#so he just. stays at the camp. except for shopping trips

[crickwater]

I have such a guilt complex abt leaving wyll at camp meanwhile when Orin kidnapped halsin I was like. damn. forgot this dude was here

[ratherbefangirling]

Belong 9

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, omegaverse au

Summary: You and Jungkook go to the camp.

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Jungkook can feel the excitement in the air. The pack is bustling with activity.

Jin and Hobi have been out shopping on multiple little trips every day busy buying things for you. They think they're hiding it well but their constant giggling and taking approval from either Yoongi or Taehyung cannot possibly go unnoticed, even though Junkook among all of them is the best at being oblivious.

Last night he overheard Yoongi and Joon discuss or rather argue..it wasn't an actual fight but they both did get worked up enough that Hobi had to intervene. The two of them were quite passionate about converting one of the store rooms into your room and possibly redo the basement to optimise storage. Even Taehyung who Jungkook didn't think was very interested in having you as part of the pack had already informed his family about you. Jungkook had been gaming with Taehyung when his family pack called. And Taehyung had quite happily chirped about Junkook's mate.

It made Jungkook think about you.. which frankly he had been avoiding. He had said yes to the pack but at the same time he was nervous about how things would actually go. He knew the pack would be disappointed if you said no and he didn't think he could handle that in addition to loosing you. Nobody knew the fact that he had watched you from the first day you entered. Your bright smiles were infectious. You were a reserved person and he was shy and to be honest it wasn't the best combination.

Many a times when you sat in Yoongi's studio doing your work Jungkook stood and watched from the slight opening of the door. He had come out to eat icecream and he picked up the tub decided to go visit yoongi and there you were. Its like you belonged with the pack already. He only moved when you started packing your books to leave. Rushing to hide in his room. Heart pounding. It must have been from the running because surely it couldn't be you. His icecream melted but he felt like he had bigger concerns. But he wasn't sad for long because Jin had made him a milkshake out of the melted icecream

Another thing to note was that Jungkook loves your scent. It's addicting, it's like having his favourite candy times hundred for the first time. If he could turn your scent into perfume he would and he would also spray it everywhere so he can always smell it.

Jungkook was more proactive in the action department of his brain than the thinking. He had always his hyungs to do the thinking for him. It wasn't like he couldn't but he liked living not having to do the heavy lifting and being cared for,he would move mountains for them in return if that's what made them happy. And he was always going to have the pack and now maybe possibly even you.

How did he even get so lucky.. he had told this to Yoongi who'd gently replied. Whatever he did he must have been good.

And you're pretty. In all the ways he likes. If Jungkook wasn't busy being jealous of you when you were first introduced to him he would have followed you to the ends of the earth just to get a glimpse of you. He'd often watch the windows of your room sleeping only after you turned off the lights. Some times he wanted to scold you for staying up late. Or for being careless as a lone omega. He knew he'd get an earful if he ever confessed such thoughts to anyone but he couldn't help but worry. He wanted to be the one who protects you. Except he'd only caused you hurt. Maybe he wasn't good enough to be your mate maybe that's why the bond was one way instead of two. He must have been oblivious to not realise how much he cared for you.

Jungkook has always been a hopeless romantic. He knows it. Every one knows it. He remembers the one time that play fighting with Jin had gone too far and Jin had to leave for an offsite buisness trip and when Jin opened the trunk to get his luggage, he found Jungkook eating his emergency jellies... which made Jin both endeared and even more mad. Jungkook had followed Jin to his hotel and even had the audacity to order mint chocolate icecream.

Jin was extremely irritated having to deal with Jungkook but also secretly happy Jungkook had followed him even though Jin wouldn't be caught admitting it. He even made Hoseok lecture Jungkook later.

But being around you is so confusing for Jungkook. He wants to protect you but also hide from you. He wants to listen to you but also talking to you is so intimidating. He wants to hide you from the world but also show you off to everyone. He wants to never say the words out loud and scream from the rooftops. That yes yes he's in love with you.

Thats not the only thing on Jungkook's mind though.

As he eats instant noodles with Jimin, a random movie playing in the background. He can't help but be a little concerned.

The only one not into the recent change is Jimin and Jungkook thinks he might have something to do with it.

The truth is Jimin felt a little betrayed by Jungkook's change of stance. Jimin liked you, he did. He loved hanging out with you and the omega sleepovers and laughing silly with you ,but you were the newest friend he had made in a while and things would change once you were pack. And there wasn't any guarantee it'd change for the better.

He also felt a little threatened by you, he was used to being Jungkook's omega and the packs omega uncontested because Taehyung always folded even when Jimin knew he was being unreasonable or doing something just because he could and not to mention how it would inevitably change the pack dynamics. Namjoon and Yoongi had taken a great learning curve to respect each other, but because of you, they were already arguing again. While Jimin wouldn't say it our loud, he was grateful Yoongi was a beta because otherwise, it would have been a total disaster.

Also the pack was already accommodating you. When Jimin had introduced Jungkook there was a lot of adjustments and maybe its unfair on you for Jimin to compare but it's the truth. Jimin was furious when he glanced upon Hobi's idea notebook where he was already considering doing videos with you.

Everything felt too sudden. And thats not to mention having the responsibility of looking after the wellbeing of another omega. Jimin wasn't sure he could do it.

The pack sat together for dinner. Since Jungkook was going to be away from home Seokjin and Yoongi had gone the extra mile to make Junkook's favourite dishes. The mood across the table was cheery.

They all ate happily talking over each other. Jin was showing off by flexing his arm muscles because he had recently started going to the gym again. Tae too flexed his muscles. Hobi laughed. Jimin couldn't help but smile fondly at his pack.

"Jungkook. Do well." Yoongi said quietly as they were picking up dishes.

Before Jungkook could reply. Jimin spoke. "Its not necessary that Y/n will agree."

Yoongi was a little shocked by the bite present in Jimin's words.

"What do you mean?"

Shrugging he said." I mean she's a solo omega who hasn't lived in a pack for most of her life. It's hard to live with us. Besides she may just not want to. I think you guys are building it up too much. I mean she didn't even say anything about the gifts we gave her before so who knows maybe she was playing us. I mean you guys saw her with another alpha."

Yoongi felt angry. "Are you hearing yourself right now?"

"Ofcourse I'm just being realistic." Jimin replied defensively.

Yoongi lost his temper. "That's rich coming from you."

"What do you mean?" Jimin said even though he knew exactly what Yoongi was implying. He had introduced Jungkook to the pack when Jungkook was still a minor.

"What's going on?" Taehyung asked coming from the kitchen soap suds in his hand. "You guys smell angry."

Yoongi scoffs. "Nothing." Yoongi walks away leaving a Jimin who is both hurt and angry.

Finally the day of the trip arrives. Jungkook can feel the pressure.

Namjoon spots the tremble in Jungkook's hand. So he waits for everyone to say their goodbyes. Then he hugs Jungkook.

"Have fun. OK? And no matter what happens I won't be Dissappointed in you. You're still pack. Our Baby alpha."

And Jungkook feels himself relax. It's exactly what he needed to hear.

"Our kid is going camping alone. Jungkookie is all grown up. Come on everyone it's picture time " Hobi says ushering everyone close to take a picture.

"1 2 3, Say cheese" Hobi clicks the picture. The Polaroid film comes out blank and slowly but surely the colors start filling in.

"Why's his bag so heavy? It's like you're carrying rocks." Taehyung comments.

And his bag was quite a sight. An army style bag and luggage with extra sleeping bag containing snacks and a safety kit and a Swiss knife.

"Ok ok. He'll be late." Jin says ushering them along.

They all say goodbye and leave for work.

Jungkook takes a deep breath and picks his luggage. Here goes nothing. .

The first order of buisness is that Jungkook is responsible for taking attendance. He can't help but notice your cheery mood. It puts him in a good mood too.

Soon it's time to board the bus. He directs the students along with the other volunteers to keep their bags in the bus. He's about to help you when Yeonjun that brat keeps your luggage.

"Your luggage is cute like you" the alpha says.

You giggle.

And Jungkook decides he hates this Yeonjun character. His hate only intensifies. When you sit next to each other. He breaks the pencil he was holding when he sees you share earphones.

He wants to stop you but he remembers he has no right to. He spends the rest of the ride plotting Yeonjun's demise.

He watches you fall asleep. Its early morning so it's only natural a lot of people are sleeping. The bus makes a stop he watches Yeonjun and others who are awake go to the bus stop. He covers you up with the shawl so you don't catch a cold. Then he goes back to his seat satisfied.

The bus resumes its journey. Finally the destination arrives. People start to get up. You look groggy and half asleep. So adorable.

"I'll take out our bags" Yeonjun tells you. You nod in response hugging the shawl closely. It smells nice. You stretch and stand up. Jungkook comes closer to you the apology ready on his lips but instead he changes his mind the last minute.

"Y/n.. I... the shawl please."

"Oh yeah sure." You're a little disappointed. Aren't you supposed to be mates. Isn't this supposed to be easy. You wait for him to say something else. Anything. But before he can say something one of the other volunteers asks Jungkook to hurry. And so once again he leaves you hanging.

You are alloted rooms luckily you and Sooyeon are sharing the room. You both quickly change into your hiking outfit.

You start at the base of the mountain excited but it isn't soon that you're already regretting it. The surroundings forest makes the air humid. And soon you're sweating. As the path goes on, it becomes more steep. Jungkook stays near you and though you loathe to admit it. It does make you feel more safe.

Despite grumbling the entire journey. The top view is spectacular. Though the weather is windy. You take pictures. You even have a group picture taken.

And then it's going down, which, though easier than climbing is still fueling your exhaustion. By the end your legs feel like jelly.

Soon it's time for dinner after eating and taking a shower you pass out on your bed.

The next morning after breakfast, your bus takes you to the camping site. The scenery is nice. A clearing at the base of the mountain surrounded by forests.

On reaching camps you are handed tents. Your first task is building tents. You start to read the information booklet with Suyeon.

"Don't worry Y/n. I'll help you out. I used to go camping with my dad. I've helped make tents."

You smile at her grateful, but before you can say more. A loud clap attracts your attention.

It's Jungkook.

"Gather round. I'll make one tent to show you how it's done. Play close attention."

He then picks up your tent and starts setting it up carefully going over the steps. And you wanna roll your eyes at his audacity but you're also secretly impressed.

Suyeon nudges you, a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Shut it." You say warning evident in your tone.

She only giggles thoroughly, enjoying the turn of events.

Jungkook knows he's probably trying to hard. But at this point it's all or nothing. It's best to finish this before he looses his nerve. Except all his plans seem to be backfiring. Anytime he tries to offer help. Show he can provide as an alpha. Its end up in a way where you offer to help others and do more work.

He then instructed people to chop wood for the barbecue. Assigning yeonjun to it. To you he put on the food preparation duty. So that you both wouldn't stick to each other. His satisfaction lasted only a little while.

After a while, every time Yeonjun transported the wood, he'd drop by the kitchen area. And you'd feed him a little something after he cutely whined for it. Even helping him drink water!!! Jungkook had to busy him in the actual grilling. Pretending to teach him to barbecue so that the two of you would stay separated.

You sat huddled together as a group when Yeonjun produced smores like he was smuggling alcohol.

As if that wasn't enough. Yeonjun fed you the fresh grilled pieces of the barbecue. And Jungkook was forced to handover the smores he bought for himself to Yeonjun because he wanted you to eat them. And he had to smile and pretend to be magnanimous to Yeonjun who thought Jungkook was favouring him.

Ha! As if he would favor his mortal enemy.

He just couldn't risk making you more angry then you were and have Jin hyung scold him that's it. And Yeonjun was a nice kid. But he wouldn't be caught dead admitting it.

"Wow where did you get these" Suyeon asked him taking a bite.

"Jungkook sunbaenim gave them to me. I think he likes me." Yeonjun replied confidently.

Suyeon choked back laughter. You handed her water with a pointed look.

"Ofcourse such a nice senior." Suyeon agrees patting your back.

And one might call him biased against Yeonjun. But whenever he tries to give him jobs you end up volunteering to help him out. Like he made Yeonjun do the dishes. And he had been away for a moment only to come back and find you sitting next to Yeonjun scrubbing away. And playing with the bubbles. He stromed away in barely concealed rage which stemmed out of jealousy and ended up scrubbing the rest of the pots. Which Yeonjun saw and felt even more respect for his senior.

Suyeon took a video of the incident and emailed it to you. Fulfilling her duty as your bestfriend. (Much later it would make rounds on the the boys phones.. Taehyung even gotted a screenshot of jungkooks face printed on a shirt for Christmas)

Still Jungkook left a hand cream on your bed for you. And just like that the second day ended with Jungkook grumbling to himself as he finished checking up on everything that needed to be done for the night. Complaining to the cactus pen he'd borrowed from Namjoon.

Authur's note: happy namkook month every one. I hope you're doing well. I finally finished this. I finally got to writing after watching Run Jin. Him coming back has like healed me. So I thought it would be nice to post this. Anyway please let me know your thoughts as always. I love hearing them. And remember to like and repost.

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[wristful]

“ you’re still coming over for dinner tonight, right? “ / stevie and ellie

BEFORE.

the original plan is to get andrew, head to the skatepark and see what this fine saturday morning has in store for two sixteen year old boys; technically, he's still grounded for getting caught skipping biology, but mom had a last minute emergency at the base and dad is away on a trip so. who's to know if stevie takes a little sideways tour? and this would all go to plan except for the follow: andrew isn't home and ellie is and lately, things between them have been... interesting. different.

it had started about three months ago at movie night at his house. andrew had fallen asleep and they'd just been making fun of some totally stupid b-list horror movie, messing around, and then out of nowhere. they'd kissed. suddenly. quickly. a peck really, completely chaste. but it hadn't stayed that way: two weeks later, they'd ended up kissing in the garage while looking for soda while their respective families had dinner inside. and then again at school, under the bleachers.

it's new and exciting and when stevie shows up to an empty house and ellie invites him in -- well. well.

and the kissing is incredible, it's mind blowing, it's enough to completely turn his brain smooth with zero thought to when anyone might be due home or if he should be getting home (he's sixteen, for god's sake, he's only human). but then the stairs creek and. oh.

oh fuck.

ellie practically launches herself halfway across her room and stevie scrambles over himself to grab his tshirt from the floor and his shoes from under the bed and beelines to the window -- falling out of it and landing with all the grace of a bowling ball. from the window, ellie leans out (flushed red and so unbelievably pretty) and says you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right?

PRESENT.

you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right? she says it without really looking at him; she's looking at a spot over his shoulder and doesn't really seem to be expecting an answer, mouth downturned, frown in place. he's late. very late. too late to see the show or comment on the great job the gallery did or ask about any of the paintings or even see any of them. they're stood on the street with her back to the darkened gallery where the cleaners are starting to put the place back to rights. he can see people milling around and shifting things, taking some of the artwork down for packaging. it must have gone well.

his flowers are battered from the wind and rain - he'd run halfway across midtown to the last flower shop that was open in the area. the suit he's wearing doesn't fit. he reeks of cigarette smoke and beer.

he's really late. "-- i'm so sorry i missed it."

AFTER.

there are a few stragglers from the game who are thinning out and he can hear a few familiar voices; he's been cornered by one of the teachers who want to know about using the community centre for a fundraiser - for the kids who can't go to the camp, pastor steve, you know it's such an important cause and we really could use your support - and almost misses ridley on his way out. stevie ducks the conversation with a sure, thing and darts out to the floor.

willow is talking excitedly on the way out the door with andrew and izzy, dolling out offered high fives, and will is meandering in the background nearby.

stevie misses the conversation except the tail end of you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right? and though ridley nods, he wonders if there won't be a last minute emergency. stevie shakes his hand anyway and gives his brother a quick hug and when their backs are turned, far enough away, stevie kisses her. "don't worry, i can put laxatives in his sauce."

[jinmukangwrites]

Whumptober 2021 - October 15th - Fever Dreams | Delirium

Gift fic for @mmmwaffles <3

Fandoms: Linked Universe

AO3

Warnings: Sick fic, minimal editing because im tired and behind schedule sorry jkakfa

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They should have learned from when Wild got injured and Hyrule almost killed them all with food poisoning to avoid getting too comfortable with letting one person handle important tasks. They should have made sure from then on that when it comes to things like food, gathering, tracking, and so-on that more than one person is capable of providing… and if only one was originally skilled, then they should travel less and set aside time to train the others and share skills.

But no, they didn’t learn, and now they’re all uselessly sitting at an early camp while their main and most-skilled field medic lays feverish and barely conscious by the fire.

Warriors took a nasty blow to his side via a spear during an ambush several hours ago. Of course, this usually wouldn’t be too big of a problem for a group of traveling, veteran heroes. Except… they had used their last remaining health potion just a day before when Twilight tripped into a pit-fall in the barely blazed trail before them and broke his ankle.

They had hoped to find a town today to get more supplies, as it seems they’re always running out.

But it didn’t go as they hoped, as most things often don’t.

The main problem out of this is that Hyrule seems to be the only one out of all of them with any kind of semi-useful information on what to do to treat an injury with no potions. Sky supposes it must be because of his lifetime of being a vagabond in a war torn world. He didn’t have shops conveniently located in the center of grand towns and cities to provide. According to Hyrule, you only got potions if you knew where to find them, and if you did find them then they were expensive to get. In his world, the best way to survive a fight is to do your best to not get hit.

So at least, under the direction of Hyrule, they managed to clean the wound the best they could with some of their drinking water and stitch it shut with a needle and thread that Legend for some reason had on him. They wrapped the wound, then set up camp hoping a few hours rest would see Warriors waking up and knowing what to do next. Sky and the others have always relied on the captain for things like this, he led a war after all, and you don’t get health potions in the middle of war very often.

But Warriors hasn’t woken up yet, in fact he only got worse. Hyrule was the one to notice the infection, and none of them knew what to do about it. They cleaned it, double checked the stitchings, but yellow liquid and puss continued to stain the bandages around Warriors’ torso from his now painfully red looking injury.

It was an easy decision to send Time and Twilight ahead to find a town to get health potions. Unfortunately, it left Sky in charge of the others, which isn’t something he thinks he’s very good at.

So he’s left the others to their own devices, staying uninvolved in Wild’s frantic looking and re-looking through his items for something he could make to heal Warriors. Legend is right besides his mess with one of his own, only he’s searching for any kind of magical item he might have that could restore health. Both are unlucky, but they seem to refuse to stop looking. Four and Wind have gone off to find a fresh spring, thinking their drinking water—the only water they have on them—might be the cause of the infection. Hyrule, feeling guilty that his street-smarts have failed him, went off into the woods to see if there’s any wild-life he can find to make a protein filled dinner with broth strong enough to chase away any sickness.

And Sky’s here, sitting besides Warriors’ sweat-laced head, trying to think of what to do to keep the little group from falling apart.

It’s then that Wind and Four return from the woods, carrying one of Wild’s cooking pots between the two of them and stumbling with the weight of the water filled to the brim.

“It’s snow run-off,” Four explains with a rare, optimistic smile. It’s funny, Sky’s noticed, the little one is always the pessimist of the group until everyone else is being the downer. He always seems in hopeful spirits when hope seems to be lost.

Sky shouldn’t think too much about it.

“Cold should help with the fever, right?” Wind asks through gritted teeth as he struggles with the weight. They set down the pot next to Sky and Warriors, then stretch their backs.

“It should?” Legend says, looking up from his mess, sounding very unsure of himself. “When I was a kid… I didn’t have the best health and I’d get sick a lot. My uncle would put cold and wet rags on my head when it sometimes got bad and he didn’t have money for potions… or at least I think he did?”

It’s proof of how much this whole event has truly thrown them all off by not only Legend willingly letting them in on personal, childhood memories… but also by no one getting excited by the information and pressing for more. Even Sky isn’t in the mood to ask more questions about Legend’s childhood and his beloved uncle that he barely talks about. He just wants Warriors to get better… or at least stay alive until Time and Twilight can return with potions to make him better again.

“I can't find a rag,” Wild immediately offers, but Sky finds himself shaking his head.

“No rush,” he says, already folding his sailcloth and dipping it into the pot of fresh, snow-runoff. He gently lays his soaked sailcloth over his companions forehead, careful to not let it touch the dirt nor get so wet water drips into Warriors’ eyes.

After that, it’s a lot of waiting and re-wetting the sailcloth over and over and then cleaning the spear wound for the thousandth time.

It looks no better. In fact, it looks worse.

Sky desperately hopes Warriors can hold on at least just until Time and Twilight return.

-o-o-o-o-

“I wonder what he’s dreaming about,” Four muses, sitting beside Sky with nervous fingers making braids in Warriors’ damp hair.

Sky shrugs as Warriors mumbles something incomprehensible for the dozenth time that hour. Only Four and Sky remain fully awake in the camp now, as all the others are in fretful and various states of sleep. The moon hangs high above them as Sky sits and constantly refreshes the rag on Warriors’ head and cleans his wound. Four is on the first watch.

“Probably about a lover,” Sky says, smiling at how in character it would be for Warriors to be suffering from fever in the land of the awake, but having a good ol’ “adult” time in his dreams.

Four snorts. “Then I hope his sleep-talking doesn’t get any more clear. I don’t want to hear what he says to lovers.”

Sky laughs and leans forward to check the sailcloth’s dampness.

-o-o-o-o-

Sky’s not sure how much sleep he gets before he’s startled awake by his heart jumping to his throat in pure terror. One minute he was laying down, Four forcing him to get some rest as he woke up Wind for the next night watch… and the next he’s jumping to his feet with the Master Sword raised after hearing his name shouted fearfully.

The anxiety of being the one in charge… of being the center of protection and direction for his younger companions… it’s enough to blur his mind just enough to the point he doesn’t even realize that what’s wrong isn’t another ambush or anything like that.

What’s wrong is Wind standing back from the standing form of Warriors, hands raised in an attempt to look peaceful.

Sky almost drops the Master Sword then and there, overwhelmed with happiness at the sight of his sick friend finally awake and standing, but then he’s charging forward to meet Warriors’ sword after the man had swung it down in an attempt to hurt Wind.

It’s while Sky holds the sword up against Warriors’ own blade that he notices Warriors doesn’t look awake at all. His eyes are open, yes, but they’re clouded with fever and vacant… brows turned down into a scowl and mouth in a snarl.

“He’s delirious!” Wind shouts, confirming what Sky both hoped and feared would be the case.

Of course Warriors isn’t well enough to be up and about tonight. He told the others to get him the second his fever has broken, and obviously it never has.

“Cia…” Warriors hisses in a slur. “G…anon…”

So, clearly he wasn’t dreaming of lovers.

“Warriors,” Sky shouts, pushing back against his companion’s sword with his own, ignoring how the Master Sword is beginning to burn the palms of his hands at being raised at one of their own. She’s the only sword he has on him right now… he has to endure. “We’re your friends!”

Warriors responds with an angry growl, stumbling back from Sky and holding up his sword in a surprisingly steady stance despite how the man’s face is shining with sick sweat. “Where’d…” he growls distrustfully… showing no sign of understanding Sky’s plea, “where’d you get… sword… ts’mine…”

Sky lowers his sword just slightly, noticing how Warrior’s watches the blade sharply. “I know you’re too sick to remember, Wars, but the Master Sword first belonged to me. We’re all Link. Heroes reincarnated. You have to trust me.”

Warriors gives a drawling, bitter chuckle, raising his sword in preparation of offense. Sky matches the stance, wincing at the pain in his hands as the Master Sword feels more and more like it’s on fire. “Heroes reincarnated… more trouble than… worth… Cia-”

“Captain!” comes a new voice… Legend.

Warriors reacts to the name like it’s the single most important thing to him; dropping his sword ever so slightly and turning towards Legend with wide and glassy eyes. Before Warriors can react to the shout of hit title, Hyrule comes out of nowhere from where Warrior’s has turned his back. The kid jumps onto him, wrapping his arms around Warriors’ upper-body and shocking him into dropping his sword. Now Legend runs up, helping still the now shouting and struggling man until eventually Warriors is left windless on the ground, still in Hyrule’s grasp and his sword kicked away by Legend.

“Soldier,” Warriors practically sobs through heaving breaths, “I don’t… know your name… they keep dying- Captain- don’t deserve…”

All of his fever-ish strength seems to leave him there, having abandoned him during his struggles with Hyrule. His eyes flutter, and when Hyrule slowly lets go, the man slowly falls against Hyrule’s chest himself, looking a few moments away from passing out.

Sky longs for nothing more than to drop the Master Sword from his burned hands as Warriors finally loses consciousness against Hyrule. Instead, he carefully puts the sword back where it goes on his back. He looks at his hands, barely containing a wince at the gruesome sight that awaits him on his palms. He’s definitely been burned; punishment for raising the Goddess’s sword against one of her chosen heroes.

A voice hisses besides him and Sky turns to find Four looking at the burns too. “I’ll take Wind and get more cold water,” he says, proving that, at least, out of everything, the knowledge of how to treat a painful yet not dangerous burn resided in more heads than Warriors. Sky supposes it’s a result of Four’s blacksmith background.

He takes Wind into the forest after a warning to be careful of monsters lurking around in the night, then sits there uselessly as Hyrule, Wild, and Legend insist on taking care of Warriors while Sky’s hands are wounded.

He’s torn a few stitches during his fit, staining the bandages red with blood and yellow with infected puss. They clean the wound for the thousandth time tonight and restitch what they can shut.

Reluctantly, they bind Warriors’ hands and feet, knowing that another attack from their delirious friend could do more harm than good for everyone involved. Sky doesn’t say out-loud how he almost fears Warriors will never wake up again if his fever doesn’t break or if Twilight and Time take too much longer getting back…

And the others keep quiet about that as well, even though it’s obvious by the pain in their faces that they’re all thinking it.

-o-o-o-o-

Four is in the middle of running cold water over Sky’s hands, holding his wounds above another of Wild’s cooking pots and using a measuring cup to pour water and pick up more, when something more happens.

Warriors screams.

The sound is so sudden and shocking that Sky almost knocks over the cooking pot to grab at his sword… and he probably would have if Four didn’t keep a good grasp on his wrists to stop him.

Sky and simply turn his neck and crane to watch helplessly as Wild and Legend drop Sky’s wet sailcloth into the mud to hold a writhing Warriors down.

Their friend doesn’t respond to their shouts. He just fights his bonds and tries to get away from his illusionary danger.

The sun is peeking over the horizon, bathing the land in a soft, yellowish-pink, when Warriors’ screams finally turn into babbling sobs.

-o-o-o-o-

“Is Wars going to die?” Wind asks, hours into the morning, sitting by the campfire with his arms wrapped around his knees. Sky sighs and tries not to pick at the bandages on his hands. The burns ache and itch, but Four said he’d cut off his hands and cauterize the stumps with the flat edge of his own sword if Sky messes with the bandages and gets an infection.

A hollow threat, but enough to make Sky very weary of Four’s anger.

“No,” Legend says from where he’s cleaning Warriors’ wounds. It looks no better. It looks painful. “We’ll figure this out.”

Wind hums, and Sky wishes they all could do more.

-o-o-o-o-

Warriors hasn’t moved in hours, he’s just been wheezing and sweating and moaning weakly in discomfort here and there.

-o-o-o-o-

Sky doesn’t realize he’s fallen asleep until he’s woken by the sound of Wild rushing into camp yelling that he spotted Time and Twilight a considerable distance away from their camp and should arrive in less than an hour. Sky looks up at Warriors… and the man looks close to death.

An hour. It’s proof of how bad Warriors looks when Sky wonders if he’ll survive another hour.

-o-o-o-o-

Sky watches as Twilight and Time finally enter the camp, stopping mid sentence of informing Wild—who went out to fetch them—of their adventures of never finding a nearby village, but meeting a traveler who was willing to give them a single red potion and the directions to a village a day’s walking out if they helped him fix the wheel on his wagon.

Sky makes sure to keep his injured hands hidden as Twilight rushes towards Warriors, who lays there looking like he’s on death’s welcoming mat. He knows that if Twilight sees his injured hands, he’ll argue something they cannot risk or afford; splitting the potion in half. Not only that, but he’ll have to explain how he got the burns, and he’s really not interested in hearing Time curse the Goddess and her sword today.

Thankfully, the others keep quiet too. Sky won’t get his hands infected as much as Four fears he would; they’re just burns, ones that are similar to accidentally high-fiving a tailor's iron that they use to get wrinkles out of clothes. All red and only a blister here and there.

Nothing compared to Warriors. There’s sweat all over his pale face, and his hair is soaked with it. He hardly responds as Twilight opens his mouth and pours in the red potion. Everyone holds their breath as Warriors drinks… and releases it in one collective, boneless sigh as Warriors hums slightly to the taste, and the pain in his face softens. He’ll be right as rain in give a day or two, depending on how destroyed his immune system is right now. But he will live, and he will get better.

An hour later, they check his wound and it’s still red, but it has sealed itself.

They’re not losing one of their own tonight, and once Warriors is well enough to talk, they will make sure he teaches them all he knows about field medicine, so they can avoid running into a situation like this ever again.

When Warriors wakes up almost a half-day later, he wakes up sounding groggy and confused, but when Wind and Hyrule tackle him in a hug and Time squeezes his shoulder with a laugh, he looks like he thinks he’s in a dream. Then his eyes bee-line onto Sky’s hands and a similar look to a mother looking at children who have come out of the garden muddy settles on his face.

“Sky, what the fuck did you do to your hands.”

And Sky laughs. Everyone laughs, confusing the poor man more. Sky wipes a few tears from his eyes and scotches closer to his friend, showing the palms of his hands. “I thought Wild was a mud monster and raised my sword at him.”

Wild shouts his protest, and Warriors shakes his head, believing the lie immediately. He then proceeds to examine Sky’s hands over Hyrule’s head, who’s still hugging him, and he gives him a whole list of things that he can do to lessen the pain and avoid scarring. Sky makes sure to commit the information to his brain, and everyone else listens closely as well.

It’s good to have him back.

[readyandnot]

alrighty let’s kick this off with the ones i relate to the most-

freelancer and darlin (my self inserts and hcs)

Freelancer- “Charlotte”

* HIGH anxiety

* also main caregiver and have been since they can remember

* they have a big family, two brothers two sisters, freelancer is a middle child

* when they were 13 their powers manifested, their family did not know what to do, they were encouraged to push it down so they did, but stuff still happened

* first it was just wind flying papers off of tables, then it was the garden getting messed up with potholes, then it escalated to fires and water coming out whenever emotions spilled

* this leads to freelancer going into a catatonic state whenever they are confronted with something really serious (and if it’s about them) because their parents blaming the problems on them and for their family going corrupt

* their oldest brother can’t talk to them but when freelancer ran away he financially supported them without the family knowing

* freelancer also uses will money from her dead grandma to support herself hence why they have an apartment

* anyway freelancer ran away when they turned 18, still trying to ignore their powers and have been living on their own for three years, they did it in the middle of the night but left a note for their siblings

* they at first stayed in a motel for a week but before they ran away they contacted an apartment complex and they’ve been living there ever since

* also has a part time job, they work in retail so they definitely know how to deal with all kinds of people

* caelum visits them later and you all know the rest (they should be around 21-22 when he first visits)

* (also i feel like if gavin wasn’t the canon romantic interest [and my first pic as well] mine would pick Huxley)

* i mean CMON think about how trusting the freelancer was with him AT THEIR FIRST MEETING

* they trusted him to hold their hand and talk about the kody situation like BRUH THIS DUDE IS THE BEST (plus there are some flirty moments in his vids DONT EVEN TRY ME)

* with gavin- jawbone kisses, sitting on lap/laying on top of him in bed

* with huxley- forehead kisses, spooning (him being big spoon mostly)

* with lasko- cheek kisses, spooning (her being big spoon)

* with damien- temple kisses, straight up hugging in bed

* also i can definitely see the damn boys in a polycule in the future maybe? idk but i feel that people can love multiple people

* do i feel it SHOULD be canon? no, but can i see it? ABSOLUTELY

Darlin- “Cara”

* SEVERE anger issues

* grew up in an illegal boxing ring led by her father who was the “only” family member she has left

* one day got busted and powers manifested that day, when she saw her dad being taken away (she would’ve been 12)

* department took her in, brought in Gabe Shaw to talk to her about her powers and the pack

* hesitant at first, mute until he brought some food and then she took the offer to join the pack after some talking of her life

* only trusted gabe at first but then gabe basically adopted her and started getting closer to david

* constant sparring matches, video games, cooking (and darlin watching)

* darlin meets a new friend, Paisley, unempowered at a coffee shop she goes to on her own

* they start to get closer and she even sees her as a sister, none of the pack knows about her except david and gabe

* hang out after pack meetings to just hang out and even teaches her to make coffee, which is a skill darlin retained

* slowly darlin gets close to asher and milo, more to asher though, they also start to fight together and train and went on camping trips as well

* gabe dies while coming home from a meeting, but got desserts for the small family as a surprise, which just twists the knife into the whole situation

* david got distant from darlin as he became alpha, wanted to have darlin as beta but knew she wouldn’t take it especially after gabe died

* Darlin and David (pre Sam and Angel) having feelings for each other, both being vaguely aware of it.

* This happens as Darlin is pulling away from the pack and towards Quinn, Darlin and David get into an argument about it.

* darlin wanted him to confess but only said he cares because he’s her best friend and alpha

* after hanging out with quinn some more, his group got into shady business which reminded darlin of her father

* darlin finally saw the monster quinn was, after manipulating, gaslighting and convincing her the pack didn’t care for her

* called the department and all the canon fighting with quinn happens

* paisley’s memory is wiped but the two are still friends, just more distant which is for paisleys safety

* while darin’s injuries are severe, she goes to washington after doing research and realizing her aunt and cousins live there

* once they’re better they return, not telling anyone so they can hunt down quinn

* and they finally meet sam and everything changes (darlin is now 25)

* a bunch of forehead kisses are involved in this relationship

* sam bites/drinks from darlin the second time they get together “like that” and it is the BEST feeling

* he also loves the fact that darlin ALWAYS looks in sam’s eyes with full trust, not minding there could be trancing (quinn used on them before), because he knows he would NEVER do that

* darlin give sam her jacket to wear, especially at pack meetings to show him off in her own way

* they have crossed paths before, but nothing where they would be introduced, for example- once darlin was outside crying and sam almost went to check on her but was called by william

(btw i’ve taken some inspiration from other people’s ideas and thoughts so props to them for coming up with it first)

[deadontheinsidebut]

a/n: this is literally so self-indulgent hehe

Part 2

TSUKISHIMA KEI

cafe visits to try out new desserts. stealing a bite of his when he’s distracted. late night FaceTime calls to study. calling his parents ‘mom’ and ‘dad’. wearing his sweaters to bed and smelling like him in the morning. morning coffee runs in your pjs. playful bickering that results in his friends calling you two an old married couple. museum dates on the weekend to look at the dinosaur exhibits. kissing in the rain. late night talks under the night sky. wishing upon a shooting star. sharing songs and dedicating playlists to one another. aesthetic instagram pictures. the smartest couple in the group. inside jokes. quick adventures to the bookstore. tippy toe kisses. puppy dog face when you want something. 

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

being a volleyball expert. milk tea everyday. summer festivals. stealing his jacket. kissing goodnight. head pats. vulnerable chats. phone calls just to hear each other’s voices. homemade gifts. childhood friends. eskimo kisses. him being a nervous wreck when he’s about to meet your family. you and his sister, Miwa sharing makeup tips. memorizes all the important dates because his memory is exceptional. going to the convenience store at night to buy milk and yogurt. sharing an umbrella under the rain. putting a flower in his hair. using his soap.

SUGAWARA KOSHI pajama parties with endless cuddles. dancing to throwback tunes while laughing at each other’s wacky dance moves. gossiping about each other’s day. cooking breakfast together on the weekends. him surprising you with your favourite flowers. joking around about marrying each other tomorrow. tickling each other when one of you is sad. being the ideal couple. polaroid photos sunset photos in the summer. ice skating dates in the winter. being each other’s first kiss. kissing through giggles. spontaneous road trips. matching outfits. grocery shopping together. love letters.

DAICHI SAWAMURA

wearing his police uniform as a joke. lighting a scented candle when you’re stressed. ramen dates. feeds you his ramen. makes sure you are taken care of. hypes you up. gets sick with you so you won’t be alone. does squats with you on his back. camping. cuddling outside a campfire. making smores. sharing a sleeping bag. matching onesies. growing old together. your parents trust him with you out at night. bedsheets smell like him. wipes away your tears. protective. puts you first. laces fingers with yours. kisses them. promises to be your forever. 

KUROO TETSUROU

late night drives to diners just to eat fries and milkshakes. chemistry pickup lines when you’re down. falling asleep at 4am because you’re up all night texting. kissing in an alley after a long date. playing pranks on Kenma and Bokuto. taking mirror selfies. letting him braid your hair while you try to fix his bed head hair. beaches in the summer. helping each other in school. sharing movie suggestions and watching them together. going out with his friends to drink the night away. using him to swatch makeup. working out together. kissing on New Years. sneaking out together

BOKUTO KOTARO

sending each other memes at random moments. sharing drinks. wearing his jersey. piggybacking you when your feet hurt. skinny dipping together as a dare. playful rivals. corny jokes about how you can’t stay away from each other. being each other’s lockscreens. making 11:11 wishes. matching tattoos. laughing until your stomachs hurt. running together. playful wrestling. amusement park dates. lots of hickeys. fueled wanderlust. secret handshake. eating cereal at 3am. admiring his body. all nighters.

AKAASHI KEIJI 

taking care of each other when sick. matching lockets. photo board of you two on your wall. cheek kisses before work. super long talks. weekly dates. sticky notes with little love notes. falling asleep on call. forehead kisses. slow dancing in your kitchen. head massages. picks you up @ 7 for your date. rubbing your thumb when you hold hands. calls you ‘angelic.’ murmurs your name in his sleep. memorized your coffee order. healthy meals. teaching each other new words. sweet poems. a picture of you in his wallet. 

OIKAWA TOORU

colourful facemasks. his picture on the back of your phone. doting nicknames. the most beautiful selfies. trying yoga together. cheering each other on. scrapbooking. sharing a milkshake. spinning hugs. passionate kisses in front of the fireworks. shopping together. him holding your bags. sending ‘i love you <3′ at midnight. back rubs. love quotes. making him milk bread. holding hands. pinky promises. playing with your hair. promise rings. crying on each others’ shoulder. gifts after every date. 

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[sweetsubharry]

do you have any friends to lovers au full of fluffy?

Yes I do!! It is a favourite of mine so be warned there’s 36 fics in this rec!! Isn’t friends to lovers fluff just the best??  💖

Please stay safe and read the tags!!

It's A Start by Magiic_Shop

“This is dangerous, love,” Louis smirked, his lips pressed against Harry’s shoulder blade.

“Why’s that?” Harry asked.

“Because,” Louis’ smirk grew into a smile, “I might never want to let you go.”

Harry shifted against Louis, reaching up to cover Louis’ hand on his stomach with his own, “Then don’t.”

--

Or, the one where Harry can't sleep at night, and because of that, neither can Louis. Louis thinks it could be the start of something.

everything i can arrange, every part of me you change by orphan_account

“Don’t you try that shit with me,” Niall spits the second he reaches Louis, pulling off the hood with force. “What the hell is this?” He plops down next to Louis on the empty bleacher and unceremoniously pushes a sheet of crumpled paper in his face.

Netflix and Chill Buddy Application

It’s like no matter how hard Louis tries, he can’t seem to run away from this stupid fucking flyer. All the girls (and some of the boys) in every one of his classes have been talking about it all week. It’s on every wall of every building on campus. Louis went for a jog last night and he nearly tripped and died over a loose one on the football track.

[Harry needs a big spoon and Louis refuses to let anyone steal his position. Based on this post.]

One Plus One Is Also One (Sometimes) by justgotowisharder

“Dear Mrs. Sissy,” Anne read out loud and Harry only wanted the ground to swallow him up, “you asked me to write about my hero but I don’t have a hero, I have a superhero. Superheroes are better and have superpowers. My superhero is Louis Tomlinson.”

(Or the one where Louis Tomlinson isn’t really a superhero, but he’ll always do everything on his power to protect his baby Harry)

Love You But I Gotta Let Go by FallingLikeThis

Harry’s father is never going to be satisfied with anything that he does. But maybe that’s okay when his best friend is there, always cheering him on anyway.

Prompt 947: The despair of ever living up to his standards.

Pour Your Heart Out by hrrytomlinson

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to. 

Take This Sinking Boat and Point It Home by goodgirlfaith (boomersoonerash)

Five times Louis Proposes to Harry and the one time he doesn't.

Just Ask Me To by TellMeThisIsNotLove

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers.

“Of course I’m telling the truth!” Harry doesn’t even care that he sounds exasperated.

“Oh my god.” Louis grabs the wall behind him as if looking for support. His body slides down against it until he’s sitting crouched on the floor.

He mumbles something but Harry can’t really figure out what it is. He crouches down, and looks desperately at the breaking boy in front of him.

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers. “You were not supposed to–”

“I was not supposed to do what? Tell me please,” Harry urges, taking Louis’ hands gently in his.

Or the X Factor era canon fic where they learn how to be a couple and that not everyone is going to be on their sides especially those with plain white t-shirts and saccharine smiles.

Burning Skies by emeraldharry 

They both watched as ice and fire danced across their palms, hypnotized by the small things they could do with their powers. Snowflakes swirled around each other as the mist twisted about like a small tornado, while the fire in Louis' hands swayed and twirled gracefully—bright and warm and beautiful.Before, Harry couldn't even think of touching him with the fear of turning his skin to ice. Now, he knew that Louis wasn't some ordinary human to shy away from. Louis was bright, fiery flames, a body of powerful waves of heat. Louis was everything he was not, his polar opposite, but it was all the more reason that they fit together just right.or[Mutant au: Harry likes to think he's normal. Except, normal boys don't freeze everything they touch. Louis thinks he's perfect just the way he is and shows him just that. Zayn is a telekinetic, Liam is a rising YouTube star, and Niall is the best human best friend there is.]

I see the love light in your eyes by larrycaring

For as long as Harry can remember, Louis has always been his best friend.

There are a few constant things in Harry’s life: his family, this town he’s grown up in, and Louis.

He had his other friends, of course, but Louis had always been and still was the person that Harry was closest to. Maybe it was due to the fact that they live next to each other, and that, since the first night they’d talked, when he and Louis shared a conversation on their conjoining roofs, they instantly hit off, and a friendship developed. Or maybe it was that Louis was always so cheeky, almost the opposite of Harry, but it complimented Harry’s slow and thoughtful way of life perfectly. Either way, it just kind of happened.

or an AU where Louis and Harry are very much in love. Featuring football & late night rendezvous.

you fit me better than my favourite sweater by brightbluelou

Harry didn't mean to fall in love with his best friend, and he definitely didn't mean to get pregnant. Despite that, it’s probably still the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And after that, well. It just kept getting better.

or; the one where Harry and Louis are friends-with-benefits and Harry unexpectedly gets pregnant. Harry never wants to stop getting pregnant after that, but Louis thinks seven kids is probably enough.

put your head on my shoulder by wayfared

Niall gives Harry until the end of marching season to either a) make a move on Louis Tomlinson or b) get the fuck over him. Either is easier said than done. Basically, your High School AU with a drum beat.

My Only Sunshine by DontLetHimGo

Harry and Louis have known each other since the start of everything.

When Harry is only a few weeks old, and Louis is two, the older boy is immediately intrigued by the little person in the carry cot. Jay knows that it will be difficult to keep her son away from her best friend's little boy.

baby, hold on to my heart by icaarusfalls

Here was the dilemma: Louis and Harry were out with their mates window shopping because there was nothing else to do and Louis brought an antique ring, hoping to pawn it off to get some quick cash. It was a small, old thing, all rusted and gold, but it had its charm. The owner didn't take it because of the minuscule crack down the middle of the jewel, so Louis just shrugged and handed it to Harry without a thought.

—•—

Louis gives Harry a ring as a joke, but Harry starts wearing the ring everywhere he goes.

So Put Your Hands In (The Holes of My Sweater) by Kat_rawr

“Are you gonna kiss me then?” He asks so quiet he isn’t even sure Louis heard him.

“I think it’s bad luck if I don’t.“ Louis’ breath is hot on Harry’s skin in the cold air. They stand in the dark; Louis’ face only lit up by the yellow-ish light from the street light a few metres away. The light over the door of their building hasn’t worked in years.

“Okay,” Harry says, and of course his cheeks heat up. There are definitely butterflies in stomach and his mouth is definitely dry.

or,

Harry and Louis go on a lot of not-dates.

It's the Sun In Your Eyes by Bearandleonardwrite

Harry's not the best with relationships. Then he finds Louis.

(Basically; Harry's insecure and hurt, but Louis loves him anyways and knows how to help.)

Sun-Dappled by QuickedWeen

Louis and his best friend Harry are in their seventh year at Hogwarts, facing down their future together. Louis has been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember, and he begins to feel a sense of urgency as the second semester begins. Finally he hatches a plan to tell Harry about his feelings on Harry's birthday.

Stop Making Tired Excuses by midnightskies

Louis hates many things; cold tea, countdown, tuesdays, and university, but most of all he absolutely, categorically despises Eric Davidson, current boyfriend of Harry Styles. 

nonstop earthquake dreams of you by lumineres

And there's heat behind it, blazing, plasmatic, like stars crashing together, like an explosion in space, like a supernova, like a black hole--everything else sucked out of existence. There's no bed and there's no pillow and they're not lying down, just floating somewhere, somehow, and there's no room and there's no X Factor house and there's no Niall snuffling or Liam's deep, even breathing and there's no wind or traffic outside and there's no hum of the heating unit and it's all just Louis. All encompassingly Louis.

or, harry falls hard and finds louis already at the bottom

every december (your star lights the sky) by larrystomlinsons

Louis needs a date for the Christmas dance and Harry is the wingman that has feelings for him.

Counting The Steps Between Us by zarah5

AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)

waiting on the sun by midnights

A third year counselor at Camp Weehawken, Louis just wants to get through the summer without accidentally professing his love to Harry during movie night.

ft. night swimming, lots of cuddles, and even more fluff.

Right From the Start (You Know I Got You) by FallingLikeThis

Louis grows up protecting Harry. Harry loves him for it.

Let Me Give You My Life by midnightskies

Gemma has one rule for Louis while he stays with her family at Christmas; not to hook up with her little brother, so of course that's the one thing Louis does.

deep in my heart i know there's only you by ballsdeepinjesus

"Will you do it?” Harry whispers. Louis has to lean closer just to hear him. He furrows his brows and shakes his head, not knowing what Harry means. “Would you donate for me?”

Louis is dumbfounded. “I’m sorry, I thought you just asked if I’d donate my sperm. Can you repeat yourself?”

[harry and louis are best friends who engage in some platonic baby-making. very platonic.]

You Are The View by larryftnoctrl

Louis is running out on time for his photography assignment and Harry looks lovely in red. It only made sense.

the most beautiful thing by sunflowergolden

“Well, I came prepared of course. I actually have a full on suit with me.”He had to be joking. “Lou, you have to be joking. There’s no way you took a full on suit with you all the way from the States.”“I was raised right, H. You never know when you’re going to need it, so you take it with you. In case a cute boy asks you out.”or, the one where louis and harry have been friends for a while, but they live 5.404 miles away from each other, and louis goes to stay with harry for a week

Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10

“Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

****

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

don't call me baby by 28sunflowers

A short and cliché roommates AU inspired by To Be So Lonely, where they’re both oblivious to each other’s feelings and Harry gets sad and jealous over nothing. It works out in the end.

Spin Me Like A Record by zarah5

Uni AU. Sometimes, Louis poses as Harry’s boyfriend. It doesn’t mean anything. Really.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic by larrycaring

Call him hopelessly romantic, but Harry was convinced Louis was the one for him. He had never really believed in love at first sight until his special person had come along and stolen his heart. And really, as soon as he had first met Louis on the train, Harry had felt something. Their love, at first sight, had started when they had met, and it had never ended since they had found each other. Harry hadn’t known it back then, of course, but even during his first encounter with Louis, he had felt that fluttering feeling from deep down inside, when Louis had first smiled at him. It had been like gravity had moved, and nothing had mattered more than him.

or even in a magical world, Louis and Harry's love is the most magical and beautiful thing in the world, Zayn is the smart Ravenclaw who falls for his best friend, Liam's true feelings are revealed and Niall is Niall.

or my first Larry Hogwarts AU that I just had to write.

Close your eyes (and let the word paint a thousand pictures) by larrycaring

They were attached at the hip as soon as they met on the Hogwarts Express. They became good friends within the first week of school, and from that day on, Harry just kind of snuck his way right into Louis’ heart. It’s just his charming side, his genuine and caring personality, his stupid puns (and now pick-up lines) that make Louis laugh his ass off, and his bravery and determination. His endless support and loyalty, his friendship… Everything about him, Louis loves. Merlin’s beard, he’s truly gone for him. And he doesn’t know how to tell Harry.

or another Hogwarts AU where Harry thinks it’s a good idea to use cheesy pick-up lines to reveal his feelings to Louis.

Faking It by TheCellarDoor

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow by 1Diamondinthesun

Harry spends most of his time in an empty house or a lonely darkroom, dreaming of leaving his small town for art school. He's invisible to most people. And then Louis Tomlinson sees him. Life will never be the same.

Or, the American high school AU loosely inspired by She's All That.

A Real Work of Art by lululawrence

“I don’t understand,” Liam said for probably the fiftieth time in ten minutes. “You have to explain again how this is a bad thing.”

“Leeeeyummm,” Harry whined into the phone as he leaned his head onto his desk. “I felt like this year was my year for getting his attention, you know? That senior year I would finally get Logan Thompson to realize I exist! But he’s in almost every single one of my classes, Li. How am I supposed to survive that?”

“Easily,” Liam answered, with the same matter of fact tone his voice always took when Harry was in one of his fits. “He doesn’t know you exist, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Right?”

Or the one where Harry calls on an old friend, the super popular Louis Tomlinson, to help him change his look to capture the heart of Logan. Things only mostly go as planned.

wanna taste your heart, don't interfere by orphan_account

Harry still remembers how unsure he felt when he first told Louis, how self-conscious he was. Louis had been nothing but understanding and kind, though, reassuring him that nothing’s going to change between them, that they’re still best friends regardless of sex. Harry had been mostly relieved at that, because he really doesn’t want to lose Louis as a friend over this, but another part of him had been a bit sad because… well, because nothing changed between them. Or rather, there is change, but it’s completely one-sided as far as Harry can tell.

This change being him not getting enough of the way Louis smells. He just can’t help it, is the thing, unable to stop himself from trying to subtly press his nose against the fabric of Louis’ shirt by his shoulders. He still smells like faint cologne and sweat, which is enough to make Harry start feeling slightly dizzy.

(harry presents as an omega, louis is his alpha best friend, and there are hidden feelings that just get harder to control.)

Picture Perfect by LittleBubbleStyles

an AU where Louis Tomlinson is a misunderstood football player, and Harry Styles is a misunderstood photographer. Somehow, they're understood together.

this is a wip but it is updated regularly, almost finished, and I highly recommend it!!

[shhhlikeme]

“Let me spoil you, Baby...”

What Kind of Extravagant Date Would the HQ Men Take You On?

Aran Ojiro, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Daichi Sawamura, Miya Atsumu, Asahi Azumane x Reader

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Aran Ojiro:

Romantic Helicopter Ride 🚁🌁

this Olympic team CAPTAIN is a whole ass KING, you feel me?

Aran blindfolds you until you are up on the rooftop of one of the highest buildings downtown then her carefully takes off the blindfold, hugging you from behind as your jaw hits the floor

He hands you a hair tie so you can tie your it up since the spinning rotary blades make your hair fly everywhere (☹️a man)

He takes your hand and you two excitedly walk over to the helicopter where he greets the pilot with handshake, then lifts you up by the waist to place you inside

You can’t stop smiling omfg, it’s a dream come true !!!!

Aran climbs in after you, fixing your headphones on your head and you two kiss, holding hands the entire air ride!

The views are to die for and this gorgeous man literally can’t help but admire you as you peer out your window and dad-jokingly say that you can see the house you two share from up here (dkm💀)

Ojiro feels for his pocket just to make sure the ring that he plans to put on your finger is still there because before this ride is over he is going to commit to you in the sky, wanting that smile of yours and those bad dad-jokes forever 😌💕

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Asahi Azumane:

Expensive Shopping Trip 🛍 👛

Ah bruhhhhhhh

This man is now a world renowned fashion designer b!!

Asahi is so thankful to have you. You have been there every step of the way: sending in his applications for fashion school because he was too nervous, bringing him coffee in the wee hours of the morning because he was still up working on that wedding dress sketch, and you were there by his side after he cut the ribbon on his first store opening in Paris, France

So now that Asahi had time and money after paying off his loans (and yours, secretly), he decided it was time to repay you out loud

Just before LA Fashion Week begins, your boo drives you two to Beverly Hills to shop at various name brand outlets except this trip is only for you 🛍

It took a lot of convincing because you didn’t want to use his money like this, but he said he would quit fashion if you didn’t do it, so you reluctantly agreed

After you stopped feeling bad you allowed yourself to really get into it, in awe at the stores and the beautiful decor alone!

Asahi couldn’t stop smiling as you gasped at the beautiful stores and you hugged the purses, jackets, and jewelry that you’ve only ever seen on Instagram but always wanted

You felt like you were in one of those makeover montages in those movies: the 14-year-old-you was S C R E A M I N G

Asahi sat outside the luxurious fitting rooms with his legs crossed looking like a snack and gave you detailed opinions on what he thought looked amazing on you every time you tried something on

He carried all of your bags btw, making a few trips to the car to drop them off

You thanked Azumane profusely when you had quite frankly shopped till you dropped, and he only kissed you in response and told you that this is only the beginning, and that you get to pick the city to shop in next time

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Miya Atsumu:

Luxury Sports Car Road Trip 🏎💨

This bad boy who is an absolutely sucker for you thought he’d treat both of you to a luxurious dream date when he returned from Europe

Atsumu knows that one of your favourite things to do is go on long car rides..... especially sitting shotgun with your man 🤩

You were obsessed with it and

He just looked so sexy driving with one hand, his hand on your thigh 🤤

So upon return, Miya decided to rent out his dream car for the weekend, one of the most expensive cars in the lot, might I add......

He picked you up suuuper early from work in it, (telling your boss you had some kind of emergency) much to your surprise

You chastised him for lying to your boss but your smile told Atsumu you couldn’t be happier

After the initial shock of the near million yen car, you hopped in and you two were off! 🏎💨

Tsum let you choose the music 🥺🥺🥺 and you two glided up the mountains on the open road: car driving as smooth as seemed real, the windows down, the music blasting..... it was perfect

And the views! God damn:

You then turned down the music so you two could share stories of your favourite memories together as a couple and laugh together

You fed Atsumu fruit as he drove, and he tells you how much he loves you 🥺

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Sakusa Kiyoomi:

A Private Dinner for two, featuring your F/A 🎼 💃

Holy fuck Kiyoomi is everything

He refuses to go to concerts because of the germs, but this black haired beauty knows how much you love them

He is saddened by how down you get when on occasion you have no one to go to concerts with if your friends are busy, sooo

After months of planning, one night when you are sulking on the couch because your Fave performed in your city yesterday and you missed it

Sakusa tells you to get dressed up because to cheer you up he is taking you to a nice dinner.......

You thought it was so sweet of Kiyoomi to rent out Osamu’s entire restaurant just for you two because the dinner was able to be so intimate, quiet, and alluring

You knew your boyfriend would know how to cheer you up.

But what you didn’t know was that as you ate in Osamu’s empty restaurant, your boyfriend had paid for a private concert for just you by your favourite artist (F/A) that you missed seeing yesterday

When you see F/A come out with their musicians you literally scream then faint and your man catches you and softly wakes you up

Your F/A and their musicians, serenade only the two of you for hours

After dinner you both stand up and sway to the music a bit with Sakusa leaning down to rest his forehead against yours like this was Prom 😩🥺

When you turn your head to watch the performers, Sakusa maintains his position, planting a kiss on your temple then pulling your waist in closer, absolutely smitten that he gets to be the reason for your smile

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Daichi Sawamura:

Deluxe Igloo Stay ☃️🔥

WHEW

Thinking back..... you are glad you didn’t run for the hills when you found out how much of an outdoorsman your boyfriend was on the first date

While the outdoors wasn’t exactly your thing, Daichi and his ability to be the best boyfriend in the world WAS your thing

..Yes indeed

You agreed to go winter camping with your man (even though you hated bugs, the cold, outdoor showers, and just anything else related to camping) because you saw the way his eyes twinkled when he spoke about it

I mean shit How could anyone say no to those freaking brown eyes?!

But bitch— good thing you agreed...... because by winter camping your gorgeous man actually meant:

Staying in an igloo hotel was unimaginable

You never even knew they existed!

Seeing majestic polar bears walking around in the distance, seeing white snow flakes falling on your windows, hearing the cold winter breeze but only feeling the warmth of the fireplace, seeing the northern lights at night from the comfort of your own bed while your man had his warm arms wrapped around you:

it was absolutely the most breathtaking thing you have ever experienced

You two had a personal hot tub outside your hotel room which you sipped champagne in and made out in until the hot tub was too hot and you two had to move to the bed💕

Daichi would wake you up with hot cocoa in the mornings, and that was when you started mentally planning how you would propose

He never seizes to amaze you

Needless to say, for some reason, you are now a camping fanatic 😉

[squeiky]

STORY PROMPT IDEA:

A dude named: Average Man Joe (That's his full name)

Lives a completly normal, mundane life where he wakes up, cooks himself eggs and toast for breakfast (might spice it up with something new once and while) and goes to work as a barista in a coffee shop. (The store is called: "Coffee-Here" beacuse coffee is there.)

He lives in a place called "Barren Town"

Its like a similar place to where courage the cowardly dog lives, except there's more "town" to it that one random house in the middle of nowhere and a bunch of weirdos. It's like the most average, boring town you could think of at first glance.

Then after a long day of work, he goes home and plays the flute sometimes.

The catch is, absolutely everything in his life is incredibly abnormal and supernatural, Joe just treats it like its "just a Monday again" BUT like- everyday is a Monday. Joe just never checks the calendar, which always resets everytime you write something on it.

Joe's coworker and montone voiced freind, Alice Smith, another average human in Barrentown has a "naturally born eye color" with is black. She says it "a rare condition" and "no Joe, it does not give me laser eyes" as she continues to consume a entire roasted chicken, with her bare hands. Her hand are a tad bit sharper than Joe's, so are her teeth, which are a little pointer, but still human. And her shoes don't full fit her feet. But she just says "I can't find the kids aisle. I was born with very tiny feet." Though Joe doesn't mind the tiny "clip clop" noises Alice makes when she walks.

Sometimes the customers are always somewhat to pale, or wears clothing that covers their facial features a bit too much, but you can't tell where their faces are. You hear is sound. Joe thinks they are very shy, and is very polite and extra patient for them.. While Alice is off doing something in the back. Joe's never been in the back, mostly beacuse there's always weird nusky red paint that in constantly near door. It tends tends stinks, but atleast Alice always comes out with the proper cleaning tools. Since the last janitor they had disapeared into the walls after staring at a corner for too long. Joe thinks he got fired. Alice agrees.

Everytime at night, when Joe gets back from work, he plays his favorite flute. He sucks at playing it, but he sits on his little chair on the porch and starts going at it. Everytime he always manages to get the attention of what he calls "THOSE DARN UGLY CATS AGAIN" Or "THE RACCOONS ARE BACK" and then tries to shoo them away with a rake, throwing a slipper, or if needed his uncle's old shotgun. Since it's dark and you can only see their bright, glowing eyes, you can't really make out their giant, melting, spider-like bodies, their antlers and razor sharp teeth. Not only is he completly unaware that they are attracted to sound, but that they extremely fast. When you shine a light on then, they look really furry or have a pattern similar to that of a raccoon. Easy to mistake for one, dispite their size being that of a large tiger. They also chirp. The problem is, they eat birds. So anytime Joe goes on a camping trip with Alice or his ma, he ever notices that the birds are no where to bee seen, but they're chirping. So clearly Joe thinks, they must be out of sight or camouflaged. Joe is wrong.

Joe's next door neighbor, the Oatsons family, are gardeners that only go outside in the day time. You will never see them at night. They never stay up late, and always go to sleep the minute the sun goes down. Heck, you could be talking to one of them, look away for one second and poof! They're gone. For some reason, they also seem really good knowing exactly what the other is thinking. And their pet dog named Buster doesn't move when you're looking at him, actually.. he doesn't even breathe when you look at him. Hes always moving though, the Oatsons always know where he is. He's very dirty, so you could mistake him for an old, stitched up toy with all of the weird stitches he has. By the Oatsons just say "he's been in a lot of fights lately. Doctor helped Buster get better. Doctor is gone for today. But when Doctor comes again, Buster will be fed again."

No matter how you ask them, every Oatsons says the same thing.

Joe assumes Buster must have a really bad doctor. Atleast they feed him treats, but they don't ask where the doctor comes from. Or where the treats are, since they only sell cat food in the grocery market.

Also, the family is a nuclear family. Consists of one working man, 2 twins sisters, a baby brother and one stay at home mom. Joe's certain she wears a wig, and her hair looks like plastic/fake doll hair always seems to have bugs in it. He assumes she's not great at taking care of it. The father goes to work everyday, but you never see him outside. Though, on rare occasions, you can see him staring at the sun with his breifcase and suit on their staircase. Joe's ma says not to approach him, as he is busy working. Joe doesn't understand, but believes his ma means to respect his privacy. Perhaps he is doing some sort of prayer, Joe believes. He is not, the father does not pray. He is working.

Joe's mother also has a fascination with bones. Joe believes she is an archeologist retired. So he always goes to buy some nice bones st their local bone market. Joe assumes there's a lot of archeologists in his town, or people who love researching/ learning about bone anatomy of a animal or specie.

Joe knows nothing about bone research, or DNA. He just likes listening to his ma talk about how adding a mix of a ladybugs exoskeleton, a horses legbone, the breast of a rooster and a roasted bat wing (which she is her favorite thing to eat) you can creature a sludge capable of killing those pesky raccoons outside. Joe thinks she hates them, beacuse she's the one who always reccomends getting the shotgun. Which was lent by his uncle, who apperently worked as a plumber. She says he forgot to bring his gun one night, and the punger wasn't enough to strangle to toilet. Joe thinks this a metaphor for his untimely death. Thanksgiving.

Again, it is not. (Toilets are very dangerous if left unchecked, and keeping one alive may reek havoc in the homes if many in Barrentown. That is why his uncle is so rich, and why Joe never has plumbing issues. As all his toilets are dead, and their insides a carved out much like taking out the guts of a turkey for thanksgiving.)

Also. Average Man Joe's father lives in the basement. Only Joe's ma goes in there to bring his a birthday cake when a year goes by. She always wears a wedding gown when she goes down. His ma is short and fat, and her wedding gown fits her curves perfectly. Joe always loved seeing his ma look so pretty. His ma always brings a luggage with her and a dagger coated in the blood of what ever animal she had hunted yesterday. Usually it's a bat.

Joe thinks his ma likes collecting knives and daggers. He's right, she does.

Before going to the basement, she says "going to the wine cellar dear, I'll be back when I get a carcass or two. Those grapes ain't pickin' themselves yknow."

Joe thinks she's making wine, as she always comes out covered in red wind with a bottle of some kind of newly colored, rapid tasting wine. Joe took a sip before, he was fine but he ended up seeing more colors than he usually did. He assumes he was colorblind, I mean-he is. He's got Deuteranopia. But imagine being color blind, taking a sip of yer ma's wine and then seeing the world in the eye of someone who has no colorblindness- but is simultaneously high.

His ma told him he drank the wine, which has copious amounts of drug like substances in it. To which I say, to you, the reader, do not drink rainbow colored, mushroom scented, rancid wine that comes from a dark basement, that is simultaneously a catacombs where your ma goes down to kill your undead father, so he doesn't come back and destroy the entire town. Beacuse living in eternal agony under intense supernatural forces might just do that to ya.

Also she wears the wedding gown beacuse she needs Joe's dad to think it's still their wedding day, and also beacuse his ma enjoys dressing up nice and pretty for her 20th birthday wedding killing. (They got married on his birthday :> she kills him every anniversary. Happiest couple on the block, they are relationship goals. Also she uses his left over blood to concoct another elixir. Which she uses to make more weird sludge from her kitchen in the attic.

They also have a cat, and their name is Mittens. This is the most normal cat you will ever see in your entire life. It sleeps, it eats, it stretchs and scratches your furniture. When your asleep I falls asleep ontop of ontop of you. It had a cute meow and purrs. It has the softess fur, it's has a greysih- dark brown like color. Sometimes with patches of white and blue fur on it's face.

It also smells like candy, after an accident involving perfume. It has the cutest button pipils and it's adorable little paws. It's weird habit of eating yarn, and it's fluffy tail. They're tiny hard shiny nose and it's soft cotton inner ear...💗Literally the most normal, cutest cat in the area.

(Might add more description later. I love making stories like this :> )

[heavcnslyre]

ricky bowen x reader series! part four

— starstruck au!

series masterlist, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten

IN WHICH you go to the beach with camilla, ashlyn and big red, but can’t seem to get away from ricky bowen.

WARNINGS swearing

NOTES i don’t love this chapter but it’s okayy:) hope everyone’s enjoying so far!

(y/n) - your name

text dividers from @writeyourmindaway !!

lowercase intended.

“c’mon! ashlyn left so long ago, now is the perfect tanning time,” camilla groaned, trying to get you to move faster. you rolled your eyes and stuffed another waterbottle into your bag.

“i’m sorry i’m trying to make sure we’re prepared,” you said, moving towards the pantry to grab some snacks. camilla sighed, jumping up to sit on the counter.

“we’re going to the beach, not on a camping trip.”

you scoffed and zipped up your bag. “alright fine. let’s go.”

camilla mumbled a ‘finally’ under her breath and the two of you said goodbye to your family and left. the drive to vienna beach was almost an hour and camilla barely spoke to you, instead she sang along to the music on the radio and turned it up to almost full volume whenever one of ricky’s songs came on.

eventually, you arrived at the beach and spotted ashlyn and big red right away. ashlyn was reading and big red was attempting to build some sort of sandcastle. camilla got out of the car and ran down the beach towards them right away, but you got out at a normal pace, making sure you had everything. as you made your way over, you noticed a familiar hat sitting in a adirondack chair, facing the water. you raised your eyebrows, debating whether or not you should go talk to him. you looked over at camilla and saw her already laying back and tanning. ashlyn was focused on her book and big red his sandcastle. you sighed and made your way over to the adirondack chairs, and sat in the empty on next to him.

“beautiful day isn’t it,” you said casually. ricky has his head down so his hat covered his face and sunglasses on he couldn’t be recognized. he didn’t reply. you relaxed back into your chair, watching the people in the water.

“maybe go for a swim. do some tanning,” ricky shifted in his seat and you looked over at him. “oh, were you sleeping?”

he shook his head. you nodded and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen from your bag. you tossed it onto his chest. he jumped at the impact.

“good. you should put some sunscreen on, then. don’t want to be sunburnt if the press sees you here,” you said. ricky looked over at you and laughed.

“(y/n),” he said, taking off his sunglasses.

“the one and only.”

“how’d you know it was me?”

you sat back in your chair. “the hat.” ricky hummed.

“yeah, pretty distinguishable hat.”

“i’d say so,” you paused. “what are you doing here, ricky? why didn’t you just go home?”

“i tried. big vans with big cameras sitting right outside of my driveway. like usual,” ricky sighed. you looked over at him. he looked tired.

“i’m sorry.”

he put on a small smile and looked over at you. “it’s okay. it’s what i signed up for, i guess.”

“still unfair. you should be able to go home without having to worry about people seeing you and hurting your career.”

“hm. yeah,” ricky said. “why are you here? aren’t there closer beaches to glendale?”

“ashlyn and big red wanted to come here, so cam and i met them here.”

“big red and ashlyn are here?” ricky asked. you nodded and pointed over to them. he nodded.

“i didn’t even realize they were here.”

you laughed. “you would be an awful detective, bowen.”

“you’re very right,” ricky laughed. “i should get going. just gotta get it over with.”

“why don’t you take my car?” you suggested. “drive it back to your house and make sure the coast is clear. then come back and trade back?”

“you sure? it’d take probably two hours.”

you shrugged. “we just got here, and camilla likes to tan for a long time. besides, ashlyn and big red drove seperate. if all else fails, we can just ride home with them.”

“okay. perfect,” he said. he put his sunglasses back on and stood up. “i’ll owe you one.”

“yes you will,” you laughed and stood up. “stay here. i’ll go grab the keys from cam.”

“can’t i go with? say hi to ashlyn and big red?”

you shook your head. “you shouldn’t draw attention to yourself. and if camilla sees you... trust me. it’d be best you stayed here.”

ricky nodded and you walked down the beach towards where camilla was. ashlyn looked up and smiled at you as you came over.

“hey (y/n). where have you been?”

you pointed over to the adirondack chairs. “sat over there for a bit. i just have to grab the keys from cam, gotta grab something from the car.”

“alright. come back quick so you can talk to red,” she said. you nodded and grabbed the keys from camilla’s back. she didn’t even look up.

you made your way back to ricky and the two of you went to the parking lot. you approached the bright pink car that belonged to your grandma and presented it to him like it was the most impressive thing.

“and here it is!” you opened your arms to show it to him and he raised his eyebrows.

“it’s definitely... a car.”

you laughed and handed him the car keys. “damn right it is. enjoy.”

ricky started walking towards the car, but when he looked to his right he noticed something that made him duck down in front of the car. you looked, and someone was standing there with a camera, staring right at you and ricky. you ducked down next to him.

“do you think they saw you?” you asked. ricky shrugged.

“no idea. c’mon. get in the car,” he said, crawling towards the drivers side. you followed his lead and crawled to the passenger door and opened it, slipping in quickly. ricky sinks down in his seat, letting his hat cover most of his face. he hands you his sunglasses.

“here. wear these and sink down a bit in your seat.” you did what he said and he pulled out of the parking spot. the person with the camera looked at you, paused, then turned away, looking around the rest of the beach. you turned in your seat and watched the person get farther away as you drove away from the beach. you turned back around and ricky sighed in relief.

“i don’t think they saw us,” he said. “thank god.”

“where are we going now?” you asked. ricky shrugged.

“we should probably just stall for a little while. make sure anyone who did see us is gone. we could go sight seeing or something. what have you seen in california so far?”

“nothing, really. been too busy following you around, remember?” ricky looked at you with a smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes. “with my sister.”

“yeah, sure. i’ll show you some places you can’t leave here without seeing. deal?”

“deal.”

he reached his hand out. “can i have my sunglasses back?”

“hm,” you adjusted the sunglasses on your face. “i kinda wanna keep them.”

“i’ll give them to you. later,” he kept his hand out, wiggling his fingers to tell you to give him the glasses.

“you better. it is almost christmas, you know. get in the christmas spirit, bowen.”

ricky laughed and you put the glasses in his hands. he thanked you and put them on. you looked around outside.

“where are you taking me first?”

“only the most exciting place you have to go. santa monica pier,” he said. you smiled.

“interesting. wouldn’t it be kinda busy there, though?”

ricky shrugged. “maybe. it’ll be fine. no one recognized me at the beach.”

“except for that one girl.”

“she probably didn’t actually recognize me. we’ll be fine. it’ll be fun.”

he was right. it was fun.

you spent over an hour at the pier, going around to the different shops and riding rides. anytime someone gave ricky a second look, you stood in between ricky and that person and ricky turned away. as far as you could tell, no one knew it was ricky. before you left you split a funnel cake, and ricky got the powdered sugar all over.

as you were driving down the street, trying to figure out where to go next, you noticed a black truck driving behind you. you found it sort of weird, but you shook it off. but, a few minutes later, you looked, and it was still there. at this point you were on a pretty much deserted street.

“ricky,” you said carefully. “i think someone is following us.”

“hm?” ricky looked through the rear view mirror and saw the truck. “what the hell?”

you opened the glove compartment and found a map that your grandma always kept in there. opening it and finding where you are, you noticed side streets that you could turn onto.

“few feet ahead, first street on your left. turn there.”

ricky looked over at you. “you sure?”

“positive.”

he turned onto the dirt road and the truck sped past. ricky watched it through the rearview mirror and grinned.

“good call. we lost him,” ricky said gratefully. “but... are we sure this is a real street?”

“now that you say that... not entirely?” you said, smiling at ricky sheepishly. “sorry. you could probably just turn around up here.”

“sure thing,” ricky turned the wheel to try to turn, but the car didn’t move. he scrunched his eyebrows and pushed on the gas harder, but the car didn’t budge. he gave you a worried look and you stuck your head out the window, only to see that your car was stuck in a huge mud puddle.

“we’re stuck,” you said nervously. ricky rubbed his forehead.

“okay. alright. we can get out through the window and push.”

you unbuckled and started to crawl out the window. halfway out the window, you realized the mud was getting closer.

“ricky! i think we’re sinking!” you exclaimed nervously. he looked down at the mud and his eyes widened.

“yeah, i think you’re right! just... get on top of the car.”

both of you managed to pull yourselves to the roof of the car, but as you stood on top of the half sunken car, you realized you were as stuck as the car was.

“how do we get out of here?” ricky asked. you looked around and pointed at a branch.

“use the branch as a bridge?”

he considered it. “yeah. that’s our best bet. i’ll go first, make sure it’s stable.”

you threw your bag onto dry land before you switched places with him on top of the car and he put a foot onto the branch. he bounced his foot to judge the stability, and once he deemed it sturdy, he brought his whole body over.

“here, give me your hand,” he reached his hand out to you and you took it, reaching your foot over. as you tried to pull yourself onto the branch, your foot slipped and you fell backwards, straight into the watery mud. still holding ricky’s hand, he fell back with you into the mud.

“grab the branch!” ricky said, and you both pulled yourselves onto the dry land. you groaned in disgust as you stood up.

“are you okay?” he asked you, concern on his face. you nodded.

“i’m fine. you?”

“mhm. i’m okay. can’t say the same thing for your grandmas car, though...”

you looked at the pink car, the front half of it completely sunk in the mud. you rubbed your face.

“my parents are going to kill me.”

“i can talk to them, if you want. or pay for it. or both,” ricky offered. you shook your head and picked up your bag.

“no... no it’s fine. you shouldn’t... you don’t want to risk losing this role. i’ll figure it out.”

he looked at you, trying to read your expression, but nodded. he offered his hand to you.

“c’mon. let’s head back to the beach.”

[infinitegalahad]

so i’ve been having a lot of brainrot lately but…this is been my main brainrot. ladies, gays, and theys may i present my winnix x parent trap au madness! (sorry if this has been done before!)

it’s 1986 in aldbourne, england. Lewis Nixon, a journalist for the new york times and dick winters, a history professor at F&M elope after spending the summer together traveling europe. shortly after having both of there daughters, the two divorce and each have sold custody. lew gets annie, and dick gets maggie.

thirteen years later, annie and maggie get sent to the same camp in maine. the girls fence and HATE eachother and start pulling pranks. annie thinks maggie is a country bumpkin and maggie thinks annie is one of those arrangtont, spoiled, rich girls from new york. one prank goes too far, and both of the girls are led to live in the isolation cabin. with this time alone, they grow closer. they both learn that they love oreo’s and peanut butter (they served it at the wedding since lew knew how much dick loves them), they both play poker (lew’s fav), and both of them only have one parent and we’re born on the same day. annie, being just like miss nixon’s baby boy, puts the pieces together that they are twins! so they create a plan. they will swap places. annie will go to lancaster with dick, and maggie will go to new york city with lew. after some piercings, haircuts, and learning, the girls switch!

so annie meets dick at the airport. also i forgot to mention that maggie always wears the leather paratrooper’s jacket since her dad gives it to her as a memory. annie starts crying when she meets dick bc he’s so kind, and he finally looks like her. dick takes her to there little farm in lancaster and they go horseback riding, they bake pies, hiking, etc. since annie is a city girl, she isn’t used to all of this and almost slips by saying “europe is better then this!” and dick just chuckles. because she sounds a lot like lew but he doesn’t catch onto it. so annie starts asking since she feels like dick is really lonely, except for his dog and farmer’s hand, kitty. mEANWHILEEEE

so maggie goes to new york and meets harry, lew’s best friend and butler, at the airport. harry is maggie/annie’s bestie and is like “sweet pea!” and they have there little handshake and it’s SO cute. so anyways maggie meets lew and she is so HAPPY. also forgot to mention maggie cut her hair since annie had short hair and pierced her ears and lew is like “i love the new look!” and then he takes her shopping for new accessories bc king shit. so they go out to dinner and then maggie has to meet lew’s new girlfriend, kathy. who hates dog’s, children, AND wants lew for the money. maggie is like “oh shit we GOTTA stop this” so they come up with a plan!

kitty is growing suspicious of annie’s behavior, and they talk, and kitty nearly cried bc she is a proud aunt. harry finds out about maggie and they go on a long walk. the two girls hatch a plan. maggie is going to confess to lew about her true identity but doesn’t because she see’s her dad drunk, and all sad, and backs out. annie decides to tell dick and dick is just. best dad in the world about it. annie tells dick that nixon wants to switch the girls in boston, and kitty and harry come along. oh and kathy😫 and BOTH OF THERE DOGS. dick’s collie and lew’s terrier, who i do not know to name. up for suggestions tho! ANYWAYS

that same weekend, kathy, nix, harry, and maggie travel to this hotel in boston to plan for the wedding. same weekend, dick, kitty, and annie go to the same hotel. lew see’s dick in the pool and is heartstruck and falls into the pool and they both learn that the girls tricked them into this. meanwhile, harry is in a speedo and kitty falls in love with him. the girls decide to recreate the night that both of the men met in the subhurbs of boston and even rent a little cabin for them, but they fail to rekindle the relationship bc dick won’t be with lew due to alcohol issues, and lew won’t be with dick until he stops repressing his emotions. the twins are like “FUCK” and plan a camping trip that everyone goes on. dick, lew, maggie, annie, and even kathy. one big family. it GOES ON

kathy keeps feeding nix alcohol so dick won’t want him, but nix finds this out, and says he’s gonna quit drinking and go to rehab for dick and the girls. so kathy shows her true colors and the wedding gets called off. back at the cabin, dick and lew walk around the park and talk about there spark. dick refalls in love with lew, but they choose it’s best if they go there separate ways. so dick and maggie go back to lancaster but annie and lew bet them there. lew is all like “flying is faster” and he says he’ll change for dick. they kiss and make up and it’s a big happy family!

the prologue is that the girls both stay with dick while nix is in rehab. the story ends with nix coming back to the farm and nix is like “am i going the right way?” and dick is like “yes you are” and big family hug and FIREWORKS BOOM

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calamitous love and insurmountable grief - part ii

Pairing: Ezra x female!reader

a/n: this has no summary, but trust me, okay? if you read part one then you’re good!!

warnings:  angst, sexual themes (+18), miscarriage mentions, nightmares, kisses (is that a warning?), this is all over the place, plot????? we don’t have one just fluff and hurt/comfort, goodbye

word count: 3.0k

part i | masterlist

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What wakes you in the dead of night isn't the summer heat or the chill night breeze. It isn't the agonizing feeling of sweat dripping down your back, making your nightgown sticky against your skin like most summer nights. What wakes you is the whimper Ezra lets out in his sleep. What wakes you are the cries and whimpers as the calls for your name in a desperate voice. When you look at him, moonlight brightening his face, he's covered in a cold sweat, a crease between his brows, pale skin and an tormenting expression on his face.

“Hey”, you mumble gently, a hand reaching to cup his cheek, “Ez, wake up.”

He shudders in his sleep, the frown on his forehead deepening.

“You're okay”, you whisper. He mumbles your name, “I'm right here, my moon and stars. I'm right beside you.”

When he snaps his eyes open, you see the pain in them for a split of a second before grief takes over them. His hand immediately finds your waist as he pulls you closer, burying his face on your chest. The sobs shake your body as well as his when he cries, tears wetting your nightgown, but you don't mind. You really don’t.

“Shh, you're okay", you coo at him, scratching his scalp slightly, “It’s over now, it was just a dream. You're here with me.”

Ezra clutches your clothes tightly, searching for support, something that will always keep him in the present. It's you he searches every time. He spends several minutes weeping on you, holding your warm body close to him. When his sobs turn into silent tears, you still hold him like your life depends on it. A few moments later, he pulls away, eyes red and watery, face scrunched in sadness.

“Forgive me, Moonlight,” his voice is rough as he says, “I must look like a child.”

You smile at him, “Don't apologize. You're no child.”

He closes his eyes, shaking his head, “I feel like one. Having terrible nightmares just to wake up and cry on the breast of a woman.”

A soft laugh escapes your lips, but his expression remains the same. You know he wants to talk about it, he does every night. And every night, it's the same dream.

“The usual?” You ask hesitantly, afraid he’ll crumble again.

“Yes,” He breathes, “But– But this time I– I couldn’t– I didn’t return and–” You see tears watering his eyes once more. His voice breaks when he speaks, weak and tired, “Moonlight, please forgive me for leaving, I– I shouldn't have... I'm so sorry.”

“Ezra,” you call him softly, “You're already forgiven.” You grab his hands and press your lips on his knuckles, “There's no remorse. There never was.”

He looks at you with a frown between his brows and let's a breath escape his lips, “But… If I hadn't–”

“No what ifs.” You interrupt him, knowing where this conversation is going, “It would have happened if you stayed too.”

“How can you know that?”

“How can you not?” You smile, “Ez, everything happens the way it's supposed to happen. No use to keep thinking about different outcomes, right? You're here now and that's all that matters to me.”

Ezra blames himself for your miscarriage, claiming that if he had stayed, if he hadn’t left to the Green Moon, he would’ve taken care of you and you wouldn’t have lost his child. Despite assuring him you didn’t think he was to blame for it and telling him he couldn’t possibly know what was going to happen, sometimes you still catch him by the kid’s grave. Sometimes he just stands there, staring at the flowers and the rocks and the little cross you put up there. Sometimes he’s in silence, sometimes you hear him mumbling incoherently. Apologizing to his son. Either way, you know he’s still grieving. Somehow, so are you.

The decision of not having any more children came from you, even though you know he wanted to try again. He mentioned the night he came back, but you told him you didn’t want it. Truth be told, you’re scared. You’re scared of losing a child again, and you’re scared of having one. If it happens, it happens, but it’s not in your plans. Ezra on the other hand… Sometimes you wonder if you’re too much of a coward, or if you’re too cruel to your boyfriend. Ezra always makes sure you know the decision is yours, but seeing him blaming himself makes you feel a little guilty.

“What would I do without you, Stardust?” He whispers, nestling himself against your neck like a stray cat experiencing affection for the first time.

“You’d be lost.” You tease, feeling his smile on your skin, “Go back to sleep, my moon and stars. I'll be right here.”

Despite the hot summer night, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms, not minding the heat and the sweat on your bodies.

…

Before Cee left to pursue her writer career, she asked how you and Ezra met. You remember that cold night, she was helping you to make the soup you were preparing for dinner. Ezra was cutting some bread to make toast and laughed when the question was voiced.

“Just like you, Little Bird,” he said, “this one tried to kill me.”

“Hey!” You exclaim, but smile at his reply, “That’s not how I remember it.”

“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows and nodded so you would tell the story.

“Alright, yes, I tried to kill him.” You admit as you looked back at Cee, “But to be fair, it was only after shit hit the fan.” A shrug of a shoulder made her laugh softly, encouraging you to keep telling her the tale, “I was recruited as an engineer to an expedition to a godforsaken planet, along with several miners–”

“Prospectors.” Ezra interrupted you.

“Prospectors.” You repeated, rolling your eyes, but mouthed the word ‘miners’ to Cee, making her smile as she leaned on the counter, “Anyway, I was told I was hired as an emergency mechanic, as in someone to fix the drop pod if something went wrong with it. So I didn’t have to do much except keep an eye on it. The trip was fairly okay in the first few days. But you know how men and their greed are. Someone” You looked back at Ezra, giving him a knowing look, “found a whole mine of Akagartite - a very rare mineral at the time - and kept it a secret and then someone else found out about it and then words flew and throwers were drawn and people were killed, and I had to run. As the only woman at the camp, I had to protect myself. So I hid in the woods for days, until he found me and immediately pulled his knife out.”

“Only because you pulled yours first!” He argued, laughing at your offended tone.

“I was scared!” You argued harder as he approached you, adoring eyes set on you.

“Yeah, you were.” His voice was softer now, his hand searched yours to pull it towards him and press his lips against the back of it, “I never did you any harm, as I promised.”

You smiled at him, ready to give him another comeback, but Cee spoke first. She was quiet as you told the story, deep in her own thoughts.

“Wait, so you’re not a prospector?”

“I was for a moment. Ez taught me everything I know, but in the end I’m just a mechanical engineer.”

She nodded, seeming to think for a minute, but didn’t ask further. At the time, you had shrugged it off, but a few days later, she came to you, showing an ad on her datapad.

“I just bought this,” she told you, “Can you fix it?”

You looked at it and then back at her. A moment of silence hung in the air until you realized what she meant.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “It could take a while, but… yeah, I can.”

When Cee was accepted to study in one of the best universities on the planet of Argo, you beamed with happiness for her. You still remember the night she told you about it, reluctant to tell Ezra, reluctant to leave him. To leave you both. But he laughed in joy when she told him, hugged her tight, telling her he knew she would go far.

The day she left, your heart clenched with sadness at the look they shared. It was after you hugged her tight, begging for her to visit when she could. Ezra hugged her as well, although their hug lasted longer, and they looked at each other as if they were sharing an inside joke. After that, she gave you a knowing look, which you returned with a nod.

You would keep your promise.

…

Ezra finds you sitting at the kitchen table when he returns from a grocery shop run one evening. Something is wrapped in a silk fabric, but he only looks at your concerned face as he approaches you carefully.

“Moonlight?” He calls you by the nickname he gave you so long ago, “What’s wrong?”

You hesitate. Admitting it to yourself is something. But to him? Harder than you thought.

“I haven’t been honest with you,” you finally whisper, voice full of reluctancy. You wait for him to put the groceries on the counter and sit across you to continue, “I, uh… I know I said I didn’t want to try for another baby, but… I-I– The truth is that I– I’m just scared…” Tears start to roll down your cheeks, “I'm scared of losing it and– I'm scared of having it. And I– I know how much you want a child, don't deny it. I'm sorry, Ezra, I'm sorry I'm a coward and I'm– I'm sorry for not giving you what you want.”

Ezra immediately stands up and falls to his knees, taking your hand in his with a strong grip, “My moonlight, you don't have to apologize–”

“But I do,” you argue, “You’ve been through hell and back only to come home to a coward woman who's afraid of having a fucking child.”

At that, he lets go of your hand and cups the side of your neck firmly, standing up to stay at your eye level.

“Listen to me, stardust,” he says, firmly, “You are the bravest woman I’ve ever met. And I know this because I know you better than anyone else. Don’t talk about yourself like that.” Ezra touches his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and letting a shaky breath out, “And if you’re not ready, my moonlight, I will wait. I will wait months and years for the day you realize you’re not scared anymore.”

“And what if that day never comes?” The tremble in your voice lets him know you’re still crying.

“If it never comes, I will still be the happiest man in the universe.” He pulls away, smiling at you, “For I’ll always have you.”

At his words, your heart warms and all of fears are dissolved as you press your lips against his, the warmth of his embrace comforting you, giving you a familiar sensation only Ezra gives. You both stay like that for a moment before you let out a deep sigh, feeling lighter with your confession.

“I have something for you,” you say, gently backing away from him, and pushing the package towards him as he sits beside you.

Ezra releases your hand and carefully pulls at the fabric, revealing a bionic arm. His eyes widen at what he sees, the orbs dancing over the arm as if registering every detail of it in his memory. The arm is a dark grey, colored yellow on its knuckles. It doesn't have a strap to go around his shoulder, so he assumes it's one of those who have to fit perfectly to work.

“I’ve been working on it for quite some time and I-I wanted it to be a surprise, but–” you pause to breathe, watching his expression as he takes the arm and tests its weight on his hand, “We-we need to test it and–”

“How long have you been–” He breathes out and then looks at you, admiration all over on his face.

You hesitate, “Since before Cee left. She was the one who bought it, actually, in an online junkyard. She… She made me promise I’d fix it after she’d leave for school.”

“Moonlight, I–” Ezra tries to speak, but chokes on the lump that forms in his throat, his eyes watering.

Cee must've felt as guilty as him, after all, she was the one who shot him, which led to him losing his arm. But Ezra didn't blame her. He knew she was just a kid in the Green, trying to do her best to protect herself. He was just unfortunate to get in her way. Seeing the bionic arm and thinking about how much money the girl must have spent on it makes his heart warm, filled with tenderness.

Ezra breathes, wipes his eyes with the back of his hand as you stand up and approach him.

“Here.” You pull the sleeve of his shirt up, revealing his stump. Before you touch him further, you lean in and press a kiss on his cheek, “May I?”

He laughs softly, through tears, and nods. Watching you take the arm and observe it, looking for the on button, he smiles softly. A beautiful feeling grows inside his chest, filled with endearment and devotion for you. He watches as you frown slightly at the bionic arm, biting your lower lip, like you do when you're focused on something. Ezra loves you so much, sometimes he wonders how a man like him found someone like you. Even after everything you've been through, you never stopped loving him. Even after everything he's done, his worst sins confessed to you, you still love him with all your heart and soul.

“I tried my best to fix it,” you mumble, turning the arm on with a smile, “but I want to see if it'll fit on you.”

You fidget with the arm and try your best to fit it on his stump, your nervous fingers trembling a little as you slide it on him. The bionic arm lights to life and immediately you see its fingers move; the arm fits perfectly on Ezra, like it was meant to be.

“Moonlight–” Ezra says, moving the arm like it's his own, bending the elbow, wiggling the fingers, doing each and every movement he can.

“How do you feel?” 

“Strange…” He says, standing up and taking a look at himself through the living room mirror. The arm moves as he does like it was always there, like he never lost his own arm, “I can feel it… It’s like it’s a part of me.”

A smile splits your features as you watch him move around, testing it. Ezra starts touching things with it, taking the decorations from the room and holding it in the air, testing their weight and rubbing the robotic thumb over it. He smiles, laughing through unshed tears, his white teeth showing all the time.

You love that smile. Your heart warms with the sight and you can’t help to think Cee hit the bullseye, right on spot. You don't know how, but she knew exactly which size and kind of bionic arm to buy. Which reminds you that you have to send her a message, telling her plan was successful.

“Stardust.” Ezra’s beautiful voice interrupts your thoughts as he approaches you, “I think this might be the best thing that’s happened since I came back to you. You have my eternal gratitude.” He raises his bionic arm and hesitates to touch your cheek, but you encourage him with a nod. When you feel the fingertips on your skin, shivers run down your spine and you tremble a bit, laughing softly.

“It was all Cee.” Your voice is nothing but a whisper.

“But it was you as well,” he murmurs, looking at you through hooded eyes. You know that look very well. He hooks the hand on the back of your neck and pulls you closer, pressing his lips on yours and cupping your other cheek with his other hand.

Closing your eyes, you sigh on his lips, melting into his touch. Ezra starts walking you to the nearest surface, deepening the kiss and moaning on your mouth. When your lower back touches the dinner table, he helps you to sit on it, pulling at the hem of your dress until it’s bunched up on the apex of your tights.

“Ezra…” You whimper when he starts trailing open mouthed kisses on your jawline and neck, his – now – hands squeezing the flesh of your hips so hard you know you’ll have bruises in the morning, but you don’t care. Not when he’s pressing himself against you, making that delicious friction between your legs and relieving a bit of the heat down there. It’s not enough, of course, so your hands fly to unbuckle his belt, shaking with excitement.

“My moonlight,” Ezra whispers all of a sudden, pulling away for a moment to look into your eyes, “Have I told you how much I love you?”

Affection flourishes in your chest and you give him a soft smile, cupping his cheeks and pressing a delicate kiss on his lips.

“Yes, my moon and stars,” you respond, “But you can tell me again.”

The smile he gives you is so beautiful it almost brings tears to your eyes.

“The biggest galaxy in the universe would be microscopic compared to my love for you,” he says softly, rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks, “I'm such a lucky man to have you by my side, sometimes I wonder if I’m dreaming you.”

“You’re not.” You smile at him, “I’m right here, Ezra. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Ezra brings his lips to yours once more, pulling your body even closer to his.

“Me neither, my sweet moonlight,” he mumbles on your skin, “Me neither.”

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Meeting and Dating Caroline Mulford

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- Caroline is the most popular girl in school who’s dating the most popular boy in school, everyone knows who she is, you included. But you’re practically invisible to people like her. You aren’t popular, you aren’t in their circle, the most you’ll get is a friendly wave/nod or an obligatory partnering for a project.

- That doesn’t stop you from having a crush on her ...like practically everyone else in the school. Yeah, you’ve been pining for the pretty blonde since your freshman year, but it isn’t really your fault is it? You could hardly even have a conversation with her, let alone admit you have a Sapphic crush on her. All you can do is pine.

- That all changes after one very special summer. You’d gone on a trip, gotten a bit more fashionable clothing, learned how to properly do your makeup and changed your hair; you’d even had a short fling and felt what it was like to be in a relationship. You were a new woman and it didn’t take long for people to notice.

- One of the popular boys invited you to join him and his friend group at their usual hangout spot, and you, feeling like you were in some sort of teen movie, obviously agreed. That was where she approached you.

- That's right: She approached you. Granted, she didn’t know who you were and actually started your conversation with a “You must be new! I’m Caroline.” as if you’d transferred schools but you didn’t correct her and more or less kept up the façade. You supposed you’d be a new woman in more ways than one.

- Though you did keep just about every other aspect of your life the same, you just let them think you hadn’t attended the school until now. Hey, if they didn’t recognize you that was their fault, right?

- Caroline liked you almost immediately though it was purely platonic. You were surprised to see just how sweet she was, even though you’d heard rumors and seen it for yourself on occasion. The two of you became friends that afternoon and you found yourself thrust into a life of popularity. One you only could have dreamed of until now.

- Now you’re being invited to parties and sitting at the popular table and going to the mall with Caroline; who you’re still practically obsessed with, and your life is practically perfect. You feel like you’re at the top of the world ...but then, you see her kiss Jake and you can feel yourself falling.

- You’d never realized how draining it would be to be up close. It was almost better to be far away from her, at least then you couldn’t be able to see the love shining in her eyes when she looked at him.

- Hell, you now babysat her brother while she went on dates with the boy.

- It was almost humorous, the duality of your popularity; everything could be so good and yet so bad at the same time.

- Finally, everything changed after one of Jakes; or rather her, parties. She’d gotten absolutely plastered; as per usual, and you were the only one sober enough to make sure she didn’t die during the night.

- So there you were, trying to pull drinks out of her hand and guiding her to a couch as she pawed all over you and her surroundings, giggling and stumbling the entire way there.

- Pretty much everyone had left the boys house, leaving a mess in their wake. All except you, who’d been waiting to see if Jake was going to deal with the girl before you drove yourself home.

- As the two of you sat, she sighed and laid her head in your lap, gushing about how much she cared about and loved you. You sighed and told her you cared about her too, brushing the hair from your face exasperatedly.

“No, not like that. I love, love, loveeee you.” She insisted.

- You thought nothing of it, giving her a “yep, yeah I know.” before you felt her hands on your face. Before you knew it, she’d pulled your face down and pressed her lips to yours, causing you to freeze in place.

- You quickly pulled away and shifted her out of your lap, telling her that you needed to get her home and that she was drunk. Fuck Jake. You’d deal with her this time whether he liked it or not.

- So you heaved her up and got her in your car, getting ready to drive her home before she nearly made you crash said car and insisted that you pull over. She was lucid for all of five minutes before she wound up passed out in your backseat with you. You soon followed suit and fell asleep clutching your keys and jacket.

- When you woke up in the morning, the two of you had a nice, awkward talk about what happened and she admitted that she had feelings for you and you for her. You told her that if anything was gonna happen, she’d have to break up with Jake which she agreed to.

- The two of you had your first date later that day. You went to a nice Waffle House to help with her wicked hangover and when you got back inside your car, she leaned over and gave you a real kiss to make up for the one she’d drunkenly stolen the night prior.

- And just like that, things were messily made perfect.

- Most people just think that you’re close friends so the two of you can get away with some pda; though you obviously aren’t really able to kiss in public. Regardless, even if she can’t show people that you’re a couple, she’s going to make it obvious; in one way or another, that you’re off limits. 

- Long hugs. 

- Handholding or your arm around her shoulders and her arm around your waist; or vice versa depending on your height. 

- Corner of the mouth kisses. 

- Deep, soft kisses. 

- Slow makeouts. 

- Hair petting. It’s a habit of hers. 

- There’s quite a bit of snuggling in your relationship. She likes laying her head on your shoulder or chest whenever you do, tracing patterns on your shirt while you wrap your arms around her.

- As we all know, Caroline's little brother is deaf so one can assume that she’s a bit attention starved at home. So, on that note, she always wants to be the center of your attention. God forbid you have homework to do; she’ll bother you until you take a break and give her what she wants.

- She usually just calls you some cutesy form of your given name or honey, maybe hun or babe when you’re out in public since girls can call their friends those. 

- Her parents don’t seem to be uptight in the slightest so you’re usually allowed to stay out for a long time and pretty much do whatever you want.

- Going to parties.

- Taking care of her at parties.

- Staying up until the early morning and watching the sunrise, usually while you’re both a little tipsy.

- Picnics.

- Beach dates.

- Almost always walking to class together. You’ll usually end up carrying her books because she’s a bit of a princess.

- Copying each others school and homework. If you can’t cheat off your partner, are you even dating?

- Taking photos together and of each other. She’ll take offense if you don’t have a picture of her framed on your nightstand.

- Please give her gifts; she loves them so much. You’ll never see her smile wider.

- Her asking you to get her things. She’s the girlfriend who calls you over just to ask you to go and grab her something from somewhere; usually with a cutesy little smile and a please.

- She wouldn’t be caught dead riding the bus and she sort of hates to drive so you usually end up driving her wherever she wants; or at least to and from school.

- Honestly talking about which movie stars you think are hot and would be obligated to marry if they asked.

- Going to the mall. It’s her favorite place.

- Helping her zip herself into dresses or pick things out when the two of you go shopping. She always asks you a million questions before she actually buys something.

- Popularity is pretty important to her so she’ll want the two of you to look your best when you’re out together. If you’re less stylish than her, she’s gonna wanna make you over.

- Doing each other’s nails.

- Laughing and cursing at each other as you do beauty rituals. You always have a lot of fun when you’re putting on face masks or cutting each other’s hair, etc.

- She pretty much lives at your house at this point. She comes over nearly everyday and spends more time in your room than her own.

- She becomes a part of your family whether or not your parents know that the two of you are dating. They either accept her as your girlfriend or just assume that you’re really close friends. The same goes for her family.

- I feel like she has the type of family that packs everyone up and takes them camping at least once a year so ...wanna go camping with her?

- Festive holidays. Her family probably goes skiing every winter and are really into the holidays and you; being her best friend tm, are always invited to join them.

- Staying over while she babysits her little brother. The little dude likes you a lot.

- It’s pretty funny to watch her go from her popular, cutesy teenage girl self to a mature, protective woman when she’s with her little brother. She’ll be batting her eyelashes at you one minute and doing sign language and/or watching her little brother like a hawk the next.

- She’s sort of oblivious when you’re upset and not the most considerate of your feelings but she’s trying to be better.

- That being said, she’s able to be reassuring and comforting when she realizes that she needs to be. She’s even sweeter and smarter than everyone in your school anticipated.

- She’s a bit paranoid when it comes to you and other girls so she’s definitely a pretty jealous person. She’ll usually sit in your lap; when she can, to make it clear that you’re a couple, plastering on a fake smile and greeting the other person like she hadn’t seen them there.

- She’ll later; bluntly, confront you about it, and will take your word for it but she’ll occasionally threaten the fact that she can easily find someone else.

- You’re the one who has to be protective, considering the fact that she tries to kill herself every other weekend.

- The two of you have quite a few short arguments but they’re rarely ever serious. You tend to settle them fairly quickly so you rarely ever have a “we’re in a fight” moment with your mutual friends.

- She usually tries to use cuteness to win you over; if you’re really fighting, or just concedes mid argument and accepts what you’ve said after a bit of convincing. She’ll give a real apology if her cute face doesn’t work but she’d prefer not having to do so.

- She tells you that she loves you fairly often; particularly when she’s drunk.

- She’s pretty fond of talking about the future. She makes it very obvious that’s she’s planning on staying with you for the rest of her life and it always warms your heart to hear it.

[leafsbabe]

love you - Nolan Patrick and Travis Konecny

You were in the middle of setting up your sleeping bags when Nolan’s laugh made its way into your ear. While he prefered to keep up a stoic front for the media you’ve come to be spoiled by it in private during the last few months. Suddenly Travis’ laugh joined Nolan’s and you couldn’t help but smile more. Curious as to what made them laugh so hard you stuck your head out of the big tent you had brought along to look at your two boys. Nolan was sitting on his butt behind one of the logs surrounding the fireplace. He was curled up, laughing full force, his cheeks tinted a dark red and an expression full of joy.

Travis on the other hand was laying close to the water, his cargo shorts tangled around his legs and his face full off mud, laughing so hard tears left tracks through it. The entire scene was too funny for you to not join in on their laughter. Once the three of you calmed down they explained the situation to you. Nols wanted to start a fire for dinner whereas Teeks thought that going skinny dipping would be a great afternoon activity. Only he slipped still half clothed and fell face first into mud which caused Nolan to laugh so hard he fell over the log on the ground.

Since Travis had to take a dip to clean up anyway you decided that skinny dipping sounded like a nice thing to do, both to cool down from the summer heat and tease your boys a little. Without any hesitation you pulled your dress over your head, grinning to yourself when their looks automatically went to your nearly naked body.

“Last one in the water has to cook dinner tonight!” You laughed as you pulled your underwear down and took of into the lake.

Travis and Nolan where both yelling behind you but instead of listening to their bickering you simple dipped your head under water, drowning out the noise. When you ran out of breath you come up again, wet hair clinging to your body, seeing TK and Nolan watching you closely. Their eyes ran up and down your partially hidden figure.

it was Travis that broke the silence. “Nolan was last.” He said, eyes still fixated on where your breast breaching the surface.

“Okay so Nolan has to cook.” You smiled at them before splashing them directly in the face.

Of course they retaliated and before you knew it you had a full on water fight until two strong arms wrapped around your body and pulled you against a warm hard body. Grinning you spun around, planting a big fat smooch on whichever man had managed to grab you. From the kiss alone you immediately knew it was Nolan. One of his hands went up to your jaw, moving your chin up a bit so he could deepen the kiss while his other arm pulled you tighter against him. You got lost in the feeling of him and the way he slowly moved his thigh between your legs, giving you something to grind against.

A cold swall of watered covered you both, causing you to pull away in a shriek. TK stood a few feet away, a smug little smile on his face. “I thought Patty was supposed to go make dinner?”

Sighing Nolan pulled away from you but not before he gave you one last kiss. On his way out of the lake he splashed the grinning Travis, who only began to smile harder.

“I’m sorry baby,” he said, sliding into the spot Nolan had vacated, “I know he got you all hot and then had to leave but I’m here to help,” It was kind of a dick move but both of them were hot as fuck so you didn’t hold a grudge. You let TK pull you close and run his hands over your body. The lake water was cool enough to make your nipples harden on your chest and his gaze immediately drops to them again. Whereas Nolan kept his hands on your waist to help you grind against him Travis lets his roam free. Just a gentle touch all over before He touches your core. His finger feels wonderfully warm against your clit before they wander towards your fold and in your head you’re screaming ‘do it’ only for him to move on with nothing more than a teasing touch.

His hands wandered down your thighs before he grabbed your ass and lifting you up up high for you to wrap your legs around his waist. The water made it easier for TK to hold you up, one arm below your butt and the other one reaching up to run his fingers along the outline of your now exposed breast. More of your upper body was outside of the water now and the slight wind caused goosebumps to form across your skin. You knew exactly why he had lifted you up.

The TK’s mouth on your cheat was overwhelming. He didn’t play around, just sucked one of your nipples into his mouth and engulfed the hard nub with warmth. His tongue toyed with it for a moment before Nolan’s voice rang around the campsite. “Dinner’s ready.”

Travis playfully lightly bit down on your nipple making you squeal in surprise before he moved to put you back down. “Way to ruin the moment, Patso.”

“Don’t pout asshole, you did the same.” Came the reply.

The two of you left the water to join Nolan for dinner. Still feeling very much in the mood you didn’t bother to change back into the clothes you wore before, instead choosing to steal one of the guys hoodies in the tent and your sleep shorts. Wrapping your wet hair in a towel you walked back out to find TK already sitting next to Nolan on the fireplace logs so you decided to plop down on the other side of him.

“What’s for dinner?” You asked. While you all did the shopping for your camping trip together there were still several options and the smell gave nothing away except that it was grilled over the fire.

Nolan handed you a plate already filled up. “Those weird sausages from that store TK likes and veggies. I made you some separately tho since i know you don’t like them.”

Knowing Nolan remembered made you feel warm inside. It was the small things in life.

“Oh and i got that soda from that one store hipster store you like, it’s in the cooler but i can get it for you if you want to.” You knew exactly what store he meant but you also knew that it was across Philly and would have spent ages driving there just for your favorite soda. He would never admit to it out loud but you knew Patty was the biggest softie.

“Thank you Nolan,” You gave him a sweet soft kiss before leaning into his side, “You’re the best.”

On the other side of Nolan Travis stood up abruptly before walking to the cooler and coming back with your fancy hipster soda and two beers for himself and Nols. “See i can be sweet too. Nolan just got his dumb service kink or whatever.” He grumpily gave each of you your bottles.

“Oh Teeks,” you mumbled before pulling him to sit on your other side, essentially sandwiching yourself in between them. “You’re the best too, you don’t need to be jealous. Nolan just likes taking care of us and it’s very sweet of him to do so but that doesn’t make him a better part of this relationship than you and me, okay? We’re all equal.” Putting your plate down you pulled him into a hug once your lap was free again. He snuggled in for a moment before you felt Patty’s ong arms wrap around the two of you. He gave TK a giant smacking kiss on the head before mumbling “love you, asshole” to which Travis mumbled “love you too, bitch” back.

You finished dinner in peace. It was awesome and the seasoning and marinade on everything just pulled the entire meal together. You and TK quickly took care of the dishes since Nolan cooked for you earlier before you went and sat back down on the log and just watched the fire for a bit more. During the last few days you had talked a lot. Sharing childhood memories about going camping with friends or family. Telling each other of a close encounter with wildlife or bragging the size of fishes they had caught. It was sweet to just sit back and share stories and laugh together.

Before long you all decided to go to bed a bit earlier today. While you had stayed up late the days before and watched the stars in the sky, the hike you had undertaken earlier that day tired all three of you out so you made sure the fire would die down soon and then retreated back to your tent.

Your boys went all out when they had planned your trip and thankfully were able to borrow a giant tent from a teammate so all three of you fit in it comfortably. Instead of sleeping bags you just had a nice mat at the bottom and then the big summer blanket from your bed in Philly. Travis was already under it half asleep when you came back from brushing your teeth while Nolan still up putting his stuff back in the bags in the corner. Careful to not disturb Teeks you slid under the blanket and waited for Nolan to lie down as well. His large body laid down next to you and you immediately attached yourself to his side, turning so your back was to Travis. He used this opportunity to spoon up behind you, grinding his crotch against your ass just for good measure. With a sigh you rested your head on Nolan chest and closed your eyes, smiling softly when you felt TK reach over you to hold Patty’s hand while the three of you slept.

You woke to Travis very softly grinding something definitely not so soft against you. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes you waited for a moment before you heard his even breathing, confirming what you already thought. It wasn’t the first time TK grinded on you in his sleep and it would definitely not be the last. It was kinda cute that he couldn’t hold back from finding you so desirable, even in his sleep, but it woke the fire from yesterday in you again and now you wanted more.

Nolan was still asleep as well but he’d be easier to wake up. You trailed your hand over his chest, gently running your nails across his skin. When his breathing changed and you knew he was awake despite his still closed eyes your hand wandered down, gently touching him over his sweats. “Hmmmm, somebody’s in a good mood.” He mumbled, causing you to giggle quietly.

“I’m not the only one.” You whispered back, both meaning Travis who was still busy rutting against your butt and Nolan who was half hard under your hand.

He looked past you to Travis and what he was doing and instantly knew what your plan was. Nolan shimmied his sweats down under his butt to give you better access before bending down and taking your mouth in a soft and filthy kiss. You were still just petting at him, lightly teasing so the fun wouldn’t be over before Teeks could join. By turning more of your body and not just your attention to Nolan you were pushing your butt into Travis and his thrusts anyway so a bit of wiggling and pressing back surely wouldn’t hurt. You mind was racing, occupied by swallowing Nolan’s moans and continuing to tease him, and Travis who was so hot against your back, and the sheer amount of neediness you felt. It was almost like heaven when you felt Travis move behind you. You were so occupied by the situation that you had missed TK waking up until you felt his hand that had rested on the dip of your waist slide down into your sleep shorts and to your core. The feeling of his fingers touching your folds made you gasp, allerting Nols to the now awake Travis. His hand found it’s way to your jar, tilting your head just right so that he could kiss you again while TK’s skilled fingers carefully avoided your clit and instead began to explore your pussy. His hips stopped moving with intent and instead his focus was turned towards you.One of his fingers entered you and you couldn’t help but sigh against Nolan’s mouth. You had been craving the feeling of something inside you for hours so even one of his talented fingers made you feel slightly overwhelmed. You hand on Nolan’s dick stopped but he didn’t see to care, instead running his hands over your arms and body, under the hoodie you stole from them and to your breasts. As Travis gave you a second finger Nolan started playing with them. Pinching your nipples and grabbing your boobs in his big hands. The idea of the two of them just playing with you was one of your favorite fantasies but you needed more.

“Please.” You gasped out, desperate for anything they were willing to give you. Your eyes were closed in an attempt to hold yourself together but you knew that they were silently communicating above your head.

Nols moved your face a bit so you could look at him. “Do you want to suck me off while Teeks fucks you, love?” His tone was so gentle and sweet and you knew that even after everything if you didn’t say yes now they’d both immediately stop. But you needed it.

“Please.” You begged him, desperate for it.

It was quick work getting rid of your shorts and arranging your bodies. At first you whimpered when Travis removed his fingers but seconds later they were replaced by his dick and you couldn’t help but loudly moan. Finally.

It wasn’t the hard fucking you were expecting but rather both men decided to take their time. Travis trust into you languidly, trying to savour every moment and every moment not spent moaning Nolan was telling you how good your lips felt wrapped around his dick and gently petting your hair or playing with your breasts. They took their time playing with you.

“Baby,” Nolan began, causing you to glance up at him, “I’m about to come, okay? You do whatever you want, swallow or let me finish on you, or whatever you want. Fuck, you’re hot!” Feeling challenged you knew exactly what you wanted. You took him even deeper, desperate to make him finish and show him just how sweet and hot you could be for him. He moaned loudly and seconds later you could feel him pulsing on your tongue. You quickly swallowed everything before pulling off, pressing on last little kiss to his tip.

“I love you.” He breathlessly mumbled as he fell back, all his energy completely spent on you.

Behind you Travis took this as his sign that it was your turn now and gently helped you move over until your head was gently resting on Nols thighs while he doubled his efforts. His thrust gained power and he became fast and it was obvious he was chasing his own high but you knew he’d never allow himself to come first, always putting your pleasure before his. Fingers found your clit again and were seeing sparks.

When you came too again Nolan was wearing pants again but Travis was still holding himself above you. Sometimes after sex he liked to stay inside of you for a bit and just feel where you are connected. He was pressing small little kisses all over your shoulder.

“You okay?” Nolan asked from beside you, running his hands through your hair again. You smiled up at him before a yawn interrupted.

“Yeah, but now i’m tired again. What time’s it? Do we have to get up already?” TK grumbled against your skin again and and that moment you really wanted to go back to napping with him.

Nolan checked his phone real quick before turning his attention back on you. “It’s still early love. You can go back to sleep for a bit while i go make breakfast, okay?” His smile was soft and sleepy and once again you were overcome with nothing but sweet pure love for him.

“Okay. Love you.” You smiled before pursing your lips at him in an exaggerated way, silently asking for a kiss.

“Love you too.” Nolan bend down to press one against your mouth before getting up and leave the tent.”

Travis was still laying on top of you but you knew napping would be nicer in a different position.”Told you he has a service kink.” He grumbled as he shifted from you and back to your side.

You let out a little sigh when the movement caused him to slide out of you, already missing the feeling of his warmth stretching you out. “Come on,” You said, rolling to your side so you were spooned to his front like you were last night. “Can you put it in again?” Travis complied wordlessly, entering you again and pulling you closer with his arms around your waist.

You just took a second to enjoy the moment, one beautiful boy preparing coffee for you and another beautiful boy beside you in bed. You never truly understood what you did to deserve being loved by both of them but you wouldn’t change it for anything in this world. “I love you.” You whispered into the tent, behind you Travis was already snoring softly.

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 13: I Have Trust Issues But Okay

We spent two days on the Amtrak train, heading west through hills, over rivers, past amber waves of grain. We weren't attacked once, but I didn't relax. I felt that we were traveling around in a display case, being watched from above and maybe from below, that something was waiting for the right opportunity. We tried to keep a low profile because Percy and I's name and picture were splattered over the front pages of several East Coast newspapers. It seemed like when they saw me with Percy they realized me and my family are gone. The Trenton Register-News showed a photo taken by a tourist as we got off the Greyhound bus. Percy had a wild look in my eyes. His sword was a metallic blur in his hands. It might've been a baseball bat or a lacrosse stick. I was holding his hand with my knife on the other hand. The picture's caption read: Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson, wanted for questioning in the Long Island disappearance of his mother two weeks ago, is shown here fleeing from the bus where he accosted several elderly female passengers. The bus exploded on an east New Jersey roadside shortly after Jackson fled the scene. Based on eyewitness accounts, police believe the boy may be traveling with three teenage accomplices. It has been found out one of which is Y/N L/N, a twelve-year-old girl who went missing with her family during a trip. Percy Jackson's stepfather, Gabe Ugliano, has offered a cash reward for information leading to his capture.

"Don't worry," Annabeth told Percy. "Mortal police could never find us." But she didn't sound so sure. The rest of the day we spent alternately pacing the length of the train (because I had a really hard time sitting still) or looking out the windows. Calm Once, I spotted a family of centaurs galloping across a wheat field, bows at the ready, as they hunted lunch. The little boy centaur, who was the size of a second-grader on a pony, caught my eye and waved. I looked around the passenger car, the adult riders all had their faces buried in laptop computers or magazines, Percy and I saw an amazed look. Another time, toward evening, Percy said he saw something huge moving through the woods. He swore it was a lion, except that lions don't live wild in America, and it was the size of a Hummer, then it leaped through the trees and was gone. I told him he might have been seeing things and Annabeth agreed. Our reward money for returning Gladiola the poodle had only been enough to purchase tickets as far as Denver. We couldn't get berths in the sleeper car, so we dozed in our seats. My neck got stiff. I sat between Percy and Annabeth. Grover kept snoring and bleating and waking Percy up. Once, he shuffled around and his fake foot fell off. Annabeth and I had to stick it back on before any of the other passengers noticed. "So," Annabeth asked me, once we'd gotten Grover's sneaker readjusted. "Who wants Percy's help?" "What do you mean?" "You heard it too didn't you? When he was asleep just now, he mumbled, 'I won't help you.' Has he told you what he's dreaming about?" "Gossiping about me?" Percy yawned. "Pretty much everyone is. So I think we'll join." I said. "Annabeth wants to know about your dream. I could tell he was reluctant to say anything. It was the second time he'd dreamed about it. Then he finally told her. Annabeth was quiet for a long time. "If you think it's Hades, that doesn't sound like Hades. He always appears on a black throne, and he never laughs." She pointed out. "He offered my mother in trade. Who else could do that?" We could. If you bring us together we could trade. "What?" Percy and Annabeth looked at me in worry. "Something on my face? Is there something close?" "Y/N, you did it again." Percy said. "Did what?" "You... Talked. Differently. Like weirdly." "Your definition of weird doesn't describe me. I did nothing wrong. I haven't even given an in put on your topic. Which we should get back on." I don't know why I had no idea what they meant by me talking weirdly, but I felt like I should stay away from that topic. "I guess ... if he meant, 'Help me rise from the Underworld.' If he wants war with the Olympians. But why ask you to bring him the master bolt if he already has it?" She explained looking at me as if I was the one that needed convincing. I shook my head, wishing I knew the answer. I thought about what Grover had told me, that the Furies on the bus seemed to have been looking for something. Where is it? Where? Maybe Grover sensed my emotions. He snorted in his sleep, muttered something about vegetables, and turned his head. Percy readjusted Grover's cap so it covered his horns. "Percy, you can't barter with Hades. You know that, right? He's deceitful, heartless, and greedy. I don't care if his Kindly Ones weren't as aggressive this time-" "This time?" I asked. "You mean you've run into them before?" Her hand crept up to her necklace. She fingered a glazed white bead painted with the image of a pine tree, one of her clay end-of-summer tokens. "Let's just say I've got no love for the Lord of the Dead. You can't be tempted to make a deal for your mom." "What would you do if it was your dad?" "That's easy," she said. "I'd leave him to rot." "You're not serious?" Annabeth's gray eyes fixed on me. She wore the same expression she'd worn in the woods at camp, the moment she drew her sword against the hellhound. "My dad's resented me since the day I was born," she said. "He never wanted a baby. When he got me, he asked Athena to take me back and raise me on Olympus because he was too busy with his work. She wasn't happy about that. She told him heroes had to be raised by their mortal parent." "But how ... I mean, I guess you weren't born in a hospital...." "I appeared on my father's doorstep, in a golden cradle, carried down from Olympus by Zephyr the West Wind. You'd think my dad would remember that as a miracle, right? Like, maybe he'd take some digital photos or something. But he always talked about my arrival as if it were the most inconvenient thing that had ever happened to him. When I was five he got married and totally forgot about Athena. He got a 'regular' mortal wife, and had two 'regular' mortal kids, and tried to pretend I didn't exist." I stared out the train window. The lights of a sleeping town were drifting by. I wanted to make Annabeth feel better. I don't know but the only way I could think of was a hug. So I wrapped and arm around her shoulders. She stiffened unsure of what I'd done. "My parents, they loved me all the same. The closet I got to talking about Gods was when they thought me. Not a single hint was dropped about me being a halfblood. I mean if you count my grandma Hestia. Which I think is just named after the goddess. I mean yeah, you had a not so wonderful life... But at least you're who you are now." I smiled at her. Eying Percy I gave him a nod towards Annabeth telling him to comfort her since he'd started it anyway. "My mom married a really awful guy," he told her. "Grover said she did it to protect me, to hide me in the scent of a human family. Maybe that's what your dad was thinking." Annabeth kept worrying at her necklace. She was pinching the gold college ring that hung with the beads. It occurred to me that the ring must be her father's. I wondered why she wore it if she hated him so much. "He doesn't care about me," she said. "His wife-my stepmom-treated me like a freak. She wouldn't let me play with her children. My dad went along with her. Whenever something dangerous happened-you know, something with monsters-they would both look at me resentfully, like, 'How dare you put our family at risk.' Finally, I took the hint. I wasn't wanted. I ran away." "How old were you?" "Same age as when I started camp. Seven." "But ... you couldn't have gotten all the way to Half-Blood Hill by yourself." "Not alone, no. Athena watched over me, guided me toward help. I made a couple of unexpected friends who took care of me, for a short time, anyway." I wanted to ask what happened, but Annabeth seemed lost in sad memories. Luke had already told me some of these part where he went here with Annabeth and Thalia. So I gazed out the train windows as the dark fields of Ohio raced by. Toward the end of our second day on the train, June 13, eight days before the summer solstice, we passed through some golden hills and over the Mississippi River into St. Louis. Annabeth craned her neck to see the Gateway Arch, which looked to me like a huge shopping bag handle stuck on the city. "I want to do that," she sighed. "What?" I asked. "Build something like that. You ever see the Parthenon, Y/N?" "Only in pictures." "Someday, I'm going to see it in person. I'm going to build the greatest monument to the gods, ever. Something that'll last a thousand years." Percy laughed. "You? An architect?" Her cheeks flushed. "Yes, an architect. Athena expects her children to create things, not just tear them down, like a certain god of earthquakes I could mention." "Percy! I think she'll be incredible." I pinched his arm. We watched the churning brown water of the Mississippi below. I took Percy's hand in fear that the water would just grab me and drag me down. "Sorry," Annabeth said. "That was mean." I nudged Percy to apologize as well, "I didn't mean to make fun of you. I'm sorry." "Can't you two work together a little?" I pleaded. "I mean, didn't Athena and Poseidon ever cooperate?" Annabeth had to think about it. "I guess ... the chariot," she said tentatively. "My mom invented it, but Poseidon created horses out of the crests of waves. So they had to work together to make it complete." "Then you two can cooperate, too. Right?" We rode into the city, Annabeth watching as the Arch disappeared behind a hotel. "I suppose," she said at last. We pulled into the Amtrak station downtown. The intercom told us we'd have a three-hour layover before departing for Denver. Grover stretched. Before he was even fully awake, he said, "Food." "Come on, goat boy," Annabeth said. "Sightseeing." "Sightseeing?" "The Gateway Arch," she said. "This may be my only chance to ride to the top. Are you coming or not?" Grover, Percy and I exchanged looks. I wanted to say no, but seeing the stars in Annabeth's as she watched, she was too adorable to say no to. Grover shrugged. "As long as there's a snack bar without monsters." The Arch was about a mile from the train station. Late in the day the lines to get in weren't that long. We threaded our way through the underground museum, looking at covered wagons and other junk from the 1800s. It wasn't all that thrilling, but Annabeth kept telling us interesting facts about how the Arch was built, and Grover kept passing me jelly beans, so I was okay. I kept looking around, though, at the other people in line. "You smell anything?" Percy murmured to Grover. He took his nose out of the jelly-bean bag long enough to sniff. "Underground," he said distastefully. "Underground air always smells like monsters. Probably doesn't mean anything." I took a peek at my knife and saw there was a very weak glow, or maybe a sunlight reflection. Somewhere in between. "Guys," I said. "You know the gods' symbols of power?" Annabeth had been in the middle of reading about the construction equipment used to build the Arch, but she looked over. "Yeah?" "Well, Hade-" Grover cleared his throat. "We're in a public place.... You mean, our friend downstairs?" "Um, right," I said. "Our friend way downstairs. Doesn't he have a hat like Annabeth's?" "You mean the Helm of Darkness," Annabeth said. "Yeah, that's his symbol of power. I saw it next to his seat during the winter solstice council meeting." "He was there?" Percy asked. She nodded. "It's the only time he's allowed to visit Olympus-the darkest day of the year. But his helm is a lot more powerful than my invisibility hat, if what I've heard is true...." "It allows him to become darkness," Grover confirmed. "He can melt into shadow or pass through walls. He can't be touched, or seen, or heard. And he can radiate fear so intense it can drive you insane or stop your heart. Why do you think all rational creatures fear the dark?" "But then ... how do we know he's not here right now, watching us?" I asked. Annabeth and Grover exchanged looks. "We don't," Grover said. "Thanks, that makes me feel a lot better," Percy said. "Got any blue jelly beans left?" Someone else could be watching. Hades isn't the only one to blend in the shadow young vessel. But worry not, all in the darkness, shall be your ally. So Hades will also be my ally? As air and water refuse, land and all there is shall be your ally. Can't I be allies with all? Hades, Zeus, Poseidon. Everyone. The three of them looked at me in surprise. "Don't say their name!" Grover whispered loudly. "Whose name? I haven't said a name!" I could talk through you young vessel. Is this the first time this happened? How can you forget about our conversation? Talk through me? Who are you? I am one of which that'll make sure you become one with yourself. "Y/N!!" Percy yelled. "What? Geez, you're too loud." "We've been calling your name for three minutes." Annabeth said. "Are you... Okay?" "Yeah why wouldn't I be?" When the tiny elevator car came. We got shoehorned into the car with this big fat lady and her dog, a Chihuahua with a rhinestone collar. I figured maybe the dog was a seeing-eye Chihuahua, because none of the guards said a word about it. We started going up, inside the Arch. I'd never been in an elevator that went in a curve, and my stomach wasn't too happy about it. "No parents?" the fat lady asked us. She had beady eyes; pointy, coffee-stained teeth; a floppy denim hat, and a denim dress that bulged so much, she looked like a blue-jean blimp. "They're below," Annabeth told her. "Scared of heights." "Oh, the poor darlings." The Chihuahua growled. The woman said, "Now, now, sonny. Behave." The dog had beady eyes like its owner, intelligent and vicious. I said, "Sonny. Is that his name?" "No," the lady told me. She smiled, as if that cleared everything up. At the top of the Arch, the observation deck reminded me of a tin can with carpeting. Rows of tiny windows looked out over the city on one side and the river on the other. The view was okay, but if there's anything I like less than a confined space, it's a confined space six hundred feet in the air. I was ready to go pretty quick. I could see Percy was too. So I took his hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze to calm him down despite my breakdown. Annabeth kept talking about structural supports, and how she would've made the windows bigger, and designed a see-through floor. She probably could've stayed up there for hours, but the park ranger announced that the observation deck would be closing in a few minutes. I steered Annabeth while Percy with Grover, toward the exit, loaded them into the elevator, and we were about to get in myself when I realized there were already two other tourists inside. No room for me. The park ranger said, "Next car, sir." "We'll get out," Annabeth said. "We'll wait with you two." But that was going to mess everybody up and take even more time, so I said, "Naw, it's okay. We'll see you guys at the bottom. I'll keep an eye on him." Grover and Annabeth both looked nervous, but they let the elevator door slide shut. Their car disappeared down the ramp. Now the only people left on the observation deck were me, a little boy with his parents, the park ranger, and the fat lady with her Chihuahua. Percy and I smiled uneasily at the fat lady. She smiled back, her forked tongue flickering between her teeth. Wait a minute. Forked tongue? Before I could decide if I'd really seen that, her Chihuahua jumped down and started yapping at Percy. "Now, now, sonny," the lady said. "Does this look like a good time? We have all these nice people here." "Doggie!" said the little boy. "Look, a doggie!" His parents pulled him back. The Chihuahua bared his teeth at me, foam dripping from his black lips. "Well, son," the fat lady sighed. "If you insist." Ice started forming in my stomach. "Urn, did you just call that Chihuahua your son?" "Chimera, dear," the fat lady corrected. "Not a Chihuahua. It's an easy mistake to make." She rolled up her denim sleeves, revealing that the skin of her arms was scaly and green. When she smiled, I saw that her teeth were fangs. The pupils of her eyes were sideways slits, like a reptile's. The Chihuahua barked louder, and with each bark, it grew. First to the size of a Doberman, then to a lion. The bark became a roar. The little boy screamed. His parents pulled him back toward the exit, straight into the park ranger, who stood, paralyzed, gaping at the monster. The Chimera was now so tall its back rubbed against the roof. It had the head of a lion with a blood-caked mane, the body and hooves of a giant goat, and a serpent for a tail, a ten-foot-long diamondback growing right out of its shaggy behind. The rhinestone dog collar still hung around its neck, and the plate-sized dog tag was now easy to read: CHIMERA-RABID, FIRE-BREATHING, POISONOUS-IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL TARTARUS-EXT. 954. I immediately pulled out my knife. And waited for the moment to jump in front of Percy who was ten feet away from the Chimera's bloody maw, and I knew that as soon as I moved, the creature would lunge. The snake lady made a hissing noise that might've been laughter. "Be honored, Percy Jackson and Y/N L/N. Lord Zeus rarely allows me to test a hero with one of my brood. For I am the Mother of Monsters, the terrible Echidna!" Percy and I stared at each other for a second stared at her. All he could think to say was: "Isn't that a kind of anteater?" She howled, her reptilian face turning brown and green with rage. "I hate it when people say that! I hate Australia! Naming that ridiculous animal after me. For that, Percy Jackson, my son shall destroy you!" The Chimera charged, its lion teeth gnashing. I managed to take Percy's arm to pull him aside and dodge the bite. We ended up next to the family and the park ranger, who were all screaming now, trying to pry open the emergency exit doors. I couldn't let them get hurt. I positioned myself able to parry any oncoming attack. Percy uncapped his sword, ran to the other side of the deck, and yelled, "Hey, Chihuahua!" The Chimera turned faster than I would've thought possible. Before he could swing my sword, it opened its mouth, emitting a stench like the world's largest barbecue pit, and shot a column of flame straight at him. Percy dove through the explosion. The carpet burst into flames; the heat was so intense, I could feel it where I stand and it was like I was in a sauna. Where Percy had been standing a moment before was a ragged hole in the side of the Arch, with melted metal steaming around the edges. Great, I thought. We just blowtorched a national monument. As the Chimera turned, Percy slashed at its neck. That was a fatal mistake. The blade sparked harmlessly off the dog collar. I saw the serpent tail lifted it whipped around and with all I could I ran and raised my knife to block it. Percy tried to jab Riptide into the Chimera's mouth, but the serpent tail wrapped around his ankles and pulled him off balance, and my blade flew out of my hand, spinning out of the hole in the Arch and down toward the Mississippi River. I pulled a weaponless Percy behind me and raised my small one. We backed into the hole in the wall. The Chimera advanced, growling, smoke curling from its lips. The snake lady, Echidna, cackled. "They don't make heroes like they used to, eh, son?" The monster growled. It seemed in no hurry to finish us off now that we were beaten. I glanced at the park ranger and the family. The little boy was hiding behind his father's legs. I had to protect these people. I couldn't just ... die. I was facing a massive, fire-breathing monster and its mother. And I was scared. There was no place else to go, so I stepped to the edge of the hole. Trust our hero. Jump with him. He had sworn to save us. Far, far below, the river glittered. Percy and I shared a reluctant and fearful look. If we died, would the monsters go away? Would they leave the humans alone? "If you are the son of Poseidon," Echidna hissed, "you would not fear water. Jump, Percy Jackson. Show me that water will not harm you. Jump and retrieve your sword. Prove your bloodline. Maybe your small friend could survive with you." We both knew the water hated me. But I trusted Percy. I'd jump if he told me. The Chimera's mouth glowed red, heating up for another blast. "Either you have no faith," Echidna told me. "You do not trust the gods. I cannot blame you, little cowards. Better you die now. The gods are faithless." Percy took my hand and backed up, he looked down at the water. Percy looked at me and smiled. I knew what he wanted. Holding his hand tighter, I got closer to him. "Die, faithless one," Echidna rasped, and the Chimera sent a column of flame toward our faces. "Father, please," I heard Percy say. "Don't hurt her. Help us." We turned and jumped. Our clothes on fire, we plummeted toward the river.

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Winter Song

Plot: Y/n finds that her favorite time of year is much less enjoyable without Steve.

Warnings: Christmas angst, fluff, but mostly angst

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I got this idea a few weeks ago and couldn’t wait to post it. It’s based on Leslie Odom Jr. and Cynthia Erivo’s version of the song, I highly recommend listening to it ❄️ I definitely didn’t proofread this enough and I’m posting it at almost midnight so it’s probably riddled with mistakes 🙈

*Flashbacks are in italics

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This is my winter song to you

The storm is coming soon

It rolls in from the sea

It was well known among the compound that Christmas was my absolute favorite time of year.

There was no competition in the state of New York, nay, the entirety of the East Coast that rivaled my love of the season. On November 1st I would have the pumpkins and fake cobwebs boxed back up and be stringing lights and hanging wreaths before anyone else in the compound was awake. They’d tease me about it but by the time December actually rolled around, you could hear the toughest of heroes humming ‘Sleigh Ride’ to themselves. Still, no one could measure up to my enthusiasm for Christmas…

Except Steve.

He’d be the one handing me decorations as I stood on a ladder positioning them perfectly. He’d watch every movie and special with me tucked into his side. We’d bake batch after batch of cookies because while they had no problem teasing us, Rhodey and Sam would come through like a tornado and eat all of them. And gift shopping was a day long event that tested the how the super soldier’s strength held up when carrying 10+ bags and boxes.

All of it occurred before the Accords, of course. The storm that rolled in, placed an unmovable divide between Steve and I and left me at the compound and him as far from beside me as could be.

I was halfheartedly stringing lights around the living room, unable to think of anything but Steve. It was snowing heavily outside, the kind of weather that practically demanded all plans to be cancelled for hot chocolate and warm blankets. It was those types of memories that hurt the worst…

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Is love alive?

Is love alive?

Is love

“It’s a Wonderful Life, hands down the best Christmas movie of all time.”

“But it’s so sad,” I argued, “And the last thing you’re supposed to be during the season is sad.”

Steve looked over at me from his slumped position on the couch of the common room. I’d pulled out my fluffiest flannel blanket and even though the man was his own furnace, he loved me too much to object when I’d laid it over us. I was sitting up gesturing towards the tv as I tried to convince him that whiles his favorite movie was cute, it was too depressing for Christmas.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” Steve relented a little, “But what about that ending? You can’t argue that it’s not heartwarming.”

I rolled my eyes, “Okay, I’ll give you that one but I don’t like how we get there. I don’t even like thinking about my life without any of you guys in it.”

Steve cleared his throat and I twisted to see his blonde eyebrows raised.

“Especially my number one elf,” I smiled as I sat back against the couch and shifted closer to him, “You’re the only person who doesn’t think I’m insane this time of year.”

“I’d never let you do Christmas by yourself,” he said, reaching under the blanket to take my hand in his.

It was moments like these that I questioned Steve and I. It was just enough of a picture perfect domestic moment that if anyone stumbled upon us, they’d raise eyebrows and ask if they were intruding. With his affectionate gaze focused on me, our shoulders rubbing together and the unexplainable feeling that behind our time spent together there was…something. If I was being completely honest with myself, I wanted there to be something.

Unfortunately, I could summon enough courage to battle aliens and assassins but not to confess my feelings. “Um, what’s next on the list?” I asked, awkwardly fidgeting with my free hand, “I need to finish making my gift list for when we go shopping if you want to help.”

“Yeah, but can we just…”

“Just what?” I asked with a furrowed brow.

Steve scratched the back of his neck before turning back to me, “Can we just sit here for a minute longer? It’s nice.”

My face probably gave away my enthusiasm for the suggestion, but I still tried to conceal it with a close lipped smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Without needing any further agreement, Steve moved an arm around my shoulders and brought me closer to him. While my mind had drawn a blank, my body knew what to do and nestled itself into his side. I laid my head against his chest and wrapped an arm around his torso, giving me the perfect view of the snowstorm outside. Steve rested his chin on the top of my head and continuously ran his hand up and down my back. The moment was perfect and if I’d had the power to stop time, I’d have been happy to stay in Steve’s arms forever.

Yeah, there was definitely something.

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They say we're buried far

Just like a distant star

I simply cannot hold

I knew it was a huge mistake to enter Steve’s room, but that still didn’t stop me from twisting the doorknob.

It was exactly as he’d left it five months ago when he left for London to attend Peggy’s funeral. All that had been added was a thin layer of dust across every surface. I dragged myself over to his bed and carefully sat down on the edge of it. The part of me that was still in denial about the entire situation didn’t want to mess up the sheets in case he made a sudden return. I reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the picture frame that had sat on it ever since last Christmas. I had jokingly bought Steve and I matching sweaters with hideous festive designs. The entire team howled with laughter as he opened the gift up on Christmas morning. God bless the man and his inability to deny me anything during the holiday season…He’d put it on without so much as an eye roll and Tony had practically tripped over himself trying to get photographic proof of it.

“You are such a simp, Rogers, and I could not be more thankful for it,” Tony grinned, holding up his phone towards us, “Say hello to next year’s Avengers Christmas card.”

Steve locked his arms around my waist and with no warning, lifted me up in the air. I squealed and rushed to hold on to him, the both of us laughing as Tony won his latest way to blackmail us.

The joy that the photo captured seemed like it had occurred years ago. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been that happy or carefree but it had probably involved Steve.

“It’s just not the same without you,” I whispered as I stroked a finger through the dust that covered his face.


This is my winter song

December never felt so wrong

Cause you’re not where you belong

Inside my arms

I wrapped my sweater around my body as I made me way back out to the common room. I didn’t expect to find Tony rifling through one of the many decoration boxes I had set out. While I’d been moping in Steve’s room, he’d taken the initiative in decorating.

“Stark Industries branching out into the holiday business?” I asked with as much of a laugh as I could muster, which wasn’t much.

He was nailing a wreath to the wall when I walked in, “It’s called extreme boredom and this is what it looks like.”

I smiled softly as he turned around to face me, trying to appreciate his efforts. If I was missing Steve, Tony was most certainly missing Pepper. He was trying to keep busy in an effort to not dwell on her obvious absence. “You’re lucky I’m not standing next to you right now.”

“Huh?”

Tony smirked and gestured with his hammer to the space above me. I looked up to see the familiar plastic piece of mistletoe I’d hoped we’d lost dangling on a string. My stomach clenched at the memories the item and the particular archway brought back.

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“You got that video of Tony tonight right?” Steve asked as he stuffed another wad of wrapping paper into a trash bag,

“Oh yeah,” I laughed, “Drunkenly singing ‘Last Christmas’ to Rhodey wearing a Macy’s box on his head definitely tops our sweaters.”

It was late on Christmas Day, everyone had gone to bed except for Steve and I. We were finishing cleaning and wrapping up leftovers from dinner. It also gave us much needed quiet after such a loud evening.

“I think that’s the last of everything,” I said, admiring the clean kitchen.

“Same here,” he replied as he set the last trash bag off to the side of the room, “You look sad.”

I shrugged and crossed my arms, “I’m always sad when Christmas is over. It makes everyday life seem so mundane.”

“Only you would think that the life of an Avenger is mundane,” Steve chuckled from the archway he was standing under.

“Please, no bows or lights or festiveness of any kind?” I teased as I crossed the room to stand next to him, “Boring.”

We shared a laugh and leaned against our separate walls, savoring the last few moments before the day changed to the 26th.

“Thank you for helping me do all this,” I said, gesturing around us, “I couldn’t have pulled it off without you.”

“Like I said, I’d never let you do Christmas by yourself,” Steve smiled before his eyes drifted up, “Oh…”

I tilted my head to see whatever had caught his eye and caused his cheeks to turn so red. “Oh…”

The mistletoe I’d hung as a joke, hanging above and taunting us. Tony had camped under it several times and refused to budge until Pepper would oblige. Wanda and Vision had found themselves under it and she’d nervously pecked his cheek. It was all in good fun until this moment where I was cursing myself for ever hanging it.

“We don’t…I mean, we didn’t realize that it was…” I verbally stumbled, “It’s not like we knew it was there.”

“Right,” Steve nodded, “We didn’t know. But…isn’t it kind of a rule that we…have to?”

My mouth stupidly opened and closed, “I-I think so. And what kind of people would we be if we broke a Christmas rule?”

“Exactly,” Steve agreed, “So it’s not a big deal.”

“Not at all.”

“Good,” he said quietly before pushing off the wall and taking a step to the middle of the archway. I came to meet him and dropped my arms at their sides, his hands carefully reached for mine till they’d taken hold of them. The awkwardness was quickly melting away and being replaced by an urgency to make the inevitable happen. Steve’s fingers traced over the pulse points of my wrists and his lips curled up as he felt the goosebumps break out across my skin. We both leaned in at the same time, not giving the other a chance to back out because we both knew how badly we wanted to get on with it. Our lips met and all the hesitation and second guessing we’d done in the seconds before vanished. Every time I’d questioned whether or not my feelings were true suddenly turned to a resounding ‘YES’ for an answer. Our mouths moved together as if it was a dance we’d done a thousand times. As much as I wanted to pull him closer, my body was paralyzed by the shock and the only thing I felt able to do was lace my fingers with Steve’s.

It ended all too soon, the both of us pulling away in need of oxygen. Steve pressed his forehead to mine and sighed, he squeezed my hands and brushed his nose against mine.

“Merry Christmas, Steve,” I whispered.

“Merry Christmas, Y/n,” he replied softly.

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“Take it down,” I strained, trying to keep the sobs from escaping my lips.

“Huh?”

“Take it down, Tony. All of it.”


“Y/n, what are you talking about? You love all this crap,” Tony gestured to the room.

The tears were getting harder to try and hide, so I didn’t bother. “Not anymore. If you want to hire someone to decorate, fine, but I can’t look at any of our stuff,” I snapped before dropping my tone to a whine, “Just take it down.”

I fled before he could ask any more questions that I couldn’t bear to answer. I retreated to my room, quickly locking the door and allowing my cries to be released. I curled into myself with my back against the door and let myself fall apart, knowing that the one person who could piece me back together was unreachable.

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Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

Despite my ignoring the calendar and anything that had to do with the season, Christmas Day had arrived. Tony had indeed paid a team to decorate the compound, it was too minimalistic for my taste but I was the whole reason for it so I couldn’t complain.

Tony, Rhodey, Vision and I plus Peter and his Aunt May were seated at the dining room table attempting to make cheerful conversation. Peter was telling us about some recent adventure he’d had patrolling his neighborhood. I tried to pay attention but all I really cared about was how quickly I could escape to my room and put an end to the day. At some point in the evening I feigned a headache, halfheartedly wished the group a merry Christmas and trudged down the halls to my safe haven. I was pulling out a set of pajamas to change into when a muffled ringtone emerged from one of my dresser drawers. While I hadn’t heard it play ever, I knew exactly what it belonged to. I flung the drawer open and dug the phone out from under my clothes. However impossible, there was only one person who could be on the other end of the call.

With shaking hands, I flipped the top of the device up and raised it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

My lips quirked upwards in a watery smile as the voice I’d longed to hear for months washed over me. “Merry Christmas, Steve.”