#lmao fell asleep before i could update here

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Belated FoF novel translation update: Prologue Part 2 has been uploaded on my wordpress!

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[4] Liam and James Make You A Birthday Gift

Summary: Inspired by his birthday party at school, Liam goes to James for help with your birthday present.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam). Sorta weirdly angsty? Idk how that happened. Vague mention of parental death, grieving.

A/N (27/6/24): Guys just don't believe me when I say I'll update regularly lmao it's never gonna happen. Tried to upload this last night but I literally fell asleep lmao so this is semi edited

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Look.

We all know that James is the best kindergarten teacher at his school.

His students’ test scores always improve through the year

Their standardized test results are exactly where they should be for the grade level, if not higher

And the kids themselves love him

But in order to keep his kids happy and engaged and eager to learn, he sometimes has to … shall we say bend the rules …

Just a teensy weensy bit

A little bit

A tiiiiiiny bit

At the beginning of the year, James told the class that if they were well-behaved by the time that each of their birthdays came around, he would throw a small birthday party for each of them

And let me tell you

The kids were thrilled

James quickly set a few ground rules for the kids (because the admin at his school is stupid and ScHOoL pArTiEs cAnT bE hELd wiThOUt adMiNiStrATivE pErMiSSiOn so he had to be kinda careful)

NUMBER ONE (more for him than them)

James checked each of his students’ allergy records in the school database to figure out what treats he could bring to school 

You know, without sending anyone into anaphylactic shock and probably getting sued in the process

and NUMBER TWO

Everyone must thank Mr. Black at the front desk on the day of each party

(Sirius would help James smuggle treats into his room for these parties, so James figured it’d be nice to have them say thank you)

Honestly, James enjoyed these parties just as much as the kids

Even the planning part was fun for him

About a week before a kid’s birthday, he’d ask them what treat they wanted for their party

Some kids *cough* draco *cough* want a bunch of super-sugary Halloween-type candy

(James gets them reduced sugar and sugar-free knock-off brands for Draco's birthday because he doesn’t think he can handle nineteen sugar-high kids all at once)

Others want to have a pizza party or order from a nearby restaurant

Sweet little Dean just wanted Fig Newtons lmaooo

(James bought an extra pack for her to take home)

But each and every time, no matter what they want, James makes it happen

Liam’s birthday is on January 2nd, which is over winter break

Which is a shame because James was really excited to celebrate it on the day of

Usually with kids who have birthdays in the summer, he celebrates their half-birthday

But that won’t work for Liam obviously bc his half-birthday is in the summer

So James just decides to celebrate Liam’s birthday when they get back from winter break

Before winter break, however, James asks Liam what treat he wants for his party

And Liam

Sweet summer child

Liam says he’d really like some home-made oatmeal raisin cookies

Like

What.

What the fuck kind of answer is that??

For a sIX YEAR OLD

WHAT.

This fucking child is somehow like ninety years old and six at the same fucking time

James’ utter bafflement must have been visible on his face because Liam explains himself pretty quick

And James’ heart breaks when Liam tells him that his grandma died when he was really young but his mom tells him all the time that her mom’s oatmeal raisin cookies were the best thing ever

Apparently every time you try to recreate them for Liam, some disaster happens and you’re unable to finish 

(i.e. you’re called into work and have to take the cookies out of the oven half-baked so the house doesn’t burn down, you and Liam take a nap while the cookies are baking and almost actually burn the house down, Liam accidentally gave you the salt rather than the sugar, etc.)

And Liam just really wants to try good oatmeal raisin cookies

He’s had them from a box from the grocery store before, and they���re not bad (it kinda surprises James that he liked them at all, but then he remembers who exactly he’s talking to lol), but Liam wants to try some good home-made oatmeal raisin cookies

And maybe bring one home for his mom

And FURTHERMORE, Liam is plenty aware that no child in a million years besides him actually enjoys oatmeal raisin cookies

So he asks for chocolate chip for the rest of the class so they get something they’ll actually enjoy

James is just kinda speechless at first

Like you can hear him just blinking down at this sweet, kind, selfless little six-year-old

And slowly he nods, and the bell rings to signify the end of the day (and semester since it’s the last day of school before winter break)

Poor James is practically catatonic as he gets his kids on their busses and in cars home, then packs his own things and finally makes his way to the library to get Remus and Sirius

And they both know something’s up immediately

After some gentle prodding (and Sirius outright refusing to leave the school library until James tells them what was wrong), James tells them what happened

(Remus and Sirius aren’t quite sure what the big deal is until James explains further)

James’ parents died during his second year at university, and he was horribly torn up about it for years after

Still is, sometimes

He was always terribly close with his parents, and they would always do anything—anything—for their James

(Including practically adopt Sirius during high school)

And now, thinking about Liam’s grandmother dying when he was young, all James could think about was you

James couldn’t imagine you’re any older than him, and he’s twenty-four, which means you had Liam young

And if Liam’s grandmother—your mother—had died when Liam was young, that meant you were left to take care of a baby all on your own at—what, twenty years old? Nineteen? All while going to university to become a nurse, and then actually becoming a nurse after that, long shifts and heavy workloads and all

The thought made James’ heart ache terribly in his chest

That night, James spends nearly two hours searching for different oatmeal raisin cookie recipes

He plans to do trials 

A competition of sorts with Sirius and Remus serving as judges

Because James is DETERMINED to bake the best homemade oatmeal raisin cookie Liam will ever have

(He’s sort of nervous for you to eat one, but he figures even if it isn’t as good as your mother’s, it hopefully won’t be awful)

James, Sirius, and Remus’ holiday celebrations only really extend to sleeping over on Christmas Eve at Remus’ mother’s house, which is only a couple blocks away

So James spends every day of winter break baking a new cookie recipe and shoving cookies down Remus’ and Sirius’ throats

But by the beginning of second semester, James has crafted the perfect oatmeal raisin cookie recipe

(It was rather simple, actually, and the “secret ingredient” was more of a secret process than anything; James used only brown sugar rather than a mix of brown and granulated, added some cinnamon, and put the balls of dough in the freezer for twenty minutes before baking so they would be nice and chewy)

James decides to hold Liam’s party at the end of the first week back at school

(Just to make sure the kids know they’ve got to go back to learning)

And Liam’s party goes swimmingly!! (ofc)

James brought chocolate chips, as promised

But he was terribly proud of his oatmeal raisin cookies, so he brought enough for the whole class as well

And holy shit

James never thought it could be done

But EVERY SINGLE KID in that classroom was eating oatmeal raisin cookies like there was no tomorrow

Like

James tried to make sure there was a cookie left at the end for Liam to take home to you

But he couldn’t keep them out of these kids’ grubby little paws and they ended up eating them all :(((((((((

James is really sad when he notices

He hadn’t quite realized just how much he wanted you to try his cookies but now he’s really disappointed

And poor Liam :((((((

Poor baby Liam is also pretty put out by it, James can tell

James apologizes to Liam about it

Liam says it’s fine, but James sees right through it

He gives Liam a big hug at the end of the day as well as another apology

(And a lollipop, but secretly so the other kids don’t ask for one too)

A month passes, and everything’s pretty normal

Until one weekend in early February, James hears knocking on his apartment door

He’d been grading, and Remus and Sirius were over to hang about and chat

James wasn’t expecting anyone else to arrive so he’s pretty confused

But he answers anyway

(Let's be honest here people, James would be the first to be killed in a horror movie)

Thankfully Jason doesn’t murder James on his doorstep

Instead (and very surprisingly) it’s Liam who’s standing anxiously at James’ front door

Immediately, James thinks the worst

Did something happen to Liam? Are you home? Did something happen to you?

James is immediately crouched in front of Liam, eye level, asking him what he needs

And Liam anxiously stutters out that he needs help

With what? you may ask

Well, my dear reader

Liam needs help making homemade oatmeal raisin cookies

For his mom

For her birthday

LIAM ISTG—ASDKFJHLWN

YOUR SON IS SUCH A SWEETHEART

AND JAMES CANNOT GET OVER IT

(He’s also super relieved bc he was real scared for a second that something terrible had happened)

So Liam and James and Remus and Sirius (who Liam knows as Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black from school) all get to work making homemade oatmeal raisin cookies for you for your birthday

Liam explains that you’re working a twelve-hour shift and a couple hours of overtime on top of that, so you set him up with Ms. Hope (Remus’ mom, who watches him often)

Apparently Liam asked her if he could go to James’ apartment to ask if he could bake oatmeal raisin cookies for his mom, and Ms. Hope said yes

(Remus quickly calls his mother to reassure her that Liam arrived safe and sound and is currently baking with them, just so she doesn’t worry herself)

Liam also informs James, Remus, and Sirius that he’s supposed to be staying at Ms. Hope’s house until tomorrow morning, when you’ll pick him up

Ms. Hope insisted that you leave Liam with her and not worry about him, if just for the night

The four boys have a blast for the next three hours or so, baking far too many batches of cookies and then finding a nice gift bag to put them in

James also gets some stray craft supplies (he keeps it around in case he runs out at school) and everyone makes their own birthday cards for you

Harry goes back to Ms. Hope’s just in time for dinner, which James, Sirius, and Remus join them for, much to Ms. Hope’s excitement

The evening is just terribly fun for all of them

Fast forward to the next day and you’re rushing to look semi-presentable to go get Liam from Ms. Hope’s house

The doorbell rings, and you’re cursing internally because you’re already fifteen minutes late

You got home so late at night that it was actually early in the morning, and you’d overslept

And now there’s another thing to deal with at the door

James’ eyebrows raise slightly at the force with which you wrench open the door, and he’s a little concerned that you’ll be displeased at what he’s done

But you realize who it is (Liam) and who he’s with (James) and all the tension in your shoulders melts back

Liam is immediately all over you, wishing you a happy birthday with a big hug and a wet kiss to your cheek and resting his head on your shoulder when you pick him up

You’re completely thrilled to see him

(If immensely confused about why your son's teacher is also on your doorstep with a rather large gift bag)

James smiles sheepishly, but he’s reassured by your smile as you say good morning

So he explains the whoooooole story with you pitching in here and there

Until finally he gets to the fact that he and Liam (and Remus and Sirius ofc) have made you oatmeal raisin cookies

At this point, James is pretty certain that you can’t do much to endear him further to you

But you’ve got the most lovely way of proving him wrong when he begins to think like that because the way your eyes light up at the mention of oatmeal raisin cookies makes James want to keep repeating the words over and over so the look never fades from your face

He hands over the gift bag (with another small explanation about the two extra cards and who exactly Sirius and Remus are), wishes you a happy birthday, and politely excuses himself

As much as James loves to be around you and Liam, he knows his place

At the end of the day, he’s still Liam’s kindergarten teacher, and Liam is still your son

So he leaves you and Liam to celebrate your birthday between the two of you

When he gets back to his flat and locks the door behind him, James feels a strange sort of ache settle over his shoulders and seep deep into the cavity of his chest. He swallows around the strange feeling in his throat and takes a deep breath. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. 

Next Part: James Takes Liam to School

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School Stories: Crush

Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character Pre-Relationship, Bickering, Teenage crush, Obliviousness 2372 words Also posted on AO3 Summary: Suguru comes to the conclusion that Satoru might have developed a little crush on a certain someone...

Honestly, I had the first part of this written for soooo long but I just hadn't been able to finish writing it for some reason (ʃᵕ̩̩ ᵕ̩̩) I did end up sort of finishing it now, though it's shorter than I had initially planned, but alas. Should still be fun! Hopefully!

(Also, you may notice in this story that I mention a little something about how Gojo and Geto met that is actually all my own personal headcanon lmao. I don't think there's anything in the manga that necessarily contradicts this, but let me know otherwise! Basically, my headcanon is that they actually met a couple of years pre-Jujutsu Tech by running into each other, and Gojo immediately saw Geto's potential with his Six Eyes and started bugging him about it. So Gojo was the one who recruited Geto to become a sorcerer, and they eventually started spending a lot of time together and became friends, then ended up joining Jujutsu Tech together.

...idk I just like the idea that they knew each other for longer before everything went to shit, it hurts more lol)

Anyway, enjoy this silly little fic!

2006

It all started when Suguru came back to school from this one spring break.

...Well, okay, maybe it didn’t exactly start right then, but it sure got him noticing it more.

There were still a couple of days left in spring break before the new school year started, but Suguru had already come back to the school after spending time with his family. And as much as being with his family was nice and all... he was just really glad to be back in Jujutsu Tech.

So his first order of the day was to find Satoru so they could catch up—but the problem was that Satoru wasn’t at the dorms, and Suguru couldn’t sense him anywhere on school grounds. Well, Suguru had actually come back a little earlier this time around, and he hadn’t really let Satoru know in advance, so he simply pulled out his phone to text his white-haired friend and see what he was up to.

Suguru: I just got back Suguru: where u at

Suguru started making himself comfortable in his room, waiting for a reply. A couple of minutes later, his phone pinged with a text message.

Satoru: out

Suguru snorted—well, no shit. Satoru had too much energy to stay cooped up for long, so Suguru regularly received updates from his friend’s random outings—‘Suguru, I just bought new glasses,’ or ‘Suguru, they’ve got new Digimon figurines for sale,’ or ‘Suguru, I just got a girl’s number, and she has a friend!!’

...But, most often these days, Satoru’s messages seemed to revolve around one subject in particular.

‘Suguru, Wakatsuki and I went shopping, I got you a hat,’ he would text. Or ‘Suguru, Wakatsuki won’t let me pick out her karaoke songs,’ or ‘Suguru, Wakatsuki just fell asleep in my room watching a movie what do I do??’

If Satoru and Wakatsuki had unexpectedly spent a lot of time together last summer, it seemed that they were intent on doing the exact same thing whenever school went on break. And judging by how long Satoru had taken to answer his latest message, Suguru guessed the other boy was pretty busy right now.

Suguru: you out on a date

There was a pause before the next message came along.

Satoru: I’m with Wakatsuki

Suguru snorted.

Suguru: on a date

The next reply came hilariously quickly.

Satoru: no

Suguru snickered to himself.

Suguru: if you say so

Honestly, how had they even gotten here in the first place?

Last summer, Suguru had gone back home fully expecting Satoru to do the same—that the other boy would be heading back to the Gojo Estate during break. But then a few days after he’d arrived at his parents’ house, Suguru had discovered that Satoru had not, in fact, left school at all. After some prodding, the white-haired teenager had claimed he would much rather stay there than be forced to handle his family’s nagging face-to-face again, and had even rejected the idea to come stay with Suguru instead.

And that had worried Suguru a bit. Satoru, left all by himself at the school with no one around to rein him in?

A recipe for disaster.

Even worse was when he’d found out that Wakatsuki had also not left the school for some reason, and considering how she and Satoru had constantly been at each other’s throats during the first half of the school year...

A recipe for an even worse disaster.

Suguru had tried to assuage his fears by telling himself that Yaga would still be around, and that their sensei had actually developed a knack for keeping those two from throttling each other. But still, Suguru kept offering Satoru to join him during that summer, which Satoru continued to refuse; in the few times Suguru had brought his white-haired friend to meet his parents... it hadn’t turned out very well. Satoru was too different, too alien to get along with Suguru’s very normal parents, the small town they lived in too tiny and boring to hold Gojo Satoru for long.

So Satoru had stayed at the school all throughout the past summer, but at least he had promised to keep Suguru up to date with frequent text updates. That had provided some semblance of comfort to Suguru as he kept receiving reassurances that Satoru hadn’t blown up the entire school from sheer boredom, but then...

‘ugh, Yaga is sending me on a mission with Wakatsuki of all people,’ Satoru had texted him at one point. ‘I don’t need all the dead weight.’

‘Satoru,’ Suguru had replied. ‘Play nice.’

Suguru had been... a little worried. Mostly about Wakatsuki, because Satoru didn’t exactly know the meaning of the word moderation and Wakatsuki herself held no qualms about provoking one of the strongest sorcerers of the modern age despite their, ahem, differences in strength. And as Satoru’s texts complaining about the mission eventually ceased after half a day or so, Suguru had only ended up even more worried about what might have happened when those two were finally left alone with each other.

Really, Suguru had expected the worst.

But then a day later, Satoru had finally texted him back saying that the mission was done—and yes, Wakatsuki was still alive.

So that had been a relief. Satoru hadn’t accidentally squashed Wakatsuki while fighting, and those two had managed to survive being alone with each other for longer than Suguru had ever thought possible.

And as it turned out, they had done more than just survive being around each other, but Suguru would only come to understand what that meant after he’d returned from that year’s summer break. Because as he stayed with his parents during summer, Suguru had only vaguely started to notice that Satoru’s messages were slowing down as the days went on, almost like the other boy had found something to actually occupy his time with on a regular basis.

That something? Wakatsuki herself. And when Suguru finally returned from summer break, he’d been shell shocked to enter Satoru’s room to find them both there, watching a movie together.

So, something had happened during that summer, something that had eventually led to Satoru and Wakatsuki agreeing on some sort of truce between themselves. And that truce quickly evolved as they eventually became friends—real, honest, constantly bickering, friends. A true miracle had happened last year, and when Satoru wasn’t spending time with Suguru, then he sure was spending time with her.

...Spending time with her in a strange way sometimes... and this spring break hadn’t been any different.

“...I’m gonna take it off,” a voice was heard out in the hallway, and Suguru perked up. It was a girl’s voice, a familiar one—and accompanying it was a very familiar cursed energy signature.

“No, you lost the bet,” Satoru’s voice was heard. Suguru jumped up to his feet, moving towards the door.

“I’ve been wearing it all day,” Wakatsuki said. “I’m done.”

“No.”

“I’m taking it off—hey!”

“You’re going to wear it all the way to bed!”

“Says who?!”

“Says me!”

As Suguru popped his head out of his room, his eyes immediately spotted the two other teenagers standing in the middle of the hallway—and the ridiculous Digimon hat that Satoru had undoubtedly made Wakatsuki wear.

“You two look like you’re having fun,” Suguru greeted them with a grin.

“Yo, Suguru!” Satoru greeted back—as Wakatsuki sent the white-haired teenager a half-hearted glare. Her hands were raised up near her head, probably to take the silly hat off, but Satoru had both of her wrists held in his own hands to keep her from doing just that.

“Lemme go,” she grumbled, trying to pull her hands away—but Satoru was not budging. So she huffed, leaning backwards enough so she could raise a leg and half-heartedly kick Satoru’s side.

He still did not budge.

“Am I interrupting something?” Suguru asked, his smile turning sly.

Satoru seemed oblivious to what Suguru was trying to imply, so the other boy simply grinned some more. “Wakatsuki is just being a sore loser, that’s all.”

“I’ve kept my side of the agreement!” Wakatsuki called, and Satoru finally released her wrists. Wakatsuki did not waste any time grabbing the hat off her head and chucking it straight at Satoru’s face, then promptly rushing off to her own room. “Keep that Digimon freak away from me!”

It was hard to take her seriously when she stuck her tongue out at Satoru before closing herself inside her room, the Digimon hat harmlessly thudding against the wooden surface after Satoru had thrown it back at her.

Suguru snickered to himself.

...What a fun date it must have been...

-

“Satoru,” Suguru called, trying to contain his smirk. “You’re drooling.”

Satoru blinked, finally realizing he was staring.

Staring at what, in particular?

Wakatsuki stretching out her legs as they warmed up for class, of course. She had worn shorts today, probably due to the increasingly warm weather, and it wasn’t hard for Suguru to notice where Satoru’s eyes had been glued to, even behind his sunglasses.

“Shut up,” Satoru suddenly said with a huff, immediately turning around and starting to stretch out his arms despite not really needing to.

Also, the tips of his ears were definitely red.

Suguru snorted, and from the other side of the training grounds, his eyes met Shoko’s to exchange a knowing glance with her.

(It seemed that Wakatsuki hadn’t realized it either...)

“Satoru,” Suguru half-whispered, his smile turning devious. “Do you have a crush?”

Satoru still refused to turn around, just as his ears refused to stop shining red. “S-shut up. I do not.”

Oh, he totally did.

Suguru would have to admit that his previous teasing of Satoru over his, ahem, relationship with Wakatsuki had been mostly just that—teasing. It was kind of funny to think about how close those two had gotten despite the rocky start they’d had, and that they actually enjoyed spending all that time together now without complaint.

But to think that Satoru had developed an actual crush on her?

Hilarious.

Wasn’t Wakatsuki the one Satoru had deemed a complete weakling on day one? And yet, now here he was, desperately trying to pretend he hadn’t just been ogling said weakling in the middle of jujutsu class because it turned out he had a crush.

...Honestly, how hadn’t Wakatsuki realized it yet? Satoru wasn’t exactly subtle, and they spent a lot of time together. Sure, Suguru himself had only just realized it... but he was pretty sure that, in the back of his mind, he’d known that for a while now.

It really was that obvious.

Throughout the years they’d known each other, Suguru had watched Satoru try to woo quite a few girls by now—and it was always a trainwreck. Satoru’s good looks were forced to the heavy lifting for him like 90% of the time, because when Satoru opened his mouth, he was as overly confident as he was a socially awkward mess. Suguru found it hard to miss whenever Satoru became interested in someone (he usually became three times as loud and obnoxious, for starters), though he’d have to say that Satoru’s arrogance usually covered up for his total inability to talk to other people like a normal human being—the Gojo clan’s fault, of course—so maybe it went unnoticed by everyone else.

...But also, Suguru thought Wakatsuki was smart.

Had she noticed it but was ignoring it? Suguru didn’t think so—given how those two were always bickering with each other, he didn’t think Wakatsuki would be able to act normally around him if she knew that Satoru kept ogling her in class.

But... did she maybe have a crush on him?

Suguru hummed to himself, thoughtful, as he watched Satoru try to get a rise out of the girl in question. Like a boy tugging on a girl’s pigtails to get her attention, almost predictably so—but what did Wakatsuki feel about it?

It was hard to tell, to be honest. Wakatsuki was a lot more guarded than Satoru was, and Suguru didn’t know her that well. Suguru knew that she enjoyed spending time with Satoru for sure, but how far did that go?

...Hm...

Suguru watched as Yaga scolded Satoru and Wakatsuki—Wakatsuki having been successfully riled up by the white-haired teenager. Then he snorted when Satoru turned around and Wakatsuki raised a leg to literally kick his butt, before scampering off to hide behind Shoko so Yaga wouldn’t scold them again.

...Suguru would not be opposed to playing matchmaker if needed to, actually. Satoru needed someone who could keep him grounded—someone who didn’t really care about his status of being Gojo Satoru, and someone who wouldn’t let his strength get to his head. Suguru himself was trying to do his part in that, and the Gojo Satoru he’d first run into those three and something years ago was certainly not the same Gojo Satoru that existed now.

‘You’re strong, actually,’ Satoru had told him back then, and even though it had technically been a compliment, Satoru’s tone of voice had made it sound like a backhanded compliment instead. ‘You should become a sorcerer.’

Satoru had definitely mellowed out a bit from the arrogant boy he’d first met back then, and Suguru had worked hard to steer him away from the asshole that the Gojo clan had raised him to be.

...So it was kind of funny that the other person helping with that now seemed to be someone on the exact opposite end of the spectrum of strength. The fact that Satoru had been able to overlook Wakatsuki’s ‘weakness’ spoke volumes to how much he’d grown, and the thought of those two getting together now amused Suguru to no end.

Maybe one day, once Suguru was sure that the crush was mutual. After all, he didn’t want to ruin the careful balance that had been struck between Satoru and Wakatsuki last year in case he was mistaken. Maybe it would be better to just leave them be and see where they ended up by themselves...

...for now. There would be plenty of time for some matchmaking later, after all.

End notes: So that was that! I really need to continue writing the main story now halp

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here i am 😈😈 okay so congrats on 100 very well deserved 🙏💞 and I'd like to request #16 from fluff, #10 from sickness (if sunoo was the sick one id actually cry but no pressure) , and #17 from action for sunoo pls and thank u and ily and take ur time writing no pressure lmao 🤭🤭

In Sickness & In Health

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. sickfic ig. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: sunoo has a cold. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: sunoo x reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 614. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: diaaaa ty for requesting omg this was so cute i loved writing it!!

Your boyfriend was sick, and your boss was giving you overtime for the 4th time this week. It was completely unfair and you wanted to punch someone in the face for your luck. But that would be a bit uncalled for, and you were sure Sunoo would laugh at it.

After a little persuading (arguing) with your boss, he let you have the weekend on account of a “sick relative.” Sure, you didn’t specify how sick your “relative” was, or the fact that he was actually your boyfriend, but your boss didn’t need to know.

Once 5 o’clock rolled around, you rushed back to your apartment. You picked up some painkillers and other medication from the drug store, as well as some mint chocolate ice cream before you walked through the door.

Apparently, you weren’t as quiet as you thought, because when you finally opened the bedroom door, Sunoo was already sitting up groggily. It was very clear that he had just woken up from his adorably messed up hair, disrupted sheets, and a Sunoo head-shaped dent in the pillow.

“Oh no- Did I wake you up?!” You asked quickly, and he just giggled and nodded, suppressing a cough that tried to surface. “I’m sorry.” You murmured.

“It’s okay.” He yawned, “Can you give me a hug? I haven’t seen you all day, and I missed you.” He pouted, giving you puppy-dog eyes as if he needed that to convince you. You would give him a hug regardless.

“Hold on- I have to navigate through the ocean of tissues before I can hug you.” You said, grabbing the trash can and throwing the tissues in their proper place as you made your way to Sunoo.

“Sorry about that- I wasn’t really thinking about where I was throwing them.” He explained and you laughed.

“You don’t have to apologise for anything, baby. As long as you work on getting better, that’s all that matters.” You said gently, finally reaching him and wrapping your arms around him. He sniffed, hugging you as tightly as possible.

“Do you still have a headache?” You asked, referencing the text he had sent with updates on his condition. 

He shook his head, “Sleeping made it go away. I’m just a bit sniffly still… As you could probably tell from the tissues.” He laughed, and you were glad he was still keeping his spirit up despite falling sick two days ago.

“Tired?” You asked.

“Yeah… You kinda just barged in here.”

You cringed, “Sorry for waking you, baby. Go back to sleep.”

“Can you stay with me? I really missed you.” He asked hesitantly, clinging onto the sleeve of your shirt as if you would leave and then he’d never be able to get you back.

“Of course, anything you want.” You let him pull you down next to him on the bed, his arms wrapping around your waist as he snuggled closer and got comfy. You smiled, pressing soft kisses all around his face to make up for the fact that he wouldn’t let you kiss his lips.

“Do you have work tomorrow?” He whispered, already half-asleep.

“Nope… I’m all yours for the weekend.” You said satisfactorily, happy that you were able to spend time with him uninterrupted for two more days.

“Really?” His voice was quiet as he fought to stay awake. You hummed, stroking his hair and making the battle against sleep all the harder for him. He eventually lost and you heard his breathing soften and his body relax as he drifted off to his dreamland.

You kissed his cheek, whispering a, “Get better soon, baby…” You fell asleep yourself, your arms still wrapped safely around him.

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[lovebvni]

shifting update

wow. i kinda just realized i haven’t spoke about my shifting journey and how it goes with me… lmao. oops! my bad, guys! anyways, here’s a long needed update to come while i’m working on a blog about my whole shifting journey until now. that blog should come out mid december im thinking.

anyways, i’ve been making attempts left and right yall 💀💀 just about every night since i had the flu. there’s like one day i didn’t shift lmao, and it was bc i was balling my eyes out and i struggled to even breathe right. 💀💀

anyways! last night i made an attempt using the new “wing it” method i’ve been trying out, and it actually went quite well. i did this wednesday night too and i got symptoms! something i haven’t got in a while. the symptoms were just feeling heavy/floaty btw 💀 noting too wild.

but, the thing is, i haven’t personally been feeling satisfied with my attempts. i feel like im getting to the point where im starting to be satisfied with them, though. like last night i actually felt pretty okay with what i did before i fell asleep (as im doing an asleep method)

i don’t know what my personal issue is with it, btw, it’s not that i feel disappointed in myself, but more that i wish i was doing better? or more? i’m a perfectionist btw 💀 and i know shifting has absolutely nothing to do with doing the “right” thing, but rather doing what feels right to you and what you can and will believe. but i believe i can do more. although believing i can do more doesn’t mean i SHOULD do more. like i could just be good with what im doing, but do it in a different order you know?

but i… i don’t even know how to explain it other than im not satisfied. i want to do more and it’s driving me CRAZY that im not. its like driving on a highway, i want to go faster but i can’t and i don’t need to. sure, there’s 30 minutes before i get to my destination and i think im going to be late, but in reality i’ll be on time or even early. i just need to relax and let the navigation guide me. worry about where i am right now and the next stop, not the steps after.

and i’ve been advised not to take a break btw!! this is not me overworking myself. i have a specific sign i have to see before making an attempt and another sign if i shouldn’t make an attempt. the universe knows these signs and has been showing me them DAILY before i make an attempt. don’t worry yall 💀💀

anyways i guess ill try to talk more abt my shifting journey now! i know it helps some people figure out where they’re going and whatnot, so… yeah! my goal is to help and advice while i’m getting to my current destination — and even after i get there. i love yall! happy shifting :)

[fkinavocado]

I just know that daddy issues Harry would always be so gentle to Y/N when they’re in bed, ready to sleep. Like I think that he would caress her cheek with his fingers, kiss her forehead and finally spoon her and hum something to sleep. Damn, I need more of these scenarios, Im currently trying to fall asleep Lmao

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

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Cockwarming Harry

"Shhh baby, I'm sorry, did daddy wake you?" he pressed his cheek to your temple as he spooned you, pulling you closer still

"I wasn't asleep. Just resting my eyes... Waited up for you" you mumbled, not opening your eyes, reveling in the protective feel of him around you

"Why did you wait up, I told you I had some designs to render and that it would take me a while when you went to bed" he whispered, careful not to disturb your serene state

"Can't fall asleep without..." you gasped when you felt him pull your hair to the side so that he could drag the tip of his nose alongside your neck only to stop at the crook of it and plant an open mouthed kiss there. He knew that was one of your erogenous zones and always paid special attention to it

"Without what, baby? Tell daddy"

You squirmed "Without... feeling you"

His breath hitched "You're feeling me right now. Is this what you needed?"

You panted as he lazily licked along the shell of your ear "Yes, but... want to feel all of you" you barely whispered

"Is my baby too shy to tell daddy you want my cock?" he ground his hips against you then, his erection making you jump a bit, as well as the slight change of tone in his voice

"Yes. That's what I want. Want to feel full. Please, can I?"

He chuckled low in his chest and slid an arm under the duvet finding you were wearing one his t-shirts and nothing else to bed "That's my good girl" he praised "You know how daddy loves it when I can just take you whenever I want. The question is..." he slid his hand from your naked bum lower and under till he was probing your entrance with the tips of his fingers. He feigned surprise "...if my baby is also ready. Guess you are, hm? Always such a good slut for daddy. Fell asleep all needy for me, we can't have that"

You didn't know whether it was your sleepy state that made it seem like it had happened in what seemed like seconds but he was already dragging his tip through your folds and you arched your back trying to get him to sink into you. He brought his lips back to your neck just as he ever so gently grabbed your hips, pushing your body onto him, making sure you felt every inch of him.

"So good, daddy" you whimpered

He then brought his bent knees under you, making you cry out, he was so deliciously deep like that. "Be a good girl for daddy and go back to sleep now. And in the morning I'll let you hop on m'cock all you want, hm?"

You were already back asleep as he kissed your shoulder and followed suit, already making a mental note of how he'd make sure to finish in the dip of your collarbones- for some reason he had a particular craving for that, and felt himself twitch inside you deliciously before he drifted off to sleep himself.

Daddy issues- Masterlist

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like the dawn

part xv- the canyon

“to me you are the desert and the sea and everything secretive” - ingeborg bachmann

summary: you, bucky, and steve are in dire need of a vacation. and once you get the russian assassin out of your head, that’ll be a piece of cake

wordcount: 3.8k

warnings: violence, angst, cussing, flashbacks, fluff, cheesy shit, brief allusion to sexy time, the trio being domestic, me giving y’all some last fluff before i wreck your souls

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a/n: lmao y’all i’m sorry again. finals have been on my ass so updates have been slow. ALSO i’m going to put this series on a month-long hiatus that will end after christmas, cause i wanna try and do a christmas mini-series so tell me if y’all like that idea. hope y’all enjoy 🫶🫶🫶

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Siberia, 1968.

You didn’t know what year it was. You didn’t know how long you’d been stuck in that facility.

Zola had just given the order to pull you from cryo. He’d just successfully wiped the other American asset, and he was sure it would work on you, too.

The telltale hissing sound emanated around the room.

Ice clung to your hair and wings, your muscles stiff and the sudden change in temperature threw you into consciousness after ten years asleep.

You screamed, a silent gasp of icy-cold air escaping your lungs. The pain seared through your body as a burning sensation covered your skin.

Your legs fell out from under you, and two guards grabbed your shoulders and started leading you through the building. You’d done this many times before. You knew where they were taking you.

You stopped fighting them a long time ago.

Today, however, there were more soldiers in the formidable room. They surrounded the upper railing, buzzing with excitement.

You spotted some senior officers amongst the crowd and furrowed your brow.

“What is this?” you demanded, voice weak and wet as the ice in your lungs slowly melted. It was never enough water to pose a threat, just cause pain.

You didn’t receive an answer. Instead, a tactical vest was shoved onto your torso, gloves were yanked on your hands, and a scientist took your pulse.

“Fucking hell, take it easy,” you grumbled. There really wasn’t a point in complaining about something so small. But you’d take what you could.

A man barked an order in Russian. The soldiers in the room suddenly retreated to the upper levels, and the scientists scampered away like mice.

“What the hell…” you whispered to yourself. Your wings were still thawing, but you could feel your powers returning to normal.

An intercom crackled, and Arnim Zola’s nasally voice echoed through the room.

“Agent (L/N), this is the culmination of my work,” he crowed. “When you were brought here so long ago-“

So long? You didn’t know how long it had been. The only indicator of the time that passed was the aging of the scientist, evident in his growing wrinkles.

“- We thought that your… combative tendencies would hinder your usefulness to HYDRA.”

“I’m more than thrilled to say that it has not.”

You assumed that this was another one of their gladiator-like trials. A way to test your powers and take out a traitorous agent all at once.

“Then why am I still calling you a wrinkly old-“

The door opened behind you.

You turned around, preparing to fight another scared agent sentenced to death by entering the room with you.

But you don’t see an agent.

“Bucky?”

Tears welled up in your eyes instantly. You’d been demanding to know something, anything about him for the whole time you’d been stuck in this hellhole.

The men in the room chuckle, quietly exchanging words in languages you couldn’t understand.

“I’ve- you’re alive,” you sobbed. Hurrying across the floor, you stretched out your arms in a hug.

But when you got close enough to touch your best friend, he grabbed your wrist with a painfully firm grip.

“Bucky?” you asked, still sniffling. It’s only then that you spotted the metal arm. In your excitement, you’d managed to completely miss it. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t respond. His eyes were cold, almost like he didn’t recognize you.

And then he threw your arm back and grabbed a knife.

You stumbled back, shaking as you realized what was happening. Whatever fucked-up project Zola had been orchestrating, he’d done it.

And now Bucky… wasn’t Bucky.

You flew upwards in a desperate attempt to avoid hurting him, but a grappling hook latched onto your vest and yanked you down.

You slammed into the concrete floor, crying harder as you tried to get away from your best friend.

“James, please, I don’t want to hurt you. I won’t,” you begged. He didn’t respond to the name, only continued marching towards you.

You stood, unsure of what to do. You couldn’t forgive yourself if you hurt him. But the only other option was to let him beat you. But “beating” you didn’t mean that you yielded.

These fights almost always ended in a casualty.

Maybe you could break through Zola’s experiment. You rushed towards Bucky, and he readied the knife.

You knocked it from his grip, kicking it away before you flipped him onto his back.

“James, please, you have to recognize me.”

He grunts before stilling. “Who’s James?” he asks.

No. This was worse than you’d thought. You thought that they’d made him forget you. But they’d taken all of his memories. Or, most of them, if he couldn’t remember his own name.

He took your moment of shock, and you gasped as a sharp pain entered your back.

You coughed, blinking rapidly.

“Jamie?” you asked. It was more of a whimper, really.

Bucky’s eyes rolled back, and when he blinked again, he finally reacted to you.

“(Y/N)? What’s-“

More doors opened, and soldiers flooded in. They were going to separate you.

You screamed out for him, clinging to him as he did the same. You were ripped away by dozens of hands, held back as they yanked him to his feet.

“Bucky!” you shouted. He made eye contact for a brief moment, and you signaled for him to look away.

The light that flashed through that room should’ve done more than blind the men. But instead, more came out to replace those screaming on the floor.

You struck down man after man, ruthless in your attacks. Until a soldier shouted from behind you.

He and two others had Bucky restrained with a gun to his head.

In broken English, he barked out, “I will shoot! Stand down!”

Bucky shook his head. “(Y/N).” Your breath wavered. “It’s okay. Get out of here.”

Shaking your head, you held up your hands, letting the light fade away.

“If I leave, it’s with you,” you whispered. “Until the end of the line.”

Before he could protest, he was dragged screaming and crying to the chair, and your stomach dropped.

They were going to make you watch him get wiped.

Bucky was locked into the seat, voice cracking as he protested. Even as his silver arm strained against the cuffs they locked down, he couldn’t escape.

It was when they shoved the headset on that you broke. You tried to run forward, ready to strike down more guards without remorse, but they grabbed you, five guards barely holding you back.

The machine buzzed to life, and Bucky’s screams got louder.

“James!” you yelled, struggling to escape confinement. You threw one guard off and fired a blast through his head, not flinching as you did the same to two others.

But when you took one down, more arrived. You couldn’t win.

Arnim started calling out words in Russian, and each one seemed to cause Bucky more pain. The rolling language caused him to twist and shake in the chair, until finally the headset was removed.

The man left behind was shivering despite dripping in sweat, blankly staring ahead. His eyes couldn’t seem to focus on anything, dropping with each second.

“What did you do to him?” you asked, voice quiet as you watched them lead him away.

“The same thing we’re about to do to you,” Zola said. “Put her in the chair.”

The knife was still lodged in your back, but a soldier ripped it out with a tug, causing you to cry out. They grabbed you while the wound was still healing, shoving you into the chair before locking you in place.

You tilted your chin up in defiance. Your lip quivered as the headset was lowered, but you stared the scientist down anyway.

At least, you stared him down until a near-lethal amount of electricity shot through you. You felt every muscle tense under the burning sensation, screams that you couldn’t hear leaving your lips.

Zola circled the chair, and started saying the words.

———————————————————————

“Свет [Light].” Ayo watches you carefully as she says the first word, waiting for your eyes to glaze and for you to turn into a killing machine. You’re waiting for it too.

“Небо [Sky],” she continues. You feel something in your head, like a tugging force in your brain.

But it worked on Bucky. It had to work on you.

“Прирост [growth], начало [dawn], восемнадцать [eighteen].”

You bite your tongue, determined to tough it out to the end. Ayo barrels on, even as your hands begin to shake and you see the fire in front of you grow brighter.

“Душа [Soul], девять [nine].”

You take a shaky inhale, quietly begging the universe to give you this. To give you your freedom back after seven decades.

“Испытующий [searching], один [one]...”

The force grows stronger, and you can feel yourself slipping. You’re fighting, fighting, fighting.

And then it’s like time stops.

You push the Angel out of your mind. She falls away far easier than you expect.

Like she understands.

“Ущелье [Ravine].”

You breathe in.

And out.

You open your eyes, almost hesitantly. It’s like you expect to wake up in a dream.

But your boys are right in front of you, and you’re still sitting in front of a fire in Wakanda.

“(Y/N)?” Steve hesitates. He doesn’t want to assume that, just because it worked on Bucky, it will work on you.

You’re so quiet, that they fear the worst. Ayo adjusts her grip on her spear.

Then, your eyes start watering, and you let out a soft chuckle.

“Did it-“ you begin. Ayo nods.

“You’re free as well, Agent.” Your hand flies to your mouth as you thank her.

Bucky and Steve are quick to wrap their arms around you, somewhere between laughing and crying as the meaning of the results finally sets in.

“We did it,” Bucky whispers to you. For a moment, the three of you forget about his arm, about your wings, about how lonely Steve’s been for weeks.

“We’re free.”

———————————————————————

“No, no, no. You need to take a right,” you say, stretching over the driver’s seat to point at the exit. Steve nods and takes it, before swatting Bucky’s hand away from the radio.

It was a month after becoming “free”.

Your nightmares have decreased, and the three of you have only become more, as Tony puts it, “disgustingly in love”. He’s not wrong. You really do love them.

Once you were fully cleared for release, you came to the unanimous decision to take a well-earned vacation.

Tony was kind enough to provide a high-tech yet low-profile minivan. It was bulletproof and enhanced with Stark tech, perfect for three famous super-soldiers who want to travel the country. Plus, it ran off of a mini arc reactor, so no ridiculous gas prices.

You’ve just left the compound, and are on the way up the East Coast.

“So, Acadia National Park first?” the brunet asks, pointing to the map. Even though all three of you have phones, the large sheets of paper are familiar.

The carefully drawn route starts in New York and ends in the place you’ve all wanted to go for decades. The Grand Canyon.

“Yeah, then we’ll just see where the route takes us,” Steve confirms. The highway in front of you is full of cars, moving so slowly that they might as well be still. The blond groans. “Damn bottlenecks.”

“70 years and you still don’t have any patience, Stevie.” You press an endearing kiss to the top of his head.

Tension leaves his shoulders, and the following kiss from Bucky practically melts him.

He loses himself in the way you and Bucky pepper kisses on his head and hand respectively, relaxing and zoning out. It’s bliss. He doesn’t have to worry about the government chasing you down, or planning the next mission, or being that perfect leader the world wants. He can enjoy this. Just him, Bucky, and you-

A loud honking sound scares the shit out of all of you. You whip around, glaring at the offending car behind you.

“Alright! I’m going,” Steve calls to no one in particular, sheepishly driving forward and out of the traffic jam.

After a few minutes, the road becomes much less crowded. You credit it to how fast people drive now, always in a rush to get to the next place.

It sounds old-fashioned, but after endless fighting and work, you’re more than happy to enjoy the time in between. The long, stretching highway that sprawls out in front of you seems more like an escape than an obstacle.

At least, for a little bit. Bucky shifts in the oddly plush seat, staring at the passing trees.

“Are we there yet?”

———————————————————————

Your first stop is in Maine. A picturesque National Park that lives up to its reputation.

Hiking comes easily. Super-soldier serum makes most things easy, to be honest.

But the lakes are gorgeous and the snow-capped peaks are equally so, so you’re more than content. The homey cabin you’ve rented also helps the situation.

It’s the end of day two on the trail when you hear a thud from behind you.

When you turn around, Steve’s on the ground, foot caught on a rock.

“Steve!” you laugh. Bucky helps him up, brushing the dust off of the blond. “Are you alright?”

He blushes furiously and drops his head on your shoulder to hide the redness. The brunet pats his back.

“Time to head back?” he asks. You wouldn’t mind turning in. It’s late. And the comfortable bed is sounding better by the second.

The three of you all agree and are back within the hour. The short return time may or may not be due to Bucky calling for a race back to the cabin, but you’ll never tell.

That night, when you’re wrapped around each other, warm and safe, you manage to shoo away the last of your worry about the trip. The way Steve’s hand never leaves your waist and Bucky mumbles to you in his sleep makes it more than worth it.

———————————————————————

Florida came next.

It was an easy decision to avoid major cities, but people still recognized you.

Drunken barhoppers ask for pictures or sometimes a fight, both of which you turn down. There’s always some random man yelling and running the beach at night.

The ocean makes up for the strange people, and the rolling waves and endless beaches make for a great getaway.

You’re currently underwater, watching as a school of impossibly tiny fish swim around you. Your wings scare them a bit, but the mesmerizing flash of their scales is far too entertaining to leave them be.

Thankfully, you don’t have to. Your lungs aren’t heaving for oxygen, even though you’ve been under for over a minute and a half, and the salt water doesn’t seem to bother your eyes.

A strong wave passes over you, and the following current throws you to the side. At the sudden movement, the fish dart away.

You come up for air, basking in the heat and the refreshing water all around you. Water has long soaked your feathers, but you can’t bring yourself to mind.

“I could stay forever, I think,” Steve says, swimming up next to you. “The weather is perfect.” You’re not surprised by his appreciation of the constant warmth. Out of all of you, he handles cold the worst.

Bucky nods, movements lazy. “Can’t disagree. Could jus’ go to sleep out here.”

“In the ocean?” you tease, watching as the waves lull him deeper into drowsiness.

He mumbles a yes, still half-floating atop the ocean. “Half-floating” because the weight of his metal arm ended up tilting the left side of his body into the water.

Steve smiles at the two of you. You both look… lighter. He feels so, too.

In one smooth motion, he scoops Bucky up in his arms and starts bridal-carrying him back to the shore. The brunet’s protests are met with shushing.

“I can’t have you falling asleep out there,” he says, kissing him on the forehead. You follow them, eager to dry off.

Later, after you eat dinner and desecrate the beach house’s kitchen with your post-dessert activities, the team calls.

They say you’re all glowing. The positive effects of the vacation have clearly been working.

Tony mentions that Thor -the actual Norse god of thunder, much to your surprise- stopped by Earth recently, with his brother in tow. Something about his father going missing.

Nat and Wanda say they miss you at training and wish you well. The call ends when Vision accidentally phases through their phone.

———————————————————————

A few days later, you’re driving through Texas when Steve very suddenly needs to piss very badly. You call Sam in a panic, unfamiliar with the area.

“Just go stop at a Buc-ee’s,” he says.

You pause, pointing at him. “Bucky?”

“No, Buc-ee’s.” He’s very adamant. But Bucky’s never lived in Texas?

“That’s what I said,” you insist, growing agitated.

From the driver’s seat, Steve groans. “No, love, it’s a gas station chain.”

“They named a gas station after me?” Bucky asks, eyes wide. From the facetime call, you can see Sam roll his eyes.

“No, you dumbass,” he chuckles. “Buc-ee’s. With a hyphen.”

“Where in ‘Bucky’ is there a fucking hyphen?!” you exclaim, causing Steve to jump. The situation only grows more chaotic from there, but you manage to spot the gas station, pulling in as the captain rushes out of the car.

You’re just glad you made it before Steve pissed himself.

———————————————————————

You pass through several more states. Frigid slopes up north and places so hot you swear that your feathers are melting off. Arizona is one of the latter, but it’s all worth it when you finally arrive at your final stop.

“Close your eyes, Buck,” Steve insists, trying to simultaneously cover his face and drive at the same time. You do the former for him, gently wrapping a hand over the brunet’s eyes.

“This seems a bit childish,” he chuckles. You shrug, although he can’t see it. The car comes to a stop at the parking lot, and you squeeze out and stretch your wings. Bucky, eyes now closed, is led out by Steve.

You make it up a small hill, and the view almost knocks the wind from your lungs.

Sure, you knew the Park was huge. But that knowledge didn’t quite translate into what lay before you.

“It’s gorgeous,” you whisper. Your boys nod.

You glance over to Bucky. It’s been his dream to come here, and he was the one who roped you two in on it. He’d ramble about traveling the world during class, ending with all of you in trouble for not paying attention. It never deterred him. He spent countless nights in the library, researching everywhere he wanted to go.

But that was before money got tight. That was before his dad left and he was working adults’ hours at 14 to make sure his ma and Rebecca wouldn’t have to struggle. That was before the war.

His eyes are teary as he surveys the view.

On your other side, Steve is similarly misty-eyed. But it’s not from the view.

This trip has taken away so much of his stress. You see it in how he holds himself, the way he’s finally sleeping in and doesn’t jump up at 5:35 sharp to go on a run and start his day. He’s been happily laying in bed with you two, slowly waking up and spending the early hours of your morning just talking and relaxing in each others’ arms.

And maybe your powers let you tune into his emotions better. Maybe.

It’s silent for a while. After a few minutes, your feet start to move.

Walking up closer to the railing, you peer over the edge. The drop is steep, but you’ve never been afraid of heights.

“Are you thinking-“ Steve begins. You nod.

“Is that a bad idea?” you ask. It’s definitely breaking some park rules, maybe even some local laws.

Bucky speaks up, breaking his stupor. “There’s no one around, doll.” He takes one of your hands. “Besides, we’re with the Captain America, you won’t get into trouble.” His teasing tone is followed by a wink to the blond.

With his help, you climb up onto the railing. The wind swirls around you, and you cast an unsure glance at your boys.

With a more serious nod from them, you let go.

The plummet is breathtaking. For as many times as you’ve dropped, this is different.

The orange and red rock rises and falls on cliffs and rivers, dry and warm in the low sun. You spread your wings and make a sharp turn around a craggy spire, trusting years of experience to guide you through the narrow paths.

Despite the trauma that is tied to your wings, you know they won’t fail you. You could navigate this canyon blindfolded.

As you’re circling a cliff, it clicks into place. An epiphany.

HYDRA never broke you.

No, if they broke you, you wouldn’t be here.

They hurt you. More than you could truly comprehend– even now. But you never broke. You fought until they took your mind from you, and then you fought silently until you won it back seventy years later.

It took that long. But you weren’t in those seventy years anymore. You were in… now.

Now, where your wings are soaring on warm drafts in the place you’d wanted to go since a geography class in 3rd grade and the loves of your life are waiting back on the hill.

So lost in your bliss, you narrowly avoid slamming into a small outcropping.

You slow to a stop, staring curiously at the light pink flowers that grow on the ledge.

It’s a dry area. They really shouldn’t be there. The lush green and soft hues are garishly out of place in the rust-colored rock.

But maybe you’re a bit out of place, too. By all odds, none of you should be alive. You and Bucky shouldn’t be free.

Yet here you are. And so are the flowers.

You recognize them now; phlox. They used to be used medically for body aches. Symbols of united souls.

You gently lift the small bunch of flowers out of the soil, cradling them as you fly back to the hill.

Bucky and Steve have watched you the whole time. Watching the way you coasted on thin air in effortless movements.

“Did you find something?” Steve asks, eyeing the flowers. You nod, brushing some dirt away from the roots.

Your boys offer feather-light kisses, and you brush the dirt from your shoes as you head back to the car. 2,400 miles from here to the compound is a long ways to go. And you’re going to enjoy every second.

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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐃𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐃𝐨 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

��𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 (Vampire!Eddie x Reader) Only you know that Eddie survived the Upside Down and returned as a permanently changed man. To stave off the loneliness and isolation that causes him, he taps on your window at night so that he doesn’t have to spend it alone. Tonight, however, something feels different. 

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Vampire!Eddie, discussion about feelings, a little bit of angst, no smut here although I can do more parts with smut if people request them because I’m such a whore for vampire!Eddie and have my own vampire lore set up that I use for my own vampires because I love them so much (also happy to discuss that at any given opportunity lmao). 

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 This is just a short one that I’m whipping out (ooh er) before I head to bed. Vampire!Eddie is the hottest Eddie (although PS!Eddie comes in a close second thanks to my wonderful moot and friend @prettyboyeddiemunson​ ) and I just needed to write out SOMETHING for him before heading to bed for the night, where I will probably dream about him. Also this isn’t proofread because I’m too tired to do it lmao. 

Every night for the past two months, there was a tapping at your bedroom window at 10pm on the dot. 

The first night you’d thought you were dreaming or hallucinating from your grief at his death. When you’d found him sitting on the small ledge of your window, his skin sickly and his eyes rimmed with crimson, you didn’t hesitate to let him in. I’m just imagining him as part of my grief, you’d thought at the time. You asked no questions as he sat with you and talked to you until you fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning with no sign he was there other than his lingering scent, you decided that maybe it had just been a dream and the smell was wishful thinking. 

After a fortnight of him tapping at your window to be let in at 10pm, you finally asked him if he was just another cruel trick Vecna was playing with your mind. You were in tears at that point, unable to bear being tormented by him anymore, and begged him to please be real and not disappear this time. 

That was the first night he stayed until you awoke. It was also the last for a while. 

Eddie eventually explained to you what had happened after he was ‘killed’ by the demobats. Dustin and the others had been forced to leave him behind as they were unable to get his body through the gate - something you thought was bullshit (he agreed) - and he woke up a couple of days later feeling such a painful thirst that it felt like his throat was going to be torn apart. He’d climbed out of the gate to try and find help, but standing in the sun had made him feel weak and unwell (not that he knew it was the sun causing it at the time). When he did figure out it was the sun causing his issues, he began to rest during the day and left the wreck of his trailer at night to try and find somebody, anybody, who would help him. 

However, instead of finding help he found his first victim - one of the police officers that had wanted him arrested for murders he didn’t commit. He didn’t realise that he’d almost completely drained him of his blood until the man had gone weak in his arms, so he dropped him off on the steps of the hospital and hoped someone would get to him in time before he fled back to his trailer and tried to make sense of what happened. 

You did your research in the day after he told you his story, and wrote down everything you could find. All of it linked back to one possibility: Eddie was a vampire. 

Since then, you changed your sleep pattern so that you would be awake for longer when he made his nightly visits, always looking forward to the tap tap on the glass. Scarlet irises, pointed fangs, and his new sweet scent were engraved in your memories and in your heart as you spent time updating him on the group’s progress in hunting Vecna and their day to day lives. Updates turned into talking about you and getting to know each other more, even though you were both friends before everything with the killings and the Upside Down happened. You often ended up falling asleep against him, your head on his chest as he carded his fingers through your hair or caressed your arm. 

It hit you after a month and a half of his nightly visits that you’d fallen for him. 

Your stomach flipped when you heard the tapping on the window that night. Eagerly you opened the window and pulled him in, his bat wings disappearing in a cloud of black smoke to reveal his more human form. The way he smiled at you almost turned you into a puddle, his eyes hooded as his thumb tenderly caressed your cheek. 

“Did you miss me, sweet thing?” 

He guided you to the bed and you both assumed your usual position, both of you sat back against the headboard of your bed. However, instead of diving into your usual conversation, something in the air felt different. Something about him felt different. His eyes raked over your face and your body, drinking in the way your body looked in your pajamas and how you gazed at him intently. His eyes settled on your lips and you had to fight off the desire to lean in and kiss him. Did he smell better tonight than he usually did? 

His eyes met yours once more as his fingers danced along the skin of your arm. “I have a confession to make.” 

“What’s up?” Your throat was dry, your heart beating faster with hope at his words. 

You leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “I don’t want this to change the way you look at me.” 

“It won’t,” you vowed, desperate for him to tell you what was on his mind. You could’ve melted into him at the way he smiled. 

“Alright then.” 

His thumb pushed between your parted lips a little and you were unable to stop your tongue from flicking against it, mesmerised by the way he looked at and spoke to you. 

“I’ve been keeping something from you that I should have told you before. I didn’t want you to think I was a perv or tell me you don’t want me visiting anymore.” 

Your face moved ever so slightly closer to his. “I could never think or say that.” 

His hum had your senses tingling. “What do you remember about vampires and their... gifts?” 

You blinked for a moment, raking through your memories as you struggled to come up with it straight away. “Don’t they - you - have mind powers?” 

“My sweet thing has such a good memory.” You blushed at the praise. “Yes, we do. More specifically, mind reading. We’re able to hear every thought that everyone is having if we tune in to the right frequency. I think because I was pretty much in survival mode when I left that hellhole, I was just automatically listening to everyone’s thoughts. I can control it now so it’s not a problem. But...” 

Your eyelids fluttered as he leaned in closer, breath tickling your lips. 

“I’ve not been able to ignore yours. Your thoughts are so interesting. So delicious.” 

You gulped when he lowered his voice to a whisper. 

“So sinful.” 

“Eds, I-” 

“Shh. It’s okay, pretty. I like the way you think about me all the time. How you imagine me kissing your lips, holding you close, drinking blood from your neck while I-” 

You felt your face grow hot with embarrassment. “Please don’t finish that one.”

Even his laugh pulled you in, begging you to leave yourself completely at his mercy. 

“I would do anything you asked me to in a heartbeat,” he told you. “If you asked me to kill someone for you, I’d do it without question. You have such a fucking hold on me, sweet thing. Sometimes I want to say fuck it and just stay here forever, doing whatever you commanded me to do.” 

At that, he pressed his lips against yours and you moaned softly. The kiss was brief, your lips moving against one another for a few seconds before Eddie pulled back and gazed into your eyes. 

“I adore you with every inch of my being. I think I’d die if you told me to leave and never come back.” 

You kissed him again, holding his face with both hands. “Then stay with me, and never leave.” 

A gasp escaped you when he moved unnaturally fast, straddling you and pinning your torso against the headboard. 

“Anything for you.” 

[azucarian]

NEFELIBATA - Takuya Birthday Special

Masterlist No content/trigger warning. Extreme fluff <3

Takuya had grown upset at the possibility of his birthday being forgotten; especially considering his two childhood friends hadn't even raised so much as a 'happy birthday' to him. It's not like he particularly expected a gift - although it definitely would be nice. Tapping his pencil against the desk, he frowned - (Name) was the most attentive person he knew and even she had forgotten? Maybe he failed in making it known beforehand. At this point, he just wanted to go home and curl up into a ball with the birthday cake his mother had baked him.

Now that he thought about it, Makoto had an obsession with the western zodiacs - he always looked on those weird 'zodiac luckiness' websites. Cancer, that's what Takuya's zodiac was - the zodiac of the crab. His 'aligned' personality was about him being loving and full of emotions - but also moody, suspicious and overprotective. He was not moody, he'd like to believe. The thought made him grumpy-

Ah, wait, that'd be right then.

He mentally groaned as the bell signalling the end of the day sounded, and his phone let out the identifiable ping to tell him he'd received a message. Flipping his phone up, (Name)'s contact popped up.

(NAME)-CHAN Mizo Middle headin' out early - we'll see you later Taku-chan! Byebye!

So they had truly forgotten. Takuya felt himself visibly deflate; there goes his final slither of hope. He shrugged, at least he had all of that cake to himself. He began his journey home; the train ride being oddly silent - usually the group of them would rambunctiously play whilst (Name), Akkun and himself would stare judgingly. Until (Name) got annoyed with all the stares from the elderly people and try to beat them up. For someone who didn't fight, Takuya could admit that the girl punched way too hard.

Coming home to an empty house was normal; his parents worked long jobs to provide for them (he actually appreciated their evening absences because of Kiyomasa and his gang, but he no longer feared any of that). But it felt much more empty as he slipped his shoes off- Wait, those definitely were not his shoes.

Sloppily hidden amongst the eco-friendly tote bags, five pairs of shoes were stacked. Four pairs of messy trainers, and one pair of remotely looked after converses. He nearly laughed - so they were here. A surprise birthday party, he guessed. The idiot trio must've gotten side tracked and, in a hurry, (Name) or Akkun shoved the shoes to the side and threw the totes over them.

Takuya guessed he'd humour them after all their effort. Slipping his indoor slides onto his feet and hanging his bag up on the door, he slowly made his way to the living room - and, upon entering the dark room, the lights suddenly flicked on and the distinct sound of party poppers filled his ears (and kind of scaring him, admittedly).

"Happy birthday!" The collective cheer of each person brought a grin to his face; regardless of the under-planned surprise element, he couldn't contain his smile at the sight. Kazushi, Makoto and Takemichi each had several party hats decorating their heads - almost as if they were trying to imitate a crown. Akkun was off to the side with a bright grin and a party popper in his hand. (Name), however, wasn't in sight.

He was about to open his mouth to ask where she was when someone jumped onto his back, arms around his neck "Happy birthday, Taku-chan!" The familiarly cheery voice made him laugh, and he softly thanked them all. The girl of the group eagerly dragged him towards their paper cut out of a birthday cake laid out on the table, surrounded by gifts.

Takuya slowly opened each of them.

From Akkun, a new controller for his gaming console - the boy explaining it as a 'new' method for everyone to play together, instead of taking turns with one controller. He appreciated it, and smiled softly before gently placing it back in the box (promising that he'd play with Atsushi first and foremost).From Makoto, a porn magazine - he slightly sneered at the gift, and the dumb(est) boy began to whine and cry about how 'Takuya didn't like his gift'. Even (Name) sneered and appropriately smacked Makoto on the back of the head with an apologetic smile towards Takuya. The blonde just shook his head and thanked the boy reluctantly (he had definitely thought more of himself instead of Takuya - but it was funny regardless, both Kazushi and Takemichi seemed to think so, too).From Kazushi, a bunch of notebooks, pens and pencils - explaining it to him as a new hobby to pick up. According to him, Takuya looked like the 'artsy poet' type (admittedly, he couldn't help but agree). He tested the glittery gel pens on one of the note books and grinned - they were extremely pretty, perfect for exam note-taking too. He placed them to the side delicately and expressed his gratitude.

He couldn't help but side-eye Takemichi and (Name). Takemichi was someone who would buy an extremely expensively thoughtful gift - it always made him feel guilty for weeks after, because the determined blonde would never allow Takuya to repay him. And (Name)… he visibly sweated. She had no taste in gift giving, and her gift was probably going to be worse than Makoto's - appropriate, but worse. They all exchanged knowing glances as the girl turned around to push Takemichi's gift towards him.

Takemichi had gotten a choker chain; and, as expected, it looked expensive. On the front, 'TAKUYA' was written in cursive with two ruby colored stones either side - if he remembered ride, a ruby was his birthstone. He almost verbally awed, but, instead, opted for hugging Takemichi tightly with an over-the-top thank you. The bleached blonde looked very happy at Takuya's joy."It's time for my gift now, right?" (Name) cheerily reminded, pushing a large box forward "Don't be surprised; I asked for your parents permission too." What? Takuya rose an eyebrow. Parents permission? Whatever it was, the other four didn't seem to know either - they looked just as confused.

She raced out of the room for a few moments before returning with her head poked around the door, hiding her arms behind the door frame "Don't freak out, we have to be quiet." They all nodded "Promise?"

"Promise." They all quietly spoke, and Takuya could feel himself get slightly giddy. Whatever this was, he was excited - and he hoped he wasn't disappointed (he wouldn't be, regardless, because he'd get to jokingly bully her for a bad gift for the rest of her life). She slowly turned and walked in, and the bundle in her arms nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

The cutest puppy was excitedly wagging its tail in her grip, adoringly staring at its new friends jovially. (Name) crouched down and softly placed it against the floor, and they all watched as it clumsily stumbled towards the closest human - Takuya himself. Pressing its wet nose against his arm, its little butt wiggled with the force of its tail.

"How- wha- I don't know how to react-" For the first time in a while, the group watched as an awe-stricken and very visibly shocked Takuya brought the puppy into his arms. (Name) laughed and slid to the floor beside him, gently patting the puppy.

"I spoke to your parents the other day before school about it; they said it'd probably do you good, especially with summer break comin' up. Keep you company, and you can go on walks with her." She explained whilst watching as the other four crowded round, each taking a turn at stroking the soft puppy.

"How the hell did you get her here?" Akkun questioned. It made all of them wonder; yeah, how? She had been with them all day, so how on Earth had she gotten a puppy to Takuya's house without them realising?

(Name) snorted "I asked Mikey-chan and Ken-kun to bring her; they put her in your room, in one of those play pens. Cute little thing was fast asleep but woke up straight away when hearing the door open. She was so excited." Takuya was so in love with this adorable creature that had found its new home in his arms "She ain't got a name, so that's up to you." He lit up, and the group laughed at his expression.

"Rocky." The name sent embarrassment into (Name)'s system, as she profusely rejected the name - completely being ignored by a cackling Takuya.

"Huh, what's so bad about Rocky? Rocky-chan is so cute!" Kazushi protested.

"It's Rocky because the last time me and (Name) hung out alone together, she fell into the river because of the rocks." The laughter from everyone was enough to make (Name) hide her face in her hands, muttering a 'I hate you' endearingly under her breath.

With his new friend and playmate in his hands, Takuya could wholeheartedly say... THIS WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.

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HAPPY TAKUYA DAY!! Honestly, as a character, Takuya grew on me progressively - I didn’t like him much when I first started but he definitely got my heart </3 He’s so pretty and sweet (totally didn't mistake him for Mikey at the beginning lmao) ~

A proper update will come out over the weekend - I’m currently looking for work so interviews have been taking up a lot of time. I promise it’ll be out tomorrow/over the weekend! I love you all!

[jinhyun]

Omg I'm so behind on leaving you any comments about watercolor lately cus I have been so busy 😭 I think the last one I commented on was pre-make out?? Fair warning I cursed a lot while typing this one out 😅 it's a long one, so I hope you're ready lol. So here we go 😊😂

Dreamlike - are you fucking kidding me? 😭 Are you actually fucking kidding me right now? How dare you make me cry with how fucking adorably cute this was! Come here, lean in, you deserve a forehead smooch for this pure perfection! 😘 I loved sooo much about this that I had to go back and reread so I could make more specific comments and not be so vague 😅

the way he couldn't even focus and kept searching for y/n and like literally left Yerim to go get her a drink and instead ended up texting y/n because he had a mini freak out thinking she was making out with Binnie!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!! The fact that he debated staying and hooking up after he already told her he was coming and then still left for her!!! Are you freaking serious?? And you still haven't figured it the fuck out by now Hwang??? How thick is this fucking kid 🙄 But the way he fucking smiled thinking about what his friends must have thought of him leaving the party... Stop it 😭 my heart is going to burst!!! The way smiled at her sleeping 😭🥰🥰🥰 the paint on her face and him finding it cute?! 🥲 Btw... What was the painting she fell asleep on, huh??? Hmmmmm 🕵️‍♀️🤔😏 was it maybe one of said Hwang Hyunjin?

Not you finally title dropping on us 😭 Title drops are one of my favorite ways authors do their little nod to the readers 🥰 That perfect moment of clarity for why it got named that way is like 🤌

The paint swapping deal, I see you foreshadowing (I hope lol) 😍 this is such a fucking intimate artist thing to do tho and I am dying right now! Just absolutely dying. I can't wait to see when this comes back up later 😏

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 The paint fight into the kiss!!!! 😭😭😭😭 What did you just jump into my dreams of how I want to fall in love again and just rip this right out of my brain?? Like this is movie material! Are you hearing me?!! Or drama worthy! I would watch this k-drama in a heartbeat! 🥰 But the neck painting... It was this ❣️ right? Or was it something else? Or is it a secret??! But the way you wrote the kiss 😭 my single ass was over here flailing around my bed like an idiot, kicking all my sheets to the floor. I want someone to kiss me like that 😅 lmao. But the phone buzzing breaking it up 😠😤 gdi!!! Y/n was having her moment!! I swear if it was Yerim interrupting again I'm gonna throw things. Probably just my pillow onto my bed, but I will throw it!!

I 100% expected them to go wash the paint off after they left the art studio, but please for the love of all things Shin Ryujin, tell me that they both walked back to their dorms covered in paint and at least 1 person saw them 😭 I need someone to know what they got up to and have seen the physical evidence 🥲 if you say no, I'm still gonna headcanon that someone did lol 😅💀💀💀

Overall, I loved it. I love you. I get so happy whenever I see you updated 😁 If you update during the day I just keep from reading it and save it as a nice little treat at the end of the day when I'm all comfy and cozy before I go to bed 🤭🥰 I hope you write more of these long written out sections for watercolor! but also no pressure to do so if that's not what you want to do with the story 🥰 I trust you! I don't trust your version of Hwang Hyunjin (yet 😏) but I trust you! 🥰

Snitch - coffee date!!!!!! But fr if someone got oil paint on my favorite sweater I might kill them. Even if it was because of a steamy makeout lol. Reasons why I only paint in clothes I don't care about ruining 😅

Omg not the group chat dragging him, lol he deserves it. Seungmin with the tea about the paint 🤭 puppies always get into the things you don't want them to find lmao. Felix freaking out over them making out is literally me. This was my reaction as well 💀 Changbin and Hyunjin in the made out with y/n club 😏 but Binnie still the only one that's... Well you know, you wrote it 😉 lmao

"stop gatekeeping my cutie" omfg Yongbok 😁😂 I love him so much 😭🥰🥰🥰😭

Tbf that is one fucking adorable picture of Ryujin, her smile is just 😍🥰

So in your head, who had the matcha and who had the chocolate?? Also omg those look sooo fucking delicious 😭 why are there no good cafes around me *sigh* I'm never gonna go on a cute coffee date like this 🥺

Ngl I love the way Changbin just slid in and confirmed the makeout in like no time, while also pointing out Hyunjin is treating her kind of special 🥰 it makes me nervous and excited for her all at the same time lol I love the like flirtatious fwb relationship y/n and binnie have. I know she's gonna end up with Hyunjin, but I still can't help wanting to see more interactions between those two, they're chemistry is so cute!!

Not Hyunjin getting jealous 😅 cute. "don't make me reach over the table and kiss you" 👀👀👀Do it, I dare you! lmao 😂💀 so did they kiss??? Hmmm????

Kicked Out - I left you comments for this one on the post, but I will just reiterate, my pillows are so fucking lumpy now 😭💀 I still don't trust him, but it was so cute how he got all worried about her getting kicked out 🥰 but also God I want some calbee honey butter chips now 🤤 I have never had that flavor but I love their plain chips so much, they are so yummy!! Also he indirectly tweeted about her 👀 so does that mean he doesn't care if the potential hookups see??? Hmmmm???? But also "it's different tho, there are no feelings involved" alright everyone together, ready? 🤦‍♀️

Faithful - 😭😭😭 How is Ryujin soooooo fucking cute 😭😭😭 it's not fair!! My poor bi heart can't take this. I need some warnings next time, I might lose my breath completely and just simply pass away 🥰 and the Pikachu is cute too, but now I just have Changbin's (actual real life Changbin) "pika pika Pikachu!!" stuck him my head in a loop lol, so thanks for that 😅

Hyunjin only day? Bitch if you don't calm the fuck down you might fucking realize you're a simp lmao 😅 it's okay tho, I'm a simp for Ryujin too 🥰 Not the whole gc inviting themselves over for dinner 😂 NOT HAN MAKING IT SOUND LIKE THE FUCKED 😭💀💀💀💀💀 also do I sense a merged group chat in the future??? 😏🤔🤔 "damn y/n, how many guys do you have" 😂😭💀💀💀💀 omfg because two is sooooo many 🥲 still more than me tho lmao

Ooooh Minho being the mom friend and representing all of us readers 😅 I'm so here for it. I hope for everyone's sake he is wrong. I really really do. I don't want to cry because of this story. I will if you take it that way, I know I will, but I won't be happy about it lol. Y/n, babes, it's not delusional, he has started to feel something. Unfortunately he's just a dumbass and he's probably gonna fuck it up before he realizes it 🙃 Minho I love you, but I hate that you have to be so realistic about the situation right now 😭 I am not ready for heartbreak. But also don't hate the implication that she could still hook up with Binnie. All the team Changbin readers just sitting here quietly chanting, "Binnie! Binnie! Binnie!" 🤭💀 lmao

So yay! I finally caught up on comments 🥰💙 I think that took me like an hour or so to type all that up 😅 but you definitely deserved it 👏👏👏 with how much time you must put into every update and how often you update, and how invested I am and how much I love this story, you definitely deserve an hours worth of comments 🥰🥰🥰 I'm looking forward to the next updates. I hope you don't decided to break us 😅 and if you do, I hope you plan on updating the next chapter right away lol. I don't think I could handle the angst and a long cliffhanger 😭🤧

Anyway, I hope you are feeling better 💙💙💙 I hope you aren't suffering from any long term effects from covid! I know you said you were sick on your birthday, but Happy Belated Birthday!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🥳🎁🎁🎁🎈🎈🎂, hopefully you were still able to enjoy it! I hope you are finding ways to entertain yourself now that you've graduated 😊 and I hope you have a good day/night 🥰🥰🥰💙💙💙

AHHHHHHHH i'm sorry it took me so long to answer this ask, i was just... appreciating it 🥲

dreamlike~

please i'm so happy that you enjoyed dreamlike and took the time to go back to it just so you could point certain things out, it means the world to me 😭💕

for real tho, it couldn't be any more clear given how he could not focus and would only think of y/n the entire party, like come on hyunjin you're smarter than that 😭😭😭

y/n's painting and what hyunjin drew on her neck are both secrets 🤭 but who knows, maybe we'll find out at some point later in the story 👀

drama worthy please 😭 that is like the ultimate compliment 😭😭😭 and i'm glad that you enjoyed the title dump, ngl i love doing that in my fics lmao so thanks for appreciating it 🤧

"for the love of all things shin ryujin" don't mind me if you ever see me using that on a daily basis. idk i mean it was pretty late but maybe someone did see them 👀 campus is a big place after all

THANK YOU SO MUCHHH, i'm sososo happy that you enjoyed it :( and i do have more written parts planned out! some shorter and some just as long or maybe longer (i won't know until i write them lol) but there are more of them coming, so i'm glad you like them 🥰

snitch~

lmao for real y/n shouldn't have worn her fav sweater to paint to begin with, but in her defense she was knew there would be pretty much no one at the studio and she doesn't tend to get stained all over when she paints... and she was most definitely not expecting to have a make out session with hyunjin or anyone else that night so 💀

ksñajdñajs jinnie and binnie part of the kissing y/n club but jinnie not part of the s*x with y/n club, rip 😔

ryujin's smile i knowwww 😭 can't get tired of looking at that picture, i love her so much istg. in my mind it was y/n the one to get the matcha one... idk if hyunjin is a fan of it irl 👀 waiting for him to tell us one day lol

changbin's fwb relationship with y/n is so fun to write 😭 and you're valid lmao i remember there was a time even i started shipping them 💀 but i am loyal to hyunjin, we in a hyunjin au rn.

jealous hyunjin is just >>>>>>>> and it was kind of an open ending so 👀 whether they ended up kissing or not it's up to you on this one 👀

kicked out~

yesss, i remember your comment 🥰 he does worry about her and he's a cutie for that :(

omg i've never had those chips at all, i don't think we have them here ksñajs but they do look so good i wish i could try them

he did indirectly tweet about her 👀 ig we'll find out whether he is ready or not to let go of his potential hookups soon... hopefully he is

faithful~

DUDE FR IDK MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT EITHER 😭😭😭😭 i had not been this bi since kaya scodelario and hayley williams istg.

"bitch if you don't calm the fuck down you might fucking realize you're a simp" LMAOOOO the way i laughed omg jsñajdñs. he was bold af for that one tho, props to him 💀

merged group chat in the future... that does sound very interesting... we'll see if they all become that close at some point 👀

honestly at this point it would be better for everyone's sake and not just only y/n's for him to be wrong... let's hope he is so no one ends up hurt :/ and that hyunjin won't fuck up before he realises his fucking feelings. we'll see which turn i take with this story 😇 thanks for being open minded about it jsñaksña.

oof, hyunjin would not be happy if she still had the fwb thing going on with binnie... but yeah i can hear you all ynbin shippers cheering on it lmao

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO COMMENT ON ALL PARTS OMG??? the dedication i'm just 😭😭😭😭 i lost count of how many times i've read this ask lmao, and i couldn't bring myself to answer it for some reason 🥲

like i said, we'll see what turn i decide to take with this story 👀 so i won't comment on that bc i'm afraid i could spoil you guys jdñajs

thanks for the belated birthday wish 🥺 it sucked to be quarantined during it but my friends and family have already made it up to me 🤧💖

once again thank you so muchhhh, i don't have enough words to thank you :( i hope you're havingg a great week, lovie 🥰

[drabbles-mc]

We’re Gonna See It Through

Bishop Losa x Reader

Based on the Title Prompt ask that @dorkofclanlavellan​​ sent me a little while back. I typed the summary that I would do and then I couldn’t stop thinking about it so...here it is lmao

Warnings: Language, angst, Bishop getting in his feelings

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I’m sorry to hurt our mans like this but sometimes that’s just how it is.

Bish Taglist: @masterlistforimagines​ @sincerelyasomebody​​ @sadeyesgf​​ @thesandbeneathmytoes​​ @tomhardydallasstarsgirl​​ @multiyfandomgirl40​​ @sillygoose6969​ (I know I have my taglists separated by character so if you’re on one and not another or if you just want me to put you on all of them let me know! Sorry if I’ve made it more confusing than necessary lol)

You were fast asleep by the time Bishop came home. You had given up on trying to stay up to wait for him. He was coming home later and later, and with everything falling apart at work, you were having to leave earlier than usual. It felt like for the past three weeks or so the two of you had hardly even seen or spoken to each other. Truthfully, you could use each other more than ever now but the two of you just couldn’t seem to time it right.

He walked into the house, quietly shutting the door behind him. He spotted a note on the counter, managing a small, exhausted smile as he read it, “Saved you some dinner in the fridge. Pop it in the microwave for 2 minutes. And, if your day was really bad, skip dinner and go right to dessert. Picked up a pint of your favorite Ben & Jerry’s and put it in the freezer. I love you. xo”

Despite all the shit that was going on with both of you, you were still trying to make things work as best you could. Bishop knew that, and he wished that he knew how to let you know that he could see that you were putting in effort and that he appreciated it. But he was in the same boat as you and felt like he hardly ever got to spend any time with you lately. Things had been crumbling with Galindo and the club and it was taking up more of his time than he would like. You had always been understanding of his commitment to the club, but even he knew that everyone’s understanding had its limitations.

He ate dinner, being mindful to stop the microwave before it beeped so that the noise wouldn’t wake you up. He also took a few spoonfuls of ice cream before going to shower off the shitshow that had been his day. When the two of you had first moved in, you had been bummed out that the bedroom didn’t have a bathroom attached. And, while Bishop knew that it would have been convenient, on nights like this he was glad that the bathroom was down the hall so he had less of a chance of disturbing you. He knew that you needed all the rest that you could get.

He quietly crept into the room after his shower, hanging up his towel and pulling on a clean t-shirt and pair of boxers before slowly crawling into bed beside you. He gently wrapped his arms around you and you subconsciously scooted back so that you were pressed against him, still fast asleep. He took a deep breath, soaking in your scent and the warmth emanating from your body that had been trapped under the blankets all night. Almost instantly his eyes drifted shut and he fell asleep.

You woke up early in the morning, your alarm not even beginning to awaken Bishop. You took a deep breath as you shut it off, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you for a moment before carefully removing yourself from them so that you could get ready for work.

You lingered in your bedroom doorway for a moment, watching Bishop sleep peacefully in the middle of the huge bed that the two of you shared. Your heart ached, wishing for everything to go back to normal. You rested your head against the doorframe, taking a deep breath to fight back the tears you could feel stinging at your eyes before finally making yourself leave for work.

Most of the morning had flown right by, but you were currently an hour deep into a conference call that was making you want to gnaw your own arm off. Your phone buzzed lightly on the surface of your desk and you checked to see who was texting you, happy to have a distraction for a minute. You opened it to see a text from Bishop.

“Sorry I missed you this morning, sweetheart. I love you”

You smiled despite the knot in your chest, “I love you too. Will I see you tonight?”

It seemed like the three bubbles were on the screen for an eternity before you finally got a response, “I hope so. I’ll let you know if I’m going to be late again”

You pressed your lips together, making the choice to not respond. There was nothing really for you to say at that point. You knew that you should bring your attention back to the call that you were on, but your head was completely clocked out of the office by this point. You found yourself scrolling back through your most recent texts with Bishop. About ninety percent of them were one of you apologizing to the other for running late, or missing plans, or not being able to wait up for the other because you were too tired. It felt like your throat was closing up as you bit back a sob. If this was going to be your future you weren’t sure that you wanted it. You loved Bishop but you couldn’t handle a lifetime of feeling alone.

You knew that you weren’t going to be able to handle staying in the office. You unmuted yourself on the call, “Hey guys, sorry to cut out so suddenly. Some family stuff just came up and I have to go. I should be back tomorrow. Just shoot me an email with whatever I miss,” you didn’t wait for a response before hanging up and grabbing your purse. You all but ran out of the office building to your car.

Once you were sitting in the driver’s seat, the tears began to flow. You sobbed into your hands as you tried to think about what you were even going to do now that you left the office. You waited until the tears slowed and your breathing went back to normal, and then decided that your first stop was going to be home. You needed to be in clothes that were more comfortable that what you had on.

When you pulled into the driveway, you were hoping that you’d see Bishop’s bike, but no such luck. He had already taken off for the day and it made your chest feel heavy. With a deep sigh you got out and walked into the house, looking around as you made your way to the bedroom. It all felt so much duller and emptier now and you hated that you felt that way about the place that was supposed to be your home. You knew that Bishop was gone because he was out on club business, and you didn’t want to be the partner that showed up at the clubhouse and dragged all your personal shit into the MC, but it was tempting. You just wanted to have a real conversation with him for the first time in weeks.

You decided that you would wait to see if he texted you with an update. If he said that it was going to be another late night, you’d go to the clubhouse. You had earned that. In the meantime, to try and keep your mind occupied, you decided that staying in the house wasn’t doing you any good at all. While you had spent a considerable amount of time alone lately, none of it was really “you time”. So you decided to try and make the afternoon all about you.

You grabbed yourself your favorite excessive coffee order from the café down the street, and took yourself shopping. Even if you didn’t end up buying anything, spending the afternoon trying on fun outfits was a welcome distraction. It felt nice to simply do something for yourself after feeling like all of your energy lately was being spent on everyone else and no one else was bothering to return the favor.

You were changing into what felt like your hundredth outfit of the day, and for the first time in a while you felt happy. It felt nice to be taking some time for yourself despite the circumstances that landed you there in the first place. You slipped into a cocktail dress that had caught your eye while you were wandering through the store. It wasn’t a dress that you would necessarily have a lot of occasions to wear it, but something about it told you to try it on anyway.

It felt nice, and looked even better. After zipping up the back, you took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror and you felt a smile creep across your face. It wasn’t anything overly fancy, but that was part of what drew you to it in the first place. The dress was a deep burgundy color and it was short, but you knew that Bishop always loved seeing you in short-shorts and mini-skirts anyway. It clung nicely to your body but it wasn’t suffocating you. it had long sheer sleeves that made you feel a little elegant, too. You smiled as you grabbed your phone out of your purse and took a selfie to send to Bishop.

“For our next date night?” was all you said along with the photo.

The response came before you could even set your phone back into your purse, “Absolutely. Please tell me you’re buying that”

You smiled, shaking your head slightly as you responded, “Guess you’ll have to take me on a date and find out for yourself”

You bought the dress, along with a few other cute items that had caught your eye. You didn’t want to go overboard, knowing that retail therapy had hurt your bank account on more than one occasion. You found a place to eat lunch and gave yourself time to sit, relax, and people-watch. The afternoon ticked by and you still hadn’t heard anything from Bishop. You were hoping that no news was good news and maybe he’d make it home at a decent hour for once. You could only hope. You could only distract yourself and stay away from home for so long before you had to head back.

You were parked in the driveway, staring at the home you supposedly shared with Bishop, not that either of you were there all that much these days, let alone there together. All the lights were off and you didn’t want to get out of the car. You took a deep breath and reached to unbuckle your seatbelt when your phone started to ring.

It was Bishop’s name flashing across the screen, and you almost didn’t want to pick up. You sighed, hitting the green button, “Hey, baby,” your voice was soft, hopeful, “everything okay?”

There was a pause, “Um, yea. Everything’s okay. I just, it’s going to be another late one. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You took a deep breath, “Okay. Thanks for the heads-up.”

He could hear the detachment in your voice, “I’ll make this up to you, sweetheart, I promise. I know things have been off lately.”

“It’s alright. Take care of the club. Get home safe.”

“I love you,” his tone conveyed that he was saying it because he meant it, but also to see if you were going to say it back.

You were trying not to let your voice crack, “I love you too,” you hung up before he would be able to hear you crying.

You cried it out in the car for a few minutes. Part of you knew that it was going to happen, but another part was still hopeful that maybe things were going to be okay, that if you tried to put it out into the universe, it would happen. But there was no amount of positive thinking that could change the reality of the circumstances you were in.

After taking a few deep breaths, you turned the car back on and pulled out of the driveway to head to the clubhouse. You weren’t going to cause a scene, but you were going to have a face-to-face conversation with Bishop. This all had to stop—you couldn’t feel lonely indefinitely. You loved him but you knew that you both deserved better than that.

You walked into the clubhouse and it was all silent. There was no one around save for EZ standing behind the bar. His eyes grew wide when he saw you—he could see that your eyes were puffy from crying. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say to you or offer you. You sniffled slightly, trying to gain enough composure to talk to him without breaking down.

“Bishop around?”

He nodded towards the back room, “They’re all in Templo. It might be a while. Do you…do you want me to get him?”

You could see the anxiety on his face at the thought of interrupting Templo. You gave him a small smile and shook your head, “Not necessary, EZ. Thank you, though. When they come out, can you just let him know that I’m outside waiting for him?”

He nodded, “Of course. Do you want a beer or anything?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding and walking over, gratefully accepting the bottle that he handed you, “Thank you.”

You strolled out of the clubhouse and onto the small deck. You took a seat on top of the picnic table, your feet resting on the bench. The sun was just starting to go down and the sky above the compound was lit up in a million different colors. You quickly wiped the tears off of your face before taking another swig from your bottle.

You dug around in your purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. You really weren’t much of a smoker, just when you were stressed. Suffice to say that for the past weeks you had been smoking a lot more than normal. You lit it and inhaled, holding it for a moment before exhaling the smoke and watching it swirl and dissipate around you.

Time seemed irrelevant as you sat on the table. You didn’t look at your phone, didn’t really try to keep yourself busy with anything besides nursing your beer and smoking your cigarette. When both of those were done you didn’t get another, just letting yourself stew with your thoughts as you waited for Bishop to finally have a moment for you.

The sun had long since set by the time you heard footsteps on the deck behind you. He didn’t say anything at first as he sat down next to you, his leg pressing lightly against yours. He rested his hand on your thigh and you almost broke down.

“Everything alright?” he asked the question despite knowing the answer.

A humorless laugh came out of you as you wiped tears off of your cheeks, “That seems like a pointless question at this point, doesn’t it?” you dropped your face into your hands, taking a shaky breath before forcing out the question, “What are we even doing anymore, Obispo? I just, I feel like we aren’t even really together anymore.”

“I know it’s been difficult lately but—”

“You realize this is the first face-to-face conversation I’ve had with you in over a week?” you shook your head, “And I had to come down here and sit out on this fucking deck for god knows how long just to get some time with you. I can’t…I think about the rest of my life and I just, I can’t,” a sob broke your sentence, “Forever is a long time to feel like this, Obispo.”

“It won’t be like this forever, though, Y/N.”

“How can you be so sure? I, I know that I’ve been keeping my opinions to myself because the club is your thing and it’s really not any of my business, but fuck, I feel like I’ve lost you. You know, I looked back through our texts today. And with the exception of a very small handful, all of them were apologies. They were all apologies and cancelled plans and just,” you tried to take a breath to calm your voice, “I can’t keep doing this. I know the club is a priority and I respect that. I respect it enough to not try and make you choose. This,” you gestured to the clubhouse, “is where you need to be. And that’s…fine. But I can’t stay in that fucking house alone all the time.”

“You think that I don’t want to be there with you?” he was never one to get loud with you, but his tone was frigid, “You think that I’ve liked having to be away from you so much these past few weeks? I’m not enjoying the bullshit that I’ve been having to deal with.”

“I’m not saying that you do. But there’s always going to be bullshit, isn’t there? We’re both always going to have bullshit going on. But it looks different for you than it does for me. Most of the time I can drop most of mine at the door, but you don’t even get to make it to the door. We can’t even try to be there for each other when all of this is happening and that’s just not fair to either of us. We shouldn’t feel so alone when things are falling apart.”

“I’m sorry that you’ve felt alone.”

“You haven’t?”

The question made him pause. His concern was always trying to be there for you, and he knew that he hadn’t been. But he could feel that you were always trying to be there for him despite his absence. He sighed shaking his head, “No, I haven’t. And it’s on me that you’ve been feeling that way. I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for you the way that you have been for me,” he gave your leg a light squeeze, “But you can’t leave, please.”

“What do you want from me, Obispo?”

“A little more time,” there were tears in his eyes and it hit you that you had never seen him cry until this moment, “Please, Y/N, just give me a little more time. I know that this has all been hard on you, and that I’ve been far away from you in every sense. But I can do better—I will do better. I just, I need you to give me the chance to prove it,” he nodded slightly as he wiped tears away before they fell down his cheeks, “We can get through this.”

“How?” it felt like it took all of your strength to say one word.

“Together, the way we always do. You’re right, forever is a long time. It’s a very long time to be without you and I can’t see my life being that way. We can figure this out. We promised that we’d be there for each other no matter what and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. I’m a man of my word, or at least, I try to be. We’re gonna see it through, Y/N. We’re going to figure this out.”

Despite how hard it was for you to say everything that you had said to him, you had to admit that your heart felt a little lighter solely from being able to actually see him and talk to him. You were still hurting, but you wanted to believe that he meant what he had said and that the two of you were going to work on things going forward.

“I want to believe you,” you looked down and interlocked your fingers with his.

“Please. If we end up having to have this conversation again, I won’t ask you to stay. But please, give me a chance. We can get through this.”

You took your hand from his and held out your pinky, “Promise?”

He smiled, nodding as he locked his pinky with yours, “Promise.”

He pulled you into a tight hug as you cried into his chest. The weight of the last three weeks poured out of you as he held you. he pressed gentle kisses into the top of your head and rubbed your back, knowing that this is what you’d been needing all along that he hadn’t been there for. He told you over and over again that he loved you, and that it was going to be okay. And, despite the weight in your chest, you believed him.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered as you wrapped your arms around him, “I promise.”

[calcifermovesthecastle]

SDC reacts to a S/o that’s very gentle and sweet, who just, listens to every single thing they need and always very attendent to their needs. However, one night they find out that it’s hard for them to open up emotionally and be vulnerable to them due to their past. Sometimes it overwhelms them to the point that they breakdown emotionally?

So funny story, I actually already had something like this written out so here you go lmao

A giver. 

If anyone could describe you in a word, that’s what they’d say. 

They would never fully appreciate it though. They’d never return the favor. 

-

You smiled, placing a few calls for Mr. Joestar. You finished everyone’s laundry, leaving it to hang in your hotel room. 

Your advice to Polnareff was well-placed and honest as you pointed out which of his best qualities he should accentuate to find love, and helped him in letting go of his past. 

You continued to smile as you visited Kakyoin in the hospital, keeping him updated and read to him in his mother tongue, something you did struggle with.

With a smile still on your face, you ran the errands Avdol asked you to, as well as calming and feeding Iggy to get him off of Polnareff’s case.

“Can you?” 

“Can you?” 

“Can you?” 

“Can you?” 

“Of course,” Was always your answer. 

He noticed over time as your smile became more strained, how your eyes became veiled in shadow, somehow tinged red more than not, how the exhaustion you valiantly tried to hide riddled your body.  

-

“Mm, of course Madam. Mhm. Of course! Yes, I’ll let your husband know right away. Absolutely, Madam. I’ll relay that message as well. Absolutely. You have a wonderful night.” 

You hung up the phone, rubbing your temples, the bright sun blinding as you left your hotel room, knocking on Mr. Joestar’s door. He answered, still dripping from his shower, nodding along as you relayed Suzy Q’s messages. 

“Thank you, doll. When you call her tomorrow, tell her for me that she’s more than welcome to go to the banquet in my place.” 

“Of course, Mr. Joestar.” You smiled at him, handing him his and Avdol’s dry laundry. “I’m almost done with dinner, I just have to finish steaming the rice.” 

“Be a dear and bring it to me when it’s done, hm?” He smiled, closing the door. You felt your smile slip, but wiped your eyes, heading to Jotaro and Polnareff’s room and knocking on the door.

“It’s open!” 

You sighed, shifting the finished laundry to have a better grip on it, and opened the door. 

“Laundry’s done, dinner will be done in a few.” You set Jotaro’s laundry on his bed, surpressing a cough when smoke from his cigarette entered your lungs. He put it out immediately, his eyes following you as you crossed the room and handed Polnareff his clean clothes. “I’ll bring it to you when it’s done, so get some rest, okay? Iggy’s taken care of, he’s sleeping on my bed right now.” 

They both mumbled out a thanks, and you returned to your hotel room, swallowing the lump in your throat, bumping into the chest of a stranger, your apology dying on your lips when said stranger’s stand wrapped around your throat and constricted. 

You activated your stand Medusa, feeling your hair transform into the white snakes you knew well. You tilted your head up, only for the stand to constrict even tighter, causing you to choke as its tail forced its way into your mouth and down your throat. 

Struggling, you reached out your hands, grasping the stand and taking the heat from its blood. The user froze, his stand flickering and dissipating. You coughed, falling to your knees as your vision went in and out of focus, massaging your bruised throat. The stand user’s eyes followed you as you stood. The expression in them turned pleading as you pushed him towards the window, muffled screams leaving his throat when you opened it. 

With great difficulty, you pushed him over the ledge, watching as he fell to the ground and shattered to pieces. You exhaled, your body starting to steam as your stand rapidly raised the temperature of your own blood.

Forty five minutes later, you balanced plates in your arms, taking dinner to Jotaro and Polnareff’s room first, avoiding their eyes as you set it down. You hadn’t realized your stand was still active, your snakes hissing in dissent. 

Leaving without a word, you knocked on Mr. Joestar’s door. 

“That took longer than usual, hm?” He leaned against the doorframe, grinning down at you, and something in you snapped. Your snakes hissed at him. 

“Well my FUCKING bad, Mr. Joestar. I’m so sorry that I’m taking care of everybody’s extra SHIT.  I’m fucking sorry that I was attacked by a stand user in my own god damn hotel room, and I’m fucking so god damn sorry that I had to remake the rice because while I was being choked to death, the rice had turned to inedible mush. So my FUCKING bad that dinner took ‘longer than usual’ today.” 

Your snakes hissed as you slammed the dinner plates in his hands, steam radiating off of your body. Turning on your heel, you stormed back to your hotel room, slamming the door shut behind you.

Later that night, you sat against the wall, eating the egg and mushy rice that was ruined, tears sliding down your face. You had long since retracted your stand, your normal hair dripping from your shower. 

Your door opened, and you looked up to see Jotaro, immediately scrambling to wipe your eyes and hide your bruised neck. 

“Mm, Jotaro, what can I do for you?” Your voice was soft and hoarse from your ordeal. He shut the door behind him, sliding down to sit next to you. 

“Nothing. I just thought you could use the company.” He looked down at you, his eyes flashing when he saw your bloodied lips. He reached over, tilting your chin up, studying the deep bruises imprinted on your neck. “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital? That stand could have crushed your windpipe.” 

“I’ll just... I’ll just have Mr. Joestar use his hamon to heal me later, when I’m not- when I’ve calmed down.” 

Jotaro studied you apprehensively, and you crumpled under his scrutiny, more tears welling in your eyes and spilling down your face.

“I’m just so tired, Jotaro. I haven’t had a chance to catch my breath since Mr. Joestar and I left New York. Everyone always needs something, and I don’t have anything left in me. I can’t do it anymore.” 

He remained silent, his arm winding around you as you leaned against him and cried. 

Even hours later, he remained, after you’d worn yourself out and dozed off against his side. His eyes grew heavy as well. Not wanting to fall asleep on the floor, he lifted you, careful not to wake you, and used Star Platinum to shoo Iggy off of the bed. 

He set you down, tucking you in, a small smile quirking his lips when he saw the way your hair had dried. He cleaned up the room as quietly as he could, casting one last glance at you before slipping out. 

-

“Madam Joestar, your husband says it’s perfectly fine for you to attend the banquet. Mhm. Oh, absolutely! The blue dress would look lovely on you, Madam. Of course, I’ll tell him to call you tonight. Hm? Of course not, Ma’am. No, he’s not overworking me. I sound tired? No, no, the reception is just a little choppy. I assure you, I’m doing just fine.” 

You leaned against the wall, twirling the phone cord in your free hand. “Of course, Madam. I’ll let him know. You have a wonderful time.” You turned, hanging up the phone, coughing deeply into your elbow. 

Mr Joestar stood to the side, his arms crossed, looking concerned. 

“We’ve been taking advantage of you.” He tilted your chin up, studying your bruises. “I don’t think I’ll be able to heal this with my hamon, so you should probably see a doctor today.” 

“Can you at least try?” It came out more pleading than intended, but you really wanted to avoid any more hospital bills. 

“I can try, but I can’t guarantee anything.” He worked for a moment, warmth radiating from his fingertips. “If this doesn’t work, You can keep Kakyoin company for a while.” 

“Okay.” 

You hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

[fbfh]

thankful for my (found) family - demisquad + reader thanksgiving special

2.4k

platonic everyone + reader, implied future/potential leo x reader if you look real close, thalia has a girlfriend that I had to make up bc they never mention hunters of artemis but go off rick, calypso is not included bc she acts more like an antagonist imo, gif doesn’t have anything to do with it besides nostalgia lmao

happy thanksgiving <33

You and Leo are cooking in the kitchen 

You have been all day

The doorbell rings, and Annabeth goes to answer, binder full of travel plans in hand

“That should be-”

Clarisse enters with a loud greeting and a hug to everyone in arms reach

Percy’s loud cheers echo from the living room as he calls out the new score of the football game he’s keeping everyone updated on

She drops her bag, hopping over the back of the couch to watch with Percy

“Woah woah, catch me up Jackson! What'd I miss?”

Hazel is helping Rachel make cute diy table settings and party favors 

Rachel, as with most art projects she takes on, is very focused on making it Martha Stewart levels of cute and amazing 

Frank and Piper are keeping everyone updated on the parade 

Frank pops down the stairs, calling out, “The last performance just ended, the dog show starts in 5!”

Hazel drops what she's doing and exclaims, “THERE’S A DOG SHOW?!” 

She runs upstairs to watch with Frank, her yellow dress swishing behind her

You chuckle, calling over to Annabeth as you mix batter in a bowl, " Hey Annabeth, how are the travel plans looking?"

She shuffles through some papers in her binder

"Magnus and Alex had another layover, but they should still be able to make it in time. Thalia and her hunter friend will be here in 10, and Travis's flight got delayed because of a sudden snow storm."

"Really?" You reply, "This time of year? That's pretty ironic for a son of Hermes..."

"I know, I'm looking at some shuttle services to see if that would be faster…" Annabeth replies

Nico enters, stealing a couple appetizers, "This is so stupid, I could just go get him."

Will, right behind him, eats the appetizer Nico hands him and replies, "No you can't. Doctors orders."

Nico starts to protest 

Will shoots him a look 

"Boyfriend's orders."

Nico tries in vain to stare him down,  "… Va’ a farti fottere." he says, cracking a smile

"Love you too," Will counters 

You and Leo shoo them out of the kitchen before they steal more of your recipes

Jason and Grover walk by with a bunch of pillows and blankets, setting up guest rooms. 

Grover calls through the pile of fluff he's carrying, "Hey, we're gonna need a few more pillows-"

Jason, over his pile of bedding, corrects, "A lot more!" And Annabeth runs over to help carry some of the blankets he's about to drop

"-A lot more pillows…"

You grab your keys

"okay uh… Grover, do you want to head to the store to get some more pillows-"

Leo, vigorously sautéing something adds over his shoulder, "And basil! And, uh… red wine vinegar, olive oil, and potatoes."

You rip a piece of paper off the notepad on the fridge and scribble a quick list 

You're probably going to need some more ice, too 

Tyson, very distressed, holds up an empty container of mellowcream pumpkins, declaring, "THERE'S NO MORE BABY PUMPKINS!" :(

you loudly add candy pumpkins to the list

Rachel approaches. 

"Are you going to the store?"

"Yeah," you reply, "how's crafting going? You need anything? "

"We're almost out of glitter and mod podge. It's not looking good. We could use some more fake leaves, warm toned glitter, and rhinestones - the nice ones."

Grover looks slightly lost 

You narrate as you add to the list, "Fancy rhinestones, mod podge, fake leaves, red, yellow, orange, and brown glitter…"

Tyson, still distressed, yells, "AND BABY PUMPKINS!"

:(

You hold up the paper, "Already on the list, bud, Grover's gonna get them!"

"What if he gets the wrong kind?" Tyson asks 

You, turn to Grover quietly, "Grover, can you take Tyson?"

Grover nods

"Hey Tyson, Grover has a lot of stuff to get, could you go be his shopping buddy? That way you can pick out the right baby pumpkins."

He doesn't look convinced

He wants to keep working on a secret project he’s been doing out by the garage

"And…" you add, sweetening the deal, "you can get two candies for the way home."

He agrees

You turn to Grover; "I'll call you guys an uber-"

"I'll drive."

You all turn around, shocked to see Reyna awake. 

You thought she was still passed out 

She showed up at 9am and immediately fell asleep from traveling all night 

"Reyna, hi! Are you sure-"

"We'll be fine, I need to stretch my legs a little." She proves by rolling her shoulders

"Okay, as long as you're sure," you hand her the paper, re-entering the kitchen

She takes the paper from your hand as you shut off the beeping timer and grab a pair of oven mitts from the drawer

Reyna examines the paper, "...This is a weird list. Where are we supposed to get all this?"

Leo moves to the side as you pull out the rolls from the oven, using tongs to set them on a wire cooling rack, "Maybe target?"

Leo, still very focused on cooking, announces, "If you get me generic brand spices I will burn this place to the ground."

"O-kay," you turn back to Reyna, laughing, "there's a Wegmans and a Joanne's right next to the TJ Maxx, you can probably find everything there."

"We'll be back within the hour." She states, taking your keys. 

Rachel meets her at the door. "Here, use my card. Also, make sure you get the flat backed swarovski crystals. And please pick some glitter with a nice color shift!"

You remind them to call or text with any questions and be safe

Heading back into the kitchen, you fill up a big bowl with carrots, celery, cucumbers, and mushrooms

You grab two cutting boards, knives, peelers, and a plastic bag for the peels, tips, and tails

You set it all down on the coffee table in front Percy and Clarisse

“Can you guys get the relish tray started?” 

They agree, and immediately return to yelling at the referee

You shake your head laughing, and head back to the kitchen

“How we looking, Sparky?”

“Stuffing cups just went up in the oven, pie crust dough is chilling, and the green beans are almost done sauteeing. Rolls are cooling - could you stir the cranberry sauce? - and… the turkey is going up as soon as the stuffing is out.”

You stir the sauce as you continue talking

“Great! We’re making good time so far. Oh, I found a recipe for brown sugar pie, which Frank requested - apparently it’s a Canadian Thanksgiving thing - so I figured if you’re doing turkey I can handle the pies.” 

He pours some cooking wine into the pan, and shakes it as the alcohol burns off

“Sounds like a plan, babycakes.” 

You laugh at the nickname, and grab butter, salt, some herbs, and a stick blender to finish the potatoes

A few minutes later, you hear the door open 

Reyna and the boys are back already? That was quick

You wonder if they need help bringing groceries in

“Eeeey get over here you knucklehead!” 

Bags drop, and you hear Jason laughing in protest

You poke your head out of the kitchen, and see Thalia with Jason in a headlock

In spite of the fact that he’s about half a foot taller than her, she’s still noogie-ing him, pretending she can’t hear him objecting through his laughs

She finally lets him go, greeting everyone as he adjusts his glasses

She bear hugs Annabeth, punches Percy in the arm, and high fives and hugs pretty much everyone else

You run up the stairs to the guest room Grover was setting up before he left

You finish making the bed head back down, meeting Frank and Hazel on the way 

"Oh, Hazel, what did you think of the dog show?"

"It blew my wig!" She says giddily 

A confused smile settles on your face

"It was awesome and she loved it," Frank translates smoothly

He and Will are understandably best at deciphering 40s slang

Thalia is introducing everyone to Amber, a girl she’d met on the hunt and become really close with

You greet her, and turn to Thalia

“Your room is all set up if you wanna get settled in,” you turn to Amber, “and yours will be ready soon,” 

They share a look

“Oh,” Thalia starts grabbing their bags, “that’s fine, we can share a room. We share a tent on the hunt all the time, right Ambie?”

"Oh,”

And then it clicks

“yeah, however you’re comfortable.”

You grab one of the bags, and help them upstairs

“Why don’t you guys take a while to settle in, I’ll tell the others you’re resting.”

They thank you, and you start to leave

“By the way,” you poke your head back in, “you two seem really cute together. Welcome to the family, Amber.” 

She blushes and Thalia gives you an appreciative look

You nod and head back down

You let the others know they’re going to nap for a little while, and not to wake them up

“Hey, any travel updates?” You ask Annabeth, on your way back into the kitchen

“Alex just texted, she and Magnus are finally on their way, should be here in the next few hours. As for Travis…” 

She holds out her phone, showing you Travis’s tiktok

He’s filming the mirror in the airport bathroom

“So uh, my flight’s delayed, I’m bored, I’m gonna fuck with some people,” he holds out a hand full of stickers that look like outlets

He records himself putting them around the airport, then gets people’s reactions when they try to use them

He ends the video asking for more prank ideas

You look back up at Annabeth, holding back a laugh, “Seems like he’s doing okay,” 

“Oh,” she replies, “that’s not all.”

She scrolls up, showing the next prank video where Travis goes around the airport having fake phone conversations to get people’s reactions

Conversation topics including ‘I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but slept with your grandma’, ‘hey bro I can’t come to the party, also turns out I’m going to be your stepdad’, ‘hey dude remember that old lady we used to cat sit for? Well, I found out I got chlamydia from her, so…’, and ‘yeah man, I’m so excited for the poetry slam. Also, it turns out my jazz fever is actually syphilis.’. 

Your hand flies over your mouth, trying not to laugh loudly enough to wake Thalia and Amber

“Yeah,” Annabeth says, fighting her own laughter, “he’s doing okay.”

You start putting together ingredients for pie filling

“That is the most in character thing I could have imagined,” you laugh, and Annabeth shows Leo the videos

“There’s a bunch more, too,” she adds, “Around making tiktoks, he found a bus heading this way. He’ll be here in a few hours.” 

“Cutting it close,” you muse, filling pies, “I’m glad he’s not stuck at the airport though. How about Connor?” 

“Haven’t heard much from him, but he said he'll be here in time for dinner."

A little while later, Thalia and Amber re enter, joining Percy and Clarisse in the living room 

The door opens shortly after, and Tyson enters, arms full of containers of candy pumpkins 

Reyna and Grover are right behind him

You take Grover's bags, announcing that Thalia got here a little while ago

He bleats excitedly and runs to hug her, Reyna right on his heels

Piper and Tyson bring in the rest of the groceries

Tyson sets down the last bags in the kitchen, looks out the window, yells, "IT'S ALMOST SUNSET!", and runs back out into the back yard, presumably to finish his mystery project 

Everyone eventually makes their way to the living room, nibbling on appetizers and watching classic Thanksgiving specials 

The food is almost done, all that's left is decorating the pies and a little tidying up 

You walk over to Leo, placing your hand on his shoulder 

He looks up at you

"Why don't you go take a quick shower and change before dinner," you muse, knowing the hoodie and jeans he's been cooking in all day isn't the outfit he'd picked out, "I'll wrap things up in here,"

He thanks you, dramatically presses a kiss to your forehead, and exits the kitchen 

You decorate the pies distractedly, catching the doorbell right before the second ring 

You smile at the people about to enter

"Annabeth," you call, "Magnus and Alex are here!" 

She drops what she's doing, and runs over to greet them 

Leo is back down stairs a short while later 

His brick red hoodie replaced with a burgundy one - his fancy hoodie as he calls it - a heavy flannel layered on top, and a beanie pulled over his almost dry hair

His pyrokinesis makes you forget how cold he gets sometimes 

You're about to go upstairs to change out of your cooking clothes when Tyson enters dramatically 

"The surprise is done!"

Everyone files outside to see what Tyson made as he leads you all out to the garage 

Perfectly attached to the side, is a very small horse stable 

"Wow!" Percy starts, "Great job, dude!"

Tyson is beaming as he's showered with confused praise 

"So uh," Percy ventures, "what did you build it for?"

"Maybe something like this?!" Descending voices declare in unicen 

Travis and Connor land in front of you on no other than Blackjack

Everyone erupts into cheers

“I thought you were stuck at the airport! What about those tiktoks?”

“Saved in my drafts, baby!” Travis laughs

Percy greets Blackjack and everyone else heads back inside with Travis and Connor 

You run upstairs to shower quickly and change, and are back downstairs just in time for appetizers and drinks 

You're about to take a sip of coffee when the door opens 

An irregular set of footsteps echoes into the room, along with a familiar voice 

"Ah, children, I hope there's room for one more," 

Everyone turns in surprise as Chiron enters the room 

After lots of warm excited greetings and making sure he has a warm cup of tea, he settles in to chat for a while

"I was on my way to meet with my more, ah, rambunctious cousins, but I couldn't let a day like today pass without stopping by."

After two cups of tea and lovely conversations, Chiron heads out to meet up with the other party ponies 

Thalia, Percy, and Will get all the food on the dining room table while Rachel makes the finishing touches to the centerpieces 

Everyone finds their seat, and you make the first toast

"I think I can speak for everyone when I say I'm thankful for you guys - my found family."

Every glass is raised

You can all drink to that. 

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I Like Me Better | 24b - A Night to Remember

~ A Wayv Social Media AU Series ~

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Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?

Pairing: Reader x Xiao Jun

Themes and Warnings: Explicit language, mild sexual content, mild violence and references to drinking/alcohol. Deals with themes of toxic masculinity, insecurity, gaslighting (sort of), and jealousy…

Start Date: 5th Nov 2020

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Word Count: 1.6k (i swear i did not mean for it to be this long lmao) Warnings: Tbh this is just a whole load of fluff. I may or may not have gotten a bit carried away...

You arrived back at your apartment in high spirits, laughing with yangyang as he tripped up the steps, falling onto your landing with a thud. “Agh that never happened!” Yangyang cackled, dragging himself up off the floor and brushing off his pants. “You moron,” you joked, sidling past him towards your door, fishing the key out of your coat pocket.

You sighed, chuckling to yourself as you slid the key in the lock, swinging the door open and standing against it to allow Yangyang in. “Go get some water and get yourself to bed, you mess” you called after Yangyang as he wandered into your apartment and down the hall to your kitchen, yapping on to himself about something or other. “I’m just going to go get Bella!” Letting Yangyang sort himself out, you shut the door behind you after dropping your bag in the hall and ambled up the stairs with a smile plastered on your face.

“Hey,” Xiaojun greeted, grinning at you as he answered the door. “Hey!” You grinned back at him, shuffling into his apartment as he let you in, shutting the door behind you. “Looks like you had a good day,” Xiaojun stated as he led you through into the living room. “Yeah, honestly it was amazing! Everything went so well, and well, I just feel super happy right now,” you babbled, still high from the day’s excitement, the adrenaline and the buzz of the two cocktails not yet having worn off. “How was your day? Did Bella behave?” You came to a stop by the dining table. “Yeah, she’s been perfect! We went for a couple of walks like you said, and she’s eaten plenty. She’s sleeping again now,” Xiaojun answered, nodding to the sofa where bella was curled up on another blanket. You cooed at the sight, uwu-ing over you and Yangyang’s little baby and how well she seemed to get on with Xiaojun. “Thanks for this Dejun, it means a lot” you said quietly, stepping closer to him so you could wrap your arms around his neck and press a small kiss to his lips. Xiaojun’s arms baring his rolled up hoodie sleeves, looped around your waist in response, settling your body against his in a warm embrace. “No problem, I’m glad you had a good day”.

You didn’t know whether it was just the adrenaline still in your system or the fact that you were now undeniably romantically attracted to Xiaojun, but unable to fight the urge, you pressed your lips to his again, this time with more passion, your body pressing against him as your lips danced with his. Thankfully, Xiaojun returned the kiss with just as much passion, his hands sliding up your waist as you opened your mouth, letting his tongue slide in, moving perfecty against yours.

As your hands gripped feverishly at Xiaojun’s collar, he moved you so you were pressed up against the table, and moving his hands to the back of your thighs he hoisted you up to sit on it, slotting nicely into the space between your legs. Soon, every part of your body was on fire with want, and you knew this was it. You wanted him.

Pulling away from the kiss, you looked up into his deep brown eyes with a newfound determination. “I think I’m ready” you whispered breathlessly, unable to deny the throbbing in your core. “You’re sure?” Xiaojun voiced, just as your jacket began slipping down your shoulders, and you shrugged it off, showing you were ready to be his for the night. “Yes.” You nodded, and with that you were in the air, being carried towards the bedroom for a night to remember.

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The next morning, you were awoken by the familiar feeling of something moving across your torso, and opened your eyes to see Bella had made her way into the bedroom and was clambering over you towards your face, wanting attention. “Hey girl!” you whispered, giggling as you picked her up off your stomach to cuddle her closer to your chest. “Thank you for being such a good girl yesterday, we’ll go home soon and get you some breakfast, don’t you worry” you cooed at her, petting her small, soft head. Looking around, you realised Xiaojun was still asleep, his chest steadily rising and falling with his breath, his expression looking unusually peaceful. A smirk emerged on your face as an idea popped into your head. “Hey Bella,” you whispered. “Why don’t we wake up Dejun huh?” Wiggling yourself to sit up slightly, you picked Bella up again and set her down right by Xiaojun’s face, and as you suspected, she began nuzzling against him, licking his face as she often did to you or Yangyang in the morning.

Xiaojun’s face twitched and his eyes flickered open as he responded to Bella’s attacks. “Wha-?!“ he started, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light and he realised what was going on. “Oh, hey Bella.” Xiaojun chuckled, raising his hands in an attempt to pick Bella up and stop her from slobbering all over his face. You giggled and your heart swelled as you watched your new beau play with your doggo, not even mad she’d woken him up and witnessing this, you felt a sense of joy. You realised that giving Xiaojun a chance to show you his true self may have been one of the bet decisions you’d ever made, because right now, you were falling head over heels for him.

“Morning,” you laughed as Bella finally ceased her attacks, opting to curl up under the covers between the two of you while Xiaojun turned to you, realising you were awake already. “Heh, morning,” he said rolling over properly to look at you, reaching out to pet Bella. “Sorry about that,” you chuckled, absolutely not sorry at all. “She came in here and I couldn’t resist”. Xiaojun smiled. “Well there’s worse ways to wake up…” he uttered, gazing at you softly, his attention now all on you instead of Bella.

You stared back at him temporarily dazed by the romanticness of the moment and Xiaojun reached out, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. “True…” you breathed, mentally scolding your heart for pounding so damn loud. It was a small gesture compared to the activities of last night, but nevertheless it sent your head spinning. With Bella snuggled between you and Xiaojun looking at you with such adoring eyes, you couldn’t help but imagine that this was exactly how life might be everyday if Xiaojun asked you to be his girlfriend, and you definitely didn’t dislike that idea, but there were certainly a few hurdles you needed to get over before that could happen. One being to tell Kun about your newfound relationship with the boy he despised and hope he didn’t try to throttle him or get him evicted.

“How are you feeling?” Xiaojun questioned as you sat up, pulling yourself out of your thoughts. Thankfully you needn’t feel self conscious as the comforter fell away, since Xiaojun had lent you one of his grey shirts to sleep in, wanting to make sure you were warm and comfortable. “Hm pretty good”, you hummed, not hiding the knowing smile that adorned your face. You knew exactly what he meant by that. Xiaojun mirrored your actions, sitting up as he spoke. “Well, I think that was a pretty good way to celebrate…” You giggled, “yeah, it was.”

Feeling Bella pawing at you again you sighed, realising you needed to get her home for food and take her out so she didn’t end up pooping in Xiaojun’s apartment. “I hate to leave, but this one needs feeding, and walking” you said, scooping Bella up in your arms. “Sure” Xiaojun replied lifting the covers to reveal his toned, tank-top clad torso, before climbing out of bed and slipping into his sliders. You followed suit, putting Bella back on the floor and proceeding to gather your belongings as Xiaojun helped, handing you your coat and pants. You didn’t bother changing, because it was only a flight of stairs back to yours and you knew Yangyang would be out, so you’d be able to slip back and into the shower without arousing suspicion.

Walking out into the living room you stuffed your clothes into the bag of toys and essentials you’d left for xiaojun to bring up for Bella which he’d already packed neatly away last night. “You got everything baby?” Xiaojun called from the kitchen island where he was filling up his water bottle. ‘Baby?’ You thought. You could get used to that. He’d said it a number of times last night, but hearing him call you that in such a relaxed context felt especially nice.

“I think so!” you replied cheerfully, slinging the bag over your shoulder. “If not you can come get it later” Xiaojun iterated, having gulped down some water, sauntering back over to you and stopping just in front of you, followed by a chipper looking Bella. “Yeah sure. Thanks again for looking after her” you said, pressing a small kiss to Xiaojun’s lips, before bending down to scoop Bella up so she didn’t have to negotiate the stairs on your way back down to your place. “No problem,” xiaojun replied modestly, walking with you to the door. “I’ll see you later then?” “Yeah, I have a couple days off, so just text me if you wanna hang out.” You replied, before Xiaojun gave you another kiss, Bella sandwiched between the two of you. “Sure” he said pulling away and opening the door for you. “Bye then!” you cheered, before heading back down the stairs to your apartment.

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Empires on the Horizon XVI

Jason is a CEO: Part XVI

okay wow it has been a hooottt minute since i’ve updated a multi-chap fic and an even hotter minute since i’ve updated this one. so here’s a recap:

jase and zoe broke up, because she is being forced by her father to marry someone else (who that may be is yet to be revealed). jason has finally had enough and at the insistence of his friends he packs up on a holiday to Panarea (in italy) where he is delightedly shocked to discover Percy Jackson is currently working, and oh no.....would you look at that......the hotel messed up their reservations and now they have to share the same room, and the same bed. lmao they’re dorks.

here’s how the last chapter ended:

“Let’s just stay together? We’re friends. We know each other, we trust each other, and it’ll be less hassle than trying to find a room for either of us.”

“But there’s only one bed?” His brain was short-circuiting.

It shut down altogether when the man before him smirked. “Well i can keep my hands to myself, if you promise to.”

“I-” What is stopping him from saying yes? Why should he say no?

“It’s totally okay if you don’t want to.” Percy’s expression was so gentle, and it turned every weathered rock in Jason to gemstone.

“Yes.” He said firmly. “Let’s share the room.”

It was only when they got back to the hotel did Jason realise they were still holding hands. He wondered if they’d find each other like that in their dreams too. They did.

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Jason awoke to an arm slung over his waist and soft breaths fanning the bare skin of his back. Bright sunlight streamed through the windows, bringing with it the heat that was sure to get unbearable. He thought he’d feel uncomfortable with someone touching him in weather like this but Percy seemed to be cool, and gods did he look cute with his messy black curls, and brown skin that absorbed rays of light and turned it into magic.

They had promised each other that they’d keep to their sides of the bed and refrain from mauling one another in the night, but it seemed like they had gravitated together anyhow. And Percy was certainly a cuddler. 

A knock sounded and with groaning realisation he saw the clock on the wall read ten am. They were out later than either of them had realised. 

“Jackson,” He nudged the man gently, “I think you need to get up.”

A mumbled response sunk into his skin as soft lips brush against his back. Jason went completely still, the sensation running along his nerves like hot wires. 

“You okay?” Another mumble filtered through his delirium. 

“I’m fine,” He managed to choke out, “I think we need to get up though. Room service is already here.”

That sparked movement. Suddenly green eyes were wide open, and cheeks, streaked with the creases of the pillow, were red with panic. “What is the time?” 

“It’s ten am,” He pointed to the clock. 

“Fuck!” Percy practically leaped out of bed and slammed his shoulder into the door frame as he skidded into the bathroom.

Jason heard the shower go on, and an electric toothbrush whirr to life, and then he heard a multitude of curse words, a loud bang and some groans of pain.

“Er,” He should go in there and make sure his friend was still alive. “Jackson?” He stepped into the bathroom and was not at all prepared for the sight that greeted him.

There, tangled in his pants, toothpaste stains on his face, and the shower soaking the bathroom floor was Dr. Percy Jackson.

“Do you need help?”

“This is not how this morning was supposed to go,” The dark-haired man garbled, looking hopelessly at the mess he had created.

Jason hid a smile as he bent down to help tug Percy’s pants off him, “And how was the morning supposed to go.”

Green eyes clashed with his, the toothbrush still whirring in his mouth. “I was supposed to wake up early and order a buffet for breakfast and then as we stuffed ourselves-” he cut off, choking on the toothpaste. 

Jason couldn’t hide his amusement, and burst out laughing at Percy’s subsequent glare. Standing up and tossing the pants in the wash basket, he offered his hand to his friend, who took it gratefully before heading to the sink to finish brushing his teeth.

“What were we going to do while we ate?” He asked, leaning against the basin, one leg crossed over the other.

“I was going to feed you maple-covered waffles and answer some emails, and you were going to read that book I know you brought.”

“Are we an old married couple in this scenario?” He quirked a brow, lips twitching.

Percy frowned, stripping off his underwear and stepping into the heat of the shower. “I’m just trying to start our future early.” 

Jason watched those glorious back muscles ripple, as water streaked down, but he refused to follow its path, not daring to go lower than the small dip of that spine. He didn’t even know why he was still in the bathroom, why he was being such a creeper, but his feet were superglued to the floor. He couldn’t move even if a crowbar tried to pry him away.

“Are you not agreeing with my vision?” A muffled voice drifted around him.

He attempted to come back to reality but it was proving near impossible. “Uh no-” He stuttered, “I think it’s a solid plan.” His eyes traced the sharp angles of that jaw, and the strong-bridged nose, and black hair matted to beautiful brown skin. He was sure he was dreaming. There could be no other explanation for the surrealness of the moment.

“Jase?” Percy touched his arm gently, skin hot from the shower. “You okay?”

He startled into the world so fast he felt dizzy. Where on earth had he gone? To another dimension it seemed. “Oh gods i’m so sorry,” He groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “I just watched you shower like a complete pervert.”

His friend smirked, and then he was laughing. “Who says i didn’t enjoy it?”

The blush that raced across his skin was enough to dull rubies. He didn’t know where to look, or how to breathe, or what he was made of. He was simply an untied balloon barreling towards the nearest thorn bush. “You,” He managed to choke, “Are going to be the death of me doctor.”

“Good,” He heard the smirk like violins, “Maybe then I won't feel like I'm falling straight to the bottom of the ocean all by myself.”

Jason peeked through his fingers, watching as Percy finished up and flitted around the room, trying to still the heart that threatened to beat out his rib cage and into a drum set. It was an ache in his chest, how much he felt for this man. How much he wanted him.

“So i’m going to be in and out for the next few days but i’m going to work my butt off so i can have Thursday and Friday off. I’m sorry for being a terrible roommate but i don’t think i’ll make meals until then.” He could see the regret in the doctor’s eyes, turning that vibrant green a shade like dying leaves.

“No,” He shook his head, “Seriously it’s not a problem. You do what you have to.” He couldn’t believe his friend felt bad for leaving him, when they hadn’t even known they’d be here together. It said enough about Percy's character that Jason was trying very hard not to bundle the man up in blankets and kiss his cheeks until the guilt of the past stopped carving valleys between his brows. Instead he hugged him, accidentally letting his lips brush against Percy's neck, just above his collar as he pulled away. Accidentally. The squeeze at his waist let him know his accident was well received.

“Goodbye Jackson.” He smiled as he watched the doctor race down the hall. A ringed wave was the response before he disappeared around the corner.

Jason closed the door, leaning against it with an expression made from coffee foam and whipped cream. He couldn't imagine a morning as peaceful as that one, not in days, months, years? With a satisfied sigh he flopped back into bed, inhaling the ocean scent of Percy that lingered across the sheets like cool waters on a summer evening. The plan for the day was that there was no plan. Thalia had chosen well by booking this little place. He wouldn’t be distracted by touristy things ergo he couldn’t possibly do anything else but relax. So he snuggled into the pillows and stared at the ceiling and fell half asleep and listened to the wind and felt the heat creep across his skin and he just let himself be.

His thoughts were as wild as the tides and sometimes they spilled like ocean water across his cheeks. But then he’d drift off to a dream and wake up to the sound of people laughing and cars sputtering and footsteps stomping past his door and all of a sudden nothing felt too far away.

He was sad. He was sad enough to wonder if sadness was all he knew. His ex boyfriend, who he had loved like stars loved darkness, had broken down his dream and rebuilt it as a nightmare. He managed to wake up. His girlfriend, who he could have loved given time, had tied all the fraying parts of his heart to the wheel of a car and pressed accelerate. He managed to cut himself free. His girlfriend, who he had loved outright and bold, had danced him to the edge of a cliff and left him with one foot already going over. Had he managed to catch himself before reaching the bottom?

It was a question that kept him occupied through the day. Through the breakfast he ate slowly. Through the sleep he found restlessly when his mind wouldn’t focus on the book he’d brought. Through the very late lunch he gobbled down like his stomach would start a rebellion if it didn’t get it’s due. Through the golden sunset he sat at the window and watched.

But it was finally when he sunk to the floor of the shower, letting the water hit his back like welcome rain, that he had an answer; and with it the question of “What came next?” That answer, he knew, would come later. Clear and bright and ready to be grabbed with teeth and hands and love.

So he finished his shower, and changed into loose cotton pants and a shirt that he didn’t bother to button. A walk on the beach didn’t require formality.

The sand was soft on his feet, different to the way New York beaches felt. And the ocean was a richer blue, as if he were being introduced to colour for the first time and this was how water was supposed to look. He supposed places like this weren’t called paradise on earth for nothing. The last dregs of sunlight skittered across the water, as if playing with it. His fingers itched to paint the scene but with nothing but the sand at his fingertips he simply took in the view, and let his mind form the painting he couldn’t.

The air was cooler here, not as sticky, but that didn’t mean the heat wasn’t ever present, scorching the sand like coal hearths. His feet would be blistered if it weren’t so late into the evening. Any earlier and he may have been hopping around like a scared crab. The image was enough to make him giggle to himself. It’s a sound he misses, and one he loved enough to leave him smiling.

“Care to share, comedian?” A smooth voice called from behind him. 

He turned around, whipped faster than the wind, to see Percy walking towards him, a grin on his handsome face.

“I was picturing myself as a scared crab.”

Dark eyebrows raised in confusion, before rich laughter burst into the air. Jason swore it turned the night into magic. “Maybe I should have left you in peace.” The doctor shook his head. 

“Who says you’re disrupting it?” He tilted his head, before starting on his walk once more.

He didn’t see the look that crossed his friend’s face, like comfort turned to being.

“What did you do today?”

“Self reflection,” He said into the air, into the world, into himself. “How about you?”

“Oh you know, a little lab work here, a little analysis there.” Percy shrugged.

“Tell me more,” He prompted.

The look of surprise on his friend’s face made him want to throttle anyone who’s ever stopped this man from talking.

“You sure?” It was hesitant, it was heartbreaking.

“I can’t promise to understand everything so I may have questions but if you’re willing to indulge me I want to hear all about it.”

With a look that spoke of worlds beyond their comprehension Percy launched into a detailed play-by-play of his day. He answered every question with patience and sparkling eyes, and there were many questions. By the time they got back to their hotel the crescent moon was their only source of light in the inky blackness of the sky and his stomach was growling enough that he knew he couldn’t afford to snack for supper.

“Want to go to the restaurant for dinner?” He tilted his head to the opposite side of the lobby where grand doors opened and closed periodically. 

“I uh,” His friend winced, “I have some work today so i’m going to head to the room.”

“Okay,” He shrugged smiling, “I’ll meet you up there later.”

“Uh yea,” Percy’s face held an expression he didn’t quite know how to interpret. “See you then.”

“Want me to bring something up for you?”

“No, no, don’t worry about me.” Black curls bounced as he shook his head. 

They parted ways, Jason only slightly confused by the weird turn his friend’s mood took, and decided he’d bring back a chocolate brownie if nothing else.

As he sat down at a table, observing the grand balustrades and curtained windows he felt suddenly alone. It wasn’t a feeling he let himself be consumed by but just the fact that it was there had him reaching for his phone. With a few taps he was calling Leo, knowing it’d be early morning for them.

“Hello,” A cheery voice crackled through his earphone. It was enough to settle all the worried nerves hidden between his ribcage.

Their conversation was bright and energetic, Leo being a morning person; he even got a few grunts out of Annabeth, who was decidedly not. Everything was okay with his company and more importantly his friends were fine.

“I found a person we know here,” He mumbled, trying to keep his voice and excitement quiet.

“Who?” Leo was practically vibrating. Even Annabeth looked at the camera with blurry eyed curiosity.

“Uh Percy.” He scratched the back of his neck, shyness crawling across his skin.

“Oh,” His friend’s eyes widened. “What is he doing there?”

“Work,” This was fine. This was safe. Nobody was jumping to any conclusions.

“Are you sure you didn’t run away to get married?”

And there went all his hope of having reasonable friends. “No!” He hissed. “And besides I didn't run away, you guys forced me to go.”

“Well it’s done you good. I can finally see some colour in those pasty cheeks.” Brown eyes sparkled with mischief. 

Before Jason could respond another call was interrupting. “Zoe Nightshade” flashed across the screen.

“Uh Leo,” He frowned at his phone. “I’ll call you back.”

“Everything okay?” He heard the worry like tv static.

“I hope so.” The furrow between his brows didn’t disappear. 

And then he hung up on his best friend and answered the other call.

“Oh Jason,” Relief flooded in his ear like water in a drought. “Thank you for answering.” The smooth voice of his ex-girlfriend reached him.

“Zoe,” His nerves were bow-string taught. “What’s wrong? Why are you calling me?”

“I need your help.” She answered. She sounded desperate. “I can’t marry Octavian.”

Jason Grace nearly falls off the cliff.

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Hi!! I know this is super dramatic but I was wondering if you’d be willing to write some ✨angst✨ Maybe Todoroki, Hawks, Bakugo Midoriya (take your pick if that’s too many) reacting to their s/o taking a particularly bad hit for them? Enough to knock them out of a fight. If you needed an idea for a quirk, maybe a short burst teleportation quirk? Just an idea! Thanks for taking the time to read this! 🖤

Oh man, I love drama but let’s see if I know how to write angst, and I LOVE THAT QUIRK IDEA. I had a similar idea for a fic that’s been pinned until I get ✨inspiration✨ aND HERE WE ARE. Also thank you so much for the request and for being so polite 💛

The idea I had was inspired by Vanellope von Schweetz from Wreck-It-Ralph, like a glitch quirk. I’m gonna make the 1-A boys pro hero’s for this because it’s so much more work to do it while they’re still in school, I’m cutting Izuku cause I can’t see anything but crying or our feral child in the latest update and oh man it hurts too much.

These are a fraction shorter than I would’ve liked them to be however i wrote them on my phone so they looked longer lmao

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[Master List]

Todoroki Shoto:

Hours. It’s been hours since this fight had begun, or so it felt like. You were panting heavily, Shoto watched you stand your ground firmly. You took a deep meditative breath, you smiled softly at him and glitched. You appeared on a window ledge behind the steel villain and went in to distract him while Shoto went to work. He looked around and noticed you were cornering the villain where less civilians were around. The villain turned as if to attack you but made a quick action to attack Shoto off guard, you glitched towards your husband to stop the steel needles from impacting him. “(Y/N)!” He screamed, your hand was so close but the world went black.

Shoto watched as several thick steel needles pierced through your body, you smiled softly at him and you eyes closed before you hit the ground. Tears sizzled before they could run down his cheeks, he saw red and froze the villain quickly. He didn’t care about the repercussions, he didn’t care what would happen, all he wanted was for you to be alive at the end of the day.

He sat there with you in his arms as blood pooled around the two of you staining your respective uniforms. A medic removed you from his arms and he followed silently. He didn’t say anything in the ambulance, he didn’t say anything while you were in surgery, he didn’t say anything as you were transferred to a hospital room.

Days that passed turned into weeks before you opened your eyes, when you did you see his bi-colored hair as he slept snuggled into your arm leaned onto your hospital bed. You smiled softly and pet his hair with you opposing hand, a deep breath leaves you. Shoto stirs and rubs his eyes as he sits up, his left side lights aflame as his emotions run wild. “Hey.” You said, your voice was scratchy and muffled from the oxygen mask.

“Hey.” His voice shook as sat up, he clutched your hand in his and squeezed it lightly. “(Y/N)-  I- you can’t…” His words hitched in his throat.

You sighed and smiled softly again, “I’m sorry, Sho.” Tears left your eyes, you couldn’t imagine how he must feel. “My body just-“ Moved on its own, you chuckled softly at the thought.

He chuckled getting the point of what you were going to say, he kissed your forehead softly. “Try not to do that again…” He nearly whispered the words, you could felt him shaking. You couldn’t promise you wouldn’t do it again, but you could promise to try.

Takami Keigo (Hawks):

You didn’t know how he could flirt while fighting, at first sure it was cute and sure you love him but, “Hawks! Is this really the time?” You tried not to hiss at him blushing in embarrassment and frustration.

He gave his award winning smile, “Of course, Angel! How else am I supposed to keep up morale?” You snorted at his comment and rolled your eyes.

“Focus, Birdy.” You jumped out of the way before colliding with cement being thrown at you. You glitched towards the villain before he could touch the ground again, as soon as you reformed in front of him your stomach felt hot. You coughed up blood and looked down. You materialized into the villains knife, looking back at your boyfriend a tear streamed down your cheek. “Focus…” Your voice was almost a whisper as your body fell towards the earth.

“DOVE!” His cry was almost a screech. Keigo’s eyes narrowed as he sent the last of his feathers towards you to soften your landing. “THAT’S ENOUGH.” He charged towards the villain but your words echoed in his mind ‘focus’. Hawks retrieved his longest feathers that now dripped with your blood, he saw red but kept hearing your words. He made quick work incapacitating the villain before rushing to find you. You’d already been taken into an ambulance and ushered off to the emergency room.

Keigo paced enough to wear a trench into the ground while you were in surgery. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as the surgery sign turned off. He was told to rest by a nurse but refused until he saw you.

You slept for a few days before waking up, when you did he was staring at you wide eyed. He was surprised to see you awake but gods was he relieved. He wore what one might consider pajamas, his sweatpants were pulled up to his knees, his shirt and sweater were disheveled. He had dark heavy bags under his eyes the indicated he wasn’t handling you being out very well. “Angel..” He spoke softly.

You smiled and winced painfully as you adjusted, Keigo stood quickly to help you adjust the lift in the bed. “Hey Birdy..” You coughed out, “You look like hell.”

He rubbed his face and snorted, “Dove. Is this really the time?” He was grateful you could make jokes even while on deaths doorsteps.

You smirked, “How else am I supposed to keep up the morale?” You teased, quoting his comment the day of the fight. You both chuckled softly before silent set in. “I’m sorry Kei, I should’ve been paying more attention.” Your hand grazed over your newest scar.

Keigo goes to say something with a smile but it quickly drops, he looks at his  hands as they shake. “I… I don’t know what I would’ve done with out you…” He glances up at you with misty eyes. “Don’t scare me like that, (Y/N)…”

Guilt sets in your stomach as tears well in your own eyes, “I didn’t mean to-“ You reached out your arms and he climbed into the hospital bed beside you. You pet his hair until he fell asleep, you both knew this was part of being a hero but this was the last thing you wanted.

Bakugo Katsuki:

Just once, just once you’d like to have a normal date with your boyfriend. Sure, you’re both hero’s and sure, it’s not like villains had a schedule you could follow and plan around. Fuck, just once you’d love if King Murder Explosion himself would just let other hero’s handle things themselves.

You glitched around the street collecting and moving civilians, “Ground Zero, the western street is clear!” You shout up to him.

A smirk grows on his lips as he follows your lead, blasting the villain to the street you cleared. You start clearing the surrounding streets as you knew how your boyfriend was, blasty boi couldn’t avoid making a bigger mess than needed. “COME ON! SCARED?” He chided with the villain, edging him on.

The oversized criminal threw an empty car towards Katsuki who blasted it to the ground. Things being thrown and blasted back and fourth continued for a moment when you heard a cry for help. A child, you thought. You look back at the two fighting and glitched towards the sound, you teleported between rubble slowly finding your way to them. “Hey… it’s gonna be alright.” You said in a hushed toned as you found their little hand, glitching them into your arms. “Hey- Hi kiddo, I’m here now.” You pet their hair as the sobbed silently, trekking back to safety.

You could only glitch one person at a time safely, the last thing you needed was to glitch a possibly injured child into having a seizure. “(Y/N)!” You heard Katsuki shout, “LOOK OUT!!” He howled, you looked back too slow and glitched the child to safety.

By the time your quirk confirmed they had materialized safely you were struck in the head with a large chunk on concrete. Everything was dizzying and then black, “Suki..” You mumbled as you hit the ground.

The next explosion was loud, aggressive. Katsuki hadn’t seen that much rage since high school. After everything that happened and then meeting you, you the woman he wanted to marry, gods he saw red. He debilitated the villain in a series of large blasts, bellowing for medics who arrived at the scene. He screamed at them to hurry up and help you, screamed until he was sure it was burned in their brains before fizzling.

The world had never seemed so silent, everything ached. Everything was dull and lifeless as he waited for you to wake up. They claimed you’d be fine, Recovery Girl had come to see you. Now was just a waiting game, Katauki’s patience was thin but he’d wait for you for the rest of his life.

You woke that evening to quiet bickering, you can hear Katsuki on the phone. You assumed it was Kirishima, you smirked thinking about how much your boyfriend has calmed down in the passed years. “No, I couldn’t ask her! You really think I had the time? We’re in the fuCKING HOSPITAL!” He hissed.

You hummed, “..Suki?” You ask, he disconnects the line as soon as he heard your voice and walks over to your bed.

“Why didn’t you teleport to safety?” He jeered.

You sigh and look at the ceiling, “I had a child with me, I couldn’t.” You rubbed your eyes and looked at him. His gaze softened and he sat down.

He sighed and pressed his face into both of his palms, “Today was supposed to be fucking special, I always fuck this shit up.” You hummed in curiosity, a blush crept up his ears.

“Everyday is special with you, Suki. Stop being so hard on yourself.” You chuckle softly.

He looks up and rests his chin on one of his hands, the other reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a small velvety box, “That’s not what I meant...” He huffed and handed you the box.

You sat up awkwardly and took the box, opening it to see a ring set. It was simple but it fit the two of you, tears bubbles up in your eyes. “Katsuki-“ Your voice hitched in your throat and he slouched back in his seat while ruffling his hair. “Of course, oh my god-“ The two of you chuckled and you reached out for him to come closer, you pressed your lips to his for a chaste kiss. “So, who’s idea was it to make you do all the extra frivolousness?” You snort at him and he shot up.

He growled slightly ruffling his hair aggressively, “I KNEW YOU DIDN’T NEED ALL THAT SHIT.” You burst into laughter and groaned at the ache in your head, maybe you could get a day from him to go on a date.