#saved it so I could look at it when I feel sucky

[nottheweirdest]

So maybe this is really silly, but thank you so much for writing Coming Home? I only found it like a month ago but I've just finished reading it again. It's SO damned cute and makes my heart so fuzzy. Your writing style is fantastic - this has EASILY become my favorite Sonadow fic

Silly??? Are you kidding 😭😭😭

This is the best thing ever and I'm just over here smiling and melting into the ground with happiness, so THANK YOU!! Not silly in the slightest, your message is just very very kind 🥰

I'm really glad you found the story and even more than you enjoyed it! It started out a guilty pleasure, at least the very base idea of it, and before I knew it, it became a really personal vent/therapeutic fic. It makes me happy when people relate to and find enjoyment in it. 🖤💙

Thank you again so much for your sweet words! If you read any of my other rambles I hope you enjoy them as well!! 💖🙏

[jaehunnyy]

trust you with my heart | smg

Pairing: vampire!Mingi x witch!reader

Genre: enemies-to-lovers!au, fantasy!au, fluff, a bit of angst if you squint?

Wordcount: 4.1k

Rating: pg-13

Warnings: kissing, few swear words, both of them have a sucky past, grammar mistakes

a/n: this is my work for @cromernet's secret santa event, and it's forrrrr drumrolls @bvidzsoo!! my dear Ariadne, this was something new to me and i tried my best so i hope you won't be too disappointed of it, happy holidays! 💕

Networks: @cromernet, @illusionnet, @blankjournal

“Soon, there won’t be any Aurora University to celebrate or any students to attend if we don’t do this! We have to take the risk and send them there.” 

You gasped at your professor’s words, not even minding that you could be expelled if anyone caught you eavesdropping—even when you felt a cold hand around your neck and another pressed on your lips, preventing you from screaming in fear. 

“When did Y/N become that bold? Eavesdropping—at the dean’s office? This better be good!” 

You closed your eyes in frustration as you realized who caught you there—Song Mingi. You have fought for the student of the year title every year since you entered Aurora University. You wanted to say something in return, but you heard your professors talk again, suddenly feeling the weight of the situation as you thought about the place that was your home for the last few years—not only did it provide a safe space for your supernatural powers, but you couldn’t imagine what it would’ve become of you if it wasn’t for their support and understanding throughout learning how to control them.

“Let me go,” you said, words muffled by his hand still on your mouth: “Mingi!” you said one last time, stepping with your heel right on his foot and freeing yourself from his grip as he let out a painful sound. “Don’t you dare say a single word!” you threatened, looking at him through sharp eyes. 

He clenched his fists so hard, that you were sure the half-moons his nails dug into his skin would be visible a few minutes after. Mingi opened his mouth to give you a remark before a strong voice interrupted your antics: “I have to go search for them—or maybe not. Mingi, Y/N, we were just looking for you!” your elf professor exclaimed, pushing the two of you into the dean’s office. You were doomed. 

“We hope this nice time of the day finds you well, our dear students—actually, what were the two of you doing here?“ the elf raised his eyebrow, looking at you. 

“We don’t have time to lose! Tell them, or I will!” the dean, a fairly volcanic werewolf exclaimed. 

The elf scrunched his nose at the noise, giving Y/N and Mingi a smile before starting: 

“As you might already know, our University is in danger due to The Nameless Protector’s wishes to withhold some funds from our university. You two are our best shot at convincing them this university is worth saving and investing in, so we want to talk to you about scheduling a meeting with them and trying to change their mind. We will provide everything you need, just—please, try your best and be safe.” 

You looked at Mingi, just to be met with a dumbfounded look, despite your shocked one. "I don’t think he’s capable of understanding this", you mentally giggled, before becoming serious and weighing the gravity of the situation. Your lips trembled with the ache of your words, this was too big of a responsibility, you couldn’t, you won’t— 

“We’re delighted to take part in this adventure together, Mister Elfy. Thank you for choosing us.” Mingi smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him. 

You forced a lopsided smile, putting your arm around Mingi’s waist and pinching his skin with your nails, making him hiss, your poor professors smiling awkwardly in your direction, not quite sure whether the two of you would survive each other before facing other adventures.  

You were convinced this could only happen to you.

As time passed and the needed preparations were done, you found yourself sitting on the train, facing the cocky vampire that didn’t even bother to check on you. Book in his hands, his eyes were following the letters scattered on the pages, lips slowly moving as his reading came out in a whisper. You wished you could distract yourself like he did, but the thought of facing them terrified you to the core. The Nameless Protector was known to be a ruthless person. There weren’t a lot of people who met them, other than their Right Hand, and you weren’t even sure if it was more than a tale your grandma used to tell you as a good night story; what if they ate witches or something? 

“Are you okay? Not that I care, but you look paler than me, and this is quite concerning considering that last time I checked, I was the only vampire on this train.” Mingi’s raspy voice came to your ears, making you scoff. 

“I’m going to the restroom.” 

Or so you wished because as soon as you stood up, a sudden brake made you lose your balance, landing right into Mingi’s lap. You were again convinced that this could only happen to you. 

Still dazed by the sudden encounter, you slowly raised your face to meet the vampire’s, his sharp eyes piercing through your soul.  You were so close that you were sure if vampires needed to breathe, you would have felt his warm breath on your lips. You were convinced he could also feel the tension building between the two of you, and his lips suddenly looked so good that—

“Uhm, tickets, please.” The train conductor faked a cough and you realized the position you were in, sighing for the nth time that day. 

The trip took around two days, and you couldn't wait to finally bask in some fluffy blankets, in a comfortable bed—only for your dreams to be crushed, once again. You entered the spacious room, only to be met with a king-sized bed. And you would normally be so happy about it, if only Mingi didn’t follow right behind, having to share the room with you. A room with one bed. 

“I don't think vampires need sleep, so I will take the bed, thank you,” you said, hurrying to the bed, only to feel his ice touch on your wrist. 

“Not so fast, Broomie,” he said, trying a bit too hard not to laugh at his own nickname, “I don't know what expects us out there, so I need my rest too.”

“You can rest as well on the floor; oh, and it's all thanks to that nickname, by the way.” You said in an annoyed tone, escaping from his hold and getting into the bed.  

You swore you saw him pouting, and you couldn't help the little flutter of your heart. You felt bad for him, but he deserved it; in the end, you were just two academic rivals doomed to convince some sort of ruler no one ever saw to keep on funding your university—quite easy, right? 

The next morning, you started to stir awake, feeling quite cold, yet engulfed by an unfamiliar warmth. You slowly opened your eyes, only to be met with Mingi's sleeping figure next to you, one arm lazily thrown around your waist. You tried your best not to shriek, wondering how the hell did he even think of getting into the bed while you were asleep. Moving your hand towards him, you were ready to shake him until he woke up—only to realize you couldn't. He looked so peaceful, his long lashes resting gracefully on his cheeks and his hair was scattered all over his face. You have always wondered if the unspoken tension between you two had a deeper meaning, but, you pushed it aside with all the teasing and pressure between the two of you.

He opened his eyes soon after, the spark of a crimson shadow present in them. His mouth was itching to say something, but for some reason, he felt like it would ruin the moment. It was the first time you two co-existed in other proximities, with no one to judge and compare the two of you. You looked so vulnerable, with your messy hair all over the pillow, and he was sure he didn't look any better—yet, for once, he didn't care. 

“Why did you think it would be a good idea to sleep here? I thought we had a deal.” You broke the silence, recomposing yourself. 

“You seemed scared to sleep alone.” He simply smiled, getting up and ruffling his hair in an attempt to make it look better. You rolled your eyes at his joke, but apparently everything had a new beginning, so you let it slide.

After the two of you prepared for the day, you realized you should probably eat something before exploring the surroundings. 

"Are you coming for breakfast?” 

Mingi looked at you, a drink in his hand—one you didn't want to know details about; it kinda confirmed that he wasn't coming, though. 

“I could keep you company if you want.” 

You were surprised he was willing to come with you, maybe he had a fever? You just shrugged and prevented yourself from saying anything. The two of you got downstairs, admiring the beautiful scenery the hotel provided. The windows were big and clear, making it possible for the whole city to be seen out of them. You watched in awe, not noticing when the vampire disappeared. 

“Yunho!” you heard Mingi's voice and looked in the direction of the sound, seeing him hug an unknown guy. His blonde locks stood out next to the blue-haired man he was talking to, and once again—you found yourself starstruck by his beauty. His plump lips were moving with every word he said, stretching into soft smiles whenever the other guy was saying something, and you were sure that there was a side of him you didn't know. He seemed so soft and gentle—something you didn’t see before.

“Y/N, come meet Yunho!” he shouted, calling you over. “This is my old friend, we lived together for a while.” 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N! I'm working here so don't hesitate to call if you ever need something! You may sit at that table, I'll bring you your food immediately.” 

You nodded softly, giving him a small smile. 

“Oh, and I suggest you two take a walk after sunset, you won't regret it.” 

“Do you wanna take a walk?” you asked, hoping he would hear your voice, too concentrated on the words he was currently reading. 

He raised his head softly, adjusting the glasses that hung lazily on his nose. 

“Oh, isn't it The Wicked Witch of the West? Asking me for a walk?” he smirked, satisfied with your annoyed reaction. 

“You know what, you can keep on reading, I don't want you to come anymore.” 

He smiled, grabbing your hand softly. "You can't take it back now; let's go.” 

Mingi could say he was intrigued. Your presence, the way you talked—he wanted to see behind your straight A's, leaving all the pressure on your shoulders aside. Truth is—he didn't know how to get close to you, he never did. Initially, his remarks were supposed to be a way for you to let loose around each other; but it turned out to be the opposite, creating a wall of uncomfortable tension between you—and he thought that maybe, it was for the best. But you were alone now, and he hoped he could change that. 

“Do you eat kids?” 

You almost choked, stopping in your tracks and giving him a disgusted look. 

“I—what?” 

“My grandma used to read me a story about a witch living in a house made of candy and—” 

“You're delusional. No, I don't eat kids.” 

He sighed dramatically, as if he just freed himself from a horrible danger. He was sure he messed up again, but he also hoped you already got used to his antics by now and you found his question funny.

“What made you say yes to this adventure?” he asked again, your hands brushing at how close the two of you were. 

“For your information, it was never me who agreed to this, it was you, and—” 

He giggled. For the first time, you saw him giggle with all his heart, and it made you smile too. You needed to get things off your chest, so you decided opening up a bit wouldn’t hurt. 

“I wanted validation from my family. I wanted to prove myself to them, show them that I won't disappoint our coven, that I can be independent—but they weren't satisfied, I was never enough.” 

You saw a familiar glint in his eyes, a silent way to tell that he understands you, that he knows the struggle. Instinctively, his hand slowly found yours, your fingers interlocking almost as if they were made for each other. 

“My family never supported me. They never wanted me to study at Aurora, they never acknowledged me—I was always the weak one until I dared to run away. That’s how I met Yunho. I don't really have anything to prove,” he chuckled dryly, “But I still hope I will get closure from that.” 

“Damn, look at us trauma bonding, who knew?” you asked in hope to light the mood up for a bit, wrapping your hands around his waist slowly. 

You had no idea who needed this hug more, but when he wrapped his hands around you as well, you decided to enjoy the comfort, with no overthinking to be done. This was the only way you two could see the real you, stripped from all the negativity and expectations, surrounded by the desire to be validated and loved. 

The rest of the walk went smoothly, with you two finally starting to enjoy each other’s company. 

A few more days passed, with you two opening up more, realizing just how similar you were. Now, you were walking around a big castle—the castle where the ruler could change your destiny for good or bad. You and Mingi thought it would be a good idea to see it beforehand, so you wouldn't be too intimidated by the thought of being here for the first time. While you were taking in the new scenery, a soft voice called you: “Mingi, Y/N! You are early.” 

You turned your heads in unison, looking at the quite short man in front of you. His black wolf cut suited his well-sculpted jaw perfectly, and his clothes screamed such luxury that you couldn't help but think you were standing in front of The Nameless Protector, ready to faint right there (hopefully in Mingi's arms). 

“Follow me.”

You looked at Mingi, who had a look as confused as yours. Shrugging, you composed yourselves and followed the man into a room, earning a playful smirk from him. 

“I heard you needed to talk to me. Go on,” he said, though he looked like he was restraining himself from laughing. 

Something was off. 

“Excuse us for a bit,” Mingi said while dragging you aside. “Don’t you think he looks… quite unserious for such a mysterious person?” Mingi asked, looking firstly at you, then at the grand (supposedly) Nameless Protector, his look skeptical. “Like, do you think it was that easy? It seems a bit suspicious to me.”

“You’re right, he looks kinda silly. Let me do the talking,” you said in a determinate tone. 

Your steps led you in the direction of the guy, whose name was apparently Wooyoung, and all Mingi could think of was a massive "This cannot be good.” He gripped his hair, massaging his temples softly—regretting right after, and he swore he would never look away from you again—cause you were holding the poor man by his collar, slamming him on the closest wall. 

“You are not The Nameless Protector, are you? Tell us the truth!” You shouted.

“Y/N, what are you doing? You are ruining everything, stop!” 

“I won’t stop until I find the truth,” you ripped your attention from the shorter guy, turning to face Mingi: “Do you trust me with this?” 

“Yes, I trust you. With everything.” 

“You little gremlin, tell me the tru—what?” 

Pause. Mingi trusts you. The words kept replaying in your mind, surrounded by the butterflies you tried to avoid for so long. The shock you felt made you loosen your grip on Wooyoung’s collar, making him run away from you, fury spread all over his face. 

“How dare you act like that when I wanted to give you a chance and change my mind? You are ungrateful.”

Mingi looked at you, lips parted and face even paler, if that was even possible. Wooyoung kept a serious face for a while,  before bursting into laughter.

“Y’all thought it was me? Hah, you know, you are quite dumb for straight-A students.”  

The vampire clenched his fists and approached the guy, who was now trapped between you and him. 

“I knew you were too easy to find! You liar!” you shouted again, terrifying the guy who raised his hands in defeat. 

“I was paid to do this, please, don’t beat me!” 

Mingi’s eyes grew bigger and he wasn’t sure he heard that right. 

“You are so close to succeeding at this task, guys. Good luck!” Wooyoung said, then snapped his fingers and disappeared. 

What the fuck? Who was this person and how did he even know all of this? Little did you know, though, that somewhere in that castle, The Nameless Protector was watching you proudly.

You and Mingi were on a late-night walk, again. Tomorrow was finally the big day, and you were quite scared, so he wanted to ease your mind a bit. You weren't scared by the ruler per se, you were actually more scared about what would happen after, will you and Mingi go back to normal, or will something more bloom between the two of you? 

“Let's sit there!” he exclaimed excitedly, pointing to a wooden bench. 

He signaled for you to sit first, only for him to lay his head in your lap, inhaling deeply. The cold air hit your face slowly, and he swore you looked even more ethereal, with your hair moving around with the wind. 

“I never thanked you for that night; it was the first time I felt like someone understood me,” he began, playing with your fingers to keep himself occupied.

“You don't have to—” 

"Shhh, let me do the talking,” he smiled: “This little journey of ours made me realize that I never hated you, God, it's actually the other way round.” 

You could feel your heart beating louder, eyes glowing in anticipation. 

“I was so blinded by—by all these labels and all these false expectations everyone had on us, that I never really thought about what I feel,” he paused, standing up from your lap to face you properly: “But now I do. I know that for everything I want to achieve, I want to do it with you by my side. I am in love with you.” 

A familiar sting in your eyes made you notice that you were on the verge of crying because of the words of the man in front of you. If only he knew how much you regretted every bad word you said to him, every name you called him, only to realize that you would find solace in his arms; his cold touch that you grew to adore, his pale skin that you couldn’t stare enough at, his crimson eyes whenever he woke up. 

You grabbed his face softly, and you swore you could see a bit of a blush in his cheeks. Mingi felt proud; he felt like this was now his biggest achievement. He was blinded by the need to prove something—so much that he didn't pay attention to your dedication, the beautiful smile you always wore as an accessory when you were being praised, the tears and sulking whenever your spells didn't work. But he was ready to do so now. He was ready to be the one who made you smile, ready to support you with everything, without having to demonstrate anything to anyone. Just the two of you against the world. 

“I've been wanting to do this since we were on that train.” 

You both giggled, your noses touching and rubbing together, making the giggles turn into louder chuckles—a pure sound of the joy you both felt. You closed your eyes and pressed your lips on his, sealing your unspoken love with a sweet, longing kiss. He tilted your head and deepened the kiss, the hand on your back pulling you closer, and you thought you could melt right there, not getting enough of his rose petals-like lips. The two of you could feel the bond between you growing even stronger, crafted with the feelings and trust you built for each other. 

The last day of your journey finally came, and there you were again, hand in hand in front of the now familiar castle, hoping this time, your meeting would have a better outcome. 

“Together?” you asked, pressing a soft peck on his pale cheek. 

“Together,” he said, kissing your forehead. 

His lips remained on your skin for a while, before he shot you a confident smile and you two started walking towards the big door—though you felt like nothing could have prepared you for what was behind it. There they stood, on a big, black chair. The Nameless Protector and his Right Hand. Though you couldn't imagine it, it was so easy to tell them apart. The more imposing one was quite short and rather innocent-looking, yet he exuded a noble confidence—one that you were sure only a leader could bear. His silky half-black, half-white hair adorned his well-sculpted face, and you took your time to take in his soft features. His sharp nose stood out, making him look like some kind of a model, and you were sure the industry was happy he didn't choose that path. His rosy lips complimented his face beautifully, like the cherry on top, and his aura was something so unique you couldn't find words to describe it. He screamed gentleness, yet also authority—a true ruler who only looked forward, head held high, demanding respect and attention (and you were sure that, with that intimidating aura, he had it all). You saw him scrutinizing the two of you, his eyes landing on your interlocked hands. By this, you could say this was nothing but a Fae's demeanor. The other man, his Right Hand, on the other side, gave off more royal vibes. Despite being a bit taller, it was clear who really held the power. His round face made him look like a prince who was ready to rule the empire once the right time came, black boba eyes on full display. His white hair was falling gracefully on his face, fitting right in with his plump lips and soft nose. He also exuded a strong, powerful aura, but it was clear that the line between sweet and ruthless wasn’t blurry for him. He was definitely a fairy.

“You finally made it, congratulations, Mingi and Y/N!” 

The Nameless Protector exclaimed softly, giving the two of you a round of applause, accompanied by his reliable man. 

“I see the two of you have passed the test,” the fairy pointed out the way you were still holding each other's hands, his pearly white teeth showing through a sincere smile. 

You looked at Mingi, wondering if he had the same idea as you did. Was this all a test? 

“Yes, my dear. It was a test.”

Damn, you didn't voice your thoughts out loud, did you? 

“It is no lie that I wanted to stop investing so much in your university, so I asked your professors to send their most trusted students to me. I've heard about the constant rivalry between the two of you, so it intrigued me. I wanted to see how far you would go to protect your safe place, how much of each other you could stand to prove your points, how long until you notice you two are made to fight next to each other.” The Fae said softly. 

“Oh, and you also dealt with Wooyoung, so that was kind of a bonus.” The fairy giggled, making you and Mingi more relaxed as your laughter filled the room. 

“So… it was all a plan? Will you keep investing in our university?” you asked, hope audible in your voice. 

“Yes, it was a plan that succeeded, like always,” he flexed, chuckling at his own joke: “And yes. You have convinced me that your university is worth investing in. Furthermore, where would be the fun in ruling, if you two were the last students I could mess with?” 

You and Mingi completely let loose and started laughing, being interrupted by a fake cough. Oh, you ruined it all, didn't you? 

“Excuse me, sweeties, but wouldn’t you like to be part of my council?” 

[444sluz]

Break Ups, and will y’all get back together??

Contains: Aizawa, Bakugou, Midoriya, Kiego

Bakugou:

He’ll definitely be the one to dump you, you’re in an argument and it’s getting heated of course he’ll never lay hands on you, but you’re both having a yelling match, and he’s not in the losing mood. He’s not even listening to what you said he’s just responding with “Shut the fuck up” “you always do this” and finally he snaps and pulls out the “I don’t even know why I’m with you anymore.” Card and obviously that hurts you, he knows it did. He knows that’ll shut you up so he feels like he won, obviously he has to always be the best right? Wrong. Because after realizing that you guys broke up he felt something jab him mentally, he felt differently, he felt like he lost. And that’s one of the worst feelings Bakugou had, he knew he won the match but frankly he lost the war. He thought he won that night with you, but this is the hardest loss he’s ever took

Will you get back together???

Yes. Now although it was hard you and Bakugou ended up talking things out and suggested therapy and with a lot of convincing he agreed, and that helped you guys relationship a lot as instead of him blurting shit out he just stepped out and when he was cooled down he’d talk it out with you.

Deku:

you dump him, he keeps putting himself into dangerous situations and getting himself hurt and it’s saddening to see the boy you love endanger himself. You know he wants to be a hero, you just couldn’t stand by and watch, and it’s not like you could help, you’re quirkless. Deku told you, you can be a hero countless times but you know he’s bluffing he didn’t stand a chance before All Might. “Izuku, I can’t just stand by and watch you hurt yourself!!” You said, and he just looked at you, “(name) what’re you talking about…?” He asked and you sighed “I can’t stand by and watch you injure yourself!! I just can’t! Either you drop the heroism or I’m leaving izuku.” You said, hoping he’ll choose you, “(Name) please… you know this is my dream to be a hero.. I’m living my dream! Saving lives with a smile!!” He said and you scoffed “Saving everyone but who’s saving you!! I can’t-! I can’t watch this. We’re done.” You said and you watched him tear up a bit.. After that night Izuku started to care less and less about himself taking more hours to distract himself. He was attached to you, and 2 years later he still wonders what would’ve happened if he chose you…

Will you get back together??

Yes, it took him to lose his quirk for you to eventually come back, sadly enough he went back to you. He needed comfort he needed YOUR comfort and that he received, just like before. One lose one gain

Hawks:

He cheats on you, you’re at a party one night and well you go home early something about that party made you feel odd, he was acting dry with you like he didn’t even know you, at times. You felt uncomfortable, people were looking at you funny and your bird brain of a boyfriend left you all by yourself, where was he going again? No clue. So you just left, he didn’t realize you were even gone… sat up all night waiting for him to drunkenly walk in that door, but it didn’t happen. You even had everything to take care of him at arms reach, Advil, water, etc. yet he didn’t come home, so you fell asleep on the couch. Hoping to see him when you arise, he wasn’t there. You open insta and figure out why he wasn’t home, he was with someone else. And that hurt. Bad. You dumped him over text and grabbed important stuff and left the house, once he came home and saw the text he was confused at first, until he looked in the mirror and saw hickeys on his neck, not from you?? He fell into a depression and started stress drinking although he’d js hook up randomly which was sucky because he’d always moan/groan ur name

Will u get back together??

No. He cheated on you, enough said.

Aizawa:

in a way he dumps you?? Well you see being a underground hero and a teacher is hard now being a boyfriend is also hard, you see one of the issues he had is he had to work a lot of overtime and you were just a headache at times for him, you always assumed he was lying about overtime due to cheating situations u had in the past (hawks) but trust and believe he can barely handle you why would he want another person nagging him. He cancelled a lot of date nights when he was free because he just wants to rest when he’s not working, he does a lot.

You weren’t happy by this outcome so just like Deku you wanted him to stop, but also like deku he was not planning too. And you kept nagging and pushing and he finally broke up with you, said you needed better, said he wasn’t providing enough which was true but you loved him… but he didn’t love you. LOLL

after he dumped you, he felt like a weight lifted his shoulders, and unlike the rest he was happier with this outcome he offered to remain friends but if you didn’t want that he couldn’t force it

Will you get back together??

Takes years but yeah, when he retires he’s ready to settle down thats when you guys talk it out and that’s when you guys get back together happily ever after

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

Tim is a better person than me because I would be hella petty rn (that's all I'm going to say regarding the discourse)

Anyway, I've been a sucky mood so write-y time.

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Tommy was aware that he was far from being vulnerable or open with his emotions.

It had taken way too long for him to even entertain the idea of having an open discussion about vulnerability and transparency when his therapist had brought up his personal relationship.

The one thing he had adopted over the course of 5 years in bi weekly therapy sessions was realizing when others weren't okay.

He had that skill before, one definitely need it while being in the military or as first responder. But he had definitely honed his skills while in therapy.

Which is how he noticed this....

Evan stiffens in his seat. And it's not a big thing to notice but Tommy notices. He notices how Evan takes a big breath in and shifts in his seat.

He doesn't say anything but decides to save it for later.

He and Evan are all smiles as they watch Bobby receive the award of Valor for helping with the plane land and rescuing survivors.

Tommy hangs back a little as 118 come around to congratulate and hug Bobby before he's rushed to take take photos with the chief and the mayor, along with Athena, May, and Harry.

He notices Evan smile proudly and bump his shoulder into Chimneys, "You guys ready to have your pictures taken?"

Evan is met with an eye roll, a snort, and a "way to make it about yourself again Buckeroo."

Tommy tenses, he notices Evan does as well. "It's a fair ask." Tommy point outs, "You guys were there and Evan was with Bobby."

He's met with indifference and shrugs as they tease Evan about just wanting the spot light again and about wanting another medal.

Evan seems to confused for a moment but takes it in stride as he asks "Well, we can still take pics with the cap."

"Or we can let him have his moment with his Athena and their kids." Eddie says in a way that has Tommy frowning at the group. He says nothing, not wanting to start something that Evan would not be okay with, but he does leave his hand on the small of Evan’s back and suggest they wait together for Bobby to wrap up taking pictures and then they could ask together. "I didn't really get any pics with Bobby during our medal ceremony." Tommy shrugs hoping he sounded casual enough.

He has an inkling he knows what this is about.

Because Bobby is Bobby, he does invite the team for a group picture.

But it's the whole station.

Tommy hangs back and watches.

He tapers down his annoyance and anger.

Even more so when he hears Chimney and Eddie remind Evan too pointedly for his liking that "it's not about you Buck" after Buck laments about not being able to stand next to Bobby and not being able to take a picture just with Bobby since everyone else (including the other station captains) wanted picture as well.

Hen is the only one from his group of friends to remind Evan that he could call Bobby for pictures later since they would all be going over to Bobby and Athena's new place for a team dinner.

It does little to make Evan look less tense or hurt.

"You okay?" Tommy asks while they drive over to Bobby's.

"Yeah." Evan answers back, but Tommy knows. Evan is the opposite of him, open and emotional and vulnerable.

He knows about Evan’s fear of being left behind. And how he feels about being called "needy". About how his friends hate how tries to fix everything and how he can be "exhausting".

So Tommy knows when Evan is lying about being okay.

Tommy waits to see if Evan would tell him the truth.

But Evan continues to look straight out and that's when Tommy takes the nearest exit, saying nothing when Evan asks "Uh- Where are we going?"

'Where' is the parking lot of Arco gas station.

Tommy gets out, hearing Evans aborted question of "wha- Tommy" before walking to the other side of his truck and opening Buck's side door.

He presses the latch to belt and unbukles Evan before more or less pulling him out of the trick.

"Tommy, what are you-"

Tommy says nothing but just hugs Evan, as tight as he can. Pressing his face in Evans neck and feeling the tension in his boyfriend’s body melt away. He sighs in Evan's neck as he finally feels Evan's arm tightening around him.

"I know you just wanted a picture with Bobby. Not because you wanted the attention or anything but because you just wanted a picture with the man you see as your dad. You wanted to be up there with Harry and May because they got to be seen as his kids. You wanted your moment with your dad." Tommy expressed, knowing that that was the reason for Evan being so adamant about taking a picture with Bobby.

Tommy could feel his heart crack as Evan croaked out a watery sound "Yeah."

They pull back from the hug after a while but Tommy's hands are still on Evan's hips and Evan's hands are gripping Tommy's forearms. Tommy tries to control his breathing as notices Evan's watery eyes and blotchy skin.

"How did you know?" Evan asks.

Tommy cups his face with hands, brushing away a tear or two as tells Evan, "I haven't known you as long as the others but I know you well enough to know you care deeply for your team because they're your family and I definitely know that you weren't looking for clout, you were looking for your dad." He pulls Evan for a kiss on his birthmark. "You weren't making it about you, Evan. You wanted to celebrate your dad, you're allowed to."

Evan presses his lips together, saying nothing as he pulled Tommy for another hug.

"Thank you."

"Of course."

[prapaiwife]

Yei, this episode, we can clearly see what he has been doing behind chers' back and yak's, too. And It's all just going to implode eventually. He clearly owes those people back the money he borrowed from them. And it is so sad because I just think about that scene when cher was telling him how he would help him he would even ask his mom for some money to help them out. And i get yei doesn't want to, cause him just being able to have cher in of itself is enough he's grateful to have his mom's blessing. Unlike how It seems he doesn't have his father support at all. I think in my little prediction that if anything yak and yei's Dad felt disappointed or like it was a disgrace to the family and the boxing Community in general for his son to be gay and he couldnt accept that nor want to be a part of that and left them with the gym to manage with all of it's financial burdens to them.

But cher is just as worried and feels the burden with all of the gym and it's finances and supporting their boxers. Cher has been such an open ear to yei he will listen to him on whatever. Cher has stuck out through this whole thing with him up till this point. When things are getting hard he's still in this with him because he wants to help, because he sees how much the gym means to yei and the gym itself has became a place that he has also grown to love so much it's basically thrur second home away from home.

He just needs to stop feeling like he needs to do it alone because he doesn't have to. It's like as if he needs to prove to himself and to his dad that he could be that man, that provider. My friend and I were discussing this, and she said thus, which I think is so true in yei's situation. It's in dark blue kiss when pete says queer people feel they have to be perfect to make up for being queer to their parents.

But the thing is, yei already is doing his best. He's taking care of his little brother, helping him out in any way that he could. He's taking care of cher, and he's happy with him and only wants the same for him.

What yei is doing now is not going to work in the long run it's only going to be more of a problem as time passes. And with him doing this behind cher back, can be seen as him being unfaithful as cher told him last week, or come up as you are doing this because you don't trust him. Cause u felt that you had to go behind his back and do this because you know that cher was not going to accept that no matter the circumstance.

In this episode, he took them out on this trip, and I know how he was able to pay for it because of the money he borrowed from those guys. And when they were talking at the river about when they first met and how he saved cher from being assaulted, And how share came to we know they fell for each other very hard.

He was telling him that he's sorry if he was ever a sucky boyfriend and making these nice romantic gestures for him because obviously he loves him, no doubt about it. But also because he knows that what he's doing is going to catch up to him sooner rather than later. And when cher finds out he's going to be mad but I also think he's just going to be more disappointed that he didn't trust him enough to tell him this is what he was doing all this time. He's putting himself and cher and his yak in danger this way. A relationship is a two-way street you have to communicate yes they talk about the words of the gym multiple times but he never went down this road possibly getting a laundry money from some people who he's going to have to pay back to. So it's just that when this all comes down, it's going to be a lot. I know it.

Cause now. What if those guys come to look for him at the gym?And they don't see him, they only see cher. And cher has no idea what is going on!? 😭😭 this is gonna be a disaster.

[base0h]

Hello, sorry if I boring you..

I just would like to have a request with sanji, luffy and ace react with a s/o who doesn't fight as much as possible, because she wants to pretend to be a weak person (she doesn't it AT ALL)

one day they are about to take a violent blow and their "weak" s/o imposes herself and keeps the enemy VERY VERY far away with a simple slap

Sorry if it’s a suck request.. 🙈

a/n - ohhhhhh my goshhhh- this idea??? 💜👀nono it’s not a sucky request at all! Tysm for the request anon!

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, overpowered reader (y/n is always so cool 😭)

You don’t fight as much as possible, not because you were weak. But because of the fact that fighting and battles weren’t your favorite thing. So why not avoid it in the best way possible? Pretending you were weak. You’d become quite the actor, easily persuading the entire crew of your supposed “weakness”. You knew that the love of your life, Sanji, would do absolutely anything to keep you safe. That’s what made you feel guilty, his loyalty and love for you. While you were pretending to be weak, the chivalrous chef always had to swoop in and save you like the prince he was. It was whenever he got injured for you when you could’ve easily defended yourself when you felt the guilt deep inside your heart.

Perhaps this facade should end, it was only costing your lover and friends to risk their lives for your safety. God, you felt horrible. You weren’t weak at all! The fact that your crewmates got hurt for you, because they thought you were weak made something burn in your heart. You could easily protect yourself and your friends, so why keep this play going? It was time to end it.

The strawhat crew was in yet another close battle, one that you didn’t think you’d make it out of unscathed. Your assumptions were correct, a marine was just about to land a violent blow to your head with their rifle. It was like everything slowed in your vision. Was your mind so much faster than the world? You could hear the faint cries from Sanji, begging you to get out of the way. That’s what made you snap out of it, flicking the back of your hand into the marines face instead. The soldier flew so far away you couldn’t even see where he landed. The impact of your blow was so powerful that a small gust of wind was felt around you.

No words could describe just how shocked Sanji was to see you completely destroy the soldier like that. One little flick of your hand was all it took to send the soldier flying.. His mouth was hung agape, his eyes as wide as you’d ever seen them before. He couldn’t move, so distracted from your hidden strength. Poor cook ended up being hit in the head by a metal javelin, being slammed into the ground harshly. You immediately went over to him, kicking the javelin out of the marine’s hand, grabbing it and slamming it into the soldier’s face. The blow launched the pitiful soldier far far away, maybe if you looked hard enough, there was a little sparkle in the sky from where he flew.

Sanji didn’t think it was possible to love you even more than he did. But, you proved him wrong. There isn’t a number to describe just how much the man loved and admired you. Everything about you was so perfect, even before he knew about your true strength. The way you smile, when you lend a hand with cooking meals, even the way you talked with him! Oh gosh- he could ramble on and on for decades about just how amazing you were. (Please go along with my thoughts 💀)

You ended up carrying Sanji bridal style, blocking every attack from all angles, the epic and cinematic slo-mo shot as you saved your prince <3 Sanji had that sparkle in his eyes, looking up at you with absolute amazement and love for you. To this day, he would never admit this… But, he would like to be carried by you once more 🙏

You never really got a chance to show off your true strength, not when Luffy was around at least.. He was already bouncing off, kicking ass before you could even lift a finger. It wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose- that was just your boyfriend being himself. Even when you tried to help out, Zoro and Sanji ended up taking over too!!

They all kept stealing all your thunder >:( even Usopp manages to pull through with his ginormous one-shot cannon more than you. You’d had enough! It was time for the crew to know that you weren’t completely useless in a fight.

Luffy was reckless, that’s just how he was, but he meant well! He got himself caught in a marine base, miraculously getting caught by every single guard stationed there. It was honestly amazing to you how he always, almost always got caught. You were hiding behind a crate of rifle ammo and other supplies, waiting for the right moment to strike and save your loveable idiot.

He looked towards you and smiled excitedly right before the guards cuffed him with sea stone. You motioned to him, frantically trying to tell him to not say anything, to BE QUIET.

“Y/N!!! Hey!! You came to save me?? Thanks!”

…

You sat there for a moment. Why was he always like this..? The guards started to aim their swords and weapons at Luffy, ready to strike in a moment. You rushed forward, and just before the soldiers struck your loved, your hand blocked their attacks. The impact of the blows to your hand were completely absorbed, you didn’t move a muscle, the swords unable to cut through your skin.

The marines audibly gasped, and so did Luffy. You slapped them all in the face, sending them flying into all of the crates in the storage room. Splinters, dust, gunpowder, extra swords, clothes, food, and other items flew around the room. You caught a stick of meat and went to go give it to Luffy.

His mouth was on the floor. Literally on the floor. His eyes bulging out of his head as he stood there in astonishment. You put the chunk of meat into his mouth and closed it for him, patting his head softly. He didn’t even start chewing until you started moving his jaw to chew for him.

“Luffy… You ok?”

“MHFM! HOUCH GOME YOUF HAND WAF BIKE SHEBSIBDFSJSHBDIENDJCH?!” (Y/n! How did you do that?! You slapped him and he went BOOOOOOM- THAT WAS SO COOL!)

The rubber boy was shouting with a huge chunk of meat in his mouth, so you didn’t really get anything he said.. You had to grab him and sling him over your shoulder as you both escaped narrowly. He was still yelling at you in gibberish, and you couldn’t really tell if he was amazed or extremely angry-?

a/n - Sanji needs to be carried bridal style pls

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Soul Survivor: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Sam begins the process of curing Dean while you sit back and watch Dean get worse before he gets better. One thing is for sure: you're going to have a lot of fun drowning his soul in pain.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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You're surprised Cas isn't around to give his input. Sam called Cas and told him to make his way to the Bunker to help, but without angel wings, Cas needed to find another way to get to the Bunker. He hooked up with an angel named Hannah because if Dean is a demon, then he's going to need all the help he can get.

Hannah doesn't spend a lot of time on Earth so she is new to driving. She tried using a map to guide her back to the Bunker but ended up making a wrong turn somewhere. She and Cas are stuck on some backroads in an area they are both not familiar with. She lays the map on the hood of the car and studies it while Cas is on the other side trying not to think about how sucky he feels.

He doesn't have his grace so whatever grace he stole before is dying out. Either he needs more of it or he is going to die.

"Sorry, I missed another turn. I have no idea where the main road is." Hannah sighs. "These things are so confining and primitive." She looks up and notices Cas' hunched posture. "It's getting worse, isn't it?" He doesn't answer her so she walks around the car to face him. "Castiel, it's time we stopped avoiding the obvious. You and I both know how to fix this—both you and the situation."

"I will not slit some angel's throat and steal its grace." She opens her mouth but Cas puts a hand up to silence her. "Before you say it, we definitely are not going to beg Metatron."

"What about helping your friend? What about sending the rogue angels back to Heaven? Your preference to die for your principles is very noble but it is meaningless."

"Then you carry on."

"I am not enough!" she shouts.

"Sometimes enough is whatever you have." Cas stumbles and Hannah grabs his arm to steady him. They look into each other's eyes thoughtfully, but the moment is ruined by Cas' phone ringing. "Sam?"

"Hey, are you still coming?"

"I'm a few hours away. Is the treatment working?"

"No, not very well. I don't understand. This isn't like how it was with Crowley. Dean is in pain. I mean, he's in bad pain. It's like he's barely holding on. Cas... I might be killing him."

You walk into the library to overhear Sam's side of the conversation. Dean dying for the second time wouldn't be a worry on your shoulders, but then all you'd hear is Sam's whining about how he lost his brother. He'd do everything he can to bring you back, and you're not about that. Dean can't die. This has to work.

"It might be," Cas sighs.

"Should I stop?"

"And do what? He's not possessed. Exorcism is out of the question. The ritual of purified blood is the only treatment I know."

"Did you not hear what I just said? I could be killing my brother!"

"Sam, he's not your brother. Not now. You have to be prepared for--"

"Killing my brother, I got it," Sam sighs.

You walk right up to him and snatch the phone from his hands. Not only does he have his brother to worry about, but he has you.

"Hey, Cas, Y/N here. Listen, I really don't care if Dean lives or dies. In fact, him out of the picture would make my life much easier. However, I don't want to spend the rest of my life with Sam whining and complaining about how he lost his brother. If there is another way to save Dean, then better let us know now."

Cas is shocked to hear you speak this way. Yes, he knew Dean become a demon as soon as Metatron killed him but he didn't know about your condition. The last time he was with Sam was when you were unconscious in one of the bedrooms. To hear you say something like this when he knows you're in love with Dean is jarring.

"What's wrong with you?" is all he can say.

"Nothing is wrong with me. This is the new me. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you can move on with your life."

"Give me the fucking phone," Sam hisses and steals his phone back. You shrug and walk off to entertain yourself somewhere else. "I'm sorry about her."

"What's going on with Y/N?"

"Something happened to her, Cas. It's like all the good has been sucked out of her. Whatever made her, her isn't there anymore."

"Okay, we'll look into it when I get there. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay. I'll leave the entry unlocked for you. Just hurry, please."

Sam hangs up the phone and decides to check on his brother. You follow quickly with a popsicle in your hand to see what kind of drama they're going to create. Dean is slouched over in his chair with his eyes closed. If you didn't know any better, Dean is dead. Sam runs over to his brother and slaps his cheek to bring him back.

"Hey, Dean! Come on! Come back! Y/N, do something!"

"Why?" you ask and lick your popsicle.

"No," Dean whispers.

"Come back to me. Hey! Dean, are you okay?"

"Yeah, if you consider drowning in your own sweat while your blood boils 'okay'."

Dean coughs as Sam takes a step back from him.

"Look, I can't stop doing this."

"Sure you can. You just stop! There's no point in trying to bring your brother back now."

"Oh, I will bring him back and then both of us are going to bring Y/N back."

"Good luck with that," you scoff.

"Fun fact, Sammy, your guilt-ridden, weight-of-the-world bro has been MIA for quite some time now. I'm loving the new model: Lean, mean, Dean. Did you notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining and your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just tired of babysitting you or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since forever." Dean laughs at the pain on Sam's face. "Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn't for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!"

"Ouch," you say and sit down. "Are you gonna take that, Sam?"

"This isn't my brother talking," Sam says and ignores you for now.

"You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. Guess what: I quit."

"No, you don't. You don't get to quit. We don't get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!"

"Then we got nothin'."

"Would you say that to Dad?"

"Dad? Oh, there's a prize," Dean scoffs. "There's a man who brainwashed us into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle!" Sam turns away from Dean and prepares the next syringe. "Oh. Ooh. Is this you manning up?"

"This is me yanking your lame ass out of the fire." Sam turns and jams another needle full of blood into Dean's arm. "You're welcome."

Sam leaves his brother gasping in pain at the job the purified blood is doing to his body. You get up and go to follow Sam but turn at the entrance to the dungeon. 

"I hope you get cured."

"Why?" Dean coughs.

"When your pretty little soul is restored to what it was before, I'm going to have such a fun time drowning it in pain. You're gonna become my new favorite toy." You wink and suck on the popsicle. "See ya."

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[child-of-of-the-sunshine]

Chapter 1 (Returning Home)

A/N: Chapter one will be split into two parts Becaise apparently Tumblr doesn’t like 3502 words on a fic

Warnings: Mentions of trouble getting pregnant

Abbie was waiting on the front steps for Jake’s truck to pull in, she was nervous she only knew what she could know over the phone, but once she saw Jake she knew it was bad, she knew no one died, but she knew this mission took a toll on him, she got up and ran to him, she hugged him almost knocking him over, he let out an ‘oof’ “Can you tell me what happened?” She asked “I can tell you what’s not classified.” He said, she held his face, tell me after you get a good meal in you Jakey.” She said grabbing his hand and leading him to the house, dinner was already made, it was chicken and rice one of Jake’s favorite after a long time away “God I love you so much baby.” Jake said wrapping his arms around her, and nuzzling into her neck “Jakey what happened?” She asked turning around in his arms, she could see tears in Jakes eyes “I could have almost not made it home to you, I fucked up bad to.” He said, she wiped his eyes “Tell me Jake.” She said “Rooster and Mav went down, Mav first and then Rooster went after Mav. I saved them but I said so much shit over the three weeks in Cali. Stuff about Roosters dad, I shouldn’t have I know, I almost disobeyed an order to save them. I fucked up.” He said, he laid his head in n her shoulder she could feel his tears soaking into her shirt, she rubbed his back with her hand, she knew Jake put on cocky façade for the guys, she then grabbed his dog tags and unhooked them and took off the ring, and slide it back on the his left hand, and slide his dog tags back over his neck “That’s better, now let’s and drink something cold.” She said as Jake looked at her

A week later

Jake was getting back to the grove of things, and at this point kids they weren’t trying, “Jake I know I promised not to bring it up, but you never told me you f Daggers are permanent?” She asked “We will get our patches in about a month. I want you to be there. Meet the squadron.” Jake smiled, “Yeah you want to show off your rodeo Queen.” Abbie laughed kissing him “Well my rodeo queen is damn hot.” Jake laughed, Abbie hummed against Jakes lips “You we haven’t.” Jake said nodding towards the bedroom “We have not, and we have nothing to worry about.” Abbie said, at this point Jake and Abbie didn’t they both accepted the fact they might never become parents a natural way after Abbies OBGYN finally said Abbie has 40% chance of getting pregnant naturally and if she did it would be high risk, it took 4 years for them to find it out. But now they looked into other options to have a family adopting and having a surrogate, even IVF. But neither wanted to risk Abbie’s health and safety, little did they that this was going to be the time Abbie finally got pregnant

8 weeks later

Abbie hasn’t been feeling so Javy offered to help brand cattle, Abbie honestly still had three pregnancy test under the sink, and she thought it wouldn’t but what she didn’t expect was all three to show positive, Abbie started crying before heading and saddling her horse she rode out to where they were branding cattle, Jake noticed her and rode over “Abbie, you should be resting.” Jake said, stopping next to her “This couldn’t wait.” She said fiddling with the rains, she did it when she was nervous, Jake grabbed her hand to stop her “Tell me.” Jake said, Abbie pulled the test out of her jacket pocket and handed it to Jake “Your serious?” Jake questioned not believing the piece of plastic in his hand “I took three the last three thought it wouldn’t hurt.” She shrugged, Jake grabbed Abbies saddle horn and kissed her passionately, they both had tears as Javy rode over “Hey guys we got work no sucky faces.” Javy laughed “Shut up Javy.” Jake said flipping his best friend off forgetting the test was in his hand “Wait your?” Javy questioned “Yes now quite this could be high risk we don’t know I’ll go back make an appointment for this week but don’t tell anyone.”

Abbie said, they finished branding and went back to the house, “I talked to my Aunt and Uncle, they agreed that they will keep this place up. My cousin and her husband offered to move in.” Abbie said smiling “You really are going to follow me to Cali and give it all up?” He questioned her “Jake it was the plan once we started our family.” She smiled up at him “Are you sure I know how much you love it all.” He said “Jake I’m not going to live over 1,000 miles away with a kid.” She said “It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.” She smiled at him

Over the next couple of weeks they started packing and decided what would stay and would go most the furniture would go with them. They found a cute little air bnb to rent until they got a house that suited them, by the time she was ready to meet the daggers along with Sadie she was already showing a little, the daggers decided on BBQ since some had girlfriends or wives or kids, it would be done at Mav and Penny’s house, when Jake and Abbie showed little Cory made a b line for his favorite aunt and uncle “Aunt Abbie.” The boy yelled, she picked him and got a look from Jake “I’m fine.” She said smiling at Jake, they had found out her pregnancy was as high risk as it seemed “Okay little man lead the way.” Jake smiled as Abbie set him down, they little grabbed Abbies hand and led her out back “Abbie.” Sadie said setting down her drink and hugging her best friend “Oh my gosh your showing.” Sadie whispered “Jake is literally obsessed with the bump.” She laughed “Wait, there's another girl on this team.” Sadie said, taking Abbie toward Phoenix “You must be Abbie.” Phoenix smiled at her “Sadie talks about you.” She said smiling “I also might follow your rodeo career.” Phoenix said smiling “Oh I didn’t realize fighter pilots followed the rodeo.” Abbie said laughing “I think I might be the only one.” She smiled the girls talked and then topic came up of to how her Jake got together both Sade and Abbie laughed “Rodeo, was the county’s best Bull rider.” She said smiling “You also hated him but liked him at the same time.” Sadie said laughing “Please don’t remind me.” She sighed, shaking her head “Oh my gosh you and Jake were so annoying.” Sadie laughed and Abbie felt an arm around her “What are you girls talking about?” Jake asked, “Sadie was telling me how you guys got together.” Natasha smiled, “Sadie and Javy left us at the park.” Jake laughed, “It worked.” Sadie said smiling at them, but like normal now a days Jakes hand found Abbies stomach, the fun continued

Chapter 1 part two

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[skylarmoon71]

Josh Porter (Grimm) - Chapter 5

“LET HIM GO!!”

Josh’s body is tossed and he hits the wall. You panic, because Trubel is unconscious on the ground. You never thought your lead would end up here, confronted by a Siegbarste. Trubel told you how dangerous they were. 

There had been a manhunt due to the fact that the last group of officers that confronted him had ended up mangled. You all had been in the area following the reports. That’s what led you to the warehouse where he was hiding out.

Now with nothing but your gun to protect you, you’re scared.

Scared that Josh and Trubel could die, that you can’t save them, that this monster is going to kill so many more people if you don’t stop him now

“What are you going to do with that little gun?”

He’s taunting you. He knows you’re at a disadvantage. If any of your bullets land that would be luck. You can’t even get your hands to steady long enough and he grins wickedly.

“Take your best shot.”

He extends his hands, and you glare, raising your hand as you aim for his head. You empty the clip. Every shot right at the center of his skull. You’re not sure how many bullets you’ve fired, but the last click alerts you that you’re empty. He steps forward and you take one trembling step back. You wait for it, his attack, but he manages one more step and his body caves. He falls like a tree, the weight of his body almost shaking the ground.

You barely take a breath, because you’re still in disbelief. It doesn’t really register that he’s dead until you see the blood. You finally release a breath, and in an instant you’re racing over to Trubel and Josh, desperately praying that they’re okay.

~

“Miss, please get back into bed, you’re badly hurt.”

“I’m fine!”

You can recognize that voice anywhere. Stepping into the room, you smile. Trubel looks up, wearing a grin.

“I’ll take it from here. She’s a bit of a sucky patient.”

The nurse nods in agreement, exiting the room.

The second you walk over to Trubel you feel relieved. Aside from her busted lip and the bruise on her forehead, she seems fine.

“I heard you took the orge down. Emptied your clip. I hope that bastard felt every bullet. “

Trubel slips off her hospital gown, reaching for her pants and shirt to get dressed.

“Have you seen Josh yet? He took a lot of hits.”

You shake your head.

“He was unconscious when they brought him in. I was about to head back over there.” When she has her pants and vest on she turns to you.

“You’re still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Did you sleep here?”

“Didn’t get a whole lot of sleep.” You muttered.

She takes in your somber tone, nodding.

“I get that. Let’s go check in on him. He’s tough, he’ll pull through.”

You nod, about to head out when you realize something.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

“Nah, I never liked hospitals anyway. They’re overrated.” You can’t help but laugh. Some things would never change.

It takes a few minutes to get to Josh’s floor. Relief washes over you when you see that he’s indeed regained consciousness. Trubel practically runs to his side and he smiles when he sees the both of you.

“See, that orge didn’t stand a chance against us.” Trubel boasts. 

Josh laughs and it’s then you take in his state. He’s barely seated upright. He looks like he’s in pain. His face isn’t too battered, but you can only imagine what injuries are hidden under his gown.

He notices the way you distance yourself. So does Trubel. She steps back.

“I’m gonna grab some actual food, do you want anything?”

You shake your head and Josh just chuckles.

“I think just liquids is all I can take right now.”

“Got it, I’ll grab you a beer.” She fixes her jacket as she heads out.

Once the door closes, his gaze settles on you. Moving closer, you feel that uncomfortable feeling settle in your stomach.

“Don’t scare me like that again.” You lecture.

He’s smiling.

You’re concerned, because he was practically used as a punching bag before you finally subdued the guy.

You knew you shouldn’t be worried. Despite his lack of combat training, he was surprisingly good at holding his own. You figured it had more to do with his abilities as a Grimm. His ancestors were basically hunters after all.

You exhaled, closing your eyes as you did a little prayer. He noticed.

“Hey, I’m fine, look.”

You opened your eyes, and he reached for your hand. You stood as he pulled you closer, placing your hand right over his chest.

“See, my heart is beating, everything is functioning just fine. No need to call the calvary.”

You smiled despite your worry. You could see that, but it was still scary. He was knocked unconscious by a freaking orge no less. It was pure luck that you were able to take down the monstrosity of a man. It took about eight bullets to the head before he’d stopped basically tearing through the room.

“Josh I-”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

You sigh, taking a seat on the bed. There was no reason to blame yourself, you knew that, but you still feel responsible. You’re the one who brought him in on this. Convinced him to use his skills to stop Wesen.

At the time it felt like what needed to be done, but now you’re having doubts. You’re a bit terrified that one of these days you’re going to get him killed. At the end of the day, he’s still a civilian. He didn’t sign up for this. He didn’t take an oath to protect and serve. This shouldn’t be his responsibility.

“Even if you hadn’t asked me, I’d still be out there.”

Your eyes lift.

“I told you, I wasn’t about to just sit around and let innocent people get hurt. I spent most of my life afraid of just about everything. When I lost my dad I realized that I needed to stop being scared. Bad things will happen, I can't avoid every problem. But these abilities, with them I can make a difference. I can help people. With whatever time I have left on this earth, that’s what I want to do. Even if it’s terrifying.”

His resolve is admirable. You were a cop and the things you saw made you want to crawl into a hole sometimes. You can’t imagine what it’s like to be him, to see it all, whether he wants to or not. With a soft smile, you shake your head. It’s clear that nothing you say is going to change his mind. You just close your eyes, pressing your forehead against his.

“You better not die on my watch, you hear me.”

He chuckles.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

For a few more moments, you stay like that. You need that closeness. Especially with how many hits he’d probably taken. Your mind just barely registers his hand at the back of your head, stroking almost comfortingly. When you pull back, your eyes open, and so does his. 

For a second you linger there, lost in the look he wears. You’ve never realized just how beautiful his eyes are. The emerald hues of his irises display a naivety that’s somewhat comforting. You swallow, and for a split second your eyes stray to his deliciously pink lips.

“Maybe it’s the pain meds but..right about now I’d really like to kiss you..”

The little mutter has your heart stirring. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want the same. But he’s hurt, and the last thing you should be doing is this. You’re also more aware of how good his fingers feel, running through your hair. With a careful breath, you close your eyes and pull away.

“Get some sleep.”

His arm falls, and you spare him one last smile before you exit the room. 

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Prince!Luke Masterlist

a kingdom of hearts (but not of love) (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton M, 12k

Summary: luke's a prince. well, a prince who loves to wear dresses and loves girly things. however, he feels though he's missing that special someone in his life. although it may just change when he meets a special prince named ashton.

or the one where luke's basically a princess, ashton is his soulmate, and things get in their fucking way before they fall in love.

Cinderfella (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: "Mother, I do not want to have a ball to find my 'wife'!" Luke complains, as his mother grabs another invitation off the large pile.

"Oh, honey, you don't have to find a wife," She says, and Luke sighs, sinking back into his seat, thinking that he was finally free.

"It may be a husband," She finishes, and Luke shoots up.

"I am not gay!"

come alive and bring the thunder (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke, past luke/ashton E, 36k

Summary: Prince Luke of the Faeries is forced to marry King Michael after a War between kingdoms threatens to tear their lives apart... and maybe Luke and Michael fall in love too. Maybe.

Crowns and Riches. (ao3) - snickerz luke/ashton G, 9k

Summary: Prince Luke meets Stable Boy Ashton, his mother informs him that he is betrowthed to be married, he agrees at first but starts to develop an untold amount of feelings for the boy which are later returned, he is faced with the dilemma of what he is expected to do vs what his heart and soul is telling him to do. (A whole lot of fluff)

i'll be yours truly unbelievable (ao3) - princesshemmings (deludedlarry) luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 17k

Summary: This was an incredibly stupid idea. He didn't even know anything about this guy (unless you count that he knows his name is Ashton and that he has pretty eyes and curly hair). He could be one of those 'dangerous' people his mother was always talking about. But he took one look at Ashton and immediately knew that he wasn't going to hurt him. Call it intuition or just plain idiocy, but he felt that he could trust this stranger. Then again, he didn't have a lot of experience with strangers. Whatever. Fuck it.

AU in which every country in the world has a king and queen. Luke just so happens to be the prince of Australia. alternatively titled: why are my titles always irrelevant all time low lyrics

I'm Sitting Eyes Wide Open And I Got One Thing Stuck In My Mind (I Don't Wanna Fit Wherever) (ao3) - Migs michael/luke E, 5k

Summary: Michael and Luke celebrate Valentine's Day.

OR: Luke is a Prince, Royal puppy fancies Calum (who can blame her?) and there is sex and proposals.

It’s a hell of a ride (loving you) (ao3) - PazloveMGC michael/luke G, 6k

Summary: When luke is a prince that has to save his kingdom and michael is the villian

Mary on a... (ao3) - hrts4julienbakr michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: Prince Luke is trying to run away, things get weird (and fluffy)

Rebel Heart (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke M, 292

Summary: According to Greek Mythology, humans originally had two pairs of arms and legs, and one head with two faces. Fearing the power they can sustain, Zeus split them apart with his lighting, forever condemning them to find the other half of them for all eternity.

Prince Luke Hemmings had yet to find his soulmate.

or a soulmate au in which Luke is a prince and Michael is the rebel leader.

That One Name (ao3) - TrashTrashTrash michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: the one where Luke has a sucky life but one day Michael comes and fixes it

[our-inspire-verse]

More sad below

(Written earlier, posted when i got time) my art VV

Its just sorta sucky bc everyone apparently knew before i did. And it wasnt like it was denial, Cadance looked at me with so much pity and i had no reason to understand why "this tired is different" meant i would LOSe him. I didn't know that the "sometimes i got tired and need to rest for a few days haha! I'll be alright" didnt extend past his 50s. I had no idea to even fully comprehend that he wouldn't always be there. I wasn't stupid, I'd grown up around death and loss and change, but I'd spent 30 years being aggressively shown that people i loved dearest wouldn't leave me for anything in the universe, and would face death for me. I never paused to think too hard about it because i didn't know what i would do. And i was right. I didnt know. I froze.

I keep seeing the memory of realizing things were about to change. Me, Cadance and Danny were playing in the living room with pool noodles. It was just a random fucking day man. It was just, us being us. Stupid bullshit when my world was collapsing. Everything was about to be the worst it ever EVER would be for me. And i was laughing so hard i was lightheaded with Dan. We were slinging styrofoam at each other and i didnt even notice the phone ring. I didnt think too hard on seeing Alder's face, i thought, oh, work. He'll tell me when he hangs up:)

And the playing got softer from the other 2. I didnt understand that they were eavesdropping subtly. I didn't know they'd seen that phonecall enough to know why i should have stopped. It didnt matter, they told me eventually. It didn't matter because Alder pulled me aside, alone into his room.

He told me he had a very serious doctor appointment coming up, and he needed me to be there for it if i could. Of course, anything Bobby. I called him Bobby, because Aldi used to make him mad. Only playfully, he wouldn't really get that mad much, save for protecting me. He told me that this was going to be really hard, and he was sorry in advance for everything that was coming up. I got scared finally. I said whats wrong?

"They think they found something... In my head. They didn't... say that. But i can infer" he was choked up. "I can infer around the silence. The 'you need to make an appointment' instead of 'you're clear, sir.' I just. I need you to understand something very real is going on right now." I didnt understand, or i didnt want to. The fragility of humans i used to rub in Dan's face during fights was biting me and drawing out all of my blood. I didnt want to see it.

Alder was only 67. He was only 67 and he got like 35 years with me. That number repeated for the whole year since i first fronted and got labeled as host. Since the memories started coming in. 35. That stupid, terrible number. Sucks. That now, years and timelines and dimensions apart, souls changed over massive time periods, and im feeling the weight of the first night i slept on the idea that i could maybe possibly lose him soon. And soon I'll have to sleep in this life again, knowing alllll that new information about what happened between then and now.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

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THE TIME HAS COMEEEEEE mickey i’ve been looking forward to reading this ever since u dropped it n i finally found a good moment for it :3 it’s a lillll past breakfast but i’m still drinking coffee n orange juice n nomming on my metaphorical pretty boy cereal + the sun is shining :333 I’M EXTREMELY EXCITED TO MEET UR OIKAWA HEHE let’s see how it goes ………..

:((((((( hhhhhhhh . the defeat……… you described reader’s frustration and sadness sooooo vividly i can practically taste it ….. and your descriptions are just!!! so so good!!!! it’s crazy bc when i think of your writing i always think abt intimacy and comfort and softness but you really are so good at writing angst. it hurts a bunch actually PHDKDBDB u better pay me back w comfort later …… 😔😔😔

like a statue; turned into stone, you stand in your awkward position, unable to comprehend that it's over. that it's really over. it feels like everybody is looking at you, cursing you in their own heads. is this what drowning feels like? even if you could open your mouth to try and save yourself with a big breath of air, the stifling stench of losing would surely just make you choke harder. (…) you feel sick. the food in your mouth is starting to taste like vomit and the water isn't helping either. still, you refuse to stop. refuse to raise your eyes from your table to ask whether you can leave. you will sit there as long as the others do and you won't complain. you will eat the food just like the others do and you won't complain. you don't get to do that. (…) your captain does sit you down for a second before letting you go though, calmly telling you how it wasn't your fault and how you'll get it next time. and it sucks. it sucks that you don't hear it... it sucks that nothing will make this feeling go away. you know it and your captain knows it.

LIKE …… i’m just picking out a couple paragraphs that rlly hit me Hard but :((((( all of it just felt so real!!!!!! that sucky feeling that just Won’t go away no matter what …… i’m not a sports person so i dunno how it feels to fail your team in a scenario like this, but i could insert myself into the narrative so easily anyway!! bc of how skilled you are at describing emotions!!!!

all this just to say i’m in awe of you i alr know this fic is gonna bite me right in the heart T_T

their warm hand resting on your back does soothe the shivers that have been tormenting you ever since you lost the ball. and for the first time since that moment, you crane your neck, raising your heavy head to meet their eyes and now you do feel like crying. the sadness is there, but so is the same warmth, the same adoration one has for their loved ones. nobody is upset with you, nobody blames you. their hand rises from your back and goes up to ruffle your hair as you let your head fall against their chest. "you're okay."

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 MICKEYYYYY I’M CRYING this is so sweet…… hhhhhh the comfy captain and their loved teammates :((( nobody is upset with you!!! nobody blames you!!!!! aaaaa this rlly does feel like a scene straight out of hq i can practically see the animation 😞😞 it’s just !! so raw and heartfelt n achey but so so comfy :((((((( the tender embrace….. the shivers and tears……. “you’re okay” HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY WEAKNESS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 just!!! the captain being sooo reassuring and kind …… kinda fell for them oops </3 started thinking of daichi that’s my bad.

BUT just from this i can tell oikawa is gonna be theeee comfiest little guy :333 i’m so excited.. the angst is getting to me …. i need to be healed …..

you raise your head back up, desperate to show your appreciation for them and nod again, cracking the world's smallest and saddest smile and they ruffle your hair again before standing up. "you're okay."

…………… captain 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THEY’RE SO SWEEETTTTT I’M WEEPING . the world’s smallest and saddest smile :((((( sniffle sniffle

and it isn't. it's not mean at all. it's the exact opposite actually. from the fact that it's staring at you with rather soft eyes to the fact that it's not your own reflection.

AAAAAA THE VENDING MACHINE TRANSITION WAS SO FUCKING GOOD i loved how you did that…… your brain……. it’s not mean at all bc it’s not you ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

AND HERE HE ISSSSSSS our new resident pretty boy of loserville!!!!! and i . already feel so immensely soft for him LMAO…. just!! the way he’s so observant!!!!! usually so eager to joke and mess around but now he’s quiet……. “just do it already” HHHHHH 😔😔 reader wincing when they realize they sound mean…….. the tense atmosphere………… and oikawa’s pov :(((

how the lips that are usually pulled into a beautiful grin he loves so much are now wobbling, ready to spill all of your sorrows. your clenched jaw as you try to avoid his gaze for whatever reason. please, look at me.

MICKEYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i just met him but i already know i’m gonna love this little guy… this caring little ball of fluffy hair ………. ur writing here is just so pretty mickey i’m tempted to just paste a bunch of paragraphs one after the other but i also need to rant my own thoughts ……… he LOVES your smile :((((( just . yeah!! canon. he likes to tease and he likes the banter and he loves your smile sm that he isn’t even risking a tiny joke.

AND THE “please look at me” MICKEYYY STOP :((((((((

his eyes are unforgiving and you know he means well. you know he's not gonna make fun of you, he's not gonna tease you – not now. but you still feel ashamed, whether he says the joke or not; the joke has already been made and it's right here, standing in front of a stupid pink vending machine.

”his eyes are unforgiving and you know he means well” HE’S SO ……. hhhhhhhh i rlly do think oikawa is so complex and i haven’t seen enough of hq to comfortably form my own opinion LMAO but… the way u depict him feels so real…. the honesty in his eyes and the silence. but also the knowledge that he won’t make fun of you!!!! bc he’s not that kind of guy!!!! he’s not mean just a hater but never at you. never when you can’t even look him in the eye ☹️☹️

and hhhh . reader’s negative feelings that just keep seeping through…….. “the joke has already been made” and it’s them :(( or so they think.

if his heart wasn't shattered before, it sure is now. your eyes are red and glassy, but mostly tired, so tired. there's no glint in them, dull and sad. his hand slips from your wrist to your palm, intertwining his fingers with yours. "you did well."

:(((((((( YOU DID WELLLL… IM GNA CRY …. ohhhh he’s trying so hard to comfort you. to make the sadness go away 😔😔 and again … idk what u put in these descriptions but i want you to know i’m gnawing at every single one the fatigue is sooo palpable i started physically feeling ill. mickey ur angst honestly isn’t good for my health the comfort better make up for it i’m so serious 😥😥😥

everything he comes up with just makes him feel even more sick. he wants to cry because he doesn't know how to comfort you. how to make it all better. "do you want me to stay with you?"

he’s so !!!!!!! :(((( hhhhh . get ready for a lot of :(s btw bc that’s all i can feel as i’m reading ….. he just wants to make it better!!! but he’s such an awkward little loser he doesn’t know how to go abt it :(( he’s trying though and it’s making me so soft……

you see the hurt in his eyes and you just feel bad. you feel bad for everything. you're upsetting people even off the court. you just can't help it can you?

I’M SHAKING THIS READER BY THEIR SHOULDERS HHHHH it’s not their fault!!!! they’re just so frustrated still :(((((( aaaaa i know i’m just repeating myself atp but what else is new . i just think you’re so good at making ur readers feel real and human !!! at making them charming and grounded but also so easy to relate to…. bc who wouldn’t feel awful and bitter after losing at smth they care so deeply about???

AAA AND IWA’S HERE oh great he’s also fucking awkward…………… PHSJDHJD NO IM KIDDING i think they’re both so sweet :33 there’s also sm respect here i think!!! they know how it feels so they’re not gonna throw out some superficial words that don’t do anything ….. there’s this silent understanding that i’m so weak for. gulping it down as we speak

the ugly reflection is back and it's laughing at you and you can't do it anymore. your knees buckle from under you, hitting the soft carpeted floor as you weep. hunched over, you just look like a big pile of guilt. (…) for almost an hour – you don't move from your spot, rooted and rotting into the carpet. it's pathetic. you think about how the others are watching the movie, shedding tears quietly but together, nonetheless.

THIS BREAKDOWN ACHED SO BADDDDD but the descriptions were very tasty so thank u still 😞😞 . just a big pile of guilt …. it’s also so cathartic to see reader finally let all their emotions out!! but aaaaa the fact that they’re stuck in their own choice to be alone and regretting it :((( they don’t wanna be alone they want their teammates or captain or just . Anyone to be there with them.

…… meanwhile oikawa is in his room spiralling LMAO he’s so real <3333 BUT I LOVEDDD THE CONVO BETWEEN HIM AND IWA their banter and dialogue is just so good … i love them i do …… “is your fear of overstepping more important than their well-being right now?” “no.” :(((((( aaa he thinks of your sad eyes and he just can’t sit still.

"you're so mean, iwa... can you not threathen to punch me every two seconds? i'm trying to be so good." oikawa mutters with a pout, grabbing his phone and his hoodie, ready to be your knight in shining armor. knight in plaid pyjamas more like.

I CAN FEEL YOUR LOVE FOR GOODNATURED PRETTY BOYS BLEEDING OUT HERE BTW so real of u …. he just wants to be good <33333 i Exploded. AND KNIGHT MENTION‼️‼️‼️ HE WANTS TO BE YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR ‼️‼️‼️ he’s so silly and stupid and nice and he wants his little reader to feel okay again …… T_T

it's your oikawa instead – eyes wide open and slightly panting.

YOUR OIKAWA 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i sniffled. AND HE’S WEARING GLASSES MICKEYYYY I’M SHAKING UR SHOULDERS ty for the food i’m gnawing at his bones <3333

"you said you wanna be alone but i don't care."

:((( he’s so ……. i feel like oikawa is so caring in such a direct way . that feels right to me. he’s maybe not super attuned to emotions in the way some other characters are but i think he just has this innate… instinct to know what you need. he’s an observant boy!!!! mickey i hope u know this fic is actively shaping the way i see oikawa i’m new in hq land obviously but i’m so happy that this is the first fic of him i’m reading :33

and for a second time today, a pair of eyes feel actually comforting. he's not trying to burn you, he's not trying to take back time and alter your actions. he's merely observing instead of dissecting. he's ready to catch you when you fall.

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCHHHHHH these pieces of comfort and everything after MORE than made up for the angst btw 🫂🫂 u have been let out of mickey jail. HE’S MERELY OBSERVING INSTEAD OF DISSECTING 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 …. dissection mention. i feel insane. the emphasis u put on his eyes is so good btw maybe it’s the gojo instinct in us BUT LIKE… it just fits so well somehow. oikawa and his stupidly warm stupidly pretty brown eyes 😔😔

AND THE HUG …….. the fond look and the way reader just melts into him…….. hhhhh it made me feel so mushy T—T we’re so back mickeynation our lord n savior is supplying the cozy intimacy we need…….

"you're gonna win next time, i promise" he murmurs. but when you just sob out a but i wanted to win this time, his heart aches so bad he thinks he's going to die.

:(((( MICKEY THIS ACTUALLY ACHEDDDD i feel so bad for them ….. AND OIKAWA’S HEART ACHING hhhhhhhh he just wants to make you smile!!!!!! he’s so frustrated!!!!!!!!!

he whispers a quiet i know and you sniffle again. he starts drawing soothing circles onto your back with his palm and he feels so warm. releasing his shirt from your hold, you snake your hands around his body instead, burrowing your face even more into his chest and you faintly hear him coo. it's the first time ever that he's done it in a genuine way and it's the first time you haven't felt the need to punch him for it.

needed to paste the whole paragraph bc it made me melt into a boneless puddle ….. no one writes intimacy quite like u mickey. ik i say it a lot but i mean it so sincerely!! he’s warm and stable and he’s there….. AND THE COOOOO u alr know what that did to me 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and it’s genuine!!!!! goddd i need him so bad why must i fall victim to cooing men….. what the hell is their problem ………… 😔😔 sniffle. he’s so sweet.

ACKKKK THE ”i got you”……. him guiding you to bed…… the kiss……… the quiet praise…………… it just never stops. the Care is so present n overflowing and you can just tell he’s doing his best to comfort you properly :(((( mickey i think u get oikawa so well like. he’s canonically theeeee hard worker of hard workers and that would 100% follow him into this kinda situation 😔😔😔 he needs you to feel better and he needs you to smile. and he’ll work so hard to get it !!! wahhhh i just love ur kawa sm :((((

your meek voice makes him crane his neck back so he can look at you better, ready to hear out whatever complaint you have, ready to comply to whatever request you have.

OUR ACTS OF SERVICE KINGGGGG ‼️‼️‼️ ohhhhh he’s so Good .

AND THE BANTER :(((( the silly jokes and laughter and relief !!!! bc you feel better and he’s there and he’s silly and stupid and so caring it hurts. kawa is 100% the kinda boy to make a fool out of himself just to cheer you up isn’t he …… like he’s soooo cunning and observant and smart but if it makes you laugh he’ll make a joke out of himself 💔💔

you push yourself up onto your elbow and lean up to boop his nose. "you're stupid." "no, you're stupid." he grins back.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 MICKEYYYY THE NOSE BOOP IM A WEAK WEAK INDIVIDUAL HAVE MERCY ON ME …… love is stored in the ”stupid” ”dummy” ”dumbass” etcetc i know we agree on this…. ur banter is always sooo lovely and soft i am biting them both they’re the cutest T—T

"i– i meant– yeah, of course. anything for you." he stutters out as you keep glaring at him. he then leans in closer, so much so that your noses are almost touching. "i'm really proud of you, you know." heat crawls up from your neck and you feel the tips of your ears warm up, overwhelmed by the sudden genuine praise. but you can't let him have the upper hand. not now, not ever. he'll never let you live it down.

I EXPLODEDDDDDDDD the genuine kawa praise…. he’s soooo proud !!!! READE RBLUSHING I WOULD TOO what is it with us and these . half-sincere half-joking pretty boys …. 😞😞 who tease you and coo at you but when they hand out those crumbs of genuine appreciation and praise you just melt . because there’s nothing else to do. we’ll never be free of them i fear also i need u to know this entire scene made my chest feel so warm n fuzzy <33 ty my dearest belovedest spouse for my daily dose of mickey intimacy i need it like i need air to breathe

his eyes close with another incredibly dramatic sigh as he rests his forehead against yours but while doing so, he takes notice of your hot skin and the way you giggle, and translates it into your language – thank you.

AND THISSSSSSS gahhhh……… the silent understanding between you…….. it really is my greatest weakness i think :((( kawa noticing and translating your little cues… he would be so good w a grumpy snarky little s/o…… bc he knows what you mean and he’ll answer in kind . there’s sooo much love in the banter and jokes and just !! the appreciation. it means so much to meeeee i feel so soft……. i know i keep repeating myself but genuinely mickey u r so talented and skilled and so good at writing emotions and intimacy and building up dynamics … i am sniffling bc of u always but in a good way. ilysm AND i love ur kawa …..

…… as i’m reading over this rb again i also realized that the oikawa -> kawa transition happened as i was reading this fic and . i hope u realize that your writing is changing me and turning me into a bigger kawa stan. he’s earned himself a silly little nickname :33 I FEEL SO LUCKY TO BE ABLE TO LEARN ABT THE HQ BOYS THROUGH YOU nobody writes pretty boys quite like u !!! he’s soft and teasing and annoying and complex and just . so good. this is just my own take obv but i don’t think he’s too soft here at all!!!! that’s just the way i see him but i think oikawa is a bit of a crippling softie when it’s someone he really likes …. he’s an awkward little guy but also smooth in how well he knows u 🥺 need him so bad .

i rlly hope this ended up somewhat coherent PHDKDK….. your fics and drabbles and writing in general is tastier than any breakfast i could’ve had. i’m munching on you lovingly this was a wild ride but i enjoyed it so much!!!!! T_T pls pat kawa on the head and tell him i love him very much <3333

☆. contains: tooru oikawa x gn!reader; 4k, this is called angst i think (with comfort), reader plays volleyball and oikawa comforts them after they lost a match, reader talks badly about themselves:( i'm sorry, they swear they're just really really good friends but they're also just fucking stupid

in the blink of an eye the loud screams and cheers transform into a disgusting mix of muffled noises in your ears. the lights are too bright and you feel like you're stuck to the ground; stuck under hundreds pairs of eyes. you can't move, you can't breathe. your arm stings, a painfully clear reminder of your fuckup.

you should've had it, you saw it coming, you had a plan and yet - here you are, watching the colorfol ball hit the wall of the big arena with a quiet thud!. your eye twitches, locked onto the missed oppurtunity in a form a sphere sit metres away from you and your teammates.

because of you.

like a statue; turned into stone, you stand in your awkward position, unable to comprehend that it's over. that it's really over. it feels like everybody is looking at you, cursing you in their own heads. is this what drowning feels like? even if you could open your mouth to try and save yourself with a big breath of air, the stifling stench of losing would surely just make you choke harder.

a palm slaps onto your shoulder and you don't have to look at the person to know who it is – a dejected captain trying to pick up their loved teammates. you can't look at them; how could you? they're trying to cheer you up while you're the sole reason you lost in the first place. they give you a squeeze, a silent plea for you to snap out of it and you comply, not wanting to humiliate them any more.

you did well!

an arm around your shoulder, you're being dragged away from the court and you taste blood – the result of biting into the soft skin of your inner cheek in order to surpress a cry. the lights are too bright and you just want out.

after the handshakes and the formalities are done, your coach gives you all a pep talk. not that it helps but what else is there to say right now. you eat in almost complete silence; the only sounds in your ears being the chewing and the crying.

you've yet to do that. your lip wobbles and your eyes are red but so far, no tears. but you know you will – it'll be the only thing you'll be doing after you've locked yourself away into your room.

good game!

you feel sick. the food in your mouth is starting to taste like vomit and the water isn't helping either. still, you refuse to stop. refuse to raise your eyes from your table to ask whether you can leave. you will sit there as long as the others do and you won't complain. you will eat the food just like the others do and you won't complain. you don't get to do that.

the hugs feel just as suffocating as the eyes. you've never felt this bad in your whole entire life. you feel bad for thinking that the hugs feel suffocating – they're literally trying to comfort you and you're blatantly refusing it. stupid. stupid. stupid.

everyone has their own things they do after a loss. some like to be alone, some like to go for a run, some like to beat the fuck out of a punch bag and some like to do watch a comedy film with their teammates. it's silly; none of them laugh during it anyway. but it helps. you know it does because you've done it with them – not this time though. and they don't pressure you; they're not stupid, they understand how it feels. you need a moment and they will give it to you.

your captain does sit you down for a second before letting you go though, calmly telling you how it wasn't your fault and how you'll get it next time. and it sucks. it sucks that you don't hear it... it sucks that nothing will make this feeling go away. you know it and your captain knows it.

their warm hand resting on your back does soothe the shivers that have been tormenting you ever since you lost the ball. and for the first time since that moment, you crane your neck, raising your heavy head to meet their eyes and now you do feel like crying. the sadness is there, but so is the same warmth, the same adoration one has for their loved ones. nobody is upset with you, nobody blames you. their hand rises from your back and goes up to ruffle your hair as you let your head fall against their chest. "you're okay."

they hold you close as your tears soak their shirt. you hear a loud sigh and you know they're holding back theirs. the shivers are back and you hiccup out a broken i'm sorry, which makes the captain pull away immediately and grab your shoulders.

"don't. it wasn't your fault. it wasn't. you can cry as much as you want but that? you're not allowed to do that." there's a certain determination in their glassy eyes and you have no other choice but to weakly nod your head before letting it fall again.

"by the way, i saw you not eat properly, so i'm keeping an extra eye on you tomorrow morning, okay?" they poke your cheek and you're thankful. "i'm gonna watch the movie with the others but i'm keeping my phone close by, so if you want company at any time, just let me know."

you raise your head back up, desperate to show your appreciation for them and nod again, cracking the world's smallest and saddest smile and they ruffle your hair again before standing up. "you're okay."

they close the door behind them and you take a minute to compose yourself. you can't seem to stop your hands from shaking though and it makes you angry. your now empty room is too quiet and your own reflection in the window is taunting you with an ugly expression. is that really how you look like right now?

you don't wanna know and you don't want to keep looking at it either. so you grab your hoodie and your wallet and make your way to the lobby of the hotel. maybe the reflection in the vending machine won't be so mean.

and it isn't. it's not mean at all. it's the exact opposite actually. from the fact that it's staring at you with rather soft eyes to the fact that it's not your own reflection.

"good game, right?" you scare yourself with your own voice – already so harsh and raspy. it comes out mean and you wince. you tear your eyes from his, focusing on the sweet drink that's locked behind the glass instead.

oikawa is never this quiet and it makes you want to hit him. make a joke. just do it. just do it already. but he doesn't. his steps are quiet as he goes to lean on the vending machine. he's nothing if not observant; he sees your shaky hands pressing the buttons with so much effort; how the lips that are usually pulled into a beautiful grin he loves so much are now wobbling, ready to spill all of your sorrows. your clenched jaw as you try to avoid his gaze for whatever reason.

please, look at me.

the vending machine dings as the mechanics push your drink to you. his eyes are unforgiving and you know he means well. you know he's not gonna make fun of you, he's not gonna tease you – not now. but you still feel ashamed, whether he says the joke or not; the joke has already been made and it's right here, standing in front of a stupid pink vending machine.

your head shakes on it's own, casting shame on yourself on it's own. the drink falls with a loud thud! but before you can kneel down to get it, a hand on your wrist stops you.

his hand is so warm and it's unusual, considering he tends to be cold almost always. he doesn't push you and let's you take a deep breath before you raise your eyes to his.

if his heart wasn't shattered before, it sure is now. your eyes are red and glassy, but mostly tired, so tired. there's no glint in them, dull and sad. his hand slips from your wrist to your palm, intertwining his fingers with yours. "you did well."

your head falls back as you choke out a broken laugh. "oh, fuck off. i don't wanna fucking hear that. it makes me sick." staring at the ceiling, you shake your head again as if to rid of the words from your mind.

oikawa feels useless. he's been in your situation and yet, he can't think of anything good to say. he remembers how much he hated whenever people said that to him after their loss to karosuno. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat; everything he comes up with just makes him feel even more sick. he wants to cry because he doesn't know how to comfort you. how to make it all better.

"do you want me to stay with you?"

that's the best he can come up with. maybe just his presence will be enough when his words clearly aren't. but when you shake your head again, his heart sinks.

"that's alright. let's uh– ... tomorrow, yeah?" bringing your eyes down from the ceiling, you try to give him a reassuring smile that says i'm fine but it obviously doesn't work. you see the hurt in his eyes and you just feel bad. you feel bad for everything. you're upsetting people even off the court. you just can't help it can you?

"i'm good. i just need to be alone right now." you try again, squeezing his hand. his mouth opens but another voice cuts him off.

"oikawa!"

from around the corners emerges an angry looking iwaizumi. "here you fucking are. coach said it's bed time—"

when his eyes travel from his troublesome best friend over to yours, he swallows his words in an instant. you see the remorse wash over his face and you kind of want to laugh. it's all too funny in a fucked up way. "sorry for interrupting. hey, that was a really goo—"

good game!

he stops himself. fuck. what do you say in this situation?

"good game, i know. maybe next time it'll be a great one, hm?" the bitterness just oozes out of you without your consent, making iwaizumi wince. you feel bad.

pulling your hand from oikawa's, you kneel down to finally grab your nearly forgotten drink. "it's okay, really. i know what you mean."

another weak smile. a pathetic one. "see you at breakfast, yeah?"

oikawa shoving iwaizumi is the last thing you see as you're making your way back to your room. your hands still haven't stopped shaking and opening the door is so fucking hard. the key card slips from between your fingers—

breathe... in...

and out...

you kneel down and pick it up in slow motion as you're tunnel visioning on just getting inside the room. you hear the click! and you burst in, slamming the door shut. the ugly reflection is back and it's laughing at you and you can't do it anymore. your knees buckle from under you, hitting the soft carpeted floor as you weep. hunched over, you just look like a big pile of guilt.

clutching at your heart through your shirt, you cry and you cry, taking in raggedy breaths just to let out pathetic little sounds. everything hurts – your knees, your arms, your head, your eyes, your fingers, your legs, your inner cheek. you pretty much crawl to the bathroom, grabbing a handful of tissues before plopping right back down onto the floor. your nose hurts, too.

for almost an hour – you don't move from your spot, rooted and rotting into the carpet. it's pathetic. you think about how the others are watching the movie, shedding tears quietly but together, nonetheless. sick of your own actions, you push yourself up and change your clothes. you even manage to drink some water and wash your face in this half-alive state of being. a+ for effort, huh?

you bury yourself under the blanket, wishing the bed would swallow you whole instead. the tears have returned and you feel the pillow getting wetter and wetter by the second. you don't have it in you to grab another tissue though, letting the feeling of the soaked material remind you of your fuckup.

a floor and a few rooms away, oikawa can't stop pacing around. "but they said they didn't want me to go with them...."

"have you ever considered that people lie, idiot?" a tired iwaizumi replies from underneath his blanket on the bed. "especially in a situation like this. it's not like you were any better, you know."

oikawa just glares at him, although it's very hard for iwaizumi to take him seriously when he's wearing his matching plaid pj set. "but what if they get upset that i didn't listen to them?"

"but don't you wanna go and comfort them?" iwaizumi questions harshly. "don't you wanna be there for them? is your fear of overstepping more important than their well-being right now?"

oikawa thinks of your tired, sad eyes and his fingers twitch. "no."

"obviously, dick. go on, then. you have to be back for breakfast though or i'll punch you." iwaizumi states before turning away from his friend and disappearing completely under the blanket.

"you're so mean, iwa... can you not threathen to punch me every two seconds? i'm trying to be so good." oikawa mutters with a pout, grabbing his phone and his hoodie, ready to be your knight in shining armor. knight in plaid pyjamas more like.

"just go already." his friend grumbles and oikawa gifts him a small bye-bye as he's already halfway out the door. the next thing he knows, he's sprinting through the hallways, thanking himself in his head for making you tell him your room number the second he saw you this morning. he doesn't even take the elevator, instead taking triple steps up the stairs. he's also thanking himself for becoming an athlete.

knock! knock! knock!

dismissing that as just a noise from the room next door, you continue your sniffling but when the knocks repeat in a faster manner, you figure one of your teammates had forgotten their key card. so, ever so slowly you push yourself from the comfort of your bed and head over to the door while trying to wipe the tears from your eyes as to look at least a little bit more composed. you're even ready to crack a joke about them losing the card, desperate to disctract the person behind the door from yourself.

but it's not any of your teammates, nor is it your manager of your coach.

it's your oikawa instead – eyes wide open and slightly panting. "you said you don't want me here but i– fuck, how many steps can be between one floor..." he clutches his hand over his chest, the stupid comment slipping out all on its own.

for a millisecond, for a fraction of time, the corners of your lips turn upward but they fall just as fast back down, leaving you both just standing there, staring at each other.

your eyes look way worse now; way more red, way more tired, way more sad, way more dull than a mere hour ago. he should've come here sooner and he imagines iwaizumi slapping the back of his head for his mistake.

"you said you wanna be alone but i don't care."

his blunt statement catches you a little off-guard, your eyebrows furrowing but oikawa just takes it as a green light. if you didn't want him there, surely you'd tell him that right away but you've been standing here with him for a almost half a minute and nothing.

he takes a step, closing the distance between the two of you. he pushes his glasses up on his nose and fiddles with his own fingers and it's weird again. he's nervous. but this isn't about him – it's about you. whatever he's feeling right now is nothing compared to what you're feeling and he just wants to be here for you.

for a second time today, he watches your bottom lip wobble and your chest rise as you take short sharp breaths. and for a second time today, a pair of eyes feel actually comforting. he's not trying to burn you, he's not trying to take back time and alter your actions. he's merely observing instead of dissecting. he's ready to catch you when you fall.

and you do. it's hard not to when he's standing in front of you and looking at you so fondly. your head falls against his strong chest, hands tucked between your bodies as his firmly wrap around you. he takes another step inside and closes the door behind him with his foot.

he listens to you cry into him, he feels your tears on his shirt and through it, on his skin. your hands grasp onto the material, bunching it up in your fists and he just holds you tighter against him.

"you're gonna win next time, i promise" he murmurs.

but when you just sob out a but i wanted to win this time, his heart aches so bad he thinks he's going to die.

oikawa curses at himself for walking right into that one and this time he swears he feels iwaizumi slap the back of his head for real. but he has no time to pity his poor choice of words when he feels your hands clutching at him just where his heart is.

he whispers a quiet i know and you sniffle again. he starts drawing soothing circles onto your back with his palm and he feels so warm. releasing his shirt from your hold, you snake your hands around his body instead, burrowing your face even more into his chest and you faintly hear him coo. it's the first time ever that he's done it in a genuine way and it's the first time you haven't felt the need to punch him for it.

his hand rests on the back of your head, keeping you in your place as he gently sways the both of you from side to side. "i got you."

after some time, he feels you going slack against him and decides to guide you to the bed. he climbs in with you and safely tucks you into the crook of his neck and lets you cry some more as he whispers it's okay against your temple. he just hopes that he's actually helping, that his words actually have an effect. god, he hopes he's making it at least a bit better for you.

he is. he's doing more than he could ever imagine. the thick goo of guilt and shame seems to be draining out of you when you feel his lips brush against your skin. he just might be washing the it off of you with his quiet praise. his words don't sound condescending nor do they sound fake. he means it when he says that you really did do well.

the tears have dried by now and oikawa can feel your eyelashes fluttering against his neck. the long tiring day is finally catching up to you as your breathing slows. he rests his head on top of yours and presses your body indifinitely closer to his. the tips of his fingers dance across your skin, drawing little circles and hearts as he soaks in the sight of you relaxing against him under the moonlight.

"did..."

your meek voice makes him crane his neck back so he can look at you better, ready to hear out whatever complaint you have, ready to comply to whatever request you have.

"did iwaizumi send you?"

...

"WHAT?" it comes out way louder and in a way higher pitch than he'd intended it to. he immediately clears his throat but his eyebrows are still furrowed. "i wanted to come here, why would you say that..."

he still can't see your face clearly from this angle but the way your body moves, is telling him that this isn't you crying anymore. this is you laughing.

"are you– are you fucking laughing at me right now?" he questions, trying to pry you from his neck to confirm his suspicion. and he's fucking right. when you finally unlatch yourself from his body and roll onto your back, you have the tiniest, smallest smile on your lips and oikawa's mouth falls slack. "i wanted to come! i– i'm a good friend!"

it shouldn't be this funny. it really shouldn't because he is a good friend, isn't he? he's here now, holding you, comforting you; he came to you and you're now making fun of him. but you can't help it, the thought of iwaizumi "lecturing" him is silly in this moment. not that you doubt that he came here only because of that, of course. but knowing him, you just think he probably needed a push to actually do it.

oikawa holds himself up above you, observing the small freckles that adorn your face. your eyes are still red and still tired but... the small little glint is back. the same one that's always there when you make fun of him. or when you laugh.

"i literally ran here and this is how you treat me?"

"you're telling me it took you an hour to run up the stairs? i thought you were a volleyball player, shouldn't your stamina be better–" you poke at his chest (right where his heart is) and he lets out a very loud and a very dramatic gasp. "or did your boyfriend have to convince you to come over and console me?"

oikawa's lips tilt into a smirk, happy to hear you barking at him at last. "first of all, don't ever call him my boyfriend ever again–" he situates himself next to you, so his both hands are free. you should've seen this coming, too. "and second of all, you really oughta treat me better."

before you can taunt him with a good old "or what?", his hands are tickling your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as laughter bubbles up from your throat. you try to fight him off, hands clutching onto his in order to stop his torment but to no avail.

"i am... trying... to be.... a good... friend... and this is... what i get... huh..." he rasps as he continues soaking in the sound of your laughter.

"you're.... always... in it for something... that's not... a... real friend... tooru..." you breathe back with a grin and he stops. he doesn't take his hands off of you though, just resting them on your waist.

"you're spending way too much time with iwaizumi, you're both just so mean to me." he's pouting. oikawa is sitting back on his legs and he's actually pouting.

"am i gonna have to console you now?"

"yes." he deadpans.

...

you push yourself up onto your elbow and lean up to boop his nose. "you're stupid."

"no, you're stupid." he grins back.

he has his ways of getting you out of a slump, he always has. him sitting here on your tiny little bed, pouting and laughing is only merely of them. you couldn't wish for a better friend. his hands feel so warm on you and you're so grateful. sitting up, you slap your hands on his shoulders (which of course, makes him wince in a very over the top way). "thanks for coming, tooru."

he rolls his eyes. "pffft."

...

pfft?

"excuse me?" you glare at him and he decides that you and iwaizumi can never hang out ever again.

"i– i meant– yeah, of course. anything for you." he stutters out as you keep glaring at him. he then leans in closer, so much so that your noses are almost touching. "i'm really proud of you, you know."

heat crawls up from your neck and you feel the tips of your ears warm up, overwhelmed by the sudden genuine praise. but you can't let him have the upper hand. not now, not ever. he'll never let you live it down.

"your breath stinks, you know."

his eyes close with another incredibly dramatic sigh as he rests his forehead against yours but while doing so, he takes notice of your hot skin and the way you giggle, and translates it into your language –

thank you.

[atinyniki]

cupid’s arrow...

group: stray kids !

pairing: cupid!hwang hyunjin x human f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, hyunjin is referred to as jin, jinnie, hyune, blood, suggestive, hickies, love bites, kissing, unrequited love (until its not), hyunjin has wings, non-con photos as a joke (not sexual), lovers in denial, lots of crying, nudity, hyunjin gets sick, hyunjin can fly :0

authors note: hyunjin gives off such romantic vibes so i literally HAD to write this. sorry its kinda sucky, it wasnt exactly what i had envisioned... this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 4903

(pt. 2)

fuck. why aren’t they working?

hyunjin shoots another arrow in a desperate attempt to save your failing relationship. nothing happens.

“please don’t leave… i love you.”, he begs.

you pry his hand off of you gently. “i’m sorry, i don’t see anything between us anymore”

he nods sadly in acceptance, watching as you exit the coffee shop.

your heart feels like it’s being wrung dry, why does it never work out for you? you walk home in the rain, you know you deserve it. you can’t keep breaking people’s hearts. 

why is it so easy to be loved, but so difficult to love back?

“sweetheart… please? you don’t have to do this.”

you should probably quit dating, you know it. you hadn’t lost hope yet, but at this point, you’re holding on by a thread. not a single romantic relationship in your life has ended well.

hyunjin shoots an arrow, but it phases right through you. he tries another angle in a desperate attempt, but it just won’t stick. 

“i just don’t… i don’t love you. and i don’t know why”

he frowns at you, giving you one last hug before he leaves. “i’m sorry, y/n”

your entire heart shatters once again, there’s no reason he should be apologizing to you.

“why?”

he runs his fingers through your hair, “i wasn’t good enough”

you can feel the light sobs racking his body, and you finally pull away. “you’re amazing… i promise. find someone who actually deserves you, yeah?”

he can’t bring himself to talk, and he only nods, turning around and finally leaving for good.

you walk over to your bed, flopping onto it. you don’t delete his number, as much as you want to. it feels like a storm cloud sits above you, and only you. 

that’s it. you’ve given up. love isn’t real. you’re convinced. 

from then on, you haven’t been searching at all. so many confessions from so many people, yet you turn them all down. 

even if you like them, or find them attractive in the slightest, you can’t do it to yourself, or them. you can’t put them through the pain of a one-sided relationship, and you couldn’t break another relationship off.

hyunjin has been drifting near, trying to find anyone that may bring your heart back, but he couldn’t find anyone. 

as much as he tried, none of the arrows stuck. he’s growing tired of his job, watching over you is a struggle when you refuse to fall in love. how could such a beautiful woman like you not be dating someone?

it’s been the same cycle since you graduated high school. hyunjin has been growing alongside you, just after he graduated, this has been his job.

he’s had enough. he has to figure out a plan.

you finish your shower, finally planning on relaxing at home on your little break. you scroll through your phone, looking at the hundreds of couples that litter your instagram feed.

you can’t help but smile when you see your ex, taehyun. there’s a post of him with his girlfriend on a little dinner date, you’re happy he’s found someone that truly deserves him.

you’re lost in your thoughts, until you hear a crash from the kitchen. you snap back up, grabbing the crowbar that you keep in the closet and walking towards the kitchen.

you exit your room, checking to see what was going on. 

what. the. fuck.

you scream, throwing the crowbar at the strange- man? bug? fairy?!- in your kitchen. he catches it swiftly, right before it can hit the window behind him.

“what the fuck!? who are you?! why are you in my house!?”

you couldn’t stop the questions from spilling out. why was there a man flying in your fucking kitchen? he lowers himself down onto the floor, walking over to you cautiously. 

“you can… see me?”

you screech. “am i not supposed to? are you a fucking fairy or something?! why do you have wings?”

he puts a finger over your mouth to get you to quiet down, motioning to lower your volume. you pry his hand off your face, “don’t touch me!”, you yell out.

well, so much for quieting down…

“i’m a cupid. you’re not supposed to be able to see me, y/n.”

you look at him, eyes widening. “yeah, right, you’re cupid. now how the fuck do you know my name, cupid?”

he sighs, “theres billions of cupids, y/n. each one is assigned to a person, and i’m assigned to you. my name is hyunjin.”

you walk up to him, trying your best to look intimidating. “oh yeah? where are your arrows then?”

he snaps his fingers, a black arrow appearing in his hands. the head drips with a shimmery pink liquid, but you’re not sure what is it.

you snatch the arrow away from him, “no! give it back, it could hurt you!”

you roll your eyes, “what, this? it probably doesn’t even work. look!”

you jab the arrowhead into your arm, expecting it to be some flimsy plastic. it pierces your skin, the pink liquid being injected into each and every one of your veins.

hyunjin looks at you, wide eyed, clearly afraid. this has never happened to anyone before, no one’s been able to see a cupid.

the pink liquid starts seeping out of you, and hyunjin comes back to his senses. he takes the arrow out of your arm where you’ve jabbed it into, it’s never supposed to puncture the skin so deep.

“y/n?! are you okay?!”

you giggle, “hmm… feels good…”

he picks you up, checking your face for any signs or discomfort or pain. he sees nothing except for a lopsided smile, eyes half lidded. 

you hum once more, eyes finally fluttering shut and passing out for good. hyunjin’s heart beats erratically in his chest, almost crying. he’s fucked up terribly, he doesn’t know what will happen to you now.

he sets you down onto your bed, sitting in place next you. he hides his wings and tail, returning to his more human-looking form. 

tears spill from his eyes, what if he’s killed you? he doesn’t want to think about it now. his eyes droop, and he finally lets sleep take over.

your eyes flutter open late in the afternoon the next day. you feel different, happy almost, but you don’t know why. the hole in your heart feels like it has been filled again.

“y/n? you’re awake?”

you turn to see where the voice came from and your heart basically stops. you’re inches away from just about the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. light pink wisps of hair frame his face, the shade matching your cheeks.

“oh- y-yeah. um… what happened?”

he doesn’t really answer the question, only checking your arm where the bandaged wound is. you look up, giving him a questioning look. “i don’t remember how that happened, hyunjin. am i okay?”

he looks up into your eyes, “yeah i think so.” 

there’s an expression behind them that he can’t quite place, so he continues staring. it’s silent for a while, before you break the silence. “you’re pretty.”

your eyes go wide, as do his. you smack a hand over your mouth to stop any other thoughts from spilling out. 

he brings his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and forcing you to look at him. you laugh nervously, “i- um… what are you doing?”

“just look at me for a second.”

his eyes trace your pupils, and you grow shy under his gaze. you feel your cheeks burning, but hyunjin keeps his hand there, grazing it with his thumb every so often.

that’s when he sees them. faint pink hearts peer through your irises, ones only cupids can see, and he quickly retracts his hand to slap it over his face.

“fuck…”, he mutters under his breath. you start to worry, “what? whats wrong?”

he thinks about some questions he could ask to figure out the true severity of the situation. he’s aware that arrows wear off over time if the other doesn’t reciprocate feelings. all he had to do was make sure he didn’t fall in love. easy, right?

“do you um… do you feel any different? like your heart maybe? does it feel funny?”

you giggle, “yeah it feels different, but it’s not bad. maybe it’s because i like you so much-“

your jaw hangs open after you realize what you’ve said, and you put a hand over your mouth again. he laughs softly, still unable to grasp that this is actually happening.

“is that going to happen every time i speak? do i need to shut up?”

he giggles a little, “no, it’s okay if things like that slip out. it’s no biggie.”

after a little moment of silence, he speaks up again. “would you like some food? i made your favorite.”

you look up at him again, heart fluttering at the way he looks at you. “oh yeah, sure. thanks…”

he takes you by the hand, leading you to the kitchen. it passes an unfamiliar warmth through your entire body.

is this what love is like?

“good morning”

you turn over onto your back, locking eyes with hyunjin, who’s flying right over you. you smile, waving and finally getting out of bed. you feel oddly shy under his gaze, you decide not to think about it.

you get ready, enjoying the peace you have alone. you feel like your heart is going to burst whenever you’re with hyunjin.

you walk out of the bathroom to see hyunjin waiting for you on your bed, the sheets have been swapped and the pillows fluffed, and you smile again after seeing him.

“wanna go out for breakfast today?”

he hums in agreement, drifting towards you. he brings his hands up, and you back away a little cautiously. “hyune, what are you doing?”

before you can really process it, he picks you up, his muscles bulging from his arms. you squeal in surprise, eliciting a smile from him.

“i’ll just fly you there, it’s faster, and no one can see you anyways since we’re in contact”

“oh…”, he brings you out of the house, flying you towards your favorite bakery. “how do you know so much about me?”

he smiles, “ive been watching over you for years, i know basically everything.”

you giggle, smiling at him again. the rosy tint in your cheeks has yet to fade, and you don’t think it will anytime soon. you stare into his eyes, waiting for him to stare back. maybe you’ll feel something.

he turns his head after a little silence, a bit concerned as to why you’re being so quiet. you lock eyes, and he smiles at you. watching your cheeks flush red, his heart rate accelerated. 

this was going to be a lot harder than he thought it’d be. 

he sets you down at the front of the cafe, returning to his human form and entering it with you. “just so you know, people can see me in my human form.”

you nod in acknowledgement, greeting the cashier and ordering two muffins. you’re about to go on, but hyunjin continues to order coffee for the both of you.

you both grab your food, sitting down at the table. you’re going to have to get used to hyunjin knowing all your orders, it seems to fluster you everytime. 

you try to make conversation, asking him about his life up until now. “so… do you have any hobbies?”

he laughs, “i’m good at art, i do it a lot.” you hum, thinking about what you could ask next. you stare at him, and you seem to be getting more flustered by the second.

“oh- um- what do you draw?”

he thinks about the question for a moment, wondering if he should tell the truth. he doesn’t want to fluster you any further. you take a sip of your coffee, waiting for an answer.

“well… i draw you a lot”

he watches as your eyes go wide, but before he can process, there’s a loud spurting noise, and he instinctively closes his eyes.

you begin to choke on the remains of the drink in your mouth, and hyunjin quickly gets up to help you. he pats your back a bit, wiping your face not long after. 

“are you okay?”

you finally look up at him, a worried look on his face. you stare down at his white shirt, completely soaked in a light brown liquid.

you nod, and you grab another tissue to fix yourself up. you bring it up to your face, but he snatches the tissue at you, dabbing at your shirt and neck to get the liquid off. 

he watches as your face gets redder and redder, smiling softly to himself. it’s adorable how flustered you’re getting. he continues to clean up, until you feel something dripping from your nose.

you assume it’s coffee, wiping it with the back of your hand. it didnt really… look like coffee.

you let out a little gasp, causing hyunjin to look up at you. his eyes go wide again, grabbing another tissue and holding it to your nose to soak up the blood.

“fuck… i’m sorry hyune…”

he doesn’t say anything, but he smiles, tucking some extra strands of hair behind your ear. your nose finally stops bleeding, and he laughs a little bit. 

“i cannot believe that just happened.”

“i said i’m sorry”, you whine.

he grabs some more tissues, drying the coffee off of his shirt. he watches you get even redder, this time from embarrassment. 

“is it really so bad i draw you? i mean, you’re basically the only thing i see all day”, he asks nonchalantly. he smiles, looking up at you and waiting for an answer.

“oh- no i was just… surprised is all.”

he giggles again, your heart doing somersaults at the sound. he wipes down the table too, and picks up the bag with the muffins.

“you wanna go home now?”

you pick yourself up and check the condition of your clothes. “oh… yeah sure”

okay. not falling in love was going to be a lot harder than he thought. he hands you the muffins, going back to his cupid form and picking you up. he flys out of the cafe, bringing you to your house.

now the poor cashier is stuck there wondering how there are two cups of unfinished coffee on a table, and how a random couple just disappeared. 

surely she’s just tired, right?

“hyunjin, wake up.”

“mmm… not yet… i’m comfy”

you sigh, loud enough for him to hear. “hyune, your face is halfway into my boobs right now. get up?”

he jerks his head up and scoots away from you quickly. almost hitting his head on the bedpost. “i’m sorry”

you giggle a little bit at his flustered state, “i wasn’t complaining about that hyune, you’re just… really hot”

his eyes widen again, “oh- i- is this really the time to say that?”

you slap your hand over your forehead, sighing loudly. “i think you’re sick, stupid”

he brings a hand up to his forehead, feeling the burning sensation on his fingers. “fuck…”

“i’ll make you some soup, yeah?”

he musters all the strength he can to get out of bed, but it doesn’t work. you put a hand on his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed. “rest now, i’ll bring the food, hm?”

he nods, turning over and burying his face into the pillows.

you exit the room, immediately calling your mom. “ma?”

“hey y/n! what’s up hon?”

“ma, how do i make your sick soup?”

you can hear her giggling on the other line, “you want to make my sick soup? are you okay?”

you let out a long sigh, knowing it’s inevitable. “no… ma, there’s this guy i like, and he’s really sick. i wanna make it for him”

you hear a squeal from your phone, causing you to scoff playfully. “ma, please?”, you whine. 

she finally gives in, telling you all the required ingredients. she walks you through the entire procedure, and you’ve finally fixed up a bowl. 

you make sure to present it nicely, hyunjin is an artist after all. you’re sure he’ll love it even more if it looks as amazing as it tastes. 

you place it on the wooden board, slowly making your way to your room. cognizant of your surroundings, you make sure you don’t trip, and open the door slowly. 

hyunjin shoots up in bed again, eyes still tired and drooping over. he rubs the sleep away with his hands, smiling at you when he sees what’s in your hands.

you set the board down onto the bed in front of him, he holds it tight so it won’t spill. making your way to the other side of the bed, you smile at him. he can’t help but smile back.

you sit down next to him, “can i?”

he can only bring himself to nod, and you grab the spoon from the bowl. holding up the spoon, you blow on it so that it’s just the right temperature, and bring it up to his face. he parts his lips, sipping it and humming in satisfaction.

he takes another sip, a bit of the soup dribbling down his chin. wiping it off with your thumb, you giggle at him. it feels oddly domestic, but you convince yourself it isn’t real. 

he finishes the bowl not too long after, setting it aside and laying back down. he pulls you down with him, an impulsive decision, and hugs you tightly again, just as he did this morning.

you lay there in comfortable silence, stroking his hair as he hums. he buries his face into your chest again, and you can’t help yourself from laughing.

“shut up, it’s comfortable”

“mmm, okay hyune”

he’s not supposed to fall in love, he knows it, but right now it’s all he can think about. he wants you so bad, but he blocks those feelings out. he can’t ruin your life by making you truly fall in love with him.

his breathing evens out, and you assume he’s asleep, but you continue to stroke his head. he wraps arms around you subconsciously, pulling you flush to his body.

why did this have to happen? why did you have to fall for a cupid? wouldn’t it be easier to just forget about him? well, only five more days of this madness, and you can finally be free from him.

another downside of this, is that you can’t stop your thoughts from slipping out. you regret every word you say. you don’t want to make it any harder for him. “i love you”

he looks up at you, and you look back down in surprise. you’re surprised he hasn’t fallen asleep yet. 

“i know, im sorry.”

oh my gosh… what the fuck is he doing?

you watch as hyunjin applies a little more lipstick onto his plush lips, fixing up his eyeliner and finally leaving the bathroom. he has one of your skirts on paired with a long-forgotten crop top he found in the back of your closet.

he finally exits the bathroom, smiling at you and putting his hands on his hips. you cock an eyebrow at him, incredibly confused. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t amused.

“look! i’m you!”, he exclaims with a smug smile. “uh huh…”

you quickly grab your phone out of your pocket, snapping a photo of him before he can process it.

“hey! that’s not fair, i didn’t give you my consent”

you roll your eyes at him, it’s not like anyone’s gonna see it anyways. “it’s for my eyes only, hyune”

he grabs the phone from you, trying to delete it but you lunge at him. he instinctively flies away and dodges you, fumbling with the phone to delete the photo.

you jump up, trying to grab him, but your sleeve gets caught on his wing. he shrieks in pain, dropping your phone and lowering himself onto the floor. 

you pick up your phone, not even realizing the tears leaving his eyes. you look back up to rub in his face that you’re keeping the photo, but your heart stops when you see him almost sobbing.

“fuck- hyunjin, are you okay?”

he turns his head towards you, his tear stained cheeks seem to taunt you. “uh yeah, sorry- they’re just a little sensitive.”

you run your fingers over the part of the wing you tugged on, phone still in your other hand. it’s the perfect chance for him.

he grabs your phone out of your hand, almost deleting it before you knock it onto the bed behind him. he chucks a pillow at you.

wow, real mature.

you catch it, whacking him in the face. he hides his wings and tail to ensure he doesn’t get “hurt” again, and grabs another pillow, using it as a shield.

the two of you end up on the bed somehow, smacking pillows into eachothers faces and giggling. 

not too long after though, you get tangled up into the blanket due to all the movement. you look like a huge burrito, arms wrapped around one another and trying to wriggle out.

your faces are mere centimeters apart, and you can’t help but let the impulsive decisions win. you place a peck onto his nose, your lips lingering there far too long for his sake.

his breath hitches in his throat, and he stops moving for a moment. you can only smile, kissing his forehead this time. “why did you have to be a cupid…”

his heart clenches in his chest, but he couldn’t let himself fall. he ignores all the feelings he has for you in a desperate attempt to save you. 

“i’m sorry, y/n. i wish you could’ve been happy”

“i’ll let myself be happy for the next two days. that’s all i need.”

one more day of this madness. you’re not sure why hyunjin’s stuck around with you, but you don’t seem to mind it.

you sit silently, waiting till the effect wears off. hyunjin on the other hand, isn’t quite sure if he wants that to happen. he’s been holding back his heart, not letting him fall for you yet.

if he falls for you after the effects wear off, nothing will happen. he’ll live with the pain of having to love you, even though you can’t love him back, but that’s good enough for him.

it’s getting harder to contain himself around you, especially when you’re in the position you are right now. he’s curled up to your side, shaking a little and turning away every time he sees a jumpscare.

you pull him close to you, ensuring that he feels safe. you don’t want to push his boundaries, but it looks like what he wants right now. his little whimpers break your heart everytime you hear one.

“hyune, do you want me to turn it off?”

you snap him out of his fearful state, your voice calming him instantly. “oh- sorry… no, we can continue watching. it’s okay.” 

you hold his hand, running a finger over his knuckles soothingly. he can’t stop himself from nuzzling closer to you, his face hiding in the crook of your neck.

you turn back towards him, kissing his cheek this time. “i love you so much hyune…”

he has to stop the tears from dripping over his lashline, and he looks back up at you. “i know, it’ll be over soon, i promise”

“i don’t want it to be over hyune…”

“im sorry.”

you turn your attention back to the movie, the pain almost becoming unbearable. you try to ignore hyunjin in an attempt to save yourself from fate.

he seems to notice, but doesn’t comment on it. he knows you just don’t want to deal with that type of pain. 

he lays on his back, still in your bed. tears stream down his face incessantly as you sleep peacefully next to him. by the time you wake up, it’ll be gone. you won’t love him anymore, but he’ll still love you. 

the sun starts to rise, and hyunjin gets out of bed slowly, careful to not wake you. he snaps back to his cupid form, his true cupid form. the feeling is back.

he’s once again invisible. you won’t be able to see him again, but he knows it’s for the best. now that he’s taught you how to love, maybe he’ll have better luck with his arrows, right?

he watches from above as you wake up to an empty bed. “hyune?”

his heart clenches at the sound of his nickname coming out of your mouth. fear becomes evident on your features, and you call out for him again.

you check the kitchen, bathroom, you even walk to the cafe you went to together to see if he was getting breakfast early. he was nowhere to be found.

you trot back home in a hurry, looking for hyunjin everywhere. calling out his name in parks, on roads, in stores.

he never came.

life’s been the same since hyunjin left. it’s the same cycle again, except you haven’t found a lover since. the arrows affect has wore off, but your feelings haven’t changed.

your heart still belongs to him, and it’s been that way since you met him. you still love hyunjin, and you doubt you’ll ever get over him. 

you’ve called for him every day since he left, and he’s heard every single one of them. you lay in bed now, tired and exhausted. your heart feels like it’s going to explode.

you know he’s there… you can feel it. you quickly turn over, face down into the pillows so he can’t see your tears. small whimpers leave your lips as you sob relentlessly, his name slipping from your lips like a mantra. 

“jinnie, please come back… i know you’re there… just- please.”

his heart shatters right then and there, but he pieces it back together for you, focusing on getting back to you.

he puts all of his focus on you, trying his very best to get back, until he finally does. you see him again, sitting right next to you. 

you scramble to get back up, “hyunjin?!”

his eyes widen, a huge grin making its way onto his face. “you can see me again?!”

you’re quick to cup his face with your hands, ensuring that he’s actually real. you climb onto him, giving him a long awaited hug.

“i thought you were gone…”

he holds onto you tighter, “i’m always here. i just didn’t know if you would ever be able to see me again.”

you continue embracing eachother, smiling and crying into eachothers necks. you pull back for a moment, directing his gaze towards you with your hands again.

“hyune… the feeling never went away.”

he gives you a quizzical look, confused as to what you mean. “jinnie…”

“hm?”

“i still love you.”

his eyes go wide, and he finally lets his heart guide him. his job as a cupid is done, now he has to step up as a lover. 

he inches closer towards your face, in hopes to finally get that kiss he’s been craving so much, but you pull away from him.

he leans back as well, apologizing. “sorry, i didn’t mean to rush you or anythi-“

you cut him off before he can finish with an electrifying kiss, shooting a warmth throughout your entire body. 

you pull away from him, “i-“, another kiss, “y/n…”

“let me love you for a bit… please?”

he gives into you, losing control and letting the love flow naturally. your kisses make him feel like he’s being set on fire. 

you admire the work you’ve made of his neck and collarbone, smiling at him even more now. he smiles back the same exact way.

“i love you, y/n.”

he hugs you close to his chest again, afraid that you’ll disappear from him if he lets go. 

“i love you most, jinnie”

“he said yes!”

you squeal in glee, running up to him and jumping up to hug him. “really?! he’ll allow it!?”

he nods, leaning down to kiss you. now that hyunes allowed to date you, you don’t have many worries anymore. 

of course, that means he has to stay a human. he can’t be a cupid anymore, and he can’t fly, but he can keep his wings. you’re thrilled about that of course, they’re something that make him look even more gorgeous.

he picks you up, twirling you around and peppering your face in sweet kisses. you dont notice when the nature of your kisses change, but they feel much rougher now. 

he leads you to your bedroom, and your heart flutters in your chest. is this really happening right now?

he looks into your eyes again, and you nod, taking off your shirt and leaning back into the kiss. “so pretty…”, you hear him mumble.

you suddenly feel shy under his gaze, face flushing red again as you watch him unbutton his shirt. “hyune… you know- i’ve never… you know.”

he smiles, gently lifting your legs and sliding off your clothes. his fingertips caress your bare body, your whole body convulsing at the sensation.

“relax baby… i’ve got you.”

<3

[escape-rock-bottom]

Journal #24 - Afraid to Look Dumb?: Fearing Failure (Discomfort Challenge Journal)

I have never met a single person who actually likes feeling dumb or failing or being rejected. I have, however, witnessed the leaps and bounds a person will take to save face and uphold their intelligence. I have been that person too (What? You didn't just see me fail an across the room trash basket free throw. It was the fan that threw my aim off, bro.)

If there's one thing I can say for certain, feeling like an absolute dejected dingus is one of the most humiliating feelings a person can experience. We hate that so much that we will lie and bend rules to avoid it. We will even go as far as not even trying while touting our abilities to do it, claiming we just don't feel like it right now. The behavior varies, but there's some way you personally avoid looking dumb or being turned away.

For most people, they will procrastinate or make up an excuse. Others simply don't bother to take action. They never ask for that promotion or for that date, they never try to play a sport they find interesting but have never played themselves. They don't want to be imperfect and look like a silly little monkey because of the fear of 

Personally, I'm the guy to make it out to be an intentional joke when I fail majorly. It lets me not take it to heart and internalize it as a "whoops that sucked" kind of thing. While it's a great way to manage the feelings surrounding the failure, my big problem is that I don't even bother to try until I know every little detail going in so I lessen my chance of failure. Basically, I plan my actions to avoid failure.

The shortfall with that is obvious: most things take practical practice to get to the point you don't fail miserably. Planning it out or reading every single tip and trick out there regarding it won't even give me the experience needed to get good at the thing I'm set to try. That isn't to say educating yourself to prepare yourself is a bad thing. It's a pointless thing if you don't plan to engage in the practical side of the activity. 

I also really hate looking dumb. It sucks big time. I'm not a fan of failing and being laughed at or having it pointed out as if I didn't notice or the whole world really cares about it. It's a residual anxiety from a history of sucky people hammering it into my head that I had to be perfect and omniscient or risk being ridiculed in some fashion (thanks for that, people in my past. Lol)

I realized these tendencies of mine and I decided that I would set a discomfort challenge to specifically kick myself in the stern (boat pun intended) and learn to take action on things that'll potentially make me look like a big ol' doofus if I fail trying it. How could I possibly succeed at my goals if I won't even take the dive and try in the first place? 

Yeah. It was difficult. I figured out a system thanks to some advice from people on how to handle the fear of failure and rejection. Once I began practicing, it got a little easier. I still don't enjoy feeling like I look like an idiot in front of people, but I hold onto my desire to learn new things which automatically comes with failure. 

We are all human. Regardless of where we're from or who we identify ourselves as, we are socially driven. We tend to like approval and we love looking like we know what we're doing. The honest truth is we really are just making it up as we go along. We don't know everything, we can't do everything, we can't come up with solutions every time, and we definitely can't look flawless and well put together 24/7 year round. We're imperfect creatures who try and fail and learn, and you should embrace your humanity. 

Perfection is an impossible standard to live by.

[ineedibuprofen]

“This is a stupid idea,” Jason says, uncomfortable in the wooden chair.

“Shut up,” Thalia says, “This is a great idea.”

“This was Percy’s idea. Therefore, it’s a stupid one.”

Percy indignantly frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, “Hey! That’s just mean. Discrimination, I say. I’m literally neurodivergent and a minor, it’s not my fault. Besides, my ideas aren’t really that bad.”

Jason and Thalia both snort at the same time and – that’s a little rude, honestly, because Percy has saved their asses how many times, thank you very much? They were just being jerks. As usual. Percy flips them off.

He watches as Thalia reaches for the plastic, black bottle, the stupid on-brand Splat! hair dye. Percy tried to tell them that Splat! actually sucked ass, a fact he knew because of a long story involving Connor Stoll and coconut-scented conditioner, but of course, they didn’t listen to him. It feels a little bit like a cosmic joke; A child of Zeus helps a child of Jupiter get his hair dyed while a child of Poseidon watches… What could possibly go wrong? Thalia puts some of the coloring in a little purple bowl with a handle, mixes it with the synthetic-bristled brush, and then grins.

“Ta-da. The first step is finished. Now comes the fun part.”

Jason’s “blonde, luxurious locks” (according to Leo), were currently sectioned with foil, uneven strips that were waiting for the sucky-ass hair dye, and, yeah, okay, maybe this was a bad idea. It would’ve been a good idea if Thalia knew what the fuck she was doing, and maybe Percy never dyed hair before but his mom worked at a barber shop for two years when he was nine, and he used to spend nights watching her do this. He at least had more experience than Thalia, who clearly didn’t know shit.

Jason looks like he’s having a great time, all tense shoulders and tight muscles and squeezed eyes, an apron around him and tied at the neck, his fingers tapping the chair’s armrest. He looks a bit like a cat who’s just been sprayed with water, or maybe Nico on a regular basis. Percy would’ve laughed if his blonde, luxurious locks weren’t on the line (okay, so maybe Leo was right. He definitely didn’t have to know that.)

“You’re doing great,” Percy says and it sounds like a joke even to him.

He meant it sincerely, mostly, but every time he hangs out with Thalia anything he or she says always sounds half-assed or sarcastic, and he can’t really help it. Jason kind of glares at him in the reflection of the mirror, the thick black and blue gloop mixing, despite Thalia’s weak efforts to keep them seperately.

“I literally hate you.”

“Aw,” Thalia faux-coos, “At least he cares enough to have an opinon.”

“Both of you. I literally hate both of you.”

Percy and Thalia laugh (cackle), the latter so much so that it messes up the dye job (even more, impossibly), and she ends up smearing it across Jason’s forehead and mixing all of the colors (which was probably inevitable anyway). Jason yells at Thalia for what feels like the next hour, and Percy can’t stop laughing or interrupting with stupid comments and Thalia feebly protests and fails miserably at her only job. Percy almost doesn’t feel like a child of the Gods, for a moment, feels almost normal. Weird.

In the end, when their finished and they’ve stained every possible surface either black or blue or a wierd grayish purple color, Jason’s hair looks a bit like a bird who just ate blue food coloring has taken a dump on Jason’s head, and it’s permanent dye, and he’s adamant against bleaching it, which means he’s stuck it with for the next who knows how long. This is apparently bad news, according to Jason, but according to Thalia and Percy it’s the funniest thing they’ve seen in a long time. They’re about to get tons of blackmail photos and showing it to their friends is gonna be worth every one of Jason’s oddly creative insults.

“Oh-ho-ho,” Percy laughs, “Bro, you look so bad."

Jason flips them off again as he and Thalia high five but, really, what can he do? He's the one with the bad dye job.

jason grace ABSOLUTELY deserves to go through a hair-dye phase and fuck you all who disagree

[alexdiedin1999]

Ajax petropolis x reader

A/n: I’m so bad at writing but there’s like…two fics under Ajax petropolis x reader and my dude doesn’t deserve that 😔

E/C: eye color

summary: Ajax has been crushing on you for ages, dropping obvious hints every chance he gets. So why don’t you notice? Do you not like him? Something changes when the Rave’n dance comes.

warnings: like longing with fluff, happy ending, sucky writing, reader not picking up on obvious stuff, yelling.

The rave’n dance is coming up soon, and Ajax can’t wait. There’s just one problem. A certain someone doesn’t reciprocate his feelings. he’d dropped the most obvious hints, and they’d brushed them off like nothing had happened. Anyone except them would realize. To recount, these hints included:

•The time he gave you a heart necklace with your initials on it. You’d beamed at him and he almost thought you’d say what he so desperately wanted to hear. But then you said

“This is so sweet! You’re the best friend ever.” His heart sank into his chest. See, if he’d been a little more perceptive, he would’ve also paid attention to how much you were blushing when you gave it to him. But he didn’t.

•it was winter at Nevermore. The snow was thick and you’d dragged him outside, sticking your tongue out to catch the snowflakes. He admired you , your ability to look good even when you didn’t care. You turned to him, and giggled.

“what?” You asked. “Nothing!” He said quickly, looking away. “You were staring at me.” You pressed. “I- you have snow in your hair.” He lied. His face was red, but not from the cold. You shook your head, shaking the invisible flaked of snow from your hair. You were so unreal. The grip you had on his life was debilitating. Now, every time he looked at snow, he thought of you.

• He’d asked you to come over and have a movie marathon with him. He’d meant it as a date, and his heart had sped up when you’d said yes. It was perfect. He felt light as air every time you buried yourself deeper into his side on the way-too-small couch in his room. You thought it was lucky he even got one, considering he didn’t have to room with anyone. You shared with Enid. When you realized how late it was, you reluctantly said good night. He’d never felt better. “This was a great hangout. See you tommorow?” His smile faltered, but only for a second, when he heard the word hangout. He should’ve known you didn’t see him..like that. He hastily said good night.

Mix that with every other signal he’d given you, ever longing touch or small gift, even the way he looked at you. It was obvious. But you never noticed. He wanted to ask you to the Rave’n. So you met up like you did every Wednesday, at the weathervane. You sat, ordering the same thing you did every time. When the topic changed from homework to the Rave’n, he practically jumped at the chance to ask you.

“Y/n, I really want to go to-” Tyler sets the drinks down, interrupting him as he turns to you. “not to sound like a creep, but is there any chance..I could get your number?” You shoot a second long look at Ajax, turning back to Tyler and writing your number on a slip of paper he hands you, giving him your most seductive smile. Ajax feels sick to his stomach. You turn back to him. “Yeah?” You say, eyes wide. “Nothing.” He mutters, and hurriedly leaves after paying for his coffee.

Now he’s in your room, messing with your things while you finish your homework. He changes the song on your speaker, and you look up.

“hey! I liked that song.” You hit his arm playfully. He groans and turns it back. He was going to not pay attention to the song, save for a few nods of his head, but now that you’ve given your approval, he listens. The lyrics are about not confessing when your in love, and his heart tightens. He looks at you, focused on your work. You’re so pretty, your E/C eyes shining as you furrow your brow, furiously writing something down. He decides he can’t wait any longer. All he wants is to say it, to get you out of his head somehow. But instead he thinks about how many times you didn’t pick up on his hints, and he gets frustrated. He knows you’ve noticed. So why haven’t you done anything?

“Why do you keep rejecting me?” He asks. Your head shoots up, your eyes widening. He regrets what he’s said immediately.

“What?” You say, panic coursing through you. The truth was, you’d been trying to get Ajax to notice the crush you had on him for ages, dropping subtle signs that you were into him every now and then. “If you don’t like me I get it, but you have to stop being so…I don’t know.” He instinctively tries to run his hands through his hair before realizing his beanie is on.

“I..I’m so confused.” You say, trying to get it together as realization sets in. He steps closer. “God! You keep leading me on and then saying we’re just friends! Do you like me or not?” He doesn’t yell, not quite. He would never yell at you. But he’s frustrated, and it’s obvious. It’s not your fault, really. You’d both been misreading the situation forever.

“You like me back?” You say, happiness overwhelming you. His anger disappears, and he walks closer to you.

“God you can be so oblivious.” He groans. You move your face closer to him, smiling. “But you still like me.” You whisper to him, and he grins. “Yeah I do.” You kiss him, happily. You stay like that till you both need to come up for air. He looks away before asking, “do you want to go to the Rave’n with me?” You feel ecstatic as you nod, blushing a deep shade of scarlet. He smiles impossibly wider and reconnects your lips eagerly. Then another question pops into his head. He wishes they would stop so he can just enjoy the moment, the feel of your soft lips against his, but he feels inclined to ask.

“I thought you liked Tyler?” You grin at him as you readjust yourself onto his lap so you can kiss easier.“No, I just wanted to see if that would make you angry.” Relief flows through him. “Did it?” His hands press against your waist. “I don’t know, did it?” You reply against his lips. He doesn’t respond beyond pressing another fervent kiss against your lips, and that’s enough.