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my tags got out of hand
i keep thinking about hobbies and how i often spill over myself to pick up new ones. i have adhd, i end up trying something for like a month and then just getting far enough in it that i move on, satisfied.
and that should be fine; but it's never fine.
i am a pretty decent artist; but i can't just make art for my dnd campaign, i should be selling dnd maps and character designs and scene setting pieces. i can't just make my friends matching earrings, i need to get an etsy and ship them internationally and take bulk orders. i make pretty good props and decorations and use them to throw my friends parties - but i should be running a party planning business and start taking paying clients and networking and putting my skills to actual use.
for some reason, i never figured out the specifics of pottery. it was a fun class and i enjoyed myself - and still, i'm embarrassed, years later, that i put in all that useless effort. everything i make has to be stunning. stellar. i should have applied myself more. maybe i'm too lazy. maybe i'm broken and selfish and needy. actually creative people would have kept going; they would be bettering themselves at every possible opportunity.
we find ourselves in this trap, even accidentally: we need to commodify our time, because it is a commodity. if we spend our efforts and our time not earning, isn't that the same thing as burning free money? and god forbid you ever take up a hobby that ends up being more expensive than you thought. you sit in your car and you look at the receipt and in your head you hear a conversation that isn't even happening - your mom or your friend or your partner all saying oh great. not this shit again. it's always something with you, and it never actually means anything.
i have realized this horrible thing, recently - i'll get excited to start a project, pick up a new hobby. and then i just... stop myself. i start thinking about the amount of time it will take, and how it'll look in my monthly budget. what if i can't even produce a good enough final product. sure, it's exciting to think about how i could make my friend her own custom dice. but i'm just polluting the earth if i don't get it right. better not bother. better not try.
restless, i get caught in the negative space. the feeling that oh god, i want to create. and that horrible sense - yeah, but i don't have the time to just put to waste.
#oh my god iâm not the only person in the whole world who has Struggles and Difficulties#i am in pharmacy school which means i have no money no time etc and so every single thing that would bring an iota of joy or escape#must be cut for time because you havenât studied for your exam next month so no you cannot start watching that the show.#and because you missed the deadline two weeks ago for that group project that the others did for you there will be no sitting at the piano#also you made a c and not a b on the exam yesterday so maybe instead of ordering takeout like you said you were going to#(because you know that you donât buy real food on the rare occasion you go to the grocery store)#instead youâre gonna have to pick through your bare cabinets and empty fridge freezer for something. or just not eat#like you sometimes do#this is not a problem bc youâve saved your money which you canât afford to waste#thatâs what they told you when you started: tell your friends you canât see them much because a doctoral program is a time commitment#they said: you need to quit your side hustles and get an internship#they said: you need to ask for cleaning supplies for your birthdayâand clothes and shoes bc tuition is very expensive#this isnât some deficiency on your part. everyone else lives in isolation with no hobbies or entertainment too.#the only difference is that THEY spend all that time studying and reviewing and working and preparingâ#while YOU are laying in bed all day because the thought of writing that paragraph is nauseating and tomorrows exam is slowly enveloping you#and you can tell because you had to retake those 2 classes and you have to retake another one this summer.#never mind that you still donât know anything. just keep playing the part. stay afloat until this weekâs exam is over#then you can worry about next weekâs exams#(you WILL worry about next weekâs exams)#learning the ukulele isnât going to ease your stress itâs just gonna make you feel guilty#what do you mean you already feel guilty because youâve pulled the ukelele out exactly twice since mom gave it to you for christmas?#that webseries updates 4 times a week. can you honestly tell me that you have 4 hours a week where you donât feel shame#about not exceeding expectations anymore?#i thought not. close your computeâ you didnât even take it out of your bag.#do you ever take it out of your bag at home?#you donât.#well i can see why youâre such a fucking failure#itâs 3:27 am but âi wonât bother telling you to shower or brush your teeth- i know you donât do that.#you went to bed three and a half hours ago now itâs time to sleep#maybe weâll see what tomorrow has for us
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I love you generic branded items đ¤đ¤
like, I'm paying for the item and not it's branding? it's of a comparable or identical quality? There's no advertising for it? it's consistently cheaper??? what's not to love
#sage rambles#I've probably eaten more Kirkland Signature food in my life than any other brand#:3#me#CVS pharmacy is another fave#signature select is the new kid in the fridge; I'm still judging their vibe
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my pump fell off. fucking pardon??
#âoff the airâ . // ooc#i had it on the back of my arm#and i squeezed past this dude to get a big spoon to feed my dogs#and i bumped it on the fridge and it just ripped off#sobs#and i forgot to call the pharmacy today soooooo#im all out SOBS
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things i wish i had known when i escaped my family household and couldn't ask my parents for help
invest in a good mattress early on. there are many other ends you can save on - sleep is not one of them. this is key to how much energy you'll have throughout the day
you don't need a bedframe but you do need a slatted bed base (even if it's just pallets)
opening a bank account is easy
there's youtube tutorials for everything. how to install your washing machine, how to use tools, fixing stuff around the place. channels like dad, how do i? are a godsend
change energy provider as soon as your old deal runs out. you'll get better offers elsewhere and avoid price gouging
assemble a basic first aid kid at home: painkillers, probiotics, alcohol wipes, bandages, tweezers, antihistamine tablets - anything you might need in a pinch
and an emergency toolkit: flashlight, extra batteries, a utility knife, an adjustable wrench, multi-tool, duct tape
set your fridge to the lowest temperature it can go. the energy consumption is minimal in difference and it'll give you +4/7 days on most foods
off-brand products are almost always the same in quality and taste, if not better, for half the price
coupons will save you a lot of money in the long run
there's no reason to be shy around employees at the bank/laundromat/store; most people will be happy to help
vegetarian diets are generally cheap if you make food from scratch
breakfast is as important as they say
keep track of your budget in a notebook or excel file - e.g. rent, phone and internet bills, food, leisure so you'll have an overlook on your spending over the months
don't gamble
piracy is okay
stealing from big stores and chains is also ethically okay
keep medical bills and pharmacy receipts for tax returns
also, file your tax returns early
take up a hobby that isn't in front of a screen. pottery, music, going for a run every now and then, stuff that'll keep you busy and sane
and most importantly... you're allowed to get the stuff you want. treat yourself to the occasional mundane thing. a good scented candle. a bath bomb. that body lotion that makes you feel like royalty. the good coffee beans.
you're free and you deserve to be happy.
#going from being denied basic knowledge to becoming independent over night was wild lmao#but here i am#four years later#doing pretty good#hera screams into the void#moving out#abusive parents
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had to throw out three vials of insulin today because the glass was cracked and some was even splintering off... pain pain pain
#this used to never happen before i moved in here but it's happened twice in the last year#last time the package was still fuller too#and the only theory i have rn is that they cracked from the fridge door being slammed too hard (they're in a shelf in the door)#but like is that even possible? or did the pharmacy sell me broken vials alreaday? i wouldn't have hoped so...#anyway now i'm missing a whole month of insulin basically. i'll need to go to the doctor earlier to get new prescriptions#emma talks
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CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.
i found this list and kinda fed into it each time i got the flu or a migraine, and u know what, it's just me revealing just how much i love the caring threads and the soft threads and the fondly exasperated "let me help you" threads! use at your pleasure, DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST NOR EDIT IT! i will be changing it accordingly!
" i found you passed out in the kitchen. you wanna stop working yourself so hard? or do i need to keep hitting the gym to carry you to bed every day? "
" you're burning up. "
" your neighbour called me and said you could use a nurse. looks like they were right, too. "
" you were told to take it easy, so... yeah. this is kinda on you. "
" you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. "
" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "
" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "
" you look like hell. "
" i brought you some soup; let me heat some up for you? "
" okay. it's time you went to the hospital. "
" hey⌠hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? "
" i swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed⌠"
" you know when i said to call if it's an emergency? a fever is most DEFINITELY considered an emergency! "
" if you think you're going to work like this, you better think again. "
" don't worry. my family swears by this remedy; just let it work its magic and you'll feel good as new in no time. "
" I don't care about getting sick. i'm not leaving you until you're back to full health. "
" you didn't stop to think that this might happen when you're burning the candle at both ends? "
" yeah, I can play the role of nurse AND say "I told you so" at the same time, actually. "
" you better drink every last drop of this tea, no matter how disgusting it is. "
" i told my boss it was an emergency so they've given me a full week to look after you. "
" quit being so stubborn and get into BED! "
" what part of doctor's orders hasn't sunk in yet? bed rest! for the WEEK! "
" right, where do you keep your saucepans? i'm going to make you my famous noodle soup. it's a cure-all, i'm telling you! "
" hey, unless you're going to the bathroom or the sofa, I don't want to see you out of that bed. got it? "
" when are you gonna start letting people look after you, huh? "
" i know, i know, i turned off all the lights once i figured you had the migraine. you want some tea? water? "
" don't be mad, but i saw your fridge, and... it frightened me. so i've taken you back to my place, and i'm gonna get deliveroo to bring some groceries to your place tomorrow. okay? "
" i know your appetite is a little off, so i ordered in a whole tonne of options. just try a little bit of something, please? for me? "
" i've brought half a pharmacy, enough movies and boardgames to last us a decade, and every single snack i could fit into the basket at the grocery store. so sit your butt down, eat your soup, and try and make the most of your bed rest for the next week, will you? "
ACTION PROMPTS ( SEND THE FULL LINE! and feel free to reverse if u wish! ):
[ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature.
[ DAMP ]: sender presses a cool cloth against the receiver's face, neck and forehead to try and lower their fever.
[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.
[ SPOON ]: sender gently coaxes spoons of soup into the receiver's mouth to build up their strength after an illness.
[ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed.
[ AROUND ]: sender keeps a protective arm around the receiver to help them walk without the risk of stumbling or collapsing.
[ STAY ]: sender decides to stay by the receiver's bedside after learning that they're sick.
[ HAIR ]: sender smooths back the receiver's hair in a soothing gesture to try and help them go back to sleep.
[ TILT ]: sender tips a bottle of water up for the receiver to sip from.
[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep.
[ BACK ]: sender gently rubs the receiver's back, either to soothe them or warm them while they're unwell.
[ SHARE ]: sender climbs into the receiver's sickbed with them, wrapping their arms around them to offer warmth and comfort.
[ SHOWER ]: sender, learning the receiver has a high fever, takes a cold shower with them in order to lower their temperature.
[ WAKEN ]: the receiver wakes up in bed, having been found unconscious by the sender and carried into the bed from the floor.
[ QUARANTINE ]: the sender and receiver, both being sick, decide to quarantine together and spend the recovery period with each other.
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Dad-Coded Billy
Consider, if Billy had been dad-coded even before he'd gotten his powers.
He's the eldest (he's 12) of the street kids.
He ends up gathering the Shazamily over time, either abandoned, lost or having run from home and he keeps them safe and out of CPS hands.
Eldest child syndrome (i.e. parentification) except he's done it to himself.
He tries so hard to keep them fed and clothed and with some semblance of a roof over their heads.
He buys clothes from the thrift store in bulk, gets coats sized for adults so they can bundle up more, steals leftovers and has them take turns at the local fridge to get them canned foods, fights off bullies and other people for the right to live in condemned buildings for them all.
The older kids had a couple years of school and he teaches them to read. They frequent the library a lot and use public toilets to wash up.
It isn't perfect, but they've survived this long.
The one that nearly broke the camel's back was Darla, a toddler (about 2ish?) who got really sick. Billy debating so hard on whether to willingly bring them to CPS if only to get her help because winter is closing in and he's SO scared she'll die.
But he PROMISED.
He ends up getting his powers when he ran into the subway after stealing from the local pharmacy.
Honestly he nearly refused because this kid has been in survival mode for so long and his entire focus is on keeping his family alive and possibly giving them a better life.
And then the Wizard promises him magic and spells to help them if he accepts the duty and like a man signing up for the army Billy agrees for their sake.
He's a little more closed off to the JL maybe? He has more regular hours compared to his Canon counterpart bc his focus is still on his family.
They call him big brother, but after he'd gotten even bigger, they accept the truth they'd always had subconsciously, that they actually consider Billy their dad.
#billy batson#captain marvel#shazam#dc comics#dc#justice league#shazamily#dad marvel#dad billy#dad marvel au#dcu
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â AND I KNOW ITâS OVER (STILL I CLING)
percy jackson, who never seems to know when to quit, keeps coming back. (2.9k)
contains: percy jackson x daughter of minor god! reader. post tlo (alt universe - everyone lives). book percy descriptions. apollo (derogatory).
kashafâs note: book percy descriptions bc that was my first love. (sry if i get some of the words wrong, english isnt my first language pls be patient!!)
SUMMER BURNS. at camp half-blood, the scorching heat has dwindled to soft caresses, from the heat of the fire during sing-alongs where your cabin joins hands and toasts marshmallows to the cool breeze balming the sunâs glare at its zenith in the sprawling strawberry fields. at home, the scorching heat leaves marks â the biker with flames for pupils who clutched an openly bleeding wound as he thrust a first-aid kit at you, and the girl not much older than yourself with tears marring her face as she handed you a pregnancy test to ring up, avoiding your curious (sympathetic) gaze.
however, despite it all â you stand infallible, much like your grandfatherâs part convenience store and part pharmacy, a poor manâs family heirloom.
you stand idly, flipping through an edition of seventeen when the rusty door swings open to admit a familiar face â with unruly black hair and an equally reckless grin (you know exactly who it is from the ba-dum of your heartbeat), the infamous son of poseidon (with the same smile as shawn hunter from boy meets world) is easily recognizable.
you glance at the crimson blooming around the crevices of his knuckles, tightly gripping a faded and worn-out skateboard, his scruffy converse squeaking across the tiled floor, raising an eyebrow as you coolly say, âband-aids are in the back, on the right.â
jackson laughs, an all-consuming sound (the wind-blown half-blood hill where apollo seemed to smile down at you, the laughter, like the memory, evanescent), âthanks, doc.â
you discreetly watch him perusing the aisles, before stopping in front of the ancient fridge â your grandfatherâs store was something of an 80s pompeii with the peeling posters of back to the future and motley crue and the antiquated maroon and cream color scheme â and pulling out an arizona green tea.
when he finally goes to look for band-aids, you attempt to fix your attention back on the magazine in your hands, but like a moth driven to a flame, percy jackson was unbelievably hard to look away from (a magnet among mortals and immortals alike).Â
jacksonâs hands are on his hips, his tupac t-shirt creasing, thick brows furrowed as he decides between different types of candy with the same intensity as a single mother with two children and a nine-to-five (even in the mortal world, there is something else entirely about him, something that made it so that you could never truly write him off).
when he approaches the register again, itâs hard not to look up and watch his ascent. when he finally does come to a stop in front of you, he looks the same as he did the last summer, though the tiny silver trident earring is new, the camp beads resting peacefully atop his collarbones arenât.
you ring up his items: a box of band-aids, the arizona green tea, and a pack of blue gummy sharks, looking away from him all the while.
âgood to see ya, doc,â jackson says, a wry grin on his face, and his eyes are so green â as green as they were at twelve.
âitâs never good to see you, jackson,â you snark back, reciting his total, âfour ninety-five, by the way.â
he laughs again (your heart goes ba-dum again), and hands you a five dollar bill, shoving his things into the seemingly bottomless pockets of his baggy jeans, with a salute on his way out (his turning back was a sight far more innocuous than the last time).
the next time jackson breaks whatever tacit agreement lies between the two of you, your hands are similarly stained. reds and purples line your palms, much like the burgundy seemingly permanently staining your grandmotherâs fingertips; the culprit (the bowl of pomegranate seeds) sits innocently beside you.Â
âback again?â you say, glancing at the familiar scarlet stains adorning jacksonâs hands (a familiar blue friendship bracelet sits on his wrist, edges frayed with five years of wear, and thereâs a lump in your throat).Â
âwhy, did you miss me?â jackson asks, again with that wry grin of his, skateboard in hand.Â
âyouâre the one who came back,â you say, crossing your arms across your chest, willing the constricting feeling to disappear.
âdoc, iâm sorry to have to be the one that has to break this to you,â he sighs sympathetically, putting a bleeding hand over his heart, âbut the sun doesnât revolve around you.â
âactually, jackson, the sun kind of does revolve around me, âcause yâknow apollo, the sun god apollo? my grandpa apollo? my grandpa, the sun god, apollo?âÂ
âgoing by your logic, that would mean time revolves around me, âcause yâknow kronos, the time titan kronos? my grandpa kronos? my grandpa, the time titan, kronos?â jackson says, a shit-eating grin on his face as he sets down another band-aid box, an arizona green tea, and a pack of blue gummy sharks on the counter.
âyâknow, if you cared this much, you mightâve passed greek,â you say, referring to the progress report cards you were handed at the end of summer.
he shrugged, handing you another five dollar bill, and proceeding to shove everything into his black holes of jean pockets, âyeah, well â wait, are those pomegranates?â
âyeah,â you say, âi peeled them myself â do you want some?âÂ
(your father liked these, your grandmother had said earlier this afternoon, your mother liked to peel them for him, as i peeled them for her, and your grandfather.)
jackson suddenly looked bashful, fidgeting with the hem of his a tribe called quest t-shirt, âiâve never had pomegranates before,â he confessed.
you blinked, taken aback, âyouâre seventeen years old and youâve never eaten a pomegranate before?â you pushed the china bowl toward him, ���now you have to eat it.â
âmy mom liked telling me the myths when i was younger,â he begins, setting down his skateboard, and reaching for the spoon before halting, like he was shocked, âshe told me about persephone ââ
âjackson,â you say, sardonically, leaning over the register to look him in the eye (there was always a storm brewing in his eyes), âi promise you, hades wonât come out of the ground and drag you to the underworld if you eat the pomegranate seeds i peeled.â
âi know what my next sleep paralysis demon is gonna be â thanks to you,â jackson says, looking down at the bowl and its floral blue pattern around the edges, playing with the spoon, and shifting the seeds from side to side.
âpercy jackson, i swear to asclepius, youâre missing out on pomegranates,â you say, coming out from behind the register, and looking percy in the eye again, and there is something so earnest, so raw about your next sentence that his breath catches, âand, i swear on the styx, if hades does somehow come out of the ground to drag you down to the underworld, iâll come down myself to drag you out, even if itâs tartarus.â
a rumble of thunder can be heard overhead despite the clear sky and scalding sun; percy blinks, before breaking out into a slow grin (your stomach seems to grow wings of its own, on the verge of flight.)
âinvoking your dad, huh, doc? these pomegranates must be serious,â percy says, finally taking a bite â stepping around the bomb you just dropped.
you watch him intently, studying him as you studied tennyson and homer, âthey are that serious.â there is something innocent about the way he eats, starved like every other teenage boy with black holes for stomachs.Â
âyâknow, i can put that into a tupperware container and you can take it with you, right?â you offer.Â
âreally?â percy asks through a mouthful of seeds, looking up from the bowl at you, âwonât you think iâll steal it or something?â
ânot really,â you shrugged, âi trust ms. jackson.â
percy nods solemnly â sally jackson is sally jackson after all, a queen among women, and an achilles of sorts, with her soft smile and steely eyes.Â
steeling your nerves, this is already the longest conversation youâve had (ignoring the forever-ago late-night debriefs under a firmament of stars), you step up to the plate and take a swing, âhow is she, by the way, havenât seen her in a while.â
percy swallowed, eyebrows furrowing, âgreat â oh, wait, did i tell you she was seeing someone new now?â
âno way, really? good for her, honestly. i know, poseidonâs a god and all, but like, sheâs always deserved just, so much more.â (you manage to make contact with the change-up thrown your way.)
there is something so sincere about your words, that percy canât help but grin back, finally reaching the depths of his sea-green eyes, and there is something still so boyish about him, that you can hardly believe any time has passed at all, and that somewhere within this demigod who successfully defeated kronos, while saving luke, there is still a semblance of your percy.Â
âyeah, the guy, paul blofis, heâs an english teacher â absolutely worships the ground she walks on.â
âsounds perfect for her.â
âyou should come over some time â see her, meet paul, yâknow,â percy offers, still funneling spoonfuls of pomegranates, meeting your gaze head-on (this is the home run you were waiting on).
you grinned, a slow smile overtaking your face, pushing your hands in the pockets of your jeans, âmight just take you up on that, before you change your mind.â (youâre leaving the ball in his hands now; itâs up to him to tag you out or let you reach home base safely.)
ânah, i wonât change my mind, unlike someone else i know.â
you ignore the jab (a smaller, suppressed part of you itches to shoot a reply back), instead choosing to focus on the hesitant hand of friendship being offered â as your father liked to say, keep moving forward.
you shrugged, and you swear, for a second you think the intensity of his gaze has lessened, almost as if disappointed. almost as if mentally shaking it off, percy hands you the china bowl back, empty, running a hand through his shaggy hair with a sheepish grin.
you smiled wryly, glancing down at the bowl and back to his face. âfatass,â you say, affectionately, and then almost freezing, wondering if you somehow overstepped the invisible lines constricting you.Â
percy laughs â a green light.Â
âlucky for you, though,â you say, disappearing behind the register for a moment before reappearing with a tupperware container filled with peeled pomegranates, âi peeled more.â
you hold it out to him, and he glances down at your outstretched hand, then at your face, before seemingly making up his mind, and accepting the olive branch, âyouâre really committed to seeing my mom, huh?â
âwell, obviously â the other alternative would be seeing you, wouldnât it?â
âaw, câmon, doc, i know you missed me,â percy says, a bit smug, picking up his skateboard, the tupperware container in his other hand (the one he still wears your bracelet on).
âin your dreams, jackson.â there is a peal of odd laughter in your voice as if you were unused to this kind of jocularity when fumbling over his name.
âin my dreams, we do more than just argue,â percy says, with one last smug smile and salute, before walking out the door, leaving you behind in the worst state of confusion youâve possibly suffered (percy jackson: 1, you: 0).
(your grandmother admonishes you later that evening as you stand beside her stooped figure at your kitchen counter, peeling pomegranates, you gave the rest of it to that boy, didnât you? her voice is not scolding, but you feel like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar once more. your immortal grandfather, the nuisance that he is, stands in the doorway, hands in an 80s leather jacket and matching sunglasses, waiting to be welcomed in. in contrast, his son â your father â brushes past him, grumbling, and takes on your grandmotherâs burden.)
the analog clock reads ten fifty-five as you start mopping the floor, yawning when the front door swings open with a jingling bell, and a sharp metallic smell wafts into the store.
you whirl around, gripping the mop in your hand as a baseball bat, immediately alert as your demigod reflexes come into play. you physically relax at the sight of percy clutching his side, crimson pooling on the edges of his white t-shirt.Â
âof course you would attack a man when heâs injured,â percy says with a grin, blood dripping from a gash over his eye (luke had returned to camp some years ago, with a similar scar), and a split lip, collecting like rust on his t-shirt collar.Â
you scowled, dropping the mop and immediately rushing toward him, your healing instincts kicking in. lifting one of his arms and letting it curl around you, you shouldered him to the register, cringing with every audible wince percy let out.
âwhat the fuck is wrong with you?â you asked, as you sat him on your stool, reaching for the ambrosia and nectar you kept hidden under the counter for emergencies (one could never be too careful).
percy grinned â it came out more of a grimace, âwhat isnât wrong with me â thatâs the question you should be asking, doc.â he nodded to himself, and then immediately cringed at the action.
you glared at him, shoving an ambrosia square in his mouth, before turning away from him to put antiseptic on cotton pads. âdoes ms. jackson know youâre here?â
âno?â percy says. you walk over to the fridge, grab a water bottle, unscrew the cap, and drench the part of his t-shirt covered in blood.
âow? in case you forgot, iâm still injured here, doc?â percy clutches at his side.
âyou dumbfuck, your mom is probably worried out of her mind right now,â you say, scowling, stepping closer to percy (he still towers over you, even when sitting down).
âi iris messaged her,â he shrugs, looking at you as you shift even closer to him, cotton pad in your hand, âshe just knows iâm with you â pretty relieved at that, dunno why.â
reaching out to grasp his jaw in your hand, you begin dabbing at the bruises on his cheekbones, his eyes fluttering shut as you try to ignore the way his hot breath is fanning across your face right now. âyou didnât tell her what happened?â
percy opened his eyes, staring at you. âno, how could i?â he says, slowly, âyou were her favorite â still are, by the way.â
you donât say anything for a moment â after all, how could you? (sally jacksonâs homemade cookies drift to the front of your treacherous mind â the sunny afternoons with her kind voice, and percyâs loutish laughter.)
âyou didnât come to see her,â percy says, the statement not accusatory, his eyes fluttering shut again (you try not to let the way his eyelashes sit so prettily distract you) as you dab at the gash over his eye.
âi didnât think i was welcome,â you say gruffly, turning away to grab bandages. âafter everything.â
while the deeper wounds have eased into far easier, superficial ones, you still make sure to wrap and bandage everything â percy had a penchant for getting into trouble (one that you knew all too well), so it was the least you could do.
âi just told you that you were welcome, last time i was here, didnât i?â percy says, an accusation.
âyeah, well, it was hardly an invitation was it?â you say, turning away from him, packing your supplies up.Â
âdoc, you didnât even come to take your tupperware back.â
you ignore him, moving to walk away when his hand is enclosed around your wrist (the hand that wears your blue friendship bracelet), tugging you around to face him.Â
percyâs standing up now, his green eyes looking more like a swirling storm with each passing second â he still hasnât let your wrist go.
âwhat do you want from me?â you ask, trying to snatch your hand back from him, to no avail â his grip is ironclad.
âi canât let you walk away with your back turned to me again,â he says (the dim, lantern-lit night comes back into focus, and you wonder if you were too consumed by your own pride, if you had just turned around, if you had just stayed).
you realize too late that tears are pricking in the corners of your eyes, and you manage to successfully wrench your hand out of his grasp, a watery, sarcastic laugh escaping, âyouâre a couple years too late, asshole.â
âi know that,â percy says, earnest, reaching out to cup your cheek, and wipe a stray tear (the action stuns you into paralysis), âbut i miss you, and my mom misses you, and she hasnât gotten off my case about you, yet.â
the thought of tender-hearted sally jackson scolding percy is an amusing one, and draws a laugh out of you against your will (percyâs smile grows a little brighter, and asclepius knows youâve never been able to resist that smile of his), âiâll come over for ms. jackson, not you.â
percyâs smile is even wider now (his hand is still ghosting your cheek), âsame thing.â
âshut up,â you say swatting at his shoulder, trying to duck out from under his arms.Â
percy avoids your attempts to escape him, instead latching onto your hand, and pulling you out of the store. âcâmon, sheâs expecting us for dinner.â
you let out an incredulous laugh, and let yourself be dragged out anyway (you would follow this boy anywhere, even to the depths of tartarus).Â
(your grandmother watches from the apartment window above the store, a soft smile gracing her lined features.)
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Sleep Token HC: being in a relationship with vessel
Hello, I hope you like my final HC for Ves. Fluff elements with highly NSFW ideas. đ¤ Iâm always open to HC requests as well đ¤
Vessel, vessel, vesselâwhere do we begin?
Vessel the bf that is so deeply profoundly in love with you
If he could heâd rip his heart out of his chest for you and just hand it to you, he would.
His love languages would be words of affirmation and physical touch
He often battles with icky thoughts of himself, and youâre his ever radiant light in his bleakest days, so he would go out of his way to make sure it was known
Notes everywhere around your house, even a month and half into tour, you keep finding them
Praises in your medicine cabinet, crumbled pieces of paper at the bottom of your bags bc he know you wonât find them right away. Little Sonnets on your desk or on the fridge just so you know how much you are loved by him
Once you stopped finding them around the house or in your things, heâd start sending flowers or treats with love notes attached. Just because gestures especially if the night before you told him what a long week it was and knew you were struggling
You have so many of these notes, post its, scraps of paper youâve compiled them in a scrapbook/binder and itâs on your bookshelf now
Texts for when you wake up reminding you to take your meds/vitamins, and to keep up with your water intakeâvoice memos too
Honestly heâd send you voice memos all the time like it was your own little podcast
Having black paint smeared on you because he couldnât keep his hands to himself
Or would want you to apply his body paint before a show. Squirming underneath your fingers as you apply it because of your featherlight touches, listening to his quiet hisses when youâd go too low and gentle
âWeâre not going to make it out of this dressing room if you keep doing that, love.â
Vessel would love to be big spoon, having you tucked underneath him or your back against his chest. Tracing patterns on your arms, hips, and thighs
He always loomed around you, everyone knowing if you were there, he was somewhere lurking around 95% of the time. He was a quietly protective man.
Coming up when you were talking with friends at an event, a comforting squeeze to the nape of your neck and a drink to quietly check on you
Wearing one of his extra robes backstage. It was so big and light, perfect for the hot and humid venues, a great blanket tbh where you could use the hood to cover your face
Thereâs a folder in his phone dedicated with pictures of you in many spaces of the venues they played just sleeping with his robe over you
Also the amount of videos of you two just frolicking around backstage, helping him with dance moves whilst in his robe that dragged on the floor, nearly tripping on it, when you wore it because it was so long on you
You liked to go into the crowd during the shows, enjoying the atmosphere of fans. Vessel would get a kick out of that, and you two would make it like a game almost
Instantly being able to spot you in the crowd through the lights and smoke. Always looking in your direction to lowkey serenade you and do little inconspicuous moves directed for you. In return, youâd run your hands through up and down your body swaying your hips to his voice. His own little siren in the sea of people
He loved watching you jam tf out with the fans so careless in your own world dancing with everyone or receiving bracelets from the fellow concertgoers (he would panic slightly watching you try to go into the mosh pit every time tho, one time he actually had to send a member of the crew to discreetly retrieve you.)
I imagine vessel being codependent af, and the simplest of tasks you were always requested to tag along
groceries, pharmacy trips, picking up takeoutâhe needed his emotional support person. Bribing and rewarding you with little treats to lure you with him thinking youâd say no how could you heâd hit you with the puppy dog eyes I just know heâs master at that
Staying up or waking up to listen to his late night rambles/dreams/conspiracies tucked under his arm while sharing a joint or bottle of spirits
Or sitting beside him as he wrote song lyrics, quietly running them by you for your opinion. You just blinking slowly in awe with what his mind created unable to provide the input he wanted
I thinks itâs a mutual consensus among us: Vessel loves to bite. He canât help his carnal primal urge to. He does it with his friends, you⌠Everyone had a mark from him at this point
I donât imagine him being into quickies (unless he was absolutely throbbing and thirsting for you) this man would take his time. Setting the pace all during the day teasing you
He loved nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses below your ear and whispering the filthiest things to get you flustered
âYou look so good right now, I could take you right here.â
âI canât wait to get you home and be deep inside you later, doll.â He would murmur, his hand squeezing your hip pulling you back into him feeling his already hardening length pressing in the soft flesh of your ass
Then when it finally happened, he goes at a nearly agonizing paceâhe wanted to worship you. He didnât like to fuck, he liked to make love.
intense and passionate, hips slowly rolling into you up til you were full of him. And he kept hitting that spot that made your eyes see stars and lulled to the back of your head.
He was not shy about how he felt, always moaning and praising you, but wasnât too loud. Vocal fry as he quietly moaned about how good you made him feel
âYouâre squeezing me so well,â rasping out, trying to look at where your bodies connected, resisting the urge to close his eyes
âFuck, you look so pretty under me.â
Heâs 100% a morning sex person
Not even letting either of you have a chance to get out of bed, one hand slipping down your front rubbing you softly while the other gripped your throat to turn your face so he could slowly kiss youâdevouring your mouth with hisâall in a blissed out half sleep stupor
Hehe, I woke up from my nap and chose violence horniness, sorry. Anyways thanks for the support and all the love on these đŤśđťâ¨
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hi, i hope you're doing okay!
so look i know your requests are closed but i just had an â¨insightâ¨while reorganizing my room today and i couldn't stop thinking about it, so i decided to write it down here cause either i'd forget it like tomorrow. you don't need to do it, obviously, but if you will, take your time.
so. fem!reader and bucky, established relationship (maybe married) and she's pregnant but she doesn't know cause it's like, super early, she didn't even have morning sickness yet. and mr. super-soldier-enhanced-hearing can hear the baby's heart as soon as it starts beating and he's like confused at first but when he realizes what it is he starts crying and hugging her waist and she's like "buck? you okay love?" and he says "you're pregnant honey, we're having a baby!" bucky's super emotional and thrilled and beyond happy he starts laughing through the tears. he gets super protective of her and her belly but like always pampering her making sure she's drinking enough water and eating and going out at three am to but something shes craving and he's like, super excited to shout to the world he got his girl pregnant with his baby. and he starts sleeping with his head on her belly just listening to the baby's heartbeat as a lullaby.
(he's gonna be the best dad i just know it <3)
hii angel!! love it!! I did change some things, hope thatâs okay. thanks for requesting and hope you like itđ
>requests now open<
EXTRA GRILLED CHEESE.
bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count. 1066
summary. bucky has suspicions that you might be pregnant
For the last week, Bucky had an expression you struggled to place - his face often pulled together with intrigue, brows quizically furrowed when around your company. At first, it seemed normal to you -Â his infamous resting bitch face, but the more he wore it around you, the more you started to worry.Â
You often felt as though you were bothering him with your talking, the features on his face unusually hard and rigid as he listened to you. It was a silly thought, really - he's your husband. He'd tell you if he needed a minute of quiet.Â
But the harder you looked, the more you began to realise his face wasn't that of judgment, but instead inspection - like he was analysing you.
Elbows resting on the kitchen island, you lean over the countertop, getting closer to Bucky sitting on the other side.
"Another one?" you ask, reaching for his empty plate.
He wryly smiles. "Only if you are."
"One is never enough," you chuckle sweetly, pulling the ingredients back out of the fridge - collecting everything you need for grilled cheese. "Might do a few moreâ been really hungry lately. That cool with you?"
Bucky hums softly, head tilted to the side as he watches you - completely smitten. That confusing expression long gone.Â
"I got it," he stands, moving around the island to you on the other side. "I got the rest. You sit, honey."
You smile cutely, stepping aside and sitting on the countertop - allowing your husband's help. "What do you want to do tonight? Movie and snacks?"
He places the sandwiches in the pan and moves to stand between your legs - slotting his lower half between. Giving you a chaste kiss, he smiles, eyes soft as he looks over you. "Sounds good. Will have to go to the store thoughâ don't have enough in."
"We can go after this?" you offer.
He hums, kissing you sweetly. He pulls back, eyes darting over you. "We'll stop past the pharmacy first. Gotta pick something up."
⯠â âŻ
Back within the comfort of home, you and Bucky begin to put away the items from the store - bags open on the worktop as you rummage through them, standing side by side.Â
Bucky stills and turns to face you, reaching into his pocket. "I uh..." he pauses and clears his throat. "I picked this up while you were looking at things in the pharmacy," he starts, pulling out a small rectangular box. "Feels stupid, I don't know," he shrugs, not confident with the direction of his proposal.Â
Your eyes flicker from the box in his hand and up to his face, looking over him inquisitively. "A pregnancy test?" you ask, taking it from his light hold.
"Feels like I'm insulting you," he chuckles bashfully, stepping closer to you. "It's just... I have this feeling," he says softly, extending his hands to rest on either side of your face. "You don't have to take it."
"Noâ no, I doâ I think. I want to. It's just that..." you exhale faintly. "We haven't really spoken about this for a while. What if it's not the result we want? What if we don't like what we see on the test?" you ask anxiously, fiddling with the box.
Bucky pauses, a soft smile on his face as he tilts your face back up - making you look up at him again. "We have time," he says sweetly. "If we don't like what we see, there are changesâ there's other options," he solidifies his reassurance with a kiss. "I'll be happy with either result."
"Should I do it now?" you ask, looking down at the box.
"You do it when you're ready, honey. Doesn't have to be now, doesn't have to be today."
Briefly reading over the writing, you feel a slight swell in your heart. It all felt so daunting. You knew this was something you'd both eventually want, but the idea of it beginning now was enough to make you feel queasy. Everything was going so well in your lives, and this was such a big step in your marriage - you were just scared of what the result would do to you both.
With a deep inhale, you shrug sweetly, feigning bravado. "Piece of cake."
"Piece of cake," he repeats, kissing your temple.Â
Stepping aside, you walk into the bathroom - box clutched in hand as you read through the directions. The heavy thumping in your ears distracting you from understanding it all.Â
After following the instructions, you place the stick aside on some toilet paper and call in your husband, moving to sit on the edge of the bath. Without missing a beat, Bucky steps into the small room, eyes focused on yours as he walks to sit beside you - slipping his hand into yours assuringly. His large hand enveloping yours.Â
You sit in uneasy quiet for what feels like an hour, each of your brains whirling with thoughts and ideas and questions - the noise far too loud in your minds.Â
Then, finally, after a while, your timer goes off, the obnoxious sound interrupting you both from your fazed-out states.
"You look."
"Are you sure?" he asks, holding your hand as you both stand.
You hum anxiously, nodding at him.
With one hand tightly in yours, the other reaches for the little stick - fingers loosely wrapping around it. Bucky stills, the features on his face slowly softening.
"What does it say?"
He nods faintly, his brows curving up in the middle. "Positive," he murmurs, the shock evident in the way his tone wavers. "It's positive."
"Positive?" you repeat, your expression widening.
He hums, enveloping you in a tight embrace - pressing kisses into your cheek.Â
"We're having a baby," you mutter, voice cracking slightly.
"Yeah," he nods, pulling back to look over your face - checking you were okay with it all as he is. "We're having a baby," he echos you, cupping your cheeks.
"You're okay with this?" you ask, focus blurring from a few stray tears.
He nods firmly. "Of course," he chuckles, his tearline slowly filling. "Are you?"
"Yeah," you laugh lightly, nodding - the gentle grip of his hands moving with the soft motion of your head.
"I'll give you everything you want. Everything you needâ I'll get you it all."
You already had everything you wanted.
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