#so good when you don’t got somebody in your ear telling you it’s bad like you’re nothing

[cupiidzbow]

rewatching Steven universe yayyyy

[fallrafwe]

,,THE PURGE”

a/n: this was based off a really good request 😝 working on another request too btw

warnings: dark!rafe, manipulation, NONCON/DUBCON, hair pulling, choking, threatening, knife play, carving initial into readers skin, strong language, piv, unprotected sex

summary: the purge happens but you don’t have enough time to find shelter, then rafe comes across you

As the sirens blared, you started freaking out. Your hand travelled to your pocket, pulling out your phone, you had no idea who to call or who to text, everything was going to shit already. The only reason you were outside is because your own family tricked you into going, they said they needed you to grab something, and once you were completely outside, they locked the door.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest, head moving in every direction, eventually towards an alleyway. You sprinted towards it, hiding besides the dumpsters that were against the wall, you were too busy looking over the dumpsters to hear or see somebody approaching you from behind, but eventually you heard them, and turned your head to the side almost immediately. A scream fell from your lips instinctively, but never got out because the person slapped a hand over your mouth and on the back of your head.

He started whispering to you as soon as your voice fell silent, “I’m gonna take my hand off, and you’re not gonna do anything, okay?” you nodded slowly as both of his hands retreated. “You know me, it’s Rafe, m’gonna help you, but you have to trust me.” He reassured you, and it’s not like you had anywhere else to go. You mouthed the word okay, and he took your hand and started leading you somewhere, he was very cautious with his movements, monitoring everywhere you guys walked upon, your ears rang with gunshots, and it disturbed you.

Rafe was taking you to a small house situated near Tanneyhill, you could tell it was freshly built, it was roughly the size of John B’s house. He let your hand go as soon as he reached the door, his hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out a key. The key slipped into the lock on the doors handle, twisting. A click could be heard as he turned the door knob, opening it, the door starting to creek quietly. You both entered, Rafe staying back by the door to close it and lock it. Curiosity filled your head, wondering where the rest of his family was. Your eyes were done searching everywhere, eventually turning your head to him to ask your question.

When you turned your head, you were met with a knife pressed roughly to your throat. “Y’know, you were dumb enough to trust me before this, and you’re still dumb enough to trust me now?” He was towering over you, the knife wanting to cut you.

He tutted as your eyes grew wider, “Now, you can’t do shit. Nobody is gonna help you, and if you try anything, I’ll leave you out there to die, or I’ll kill you myself. Got it?” He questioned, but your response wasn’t fast enough for him, causing him to take his other hand and pull your hair back.

“I’ll slit your throat, don’t think I won’t, so fuckin’ answer me.” You nodded the best you could, his hand restricting your head movements. He let your hair go, causing you to fall back a little, the force disappearing from your neck, you held the spot where the knife was forcefully placed, still getting used to the feeling without it. Rafe grabbed your shoulder and turned you around, then moving his hand to the back of your neck. Every time he stepped, you stepped with him.

You had no idea what to look for, but you realized he was guiding you into a room, presumably a safe room. He shoved you in, then turned around, closing the metal door and locking it. You knew you were naive, but you didn’t know this was how naive you are, your heart was racing, what was he gonna do to you? Was it gonna be bad? Well, obviously it’s gonna be bad, it’s the Purge. You were near the end of a bed when Rafe started slowly approaching you, natural instincts made you back up, eventually reaching the foot of the bed.

His hand rushed to your throat, grasping it tightly. “In what world, made you think I wanted to help you, hm?” He asked, the knife still equipped in his free hand. It was pressing against your leg, sliding against your skin and cutting it, he raised the knife in his hand and looked at it, then going back to you. Your eyes were begging for him to let go, your own hands clawing at his. The metallic object was now tracing over your thin strapped tank top, threatening to cut a strap.

The knife cut the strap with a little more pressure, making the left side of your tank top reveal your bra slightly. Your breathing became more shallow, you could feel yourself giving out, but just in time, Rafe let go of your throat. Since you weren’t used to your whole body weight being put in your own hands for a few minutes, you fell towards Rafe. He put one of his hands on your shoulder, steadying you, then swiftly pushing you on the bed. You fell backwards, a gasp slipping off your tongue, but you quickly caught yourself with your arms.

“Just be quiet, you don’t want anybody else to hear us, or else it’ll be them doing things to you, yeah?” He whispered to you, unbuckling his belt and throwing it on the floor. Tears welled up in your eyes, dropping down every once in a while, the bed dipped down with weight as he grabbed your legs and pulled your towards him, his bulge pressing against. The sudden pressure on your clit made you moan quietly, making Rafe smirk. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down, eventually pulling them all the way off once they made their way to your ankles.

Your white lacy panties were then revealed, a slight dark gray spot showing, stained with your arousal. Rafe traced his thumb on your clit, making you groan in pleasure, “Shit, wet f’me in a life or death situation?” he laughed lowly. He pulled his pants and boxers down, just enough to reveal his twitching cock, leaking with pre-cum. His hand traced the sides of your panties, making you whine in a moment of neediness. He put them to the side to reveal your aching pussy, dripping in your natural wetness. The occasional screaming and crashing outside distracting you.

He took his dick in one hand and traced it up and down your cunt, his other hand occupied with the knife. After deciding it was enough, he slid inside you, your pussy was tightening around his cock, making him groan at your pulsating walls. You moaned a bit loud, making Rafe shove his fingers in your mouth, a gag coming from you. “Be fuckin’ quiet, if people come in here, you’re the first one coming out that door.” He said, glaring down at you. Your hand came to his, your mouth swirling around his fingers. He groaned at the sight, thrusting inside of you, speeding up the pace. Your legs spread wider, a way for him to gain more access.

Rafe smirked at the sight of you under him, just begging with your body language for more. Eventually, he got the best angle, and you loved it, his tip kissed your g-spot, making you hum against his fingers to suppress your moans. Even though you were forced into doing this, it made you feel filthy even if it seemed like you like it, you were getting dicked down by Rafe, during the Purge, and you hated it even though it made you feel so good.

The knife started tracing the skin of your stomach, making you flinch in surprise, the knife cutting your skin in a straight line. You let out little ah sounds as Rafe continued, the mix of pleasure and pain was about to send you over the edge. The cut on your leg was done bleeding, but you were about to deal with two more. After he was done with the line, he moved on to drawing a curved shape right next to the beginning of the line, both combined it was formed to be the letter R, for Rafe.

Moans turned into muffled pleads, but your own mind didn’t know what you were begging for. It must’ve been because you were so close, and the pain just brought you closer to an orgasm, “Yeah, you like that?” he whispered. The sounds of skin colliding over and over again filled the room, even with desperate attempts to quiet it down. There was no windows in the room, so you were guessing you guys were safe, even though you, in general, weren’t.

You finally let yourself reach the edge, trying to hold yourself from biting Rafe’s fingers, the only reason was so you could suppress your moans easier. He could feel your tight cunt squeezing around him, pulling him in more and more, “Shit, gonna make me fuckin’ cum by the way your pussy feels.” he groaned, picking up his pace and making more rushed, rough thrusts. He dropped the knife and put both his arms by your chest, his head dipping next to your neck, his grunts and quiet groans filled your ears. Your hands were brought to his neck, wrapping around as your legs did the same but to his waist, allowing him to pound into you, the overstimulating sense filling your body.

His thrusts got sloppier, eventually slowing down and doing brief, deep thrusts instead. You could feel him twitch against your walls, his seed filling you up, his hot breath up against your neck. After he was done catching his breath, he lifted his head up, looking down at you. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your chest moved up and down, catching yourself from your own orgasm. He got off of you and pulled his boxers and pants all the way up, grabbing his belt and holding it in his hand, then sliding it through the loops situated on his pants.

Your hand traced over your stomach, feeling the wound Rafe created. You got up and grabbed your shorts, pulling them up your legs and putting them on, you got off the bed and looked at Rafe, blood evident on your abdomen and leg. The feeling of Rafe’s cum slowly dripping down from your cunt made you cringe. He looked at you, walking towards you, when he reached you, he grabbed your wrist, “I’m not done with you after this.” he said. You didn’t know what to say to that, except just try to pull your wrist away from his hand. His words made you scared, and that’s exactly how he wanted you to feel. After this day, nothing will be the same.

[finelinevogue]

spreading the love

summary - harry’s fans LOVE you

pairing - fiancé!harry x reader

word count - ~2k

The fans absolutely loved you.

Probably more so than Harry sometimes.

You were often the subject headline of news articles that were actually about Harry. You were often asked about in interviews that Harry was doing. You were often stopped before Harry on the streets. Not that Harry minded in the slightest because, well, he understood.

Obviously, no one could love you more than he did but he understood the publics addiction towards you.

You hadn’t come from much and you weren’t a name people knew before you started dating Harry. Somehow, somewhere, along the way you had become a somebody.

And everyone adored you.

Whether it was your kind nature, you loving heart, your gorgeous smile or your generous soul, you never went unloved by anyone. Not even the cruelest hearted person could have anything bad to say about you.

You loved being involved with the fans too. You often gave a lot back to them just because they were the most dedicated and loyal people you knew.

You loved how much they loved your Harry.

“Hello, hello!” You tucked your hair behind your ear as you started your Instagram live.

Your viewers shot up from 3k to 104k in ten seconds - that’s how popular you had become with the fans and media.

“How are we all today? Feeling good? I’m feeling good since it’s a Friday. It’s my weekend off tomorrow.”

Everyone knew that you were an NHS nurse and did so much for the people you worked with and beside, which only added to the cause of people loving you.

ellaking107: what are you doing with your weekend off?💛

“Hi Ella! This weekend I am staying home with Harry. We have got a very boring weekend planned unfortunately. Our bathroom is having a redecoration and so we need to wait for the tile man to pop in at some point so he can start measuring up bits and pieces. I’m sure H will drag me for a run or to a pilates class too.”

You were situated in your lounge, lots of plants and good lighting surrounding you.

harryissmiling101: Where is Harry?

“Ummm, so Harry is currently at his mum’s. Maybe this is too much information, but his mum’s fridge broke and so all her food went off. Harry and I made loads of dishes though last night for her, so Harry’s dropped them all off along with a spare fridge we had. I know… Don’t ask why we had a spare fridge.”

You watched as you cat, Kira, came through the lounge door and hopped up onto the sofa you were sat on. You turned the camera so everyone could see her.

“My child says hello to you all. Don’t you Ki?” You began stroking her little black and white chin. “Oh you’re so gorgeous. I love you so much.”

haileyjudd: Harry or Kira?

“Hailey I can’t believe you’re even asking me that… Hailey said, choose between Harry and Kira. Honey, there’s no doubt about it. Obviously, Kira.” You laughed.

You knew some magazine would twist your words later and make it seem like you and Harry were going through a rocky patch in your relationship, but you knew the truth. Harry was completely whipped for you and there wasn’t a single chance he was leaving you. Ever. Then again, the feeling is very mutual.

Kira came closer to you and sat in your lap, nestling herself deep into the blanket you had draped over the top of you.

jammiiie: Are you single please?

“Hi Jamie, potentially.. maybe… Uh, no. I am not single and this will remain my answer indefinitely.” You smiled, thinking about how clingy Harry would get if you had read that out whilst he was say next to you.

Harry doesn’t get jealous, oh no.

He gets clingy. And you love it.

You love when he’s constantly doting on you; kissing you. He loved on you like he has to remind you your his (even though you always will be).

harriesassemble: Y/N can I ask you a question? My boyfriend told me that I have to shave (you know where) but I don’t feel comfortable doing that. How do I tell him? (Don’t answer if you feel uncomfortable)🤍

“Wait.. Hang on a second..” You spoke slowly, slowing the speed of the comments as you traced back to a comment that caught your attention.

“Hi, sorry I’m not sure what your name is, but I hope you are still here and know I’m speaking to you!“ You re-read out loud the comment posted so everyone knew what you were going to talk about. “So, first of all, girl to girl, if he is forcing you to do something as personal as shaving yourself then, my love, he’s not worth your time or breath.”

ophelialover: oh i am so here for y/n’s girl talk time

harrielover: y/n is so big sister coded

“Don’t do anything that you don’t want to do. Do not force yourself to be making changes to yourself just to please a man, or any significant other for that matter. If Harry ever forced me to make a change to myself I didn’t want, he knows where the door is. Seriously, honey, you’re perfect and never change unless you want to.”

harriesassemble: Thank you!🩷

kingsofharry: You’re amazinf Y/N <33

justkeepdriving: WE LOVE YOU Y/N

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harriesassemble i can’t believe y/n just followed me i am in shock right now :((( she’s my favourite person in the whole world and everything they said to me this evening was just so special:(( im shaking so bad i love y/n so much❤️

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harryfan1 OH THIS IS SO COOL

harryfan2 omg you were who y/n was talking to??? congrats!!!!!

y/nl/nofficial You’re amazing!💛

harryfan3 we stan y/n

••••••••••

London was quite busy today.

Lots of tourists bustling through the city as well as the daily commuters wandering around on their lunch breaks.

Harry had decided to take the afternoon off since you also had it off, organising to take you for a bite to eat and a coffee at your favourite cafe.

It was a cafe bookstore, so you got to browse books whilst waiting for your food and then got to sit amongst the books whilst you ate. It was a dream fantasy of yours as a child and you’re grateful someone brought that fantasy to life.

Harry held your hand securely as you wandered through the London streets.

Luckily Harry had secured a paparazzi ban years ago that meant that no paps were legally allowed to take photos of Harry in London, so it was just fan photos that you had to be aware of.

“Angela asked me to give her your number again today.” You said to Harry.

“She’s relentless.” Harry laughed.

“She just wants to know when her future grandson-in law is going to become her in-law.”

“Baby, I’ve told you before - I’m not asking until I’m ready.” He squeezed your hand.

“No, I know. I just want Nana Angela to be alive when we get married.”

“She will be. I promise.”

You both came to a stop at a red pedestrian light. Harry pulled you back slightly, because he knew that you liked to stand far too close to the edge of the pavement.

You looked up to Harry, watching as he took in his surroundings through a pair of brown sunglasses.

“C’mere a minute.” You said, directing his head to face you.

You reached up and unclipped your claw clip from his hair and ruffled the locks until he had a messy middle parting. You bit the clip between your teeth as you messed with his hair.

“What was wrong with m’hair?” He chuckled.

“Prefer it down like this.��� You shrugged your shoulders and clipped the claw clip to the top of your jumper.

You smiled at your handy work.

He looked even more handsome now.

As you crossed the road, you spotted someone with a Love on Tour tote bag. It was one of the newest ones. It was being carried by a girl in her early 20s, maybe.

You poked Harry and pointed him towards the girl.

“She had good taste in music.” He joked.

You didn’t mean to follow this girl, but only happened to stop at another pedestrian red light next to her. You stood beside her and noticed she had headphones on.

You couldn’t help yourself from nudging her shoulder. As you prodded her, she gasped and cupped a hand over her mouth in shock. She quickly took off her headphones and giggled a hi out.

“Love the tote bag!” You smiled brightly.

“Ha ha thank you! Oh my God I can’t believe you’re actually here right now.” She laughed.

“Yup. Both of us.” You pulled Harry a little closer into you.

“Hi, you alright?” He spoke shyly, as ever when he is introduced to someone new.

“This isn’t real! Holy shit.” The girl laughed the situation off. “I was nearly not going to wear this tote bag today as well.”

“Well it must be a good luck charm then.” You laughed. “Which show did you go to?”

“Wembley night 4.”

“Ahh!! The best one then!” You exclaimed, Harry chuckling from behind you.

You always did this.

You managed to make friends with absolutely anybody on the streets, over the smallest of connections. You especially loved making friends with Harry’s fans.

“Well I think so, but I might be biased.” She shrugged.

“It was one of our favourite shows, wasn’t it H?” You nudged him into the conversation, knowing that he struggles with that.

“Yeah definitely. Wembley was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.” He nodded with a smile, looking at you more so than the girl. “I’m glad you enjoyed it and thank you for the support, it means a lot.”

You internally smiled at the small spiel that you had prepped with him for occasions where he might bump into a fan.

“What was your favourite part?” You asked curiously.

“Sign of The Times in the rain.”

“Oh stop! You’re going to make me force Harry into to going on another tour ASAP just to experience that again.”

“Oh, because of course I can control the rain too love.” Harry laughed, which made you both chuckle with him.

“Shut up.” You judged him in the ribs. “Well it was lovely to meet you…”

“Emma.”

“Emma.” You smiled.

“Thank you for your continued support, Emma.” Harry added. “Would you like a photo?”

“Uh.. Y-yes? Yes please! If that’s okay with you?” Emma politely checked.

“Of course. Just as long as you wait a little bit to post it so our location isn’t instantly publicised.”

“Yes. Of course! Thank you.”

“Here, honey, give me your phone.” You held out your hand, thinking that she would have wanted you to take a photo of just her and Harry.

“You have to be in it too, Y/N!” Emma exclaimed.

“Yeah, Y/N/N.” Harry rolled his eyes at your silliness. “C’mere.” Harry roped his arm around your waist and brought you to stand slightly in front of him. Emma was directly next to you and you all smiled as she lifted her arm to take a selfie. Harry’s cheek was pressed near against yours.

“They okay?” Harry asked.

“Perfect. Thank you guys so much.” Emma smiled so brightly.

After you parted ways you couldn’t help but imagine how electric Emma must be feeling right now. Harry seemed to be happy too, because you were happy after such a heartwarming conversation.

Positive interactions just made for better days.

Later, Emma would post that photo and the comments were even more wholesome.

comment 1: the way y/n and harry are stood so close to each other

comment 2: the fact harry has his literal cheek pressed against y/ns makes me WEEP

comment 3: they look so happy i will cry

•••••••

Another place where you would find wholesome content from the fans was the world of social media.

Normally, with Harry’s previous relationship’s, they would get absolutely hated on social media. There would always be something that would get dug out from someone’s past which meant they weren’t “right” for Harry. All of it was bullshit and Harry’s previous relationships had ended because he never felt “right” with anyone.

Until you.

You were now sat with Harry’s family around a small fire pit in Anne’s back garden.

Her lovely house had a beautiful garden that was perfect for dinner evening drinks and conversations. You often think about returning here with Harry and his last name one day.

“Top up, Y/N?” Anne asked, holding out the bottle red wine up to your wine glass that empty on the table.

“Oh, no thanks Anne.” You warmly smiled.

You were comfortably nestled in Harry’s lap with a blanket drawn over the two of you. Harry was nursing his own red wine with one hand, whilst the other supported your back from where you were sat sideways across his legs. Your head was nuzzled just below his chin and your hands were busy fiddling with his necklaces.

“You okay, m’love?” Harry asked you, so only you could hear.

“Mhm. Wine has made me sleepy.”

“Rest if you need to, i’m right here.” He kissed the top of your head.

You pulled your phone out of your hoodie pocket and opened it up to Twitter.

You followed a multitude of Harry’s fans on Twitter, simply for the shits and giggles. It had become a challenge to see who would be the next person that you would follow.

Scrolling through Twitter you noticed a lot of people reposting a photo of you and Harry that got leaked today. You were both simply walking through the park, but the photo clearly showed you wearing Harry’s hoodie and everyone was screaming over it.

harriesunite: these are my parents

“H, baby, look.” You giggled as you showed him the tweet.

“Hmm?” He tucked his face down into your neck as he read your phone, and leaving your neck warm after he laughed.

“You’re such a dad, apparently.”

“Not yet I’m not.” He kissed your exposed neck, but only once when he remembered he was sat in front of his mum.

“Y’want to be?” You turned your head a little to the side to see him better.

“Whenever you want to be a mum, yeah.” He smiled so brightly.

“Soon.”

“Yeah, soon.” Harry nodded in agreement.

[riordanness]

fictional — [p.jackson]

pairing: percy jackson x reader

wordcount: 2.1K

warnings: none

‘i put myself in another world, where i can be any other girl, cause i don’t really wanna face it. cause if it isn’t real you can pretend all you want…’

I sigh as the lyrics of ‘Fictional’ by Khloe Rose filter through my headphones. My head leans against the cool glass window of the bus, bumping my forehead every time the driver goes over a pothole.

Hey, call me crazy, but this is probably the most relatable song in existence. At least to me. Falling in love with boys from books and movies was basically my job at this point.

I had one, though, that meant more than all my other ‘fictional boyfriends’.

Percy Jackson.

I’d grown up with this character, laughed with him, cried with him, held fast and braved the storm with him. I’d adopted his personality, tried to be like his girlfriend, acted as if we were best friends, talked to him, dreamt about him, read and written fanfiction about him, anything you can think of. I am obsessed, and no, I’m not ashamed of that fact.

I’m five years running with this crush now, and it’s not going anytime soon. I let out another sigh as I realise, yet again, that this is impossible. He’s fictional, as much as it hurts to admit. He isn’t real, and I can’t live my whole life pretending to date and marry a fictional character. Life just doesn’t work like that. Sadly.

The bus pulls up at school, and I climb off, slipping my headphones into my pocket. I’ll probably get them back out during a boring lecture in one of my classes, but for now I’ll just keep the daydreaming at a minimum.

“Hey, girl.” Andie sidles up to me, nudging me with her shoulder. “What’s kicking?”

“Nothing,” I deadpan. “Unless you’re a goat, like Grover Underwood.”

Andie laughs, my sarcastic comment going right over her head. I love her to death, seriously, but the girl hasn’t got an ounce of sarcasm in her. She’s the most literal and honest person ever, but she’s also super sweet and sincere. So, sarcasm isn’t even a word she knows.

“I’m not a goat, silly,” she giggles. “But guess what?!”

“Yeah?” I am actually kind of interested. Andie usually has all the gossip (somehow), so her news tends to be pretty good.

“There’s a new guy in our class today,” she squeals. “Apparently he just moved here from New York.”

“New York is where Percy Jackson lives,” I say automatically. “I wanna visit there someday so bad.”

Andie rolls her pretty eyes. She likes Percy Jackson. I made her read the books, and she did, but just so that she knows what I’m talking about most of the time. “You and your fictional boys, I swear. This is a real boy, y/n! You need to get your head out of a book for once if you ever wanna meet somebody.”

I shrug. “Real boys suck though.”

And even Andie can’t argue with that.

I’m doodling in my notebook, half listening to Mr Mintar explain something about geometry. I’m not terrible at maths, so I figure I’ll just catch up if I need to. My brain doesn’t want to pay attention today.

I perk up, though, when I hear something new.

“Students,” Mrs May, our principal, announces. “We have a new student joining us today. Please be kind to Mr Jackson and show him around. Remember, you were once a new student yourself.”

Jackson? Like Percy Jackson? How cool is that, I thought to myself. I yank my headphones out of my ears and glance up.

A boy is talking quietly with Mr Mintar; who is probably explaining what we’re learning and where he’ll sit. We have assigned seats in basically every class, because a few boys in our grade are idiots, so I sit alone in every class. Apparently, other students are very likely to copy my work if they’re sitting with me, so the teachers decided to make me sit alone all the time. It’s kind of okay, though. Means I can do whatever I want with no one to tell on me for listening to music.

I watch as Mr Mintar talks with his hands, waving them a lot. The boy has his back to me. He has messy black hair, and he’s wearing jeans, converse and a blue hoodie.

Mr Mintar gestures at me, and I sit up straight. The boy glances quickly, nods at Mr Mintar, and I realise what’s happening. He’s being assigned to sit with me, which probably means I'll also be assigned his personal ‘welcome-to-our-school’ guide. Which means I’ll be forced to be this guy’s friend for the next few weeks. Yay.

The boy turns to face me, and I swear my heart literally skipped a beat. Now, this wasn’t like those dumb fanfics where a girl’s celebrity crush just so happens to turn up at her school for some stupid reason, and they fall in love blah blah blah.

This was an honest-to-goodness ‘what the hell is happening’ moment. The boy now walking towards me looks exactly how I’ve always pictured Percy Jackson in my mind. The same crazily messy black hair, loose and slightly curled at the edges, twisting around his ears and falling in his eyes a little bit. He has the same smattering of freckles on his nose, the same tan skin, troublemaker grin, the same glint of determination in his eyes.

And gosh, I’d know those sea-green eyes anywhere.

The boy slides into the seat beside me. “Hi,” he says softly. “You’re y/n?”

I can’t do anything but nod, and I try to not stare at him too hard.

“You’re supposed to be my guide, or something, I think.” The boy sounds apologetic, like he knows how annoying being forced to be a school guide is. “And I’m supposed to sit with you in all my classes.”

I nod again, a little dazed. Even his voice is Percy Jackson-coded. A slight rasp, a little accented, ugh.

I find my voice. “That’s cool. I’d be happy to show you around and get you into the groove of things here at East High.”

The boy smiles, and he has little crinkles at the side of his pretty eyes, as if he smiles a whole lot.

“Awesome. I’m Percy by the way.”

I blink at him, absolutely sure he’s pulling my leg somehow. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Percy frowns. “Like… my name? The thing that people call me? It’s Percy. Percy Jackson.”

I just stare at him.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.

“Your name is Percy Jackson?”

“Yeah?”

“Like the book character,” I add, surprising myself with the calm in my voice. Inside my head, though, I was screaming.

Percy’s brow furrows. “A book character? I dunno. Never heard of a book character called Percy, but there probably is. I don’t read that much. Dyslexia.”

I nod slowly. “Of course.”

Percy frowns again, then chuckles a little. “You’re weird. I like you.”

My tongue feels like someone’s deep fried it in the microwave. I try to swallow, and it’s nearly impossible. “So you’re not messing with me right now? You’re really called Percy Jackson, and you have dyslexia and probably ADHD, and sea-green eyes, and your hair isn’t dyed, and…”

Percy laughs again. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. What’s this about?”

I shake my head. “You wouldn’t understand if I told you.”

Percy raises his eyebrow. “Try me.”

It’s been a week since Percy’s arrival, and I’m still about 89% sure I’m dreaming. Not that I usually dream like this, but still.

I’ve spent basically all my school hours with Percy, as well as half my bus rides home, as his mum lives nearby to us.

The longer I know him, the more I’m sure that he’s real, that he’s actually here, and that he’s really, truly, Perseus Jackson, the not-so-fictional boy I’ve been in love with forever.

The weirdest thing, though, is the night after he arrived, I got home and all my Percy Jackson books and merch were gone. Mysteriously vanished. Even Andie doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I bring up PJO.

It’s like that movie, Yesterday, where everyone forgets about the Beatles. It’s like that, but with Percy Jackson. Oh, and obviously I have a real Percy to replace it; whereas Jack in that movie didn’t really have that.

Anyway, it’s crazy, it’s probably a hallucination, and it’s absolutely incredible. I’m spending every single day with my absolute favourite person in the universe, and he’s real.

The boy I’ve cried over, laughed over, loved for years… He’s here. He’s real. And he’s my friend.

“Marshmallows are not designed to be eaten alone,” I argue, pouting a french fry at Percy. “They aren’t even that nice anyway, but especially not when you eat them dry. All the powder, like, clogs up your throat and it’s disgusting. If you eat them on their own, you’re crazy.”

Percy laughs. “I hate them in my hot chocolates. They get all gooey and mushy, and… ugh.” He makes a face.

I roll my eyes. “You’re insane.”

Percy shrugs. “At least I don’t hate rice.”

“Hey!” I protest. “I have sensory issues! It’s not my fault the feeling of rice in my mouth makes me feel sick.”

“Hey, I know,” Percy says. “I was just kidding. I’m sorry.”

I relax. “It’s okay.”

I stare at him a moment, realising once again that this is really happening to me. That his pretty sea-green eyes are actually looking at me.

“What are you thinking about, love?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my trance, sitting up straighter. “What did you say?”

Percy smirks. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

To be honest, I barely remember. “Uh��nothing. Trying to think of what to do this afternoon after school.”

“You don’t have plans?” he asks.

I shake my head, and sip my chocolate milk. It tastes terrible.

“You’re going on a date with me, dummy,” Percy says, so casually I almost miss it. He leans his head back and throws a grape in the air, catching it in his mouth. It’s surprisingly attractive.

“Wait,” I say. “What?”

“You.” Percy points his finger at me, then himself. “Me.” He makes a swirling motion with his finger. “That new waterpark by the beach.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to go on a date with you?”

“You aren’t saying no.”

“No,” I reply, my voice soft, “I’m not.”

“Wow,” I say. “That’s an epic waterpark.”

Percy grins down at me, his eyes looking extra pretty in the afternoon sunlight. “You wanna race to the gate?”

I pretend to think about it for a second, then begin sprinting as fast as I can. I hear Percy gasp in laughter, then start after me. He catches me easily, his legs much longer than mine, but as he does, he scoops me up into a hug.

“Hey!” I shriek. “Put me down!”

I can tell he isn’t taking me seriously though, because we’re both laughing too hard. Percy eventually drops me gently on the ground. I can’t help but suddenly miss the feeling of his bare chest against me. I blink, and instantly shake those thoughts away.

“Buy me an ice cream and I’ll let you win all our races from now on,” I tease.

Percy scoffs. “Darlin’, you couldn’t win if you had a jetpack on.”

I try to ignore the flutter in my chest and roll my eyes. “Could so, and I don’t need any old jetpack.” I flex my nonexistent muscles. “You see these? I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you.”

“Oh, oh yeah of course. Sorry, your majesty.” Percy has a stupid grin on his face, and I have an urge to kiss him right then and there.

And so I do. I grab hold of his shoulders, pull myself up onto tiptoe, and press my mouth to his. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” I whisper into his lips.

Percy wraps his arms around my waist, causing the flutter to return, more greatly this time. He deepens the kiss, his head tilting downwards to accommodate my shorter height. His lips taste of the jellybeans we were eating earlier together. He had insisted on eating only the blue ones, of course.

The world around me blurs, and fades, and I’m left with only him, only Percy Jackson. His fingers on my waist, his mouth on mine, my heart in his hands. I am completely and totally his, as I’ve been forever, but now? He’s completely and totally mine too. My not-so-fictional boy.

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for 🦄 behind the cut; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Like–they didn’t read to you or let you watch movies and stuff, you mean?” Billy asks with a frown. “Just put the whole things in your head at once?” 

That sounds disorienting, and also kinda mean and lazy on Cadmus’s part. But maybe it wasn’t as bad as it– 

Lynn looks down at Tawky; flips his ear back and forth again and rubs the pad of his thumb across the inside of it. 

Billy . . . frowns, again. 

“No,” Lynn says to Tawky’s ear, as opposed to actually either of them. “I mean they didn’t tell me stories at all.” 

. . . wow, yeah. Billy is definitely committing fifty-two floors’ worth of arson. 

“Oh, okay,” he says, making a few mental notes for himself about, again, arson. Like, just the whole process and everything. “Well, they suck, then. We’ll just have to get you some different types to try, I guess. Like with the food and all, you know? It’s a library, anyway, it’s not like it costs money to borrow stuff or anything.” 

“It’s just stories,” Lynn says to Tawky’s ear, not lifting his eyes at all. “They’re not–important. To . . . I don’t need things like that.” 

“Why do you think that?” Billy asks with a frown, though his inner arsonist is already pretty sure it’s Cadmus's fault. Pretty much positive, in fact. 

Pretty definitely positive. 

Lynn shrugs. Rubs the inside of Tawky’s ear. It’s really soft, Billy knows; Tawky’s fur always feels nice to touch. He wonders, actually, how much stuff Lynn even has touched so far. 

He wonders, again, if anybody’s ever hugged him before. 

He really hates the thought that maybe no one has. He really hates . . . 

He just really hates that that’s even a thing that might be a thing at all. 

“Weapons don't need to know stories,” Lynn says. “They just need to do as they're told.” 

. . . in retrospect, arson might be half-assing what Billy should do to Cadmus. 

“This isn't so you can be a weapon,” he reminds Lynn carefully, resisting the urge to clench his fists in his lap. “Remember?” 

“‘This’,” Lynn echoes. He still doesn't look up. 

“I'm taking care of you,” Billy says. 

“Maintaining me,” Lynn says very, very quietly. “Containing me.” 

“I really hate that somebody made you think that's what that means,” Billy says tightly. Lynn ducks his head lower and looks towards the wall. 

He doesn't say anything back. Billy bites his tongue, trying to figure out what he should–do, or say, or . . . 

The truth, obviously, but how to say it's a lot harder. 

“This isn't, like–a containment thing. That's not why I'm taking care of you,” he tries, because it's the best place to start he can think of. The wisdom of Solomon covers a lot of knowledge, but not necessarily always how to apply that knowledge. “Like, we wanna know where you are so we know you're safe, or at least know you've got your phone just in case, and the curfew thing is–like, normal kids get curfews. So people know where they are, and that they're not in trouble or anything. And like–so people know when to get help for them, if they might be in trouble.” 

Lynn doesn't say anything, still. Billy's not sure if that means he's just thinking, or if it means he hasn't said the right thing yet. 

He really hopes it's the thinking thing, but . . . 

“Honestly the other idea was putting you up in Mount Justice,” he admits. “But it doesn't have any windows or anything, and I don't even know if anyone else was gonna be there most of the time, and–”

“Windows?” Lynn . . . frowns, his eyes flicking back to him. 

“Um, yeah,” Billy says. Lynn stares blankly at him for a moment, then slants his eyes towards the apartment windows and–hesitates, a little. 

“. . . you mean there's no sun,” he realizes slowly.

[lushrue]

im absolutely enamoured with your writing, especially the hockey 141!! but omg, simon saying that ‘he didn’t want to be the reason you didn’t land a jump and injured yourself’ makes me desperate to know what would be their reaction if the reader did actually injure themself either during training or an actual competition?

oh, they would for sure be at various levels of freaking out. all four of them are making their way down to the ice as soon as they can, no matter if it’s a competition or just one of your training sessions.

price would be the most level-headed, i think. after all, his team gets hurt all the time on the ice, usually worse than the twisted ankle and sprained wrist reader ends up with. still, it’s you we’re talking about, so it’s a bit harder for him to keep his composure. he’s going into first aid mode, testing your range of motion and asking where exactly it hurts. probably screaming at somebody to get you an ice pack to keep the swelling down. “can’t move it all the way to the right? alright, dove, just hold it still for me.”

ghost is kinda paralyzed. he’s not really good with injured people, never has been. he’s more of a “brush it off and keep going” kinda guy. but when it’s you, he’s resisting any and all attempts to downplay it. there’s the slightest twinge of pain when you put weight on it? nah, you’re staying seated until he can carry you off the ice. he’s for sure gonna treat you like you’re dying. “everythin’ feel alright, lovie? don’t worry, we’ll get ya some help.”

soap is by far the most panicky out of all of them. he’s on his feet as soon as your ass hits the ice, yelling for you without a care for who’s watching. that’s his bonnie, ye ken? it’s almost funny, the way you’re telling him to calm down when you’re the one who’s injured. he’s torn between palpating the injured area to gauge the severity and treating it like broken glass. finally, you manage to snap him out of it enough to get him to help you off the ice. “can ya walk, bonnie? can ya feel yer legs? oh…it’s not that bad?”

kyle is a nice balance between ghost and price, giving you some tender care while keeping a level head. he’s reassuring you, especially if you’re teary-eyed from shock or pain. he’s the most gentle with you, his touch feather-light over your injury as he takes it in. the first thing he does is get you warm, helping you limp off the ice and get settled on the benches. all the while, he’s cooing comfort in your ear to keep you calm. “i know it hurts, pretty. ‘s alright, kyle’s got ya.”

[jeansplaytoy]

“Ain’t Shit.” - c.springer

(part two here.) (part four here.)

part 3

you and connie always get into what seems like your final argument.

more arguing, mentions of violence, heavy weed smoking, cursing, overthinking, angst.

you weren’t scared of connie.

i mean, he always promised to never hurt you in any way you wouldn’t want or any way where it was out of pure violence. and he always kept that promise, even when you two were on and off. even when you were on bad terms or even when he was so mad at you, he didn’t even wanna speak to you.

and you hated yourself a little for questioning whether he was gonna keep that promise tonight.

so you were in the passenger side of ony’s car. he didn’t trust you enough with your own, making sasha and mikasa drive yours to your house.

you stared at the floor of the car, resting your elbow on the door. your nail had a bandaid around it. “you good?” ony glanced over at you. your left hand rested between your thighs for comfort. you nodded. your outfit had went from a party outfit to just that same crop top and a pair of shorts.

“why you lookin all depressed and shit?” he asked again, eyes on the road. “i’m not.” you spoke back. ony frowned and looked at you. “nah, for real? cus i ain’t never seen yo ass like this.” he played with his earring as one hand was on the steering wheel. “why are you tryna make it seem like it’s not normal to be quiet?” you chuckled a little to brush away the unintentional sad look on your face.

“that shit ain’t normal for you.” he mumbled. you looked at him and stared for a while.

“you think connie mad at me?” you asked. “connie? oh hell yeah, that niggas is pissed. like straight up.” he answered. you smacked your lips. “ony, i’m being for real.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“what? you think i’m not?”

you paused. “…you serious?”

“what i just say.” he looked at you.

you frowned at him and rolled your eyes. “you really make me sick, bro.” you mumbled. “so you regret what you did.” he said. “hell naw. he cheated on me and tried to make me jealous, i only flirted with one nigga since we stopped talking.” you defended yourself, but ony hummed mid sentence.

“but the thing is, you fucked wit’ the opps.” he corrected you. you squinted. “okay so it’s good that he can cheat but i can’t fuck with somebody he don’t like? you saw him flirting with another bitch right there.” you sat up a little.

“he was flirting with somebody you don’t like, he wasn’t flirting with one of yo’ opps. that’s different. and fucked up.”

you stared at him again before sighing and sitting back. “i’m not even bouta talk to you right now.” you said. ony shrugged and sat back, resting his arm on the door.

ony was always like your big brother, and you always went to him when mikasa and sasha weren’t available. especially about connie, he’s the one that kept getting y’all back together in the first place. but you hated to be told the right thing. he spoke his mind, only sugar coated a little to not make you mad, but you just despised when someone told you something different from your original thought.

you knew he was telling the truth tho.

you stayed silent the whole ride until he finally made it to his house, where everybody else was, normally after every party. you got out the car, walking up to the door and opening it, waiting for him when you went behind the stairs.

he walked in front of you, opening the basement door. like just at the party, your nose filled with the scent of weed. you slowly walked in behind him, all eyes on you.

“y/nnn!” sasha smiled, waving you over to her. you smiled and waved back. mikasa was sitting beside eren and jean was beside armin, they were cracking silent jokes, seemingly.

“this one got all mad in the car when i tried to tell her right from wrong.” ony nudged the back of your head. you smacked his hand and rolled your eyes. “that’s why she always getting into a fight.” eren said while rolling up a blunt.

you sat beside sasha while grabbing the blunt from her, hitting it for a few seconds before exhaling and putting your phone in your lap.

the whole basement went silent as everyone did their thing. but what you didn’t dare to do was look up in front of you, because you’d be looking straight at connie. and you could tell he was piercing holes in your forehead as you picked your phone up again to find something to distract yourself with.

“so… what happened? between you and brooklyn. i mean— i saw everything but… y’know.” sasha said. “she beat her ass, that’s what happened.” jean mumbled, passing his blunt to armin while armin played some game on his phone.

“it’s really nothing now. i don’t care bout her.” you shrugged. “really.” ony raised his eyebrow. “ony shut up.” mikasa laughed as you grabbed the blunt you and sasha shared again. “nah she was so quick to beat her ass and wanna act like a baby now.” he chuckled a little while glancing at you.

“okay you act like you don’t be fighting a lot.” you looked at him. “i fight when i have to, not when i feel like i want to.” he mumbled before grabbing a bottle of tequila and drinking it.

“well she was being a bitch.” you mumbled with a shrug.

everyone went silent once again. and your eyes, who apparently have a mind of their own, moved over to connie who stared at you with low, bored eyes of his own.

the stare held for a good couple seconds. you didn’t know what he was thinking or what he wanted to say, but when ony moved over to sit beside him, you looked at sasha, who looked at you and then connie.

“y’all not gon’ try to make up?” armin suddenly spoke, glancing at you and connie.

“i’m not finna keep apologizing for stuff that don’t even be my fault.” connie said, slouching down on the circular couch. you squinted at him.

“don’t do that.” you mumbled while blowing smoke. “what? defend myself for the… fifth time?” he cocked his head back a little. you frowned. “connie, you act like you wasn’t rubbing all up on her ass and shit.” you sat up and held your hand out.

“y/n, you was kissing on floch and shit. dude was grabbing yo ass and shit. now if it was any other mu’fucka then i’d let that shit slide. but yo ass fuckin wit the opps.” he sat up. “might as well be one.”

you raised your eyebrows and your lips parted a little. “oh that’s what we doin now? nigga-“

“cut that shit out now, talk like adults.” jean waved at both of you.

“i don’t give a fuck.” you frowned. “shit, and you think i do?” connie laughed a little. that laughing shit pissed you off, especially when you was being deadass. you stared at him for a few seconds before standing up. “i’m finna get a drink.” you mumbled before walking towards the door.

you walked upstairs from the basement before walking to onys kitchen, going in the fridge to get a bottle of water.

why couldn’t you just be high?

~

“she piss me off with that shit bro.” connie mumbled, already getting mad. everybody looked at him. “you know how she is connie, she get mad easy, you get mad easy, y’all need to stop that shit.” mikasa shook her head, mixing some of her wine with orange juice, trying not to get too waisted again.

“straight up. y’all need to stop all that arguing and then fucking two hours after. ‘shit don’t make you happy, cus two days later yall finna be arguing bout the same shit.” jean spoke, eyes slowly getting pink from the smoke that burned his eyes from time to time.

connie stared at the floor. “i gotta piss.” he stood up to walk out of the basement.

~

you closed the fridge, opening the bottle of water to drink a little. “not tryna get drunk.” you whispered to yourself before downing the water.

you heard the bathroom door close as you leaned on the counter, wiping some water that dripped down the corner of your lips. you swallowed the last bit before staring down at the counter, exhaling and biting your lip.

you heard a noise behind you before turning your head, seeing connie.

you stared at each other for a couple seconds.

“what you doin in here?” you asked. “came to get space. thought you would’ve been back in the basement by now.” he said, opening the fridge to get a bottle of water. you stared at him and his movements, unintentionally backing away a little as he closed the refrigerator.

he paused and looked at you. “what’s wrong witchu?” he asked before drinking his water. “nothing.” you frowned at him. “why you acting like that?” he said quietly. you tilted your head forward. “like… what?” you leaned on the counter while looking at the ground.

connie shook his head, putting the water bottle back in the refrigerator before closing it again.

you looked at him as his back was towards you. you bit your lip softly. “you…” you started, but didn’t know what to say.

he raised his eyebrows at you, glancing at you.

“you still mad?”

he turned towards you and looked you in the eye. you didn’t know what he was thinking, just like all tonight.

“go back with the group before me.” was all he said before hopping on the counter.

you tilted your head a little. but choosing not to start another argument, you left the kitchen and went into the basement.

god, you wanted to punch him hard. and tell him how he really hurt you. but you wanted to kiss him, and tell him you forgave him, and how it was petty of you to do the things you did, and how you didn’t mean it.

“where’s connie?” sasha asked.

you looked at her and raised your eyebrows. “i didn’t know he left. ion know.” you said before sitting down.

everyone continued their conversation, and you stared at the ground, hands resting under your thighs. he really didn’t care anymore.

he didn’t.

you didn’t realize that your eyes were starting to burn. they also darted around the room, trying to make sure no one else saw you.

that’s when connie entered the room. his eyes only on you for a second before he walked over to ony, laughing at a joke he told.

your throat started to hurt and burn.

don’t cry. don’t cry. don’t cry. please don’t cry.

cry. cry. cry. cry. cry right now.

the same things repeating in your head. you inhaled deeply, looking at the ceiling.

you’ll be okay.

‘ex factor’ on REPEAT while making the last part. 😣 almost made myself cry shiddd.

part 4? :)

[eminems-skittles]

🏃‍♀️ - for the writing game :)

drop an emoji and character in my ask box and i’ll write a blurb based off whatever song comes up on my playlist

song: tennessee orange by megan moroney

pairing: lando norris x leclerc!reader

a/n: my french is a mix of 2 years of high school french, duolingo, and google translate so it may not be the best!

tagging: @jackhues

orange

“when are you going to tell your brothers?” lando asked quietly as he pressed soft kisses to the column of your neck. he had snuck into your room after everyone had stopped caring about his whereabouts.

“soon, baby,” you promised, your hand going to tangle in his hair.

“when’s soon? wanna see you in orange not red on sunday,” he huffed, his lips coming up to kiss the shell of your ear.

“lando, if i tell them before the race, charles may just drive his car straight into yours and i don’t want to go visit you in the hospital,” you groaned, kind of pushing him off of you. he looked at you and shook his head.

“it just feels like you don’t want to tell them,” he admitted.

“i want to tell them so bad, lan, i just don’t want you to be on the receiving end of any of their anger or anything,” you sighed, bringing a hand up to his face. he turned and kissed the palm of your hand. “what if i told maman instead? tell her now and then charles and them later okay?”

“okay,” lando agreed, a smile taking over his features. “thank you, love.”

the brit leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling you close to him.

the next morning, you decided to go to breakfast with pascale. nerves shot through you as you figured out what you were going to say to her. you knew she wouldn’t have as big of a problem with it as your brothers but her reaction still had you worried.

“what is it?” your mother asked after you had been spaced out for several minutes.

“maman,” you started. “i’ve got some news.”

“quoi?” what? she asked, her eyes scanning your face.

“i’ve met somebody,” you trailed off, looking to her face for a reaction. she nodded, silently telling you to continue. “he’s got blue eyes. he opens the door and he won’t make me cry. he treats me so good, maman.”

“ma fille, qui est-ce?” my daughter, who is it? pascale asked, her hand coming across to the table to hold yours.

you huffed before answering, “lando. but don’t tell charles yet! he’d lose his mind if he knew. but i’m going to be wearing mclaren orange at the grand prix.”

“c’est marveilleux, y/n!” that’s wonderful! pascale said, smiling brightly at you. “when are you telling tes frères?” your brothers

“soon.” you promised. “real soon.”

“bien, bien,” good, good she pauses before saying, “mclaren orange…charles may not like that.”

“je sais, maman. je sais,” i know, mom. i know. you said laughing. “i’m scared for lando.”

pascale laughed at that. “moi aussi, y/n. but he’ll be okay. charles is going to be happy for you.”

[pandoramyst]

little thing I wrote abt dilf!jake and reader w/ age gap (I watched avatar again...it invoked some feelings in me that inspired this. 18+ warning there’s smut!!! PLS DNI if not comfortable)

you didn’t want this to happen, jake didn’t want this to happen. I mean, technically, it shouldn’t have. it should have stayed the way it was before. untouched. he shouldn’t have dug deep into the feeling in his heart that made him eager. the feeling that was eating him from the inside out, picking at the flesh shielding his rationale.

looking back it was dumb. he usually had a good instinct but this was a bad choice. one of few that he made. you had invoked something so strong in him that even overpowered his instincts. you were bad for him. he was sure of it. you were much younger too. you needed somebody that could relate to you, somebody that would understand you. but why had he convinced himself that he was that person for you?

he watched you from afar; in your long flowy skirts that were see-through enough to show the v shape your panties form on your buttocks. in the tank top the na’vi women had crafted for you, using a fine twill. this particular top that you constantly wore, seemed to be your favorite. 

bold choice, jake thought as the color of your breast was visible through the small holes left open for elasticity. na’vi women had no clue about censorship, especially when it came to their attire. he could see your breasts bouncing as you jumped up and down in excitement as if you were a kid.

he found himself peering at you any chance he got, chin resting on his palm. if he could see himself, he would face-palm and scold himself for acting like a teenager. but was it his fault?

how could he have known that that deep feeling that was engulfing his heart was desire? he quickly fixed his posture as you walked towards him, a little skip in your step. what had gotten you so excited? he wondered.

you jumped up the steps, fixing your hair as you did so. pulling out a strand of hair that was stuck between your lips, you appeared in front of him shaking your bow in his face. a bright smile was plastered on your face that was almost too inviting to ignore.

“what's gotcha all excited, kid?” he smiled at you, stretching his palm out for you to take. putting your hand in his, he pulled you to sit on his thigh facing him as you did so. this was normal of course, you would always sit on his lip but it was innocent. always innocent.

you pulled a tiny fish out of the basket attached to your hip, which prompted jake to gasp dramatically. he held the limp fish in his hand, feelings its scales with his thumb.

“I did that” you pointed at the fish and smiled at it proudly. he stared at you before pressing quick kisses on your cheek, causing you to giggle.

“all by yourself?”

“all by myself,” you repeated, placing your head on his neck.

“you’re such a talented girl, aren’t you?” you bit your lip in an attempt to hide your strong smile. his hand fell on your thigh, caressing the soft skin. he noticed how his hand covered your thigh entirely as your human body was obviously a lot smaller than his. this was one of the things he was scared to admit but secretly adored about you.

his hand sneaked through the folds of your skirt and landed on your undies, caressing your sensitive skin. your mouth formed the shape of an “o” as you let out a shaky breath.

“yeah, you like that don’t you? like when I praise you hm? tell you how good of a girl you are?” you whimpered as his voice got deeper. his hand pushed away the fabric separating his fingers from your clit, and he slid his fingers down the slippery skin. “Jake...” your hands went up to his face, pushing his dreads away from his cheeks.

he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “want me to show you how good of a girl you are?” you nodded, rubbing your lips on the skin of his cheek. he hummed before letting out a chuckle. he patted your thigh, signaling you to get up. as your legs met the floor, his hand came up to trace the pattern on your top.

“undress, kid” he said, looking up at you as his thumbs went to caress your hips.

your hands found themselves resting on his shoulder, and your mouth fell slightly open at his command.

“what?” your voice went soft under his demanding gaze.

he gave you a soft smile and slowly blinked at you as if he were a cat.

“do you trust me?” his voice was deep.

you sighed, returning the smile at him, “i trust you”

“then undress” you stepped back, untying your skirt first. you pulled the loose strings that formed a bow, adorning your hip. jake’s hips moved so that he could find a more comfortable position on his chair, spreading his legs wide open. his arm rested on the armrest of the chair, holding his chin up, watching you. adoration found in his eyes. 

he loved making you squirm. watching his eyes get dark as he watched your body move with every step. looking you up and down. he enjoyed the size difference since he could constantly look down at you, holding you easily in his embrace, considering how much bigger he was.

when your skirt was off, jake scoffed at the fact that you were wearing panties. despite being used to it, hanging around the na’vi for so long he got used to the lack of clothes. you slowly pulled down the white undies that had a pink bow on the hem. you took your time turning around, letting him examine every inch of your naked body.

before you could fully turn your back to him, his hands went on your ass; caressing it as you continued to turn.  

“such a sweet bum you have, baby. gon let daddy kiss it?” you turned your head, and nodded at him from across your shoulder. he leaned in, leaving soft kisses on your scarred skin. his hands tracing the pattern of the lines on your buttocks.

you pushed your hair to the side, letting it rest on your shoulder and opening your back to Jake. considering how tall he was he didn’t need to stand up. he put his hands on the strings of your top, untying it. he let it fall down, sliding on your body. his hands helped to turn your body around and when he did, you climbed on his lap, letting your lips kiss his jaw.

“so eager, always so eager. wanna explore me baby?” you looked up at him, nodding desperately. your eyebrows scrunched together and your lips fell into a small pout.

“go on, kid. get what you want,”

[cultofdixon]

Welcome Home

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The Commonwealth ain’t so bad right…? Maybe if he does what he’s told, his family will be safe. That’s what matters… • SFW/NSFW/ANGST • TW: Injuries / Pregnancy & Birth / Separation Anxiety / Scars • Ignoring S11’s canon

“You really think this’ll help us…going to the Commonwealth?” Y/N frowns leaning against Daryl as the two were sat on the couch in his basement room. He gently takes her hand into his squeezing it. “For us…it…Judith and RJ…Dog? What about Maggie? She’s not going…”

“We’ll give it a test run…see what happens and Maggie she’ll be safe. She wants to stay to help rebuild”

“We could—-“

“Need to think about the kids…what’s best for them, so it’s really if they’ll like it” Daryl squeezes her hand again then letting go and resting it on her belly. “Even if we did stay, I wouldn’t let yea do the crazy workaholic shit you’d do. Just know I won’t let anything happen to yea or them…yer always my top priority”

Y/N rests her hand over his for just a moment before shifting to face him. Gently brushing the hair out of the way of his face.

“Daryl…”

“Hm?”

“Don’t let them break you…”

•

Being processed was a lengthy and annoying process to deal with. Makes one miss Rick’s three questions. Now it’s like a game of 20 questions and a job placement. Daryl obviously being put into training for security and Y/N got lucky being placed in the farming district where she got to work with somebody she knows, Ezekiel. Which also meant Daryl telling him the news and to keep an eye on her when he can’t.

“This reminds me of my apartment from the before…just. A little nicer”

“A little nicer? I’m afraid to even ask” Daryl laughs a bit setting his pack down as Dog instantly went to sniff around the entire place. “Uhm. We’ll take the only bedroom”

“Unless you want the kids to have it and we’ll sleep out here” Y/N states sitting down on one of the mattresses in the main room letting Dog jump to her laying in her lap.

Daryl instantly scoffs to such as he moves to sit beside her. “Nah. You’re pregnant. And I ain’t letting Dog jump on yea in the middle of the night”

“He’ll scratch the door if you keep it closed”

“Better than stomping on’em” He states grazing his fingers on her belly as Dog nips at him. “I swear! You can’t do that”

“Guess he’s going to be over-protective over this one too” She laughs petting Dog behind the ears as Daryl pulls her into his side kissing her temple.

“Don’t mean he can nip at me” He mumbles giving Y/N another kiss to the temple before shooing Dog off. “Gonna check the rest of the place before gettin’ the kids”

“Be careful, D”

“Nothin’ gonna scare me in this small ass apartment” Daryl rolls his eyes opening the closet for a broom to fall out and spook him. He sighs annoyed especially when his girl started to laugh because of that. “You saw nothing”

“Okay okay…sure” Y/N smiles leaning against the wall still seated on the unmade mattress resting her hands on her barely showing belly. “I hope we’re safe here…” she whispers to herself.

•

“Y/N!!!” Ezekiel cheers happily approaching his friend that he’s missed and couldn’t help but hug her. “I won’t be too tight! I heard the good news, how far along??”

“Uhm. I think I’m reaching 4 months? I just got an appointment here…” Y/N laughs nervously as the words that escaped her made her anxious. This Commonwealth had a lot. A hospital for Christ’s sake! She couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of something being wrong or the doctors being monsters. Or both.

“You sound unsure…is Daryl coming with you to your appointment?”

“He’s in the training camp with Rosita to see who works well with who. Mercer told him he couldn’t go…”

“Then that’s settled! I’ll go with you!” Ezekiel smiles warmly. “I understand how strange this place is and I’ve been to their hospital a few times for my own thing, so I know the lay out and a few of the doctors. I’ll protect you for Daryl”

Y/N couldn’t help the hormones making her emotional enough to start sobbing. Ezekiel didn’t even react negatively to such, all he did was smile and bring her into his embrace.

This was weird. Really. Weird. Y/N hasn’t sat in a hospital waiting room since well. Y/N was in a hospital when the world ended, in a similar sense like Rick but not entirely. She kept her hands protectively on her belly watching everyone walk by. Security. Hospital personnel. Happy people. God…is it bad to have all this fear coursing through you when everyone around you is in good spirits?

“Ms. Dixon?”

Ezekiel was first to stand as Y/N stayed in her seat for a second longer before following his action by standing and soon following the nurse.

“Is this the father?” The OB smiles closing the door once Ezekiel had entered.

“No he’s uhm in security so he couldn’t get time off…” This talk felt strange…very old world.

“Well, I can always put in the good word for future appointments.” She smiles jotting that information down on Y/N’s chart. “But it’s also always nice to have close friends with you as well”

“I 100% agree” Ezekiel smiles letting Y/N get situated on the exam table and keeping an eye on her body language in case he needed to stop everything.

But before the OB could even get the gel on, Y/N took a hold of her wrist out instinct. Realizing what she did and let go immediately. The OB stopped what she was doing and carefully took Y/N’s hand into both of hers.

“My name is Erin Mathews, I was an OB resident in the old world and I’ve done my fair share of surviving before the Commonwealth found me.” Erin reassures Y/N’s anxieties slightly with the softness she radiated. “I’m not like the others in this community. Whatever you want, I’ll do. You’ll receive all the care needed, with the privacy you want. I won’t let anything happen to you or your baby. You’re safe”

Ezekiel was sold, he really liked this girl and Y/N relaxed just enough for Erin to finally get started. Erin not only made a note to get her husband to have the time off for these future appointments but also in case of emergency to have Ezekiel’s name jotted down.

The sound of the baby’s heartbeat pulled Y/N out of every negative thought she stirred up when Erin first put the ultrasound wand on. Her attention hasn’t left the screen once Erin pushed it over for them to see.

“Daryl is going to lose it when he sees this for himself” Ezekiel smiles holding the picture of the ultrasound as the two walk back to the living quarters. “Hell! Another piece to the future coming in five months!” He happily handed the picture back seeing his friend start to tear up again. “Oh Y/N…”

“It’s just…u-unbelievable. I-I can safely have this baby.” She continued to sob happily bringing herself into Ezekiel’s embrace. “Daryl doesn’t have to worry about anything going w-wrong and having n-n-nothing to do about it”

“You’re safe here, Y/N. And we all know Daryl Dixon will make sure of it”

And boy does he.

Daryl came back after a long and rather annoying day to hearing humming from the other part of the apartment. He quietly approaches the small kitchenette watching his partner work away at making dinner with what she could get. Mainly groceries Ezekiel gave her given their small family just arrive and haven’t had money come in yet.

“You seem happy”

Y/N flinches slightly causing Dog who was trailing her to start sniffing her in case of anything. Once she relaxed, she gave Daryl a small smile before continuing to cook.

“I am”

“Uh. How was the…doctor’s appointment?” Daryl asks on his way over to Y/N’s side bringing his arm around her as she went into her back pocket to take out the small pictures.

It didn’t take long for Daryl to get a hold of the picture himself as Y/N noticed the man started to stare at it. He wouldn’t move or look away.

“They’re healthy. The doctor was really nice too…she said she might be able to get you—-“ Y/N was cut off by Daryl suddenly hugging her, tightly but of course not too tight. She brought her arms around him hearing the soft sniffles that escaped him. “Oh Daryl…”

“Baby’s healthy, you’re healthy…y’all are gonna be okay” Daryl sobs holding onto his woman as his anxiety was toward what happened years back. A part of him will always be haunted by what happened to Lori, especially when his partner is pregnant. But now he doesn’t have to fear in its entirety of what could happen.

He can relax a little…

•

“I have arrived, and with good company” Carol smiles letting herself in with Rosita following shortly behind as Coco was with Eugene for the evening.

“It’s been a minute since it was just us. Have you heard anything from Maggie about Alexandria?”

“They are doing good with rebuilding. The commonwealth is actually helping instead of what we feared when we first arrived here” Rosita sets down dinner she had picked up from one of the services for free prepared meals as she made sure to grab something Y/N will enjoy. “Soooo…do you guys know what you’re having?”

“Oh please tell me you’re not keeping it a secret! I keep trying to ask Daryl when I see him but the man keeps brushing me off” Carol scoffs slightly as she watches Y/N slowly take a seat on the couch.

“Daryl doesn’t know”

The two quickly share a glance before bringing themselves closer hoping Y/N would budge but she looked as if she wanted Daryl to know first. But fucking hell she can’t keep it to herself for long.

“It’s a girl but you can’t tell D until I do!” She almost shouts out as Carol immediately hugs her friend while Rosita screams from excitement herself.

“Oh you better tell Daryl soon! We have a bet going on!”

“Rosita!”

“They ain’t the only better floating. But wait before you tell Ezekiel. He won and I have to make a dozen cookies for pay up” Carol laughs with the two.

As girls night comes to a close and Y/N found herself laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. She was both missing Daryl and the kids, but also missing those from the past. Most nights since being in the Commonwealth lead her to reminisce and feel slightly bad because those she lost deserved the luxury of this place…it was a lot to think about all in one night.

Lost in her own thoughts she didn’t hear the door open which meant Daryl’s return. The kids were with Ezekiel for the evening because of girls night and he’d bring them back after school the next day. A whole other phenomenon to think about.

Daryl came into the bedroom about to rip off his armor but couldn’t help himself when spotting Y/N and bringing himself over to her. Kissing her belly gently, drawing her from her thoughts as she smiles warmly toward him.

“Is it already that late?”

“That I’m home? Mhm” Daryl sat on the edge of the bed watching Y/N slowly bring herself to sit up as her center made it difficult to do so. “How was…girls night?”

“Good. There’s leftovers if you’re hungry.” Y/N smiles watching Daryl rest his hand on her belly gently, he started to do this more in hopes he’d feel the little one given he missed all the other times she had called him to feel. “You know…I know what we’re having” and that instantly made the archer lock eyes with her in a bit of excitement.

“Yea gonna make me guess or gonna tell me?”

“Hm. I kinda wanna make you guess. But I’m also an impatient person”

“Ain’t that the truth” Daryl laughs slightly as he suddenly felt it. The smallest kick against his hand as he was now fixated on the small movement. He brought himself to completely turn toward his partner bringing both hands onto her belly. “It’s always these moments that I finally get to experience these great things”

“Mm. You’ll be around more when she arrives, you’ll make sure of it”

“Fuck yeah I will—-HEY!” Daryl exclaims looking up at Y/N seeing her smile even wider. “A girl?! Ha! I lost a bet and won one”

“Why are you betting on the gender of our baby?”

“Cuz…it’s a 50/50 chance” Daryl brought himself low enough to kiss her belly once more before finally getting up and getting out of his armor. “Better get comfy, I ain’t letting yea go tonight”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way”

•

The closer she got to a presumed due date the more anxious and nesty she became. But the other thought on her mind was what home was. Y/N wasn’t working once she got to eight months, because she was given leave and Ezekiel would force her out of the farming area every chance she wanted to get away from being confined to the apartment.

“Yknow how you started to nest when you were carrying Coco?”

“Why are we talking about this when I’ve talked about it with Y/N?” Rosita smiles followed with a short lived laugh as the two were at their stations for that shift. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t entirely know. The scary ass books Carol made me read are like. They start getting the home ready for a baby and start to nest. But Y/N has everything in a closet. Hasn’t really arranged anything or asked me to do anythin’”

“You think she wants to stay here?”

“What do yea mean?”

“Alexandria is back on its feet and from the reports done by Maggie? Commonwealth is starting to remove themselves from the place since they can hold their own again. You think Y/N would…want to go home?”

Returning back to the apartment Daryl hasn’t stopped thinking about such. This place was perfect, but he doesn’t want to force his partner to stay here and granted he’s always had mixed feelings about his job. The old world within this new one always felt weird and they were allowed to leave whenever as long as someone was notified. The one thing he really wants though is the hospital…in case anything happened. He couldn’t lose any of them.

He was greeted by Dog when he first opened the door before being hugged by Judith immediately. That was another thing, this place is confirmed safe. Safe for them.

But he didn’t want to force anything…

“You’ve seen—-“

“She’s laying down. Told me to tell you when you got back”

“Where’s RJ?”

“In our room. Is Aunt Carol coming over for dinner again?”

“Yeah, she’ll be here in a bit. How about you and your brother get ready while I check on Y/N?”

“Okie dokie” Judith smiles up at her uncle before pulling away to go do such as Daryl makes his way to their bedroom.

Daryl quietly opens the door finding Y/N fast asleep holding her belly protectively as he enters the room trying his best to remain quiet. He gently shuts the door behind him and went ahead with removing his boots before climbing into the bed with her. The smallest movement stirring her slightly as she tiredly looks at Daryl.

“Hey…”

“Hey yourself” He whispers laying beside her facing toward her. “You feelin’ alright?”

“Mhm. Back hurts” Y/N rubs a bit of the sleep from her eyes but she wasn’t in any mood to get up. “When’s Carol coming…?”

“Soon. She’s bringing dinner. I don’t gotta burn shit again” He laughs quietly watching her tiredly smile in response. “Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“Do you wanna go back to Alexandria?”

That’s when she fully opened her eyes looking at Daryl with a bit of a confused look on why he’d ask such.

“I…I’m not sure”

“We can. If you don’t like it here, we can always go back”

“But…Uh.” Y/N couldn’t find the words, she wanted to blame pregnancy brain but it was more so…if he likes it here, thinks we’ll be safe here…she doesn’t want to ruin it for him.

“Y/N. You know all I want from yea is to be safe right? Wherever we are. I need yea, the peanut, the kids…just safe.”

“D…I want the baby here, because they can…handle whatever may happen” okay… “But I don’t feel at home here”

“I get that. I get that entirely”

“You’re…not mad?”

“Why would I be? This was a fresh start, yeah. But it felt weird…not being in a place we built and protected together. Yeah we needed the commonwealth to help us back on our feet. But I was never gonna force you to stay here if you aren’t happy”

“I just…I miss our home. The one we built back up after the Saviors War. The one we let so many people stay in when they needed a place to stay. I want to raise our little girl there”

Daryl couldn’t help his small smile when hearing her say such. He brought himself closer to her wrapping his arm around her as she tried to get as close as humanely possible even with the bump in the way. He presses his lips against her forehead hearing her hum happily.

“Once you and the peanut are well enough…We’ll go home” He smiles as he whispers to her knowing very well she was becoming less anxious when he spoke. “You, me, Jude, RJ, Dog and the peanut. Will be home soon before you know it”

•

The gates to Alexandria quietly opened as Judith and RJ instantly ran through, immediately being engulfed in Maggie’s embrace and then her son Hershel’s. Aaron even brought himself and Gracie over to reunite with the few. Dog instantly followed after the kids keeping up with them and making sure they were safe like always.

Then Daryl came next, with Carol who wanted to be with her family always. She took care of bringing their stuff back within the familiar walls of their home. He waited patiently for Y/N to join him at his side feeling his arm find purchase around her waist as she carefully moves the blanket out of the way of their little girl that was fast asleep in her mother’s embrace.

“Welcome home, Robin”

[colourstreakgryffin]

Nifty x applejack!reader headcanons

Hahaha! Lol! The contrast here is hilarious. You gotta hyper delicate clean-freak lady than rowdy southern gal that doesn’t care about being dirty! I like it! Hmmm… which means what is remaining is Angel and Twilight. A interesting contrast but maybe it works? I don’t know! But anyway, let’s try this out!

Niffty- Cinnamon Spice

Niffty… well. She is an entirely different creature and honestly, you are too. Which is why you two ended up befriending one another but that doesn’t mean your dynamic isn’t full of just a bit of drama and rules…

You’re a tough rootin-tootin’ fun cowgirl that doesn’t mind getting dirty and Niffty absolutely despises disorder and mess so she is regularly brushing you and dusting you and mopping you of your filth whilst asking if you can simmer it down

Niffty is basically like your Rarity. She gets soooo fussy over your cleanliness level and she does openly clean you off and she doesn’t mind expressing just how much she dislikes how disgusting you are but you always brush it off since it’s just you

Otherwise, you two actually do bond well. Surprisingly, you take care of her like a big sister and you’re a protective strong figure so you won’t let anybody talk shit to the already ‘no-nonsense’ maid and cook of the Hotel

Niffty, you can’t really tell how she feels about anything but she does tell you her thoughts and/or opinions, whilst she is either cleaning you or cooking with the food supplies you carried over so effortlessly in a heavy big crate. She tells you about the ‘bad boys’ she likes and appreciates how you listen to her then give her advice back

Niffty is all about the rules so you can’t really interact with her much but the times you do. She is quite skittering and heads to you and talks to you. She’s getting better with her socialising skills and you merely listen to her

You’re the big sister of the Hotel, honest and hard-working and fearless and caring so you do mesh well with this tiny cyclopian woman who doesn’t really express herself much, helping her whilst she helps you, even if subtly

Niffty does like to ask you to help with her duties and since you’re so selfless yet so determined, you take up as much tasks for her as you can to help around, whilst you’re not a employee… yet of the Hotel, Charlie does consider you like a volunteer, for how much you help despite the fact you don’t get paid for it

Even if Niffty can annoy you with how much she nags and insists you take baths after such a long day of harvesting apples and caring for your family at your home barn, you do consider her a close friend and you don’t want anything happening to her so you definitely join Angel and Cherri’s night drinking to watch Niffty

Niffty kinda likes this southern cowgirl style you got, she thinks it’s cool and she makes a silly little dare where you two trade styles for a day at times. You… you feel weird in a pretty frilly maid dress whilst Niffty struts her stuff as a cowgirl and plays with the precious hat you let her have. It’s cute

Niffty has grown use to baking apple pies since apples is your favourite food and you do enjoy apple pies. She knows the exact recipe you like and sometimes, she’ll just bake one for the fun of it. She knows you won’t say no, she knows how much you love apples. It’s your thing

Niffty just found a odd but pretty orangish-red apple-shaped gemstone in the mess of the Hotel when sweeping one day and she decided to give it to you since nobody else could need it… and she is flattered when she sees how you’ve turned it into a part of your snazzy cowgirl aesthetic

Niffty does consider you a good friend. Yeah, you don’t or can’t talk to her a lot but when you do. She does open up to you, you’re a good ear and you’re quite loyal so you don’t even judge her. She is glad she can show off her knife collection to somebody else than her father figure, Alastor

She sometimes wonder if you even have emotions. Everybody else will be openly upset over a tragedy and you’re just silent… she doesn’t know that you’re crying on the inside

“Ah. Dirty. Dirty. Hey. You need to stop rolling around in mud. You’re ruining my carpet! Ah! Stop! Stop! I’ll get you a apple pie, just go outside and wash off”

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐕𝐈. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary: it's a hard day... and a hard day's night.

word count: 3.780k

tw: boxing, fight, blood, badly written emotions (please reassure me that it's not as bad as i think it is)

author's note: it's 3am but i couldn't rest until i post this sooo here we are uwu

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 playlist!! 

walking to the bookstore, y/n talked with her boss on her phone so she could switch her shift today with somebody else. she also thought about her chances and possibilities. she got a second chance (or rather hyeon-ju got it from her), she’s gonna talk through it. and if it’s successful, then she’s going with them, and if it blows, then… she’s gonna use yang-jung’s and doo-young’s help. it’s always another way, isn't it? and with gun-woo… shit, they’re gonna figure it out. 

when she turned into the street, she already saw gun-woo. picking the earphones out from her ear, she smiled as she got there. when they got in front of each other, y/n initiated a hug. please accept it, please accept it and don’t push me away, she thought, but when gun-woo wrapped his arms around her too, she felt relief.

“y/n, was work alright?” work? oh, yeah… y/n nodded. 

“yeah, i talked with him about switching my shift tonight, he was alright with that.” she answered. before she could go in, gun-woo seemed to take a deep breath. “what, do you wanna say something, gun-woo?” 

gun-woo looked at her, then sighing a short breath, he shook his head. 

“no, i… i don’t. let’s go get there, hyeon-ju is waiting for you.” 

“is everything alright?” y/n asked. “like, did hyeon-ju forgive the two of you?” 

“yeah, she did. but sir choi, her granddad was here. he said that he’s disappointed in her, but then one word led to another, and he told me and woo-jin to go home. then, we ate… and that’s all.” 

“oh…” y/n muttered. “he probably isn't happy that we get ourselves into danger. but until nobody, not even the police does something, we should call this progress, too.” maybe she should tell yang-jung and doo-young what they plan. 

y/n nodded, following him, but then he slowed down so they walked beside each other. 

“are you nervous?” 

“a little bit. but it’s gonna be okay. see, gun-woo… if this doesn’t work out, can we… so, can we keep the contact? i know work is work, but you… and woo-jin, “she added hurriedly, didn’t want to reveal her real thoughts, “, i think we became good friends for a short time.”

gun-woo nodded. 

“of course, y/n! i was thinking about the same thing. but you and hyeon-ju are going to talk through this, so you're gonna stay with us. i guess she’s thinking the same way, you seem good, and the more we are, the better.” 

“i hope it, too.” y/n sighed as they entered the bookstore. hyeon-ju and woo-jin were there, and suddenly a pregnant weight laid on the room as y/n looked at hyeon-ju. okay, just be calm and collected. don’t lose your mind because of a few words. she probably doesn’t really thinks what she says, y/n said to herself. 

“please sit down, y/n.” she did as hyeon-ju told, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“i heard you want to talk with me. about what?” y/n asked, looking and gun-woo, then back to the other girl. hyeon-ju’s face was serious. 

“i am sorry for what happened yesterday. i said things hastily and thoughtlessly.” she said. y/n lifted her eyebrows, like ‘that’s all?’ but yeah, that seemed to be all. for a girl like hyeon-ju, it got to be taken as an apology, and a process for their future. 

“apology accepted.” although i don’t believe it, she added, but only to herself. 

“i called for you because i have a new plan. we stalk yang jae-myeong again, but this time, it’s gotta be more careful. i drive the three of you at midnight, anywhere where they go. is this alright with you?” 

y/n looked at woo-jin and gun-woo again. they both smiled a little, encouraging her to participate. nodding, y/n looked at her again. 

“it’s okay. i just ask for some preparation time. i’m hungry, and a coffee could do good to me.” 

“okay, we planned to start at night. be here at ten, as far as i know, yang jae-myeong’s gang doesn’t make a move before sunset.” y/n nodded at hyeon-ju’s words. 

“i’m going to get some food. gun-woo said that you already ate, so…”

“i can go with you.” the said boy stood up. “if yang jae-myeong knows that someone is following them, we are stronger together. nevertheless it’s daylight or not.” 

woo-jin and hyeon-ju nodded, making y/n gulp. she would lie if she said that her heartbeat didn’t increase, and she hoped that the warmness doesn’t manifest as redness on her cheeks. 

“well, then… we’ll be there at ten, or sooner. probably sooner.” she said, standing up. gun-woo kept the door open as she stepped out, walking out from the bookstore. they’re going, together! can they mean this as a date? not an original date, but still, going out together. 

“it was easier than i thought.” she said as they walked on the fresh aired streets. 

“yeah, me too.” gun-woo sighed. 

“what do you mean?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. 

“i just mean that you and hyeon-ju are also stubborn. maybe hyeon-ju is more, but still, i thought that the two of you were gonna fight again.” 

“do i really seem that headstrong? damn, i thought i softened through the years i spent in the bar… nevertheless, this conversation was good as it was; short, and direct. sometimes it’s all that’s needed.” y/n shrugged her shoulders. “do you drink coffee? we can eat something small.” 

“you should eat more, you barely eat some pieces of vegetables in the morning. it’s gonna be a long night.” gun-woo offered, pointing to a restaurant. “we were there with woo-jin, that’s a good place! it has meat as good as steak.” 

“you really like steak, don’t you? if i get my salary, maybe we can go and eat some. my boss is fumbling with my bonus and raise anyway.” she replied, making gun-woo shake his head. 

“no, don’t do that! i don’t want to take your money away.” 

“hush, i’d probably spend it on some useless things. eating some good food is the real good thing, mainly if you are with good company. i don’t know if i said this earlier, but i didn’t have a good company… or any company at all.” she said as they entered the restaurant. sitting down, gun-woo took off his jacket. 

“i'm gonna bring meat. we can grill it here, is it okay with you?” 

“of course, can you pick some kimchi too? and soy sauce, i really like soy sauce.” y/n added, getting comfortable in her seat. 

y/n and gun-woo talked about many things while eating, gun-woo told her about his childhood, the time when he was in the military, and when he was working at any place he could. 

“we aren’t the richest family, but i wanted to do anything i could. but boxing, boxing was always there in my life, it was something that i didn’t ever stop doing.” 

“i feel you, gun-woo. when my father… well, when he died, the gym i trained in regularly was my safe haven. it was just me, my anger and my pain. people like me… like us, as far as i know, have something that’s consistent. a feeling, a thought, a purpose, anything. what brought you to the training everyday?” 

“to protect others. and to get as strong as i can.”

“nice purpose. mine is terminated, ending with one big event. but i don’t know when that event is gonna happen, so it’s quite funny.” 

“why, what’s your purpose?” 

“to avenge my father’s death. sure, it wasn’t that strong, but since the three of you emerged, i got a little eager. it’s not an everyday offer what the three of you did for so long, that’s why i try to keep up with you as long as i can. and in the end, maybe i’m gonna succeed.” 

“i’m sure we're gonna succeed. your family doesn’t have to worry about your father’s memory. and you too shouldn’t worry about it.”

“thanks, gun-woo.”

“no need to. and… i know that this may not be the right time to ask something like this, but since you asked that we could keep in contact, i…”

“you…?” y/n asked, hoping that gun-woo’s gonna say the words she wanted to hear in that exact moment. 

“...i’m not professional with this, and i’m not good with words either. however, i have to take this risk before something happens. so, y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?” 

“what?” y/n whispered, not believing what he said. he really… like really likes her? with an attitude like hers? with a life like hers? gun-woo looked at her, waiting for her reaction. sitting in silence, y/n’s brain had to process the information.

“i mean, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. and we can stay good friends, i just felt the need… to tell you this.”

“no, no, of course i want to go on a date with you!” y/n protested, silencing when she noticed how loud she was, and the old waitress lady looked at her too. “it’s just that… i never thought you'd ask this. but i’d like to go, of course i’d like to!”

“that’s wonderful! i mean, i’m glad that you feel the same way. i’m not good at relationships, and i don’t have many fine clothes, and i didn’t wear them until now, but to dress in if we go out…  for you, i’d do it. and i’d buy new ones.” he looked so determined, y/n wanted to kiss him. 

his words made y/n blush, bumping his hand to stop him somehow. she wasn’t sick of this, she was just too embarrassed, but in a good way. it was the best thing a guy ever told her was that ‘don’t worry, i never want to get you pregnant, so we always gonna use protection’ (they were seventeen for fuck’s sake), or ‘baby, i’d always choose you over the drugs. i’m gonna throw it all out, but please, don’t call my parents, or my boss’ (she broke up with him in the detox, and he probably didn’t even realize the whole thing from the medicines). her love life surely wasn’t a success story, but maybe, this was her chance. and she’s gonna take it, but first, she needs to calm down the too eager boy in front of her. 

“no, gun-woo… you don’t have to do that. i don’t value that much.” 

“woah, you’re so silly. don’t say this.” gun-woo cut her off, making her ogling her eyes. 

“what? stop saying i’m silly!” 

“no, i won’t stop saying it. you are worth that much, and i want to do it the proper way.” 

in the proper way? y/n didn’t understand this. probably she never dated the proper way. 

“okay, well… if you want it in the proper way… we'll do it in the proper way.” y/n smiled, reaching out her hand to hold gun-woo’s. gun-woo snickered a little, “what?” she asked. 

“it’s just… it was so easy, like not that i mind it, but… you know, i thought you don’t want to go out with me. that you like guys who're like woo-jin.” 

“like woo-jin? like, the bad guy type? or what?” 

“yeah… probably?” gun-woo tilted his head, making y/n laugh, looking into his eyes. she tried not to tear up from the happiness that came to her today. she felt herself sensitive, but maybe, with gun-woo, it was okay. he could handle it, not like many others in her life. they never seemed to understand her, and they only looked out for themselves. 

“then don’t worry, gun-woo. i had bad guys in my life, but… maybe it’s time for some good. thank you.” she whispered, holding with either of her hands gun-woo’s one, kneading a little bit with the tips of her fingers. gun-woo’s lips widened into a smile, and y/n fell in love with his cute tooth. how could someone be this perfect? 

“eat some more, y/n. you barely touched your food.” 

“okay, okay, i can’t be sentimental for a moment?” y/n replied smirking, taking a bite from the meat, sighing and rolling her eyes. she felt every fiber melting on her tongue, spreading a delicious taste in her whole mouth. “it’s the most wonderful meat i’ve ever eaten! you worked at that barbecue place for a reason! they better gave you a raise.”

“i’m glad it’s delicious.” gun-woo’s lips were so pink. y/n was happy that now, she could think about these things without guilt. 

“why didn’t you tell me this earlier? next time you're gonna cook breakfast or dinner, and i’m gonna be the sous chef.” she said, biting and chewing on another nibble. 

little did y/n and gun-woo know that the night brings something new. something harsh and cruel. something they didn’t count on. 

[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]

night again, stalking yang jae-myeong and his gang again. y/n’s thoughts ticked around the fact that yang jae-myeong knew that someone was following him –so what if they prepared something for them? gun-woo sat beside her, and if he didn’t hear the cogs ticking in her brain, he could clearly see that she was deep in her thoughts. 

“what’s the matter, y/n?” he asked, making her sigh, shaking her head. 

“yeah, it’s just… the whole thing. i hope everything will be fine.”

“don’t worry, y/n, if we get into trouble, we’ll kick, punch and fight ourselves out of the situation!” woo-jin leaned back, grinning, sitting on the passenger seat beside hyeon-ju. y/n smiled a little, gun-woo touched her hand. 

“everything will be alright. we go down there, we stalk and then hyeon-ju picks us up.” 

“yeah, sure.” y/n gulped, accepting gun-woo’s hand as they got out of the car. walking down on the stairs to the subway, y/n adjusted the mask on her face. she couldn’t even get a deep breath in this crappy mask, she’ll rip it down from her face as soon as the pandemic is over. 

but really, y/n’s hunches were real. she got more and more worried at every step, but she couldn’t tell the two guys to go home and end the mission before it could even get started. gun-woo peeked out from behind the wall, but he withdrew as soon as he could. 

“come on out!” y/n looked at woo-jin. this was enough for her to complete the information that they were fucked. even a hundred bad men waited for them down there, or they would come. or worse. woo-jin looked at y/n, signing her something she couldn’t understand, but from the last hand movements, she could read that ‘stay behind’. “i know you’re there, so hurry up and show yourselves, fuckers! come out, you son of a bitch! are you playing hide and seek? motherfuckers…” gun-woo and woo-jin stepped out from behind the wall. “you bitch, come too! you think i didn’t see you yesterday? yes, behind the wall! do you think i’ll spare these guys if you are here? don’t get your hopes high!” 

despite woo-jin’s stare, y/n sighed and followed the two before her. she knew that it’s gonna be a hard night. at first she heard footsteps from above them, and she thought that someone was just passing on the streets, but as soon as she heard some metal clinking to the barriers, she closed her eyes, sighing. she felt in danger, and felt really anxious. those were metal bats, and she saw them enough times when she was little. one brother of her friends’ was beaten up by it, and the bruises were there for weeks, even. she lost count of the boots that were stepping down to them, and thought about chances. sure, she could bear some beats if it were two or three of them, but smile capital surely didn’t send only two or three men. should she message doo-young or yang-jung? but he had a pregnant wife at home… but y/n was in life danger… but she could be in life danger too, pregnancy is dangerous… yang-jung was probably doing something by not calling her all day, but… maybe he would come and rescue them? the more worry she thought about, the less time she got for seeking help. it’s useless anyway, y/n thought as she forced herself to forget her phone. looking at gun-woo, he stepped beside her as the soldiers surrounded them. 

“don’t worry, y/n, i’ll protect you.” gun-woo said, but y/n shook her head, putting up a fighting position. it was cute from him, and she appreciated it, but all those years’ exercises can’t go to the garbage, not now. 

“you don’t need to, you look out for yourself, and i look out for myself. they’re overpowering, and if we don’t look out, it can turn really serious.” at the end, she nearly had to shout because of the noises that got louder and louder. black uniformed men were everywhere, bats in their hands, while they had only their fists. y/n took off her mask, revealing her face and hair, but at the same time, she grit her teeth like a tiger before attacking its prey. 

they wanted to fight, they’re gonna get it. and we will punch, kick and fight out ourselves from any situation they got into, aren't we, woo-jin? 

breathing in and out, y/n clenched her fists, looking for the weak points on their body. it’s gonna be alright. she will get hurt, that’s sure, but she will survive. it’s only just a few scratches. like she survived the death of her family. just a few scratches. 

the fight was cruel. not because it was difficult –those men could only beat with their bats, she could lean or jump out of the way, but there were many, many soldiers. not to mention that her body was aching everywhere, not with sharp ache, but with dull, neverending ache. it was tiring, after beating one man down just to protect herself from another one, y/n prayed. please, be this the last one. or this. or this. she tried to look for gun-woo and woo-jin, but in the big ocean of black coats and metal bats, it was difficult to spot them, and she needed to look out for the incoming punches. but then, she noticed that someone was there too. someone new. taking down men from one by one. 

it was hyeon-ju. 

y/n striked back at the last man that seemed to attack her, rushing to hyeon-ju’s rescue. she had one man on her, shielding herself with him as others were trying to beat down on her own body. 

“girl, we needed you!” y/n yelled, knocking down one man with a bat she found on the ground, and she didn’t throw it away. if you throw away the weapon that saved your life once, you are dead, her father used to say this. so now, this metal bat was her patron saint. gun-woo and woo-jin came too, so they could take down the last few men. when it was over, y/n didn’t want to believe it. how long did they spend down here? hours? half an hour? to her, it seemed like all day long. she could think about seeking information from any man, but before she could move, gun-woo came into her eyesight, grabbing the sides of her face.

“are you alright, y/n?” he was breathing heavily, too. y/n nodded her head. 

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine.” 

“let’s go back”, woo-jin said, as they all hurried up the stairs. y/n ran as fast as she could despite her injuries, she never wanted to go down there, ever. 

hopping into the car, y/n’s all body ached. her neck, her shoulders, her spine, her waist, her legs… she didn’t got many bruise on her face, although the edge of her eyebrows got a scratch, and her lip was swollen, but all the other bruises waited her in the bathroom, were she and gun-woo went after getting to the bookstore. 

“could you please look at my back? it really hurts.” y/n whined as she tried to pull down her sweater. gun-woo grabbed her arms softly, making her look at him. 

“i’ll help you.” he said, and with cooperation, her top was peeled down. she heard gun-woo hiss,

“what? is it that bad?” she asked, a little bit scared. she can’t go to work like this. 

“you’ll need a cream for this. and maybe a bandage.” he lightly touched it, making her back shiver and sprouting goosebumps on her skin. 

“fuck…” y/n muttered, as she saw that her arms and chest was swollen too. purple, red, green, yellow… how could some of her bruises get green and yellow this soon? it will hurt, it will really hurt tomorrow. 

“don’t worry, we have some at home.” gun-woo tried to ease her worries. as y/n looked at him, his face was bleeding. how could she not notice it after the fight?

“wait, gun-woo. you have blood on your face”, she said as she got a towel under warm water from the tap. brushing away his hair, y/n tried to be as careful as possible, and when his face was clean, she accidentally touched the band aid, trying to bring down her hand. “i’m sorry… did they hurt it?” 

“no. do you… wanna see?” his voice was low and quiet. 

y/n shook her head, stroking it lightly. they were so close, they could easily kiss. not to mention that not only gun-woo’s face, but his body was also desirable, she wanted to stroke it all night as he slept, to ease the pain, and maybe to raise some desire in him. would it be evil? sure. but would it be wonderful? also sure. 

“no, not if you don’t want to show me.” 

she leaned closer, and gun-woo wasn’t pushing her away, or turning away. do you… want this as much as i want this? y/n could swore that this kiss could cure all her pain. she could already feel the soft lips on hers, just from looking at them, and the strong arms wrapping around her. as she turned her head, she was ready to embrace the feeling of their love, the relief of survival, and all his longing…

but then, his phone buzzed. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.

author's note: i got to end it this way, don't be mad at me girliez

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[vrisrezis]

Hii! I loove your Rocket fics if you have time I have a request:

I would love to see a very nervous crushing Rocket that just refuses to accept his feelings for y/n (female) and does anything he can to avoid showing too much interest (with the result that for all the guardians its kinda obvious that he likes her even tho shes the only one that don’t actually get it, cliché)

Rocket has done everything he possibly could. Any lie he could come up with, any excuse, any reason not to see you. He had kept up with this for so long today. Now, the issue was that he did this… all the time. The two of you were friends at one point in time, and while that still proved to be the case, he was noticeably more distant. You had assumed maybe you had done something to upset him, but you weren’t exactly sure how to go about dealing with the issue at hand, you couldn’t possibly think of anything you could’ve done to him. You were always a kind individual, especially to rocket, knowing his temper and how easy it was to get on his bad side. Plus, it certainly helped that you liked him in the romantic sense. You had never told anybody about these feelings, apparently. As your conversation with gamora today proved that.

Gamora was somebody you knew you could ask for advice, as she was the only true sensible one here. And when it came to you, she never judged you. Maybe it was because you weren’t as weird as you thought yourself to be, especially in comparison to the shit quill and drax ask her for, but still.

“Wait… so you mean to tell me you’ve had feelings for rocket this whole time?” she said in surprise, and you let out a sigh of relief. “Yes! Thank god you haven’t noticed… good…” “what do you mean, good?!” she asked, absolutely flabbergasted. “What!?” you said, unsure yourself. “I-it’s just! I don’t want him to know that I like him!!”

She lets out a groan. One of those groans she lets out when she’s done with the guardians shit, namely rocket, quill and drax.

“Why wouldn’t you want him to know that? Don’t you want something out of your relationship? Something more?” and to that you shrug, “I mean sure! But what if he doesn’t like me back? I’m pretty sure he’s mad at me! That’s what I wanted to talk to you about!” you explain, and to that gamora looks even more confused. “What do you mean? Rocket doesn’t hate you?”

“But he keeps avoiding me!”

And to that, gamora takes a minute to answer back before saying upon her own realization, “oh.”

“Oh? What oh?! What are you oh’ing at?!”

“I’m just oh’ing at the fact that I just realized you’re just as much of a moron as the other guardians.”

Meanwhile, rocket had figured he’d done a good job at keeping his feelings towards you a secret. However, quill proved to him on this very night, he was very wrong.

“So… y/n, huh?” quill says with a big old grin on his face, which only gets wider as rocket yells in surprise, dropping his wrench and quickly turning around. “What?!” rocket asks, clearly surprised.

“You heard me. So, when you gonna tell them?” he asks, getting straight to the point. At this, rocket groans. “How did you know?” he asks, not even bothering to hide it. This shocks the Terran for a moment, but what shocks him even more was his question. “What do you mean? Anyone with a pair of eyes can tell you like them. Way to make it so obvious even mantis can tell without needing to touch you.” he says with a laugh, and rocket suddenly feels extremely embarrassed.

“Listen, if it makes you feel any better they haven’t caught on, like at all.”

And upon those words, his ears perk up a little.

“However,” Peter lifts a finger, “because they don’t know, I’m pretty sure they think you hate them.” he shrugs before whispering, “might wanna fox that”

Rocket groans, putting his face in his hands. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “Not kidding you dude, I have nothing to gain from lying, honestly your blatant pining is painful for all of us to watch. Just tell them already so I no longer have to suffer.”

“How the hell am I even supposed to-” rocket cuts himself off, groaning once again. “This suuuccks!!” “Tell me about it man, how do you think I felt when I realized I fell in love with a hot girl like gamora.” “Oh shut up quill.”

[gunilslaugh]

You are a writing genius! I don't get how you take a simple prompt and turn it into the perfect story. Thank you for sharing your writing gift with us Villians. On that note...

Any chance you could write about reader having a very toxic/'mean' ex?

What would XH members reactions be to you flinching at loud noises, when they touch you a certain way, or when they raise their voice (even if in excitement or frustration at a video game).

A writing genius! You are too kind, but thank you.

All members

Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction when they find out you had a toxic ex.

WC:~1.6k

Warning:grammar, talks of toxic exes, allusions to abuse.

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Music filled your ears through your headphones. You were busy folding and putting away laundry. Not hearing when Gunil got home or entered the bedroom. He comes behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Pulling you against his chest. Panic raged through your body at the sudden contact. Flinching as you pried his arms away from you.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me.” Gunil’s voice brought you a sense of relief, but your heart still pounded, trying to calm down. You turned around to face Gunil. His expression was filled with concern. 

“Sorry,” you laughed, not because anything was funny. You were trying to relieve some stress. “I thought you were a…murderer or something.” Or something, your ex specifically. He mistreated you to say the least, left you scars, triggers. Gunil can tell something is up by the way you’re slightly trembling. He’s scared to ask.

“Are you alright?” he questioned gently. Crap he noticed.

“Yeah,” you offered a not so convincing smile, but after looking into his worry filled eyes you caved. “No.” You looked down. “Uh-my ex,” that’s all you got out before Gunil engulfs you in a hug. It’s soft and warm, it’s safe. 

“You don’t have to tell me the details,” Gunil shushes you. “But if I ever see him in the streets, I’m beating him to a pulp,” he declared. How dare somebody ever hurt you. If you want to tell him, Gunil will listen intently. If not he respects that too. At the end of the day he just wants you to know that you’re safe with him.

Jungsu

Jungsu and you were washing the dishes together after having dinner. Jungsu accidentally lost his hold on a bowl, dropping it into the sink. The bowl clangs loudly against the sides of the sink causing you to jump. You didn’t like loud noises, Jungsu knew this. What he didn’t know was why. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking at you. You felt kind of bad. Jungsu always apologized to you when he was the cause of a loud sound. It was undoubtedly considerate of him, but should someone really have to apologize when they accidentally dropped the t.v. remote? You thought that maybe it was time to tell him the reason why. The two of you finished up the dishes. Once you put the final one away the two of you made your way to the living room sitting on the couch. 

“Jungsu, I want to tell you something,” you tell him. 

“What is it?” he questioned.

“The reason why I don’t like loud noises,” you say. The feeling of the room shifts to a more serious one. Jungsu is partly hoping that you’re just gonna play a joke on him and say “Cause they’re loud.” but he knows that’s not the case. It wasn’t, you went on to tell him about your toxic ex. Jungsu was mixed with emotions of hating your ex and saddened by what you went through. Some tears pricked his eyes, but he held them in. 

“We’ll just have to make a lot of happy memories together, so these bad ones can get buried,” Jungsu said. He knows trauma doesn’t just go away, but he wants to help you with it the best that he can. 

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok was currently gaming with Jooyeon. Playing a game that you’re guessing he wasn’t very good at by the way he kept sighing and words of frustration leaving his mouth. You were sitting right next to him. Halfway leaning on him as you were occupied with your phone. You locked your phone, setting it down to watch Jiseok play. 

“I think you’re supposed to kill them, not the other way around,” you teased. 

“Yah!” Jiseok raised his voice, his fingers on the keyboard curling inward. 

“I’m sorry. Don’t hit me.” you cowered away. Jiseok’s eyes widened. Hit you? Did you really think he would hit you? He quickly told Jooyeon that he had to go.

“Y/n I would never hit you.” Jiseok carefully reaches out to you, taking your hands into his. 

“I know that Jiseok.” You took a breath. It was time for Jiseok to know. There wasn’t any other way you could explain why you reacted like that without him knowing. “But my ex,” you started. Jiseok’s heart broke. Tears pricked his eyes as you told him. He hugs you once you finish. 

“You’re safe with me,” says rocking you both back and forth. 

“I know, thank you,” you tell him. Jiseok will now try to be less loud whenever he plays games and he will be more mindful about his movements around you. You feel safe with him and he wants to make sure things stay that way, so he’ll be careful for as long as he needs to. 

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin cares about you deeply, which means he pays attention to you a lot. He noticed some things. You flinch at loud sounds, which really isn’t that odd. It’s normal, loud sounds are startling. However he noticed that you don’t seem startled by them, it’s more like you’re fearful of them. Like they trigger something in you. He also noticed how you tensed when he would place a kiss onto your neck, so he stopped doing that. He never asked why, not wanting to pry. He figured that you would tell him when you were ready. 

You and Seungmin were out strolling the streets. You were walking by as someone slammed their car door shut and it caused you to flinch so bad you tucked yourself against Seungmin’s body. Seungmin wrapped an arm around you protectively 

“It’s ok y/n,” he reassured you. You nodded against him and repositioned your arms, so that you were hugging his middle, finding comfort in his hold. 

Once you got home you thought that it was time to tell Seungmin about your ex. Seungmin never let go of your hand the entire time, giving it comforting squeezes. After you’re done telling him about your ex he thanks you for trusting him enough to open up about it. His main concern is your comfort.He wants to do anything that he can to help you. 

The day where he presses a kiss to your neck and you relax instead of tense is one of the happiest days of his life.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeongjun and you sat cuddled up on the bed as you binged watched a series together. Hyeongjun repositioned and his hand grazed your thigh in the process. You flinch at the contact. 

“Sorry, it was just my hand,” Hyeonjun apologized. He had noticed you didn’t like it whenever his hand or anyone else's went near your thigh. You always flinched away. He tried his best to keep hands away from your thigh, but accidents, like what just occurred, still happened. Hyeongjun knows that there is probably a reason for it and he won’t say that he isn’t curious about it, but he also respects your privacy. He understands that it isn’t easy to open up to people. 

“It’s fine,” you told him, trying to brush it off. Your nerves however don’t ease so easily. You hate how your toxic ex left you this way. You know Hyeongjun and trust him, but that’s not enough to make the trauma disappear. Not enough to make your nervous system forget. As your nerves were still subsiding you thought that maybe telling Hyeongjun would help somehow. 

“Actually it’s not fine, but I want to tell you why.” You took a deep breath. 

“You don’t have to,” Hyeongjun told you. 

“It’s ok, I want to.” With that you told him about your toxic ex. Hywongjun wasn’t a violent guy, but he wanted to throw a brick at your ex. He tried to not focus on that a-hole. He wanted to know what he could do for you, the person he cares about.

Jooyeon

Jooyeon has the tendency to be a bit loud at times, it’s just very Jooyeon of him. Most of the time it’s ok, maybe a little annoying, but ok. Although there are other times when his voice hits a certain pitch of loud that it causes you to flinch. It happened enough times for Jooyeon to have picked up on it. You dismissed it by saying that it was because he was murdering your ear drums. He believed you. Until one incident made him think that that might not actually be the case. 

Jooyeon and you were out at an internet cafe as a date. He had been losing the last couple of matches of a game he was playing. It finally one a match causing him to erupt in cheers, which lead to you flinching. You did a bit more than just flinch though he noticed that your breathing had become a bit labored as well. He never noticed that before.

“Y/n are you ok?” he asked you, not even caring as the next round automatically started.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you told him. Jooyeon insisted that you two should go home. Under the guise of he should go home while he was a winner.

Upon arriving home Jooyeon asked if you simply not liking loud noises was all there was to it.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to of course,” he backtracked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Even if he asked more on the blunt side you could still see the care in his eyes, so you felt like it was time he knew. You told him. It was a time where the playful side of Jooyeon went away. He was full of seriousness and wanted to know how he could help you feel safe.

[ask-missparker]

—Mockingbird -> Looking Too Closely

- In the universes where she never got her powers and needed to do something to make herself stronger, she didn’t just become The Tempest…but underwent her mentorship of aunt Bobbi Morse—Mockingbird…

-> Amelia ‘Mia’ Morse (Parker)

~~

Instead of facing up to the bad she seen—the betrayal, heartbreak and humiliation—she ran away from them and drowned herself in other water. Drinking, driving and other activities to avoid the storm she was experiencing.

~~~

She reached a point where she realized the booze and heat wasn’t enough. She wanted to do better and fight back, hurting the criminals in the city and fire growing to guard the flames, protecting people from harmful circumstances.

~~~~

And when Bobbi decided to step back for a while, she decided to take the plunge and start a new path.

She did not just being The Tempest.

Becoming a half-time student and working as Mockingbird now.

~~~

“You have a light inside of you, similar to your aunt and a ranging nature that I always had..but at the end of the day, just be yourself.” Arron replied holding her in place.

~~~~~

“If you’re gonna stand there and tell me that I’m not strong enough or tough enough, then please don’t.” Mia added pausing in front of the punching bag.

~~~~~~~

“I was swinging around in the back and saw the spirt you have, this kindness—you use against your foes.” She said looking at Luna as she sat on the couch drinking a cold beer.

~~~~~~~~

Dressed in a skin tight suit and mask if needed on the field. However, black jeans, boots and a gray tight shirt while wearing her classic rings. That’s her go-to outfit of choice. Of course, her earrings and necklaces are a must.

~~~~

This toughness, kindness and compassion behind the facade she built upon her journey. A fierce sweetness and determination towards her loved ones no matters what the outcome.

~~~

“It doesn’t matter how many time you fall on the mat, it matters whether you get up.” Mia replies to Liane with an encouraging gentle smile.

~~~~~

“Sometimes you have to learn to control that anger and suspicion towards a certain point…instead surrender to letting others helping you or them taking the lead…weather you like it or not.” She says to Rick during a group conversation.

~~~

“Look, baby, you convinced yourself that everything you been through took away your humanity.” Mia said looking at Nikolai softly, “But I think because of humanity you made it through.”

Nikolai shook his head gently, “Love, not right now…I already feel bad about myself…”

“You wouldn’t have survived, much less come out the other end a good man, somebody who wants to do good…if you didn’t have a light inside of you.” She replied continuing her words kindly.

He paused hearing that as his expression softened. His light.

~~~~~

Research, weaponry and acrobatics. The basics, as she argues in using her smarts and voice before ever using her fists.

~~~~

When it comes down to it, her family and friends always come first. No matter the cost, she will try and make do with what she’s got to offer a better deal. As long as they’re okay at the end of the day, she’s fine.

~~~~~~~

She’s not afraid to admit when someone is better at something than her and more than willing to allow them to take the lead.

~~~~~

“I’m a hot mess..” She said looking at herself in the mirror.

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Mia will make mistakes, misjudgments, misfires and other things along the way. So you can scream, yell at her and or fight the girl all you want—she will take it with a grain of salt.

Even manipulated into thinking she is making the right decision here.

But do note that she is kicking herself for it, even if it wasn’t her fault.

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At the end of the day she will always be there.

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[donniesbabygirl28]

The gang x fem! Reader that has ADHD!(attention deficiency hyperactive disorder)platonic!

Well, people may look at you like “girl what?” When you tell them you have adhd.

Adhd is a disorder.

It includes attention difficulty, hyperactivity, and impulsiveness.

In the attention difficulty department, it is hard to pay attention at school.

Hyperactivity is where your body is hyped up on its own.

It is a constant problem.

Impulsiveness includes emotional outbursts with no intentions.

Anger is also something that is often expressed with adhd.

Low self esteem. This is a very bad problem with adhd.

But if you have the gang, they don’t care.

Sodapop seems like he has adhd, but definitely isn’t medicated for it.

Also, YOU CAN NOT SELF DIAGNOSE YOURSELF WITH ADHD!!

It’s has to be medically diagnosed and must be done by a licensed professional doctor.

If you are medicated for your adhd, the boys will remind you to take your medication.

If you run out, it will result in lack of sleep.

I’m talkin 7:00 in the mornin.

Sometimes you may not even sleep at all.

There are very low chances of being able to sleep if you are used to medication.

The boys try to help you with school because grades WILL be impacted by your adhd.

You will most likely have a councilor/tutor for extra help during tests.

Two-bit is a perfect buddy for your hyperactivity.

He WILL wear you out.

But that’s a good thing.

Dallas isn’t always thrilled to have a s/o that’s always yelling in his ear.

But he knows it not your fault.

And he tries to help you.

Sometimes you do it just because you can.

Because you’re a human that can express joy just as much as everyone else.

When you’re having low self esteem.

This boy will make it his problem.

He will make it his business.

“Don’t ever let me hear you say something like that about yourself again. You’re amazing and you are not dumb.”

Soda being your support as well.

Well actually the GANG is your support.

Soda just gets where you stand in the “I’m dumb” department.

He tells you that you’re smart.

And that’s true.

Because people with adhd just require a different way of learning.

Ponyboy helping you with school.

Dallas taking you, Johnny, and ponyboy to the drive in.

Even if you have to study.

“Dally! I have to study!”

“So what? You’ve been studying since you’ve got home. You got this. Come on.”

Darry helping you through with your emotional outbursts.

“Just breathe. Okay? You are fine.”

Steve and soda letting you go with them to the DX to give you something to do.

And it’s not a chore.

They let you pick what you wanna do.

If you start crying about something at school.

Like let’s say, somebody made a comment about how you looked that day.

And you went to the Curtis house crying.

The gang is there for you, telling you that you look great as always.

Johnny and you having a smoke ring contest.

Trying to see who can make the best smoke rings.

The gang helps you through anything.

Because that’s what friends do.