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she touched your cheek, her fingers soft against your skin. “I lost control for just a moment. I never wanted to hurt you.”

You winced but managed a small smile, reaching up to place your hand over hers. “It’s okay, Ororo,” you said, though your voice was weak. “It was an accident. I’ll be fine.”

But Ororo shook her head, her eyes filled with guilt and self-reproach. “I should have been more careful. I never should have put you at risk like that.” She pulled you closer, her arms wrapping around you protectively as though she could shield you from the storm that had already passed.

“I trust you,” you whispered, resting your head against her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart. “I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”

Ororo held you tightly, her breath shaky as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll never let it happen again,” she promised, her voice firm despite the tears in her eyes.

In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of her storm, you knew that she meant every word.

Raven Darkholme (Mystique)

Loving Raven had always been a risk. Her world was filled with danger, deception, and ever-changing faces. But you had fallen for her, despite it all, because beneath her tough exterior was someone you loved with all your heart. Still, there were moments when her powers—her ability to shift and change—created unintended consequences.

Today had been one of those days. You and Raven were in the middle of a mission, something quick and straightforward. But things had gone wrong. In the heat of the battle, you had gotten too close, and without realizing it, Raven had shifted into a form with a sharper edge—literally. Her arm, now covered in razor-like scales, brushed against your side as she fought off an enemy, and you felt a searing pain slice through your skin.

You gasped, stumbling back as you clutched your side. Blood seeped through your fingers, and Raven’s eyes immediately snapped to you. Her form shifted back into her usual self, and for the first time in a long time, you saw fear in her eyes.

"Y/N!" she called out, her voice shaking with an emotion she rarely showed—panic. She was at your side in an instant, her hands already on your wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "I didn’t see you… I didn’t realize…" Her voice was frantic, and the guilt that clouded her expression was unlike anything you’d seen before.

"It’s okay," you said, wincing as the pain shot through you. Your vision blurred slightly, but you forced yourself to smile up at her. "It was an accident."

But Raven wasn’t hearing it. "I’m supposed to protect you," she muttered, her voice thick with frustration and anger—though not at you, at herself. "I’m supposed to be in control, and I hurt you."

You placed your hand over hers, despite the pain. "Raven, it was a mistake. I know you’d never hurt me intentionally."

Her jaw clenched, and you could see the internal battle she was fighting. Raven prided herself on being in control, on never letting her emotions—or her powers—slip. But this time, she had, and it was eating her up inside.

"I won’t let this happen again," she whispered, her voice hard with determination as she pressed her forehead against yours. "I won’t lose control like that again."

You smiled softly, despite the pain radiating from your wound. "I know you won’t," you whispered back, your hand gently squeezing hers. "I trust you, Raven. I always will."

Raven’s eyes softened at your words, and she carefully lifted you into her arms, her movements gentle despite her strength. As she carried you to safety, you could feel the tension in her body, the way she held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

The wound would heal, but the love between you and Raven only deepened. She became even more protective of you after that day, never letting her guard down again when you were near. But through it all, the bond between you remained unbreakable.

Illyana Rasputin (Magik)

You knew Illyana had a complicated relationship with her powers, especially with the dark side of Limbo that constantly pulled at her. Despite this, you loved her fiercely, and she loved you with a passion that could light up even the darkest realms. She was careful around you, more than anyone else, but today, things had slipped out of her control.

You had been helping her train, something simple, nothing too intense. But the energies of Limbo were unpredictable, and without warning, a surge of dark magic shot out from her sword, the edge of it grazing your arm. The moment it hit, a burning sensation spread up your skin, and you let out a gasp, staggering backward as the pain ripped through you.

Illyana’s eyes flared with panic, and within seconds, she was at your side, her sword vanishing into thin air. "Y/N!" she cried, her voice breaking as she grabbed your shoulders, her hands trembling. "I didn’t mean to! I— I lost control for a second!"

You winced, feeling the magic burn deeper into your flesh, but you forced a smile through the pain. "I know," you whispered, your hand coming up to rest on hers. "I know, Illyana. It’s okay."

But it wasn’t okay to her. Her eyes were wide with fear, with guilt. "No… no, it’s not. I should’ve been more careful. I shouldn’t have let this happen." Her fingers traced the burn on your arm, her magic already working to heal it, but the regret in her expression remained.

You could see the darkness lurking just behind her eyes, the worry that she might hurt you again. "Illyana, listen to me." You gently cupped her face, forcing her to meet your gaze. "I trust you. I know you didn’t mean to. This doesn’t change how I feel about you."

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, you saw the vulnerable side of her that she rarely let anyone else see. She kissed your forehead softly, her lips lingering there as if trying to absorb your pain. "I love you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never want to hurt you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. "You won’t. I know you, Illyana. You’re stronger than the darkness."

She nodded slowly, her arms wrapping around you tightly. From that moment on, she became even more protective, determined to never let her powers slip around you again. And through it all, your love for her only grew stronger.

Piotr Rasputin (Colossus)

The weight of Piotr's presence always made you feel safe, but today, that same strength was what had hurt you. You and Piotr had decided to engage in some light sparring in the Danger Room, a regular part of your routine since you liked to train together. Piotr, in his towering, metal form, was always so careful with you, knowing the tremendous strength he carried. But today, something went wrong.

The match had been going smoothly until you tried to land a playful punch on his side, which he quickly blocked. But his reflexes, powerful and fast, caught you off guard. He turned, his metal fist too swift and forceful, and connected with your shoulder before either of you could stop it. The impact was immediate, sending a shock of pain through your body and knocking you to the ground.

You gasped in shock, clutching your shoulder as you struggled to catch your breath. "Y/N!" Piotr's voice was laced with panic as he immediately knelt beside you, his large metallic hands trembling as he reached for you. "I didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry. Are you hurt badly?" His deep, accented voice was almost a whisper as his guilt consumed him.

The pain was sharp, but you forced yourself to give him a reassuring smile, though it was more of a grimace. "I’m okay," you managed to say, though the pain in your shoulder said otherwise. You knew Piotr would never intentionally hurt you, but the guilt that filled his eyes was almost unbearable.

"I should never have agreed to spar with you," Piotr muttered, his voice full of self-reproach. His hands hovered over your body, unsure of where to touch, afraid of causing you further harm. "I’m too dangerous. I hurt you. I could’ve—"

"Piotr, stop," you interrupted softly, reaching up with your good arm to rest your hand against his cool, metal cheek. "It was an accident. You’d never hurt me on purpose."

He closed his eyes at your touch, but the pain in his expression didn’t lessen. "You are too precious to me," he whispered, his accent thick with emotion. "I cannot forgive myself for this."

Despite the pain, you leaned into his embrace as he carefully lifted you in his arms. His metal skin was cool against your body, but you could still feel the warmth of his love beneath it. "I know you love me, Piotr," you said, resting your head against his broad chest. "That’s why I know you’d never hurt me intentionally."

Piotr carried you to the med bay, never once letting you go. Even though the pain in your shoulder would take time to heal, the bond between you and Piotr only grew stronger. He became even more protective of you, but the love and devotion he showed was something that would never waver.

Roberto Da Costa (Sunspot)

Roberto’s energy had always been one of the things that attracted you to him. His fire, his passion, his vibrancy—he was like the sun, impossible to resist. But today, that same energy had gone out of control. You and Roberto were training together, as usual, but he had been pushing himself harder than normal, his powers flaring hotter and wilder than you had ever seen before.

You had been standing too close when it happened—a massive surge of solar energy burst from Roberto’s body, and before you could react, the heat slammed into you, knocking you to the ground. The burning pain spread through your chest and arms, and you cried out in shock, clutching at your skin as it stung from the impact.

"Y/N!" Roberto’s voice was filled with panic as he rushed over to you, his hands still glowing with the residual energy from the blast. "Oh god, are you okay? I—" He knelt beside you, his usually confident demeanor shattered as he took in the sight of you, wincing from the pain.

You tried to smile, though it was more of a grimace, as you lay on the ground, the heat from the blast still radiating through your skin. "I’m okay," you said weakly, though you weren’t entirely sure that was true. The burn was painful, but the look of guilt on Roberto’s face was worse.

"I didn’t mean to," Roberto said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I lost control for a second, I swear. I would never… I’d never hurt you on purpose." His hands hovered over you, glowing with warmth but not daring to touch you, as if afraid he’d burn you again.

"I know, Roberto," you said, your voice soft but filled with reassurance. "I know you didn’t mean to."

He shook his head, his dark eyes filled with regret. "I should’ve been more careful. I could’ve hurt you so much worse." He clenched his fists, frustrated with himself. "I can’t believe I let this happen."

You reached up with your uninjured hand, gently placing it on his arm. "You didn’t let anything happen," you said firmly, your voice steady despite the pain. "It was an accident. I know you’d never hurt me on purpose."

Roberto’s shoulders slumped as he exhaled shakily. "I love you so much, Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know what I’d do if I really hurt you."

You smiled softly, despite the burn, and pulled him closer to you. "I love you too," you whispered back. "And you didn’t hurt me on purpose. That’s all that matters."

Roberto carefully helped you up, his arms gentle but protective as he guided you to the med bay. The pain would fade in time, but the love between you and Roberto only grew stronger. He was more careful with his powers around you from that day on, but the bond between you remained unbreakable.

[sunnydayroleplay]

Jack taking care of an injured reader that's still trying to work despite being injured.

Aw, I have so many ideas for this one ^^ But, we’re gonna keep it simple.

I personally also work a lot despite me being heavily injured, I just go practically insane when things aren’t clean or finished, so well- This just gonna be me being a slight hypocrite for a bit.

Contents Inside: Injuried/Sick Reader, Workaholic Reader, Jack ( g e n t l y ) body slamming you to your bed, etc, etc..

18- DNI, though this is a relatively SFW post, the game it is based off of is not. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

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You weren’t the best with taking care of yourself.

Whether that be with school, days and nights without taking a break or sleeping because of homework and studying..

Taking late or double shifts…

Paying the bills, doing taxes, cleaning up the house.

You constantly worked on everything and everyone that you didn’t have enough energy for yourself.

Jack did his best to help around, but you felt bad that he did so much, so you just told him off. That it was fine.

He wasn’t at ALL okay with the fact that you were practically killing yourself like this.

And the final straw was today.

About a few days ago, you sustained a really bad blow to your knee whilst moving some heavy boxes and things around your house.

Though Jack told you that he didn’t mind carrying things to help, you said you were good on your own.

As soon as he heard that loud “thud” he ran from the other room to make sure you were okay.

You tried your hardest to convince him that you didn’t need to get it checked out, but after hours of him pleading, you gave in.

Your doctor said to lay off it, and that you shouldn’t walk unless needed, and to ice + elevate it frequently to help the bruising and pain.

Or in other words, if you kept working while on it, of course it would get worse.

And unfortunately this wasn’t a first time of any body part getting worse for you.

As soon as you got home, Jack babied you, made sure that you did everything the doctor said.

He gave you a bath, and you got into something comfortable.

“Jack, I still have to do-“

“No! You are resting! You never catch a break! I don’t want your knee to get worse.”

“Well, there’s BEEN worse! I’ll be okay, please let me handle it.”

“No, no, and no!! You barely sleep, you need to take care of yourself, you don’t need to do so much.”

You sighed and just reluctantly followed his words. You didn’t have the energy to start an argument about this again, and your knee fucking killed you.

A few hours passed, and you just couldn’t take it.

There was things that needed to get done, and you needed them DONE.

Painfully, you got up from your bed, and slowly walked out of the room, clutching anything in reach as a temporary replacement to your lack of a leg.

Fortunately for Jack, you weren’t quiet about it.

Concerned for the sudden noises coming from your door, he came in to check on you.

“Sunshiiine?~ You okay in there?”

He knocks on the door twice.

“Ye-Yeah! Yeah! I’m okay, just- dropped my phone.”

“Oh! Do you need me to get it for you?”

“NO!- No, no, I’m okay!”

“Sunspot, what’s going on?”

“I’m coming in.”

With that, he opens the door to find you sneaking out slowly, staring right into his eyes.

“I thought I told you to rest? You’re only gonna get more hurt, and then you won’t be able to do anything. And I don’t want that for you.”

He smiles softly, pressing a gloved hand to your cheek.

“Sunshine, I love you and everything you do. You’re a hard worker, and you’re dedicated. But you need to take a break everynow and then. It’s really affecting your health.”

Dropping his hand, he picks you off your feet to bring you to bed.

“What if it wasn’t just your knee next time? I don’t want it getting to that. Just.. promise me you’ll take a break?”

You nod your head softly, caressing your cheek against his arm as if you were a tiny kitty rubbing its body against your legs.

He smiled as he laid your body back into your bed, joining you right after.

He pressed a few kisses to your forehead and one to your lips as he played with your hair, slowly lulling you to slumber.

[lurkingshan]

Heya! What are you currently watching across asian shows? And can you rank them from your most favourite to least? I'm looking for something new to watchh

Hi anon! Here is my current watchlist:

Of these, Ossan no pants is by far my favorite and easily going to end up one of the best dramas of the year. Meet Yourself is not new but I’m watching it for the first time, and it took awhile but it really grew on me. Love Sea and Knock Knock Boys are also fantastic so far, and parts of both Wandee Goodday and Only Boo are great, though the shows as a whole are kind of a mess and the writing for both is pretty weak. I don’t really recommend the others.

I also just finished 25 Ji this week, which was awesome and I highly recommend. I dropped the GMMTV version of My Love Mix Up today because I really do not like it and the whole project feels ill-conceived.

Coming up, I am planning to binge The Midnight Romance in Hagwon to catch up for the finale and I expect I will love it. There are also some new qls starting this week and next that I intend to check out including I Hear the Sunspot, Takara’s Treasure, The Trainee, and This Love Doesn’t Have Long Beans, and Marahuyo Project.

So yeah, too many shows! Send help!

[saturnovy]

A highly self indulgent comfort fic bc I have been anxiety ridden all day.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of vomit, mentions of spit, moon sits in the room while you bathe (he’s respectful tho)

Little side note: Moon has nonverbal tendencies in my mind, therefore he does in my writing.

Word count: 785

Worry Not, Dear Friend.

It’s been an all day thing. Anxiety bubbling in your stomach and pounding on your heart to the point of nausea. Nausea that would lead you here, hunched over your toilet and gagging as bile rose in your throat.

Despite the fact that you had been gurgling and willing your body to release its contents to ease the pain in your gut for the past thirty minutes, nothing was filling the empty water of the toilet besides some spit.

A knock on the door made you raise your head from your folded arms and look towards the closed wood.

“Sunspot,” Sun said, voice hesitant, “are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while.”

You suppress a gag to respond to your bright roommate, insisting that you were fine, until a heavy squeeze of anxiety clenched your heart and stomach once more. As you lay with your head hovering above the water, you heard the door creak open.

Finally your throat gave way and you were able to let out the burning bile stinging your insides as you felt your hair be held away from your face with gentle fingers. Sun rubbed your back as you coughed a few times into the toilet before you sat up to close the lid and flush the contents. You then turn to Sun, who held a worried expression on his normally cheerful face.

“You’re not feeling well,” he stated, “are you getting sick? Do I need to get you some medicine or something? You’ll be okay, right?” His eyes flickered between your own as he fiddled with his fingers. You nodded your head with an unconvincing smile and moved to squeeze past him, but he lifted you up instead. “No, no,” he started, “I have an idea!”

The next thing you know, you’re lying in bed with the warm bot curled up behind you with an arm around your waist and a hand against your back.

“What’s wrong, Sunspot? You can tell me whatever’s bouncing around in your pretty little head.” He said gently. You sighed and fidgeted with his fingers around your waist, before emptying your worries and thoughts out into the open. He said nothing while you spoke, only listening while his rays clicked from side to side in a nervous tic. You talked while the sun set outside your window, watching as it slowly disappeared behind the horizon.

Sun leaned forward and in a quiet voice said, “don’t worry, friend. I’ll be here for you through whatever happens.” He paused to let out a chuckle as he turned you around to face him. “I’m sure Moon will tell you the same thing.”

With that, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tender skin below your eye as the light in the room became too little for him to stay.

When the bot leaned back, Moon took the place of Sun. He locked his eyes with yours and let out a small ”tsk” at the red and puffy skin around your eyes. He took your face in his hands and rubbed his thumbs across the apples of your cheeks. He sat up, taking you with him, and carried you to the living room couch.

You were playfully dropped onto the sofa before Moon walked into the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with a cup of tea and a blanket. He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and handed you the cup. It smelled of lavender and was pleasantly warm. You had hoped he would stay near you, but he walked away and towards your bathroom, where you soon heard the running of water.

By the time Moon returned you had finished your tea. He motioned for you to follow him to the bathroom. Pleasant steam enveloped you as you stepped through the door. Moon patted your shoulder twice, before turning his back to you. You undressed and climbed into the tub as Moon sat with his back against the side of it. You made small, comfortable conversation with Moon as you washed yourself and soaked in the warm water, Moon responded with a few taps of his fingers against the tub or a couple of hums.

You exited the tub and changed into some comfortable clothes before finding yourself, once again, curled into the arms of the animatronic. Your eyes were heavy as you listened to the quiet music box in Moon’s chest.

You were half asleep when you heard his quiet voice whisper to you. “Sun was right. Always here for you, Stardust.”

With that, Moon placed a soft kiss against the top of your head as sleep pulled you down into a third warm embrace.

[alaffy]

X-Men ’97, Ep. 1x09 – Tolerance is Extinction Pt. 2 (Spoilers)

We all agree that, no matter what they do in the new X-Men movie, we all want to see Magneto say those two words to Xavier, right?  Even though I tend to side on the side of Xavier, my God you might actually get more people on your side if you world just stop with the speeches. 

There is a lot that happens in this episode and I’m probably going to forget things.  Hopefully, I get the important parts. 

So, Xavier is back and he and Scott have it out.  It turns out that Xavier did give the school to Magneto in order to give Scott a chance at a normal life.  But, honestly, that was just delusional.

Meanwhile, Bastion is (I guess) mourning his mother and Magneto raises the old Asteroid M (although it seemed more…intact then it was when it fell to earth).  He may be the Master of Magnetism, but time and tides should have moved parts of that thing away by now.

Jubilee and Sunspot are trying to get away from a mob, when they are rescued by Storm and Forge.  The four of them go back to the remains of the mansion (I love the doors falling) and Jean and Storm happily reunite.  Meanwhile, Rouge wakes up and Nightcrawler fills her in what’s happening (and I know she was knocked six ways from Sunday, but she seems really nonplused that her room suddenly has a few less walls…and no ceiling). 

So, the plan is thus.  Jean and Storm will lead the Gold Team to defeat Bastion.  Meanwhile, Rouge and Cyclops (and others) will go and find Magneto, as he’s powers are killing the earth, and try to convince him to stop.  But first, they need to get supplies for Muir Island because time is of the essence. 

….Which is why is makes no sense that we find ourselves at the lake on Xavier’s property a few moments later (I mean, this couldn’t have happened on Muir?).  Rouge is understandably upset about Gambit and Genosha and is really questioning her place right now.  So, it’s a good thing that Magneto happens to float on down with his giant freakin’ asteroid.  It’s here he gives the X-Men a choice; he walked their path and look what happened (the description of Leech’s death is haunting), now maybe they should try his.  Rouge agrees and so does Roberto. After all he was given up by his family, what’s left for him (you know, besides his girlfriend).  So, they all leave.

And the X-Men go to Muir Island.  As they are gathering supplies, Xavier is trying to convince President Kelly not to use the Magneto protocols.  Kelly doesn’t want to listen because, according to him, this is all Xavier’s fault for giving the X-Men to Magneto. Yes, this all happened, not because of the government sanctioned program that just committed mass Genocide (an atrocity so bad that even Doctor Doom is like, hey, I never agreed to this shit); but because Xavier handed Magneto the keys to a mansion.  Are you even listening to yourself?

But Kelly says he’ll give Xavier a few hours.  So, the blue team comprised of Xavier, Cyclops, Nightcrawler, Wolverine, and Jubilee will go to Asteroid M.  (And anyone who’s read “The Fatal Attractions” storyline looked at Wolverine…)  Everyone else will go and stop Bastion with the neutralizer that Beast has modified. 

And at this point he have a bunch of actions scenes, which are awesome.  Xavier is trying to convince Magento to stop what he’s doing, but he just doesn’t want to listen.  So, Xavier realizes that they need to remove Magento’s helmet (Which shields his mind from Xavier), so Xavier can get inside his mind and fix the Earth. 

The problem is, if they do it too soon then it means that Bastion could take over the hybrids again.  What has made matters worse is that Bastion is able to control a fairly large group of Sentinels, which the X-Men are fighting.  Also, Sinister apparently has the same type of control over Cable as he did Madelyne and he’s using Cable to try to kill Jean.

Back on the Asteroid, the X-Men are fighting Magneto, Rouge, and Sunspot (ah, two teenagers with powers having a lover’s tiff…now I understand the dangers of mutants).  They are able to get Magneto’s helmet off and Xavier gets into his mind.  Just then Cyclops connects psychically with Jean and he sees that she’s fighting Cable.  She tells Cyclops she loves him, just before it looks like she’s killed by Cable.  Cyclops then uses his powers to stop Xavier from controlling Magneto, because the other team needs more time.

It was in this moment, Cyclops realized that he fucked up.

Magneto is, understandably, enraged and he basically pins (almost) everyone to the wall.  And then he sort of strings up Xavier and it looks like he’s going to kill him.  Except, in his rage, he doesn’t notice he didn’t trap Wolverine.  And Wolverine, who has from the beginning of the episode made it clear that they have to kill Magneto, stabs him through the chest.  (or somewhere near the chest.  The actual area seems to move between scenes).

This turns out to be a big mistake on Wolverine’s part.  Now that the gloves are off, Magneto does the one thing that he could of, realistically, done to Wolverine at any point and time…rip the adamantium out of his body.

[yanderelovlies]

Ok ok so really dirty idea feel free to not write about this. Could u do where Ian makes a surprise visit to sunshine but her and Jack are fucking like rabbits in her room. And like that Jack knows Ian there but like encourages her to be louder💕

Cause fuck Ian!

🔪THIS FIC IS 18+ AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED 🔪

Walking through the building he once called home made Ian reminisce of when the two of you first moved in. It was a simpler happier time he wished to return to with you. He knows he fucked up, but he wants to fix it with you, and sure you may not have answered his calls or texts but you surly have to talk to him when he shows up to the apartment that his technically  his as well. Feeling more confident then he has in a while he makes his way to your once shared apartment. Once he was close to the door he raised his hand to knock when the sound of your moan, and the loud smacking of skin came through the door.

His face grew hot. Were you with someone? Curiosity got the better of him as he leaned closer to the door trying to get a better listen.

Little did Ian know Jack knew he was there. He didn't know why Ian was there; he just knew he had to show Ian who you really belonged to. His hand left you, his one found its way to the back of your head as he grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled you to sit up so your back was pressed against his chest.

“Tell me loud and clear sunshine….who is making you feel this good?” you said nothing has he thrust particularly hard into you causing all thoughts to leave your head. However because you didn't give him the response he NEEDED to hear he stopped his movement completely making you whine in response.

“Come on sunshine….I need you to use. Your. Words!” He thrust hard into you with each syllable causing your eyes to roll back as he hit your sensitive spot over and over.

“Jaaaaaaaack!~” Your moan was loud enough Jack was sure the neighbor heard it, but he didn't mind, the whole world will know you boeing too

“That's right sunshine….now..let me reward you.”. He let go of your hair as in one swift motion he had you laying on your back in the mating press. He leaned down close to you, his dark eyes swirling with lust and mischievousness. “Keep being loud for me sunspot…i want them all to hear how good i make you feel.”

Before you could respond Jack began pounding into you with more vigor than before. It felt like he was hitting every sweet spot as you arched your back, eyes rolling back, and tongue hanging out. You mindlessly chanted his name like a prayer as you felt yourself growing ever closer that sweet release you craved. 

“You are doing amazing sunshine….a-ah i'm gonna fill you up..so even HE will know who you belong to.” too lost in the feeling you had no idea what you had agreed to, you just wished for that sweet release that you know only Jack could give you. Finally the cord snapped and you cam hard around Jack’s cock while screaming his name.

The tight squeezing of your walls was enough to Jack over the edge as he began all of his cum deep inside you.

Holy shit….HOLY SHIT! Ian was  mortified he just heard you fucking another man..Why would you do that? He said he would fix it, and yet you still slept with another?! Ian was seething when he left the building again as he planned out his next step. He WILL get you back. One way or another.

[sunnydayjackass]

Bittersweet Medicine

Written for @sunspot-moondrop

Time is an elusive thing. An unstoppable thing. Fickle even. Fast, slow, somehow endless and yet limited.

Time is what you've long since lost track of currently, hunched over your desk and surrounded by an array of books, papers, several different browser tabs that you alternate between. Your tired eyes are glued to the screen of your computer, the only source of light in your dark room- you'd been too consumed by this project to be bothered to flick the lights on. Finger tips flitted over the keys in soft clicks and clacks. Sometimes the words came so easily, so fluid, the satisfaction being part of what spurned you to continue. Others, nothing seemed to come together quite right, some pieces disjointed and you struggled to articulate. You found that spite could also be a crafty motivator.

Quietly, the door is pushed open with a gentle knock to the woodframe. "Sunshine...? Are you alright?" Jack's tone is gentle, not accusatory-but there's the allusion in his tone that it's likely been hours since you've moved safe from the occasional quick bathroom break. "It's been a couple of hours, why don't you take a break? I can reheat your leftovers for you." Jack smiles warmly but doesn't cross the threshold of the room, not yet anyway.

"Hm?" You glance up and shift in your chair to look at him. Despite the warm smile on his face, there's clear concern for you and the tempation by offering food. You ate...at some point today right? You turn back to your screen seeing the time depicted in the lower corner. Jack did have a point, you sat down nearly first thing this morning and it was now well into the evening. "Oh, nah, no worries I'm good actually. I'll be done soon." You say that with the best of intentions but it isn't the first time you've fibbed that line. A smile pulls at your lips, hoping to reassure Jack but his shoulders sag in a small sigh.

It isn't that you mean to disappoint him or neglect him- you're usually attachrd at the hip, but you wanted to get this done. Finish this personal project for your own satisfaction. Besides, it wasn't like it was your first time. Several times in college you'd pulled all nighters studying or going out with friends and rolling into the next day exhausted but tackling it. You knew your limits, you knew yourself. This was fine, you were fine.

Realistically, this was only one item on your plate of things to do, the ever spinning rotations of obligations in your life seemed to be stacking higher and higher in a precarious composition that threatened to collapse upon you. Jack knew you were building this dangerous little house of cards and could see that you couldn't weather the storm alone no matter what you said. "Sunshine...please, you need a break. At least come out and have something decent to eat." Jack finally steps inside to pause behind your chair, hands resting on your shoulders. Thumbs digging into the skin to massage soothing circles and loosen the knots you'd ignored.

You inhaled through your nose and let your eyes slip closed for a moment. You knew Jack was just trying to help, to look out for you, help take care of you when you had a habit of neglecting yourself in favor of tasks and things of the like. But you were falling behind, you could rest when this was done. You could eat and curl up with Jack soon enough. Patience was something he'd likely pitch around right? Your hands lift from the keyboard to rest over yellow gloves, running over his knuckles tenderly before lifting them from your shoulders. "Really, Jack. I'm fine, I've done way worse than this-trust me." You try and laugh it off with a chuckle, to reassure him, to shoo him out of the room so you can finish up. There's a tickle of annoyance at the back of your head at Jack's insistence rather than taking your word as you oft do his. "I'll be out soon okay?" You give his hands a squeeze and push a grin onto your lips before your fingers go back to the keyboard to type away.

Autosave is a fucking godsend.

And you quickly find out as your form is easily scooped up from the chair as though you weigh little more than a handful of grapes. A startled yelp pulls from your chest as youre held to Jack's, being carried away from your desk. "Jack, what the fu-?"

"I can't do anything you don't want me to." Jack says simply and while there's a slight tone of authority, the warmth never leaves and he seems to soften with you in his arms. You hate that he's got a point, or rather had one the whole time. That you have this stubborn streak, this compulsion to shoulder your burdens independently despite knowing you have such loving and unwavering support. You'd likely do the same if you were in Jack's shoes. Your body relaxes slightly in his tender grasp, unwilling and unwanting to fight him on the issue further.

Gently youre placed on the couch and a chaste kiss to your temple. You recline against the cushions and lean your head back as Jack shuffles in the kitchen, the quiet whirs of the microwave being heard along with rattling cutlery. The smell of yesterdays leftovers waft into the livingroom and your stomach gurgles, you'd completely spaced out, oblivious to your hunger until now and a knowing chuckle reaches your ears. "Hmmm I had a feeling you were hungry." Jack teases and your eyes open as a warm bowl is carefully placed in your hands. Jack settles beside you on the couch, an arm behind you resting at the back of the couch. You begin to eat without protest and pause feeling Jack's gaze linger on you.

"...what?" You ask after swallowing, a little embarrassed. He shakes his head with the small smile never leaving his lips.

"No, it's nothing I just..." it's his turn to be a little bashful, "...I like being able to help you. To take care of you." It isn't the first time Jack has said this to you but it seems especially relevant now. Like when he'd helped start healing the voids in you, some had been there as long as you could remember and others more recent but...it felt good to heal. To start healing. To feel less alone. To be...cared for a doted on. It wasn't always something you were used to. The hand resting on the back of the couch moves to play with your hair, fingertips grazing against your scalp soothingly before cupping your cheek fondly. "I just don't want you to run yourself into the ground okay? I know that you can handle yourself but...it's hard to watch you not put yourself first." Jack seems to relax more as you finish your meal and set the empty bowl on the coffee table.

Chewing your lip thoughtfully, you give a small nod. "We'll figure out a way to meet in the middle I suppose. But we can talk more, not just you yoinking me up from my seat." You chide with a crooked grin. Jack gives a nod of his head and affirmative hum.

"I can agree to that, but then you need to be willing too, Sunshine." Jack quips and you lean against him for a moment. You'll try. Things don't have to be as difficult and complicated as they once were. Tension seems to melt from your body as you curl up with Jack on the couch for a while in comfortable silence until your eyes begin to feel heavy now unburdened by the bright digital screen you'd been working on.

Exhaling deeply, you peel away from Jack and gingerly give a little stretch. For a moment he looks wary, like you might skulk back into your work for another undetermined amount of time but when you stand you extend your hand to his. "Alright well, you win tonight." His hand laces with yours as he stands and the pair of you walk down the hallway to your room and prepare for bed. As you pull your pajamas on, you pause seeing Jack lounging on your bed as he oft does and raise a brow. "...okay, look. I'll try to keep better balance if you stop sleeping in jeans, deal?"

Jack blinks a few times, a little surprised at the deal being brokered but laughs before slipping off the bed to shuck off his pants and coat. Folding them neatly to the side, he settles back into his spot with his arms open. "Whatever you say, Sunshine."

[sgt-morgan]

The Little Sunspot🍼

Part one: Estrellita✨

Part two: 🌙 Knight and Day ☀️

Moonknight Masterlist

Summary: The Moonboys spend one on one time with their favorite girls. It’s really damn adorable.

Warnings: AFAB reader, talk of baby puke. Inaccurate depiction of DID as made cannon by the show. Fluffy as fuck.

A/N: I really got into a baby fever hole on TikTok it’s upsetting.

The boys found an instant best friend in their daughter, that’s for sure. They were attached at the hip. Marc had her as his phone background and he kept a picture of her in their wallet, Steven’s new desk at the museum job he snagged was practically a shrine to your little girl, and Jake kept one taped to the mirror of his limo, and in the brim of his flat cap. You could often find them watching her sleep, looking down at her from their spot beside her cradle, sometimes still in the suit after they had come in from a long night. They would just stand and stare, or would stroke her chubby little cheeks. Some nights, when they really needed the contact, they would press their face close to hers through the bars and speaking in hushed tones about how beautiful she is. It was goddamn adorable. You adored how they cared for their baby, Your baby, our baby. You will never get over that phrase, our baby.

Marc took to it surprisingly like a duck to water, Instantly caring for your child with the most gentle of hands, and it was slowly becoming your obsession. It was also how you found out that your boys had a beautiful singing voice. You had just come home from a little errand for Juno, and you were loathe to interrupt your little family as they sat in their peaceful little bubble, so you watched from the door. Marc sat there, in the rocking chair with your baby, feeding her a bottle and slowly rocking her in the nursery, Jake had so painstakingly put together almost 3 months ago now. He smiled down at your little girl so fondly and stroked her soft head full of their dark curls. Aurora had her fist curled into the soft flannel he wore, and was making contented sighing noises as she fed. When the bottle was finished, Marc raised the baby to his shoulder with a shushing noise, patting her back to try and burp her. She fussed slightly, and you could see him wince, as if her discomfort caused him physical pain, and for all you know it did.

“What is it Sunspot? Miss Mama? Yeah, me too.” He sighed patting her back and standing to slowly pace with her to try and settle her cries.

“It’s ok bug, Dada’s got you, I’m here.” He shushed softly rubbing her back. Then he started softly singing, and you had to stop yourself from melting into a puddle.

“Slip inside the eye of your mind

Don't you know you might find

A better place to play

You said that you'd never been

But all the things that you've seen

Slowly fade away.”

You pushed down the urge to roll your eyes at his song choice, but you can’t begrudge him loving Oasis. You watched as he pulled her close to his chest, resting their foreheads together as he softly sang to the baby and rocked her back and fourth to the tune. You coveted the way that she stared up at her father in wonder, as if he was the moon, and how right she was.

“So I start a revolution from my bed

'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head

Step outside, summertime's in bloom

Stand up beside the fireplace

Take that look from off your face

You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

And so Sally can wait

She knows it's too late

As we're walking on by

Her soul slides away

But don't look back in anger

I heard you say”

He finished the song and settled her in her cradle, you gently knocked and popped your head in the door, and he smiled at you, then looked alarmed to see that you were crying. He flicked the baby’s little sound machine on and rushed to you cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“What’s wrong baby? Are you ok?” He frowned gently checking your face over for injuries, and palming your hair from your face.

“Oh no, I’m fine baby.” You giggled softly, “You’re just a really good dad!” You muttered burying your face in his soft shirt, as he wrapped you up in his arms.

“Well thanks bubs!” He huffed a laugh, you had become so easy to tears lately. He kissed your head gently and swayed back and forth with you in his arms, as he had with your daughter moments ago.

“You also have a beautiful voice, you should sing more often.” You muttered looking back up at him and placing a sweet kiss to his chin.

“Sure, babe.” He sighed, pulling you gently from the room towards your own room. “I can play Guitar too, you know?” You gasped as if scandalized by the very thought.

“MARCUS JEAN SPECTOR!” You whisper shouted.

“Not my name but ok-“

“You play the GUITAR!?” You gasped and he chuckled. “You must prove it right now.”

“We don’t own a-“ you cut him off.

“I’ll make it work! You must prove to me your musical prowess.” You huffed pulling your husband closer as you drift off, contented.

Steven was hesitant at first to keep the baby on his own, which shocked you. When Steven was fronting, you barely had to lift a finger other than to feed the baby, why he would fear everything he was already doing all of the time was so strange to you.

“You’ll be gone all evening?” Steven fretted with his fingers as you lay your sleeping baby in the center of the bed, struggling to put your boob away as you pulled on bits of armory as rapidly as possible.

“Yes,” you sighed, “there are plenty of bottles of course, I made sure to also set a timer for her medicine for later. “ you grin, kissing his cheek.

“But darling I don’t know if I can-“ he sighed and you paused in your movements, curious as to what this fretting was about. “What if I can’t handle being alone with her?”

You were bewildered, Steven? Not being able to handle the baby? Nonsense, but feelings are feelings, even if it’s a baseless fear that you hadn’t even considered. “How do you mean?” You asked, flustered, but listening.

“I don’t know, it’s just normally you’re here with us , or you’re not gone long and-“ he heaves another sigh, “I’m just worried I’ll mess up.”

“Darling, you don’t need to have supervised permission to watch the baby. You watch the baby all the time. You are very, very adept at watching the baby. Hell, you watch the baby more than I do!” You rapidly rant squeezing his cheeks. (Then kissing his stupid looking puckered lips because you can’t resist.)

“But-“ Steven removes your hands and holds them, starting over, “But baby, you’ve always been home when I have the baby. What if we switch while we’re holding her, or I forget something, or I drop her, or-“

“Baby. Babies are very sturdy, your mind is essentially a steel trap filled with all things baby, and you boys have only ever been the most careful when it comes to switching while holding the baby. Nothing is going to happen, right boys?” You say turning your head to the conveniently placed mirrors in the room while you finish materializing your armor. Steven turned his head to the mirrors and his alters spoke.

“Yeah bud! We’re good, no worries. You are a great dad.” Marc encouraged.

“No te preocupes Amigo, we got this.” Jake nodded from the mirror and you pointed as if to say ‘see, told yah!’ Even though you had no idea wether or not they affirmed your suspicion. With that, you rushed out, leaving Steven to his fatherly duties.

The mission you took was a shitty one. Juno sent you across the city to Hell’s Kitchen which of course meant dealing with Daredevil. That wasn’t a bad thing in particular, but with the delicate situation you were being sent to deal with, a buff man in a scary devil suit can sometimes escalate the situation. Thankfully, you got mother and baby out of the home and into a neighbors house before Matty swung in and started beating the shit out of the Dad. The dad of course, was one of Kingpin’s cronies, so you and Matt had to spend a little more time cleaning up and getting Mom somewhere safe than you normally would. All in all, it was a four hour affair, and by the time you got home you were more than ready to fall asleep with your two favorite people curled into your side.

“Babies, I’m back!” You called softly into the apartment to no response. That was suspicious, normally when you got home there were giggles or cops or tears or kisses. Something to greet you, but instead you heard animated laughter from the other room. You snuck in quietly to see what could possibly be so funny that nobody noticed you coming in. What you found was absolutely delightful.

Steven sat on the floor with the baby leaned on a pillow facing him while he read a book. The baby of course couldn’t understand what Steven was reading to her, but his animated voice and the way he flung the book around was really getting her. You pulled out your camera and taped the two as they were enwrapped in their little giggle bubble. The sweet moment was one you would treasure for years to come on your phone, and as they wrapped up, the baby finally noticed you and babbled excitedly making grabby hands at you from her pillow. You smiled and ended the video crouching low to pick up your baby girl as Steven blushed.

“You saw all that then?” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment as if you hadn’t seen him in truly embarrassing scenarios, unlike the truly adorable display that you had just witnessed.

“Yes I was, and if it is at all inductive of your fatherhood practices, I’ll give you thirty babies. Holy shit.” You said fanning yourself in mock arousal. He laughed and gather you and the baby into his arms.

“Your clearly exhausted and have no clue what you’re talking about, let’s go to bed.” He laughed, grabbing your baby who immediately smacked both her tiny hands over his mouth and nose. He playfully bit at her fingers and she laughed hysterically once more. The force of her laughter made her make a disconcerting almost gagging noise and Steven went wide eyed and kissed her tiny palms. “Enough of that then, last time the little sunspot laughed this hard she vomited in Marc’s mou-“

“No! Baby baby baby! Don’t remind me, I’ll vomit.” You groaned, stopping to pick up the hoppy from the floor and carrying it into your bedroom. You went through your night time routine as Steven slowly helped Aurora unwind, reading to her from a book of Walt Whitman poems he had lying around. His voice was lulling her to sleep as you crawled into bed and lay with your head propped on her pillow.

Steven felt that in this exact moment, if he died he couldn’t be more content. His beautiful wife and baby, stared at him enraptured, their matching, glistening gazes staring at him with all the wonder, and safety, and love that he could ever find in a gaze. You both looked at him as if he had hung the stars. As if his words spoke into existence the majesty of the world. He had never been more grateful in his life to not have died in a dusty tomb, before he had even been conscious enough to know that a love like this could exist. He smiled, and kept reading as his girls began to drift off, tiny fingers curled around his wife’s wedding band on her left hand.

“Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop'd,
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.”

He stopped in the middle of his reading as he watched the baby’s eyes, and then yours droop closed. He sighed with a smile, tears threatening to fall and wash away the years of solitude he stored like acid in the pits of his chest. He put the book on the side table and slipped the glasses off his nose, flicking the lamp off and snuggling up next to them. “Oh my girls, I love you both more than I could express.” He whispered, making sure they were tucked in comfortably before he settled down into a peaceful slumber.

Jake slept, ate, and breathed for his girls. Jake was alive as a protectorate, and the ease that came to his role, came as a result of their being in the System’s life. You, who sometimes seemed to be not just his wife, but a part of himself, a part he couldn’t live without. He could no longer imagine coming home to an empty flat with only the body and his system to think about. Now, his days were filled with giggles and hair ties, pacifiers and bottles, sleepless nights and nights where he slept so soundly he feared that he would wake to find it all a dream. He was especially grateful for his girls on days like to day.

There were few times you could say that your husband(s) were out of commission. Heal time was a moot point, exhaustion seemed to always be knocking, but never wiped him out, Illness seemed to never knock at his door. The only time you truly considered them out for the count, was when it stormed. Rain, rain wasn’t a bother to them, a little water was nothing, fleeting showers gave them no mind. But days like this. Days where a torrential downpour and booming thunder seemed to be the only weather pattern, was something they couldn’t live with. It had been a main factor in your move from London to New York. The rain soaked streets of England were a nuisance at best, and an ever present dread clouding your heads at worst. Back in the day, before they were all well aquatinted, Steven believed that he slept through the torrential down pour, and Marc believed that Steven always dealt with the howling winds and grey brooding skies. What really happened, was that on those days, Jake bore the brunt of the emotional turmoil. One would think that with something as small as this, after so long you would forget or learn to move on, and on good days, they absolutely did. However, there was a reason they all preferred the desert. No rain.

You awoke to the rumble of thunder, and a still sleeping husband. Upon looking out your window, you were glad that your husband was still soundly asleep, your baby however, was not. She was a content child though, kicking and babbling in her crib as she waited for one of her parents to retrieve her. You smiled at the monitor and reached for your phone. Rain all day, what a terrible thing. You looked concernedly at your husband and could tell immediately Jake was going to be the one to wake. You were again reminded that even in sleep each of them were so different, it made you smile. You got out of bed and made quick work of feeding and changing your daughter, making your way back to your room before your husband had the chance to wake. He was sleeping on his back, and he was going to wake soon you were certain, as thunder was rumbling louder than ever. You look at your daughter who was already staring excitedly at her father and decided that if today was gonna be tough, you would bring whatever pleasant things you could, and there was nothing they loved better, than their baby girl. You crawled into bed next to Jake and lay Aurora on his chest on her belly. She kicks her tiny feet a bit and babbles excitedly as you curl into Jake’s side, wrapping an arm around his stomach and resting a hand gently on your daughter’s back. She babbles and coos and he starts to stir. He finally wakes with a grin as Aurora smacks her open mouth onto his nose repeatedly in the exaggerated baby version of a kiss.

“Gracias por los besos, Mancha solar.” He grumbled cracking an eye open at the baby who grinned a toothless grin in delight, cooing louder to show her excitement at her Papá being awake. He smoothed his hand down her back and rubbed it gently and she snuggled into his chest. He smiled and spoke to her in that grumbly morning voice you were such a sucker for. “¿Me echaste de menos, niña?” He smiled faintly, still half asleep and worked an arm around your shoulders as you watched the two contentedly, stroking the baby’s soft cheek with a finger. Then, something you didn’t expect, something that felt like a tiny miracle. He started singing.

“Y por agradecer

Lo extraño de simplemente ser

Un alma curiosa, singular

Compleja en su calma y tempestad”

he sang the words softly, cuddling you both into him as he did, eyes closed, a mask of peace you’d never seen in him before.

“Dime por qué será

Dime por dónde vas

Dime”

The song was one you recognized, it was beautiful. Of course, you knew he could sing, Marc could sing, but Jake so openly making music was really shocking. You almost held your breath, too afraid to startle him into stoping.

“Y en el amanecer

Cuando todo va cambiando de color

Y vemos aparecer

Un mundo lleno de belleza y de dolor

Dime por qué será

Dime por dónde vas

Dime de dónde somos

Dime”

The baby had fallen back asleep. She was so contented as she rose and fell on his chest as he breathed. He settled to a hum to finish out the tune. he nuzzled the top of her head and smiled a bit. You smiled softly up at him and he smiled back, leaning to kiss you sweetly.

“Now then, what do I have to do to get my other amorcito to sleep?” He quirked an eyebrow at you and you shrugged with a sleepy smile.

“No se, are you gonna be ok if I go to sleep?” You said, eyes flicking towards the window. Jake heaved a heavy sigh and rubbed his eyes.

“You know what? I’m safe, mi hermanos are safe, my girls are safe, I’m gonna be ok. Go to sleep querida.” He started to slowly scratch your scalp and hummed that same tune again and you were out like a light.

Playing with your hair always worked. He heard the thunder rumbling and he turned to look. This time though, he didn’t see a reflection of himself, alone and terrified. A failure of a protector. He saw who he is now, a father, a husband. Someone people depended on, someone who has made a life for himself, and his family. He was content. And it was all thanks to his girls. He looked down at you both sleeping so soundly and he slowly reached for his phone to take a picture, setting it as their background with a smirk. Then, Jake settled back into his bed, contented to sleep.

Konshu was getting very good at watching. He liked it more and more these days. What he enjoyed watching was the shocking part though. Of course, in some ways he was always watching, his consciousness projecting vastly enough to pick up what he could of the travelers of the night, now a days though, he left the night sky to stay with his Moonknight, and his spawn. The baby was… surprisingly very interesting. She was curious and smart, and she could see him. That’s what really startled the old god. She could see him. He knew she could see him, because when he came into a room, she babbled at him, attempted to grab at his bandages as he stood over her, tried to touch his beak. It was fairly entertaining. Sometimes he even let her succeed. Letting the child grab at his clothing, his beak. He found it weirdly endearing. tonight he stood over her cradle and she started to stir, waking with a small cry. He knew the girls mother just fed her, the father changed her. It hadn’t been long enough for her to need these things again, so it was a nightmare, or boredom. He could work with that. He walked over to the crib and stared down at the child. She stopped crying and her mouth formed a tiny ‘o’ shape. He leaned in further and her curious fingers clasped his beak. He lightly clicked it at her and she giggled, looking at him in awe. He then reached up and pulled some of the moonlight from where it shone in the window. She stared in wonder at the glow, he placed it on her mobile and she stared in fascination, until she fell back asleep. Then he stepped back, and continued watching.

Steven stood in the doorway silently watching Konshu interact with his daughter. When they first got up and came to the door to see their crying baby, Jake was ready to rush in and scream at him for scaring her. Until Steven forced his way up and noticed her giggling at him. He watched as he comforted her and put her back to sleep. He smiled and left the room, crawling back into bed with you.

“She ok?” You muttered, throwing your arm back over Steven as he lay back down.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “she was just bored I think.” He pondered what he saw for a moment. “Weirdly though, Konshu took care of it.” That woke you up.

“Huh?” You said, sitting up slightly. “What do you mean?”

“He just, I don’t know… he heard her I guess and he leaned down and was playfully, he like clicked his beak at her and she giggled and grabbed onto it. He chuckled a bit, then he took some moonlight and made her mobile glow a bit and she got distracted by it and fell back to sleep and he was gone.” He said sounding rather astonished.

“Well, I mean I guess we shouldn’t be surprised, Juno babysits for us!” You shrug, leaning into your husband.

“Yeah, but Juno likes you. Konshu tolerates me! I don’t get it.” He sighs. “It’s the baby, she’s too cute, she’s cosmically cute. It’s her gift.” His comments made you laugh slightly and you settled back down to sleep.

“I think he might be getting a bit sentimental about us.” She grins.

“Maybe about you and the baby, he still calls me a worm.” He mutters and goes back to sleep.

Unbeknownst to them, Konshu was listening to them as they settled back in, and for some reason, he felt something akin to disappointment at his Avatar’s belief. He likes him, he’s just a bit incompetent. Oh well, maybe it’s time to stop calling him worm. He would ask Juno tomorrow.

[undertale-writing-times]

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜ with Supernova please?

Someone is bullying Supernova >:(

You found out today that people had been bullying Supernova.

Well… not bullying, more just messing with him, which was a lot like bullying. You were told that they were blowing whistles really close to him so it would set off something in his mind that said danger, and he would try to reach out for them but they would jump back, out of the way, and laugh.

If he did get too close they would most likely go and tell someone that 'the big scary monster tried to attack them!' and people have been… talking.

Supernova is dangerous! He shouldn't be here. Monsters were bad, just look at that one, he tried to attack my son who wasn't doing anything.

So, lately, he hadn't been leaving the house as often, or at all. He didn't even come out to spend time with you anymore. That's why you first started to ask around to see what the hell was going on.

How could those people treat Supernova like that? He was so sweet, and people are trying to push him to hurt them just so they could whine and complain.

After yelling at the parents and the children, you walked to Supernova's house to try to talk to him, see if you could figure out what was wrong with him… even if you had an idea already.

You walk over to his house, and reach up, knocking on the door. You could hear faint sounds coming from inside, then it opens. Supernova lets out a little murr of sound, sniffing at the air.

"Y/n" he mumbles. Was it a greeting, or was it him saying who he smelled? His scnse of smell was the strongest out of anyone that you've ever met. It was one of the ways that he found people while searching for them, as well as good hearing, you know?

He was a hunter who's eyes got taken from him.

"W…What are you doing here?" He asks. You knew that he was normally really nervous to talk to people, so the ones that were bullying him most likely set him back a lot. It took you forever to even get him into the idea of going out in the first place!

"I came to check on you… I heard what happened"

He lets out a sound of annoyance at that, turning his head away and mumbles under his breath, walking back farther into his house. He left the door open so you could come in, which you did.

"do you want to talk about it?" You ask. He shook his head, tracing his fingers against the couch to walk around, and sits down crossing his arms over his chest. He seemed pretty bothered by this, it was a little hard to tell but… you knew that he was.

You sigh and walk over, sitting down beside him and you reach over, taking his hand into your own. You were careful not to cut yourself cause you knew that he would totally blame himself.

"You have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there." You say, squeezing his hand softly. "You need to remember that people like that, they're just mean. They don't care about your feelings but other people do"

He listens to you talk, slowly holding your hand back, and lets out a little purr that just grew louder the longer you spoke and he leans over to give you a little nuzzle, making sure to be careful to not hurt you on accident.

Later the two of you recorded what the children were doing, and showed their parents, and the children got in trouble! Some of the parents even cooked Supernova and Sunspot something as a sorry gift.

[jimblejamblewritings]

gingerbread | one-shot.

Request: Maybe for the 12 days of Christmas One-shots you can do Harry Potter spending Christmas with whoever you like for the first time, if you do can you make it fluff?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Draco sighed as he looked at the small platters of biscuits on the table. Christmas used to be fun but that was before his parents were sent to prison. He was repeating his last year like so many of his peers. They were known as the unofficial eighth year. Unlike him, the last of his peers were back home. He only had an empty house to go back to which meant he had nothing to go back to.

“The last train to King’s Cross is leaving soon.”

Draco looked up to see you. You were the new sunspot in his life— one of the few people that understood all of the positions he had been put in. You judged him a little and told him to work to prove himself but that he shouldn’t be too hard on himself. You also told everyone else to ease up on him as he worked through everything.

Draco had known you before the war. How couldn’t he? You were one of Harry Potter’s best friends. Now you were one of his best friends— well, girlfriend. It had been a huge deal when he asked you out. All of Slytherin gave him shit and all of Gryffindor rejoiced as if they won the Quidditch World Cup because one of their own knocked the Slytherin Prince down a peg. You didn’t see it as such. Draco didn’t care— he actually cracked jokes himself whenever he walked into the Gryffindor common room.

“Dray.” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh, I’m not going home. Not much to go to… what are you doing?”

You had dropped your trunk. “If you aren’t going home then I won’t either.”

“Love, y—”

“No one should be alone on Christmas, my family’ll understand.”

Draco looked at you with hearts in his eyes as you sat across from him and prepared yourself some breakfast. He listened as you started to list everything that you two could do in preparation for Christmas. You were going to make it the best Christmas that your boyfriend ever had.

“And every good Christmas starts with gingerbread.”

“Gingerbread?”

“We’re going to the kitchens and we’re going to beg the elves to let us make the best gingerbread house that Hogwarts has ever seen.”

Draco chuckled but agreed. The elves were surprisingly relaxed about letting the two of you in the kitchen. Your boyfriend thought that there would be a kit until you informed him that you were baking the gingerbread from scratch. You knew that Draco was meticulous, his top grades in Potions proved it, but you didn’t know to what extent. While you baked the batters, he cut the gingerbread into exact shapes. The plan was to make a replica of Hogwarts— his idea.

You looked over when you heard him laughing. “What?”

“Love, you’ve got gingerbread all over you.” Draco swiped some batter off your cheek.

While the icing that held together your gingerbread Hogwarts was setting, you and Draco sat on the counter and sipped on hot chocolate. He set down his drink.

“This wasn’t exactly how I imagined our first Christmas together.”

You gave him a side-eye. “You’ve imagined our first Christmas?”

“I’ve imagined a lot,” he said as he jumped down from the counter.

Draco stood in between your legs. His hands rubbed your thighs before he moved to hold your waist.  

“What all have you imagined?” you asked.

“Our first Christmas, buying a house together, our wedding.”

“How about we graduate first, Malfoy?”

“We’re back to last names?” He chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you, too… the gingerbread is set.”

“Should we show McGonagall before we destroy it?”

You nodded. “Hurry up though, I’m starving.”

“Starving?” he asked as he floated the castle grounds out the kitchen door and towards the Headmaster’s office.

“We’ve been baking all day, I’m absolutely famished. Was this a good Christmas?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

[sunnydayroleplay]

Could I get some period comfort by Jack? I’m in so much pain right now..🥲

I'm so sorry about that, of course you can! Jack's here and he's here forever long as he can be. (Also, apologies in advance, I'm a guy and I'm not the best to ask about period 'symptoms' and whatnot, but I have 2 sisters and lots of female friends, so let's make it work!) This fic includes: Jack being Jack, Cuddle time, Praise/Compliments, being treated like no one else in the world, Use Of 'Sunshine, Sunbeam, Sunspot' You're in bed, clenching your stomach. You plug in your heating pad from beside you, and wait for the damn thing to heat up as your hands ball up into fists. You rolled around in your sheets, you felt clammy, you were anxious when there was no reason to be, it just wasn't going to be a nice week, was it? As you lay in bed, Jack gently knocked on the door. Letting out a groan you tell him to come in. The door creaked open as he cautiously walked in. -"Good morning, sunspot! A-Are you feeling okay..now?" Earlier, you didn't feel like talking and politely told him to leave. You shook your head, curling yourself further into a ball. You held your knees close to your chest, then immediately put them down. Jack walked over to your bed and sat down beside you, extending his hand gently. You took his hand and pulled it close to your heart. Just in general, you hugged his arm. Though he was taken aback slightly, he didn't fight against your pull. Instead he leaned in closer to kiss your forehead. He pulled himself back to as far as you would allow him, and he rubbed your shoulder up and down. -"Do you need anything? I can make you some tea, or something to eat..?" -"Hnnng..yeah..tea sounds nice.." Jack smiled and gave you another kiss. You loosened your hold on him and he slithered away into the kitchen for a good 20 minutes, coming back with some nice hot tea. You told him to place it down on your bed-side table, and so he did. You gestured him to come lay down next to you by patting down on the bed. You scooted farther away so you could make room for him. He laid himself down, and you plopped down into his chest. You could hear his muffled giggle and you couldn't help but smile ever-so slightly. His heartbeat like a white-noise, his arms wrapping around you as he began to caress your back and massage your neck. -"Jack? Do you love me?" -"Of course I do, sunbeam. Why would you think otherwise?"

-"I don't feel good, Jack, I...mmmpf..I hurt."

-"I know you do, I wish I could take away all that hurt, I would do anything to make sure you never hurt again." You began to close your eyes and hold on tighter to him, like a child holding a balloon outside in a park, trying not to let go for it to fly away into the air. -"I love you so much, sunshine. And I'll love you forever and always." -"I love you too, ehe, forever and always." -"Rest now, I'm not going anywhere..unless you want me too. Then I'll just be right outside the door~" And like that, the white noise beating within his chest, the sweet tone his voice exumes, his careful touch was sure enough to ease your pain--even if not by much--and lull you into a restful slumber.

[aztecbrujeria]

Days Off and Rain Drops: Kirishima x F!Latinx Reader

*Thank you to @sendhelpimstupid for my commissioned piece of self indulgent Naraka OC x Kirishima on his day off enjoying company, I love this sooo much!! Find their commission post here.

NSFW/SFW TW/CW: Domestic fluff, Hints at some intimate time or making more kiddos...

Word count: 1.0k

*I love this maaaannnnn!!! and wanted to write a domestic piece as my friends really inspired me to keep trying the soft stuff.

It’s finally his day off when you wake up to the sound of rain hitting the panes of the window and roof above. Sitting up carefully you turned to see the mountain of a man snoring lightly beside you with one arm behind his head and the other on his chest. He looked like the sunspot boy that he used to be in highschool, he was now in his late thirties and tufts of grey mixed in with his fiery red hair and scars told stories of his victories, you smiled at this sleeping man and reached to squeeze his hand before you slipped out of bed. You walked to your kitchen in your undies and off the shoulder cropped MCR band Tee.

Once in the kitchen you rubbed the sleep away while you set up the coffee machine and turned it on to let the smell of pressed coffee fill the air. You began to hum to yourself as you rummaged through the fridge and pulled out some fruits and eggs. Once you got the fruit in the bowls you turned toward the pantry to grab Eijiro’s protein and Oats. You made him breakfast and grabbed your favorite mugs. When you got the tray ready you walked to the bedroom, you stopped at the door frame and felt your heart hitch at the serene scene before you, you chuckled to yourself as you saw him cuddling your large red dragon plushie that you never slept without. You walked toward the bed and set the tray on the nightstand and moved to his sleeping form.

Brushing the few strands of hair away from his face you cuddled up to him and took your finger to trace the bridge of his nose, “Eijiro, querido, wake up love. I have your breakfast and some hot coffee baby.” He smiled and cuddled the plushie harder, “Baabe...just five more minutes.” You giggled and placed a kiss upon his forehead, “Listen, Linda, if you don’t wake up and eat your hot breakfast you’re gonna have an upset Latina on your hands.” You watched his eyes pop open, vermillion hues looked up at you, and his smile lit up like 1,000 suns making your own smile spread like halloween came early. “Oh? Am I going to have an angry gem on my hands, hmmm?” He was so fast as he turned to pull you into his broad chest and pulled you down to bed. You squealed and giggled before you both stilled like you were waiting for something. When you both were satisfied with the coast clear he lay there brushing your hair from your face.

“Buenas Días mi cariño…” soft lips found yours and you let out a content sigh into him and reached up to cup his cheek. He broke the kiss to place warm, sensual, open mouth kisses along your jaw to the tops of your ample breasts, “No, no, no, giggling, let’s eat our breakfast and relax and drink our coffee. He moaned into you and squeezed your waist tighter, “Are you sure?” He continued to languidly kiss your skin, this time leaving a bruising mark upon your collarbone. “Ei! We only have this peace and quiet before our rock slide wakes up.” He chuckled, “Okay, okay, but I love when we get to just snuggle in bed on my days off.” You could feel him pouting against you and you smiled, “Well, you should have thought of that before you knocked me up five times.” Smirking and his eyes growing hungry, “You know, we can always add more.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Sir, you must have gotten your head hit by that villain a little too hard.” You pushed at his chest and he laughed letting you sit up.

You ate your breakfast together catching up quietly, talking about his job and working with Katsuki, Todoroki, and Midoryia; you watched his eyes light up whenever he talked about saving people. Finally finished with your breakfast he sat back against the headboard and grabbed the hot cups of coffee and opened his arms and legs for you to sit against him. Snuggling in he handed you your mug and he wrapped his arm around you bringing you closer to him. You relaxed and took a sip while he continued to talk about his work. You smelled his scent of cinnamon and citrus, reminding you of the encroaching halloween season, you didn’t notice when he stopped talking as his deep voice lulled you into a comfortable trance. “Gem? Did you hear me?” You snapped out of your thoughts and looked up to his twinkling eyes, “Hmmm? Oh, I’m sorry, what were you-...” You trailed off when you both looked towards the bedroom door as it creaked open.

“Mamá...Papá…” There in the doorway your rock slide started to filter in the the youngest of twins holding hands running towards the bed, thick unruly black curls headed towards the bed, Kiri’s booming voice greeted his kids and began to chuckle when they squealed with glee climbing up the bed. Your heart was full watching him kiss his kids and them hanging onto his broad shoulders while they began to ask him a ton of questions a mile a minute. You felt complete seeing the loving picture of him adoring his snuggles and loved that your kids all took after him, even if you were blessed with five rowdy boys that were going to be mountains someday too. “Papa, did you beat the bad guys?...When’s tío Baku coming?...” You counted to three and the rest of the kiddos finally came in, still rubbing the sleep out of their eyes, the oldest two came in and just fell asleep at the end of the bed while the other two also bombarded you for early morning cuddles and sneaking sips of coffee from their dad. “This is why they are Duracells like their Uncle Denki.” Kiri smiled down at you, placing a loving kiss upon your forehead, “Te amo mucho, mi corazón.”

[whitewolfmoving]

Boston Burning Part One

Pressure

Summary: After the ceiling caves in leaving Nika Stan trapped and injured on an emergency call, she's ordered to take mandatory sick leave until her injuries heal. She can think of no better place to rest and recuperate than in Boston with her (and her brother's) best friend.

Warnings: very minor description of injuries

Word Count: 1459

A/N: Here's chapter one of part one of my two-part crossover series! For a setup chapter, I personally think it sucks a bit. But I hope you like it. This story was born of my love for firefighters, my need for d/Deaf representation, and dreams no one needs to know about but that I told one of my best friends of anyway (hehe). Happy reading!

New York born and raised, Nika Stan had always been her big brother's little shadow.

When 13-year-old Sebastian loudly declared one warm evening at the dinner table that he was going to grow up and be a firefighter like the one he'd seen on the way to school, a chubby-cheeked 4-year-old Nika proudly echoed, "Me, too!" And when her big brother leaned over with his dark ocean blue eyes to kiss her forehead and whispered gently in her ear, "Of course, you will, my little Sunspot!" Nika knew then that she was born for greatness.

For Nika, that greatness took the form of many things throughout her life; from saving kittens stuck in trees and helping her neighbor Mrs. Jenkins across the street after school, to following in her brother's footsteps all the way to the National Fire Academy. Sebastian always taught Nika that she could do and be anything she put her mind to, he was her number one fan and biggest supporter. Whenever she needed a little extra encouragement, he was right there to give it to her. Likewise, Nika did the same for him.

The call that changed their lives came just after 2 AM.

Sebastian was out of bed, dressed, in the car, and walking through the doors of Brooklyn General within the hour. It was late, the emergency room was empty save for the Squad, Engine, and Truck members huddled in the far corner of the waiting area. Before he could make his way to the reception desk to inquire about his sister's whereabouts, the Squad Lieutenant intercepted him.

"Hey, man. They're treating her now and Brooklyn PD is taking her statement. Chief's with her, but she's been asking for you. Straight back, first room on the left."

"Thanks. All of you, for being here. I'll update you when I know more."

The whitewashed walls of Brooklyn General were never Sebastian's thing; he belonged on the outside, keeping people from having to enter its doors. Now, though, he carefully wandered its hallways looking and listening for the one person he never wanted to see taking up residence in the massive building — Nika. The Chief had assured him that her injuries were minor but he wouldn't believe it until he could see her with his own eyes. He continued down the hall to the first door on his left, and knocked before heading in.

To Sebastian's surprise — and the credit of the doctors on call late that night — Nika didn't look too worse for wear. He breathed a sigh of relief and acknowledged Chief Jackson briefly, before he settled in the chair at Nika's bedside.

"Frate mai mare," she greeted softly. She looked up at him with glazed honey-colored eyes, no doubt a result of the mild sedative they'd given her to help with the pain. White gauze poked out from under the right shoulder of the clean hospital gown she wore, her wrist had been placed in a hard cast and propped up on a pillow in her lap. She looked so tiny beneath the blankets.

"Sora mai mică," Sebastian answered in kind. He gently pushed a hand through Nika's hair. watching closely as her eyes fluttered shut at the comforting contact. Once he was certain she'd fallen asleep, he turned to address the other men in the room. "Did she say what happened?"

"She was clearing the top floor, called out and received no response. When she turned to leave, the owner ambushed her from the next room. The ceiling came down on top of them," Chief Jackson told Sebastian calmly. "The only thing she remembers after that is waking up here."

Dr. Fuller handed Sebastian a copy of Nika's x-ray. He hated this part, they all did. Everyone loved the younger Stan sibling as much as Sebastian did, seeing her in any sort of discomfort put them all on edge. "She's got a broken radius and second degree burns on her shoulder and across part of her chest. We'll keep her overnight for observation, just as a precaution. She can go home tomorrow afternoon but it's in her best interest to keep her off duty until her wounds heal."

Sebastian chuckled. "She's not going to like that. Thanks, Doc, I appreciate it."

"Unfortunately, the owner of the house fled the scene before we got there. But from what Nika and a few of the guys were able to give us, we have enough for a rough sketch. I'll keep you updated when we have more information, Seb. We'll find out who did this." Detective Brighton firmly clapped Sebastian on the shoulder before following the doctor and chief from the room, leaving the siblings alone.

Nika slept soundly for three days which the doctors assured Sebastian was normal for the small amount of trauma her body had endured. On the fourth day, he was growing increasingly concerned for his sister's well-being. As he weighed the pros and cons of waiting it out against going to ask Dr. Fuller to recheck Nika's vitals, Sebastian paced back and forth at the foot of her bed.

"Bas, you're going to wear a hole in the floor," Nika said. Her voice sounded rough and scratchy from sleep, but at least she was talking.

Sebastian sighed, relieved. His fingers curled around the two small devices in his right jacket pocket, she wouldn't be able to hear him without them but maybe that was for the best right now. He withdrew his hands from the comfort of his jacket pockets, stood at the foot of Nika's hospital bed and braced himself for the flood of emotion and attitude that would soon pour from his sister like rolling thunder.

"Hey, Sunspot. Glad to see you're awake," Sebastian moved his hands with such a calm fluidity when he signed. He'd learned for Nika when no one else would, it often made moments like this a lot easier for them. "How do you feel?"

"My chest is sore, but it's not too bad. Ready to get the hell out of here, honestly. Hospitals wig me out."

"You're good to go today, but you're out of work until your wrist and burns heal."

Nika rolled her eyes and scoffed indignantly at her brother's instruction. Not working wasn't something she knew how to do, firefighting was in her veins. She sighed.

Sebastian chuckled. "Look, Nik, I know you don't want to hear this. But you need to take some time off, to rest, to heal. Do it for me. Please?" He knew he had her with those last five words; Nika would do anything for her brother.

Two days later, Nika stepped off the plane at Boston Logan International Airport.

She walked through the gate with the crowd, happy to be in a place where her brother wasn't for the time being. She loved Sebastian, loved that he wanted to protect her, but his concern lately had been stifling. Nika needed a break, needed a change of scene. As soon as they'd left the hospital, she called Chris and told him what happened. Without a second thought, he told her to come to Boston, said he'd be there when she landed.

She waded through the sea of people heading for baggage claim, keeping an eye out for Chris's tall frame. She was tired, sore, and just wanted to be somewhere she could relax without thinking of the accident for a while. She needed to take her medication, the dressing on her shoulder and chest needed to be changed, and she desperately needed a drink.

"C'mon, Evans. Where the hell are you?" Nika was just about to break down and call him, when she felt a strong hand wrap around her waist from behind.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to stand around by yourself in an airport?" Chris's smooth Boston accent said in her left ear. He had her backpack slung over his shoulder and her rolling suitcase in his hand. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he smiled down at her. "Ready to go?"

She nodded, signed back, "Ready for the pressure to stop. Thanks for letting me stay with you for a few weeks."

Chris grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, then kissed the top of her head. His voice met her ear once again. "Ah, Nik. What are best friends for, huh?"

Nika hummed. She missed her brother, but she knew she'd be safe with Chris, too. Being out of the game wasn't going to be easy for the youngest Stan sibling, she was used to the fast pace of firefighting; she counted on it as much as she counted on her brother to have her back. Without it, Nika wasn't sure who she was or who she could be.

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[nellfawley]

when: 4th, 13th, 25th of July 1980 where: Wilmington, NC who:  Nell Fawley + new friends

4 July

“Holy shit, diving board girl, that flop was off the hook!”

Sunspots danced in Nell’s eyes as she slowly blinked them open, wincing at the bright light and the North Carolina heat wave as she came to again.

“Howie, c’mon, out of the way,” demanded a raspy voiced lifeguard, waving off the fast talking boy. The girl came into view, a thick ponytail layered over her shoulders as she hovered above Nell’s frame. “Are you okay? You look like you’re fine.”

The boy called Howie snapped two fingers in front of Nell’s face, while a deep frown etched her face. “Um, my eyes are open.” The woman in the lifeguard’s suit pushed Howie over, both of them laughing the entire time. “I’m okay,” Nell offered weakly, pushing herself up on her elbows.

“Great,” the girl called over her shoulder, wrestling Howie back to the ground, “but you owe me one. I didn’t want to get my hair wet before tonight’s party.” There was a teasing nature in the way she spoke to Nell. She was harmless, Nell decided as the pair stopped rough housing. Howie went as far as offering Nell both of his hands, pulling the blonde right to her feet in a swift move. 

He asked, “What’s your name? M’Howie, this here’s Janey.”

“Janelle,” she interjected, “but now everyone calls me Janey because of this oaf. Hi.”

Nell’s brow shot up for a second, “Nice, I’ve never met another Janelle. I’m Nell, short for, well…” Her laughter trailed off, rather awkwardly. The girl was harmless, but she was also tall and exuded this level of confidence Nell didn’t know existed. This Janelle was cool. She was cool as hell. “Nice to meet you, Janelle, or Janey...?”

“Janey’s fine,” she assured, while Howie threw an arm around her shoulders and Nell’s. He looked at his friend expectantly and soon after, Janey was saying, “and you should come to the party tonight. We do fireworks, hotdogs, aaaand… I happen to have the keys to the pool. We’ll be the only ones around. That’s if you feel like coming back here after that one-of-a-kind dive.”

13 July 

“Life’s a lot like chess,” Janey commented quietly, eyes following the passive movements of the blonde across from her. “Be calculated, but don’t always be hesitant.” A smirk crossed her lips as she moved her bishop and got Nell into a compromising position. “Checkmate.”

Nell bit back a sigh, having been getting caught all afternoon long. Janey had taken it upon herself to finally teach the tourist the ins and outs of the famous board game. Nell moved her king out of the way of capture, and quickly.

This only left her queen wide open for the taking and Janey did just that, “You have to choose your moments to be aggressive, Nellie.” That nickname had stuck the second it was spoken into existence. Howie insisted she go by it, claiming she’d fit into the group better because there was Janey, Howie, and his boyfriend Kasey. “You had so many moments that match and waited until the last possible second to make a last-ditch effort.” Janey hummed, putting a finger to her chin, “Hmm, like I said, real life-like.”

“What’s your point?” Nellie raised a glass of sweet tea to her lips, the ice clinking around being the only escape from the heat of Janey’s family’s wrap-around porch.

“I’m just saying, this sounds a lot like the Auror Academy. Are you going to act now, or wait until it’s too late and get yourself stuck into a situation you don’t want to be in?”

Annoyingly beautiful and annoyingly smart, Nell was glad to call Janey her friend.

25 July

“Cherry and blueberry? You’re a genius, Nellie!” Howie clapped a hand on her shoulder, handing back her shaved ice cone he’d just taken a massive bite out of.

She didn’t seem to mind one bit, grin wide enough that her dimples were on display for all to see, “These are the best things ever invented. I’d move to Wilmington for them alone.”

Janey shook her head with a laugh, spooning her orange and pineapple flavored icee into her mouth, “I’m going to blow your mind. You can get these about anywhere in America, but I’m also particular to this town.”

Howie addressed the elephant in the room, or on the sidewalk in this case, “Ya stayin’ or not? I’m renting a cabin for Kase’s birthday next month and I’m tryin’ to get the head count.”

There was no such thing as tact when it came to Howie, but that’s what made Nell appreciate the ridiculously tall twenty year old all the more. He always said what was on his mind and they all should have been taking a page out of his book. Nell was just very used to keeping her hand of cards to herself, but sometimes you needed to accept and fold.

“I suppose the dust has settled enough now that--”

“That what?” Howie interrupted, earning a pinch from Janey.

“Let her finish, idiot,” though even Nell could see in Janey’s eye, she was just as eager to hear what Nell was going to say.

“Um, I finally rescinded the offer from the Academy. I wanted to talk to my mum before I told everyone, and she supported everything. I never doubted that she would for a second, I just -- doubted myself. To answer your question, count me for the cabin. I’m staying another month. Can we try fishing?”

“Really? Hey, no more that! No more doubt.” Janey knocked her knuckles to Nell’s chin fondly. “Nice job, Nellie.” 

Howie always took it upon himself to take it a step further, gathering the bunch into a messy and sweaty hug underneath the beating Carolina sun. A whoop was let out, but it wasn’t obnoxious in the slightest. She felt loved to have friends who were proud of her for not going through with something she no longer wanted. The support was unreal.

She laughed from the middle of the huddle, “I’ve never really celebrated a failure like this.”

Kasey happened to be the quietest one of the bunch, but even he perked up, cheered, and joined in on the group hug, “Have you ever heard of pushing yourself until failure? You do your best, you fail, you try again, you go further. Always celebrate your failures.”

“Hell yeah, to failure!” Howie toasted his crew, arm around his boyfriend while the two girls exchanged smiles.

Nell could die happy here, but that did not matter in comparison to the fact that she could live here. She could live in this moment forever. She’d finally shied away from the usual aloofness she most often presented. Though she was riddled with empathy, she’d always kept to herself, kept her head down, and worked, worked, worked. Those things would pay off, but not nearly as much as having friends would. She took note of the scent in the afternoon’s air, the blended color of her snowcone, and even the silky feel of her best friend’s halter top. Life was good.

[yanderelovlies]

Can you make a fanfic about sunny day jack and a suicidal s/o?

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS HAS THEMES OF UNALIVING, AND SELF HARM. IF THIS UNCOMFORTABLE FOR YOU, PLEASE TURN AWAY NOW. BE SAFE. YOU ARE WANTED AND LOVED.

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I hope you're okay, Anon. If you need anything else be don't hesitate to reach love.

The room was dark, but it was silent as your soft sniffles and hiccups echoed off the walls. You weren't sure when it happened, but your mental health fell drastically. You had tried your best to hide it from those closes to you, and it had worked but it was draing on you and only adding to your already weak mental state.

It had gotten to the point where you relapsed and began self harming again. It wasn't your proudest moment, but you've bottled it up for so long that you weren't sure how to handle it anymore. You curled into yourself, not caring about the blood seeping through your clothes.

You felt like this was the end of line for you. You couldn't go on. Not like this. You uncurled yourself and looked over to the bathroom where you knew the pills were at. However right when that thought crossed your mind a knock came from your door.

"Sunshine? Can I come in.....please?"

You had nearly forgotten that Jack was still out there....waiting for you. He was just a ghost thought, right? Does he really count? You looked back over to the bathroom, but it was once again interrupted however this time it was the door opening.

Jack could risk you being alone for long. Even if you get mad at him. He needed to be there for you. When he walked into the dark room, the first thing that caught his attention was the blood on your clothes. When he looked down, the soft pale gleam of a blade reflecting on the moon rays coming from the widow was what caught his attention next.

He did t need to see the wounds to piece together what happened. He quietly made his way to you and quietly took your arms into his hands to inspect the damage. "Oh sunspot......I'm so sorry."

He quickly got up and went to the bathroom you've been eyeing to get things to clean your wounds. When he came back he wasted no time cleaning and bandaging your arms. "I'm sorry you've felt along for this long.........I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner...."

"I didn't want you to know Jack....."

He looked up at you worry etched on his face while unshed tears sit at the corner of his eyes. "Why?"

His voice was a whisper, but it impacted you deeply. "I didn't want you to see me like this....I wanted to go with you seeing the best of me.....or at least what I hoped was my best." You couldn't keep eye contact with him it didn't feel right.

You could feel his grip tighten around your arm. "What do you mean go y/n"

At the call of your name,you looked back at his this time he looked more devastated than before. You could feel yourself crumble. We're you really going to tell him? We're going to risk him seeing all the ugly parts you try to hide for what? So he would stop looking at you like that?

"Please y/n....I wanna help you. I don't want you to suffer alone anymore......please let me in.....let me help.....I don't want to lose you."

You could feel the tears pour like rain at his words. "I can't do this anymore, Jack.....I don't want to be here anymore..."

Jack's tears began to fall as he pulled you in for a hug, careful of your arms. Sobs from the two of you echoed through the room.

"I'm going to help you....we are gonna find you the help you need.....It's going to be okay....I won't abandon you.....so please don't leave me."

Those pleas and promises only made the tears come down harder. You hoped he was right....there wasn't much more you could take.