#so its nice to feel reassured that its okay to not want to treat it or try to remove it

[valtsv]

i'm glad "cool facial scar" is such a common trait in people's ocs because i have a scar that's been there as long as i remember just beneath my lip that i always hated as a kid but now whenever i look in the mirror and see it i think to myself "oh it's my oc trait" and i feel better about it

[targaryenluvs]

— ALL MINE

pairing - prowler!miles morales x reader, miles morales x reader

summary - whilst on the run, your boyfriend miles and yourself were taken home. although your hometown is not as it seems. with a shadow clinging to your every move, will you make it out of this universe? part two - not yours

warnings - possessive!prowler miles, he’s like low key delulu, swearing, violence.

notes - i am absolutely in love with prowler miles. THE BRAIDS HAVE A CHOKEHOLD ON ME. sorry if this seems to resemble other fics but i just wanted to do my lil version since all the others are half way done :P and i’m writing again since i’m in the holidays :) also idk if miles can make people invisible but for the sake of this text yes he can. also big fancy words idk if i used em correctly. comment for p2!!!! also pushing the 42miles calling his girl ma agenda 😘

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you had to catch your breath.

you’d never been the most athletic person in p.e and it certainly wasn’t going to change then and it certainly won’t now. but as miles eggs you on to keep moving you ignore all the un-athletic bones in your body and push yourself to keep running.

as you reach your destination miles grabs your hand and the two of you creep your way inside. miles begins to mess around with computers as margo tried her hardest with the help of lyla to figure out what on earth was going on.

as miles scanned his eyes he pulled you into his arms, “you okay?” he asked as you nodded, “for now, as long as miguel-”

and to your luck he barrelled through the doors at the exact moment you uttered his name. “bloody mary much?” you muttered under your breath as you took a step back.

and as he clawed and fought his way in your hand tightened its grip on miles’s. “it’s okay, he’s not getting in y/n/n. it’s okay.” and as he reassured you to the best of his abilities you couldn’t help but feel grateful. he always put you first, no matter what.

always made sure you and his family were okay.

and his reassurance managed to calm you down as margo looked up at the two of you, her finger hovering over the reboot button but as she looked between the miles and you, she couldn’t help but aid the two of you. as miles pulled his mask over his face, you saw the pure rage painted over miguel’s face and you couldn’t help your indignation towards the man.

but you didn’t see him for long as the pair of you were sucked out of the room and travelling at the speed of light (or so it seemed) to freedom.

the lights were harsh on your eyes.

as you adjusted to the luminosity of the neon signs you looked to your right to see miles on the floor.

“miles? miles!” you rushed over and rolled his body over as he coughed, “i’m okay, i’m okay. how about you?” you smiled, “i’m fine babe. we made it, we made it home miles.” you cried as you engulfed him in a hug.

he smiled as he reciprocated, “thanks to you y/n. but we needa get goin okay?” you nodded as you stood and helped him up by his arms.

“hold on tight.”

you’d honestly forgotten how nice the cold air felt on your face. the thrill of swinging through the city, passing people by as they stared in wonder, slinging by and grabbing a few treats on the way, yours and miles’s normal routine almost everyday in the past six months. you never knew you could miss a place so much.

but being with the spider society and being at the HQ managed to make you deeply homesick.

as you neared miles’s home you felt a weight being lifted off of your chest.

you were almost there.

you had gotten home in time.

you’d save mr morales, be allowed to call him jeff and his wife rio, miles would have his father, he’d continue being spider-man, the two of you would move to new jersey (fingers crossed), miles would study something new (seeing as the two of you have had your fill of other universes in the past few days), you’d study journalism, you’d get your own place, travel, live and love.

together.

as you got to his rooms window you held on to the ledge as miles opened the window and carefully guided you in. you’d never expected to feel so elated at seeing his single bed, his action figures and posters, everything. but as you entered, the waves of fatigue messed with your head to the point where you managed to overlook the contents of his room.

you were so exhausted you didn’t even manage to make it to the bed and relaxed in-front of it in the corner. as you looked around you couldn’t help but frown. it looked, different.

some things were missing such as all the posters and figurines. you chalked it up to mrs morales packing them away perhaps, or miles moving them to his own place.

as you slowly drifted off you missed the creak of the door opening.

rio walked through the door with her laundry basket clung to her hip.

miles turned around quickly, relieved to see his mother. “ah mom, you don’t know how happy i am to see you.” rio furrowed her eyebrows as her son ran over to smother her in a tight hug. it’d been so long since he’d acted so.

and was his hair out?

he seemed shorter too.

what on earth has this boy been up to?

as he rambled on explaining himself she couldn’t help but smile. he seemed so, innocent. before everything, before the pain, before the loss, before it all happened, before he changed, permanently, before her.

“miles, i think it’s cute your into uh what’s it called cosplay? you one of them comics-con kids?”

“what’s that? i- no, this isn’t cosplay ma.”

as she walks into another room miles stands frozen as his uncle aaron walks into the home. albeit a different version of his uncle aaron but it doesn’t change the way miles’s hands are sweating, his heart threatening to implode.

as aaron rested a pile of cash on the table miles stared in awe. “you ready to go miles? damn you took your braids out? what’s going on man?” he joked as he walked to the door his hand gesturing miles to follow along. “yeah lemme just grab something and i’ll be there.”

miles shook you awake and asked you to follow along but not too closely.

you were perplexed as to why but followed along nonetheless. as you made it to the door you saw aaron in-front of miles. and suddenly something came at miles, knocking him out.

you ran to him, “miles! shit, are you okay?” you felt your chest tighten as he didn’t respond, his finger tips twitched yet he was unresponsive. “fuck what the hell did you do aaron?”

aaron couldn’t believe his eyes.

how- what?

you were there. sitting, cradling miles’s body in your arms as you stared up at him.

alive.

“y/n?”

it was a whisper. but you caught it. “no i’m the fuckin sun. yes it’s y/n.” you said as you continued to inspect miles, looking for any signs of injury.

“you want her too?”

your head snapped up as you heard aaron speak again, he was looking behind you and you honestly didn’t have the energy to see someone else right now but as you looked back you wished this was a bad dream.

the prowler.

he stood tall, not as tall as aaron but at least a few inches more so than miles. his suit was a little different, his claws sharper and his mask. he nodded towards aaron, yes.

it was as frightening as aaron’s. aaron. if he was right infront of you you then who the hell was thi-

your head was throbbing so much, but you were currently being tended to. or, you thought you were. someone was lightly dabbing a wet cloth on your forehead, your head was supported by something, it was nice.

when you built the strength to open your eyes you saw miles. “arriba mi vida.” you squinted. “what?” you saw a slight smile on his face, “try to get up.” miles wrapped his hand around your neck, cradling it as you attempted to get up.

you rested against the cold wall as you took in the environment around you. “where are we?” you asked miles as you tried focusing your eyes, you swore you saw the outline of someone tied to a, was that a boxing bag? the light from the window behind them illuminated their outline, their face left unknown.

“shh, está bien y/n.”

“miles you know i cant speak spanish that well.”

“i’m sorry, i forgot. you feelin’ okay ma?”

as you were about to respond the body tied to the bag started to move and mumble, causing you to actually realise that someone was tied up. your eyes were adjusted now and as you looked around and settled on miles’s face you couldn’t help but frown.

“since when do you wear braids miles? and do you honestly think this is the right time to try out a new hair style?” you questioned as he got up, “you don’t like my braids? you use to do em all the time ma.”

your eyebrows furrowed as the body finally came into focus, and you saw-

miles?

you slowly rose from your spot on the floor and looked back and forth from both miles’s. the one in front of you had a certain way to him. his shoulders straightened, taller than usual, hardened face, he seemed so, formal.

whilst your miles was a sloucher most times, not short but he didn’t tower over everyone, usually with a smile donning his face and always easy going.

“i- you.” the words scrambled out and you had no idea what was going on. all you knew was that you needed to get out of here. as you walked towards what you had assumed to be your miles, other miles grabbed your hand and yanked you back.

“whatchu doing?”

“i was seeing my miles. what are you doing? why did you tie him up?”

“can’t exactly have someone running around my streets with my face now can i?”

“okay, i understand that miles but you need to let me go. we need to get back to our universe otherwise mr morales is gonna- and we can’t let that happen you know that. untie him. please.”

“why would i do that shit? what’s so special about him? why does he get to have everything so good? his school, his friends, his family- you.” other miles was getting a little too close for your liking and you found yourself backed up against the wall. not a great position to be in when completely helpless and tired as hell against someone who could probably throw you across the room.

his hand came to your face as he pushed away a stray strand of hair from your eyes. “i- did we- did you date someone like me?”

“not someone like you ma, i dated you.”

“no you dated another version of me. that’s not me, that’s her, wherever she is i’m sure she missed you and if you picked up the phone and called-”

“she’s dead.”

your eyes widened, “i- i’m sorry for you. and for her. i’m sure you loved her a lot but, i’m not her. you’re not my miles, my miles is right there. and i love him. please you have to let us- me go. y/n wouldn’t have wanted this for you i’m sure of it.”

“you gonna tell me she wanted me to be happy?”

“uh i’d assume she wanted that for you. i’m sure you guys were amazing together miles.” you smiled as you tried to suppress your fear. it was hard to, you could feel it slowly creeping in, the miles in front of you was hypnotising, his eyes were warm so warm you could feel them burning into yours. he was absolutely gorgeous, the soft glow from the night life outside highlighting his face. he was so gorgeous it was insane as well as scary. he took your breath away, the same way your miles did.

“we were, and we will be again.”

“i’m not so sure you can bring people back from the dead. i understand you miss her but you need to let her go and move on. speaking of moving on miles and i should be moving on back to our universe so if you would so kindly-”

“i got her right here ma.”

his grip on your hand tightened as he somehow got closer. all the air had apparently hopped out of the room since you felt your chest tighten.

“no me dejarás de nuevo mi vida. your staying with me, here.”

“You won’t leave me again my life.”

“stop it, i understand you’re hurting but please just-” you tried with all your strength to push him away but his feet were planted firmly into the floor, as still as a statue and you couldn’t help but cry.

you’d escaped one place to be potentially imprisoned in another.

“shh, shh y/n/n. i got you right here.” he held you as you sobbed, praying your miles would wake up soon and save the two of you.

as miles held onto you he couldn’t help but feel his tensions and sorrow seep into the floor as he held you again after all this time and as he did he couldn’t help but whisper,

“you’re mine mi amor,

all mine.”

[livelaughloveluffy]

comfort - black leg sanji

a/n: happy halloween!!! here's a treat for you! 💗 this will be a new fic series, and who else would i write for first but my dearly beloved sanji 😭 (i cant remember if i used this picture before but i literally love it so much i cant be bothered 😭😭 his hair just looks so fluffy and soft 😭😭😭😭😭)

a/n: guys... i know i said i wasn't going to do the whole songs paired with fics thing.... but like..... in honor of a new ethel cain single being out tomorrow i feel like i absolutely must pair this fic with this song 😭😭😭

nothing but fluff here 💗

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when he comforts you:

-sanji's first instinct when it comes to comforting you, is to pull you tight into his arms, your face buried into his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist, rubbing soft circles into the smalls of your back, and the other hand placed on your head, gently stroking your hair. it's his secret to getting you to take deeper breaths because he knows you'll be utterly consumed in the scent of his cologne, now wrapped around you like a warm blanket

-he'll softly murmur in your ear phrases like ; "i'm right here, mon amour", "everything will be okay", "i'll stay here for as long as you like mon cheri. i'm not going anywhere."

-when the two of you can't be alone, he'll always have a reassuring hand on you, whether his hand is on your thigh with his thumb rubbing slow circles into your skin or placed on your back. or when he's trying to be more subtle he'll hold pinky's with you.... he'll always find some way to touch you, its nice to have a physical reminder that he's right there and not going anywhere

-when you don't really want to talk, he'll softly hum... the same way he does when he's concentrated on the meal he's preparing, or when he's just content and happy.... a song only the two of you know, since you're the only one ever close enough to him to hear it

-this man gives literally the best advice.. however, he only does so when you explicitly ask for it. his advice and perspective is really pragmatic and understanding, he always considers every possible point of view and takes lots of time to consider your dilemma before he offers an opinion

-if you're sick, injured, or on your period; he's catering to your every need. comfort foods and cravings are made without you even mentioning them (he totally tracks your whole cycle to stay ahead of the game, even if your irregular he somehow always knows) cuddles are frequent and necessary, he's on top of meds always giving them to you at the same time, making sure you take them, even when you say you don't need them or want them, his soft gentle voice is oozing with affection as the words "you'll feel better if you take them, mon amour". you're never alone, ever. when he can't be in your room or in bed with you, he'll carry you to the kitchen, make you wrap your legs around his waist and put arms around his neck, and he'll hold you while he cooks, taking extra care to make sure he's not bumping you against the counters. sanji's 100% an acts of service type man, so he'll do anything and everything, and no amount of protesting will change that.

when he needs comforting:

-he finds a great deal of comfort in cuddling, just the physical closeness of you; your warmth, your soft perfume, everything about you really eases his mind. sanji prefers cuddling while facing each other, he'll bury his face in the crook of your neck with your hand gently tangled into his soft blonde locks. his hair is his ultimate reminder of safety and comfort, so with your fingers softly playing and intertwined in it, he can breathe a bit easier.

-my baby absolutely melts with words of affirmation, this man thrives off of praise, so when he's feeling down gentle reminders of everything you love about him, how much you love him, how amazing he is, helps him remember exactly how lucky he is to have you

-quality time is an absolute must. the last thing sanji wants when he's upset is to be alone, so even if he doesn't really want to talk, just having you by his side is more than enough. the absolute farthest you could be away from him is 10 feet, anything more than that, and he'll just come and get you, wrapping his arms around one of yours and gently cling to you

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a/n: god, i love sanji more than life itself 😭😭😭

a/n: enjoyed this fic? here's my masterlist!!

[6okuto]

MATSUKAWA RELATIONSHIP HCS

gn!reader, timeskip mentions | 4 whoevah asked! 🫵👍

waits until you're distracted/busy before suddenly saying shit like "first one to get to the lineup gets to pick extra snacks" at the grocery store

eats your leftover food if you can't finish

works hard to take you to a fancy restaurant on one of your first dates... doesn't know which ones are actually good so he's on reddit researching, texting the seijoh 4 gc, etc etc. he dresses up too... he wants to make sure you're happy and treated well 🙁

issei isn't super into or against pda,, he's happy if you're happy. most of the time it'll be an arm draped around your shoulder while you're sitting together or casual hand holding. he isn't opposed to a quick kiss either! :3

if you show him one of those videos that are like,, "if you know your partner, which one would they choose?" and he gets it wrong issei's like "?? tf are u sure" as if it isn't Your choice

he isn't used to getting gifts. if you give him a gift his first thought (fear) is that he's forgotten some kind of anniversary. but you tell him it's just because you thought of him and he gets all flustered and can't keep eye contact 🙁 you catch him glancing at/playing with the gift for the rest of the day

^ him with a lot of stuff actually LOL he tries to hide how Not Chill he is it's so cute 😭 you ask him to hold something but your hand is empty and you just interlock fingers? he's like wow okay if you wanted me you could've just said so As if his ears aren't red hshsdbshs

denies crying over a sad movie as he takes the tissue box from you (refuses to look at you until he's wiped his tears) (looks at you with red eyes and sniffles and says It's not even that sad)

says he'll take a photo of you then takes a selfie LOL

^ you'll have to show him how to take good photos... or learn together... he promises he's a quick learner + he thinks you look good in all of them

takes your compliments/comments to heart. you say his hair looks nice grown out and he takes a few extra seconds messing with it in the mirror, pushing off a haircut for a little longer. you say his new jacket looks great and he's like yeah of course it does,, then reaches for it more often than planned at its original purchase.

i think timeskip mattsun would worry about sharing certain stories from work ;; like... would it upset you (more than him)? did you have a rough day and would he make it worse? he keeps it pretty vague until you ask him to share because you can tell it's been big on his mind

mattsun's not one to care about what side of the bed he sleeps on (it's just the one is closest to a charging port) until you're together. like if you pick a side yourself, it becomes a habit for him to slide into the other even times you aren't sharing a bed. it just doesn't feel right anymore bdhsjdbsj

you know those trends where you ask the other person/people to draw flowers or stars for your lockscreen. he just sends a shitty dick drawing LOL. but he ends up spending super long on decent flowers after i promise. scrunching his eyebrows, moving his finger really slow, picking good colours and everything... even pulls up references. yeagh

sees you online listening to sad music and texts "you up?" in hopes of distracting you. he gets away with coincidental timing the first couple of times, but you figure it out. not that this changes anything (other than maybe his text to "you wanna talk?") — mattsun continues as an offer / reassurance he's there if you'd like him to be

so supportive. SO SUPPORTIVE. you have a big project you're working on? he's checking on you and complimenting you with every day of work, even if he isn't knowledgeable on it himself. you get a promotion or offer you've always wanted? you have to celebrate—you deserve it!! you have a big game coming up? he's in the stands with your jersey on and he's brought his friends to cheer too

^ he isn't really one to Jump for Joy, but he'll be grinning so big, and always matches your energy. (you like hugs and kisses? you got them! you'd rather a solid high-five or verbal praise? that's good with him too! he just wants you to know he's happy and proud of you)

^ actually he might jump for joy. a little. not in a YAHOO! YIPPEE!! way but in a LET'S GOOOOOO way.

you ask to meet the seijoh team and he's like. begging the universe no one's gonna embarrass him. everyone's like No way someone wants to date our mattsun?! Are you sure?! and he's 😐

^ tries to act cool in front of you. gets called out like "lmfao what are you doing" "so obvious" "okay mr. tough guy?" "blocked a ball and thinks he's hot" WBDJSNSSJ

^ brightens when you tell him he Is very cool and you like watching him. shoots his team a look and says something about how they're all single LOL

doesn't post you a lot, but he doesn't really post in general so the ratio of you on his profile is still great tbh. maybe for anniversaries or if he took a really good photo—keeps it minimal and won't write long paragraphs. adds a couple blurry or 0.5x pictures if you're okay with it

accidentally kicks you while he's napping and apologizes even though you swore he was deep asleep shdbsbns

lets you have the window seat. he doesn't actually care that much (since it's you) but he makes a scene of giving it up for you /silly /he's smiling

issei always does his first karaoke song with you if you're there. the first time it happens he doesn't even ask he just hands you the second mic and you're like wait what ??? LOL

gets scared if you say his full name. skips right over confusion and freezes like a deer in headlights even if he hasn't done anything

middle guy for autographs.. LMFAO 😭😭 like what do you mean you know oikawa tooru and iwaizumi hajime who then knows msby etc etc. you show up and say his name like :)) isseii?? :)) and he's like 🙄 Who's asking now. you know you know them too right. /lh

bro does not decorate. imagine unpacking for your new shared apartment and you're like ?? is that really all your stuff. and he's like ....Yeah??.. a lot of the things on his desk/around the house were bought together or by you

i write hcs and im like wowww what a respectable post length and then i realize how long the points are and im like FAWK??!?! ur telling me i DONT actually have that many ?!?!?! so i keep adding more and thats why i take so long. then i stare at myself like GIRL GET IT TOGETHER!! EVERY TIME!!! 🙁🙁🙁

[mvltisstuff]

hii!! i hope your summer has been/was wonderful!!

if it’s possible could you do an evan buckley request to “begin again” by taylor swift?

where reader was in a really rough relationship and now with buck he’s treating her like an actual goddess and she’s constantly questioning to herself how she deserves it and mentioning how weird it is that he actually cares about/loves her.

thank you so so much in advance!! 🫶

begin again - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @meep-meep-richie

a/n: guys i’m SO sorry i have been so slow again w the fics, i’ve just been trying to enjoy summer as much as i can, but i certainly have some coming your way ;)) thank you for the request love, and i hope the rest of your august is lovely <3 i did a bit of a different style with this, hope you enjoy

“can you keep your location on this time?” her boyfriend asks, seeing her getting ready in the mirror.

“i’m just going to work, thomas,” y/n chuckles, thinking it was harmless, but she was his eyes roll almost to the back of his head.

“i’m just asking you one thing, y/n,” he groans.

“i just think you could trust me, i have a long shift today,” she brushes her hair back into an elastic, getting her belongings before grabbing her phone. she always tells herself that she’ll stand up for herself, but she falls into his traps anyway. she presses the small button hesitantly, showing him her location.

“hi, buck!” she greeted, as he walks in the door. he jogs right up to her, kissing the side of her cheek as she giggles into his touch. “i’m going out with some friends tonight, but i’ll be back before you know it so we can spend time together!”

“don’t rush, baby,” he laughs. “take your time with your friends, have a fun night.” he goes to love his stuff onto his counter, but she follows up behind him.

“oh, here, i’ll send you the link to find my friends,” she looks down at her phone, so she doesn’t see the confusion written all over his face.

“the link to what?”

“i’m just gonna send you my location, so you don’t have to ask.”

“honey, i don’t need your location,” he smiles lightly, giving her reassurance and it’s her turn to be confused.

“a-are you sure?” her nose crinkles along with her brows.

“of course, i trust you, always,” he tells her, letting the weight on her shoulders drop. she was hoping he wasn’t mad, but he would never, ever get mad at her for something as silly as that.

“oh!” she says, shocked but still appreciating him. “okay, thank you, i’ll be back in a bit.”

“don’t thank me, just be safe,” he pecks her lips again, watching her skip happily out the door.

y/n looked back in the long mirror again, slipping on a pair of heels to compliment the adorable dress she was wearing. they went along perfectly, and now she finally had an occasion to wear them. she was thrilled to show thomas her outfit, feeling pretty in her own skin and twirling the dress out in the mirror. she turned around, expecting a bright smirk on his face, but she was met with a flat expression.

“what’s wrong?” she asked, concern written in her words.

“nothing,” he grumbles, moving over to adjust his sleeves and grab something from the nightstand.

“no, somethings wrong. i can tell in your voice.”

“y/n, leave it,” he sighs, looking over at y/n who’s still waiting for a response. “are you sure you want to wear that?”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, its a bit too much, don’t you think?” y/n looked back at the dress, not seeing anything wrong with it. maybe it was the design, her body, but clearly something was wrong with it. maybe she just couldn’t see the way he does. “we’re not going to the club, are we?”

“no, but i wanted to look nice.”

“maybe you should keep looking,” he tried to disguise his heartbreaking words with a light grin, but y/n saw right through it. he loves her, he just wants what’s best for her and she knows he knows best. so, she hung the dress back up and put the heels back in their box. she ran into the bathroom to change again, practicing happy smiles and tried to fight back the stinging tears in her eyes. he doesn’t want her to ruin her makeup.

buck and y/n’s schedules had aligned again, letting her finally be able to meet his real work family. she was so happy she could finally enter this part of his life, and only wanted to support all of his team at the 118.

y/n had been in the bathroom for a while, a little too long for buck to not have any concern. she was examining her outfit, the same dress she wore when thomas told her to take it off. she still felt beautiful in it, but not as much as she did. she never realized how easily someone could take away her confidence. she figured she’d at least leave a pair of new heels out, thinking buck would appreciate the simple sandal.

“y/n?” he knocks, lightly. “you doing alright, honey?”

“yeah!” she answers, suddenly getting that nervous feeling in her stomach. she hesitated on opening the door, but she clicked the lock and pulled it open. she felt more vulnerable than ever standing in front of him. she knew his reaction and that he’d want it off, but she was only met with complete admiration.

“woah,” he exhales, looking at her gorgeous dress and wonderful figure underneath.

“i can change if you don’t want me to wear this, i have a few more options in the bathro-“

“are you kidding? you have to wear this, you look so beautiful in this, y/n!”

“i do?” she asks, looking into his genuine eyes.

“of course you do, what makes you say that?”

“it’s just that, you know, it’s nothing,” she tried to walk back over to the shoe rack, looking for her sandals but his hand stops her.

“hey, talk to me,” buck requests, softly but also wanting her to be able to open up.

“my ex didn’t like this dress, he didn’t think i was good enough for a piece of fabric,” she laughs sarcastically, but buck can tell it hurts her still.

“well, he’s a dumbass, a dumbass who lost you,” he replies. “i’ve never seen someone more gorgeous than you, i don’t care what anyone says. i’ll spend every day proving it to you.”

“how do you do that?”

“do what?”

“just make everything so much better without trying?”

“oh, you know,” buck jokes, putting his arm around her shoulder. “im a natural, that’s all.” she slaps his shoulder, laughing at him before going off to see his family.

y/n stood in the corner of the room in an outfit she never wanted to wear today. she watched everyone converse in a friendly way, only few people stopping by to say hello. even if they did, it lasted a few minutes. she quickly became a decoration to thomas, just being there for silent support before he ditched her for more rich businesspeople. she sipped lightly at her small glass of champagne, wishing she had the whole bottle with her.

he didn’t see any potential in her, not even caring to introduce her until someone asked who she was. she never had felt more out of place, but it became a regular thing. he’d venture off to talk to other people, leaving y/n in the dark. she felt like she was just swept under the rug, something to deal with later.

“bobby, come over here!” buck shouted across the room, waving his hand for bobby to come over. when he did, he had a welcoming smile on his face and shook y/n’s hand. “this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

“it’s nice to finally meet you, y/n,” he says. “we’ve heard a lot about you, like a lot.”

“thank you for having me today,” she replies gracefully, looking at buck who’s glancing back at her with pride in his face.

“it’s our pleasure, really, you’re a delight, y/n.” athena walks in, wrapping her arm around bobby’s waist and offering y/n a drink. buck guides her over to chim and hen who sat together on one of the benches in the grants backyard.

“y/n, this is henrietta, or hen, and then chimney,” buck smiles, his hand still connected with hers and letting her say hello to everyone.

“my real names howard, by the way, not sure if that one bothered to mention that,” chimney pokes fun at buck, who pretends to be offended for a moment but just lets it be.

“i’m glad we can put this lovely face to the name,” hen beams, looking at y/n and feeling the positivity radiating from her. “maybe you can rub off on that one.”

“my names not ��that one’ by the way, and i’m right here!” buck fake complains, but knowing they all have a good heart. “i’m about to leave and take her with me.”

everyone groans in complaint, making y/n laugh and buck leading her to sit next to everyone. she makes her rounds saying hello to athena’s kids and eddie, everyone finding her to be so graceful. the acceptance from everyone was fully unexpected on y/n’s part, barely being able to comprehend how buck could be so in love with her. she had stepped out for a moment after assisting athena and bobby in the kitchen, buck following right after her.

y/n never got this treatment from thomas, always feeling like she had to beg for it but it was so easy for buck. it made her years of insecurity and questioning vanish, only to be replaced with the security from her loving man.

“you alright?” he asks, meeting her by the steps of the home.

“yeah, i’m perfect!” she tells him. “i just didn’t expect this.”

“they all love you, what’s not to love?” he replies softly, looking her up and down. “you’re smart, you’re the sweetest person i’ve ever met, you’re wonderful in every way, y/n.”

“i remember when thomas took me to work events, and i was just in the corner with a drink. no one really noticed i was there, so it just came as a surprise to see you so affectionate.”

“i’ll always show you off, you’re the best woman i’ve ever met. i want the whole world to know that i managed to get you, and also,” he kisses her lips, bringing her thoughts back down to earth to ease her worries. “i love you, a lot.”

in that moment, y/n knew buck was everything that her ex could never be.

[cinnamooniee]

❝𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭 [𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2]❞

characters: high school dropout and barista JK x high school student female reader

genre: fluff

warnings : none

word count: 1 256

As the sun began to set, the coffee shop grew quieter, the warm lights glowing against the encroaching darkness outside. You finished the last of your cake, feeling lighter not just from the treat but from your conversation with Jungkook. You glanced at the clock; it was only 5:30 PM, but the sky had already turned a deep shade of indigo, and outside, the rain began to pour, the sound of droplets hitting the pavement creating a rhythmic backdrop.

“Looks like it’s getting dark pretty fast,” Jungkook remarked, standing beside your table, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his apron. “Do you need a ride home?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the offer, uncertainty flooding your mind. Should you trust this random guy you just met? You'd walked home in the dark before; it wasn’t ideal, but you could manage. Still, the thought of navigating through the shadows alone, especially in the pouring rain, sent a shiver down your spine.

“Um, it’s okay, I’ve walked home before,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant, though the prospect of walking alone felt daunting tonight, especially with the downpour.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, concern flashing in his eyes. “Really? It’s not safe out there, especially with how dark it’s getting and the rain too..”

...

“Okay, maybe just this once?” you relented, your heart racing.

“Great! My shift ends in about ten minutes, so if you could wait…” He flashed a bright smile before heading back to the counter.

As you waited, your mind raced with questions. How old even was he? What if he was dangerous? The rain continued to pour, creating a sense of urgency in your thoughts.

After a few moments, he returned, and you followed him outside, glancing toward the street. As you stepped through the door, your eyes widened in surprise at the sight before you. In front of the coffee shop sat a sleek motorcycle, glistening under the streetlights, rain cascading off its frame.

“Wait, that’s your ride?” you asked, taken aback.

“Yep! Hop on!” he said, his excitement evident, but you felt your stomach drop. A motorcycle? You’d never been on one before. Did you really want to ride with a stranger on a motorcycle? The rain was coming down so heavily, and the idea of zipping through the dark streets made your heart race in a different way.

“Is it safe in the rain? What if it’s slippery? Shouldn’t we drive slowly?” you blurted out, your nerves taking over.

“It’ll be fine! Just hold on tight,” he reassured, flashing a grin. He noticed your hesitation and added, “Here, put this on.” He handed you his helmet, which felt heavy in your hands.

You slipped it over your head, but it slid down over your eyes. Jungkook chuckled and leaned closer, gently fixing the helmet on your head. “Let me help you with that,” he said, tucking your hair underneath. The contact sent a strange flutter through you, and you couldn’t help but feel a little shy.

“Does that feel better?” he asked, and you nodded, though the helmet still felt a bit loose.

“Okay, but seriously, is this safe? What if we skid or something?” you asked, your mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Jungkook smiled reassuringly. “I promise I’ll be careful. You can hold on to me, and if it feels too fast, just let me know.”

Taking a deep breath, you climbed on behind him, still feeling the weight of uncertainty. The rain poured relentlessly, soaking your clothes even more, if you knew you'd be soaked anyway, maybe you would have chosen to walk..

“Where do you live?” he asked as he started the bike, the engine rumbling beneath you.

You hesitated for a moment, then replied, “In the Maplewood neighborhood, near the park.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed. “Oh, okay, fancy! That’s a nice area, but it’s a bit far from here. Why the heck are you all the way out here?”

You shrugged, a hint of embarrassment creeping in. “Just needed a quieter place to study. My house is way too loud with my little sister running around.”

He chuckled, nodding in understanding. “Got it. Alright- hold on tight. Let’s get you home.”

With a roar, the motorcycle came to life, and before you knew it, you were speeding through the rain-soaked streets, the wind and water rushing past you. The sensation was exhilarating, but your heart raced with anxiety as you clung to Jungkook, wondering if you’d made the right choice.

As the motorcycle roared to life and you sped into the rain, all the curse words in existence ran through your head like a chaotic playlist. “Fuck, why did I agree to this?!” and “Shit, I’m soaked already!” echoed as the wind whipped against your face and the downpour drummed against your helmet.

As you approached your house, Jungkook’s curiosity kicked in again. “So, is that one yours?” he asked, pointing to a two-story home with blue shutters that looked a bit weathered.

You glanced at it and shrugged. “Nope, not mine. It looks a bit… much, right?”

He nodded, a smirk on his face. “Yeah, it definitely doesn’t suit you. I mean, I can’t imagine you living in a house that bright.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. “Thanks for that, but really, I just want to get off this motorcycle.”

“Alright, fair enough.” He pointed to another house with a chipped paint job. “What about that one? Looks like it could use a little TLC—maybe some new paint?”

“Can we skip the house tour?” you replied, a laugh escaping you despite your impatience. “I’m soaked and freezing, and I really just want to go inside!”

“Fine, fine!” he chuckled, finally pulling up in front of your home. “Is this one yours?”

“Yes! Thank you!” you said, practically leaping off the motorcycle as he slowed down.

As you turned to head inside, you paused, feeling a mix of warmth and excitement from the ride. Just as you reached the front door, you heard Jungkook call out to you.

“Hey! Wait a second!” His voice was playful, and you turned to see him sitting on the motorcycle, a sheepish grin on his face.

“What?” you asked, half-expecting another comment about the houses.

“Can I get your number?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck as if he were nervous. “You know, just in case you ever need another ride or want to hang out sometime?”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Really? You want my number after just one ride?”

“Yeah, I mean, we had fun, right?” he said, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his tone. “Plus, it’s always good to have someone to talk to when you’re stressed about exams.”

You felt your heart flutter at his sincerity, but you hesitated for a moment. Trusting a guy you just met was a leap. “Okay, but just so you know, I’ve never given my number to a stranger before.”

“Totally get it! I promise I’m not a creep,” he said quickly, trying to reassure you. “I just really enjoyed talking to you."

He pulled out his phone, and you quickly gave him your number, not wanting to stay outside for a minute more.

“Cool, I’ll text you soon!” he said, grinning widely.

“Yeah, looking forward to it,” you replied, feeling a rush of warmth again.

As you stepped inside, you couldn’t help but glance back at him, heart racing with excitement and a little apprehension. What the fuck just happened.

[PART 3]

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: zb1 when you're sick

a/n: i love writing stuff like this, mostly because i think how someone takes care of u when ur sick means a lot :)) it’s very endearing to me!

notes: yujin is not included due to his age! just assume y/n has a nasty case of the flu or something lol, i didn't proofread so sorry for any typos!

wc | 2.8k

 from worst to best at taking care of you

gyuvin

i don’t think he’d necessarily be bad at it per say

like gyuvin’s definitely the type of guy to treat you a little bit like a baby when you’re sick

he feels really bad, and he doesn’t like seeing you all upset and unhappy :(

so for the first couple of days he’s good at supplying you with medicine and water, and he does his best to make you meals (most of them are bland convenience store soups and noodles put into bowls but it’s okay)

he also spends a lot of time with you, and, by extension, cheers you up a lot

he will amp his funny meter up like 97% because he wants to see you smile and laugh

even though you can barely laugh because you’re sick and your throat hurts

he also will be very loving when you’re sick which is nice because i don’t see him being extremely touchy when you’re going about your daily life

so you get lots of hugs and kisses even though you keep telling him not to because he will get sick

and that’s where everything goes wrong

the thing is. on day 3 he will wake up sick

no matter what, when you get sick, he will be sick within 72 hours

it’s because he’s clingy and annoying and will nap with you, get ready for bed with you, and eat food with you so there’s virtually no protection from your illness

and as much as he would love to keep taking care of you while he’s sick, he feels just as bad so now you’re BOTH rotting away while whatever sickness you have runs its course

you end up having to call hanbin over because neither of you want to do anything but lay there

so like

enjoy the two days of a very loving and doting boyfriend (more so than usual)

and make sure to tell hanbin when you get sick so he can be prepared to clear his schedule lol

under gyuvin’s (technically hanbin’s) care, it takes about a week to fully get better!

ricky

so sorry to the 04s for this slander

again i don’t think he’d be bad at it he’d just be a little clueless

i think when he gets really stressed out about something he shuts down a little bit too so when your fever is pushing 102 he’s kind of like a sim that can’t figure out how to get past a desk (if that makes sense)

you’ll be like “ugh my head hurts” and he’ll be like oh okay … then twenty minutes later he finally returns with advil and a cup of water

or like you’ll be napping and he’ll suddenly remember that you need to take more dayquil (he’s about an hour late)

and at the end of the day he will get done what he needs to get done just like give him a minute

ricky somehow makes a really good chicken noodle soup (it’s just canned soup) and you always ask him about it and how he makes it!! he tells you it’s a secret (he just slightly modifies canned soup)

i think he’s also pretty good at making sure he doesn’t get sick from taking care of you, too

like as much as he loves you and not being able to hold your hand makes him want to die, he doesn’t want to be like gyuvin and force hanbin to take care of both of you lol

so he’ll wear a mask and wash his hands pretty regularly, but he makes sure to reassure you that he’s taking the necessary precautions so that he can successfully nurse you back to health, and that he still loves you even if he can’t get too close right now :)

i think his main strength in this area is keeping you entertained, though

like he’ll make sure there’s always a movie playing or something, even if you’re asleep

he doesn’t want you to be bored and feel bad

also has an intrinsic belief that not being bored will distract you from the icky feelings

under ricky’s care, it takes a little over a week to get better!

matthew

same with ricky, i think matthew’s not necessarily bad at it, but he kind of shuts down when he finds out

he goes from like doting, loving boyfriend to oh god oh my god oh no oh god

if you give him a bit of time to gather himself he goes from panic mode to question mode

matthew will NOT leave you alone while you’re sick!!! he’s halfway convinced you’re living out your last days!!!! he has to make sure you don’t die!!!!

he also asks you 70 questions an hour

“do you need anything?” “do you want something to eat?” “do you need more water?” “do you want a massage?”

of the 70 questions, maybe about 3 or 4 of them yield the answer “yes” but that’s not 0 so he’s going to keep it up

he’s like baymax or something idk he’s just so stressed out the entire time

he’s like nigh unrecognizable the entire time

you are absolutely aware of the fact that sometimes he leaves the room to call his mom and ask for advice but you pretend that you don’t know for the sake of his dignity

although his constant stream of questions can be somewhat overwhelming at times, you’re very appreciative of his dedication because when you’re sick, you will get anything you need

he will also make any meal you desire even if he’s never made it before, and he really adores the way it makes you smile so then he’s all smiley afterwards &lt;;/3

if he needs to go out to the store to get you something, he will either enlist somebody else to do it or have someone stay with you while he’s gone

so you’ll get a lot of well wishes from jiwoong, hao, and hanbin while you’re not feeling well

when you get better it’s the best day of matthew’s life i’m pretty sure

he remembers what it feels like to not be terribly worried 24/7 so you watch him deflate like a balloon

and then he naps for like four hours

under matthew’s care, it takes 6-ish days to get better!

taerae

taerae’s pretty middle of the road in my opinion

like we learned during boys’ planet, he’s the youngest kid so he received a lot of affection and love when he was growing up

so, when you’re sick, he gives you a LOT of affection

you could be rotting away in bed and taerae will be like “you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen” with heart eyes

i think the thing that gives taerae a real leg up though is that his first thought is “oh let’s go see a doctor” and he can drive so you go pretty much immediately

that way, you get flu-specific medicine and get better quicker than you would’ve without

after that, taerae’s sick care is pretty run of the mill

i don’t think he’s too panicked about it because people get sick all the time, and so, unless you’re really, really sick he’s not going to be doting on you 24/7 like matthew would

he’ll still run errands and he won’t cancel plans unless you straight up ask him to (and if you ask he will without thinking about it!!!)

and he makes sure you’re taking your meds, drinking water, and eating three times a day

but life doesn’t stop, you know??

it’s nice because when you’re sick, sometimes all you want is to be left alone for a bit and that’s exactly what taerae does for you :)

also, because he’s continuing on with his life, he won’t get sick from you so you won’t have any of that guilt on your shoulders

one special thing taerae does when you’re sick though is sing you to sleep

sure, when you’re not sick, he’ll do it from time to time but he’s very consistent when you’re not feeling well!! he’ll get the guitar out and sing you a lullaby or two

he will also sing you awake </3 and he wakes you up to eat!!! so it’ll be a cute little made up jingle about it being breakfast time … it’s very heartwarming

under taerae’s care, you get better in 5 days!

jiwoong

i think he’s very similar to taerae in this respect, so he’s also in the middle (but a little bit higher up)

jiwoong is older and more experienced with stuff like this so he’s very businessy about it

when you wake up with a fever, you’ll head to the doctor and get your tamiflu or whatever

from then on it’s just a waiting game i think

the main difference between taerae and jiwoong though is strictly experience

he’s very routine when it comes to taking care of you

you eat breakfast, he gives you dayquil, goes out to get anything you ask for…it continues

jiwoong is also really good at knowing when you want him around and when you want him to leave you alone

but he’s always generally around, and will cancel plans (without telling you) so that he can make sure he’s available if anything goes wrong

he’s good at planning for the worst case scenario without being worried about it, too, so he’ll have a backup plan in place if you (for some reason) start getting worse rather than getting better

jiwoong is great to have around when you’re sick because he’s good at cooking, too

he will bring you the most delicious soup you’ve ever had in your life and will literally juice oranges so that you can have fresh orange juice

he doesn’t tell you but he’s a little manic about what you’re consuming when you’re sick because he doesn’t want you to throw up or get sicker because of what you’re eating

he also gives really good bear hugs when you’re sick

like the best bear hug of your life

when you trudge out of the bedroom in the morning to eat breakfast and open your arms for a hug he will gladly envelope you into the most comfortable thing you’ve felt in weeks

they’re obviously no different from his hugs when you’re not sick but for some reason they’re just so much better than when you’re not feeling well

under jiwoong’s care, you get better in 4-5 days

zhang hao

TOP 3!!

hao is so lovely to be around when everything is normal, so when you’re sick he’s like a saving grace almost

he actually notices you’re sick before you do

he wakes up one morning, looks over at you, and notices that your cheeks are flushed and you’re making a kind of unhappy face

he takes your temperature and is like >:0 oh no

so you literally wake up to him holding a gatorade and a bowl of rice and you’re like ??? what

“you’re sick”

“i am???”

and then a couple of hours the symptoms really kick in and you’re like “how are you a genius…” but he’s just observant lol

while you’re sick, he dials up the zhang hao charm like 7000% and makes sure that you know he loves you more than anything and that he will do/get anything you need until you get better

and he will ensure that you don’t feel guilty that he’s taking time off of his everyday life to dote on you

i think, in general, hao is so good at catching your illness before it’s really able to set in that your symptoms tend to be fairly mild throughout the time that you’re sick (thus, you get better faster)

and he’s good at making sure you’re staying clean too

he knows how awful it is when you get sick and you don’t have anyone to help you out, so you just end up feeling gross and disgusting all the time

so he makes sure you’re doing your skincare (he will literally do it for you if you need him to) and that you’re showering when you need to yk

and he gets “anonymous deliveries” of little treats throughout the time that you’re sick (he asks hanbin to pick some things up and put them at the door lol)

when you get better, hao will take you on a date to celebrate (and he lets you pay so you’ll truly crush any guilt you felt for interrupting his daily life)

under hao’s care, you get better in 4 days!

gunwook

this might be a hot take but i think gunwook would be so nice to have around when you’re sick

i also think, like hao, he picks up on it before it even happens idk

he’ll see that one of your friends got sick after you hung out and he just knows

he will preemptively make you take theraflu, and you think he’s being stupid but then you wake up with a fever

he’s like “i told you”

gunwook would be panicked in a way that you have no clue, so it’s out of sight and out of mind

but in all actuality he’s blowing up the zb1 gc like wtf do i DO!!!

everyone’s first recommendation is to make sure you don’t end up like gyuvin (sick and unhappy) LOL

but half the things he does are recommendations from jiwoong, hao, and hanbin so make sure to thank them at some point!!

because he takes tips from the pros he ends up being a pro you know

and he finds out ricky’s super secret (canned) soup recipe so he’s got that on lock too

essentially gunwook is the product of the rest of the group’s experience … like the answer to one big equation lol

the one thing he doesn’t listen to is everyone telling him to like not be constantly close to you

i’m a believer that gunwook rarely gets sick (his immune system is like on steroids) so he spends the entirety of this period hanging out with you

naps with you, goes to bed at the same time as you, watches whatever you’re watching, etc

obviously he’s washing his hands pretty often but he’s still hanging out with you, which makes you feel very happy and loved :)

afterwards, you’re very thankful and appreciative and gunwook will take all the credit for the techniques other people supplied him with

at some point you’ll probably catch on but you won’t say anything lol

if he’s happy, you’re happy!

under gunwook’s care, you get better in 3-4 days!

hanbin

i feel like this was obvious

this man is literally a mother

you feel like your mom is taking care of you the entire time you’re sick

when you wake up and tell him you aren’t feeling well he does the mom thing (puts his hand on your forehead) and can actually conclude you have a fever by doing that

and then he’ll tell you to go lay down while he makes breakfast lol

it’s seriously like your mom is taking care of you, i cannot overstate this

he’s giving you cold washcloths and handing you cough drops every 2-3 business hours

he asks what your symptoms are and goes “hmm” before disappearing from the room and returning with the exact remedy you need

hanbin quite literally hates the idea that you’re nothing less than happy, so he will do everything in his power to make sure you’re getting better while honoring your wishes at the same time

so if all you want to do is sleep, he’ll let you sleep

or if you want to try and still be productive, he’ll let you help with the dishes or do your own laundry if need be

being sick under hanbin’s care is so nice because you don’t feel like the world has stopped just because you’re sick, you know

the way he takes care of you keeps you feeling strong enough to do something other than lay about all day

and you don’t really get to the point where you feel like death is imminent (i assume this is a universal experience for everyone)

and he’s not too worried about you being sick as he’s worried about you getting better and not having any residual symptoms you know

also makes yummy and delicious food for you so that’s a big plus LOL

you get better so fast that it’s barely a bump in the road

you think god accidentally gave hanbin special powers and you’re glad you get to be the main benefactor of them

under hanbin’s care, you get better in 3 days!

thank you for reading!

[poppy-metal]

Okay so I’m obviously stuck on the idea of being established with Art and Tashi and them bringing Patrick in atm 😞💔 BUT do you think there’s any contention in the dynamics while they’re trying to find a nice balance between the three of them?

Like bickering or getting pissed because Art can be way too lenient, and maybe he doubles down because Tashi and Patrick are so unshakable that he thinks you need someone on your side, but Patrick can’t fucking stand how much he coddles you. He thinks it’s so boring and he’s taking all the fun out of everything.

And Art gets mad because Patrick can be too harsh, too intense. Like Art safewords out for you because Patrick is slapping you and he’s going to leave bruises. And Tashi gets mad because he’s overstepping.

And idk just early in the dynamic I imagine it would be kind of clumsy because there’s a whole new personality in the mix, and doubly worse because it’s Patrick.

i love this dynamic sooooo much. you think it'd be easy because everyone wants eachother but its not. arts still struggling with his marriage being open at all - with the way he was raised polygamy is just not something he ever thought he'd be okay with. being nonmomgamous still fills him with shame sometimes like he needs reassurance constantly that everyone wants this, that hes not making anyone feel neglected. there's also feelings of possessiveness like he doesn't want to share you with patrick, i think out of everyone you and him struggle the most with jealousy.

tashi probably has the least struggle with it - but it's a lot of new things and stuff changes and shifts alot and she has to gentle herself. accounting for all of your feelings isn't something she's used to and she slips up alot, is flippant when she should be more considerate. doesn't see things from someone elses point of view - that kind of thing. she thinks everyone should be more like her, and that feelings not explicitly stated aren't worth her time.

patrick is just a ball of energy. he already loves tashi and art. i think it's easy for him to fall for you too - but he deals with some deep hidden resentment that you're the coddled one and his emotions got treated like dirt over the years. its annoying and you're such a little baby he wonders how tashi can tolerate you - but then again she'd always liked her submissive little lambs that she could lead to slaughter. he wants to be the one doing the slaughtering. its hard for patrick to baby anyone - he's always been blunt as hell and brash and it leads to alot of tension between the two of you.

I think he purposely provokes you and pokes at your insecurities. like at first you aren't ready to sleep with him and that irritates him because you obviously think hes hot - so he makes sure whenever he's fucked tashi or art that you know about it, just to rile you up. and when you're in bed together her purposely hoards attention - he's commanding enough of a presence to get away with it, too. Its so easy to get lost in him, the pull he has over you all is really something. the ability to make art beg to suck his cock, the ability to make tashi whimper - he can both of them wrapped around his body and it'll take a few moments before one of them remembers to bring you in - he does it on purpose and it makes you want to claw his eyes out.

I think you refuse to sleep together with them all together like that for awhile and its what the breaking point is because art gets pissed - confronts patrick on how he bullies you, and patrick just laughs because you want him to bully you. you just wont admit it.

think it ends with patrick getting real fed up with you and pushing you too far one night - or beyond what you've been pushed before with art and tashi - with him calling you a fucking whore and how you probably want him to just take what he wants from you, huh? you're babied enough as it is you want to be fucked like the little brat you are. you want him to sneak into your room at night when mommy and daddy aren't home and force himself into your little cunny and keep going even when you struggle and cry for him to stop. you want him to violate you.

"stop." art would say, flushed and panicked. he doesn't know if hes speaking for himself or for you. "red. stop - she doesn't like it."

and you have tears in your eyes, its true. but not for the reason he thinks. still - you let him gather you up. hold you against him. sheild you from patrick like hes a scary monster.

everyone's upset.

tashi's upset art would presume to know what you'd want - art would snap that there are times she was too self involved to know what was upsetting you before and tashi would go quiet - and then patrick would get angry at everyone for being so fucking horrible at communicating, like its a mess. he probably threatens to just leave like - "this is too fucking much -" and art yells at him to leave, then. they were fine without him before, they'll be fine without him now.

and your eyes get wide because you didn't mean for this to happen. you want to open your mouth and say that you're fine - that its okay. that what patrick said was right and you do want all those things to happen you just cant voice it because you dont want to be a bad girl. you're art and tashi's good girl and now you want to be bad for someone and its all confusing in your head and you just chew on your lip as they all fight over you and you tune out.

eventually you come too, and you realize patrick has really left. packed his things. and you feel your stomach drop. and when you ask where he went art gets this sour look on his face, stiff and frozen over and something you hadn't seen in awhile - and he just shrugs like it doesn't matter even though it clearly does. "doesn't matter. we should've never brought him in, in the first place, baby. im sorry." he drags you into his lap and kisses the side of your head and pretends its fine but you know better.

tashi is more distant and interactions feel forced and cordial and sometimes tashi looks at you like she blames you for it all - and you realize she has a right to because it is your fault.

because of your own fear of your own desires you'd let patrick be pushed out. you used to think that might give you relief, to be the center of attention again. but the absence of patrick eats away at you just as much.

you think you should have just stopped being a brat and let patrick in. stopped being sp stubborn and admit you liked him and wanted him to touch you in a different kind of way.

It's probably weeks later until you finally decide to pull on your big girl panties and talk to art and tashi - tell them what would have saved you all alot of trouble from the start - that you think you're in love with patrick zweig, and you want him back. you want to be a family again.

just thinking about how aggravated patrick would be - spit out TWICE by people he thought cared about him who'd rather choose eachother than admit they want him. thinking about how it'll take alot more than showing up at his apartment and saying you want him back. because do you? do you really?

thinking you might just have to get on your knees and beg.

[katzkinder]

Since Mukuro and Tsuna are still weirdly connected, Tsuna’s sometimes gotten glimpses of things he wasn’t ever supposed to, and vice versa on Mukuro’s end. He usually shoves Tsuna awake once he notices Tsuna’s accidentally plopped into one of his memories, but

If it’s one of Tsuna’s, he’ll let it play out without interruption. It’s never anything of note, anyhow, so expending energy to wake him would be pointless >liar mc liar face

Eventually this gets him more than he bargained for

There’s also a lot of stuff in Tsuna’s mind that, once he’s aware of it, it makes him go okay hold up

Because it’s not like he ever assumed that Tsuna was some happy go lucky idiot, but he also assumed he wasn’t actually thinking about much in that head of his he’s sure is more fluff than brains

Gokudera-kun is going to be disillusioned with me any day now. I’m grateful to him but I feel bad for somehow tricking him like this. I shouldn’t let him get too close but I don’t want to hurt him, either. What should I do? I’m sorry, Gokudera-kun. Please don’t hate me when you figure it out.

Yamamoto is such a nice person; he shouldn’t be stuck around someone like me. He’s like Kyoko-chan like that. Nice to everyone, even useless, no good me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she fell in love with him. Of course the two nicest people in the whole school would date, right? I’m so worried about him… I don’t know how to handle the way he lights up when he sees me. What should I do? Don’t try and hurt yourself again. Don’t get hurt for my sake, either. I’m sorry I’m so weak…

Hibari-san doesn’t treat me differently from anyone else. He’s super scary but he still bothers to treat me like I’m normal. I think if even he began to act like I wasn’t worth his time I would seriously just give up and call it quits. Things have gotten so messed up. I’m relying on a psychopath like that kicking my ass to reassure me I still mean something. If even someone who values strength above all else still has hope for me what choice do I have?

Reborn’s going to give up on me. Reborn’s going to give up on me. Reborn’s going to give up on me. Don’t go. Don’t go. Don’t go don’t go don’t go don’t go don’t go don’t go don’t go don’t go— It would be just like me to be so useless I beat the world’s greatest, huh?

The only words he ever found in relation to himself, and words that shake him to his core, are very simple ones

Please wait for me

One time, though, he managed to dive deep enough to find the source of Tsuna’s Dying Will, and he keeps going back despite knowing it’s a pointless, silly thing to do.

There are still the broken remnants of a cage around it. If he sits near it like this, he can almost pretend he isn’t in Vindicare. The cage is still red hot. He’ll burn his fingers if he tries to handle them. The flames reach out to him but don’t touch.

It is not a soft, warm home.

It is something which, if he allowed it to, would consume him right down to his marrow.

This is how Sawada Tsunayoshi has always survived

One day he sees that flame guttering, and he feels panic swell in his throat, because what could possibly, after all this time, be dimming that roaring inferno

There’s ice at the base now

Tsuna made a binding vow to destroy Vongola, that rotten, shambling corpse of a man’s ideals puppeteered by someone with a face a lot like his.

He knows better than anyone that when you make that kind of vow, if you don’t fulfill it… There are consequences.

The mafia has practically deified Vongola Primo’s will into its own separate entity.

The ring, rebuilt and no longer fit for any other, past or future, weighs cold on a young boy’s finger, demanding he make good on his promise

Mukuro wants to destroy the mafia. He’ll get his wish. He’ll make sure of it.

Sawada Tsunayoshi… Is too kind for that life, anyhow.

[artisticxlly]

trick or treat =3

This one will probably be my last one! A sweet sickfic, fooooor Tsukkiyama! Hey, I bet you didn't guess that :P

"Tsukki?"

Kei sits up when he hears his nickname be called. "Come in." His voice hangs thick in his throat, nose closed up.

The door opens and there stands a very concerned Tadashi, still in thick clothes, his school backpack on. He also held a plastic bag in his hand that seemed to be filled with some things.

"I saw your text, and I got really worried! So I thought I might check on you. I... Also brought you some stuff, and the homework."

"It's not like I'm on my deathbed. And you could've given it to Akiteru, you know." Kei mumbles, leaning back against the headboard of his bed. The dino plushie he previously had held is hidden behind his aching back.

"Oh uhm... He's not here? Your mom let me in though, she was glad to have someone check on you." Oh, that's right. Akiteru had told Kei that he was going out.

"Fine, come in. Close the door." Kei answers, pushing his blanket down so it bunched up in his lap. He felt like his head was stuffed with cotton, heavy and aching. Come to think of it, the slightly cold breeze in his room was making his skin burst into painful goosebumps. When did someone open the window?

Tadashi had stripped himself of his thick jacket and gloves, standing there with the plastic bag still in hand. "I didn't quite know what to get but I hope there is some useful stuff in here." He explains, coming closer.

Kei stops him. "Let me put a mask on before I get you sick." He tells Tadashi, before coughing into his elbow. His throat had gone very dry.

"Its fine, Tsukki. Even if you do, it's just a cold."

"You have a weak immune system." Kei argues, but Tadashi doesn't care. He sits down on the bed, by Kei's socked feet. Kei sits up, crossing his legs and scooting closer. Maybe it was because he felt utterly miserable, but being closer to Tadashi right now seemed to be a good decision to give him comfort.

"Why are you sitting like that?" Tadashi asks, and Kei realises that his back is fully hunched, his elbows on his knees.

"My back hurts." Kei states. "Some kind of muscle aches." He feels something warm on his back. Tadashi had placed a warm palm on his spine, finger gently touching over the bumps of his vertebrae.

Kei usually would've flinched away from Tadashi's hand by now, but he didn't. The gentle touch is awfully pleasant.

"Want to move the blanket over your shoulders? It might help you keep your back warm."

"If you think it'll help." Kei tells him, not having energy to protest. Tadashi sits up on his knees and grabs the edge of the blanket, draping it over his shoulders. It was still nice and warm on the inside, soothing the painful goosebumps away.

The other looks worried still, sitting back across from him. "Better?"

"I'm fine, Tadashi." Kei says, sneezing a few times.

"Bless you. And you don't seem fine. You need to tell me how I can help, okay?"

"I just feel miserable, to be honest." Kei curls in on himself. "I feel awful."

"I'm sorry Tsukki."

Tadashi closes the silence by rummaging through the plastic bag.

"Sorry." Kei mumbles, feeling dumb for complaining.

"It's okay, I get it." Tadashi reassures him. "I'm surprised you even let me get this near to you. Usually you're very persistent about personal space."

Kei goes quiet. He doesn't even tell Tadashi to shut up. "I don't know, I just... Really don't mind it right now. Being close to you makes this feel less insufferable."

Tadashi doesn't tease him. "Do you want me to be closer? I'm warm." He offers in a soft tone instead.

And Kei did feel cold.

He couldn't deny that that offer made him feel warm, mostly in his face. Was he seriously blushing?

"Mm."

"Just a-an offer-"

"Sure." Kei looks at Tadashi, who was blushing too. Something was making Kei's pulse quicken in his ears.

Tadashi scoots closer, offering Kei to lean against his side as they both rest their backs against the headboard.

"It's mostly just snacks, but I also saw some uh... Cute dinosaur stuff." He explains.

"You don't need to explain, just show me." The other nods, taking out the lightest things first, since they needed to be stacked on top, otherwise they would be crushed by the heavier stuff. There was a slice of strawberry shortcake, which caught Kei's eye.

Tadashi was pretty much the only person that knew Kei loved that specific cake, from that specific bakery. He had also brough some salty things, as well as some medicine and a... Is that a dinosaur-shaped heating pad?

He must've said it out loud, because Tadashi laughed softly. "Yeah. I had a feeling you'd like it. You can put it in the microwave until it's nice and warm."

"Tadashi..." Kei mumbles, having to hide his face in the other's shoulder. "Thank you." Tadashi looks surprised. "-Oh, you're welcome, Tsukki."

"You're..." Kei looks up from Tadashi's shoulder, but all thoughts leave his head when he locks eyes with Tadashi.

"..."

"Tsukki?" Tadashi asks, eyes widening with worry. "You're uhm... Crying." Kei blinks, looking down slightly.

Was he really? He was.

"Sorry." He could only mutter.

"No, don't apologise. What's wrong?" He asks, placing a hand on Kei's head, taking off his glasses and putting them on the nightstand.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

"I-I don't know."

"Okay..." Tadashi wipes his tears away, holding Kei's face in his hands. "I'm here. Whatever's going on, I'm gonna... Try to help." He tries his best to comfort Kei, who didn't know why his chest felt so tight. His vision was out of focus.

Tadashi is still holding him, now having a hand on his forehead. "You have a bit of a high temperature..." He comments.

Something about Kei's expression must have made Tadashi feel really bad, because he pulled Kei into a hug. Kei didn't like hugs, but right now it felt like Tadashi was holding him together. Then again, his sickness made him crave the things he'd usually feel uncomfortable doing. Like being this close to Tadashi, or being... Vulnerable in general. He hugs Tadashi back, face buried somewhere between his jaw and shoulder. His hands splayed over the small of Tadashi's back.

When he starts wheezing and coughing he's offered water, which he accepts. Tadashi rubs his back, even after Kei had stopped crying.

"Why am I... Such a mess." Kei muttered in embarrassment, looking down at himself.

"You're just... Sick and overwhelmed maybe. It's okay." Tadashi reassures him. "Do you want some cake, Tsukki?" He asks.

Kei nods.

"Kei?" Tadashi asks, voice soft. He was offering Kei the cake on a plate, which the taller of the two hadn't noticed. Kei takes it, after realising Tadashi just called him by his first name. And he didn't mind it. At all.

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Thanks for the ask! This one is OLD, I'm sorry if it's bad :,)

[thesunhatesme]

A day at the beach

Phantom/Mountain Wc: 930 Summary: The pack goes to the beach and Phantom is a bit scared of water Tagging @sister-nyx because I used her Loving Phantom post as a promptlist.

Everyone was helping load up the van with all the parasols, blankets, floaties and food, even Dew. Copia got a day off and decided to take his ghouls to the beach as a treat for behaving so well. Everyone was excited as they jumped in the van, or, almost everyone was. Phantom wasn't too excited, he'd never been to the beach and he didn't really like the water and there was no point in going to the beach if one was scared of water and the others would think he was weird if he just sat in the shade watching.

“Everyone buckled up?” Copia asked, turning around from the driver's seat. 

“yeah” Phantom said quietly, taking out his switch, as the drive there would be a while.

Swiss and Mountain exchanged concerned glances over him, they knew he was a very cautious ghoul and was no big fan of trying new things. The ghoul between them turned on the switch and opened Animal crossing. Swiss couldn't help but notice how shaky Phantom's hands were and how he was bouncing his knees up and down.

“You okay there, Ant?” He asked, putting  a hand on his thigh.

“Yeah I'm fine, just a little nervous” He answered, putting his head on Swiss shoulder

“It's okay to be nervous, and we'll be there with you,” Mountain reassured, also putting a hand on his thigh

Cumulus, Cirrus and Aurora were in the back, talking excitedly about all the pictures they were going to take. Dew, Rain and Sunshine were sitting in the middle row bickering over which floatie belonged to whom. Mountain, Phantom and Swiss sat in the front row, Phantom playing his switch and the other two watching. Copia drove and Aether sat in the passenger seat, chatting happily and that's how the car ride continued until they arrived at the beach. 

As soon as the car stopped, all the ghouls jumped out, carrying all the stuff while running to a nice spot. Everyone except for Phantom, Mountain and Copia. Phantom had stopped as soon as he got out of the car, he didn't want to do this.

“You ready to go?” Mountain and Copia asked in sync and held out a hand each for Phantom to grab.

“I guess,” He said, barely above a whisper as he grabbed their hands. They slowly started making their way to the sand. When they arrived at the spot they started putting up the parasols and laying out the blankets.

When they were done, Mountain, Aether and Copia started blowing up the floaties, they were the only ones that could. Phantom sat on a blanket under a parasol, playing on his switch.

“That was the last one, and remember, no-” Copia started, but they were already in the water. Copia sighed, “Guess I'll have to go after them” as he started walking towards the water, leaving Mountain and Phantom alone.

“Don't you want to go after them?” Mountain asked, looking over at where Phantom was sitting.

“No, don't like the water”

“Well, I want to go feel the water, so how about, You come with me and only dip your feet?”

“Okay, but only my feet”

Phantom put away his Switch and they started making their way to the water, hand in hand. Mountain could tell that Phantom was a bit unsure, the way he was walking, how he was gripping Mountain's hand and how he fiddled with the strings on his shorts.

While Mountain was in the water, Phantom started collecting rocks and seashells, and before he knew it, there was water up to his thighs. But there was a big white sea shell and he really wanted it. So he reached down, but just when he was going to grab it, a wave hit him in the face. 

Mountain, who had stayed close, was quick to pull him up in his arms. Phantom clinched to him. Mountain hugged him and held him close.

“Hey” Mountain said softly, “Its just water, it will go away in a bit, you can blink it away” he continued as he rubbed his back in slow circles.

“It's okay Bug, breathe with me” They stayed like that for a while, until Phantom had calmed down. He stayed in Mountains arms when they looked for more sea shells.

“Look! It's like the one I tried to grab, but got splashed in the face!” Phantom yelled while pointing at it. 

“Do you want to try grab it?”

"I'm not sure” Phantom answered, “I don't want to get splashed in the face again.

“I think you can do it, you grabbed loads of shells before you got splashed” Mountain encouraged, he knew he could do it and he also knew Phantom would regret not trying.

Mountain kept on encouraging him and after a while Phantom let go of Mountain and stood on the sand by himself. And after a few tries, he managed to grab it. Mountain was so proud of his bug for overcoming his fear.

They got out of the water and started setting up the picnic dinner with bread, sliced vegetables and loads of other finger foods. Everyone came to eat and chatted happily together. Aurora showing all the pictures, Swiss telling all the fun things they did with the floaties and Phantom showing all his rocks and seashells. The dinner came to an end and everyone helped load up the car. 

“I'm so proud of you, buggy,” Mountain whispered in his ear as they sat in the car. Phantom cuddled closer and put his head on his shoulder.

[pyromegalomaniac]

I have a request... Wally Darling x abused reader... like the reader was abused in their past before they moved to the neighborhood... if my request upset you, I don't mind if you don't do it!

Oh, megacandy420, I'd love to do this one!! (Nice name by the way, ha.) I do believe I have some experience with verbal and maybe even physical abuse myself so I think I could do these pretty well!! Okay here goes the headcanons!! Enjoy!!

(♡˙︶˙♡)

Wally x abused!reader headcanons🍎🩹

(Obviously a warning ahead for heavy mention of verbal and physical abuse and its after-effects.)

Saying sorry a lot

Saying sorry for saying sorry too much

Wally always just laughs, looks at you gently and says "there's no need to apologize, dear."

Tending to ignore when you feel uncomfortable, which Wally has learned to recognize

He does his best to keep you feeling happy safe and comfy

Dropping a dish and thinking "I'm so stupid", being on the verge of tears as you clean it up

Wally coming over to help and reassuring you that everyone makes mistakes

When you call yourself a screw-up or something like that he'll tell you "no, and I love you" over and over again until you don't say bad things about yourself anymore

Stiffening up whenever you hear someone using an angry tone, even if it's not directed at you

Wally is always there to comfort you

You used to flinch when you just started dating Wally and he'd try to touch your face, but now you relish the gentleness he holds your cheek with

Not making any decisions purely for your own happiness (ex: getting yourself something nice or choosing what to eat for dinner)

Wally likes to get you little gifts so you know you matter to him

He tries to get you to do things purely because you want to do them, not to make anyone else happy

If you're ever standing around or whatever in a tense pose, he'll gently come in from behind and hug you

He'll ask you if you want anything from the store and insist it's no problem when you ask if he's sure

Laying in bed or on the couch and suddenly feeling like crying for no particular reason at all

He'll lay by you (either facing you or big spooning) and whisper to you and stroke your hair

He often wonders to himself why someone would ever treat you that way

If he ever met them he'd steal their kneecaps

Venting to him about your abuser or stuff that's going on right now

He just stares at you with a smile and nods while he listens

When you're done he pulls you close and makes sure you know that he loves you and that you deserve the world

Sometimes you'll fall asleep that way, laying with him as his arms are wrapped around you, stroking your hair and whispering to you...

These might've been influenced a but too much from my own personal experience, but I tried not to let it get too specific, heh. I actually think these helped me a bit with working through my own stuff, and I hope you liked them too!! Thanks so much for requesting these!! I look forward to writing more in the future!! Much love!!!

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

[conniesanchor]

comfort

cw; mentions of (child) abuse, fluff.

masterlist | jj maybank masterlist

the sound of fingers tapping against your window woke you up. even though you knew it was jj, a part of you always wondered if it were a creepy guy trying to make his way into your bedroom. giving yourself a second to fully wake up, you made your way over to your window in your small tank top and larger pyjama pants.

when you opened up the window, you were met with a cut up and bloody jj. weary took over your face, "hey, handsome." you spoke trying to cover up your fear laced voice. you quickly helped him into your bedroom. he practically fell straight into your arms, you immediately wrapped them around him. "it's okay, baby. i’ve got you. i’ve always got you." you whispered along with other sweet nothings into his ear.

he continued to sob into your shoulder, he was trying his best to stay brave but it was hard when it was neverending hurt. "i hate him." he cried, his grip tightening onto your torso.

it took quite a while to get him to calm down. he was on your bed and you were rummaging through your bathroom to find something to clean him up with. you made your way to him, giving him a smile. "you want some help getting your shirt off or are you good?" you asked, your voice soft and full of sympathy.

he smiled a little bit, "some help would be nice." he whispered, lifting his arms up. you happily obliged, gently taking his t-shirt off. you hated when you had to clean him up, when he winced or when his breathing stopped a moment. you gave him a look and he knew that it meant that the sting was coming next. he placed his left hand on your hip, squeezing. when you placed the alcohol on the largest wound he winced, your heart shattering at the sound.

he noticed this, quickly reassuring you, "its not your fault, pretty, it never will be." you always felt selfish for being upset when he got hurt. tears were escaping your eyes as you buried your face into his hair and pulled him into a big hug.

"you're so perfect, j. okay? im sorry he treats you like this." you apologized, wiping your tears away and continuing to clean him up. after you finished and put all the stuff away, jj wasted no time in pulling you into bed and under the covers. "j, baby. gotta get you out of those jeans." you mumbled, pulling away.

"nuh-uh." he whined, pulling you back into him. he wrapped both of his arms around you, and maneuvered the two of you so that you were laying on top of him. he wasn't going to let go no matter what you did, so you just let him have his way.

you kissed his neck softly, "wanna talk about it?" you questioned. he knew you would never pressure him into it, you only ever wanted him to feel safe and calm.

he took a deep breath, slightly loosening his grip on your torso. "i just don't understand why he gets so mad you know? i mean one minute he was fine and the next he was out of control. i want to hate him so bad, but..." he couldnt figure out exactly why he couldn't hate his father.

"but hes your dad, j. it's hard to hate someone you've loved for so long." you comforted him, your voice barely above a whisper. "i love you, handsome. okay? nothings ever going to change that." you spoke once more, it was his biggest fear. you would see a side of him you wouldn't like, and would leave like everyone else had. "you're not your father, j."

he smiled into your hairline, "i love you so much, princess. so so much." he fell asleep shortly after that, his light snores that were usually torture were music to your ears.

you placed a kiss to the bottom of his chin, "and i love you, j baby."

i don't like this.

[gazsluckyhat]

Sarah's House *TW*

Five - Shiny Things

Masterlist

I'm so sorry it's took me this long. I had a horrible reaction to a antibiotic I was on due to complications from my surgery. But I'm feeling a lot better now so updates should be regular now.

This one also isn't as long as the others but I had something happen every time I sat down to write. Literally. But I hope you enjoy it. A tad bit of domestic fluff before we get into the good shit. Shit is also getting darker so just be prepared

Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.

or

Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.

Sarah's watching. Eyes flitting around the room, not really focusing on anything particular. Everyone is doing something, but her. Price and her father are doing legal paperwork for something she doesn't know, there's a nurse talking to Ghost and Gaz, with the latter making a list of stuff they needed to get for her. Everything feels surreal, almost dream like. The voices are still there, yelling at her, telling her things that make her chest ache. But she pushes it down, away from her front, because Soap, she liked it, is coming to sit beside her. All pretty blue eyes and light stubble. She gives him what she hopes it a reassuring smile. I'm totally okay and not thinking about jumping out that window. Not at all. It doesn't work though, she forgets they are one of the best SAS teams in Europe. They read lies for a living.

"We're gonna go to Price's place. It's out past town, beautiful backyard. Quiet, think ''ya will like it." His thumb is rubbing her hand and its nice. The touch. The feeling of his skin on hers. Feels good to not be afraid of it, of any of them. They've had plenty of time to do anything they wanted to her and never did. Ghost had seen her naked, held her body to him and not once looked at or touched her wrong in any way. She'd expected that, had prepared herself for it. But then they talked to her, actually spoke to her like a human rather than a animal. She'd wanted to cry, to honest to god cry. It had felt so nice. To be human. They'd given her that.

"Ay' where'd you go?" Johnny was still petting her hand, speaking to only her, concern in his voice. Sarah looked at him, really looked for the first time. He really was handsome. There was a scar on his chin, she left her fingers ghost over it. Had smile lines, which she had expected, he was always smiling or laughing. She ran her hands over his lips, then his eye brows. Using her free hand she tapped him a message. ... --- / .... .- -. -.. ... --- -- . So handsome  Soap blused, she found him cuter like that. Cheeks all red and eyes suddenly bashful.

"Don't lie lassie." But she was shaking her head. -.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . / -....- / -- .- -.- . / -- . / ..-. . . .-.. / .... ..- -- .- -. You are - Make me feel human His heart is stuttering, head begging his blood to quit rushing. Her sudden attention making the fluttery feeling he felt around her wild.

"You are. Deserve to be treated as such. Pretty bonnie thing like you? Deserve the world an' more." She's looking away, feeling suddenly lightheaded. "Get ya' home, away from this and let ya' heal. Show them that 'u're stronger than it." Sarah doesn't know why she does it, just that the urge is overpowering and it's either his mouth or his cheek but she needs the contact. And she kissing his cheek, burying her head in his neck while she squeezes him.

"T-t-th-a-nk y--u S -o-ap." It's breathy and takes her a few minutes to get out, but it is tattooed on his heart, her body conforming to fit in his arms, heartbeat steady for the first time in two years. And that's when Johnny realizes he's fucked.

 Two hours later she's once again in oversized clothes and sitting beside her dad while Price drives them to his place. Soap typing on his phone, eyes watching her every little bit. It's away from town. Away from the loud noises and wild smells. She thinks she likes it. But she's not sure. The place itself it gorgeous. Reminds her of a childhood trip to the mountains. The cabin they stayed in had been a little like this, but way smaller. It fit what she knew of Price. She could picture him on the balcony with a cup of coffee, or tea, and maybe even a paper.

"S'not much but it's home. And you're welcome to it." Sarah nods and smiles. She follows the boys up the stairs and into the main room, which she has to hold in her shock. It's beautiful. Decorated for comfort. The couch is cozy and plush and she knows she will be using it for naps. A large fireplace was agaisnt one wall with T.V on the one beside it. The size causing her to look at Price with one eyebrow up.

"Enjoy a good rugby match." He's rubbing the back of his neck and blushing, and Sarah giggles. Actually giggles. It's the sweetest sound they've ever heard in their lives. It's rough around the edges but warms their hearts. Because she's healing. The kitchen is next, just as beautiful as the rest.

"There's three rooms upstairs and two down here. I'm giving you the master Sarah" She’s shaking her head, trying to refuse. It’s not fair. She’s always a burden in her mind and she refuses to kick him out of his own space. She wasn’t raised like that. She’s pointing at him, yours. She's more than insisting it, she can't feel like this. This problem that everyone has to bow down to. No, she isn't that. She's Sarah. Sarah who got her teeth way to early. Sarah who knows all the words to any Stevie Nicks song. Sarah who hates blood now. Sarah who can't look in the mirror without gagging. Sarah who wants to peel her own skin off. Sarah who wants to di…

She's hyperventilating, Price kneeling below her, hands holding on to her red cheeks. His eyes are a cool blue she realizes. Different then Johnny's bright ones. Price's are pools. Calm pools she feels safe in. Home in. She takes her own hands and grabs his shoulders, squeezing to make sure he's real. Not the phantoms that've been haunting her since she woke.

"The room is bigger, has a attached bathroom, space for you to retreat when we become to  much. Do you understand? You're not puttin' me out, lovie. I'm a easy man, give me a chance and I'll sleep anywhere." He's giving her that smile that makes her knees feel funny. All she can do is nod as her heart rate slows and air stops feeling short.

"Do ya' wanna go see it?" She nodding and taking his hand, it smaller than his, comically small. He leads her up the stairs and to the left. Once he opens the door she freezes. It's beautiful. The bed is in the middle, most are right? She can't remember. The sheets and bed cover are dark blue and suddenly she feels exhausted. There's a door to the right of the entrance that leads to a just as beautiful bathroom with a soaking tub and a walk in shower that makes her want to puke. She doesn't step foot any there. On the opposite wall is a walk in closet that's not even half full of clothes, most of them are on the floor. They're all Price's and she can smell them from here, makes her chest all warm. There's a floor to ceiling window on the other side of the closet that she reveals when she moves the giant curtains. The view causing her jaw to drop. Her knees almost give out when she sees the mountains, the way the trees look around the yard. There's a shed and, is that a 4 wheeler? Price was right. This would be her kingdom. She tells him by throwing her body at him, catches him off guard. But she weighs like five pounds soaking wet so he steadies himself easily.

They spend the next couple hours talking and doing laundry. Well the boys do. Her dad went to sleep early, jet lag he said. Sarah trying to help fold but is swatted away, told to relax. Which is not happening because the voices are screaming at her, her skin is crawling and for the love of God she has to pee but there's a mirror in the bathroom and she refuses to see herself again. So she sits pretty, listens and pretends to not see the shadow in the corner. Price and Johnny are talking about some past mission when Ghost and Gaz finally walk through the door, both carrying more shopping bags then seems physically possible. She gapes, she knows she does. Because where did they go? She's only seen this in movies.

"Oi, you two. Wanna help, huh?" Ghost is setting them at her feet. Then bending down to press a clothed kiss to her head. "Got you a surprise Flower." Then he's out the door following the other two. Gaz setting his bags in the kitchen. She can hear him moving around and unloading things so she joins him. She's always been nosy.

"Hey pretty, come to join me?" She nods and walks to the bags on the counter, fingers pulling so she can peek in the bags. "Open them up, yeah? Point at anything you like." And so she does. The first bag is simple just some basic cooking stuff. Garlic, mint, thyme and a couple more herbs. The next one makes her smile. It's filled with chips and snacks. She points at a few she wants to try before handing them to Gaz who tells her his favorite. The next is fruit and she points at almost every single piece, which makes Gaz happy because maybe she'll eat a lot and gain some weight. She almost drops the next one, the sight startling her. It's meat, ground beef she thinks, but its bloody and reminds her of the prisoner in the cell beside hers. The one they took a meat cleaver to, his hea… And she’s gagging, running to the trash bin to dry heave and puke up stomach acid.

"Sarah!" There's a hand pulling her hair back, the other rubbing down her spine. She shakes that one off, not because she doesn't want him touching her (God does she want him touching her) but because the Russians had laughed at her when she'd puked. Pointed and laughed. Made her fucking eat it. Some of them would fuck her through it. Shove their fucking prick dicks in her mouth until she vomits again, moaning words she wished she didn't understand. When she's done she stand up and faces Gaz, shame covering her features.

"I'm sorry. I should've put it away before, didn't think." And he's hugging her and handing her a bottle of, apple juice? Fucking apple juice. And she cries. Because she fucking loves apple juice and hasn’t had it in two years. Fucking Russians only gave her stagnate fucking water. She's cursing too much. Her mom wouldn't be happy. "You want water instead, I'll…" She shaking her head. Smiling and pulling it to her chest hoping he gets it. "You're favorite?” She nods. "I'll buy more then." And he unpacks the rest of the stuff. Including the other thirty bags Johnny sets down when he comes back in, stealing a juice as well and leading her back to the living room. Where Price and Ghost have at least one hundred bags waiting. Okay, maybe not that many but still, it's a lot.

"Come sit down, want you to see these." She sits on the couch, just as soft as she thought, and gets comfy. Or what she hopes looks like comfy. Her skin is crawling still. She swears there has to be mites under there.

"We know you have no clothes or anythin' really so we got it for ya'." Ghost says shoving a box at her. She's wide eyed. They…bought her things? With their money? She's pushing the box back and trying to get up. Shaking her head no while trying not to cry. Her head is spinning. She doesn't deserve this.

"Ay' stop, sit down. It's okay." Johnny is pulling her to sit beside him, his thigh pressing into hers. "Breath lassie." His lips are right above her ear, pressing soft kisses there. Her fingers are moving before she understands. -.. --- -. - / -.. . ... . .-. ...- . Don't deserve Johnny wants to scream. "Of course you do." -. --- / .... .- ...- . / -. --- - .... .. -. --. / - --- / --- ..-. ..-. . .-. No nothing to offer How can he get her to understand that he would give her the heads of anyone she wanted if it meant she would be happy?

"You don't 'ave to offer anythin' for people to care." Johnny wants to shake her. But he knows she's had her worth beaten into her, literally.

"You can't go around naked. Open the gifts." Price isn't giving her a choice, plucking a bag up and setting it in her lap. She stares at it before shakily opening it. A shirt, multiple actually, in some of the prettiest colors she's seen. She can feel tears on her cheeks.  They’re soft. So damn soft. She doesn’t have proper time to process and get emotional because Ghost is handing her another bag. Which was the whole point. This one has sweats, basic colors that she could pair with anything.

“Didn’t know your jean size and I thought you seemed like a sweats kinda gal.” She giggling at Ghost and nodding. Because he’s one hundred percent correct. The next bags are more shirts and bottoms. The pajamas being the softest things she’s ever touched. Gaz picked out the pink fluffy slippers she instantly put on and fell in love with, the tennis shoes Ghost got fit like a dream. There's so much stuff, and it's all new and expensive. She may have been hidden in a basement for two years but she knows Nike is a top seller. There's only a couple bags left, Johnny easily organizing what is what and where it goes. God she's grateful for that. Her eyes catch a box, it's closed with the flaps tucked into each other. She cocks her head to the side and points.

"Gaz picked that out." It's clearly heavy, Ghost gives a grunt when he sets it down. He pulls the flaps open and, her hands grab the very first one on top. Twilight Her heart seems to have stopped. It's used, clearly, but she couldn't give a rats ass. It reminds her of her youth, the days spent wrapped in a blanket and devouring each book. Of her mom taking her to the theater to watch each one when it came out. The second book is next, then the third, fourth. It's the whole collection. She's looking up and catching his brown eyes.

"There's more, underneath them. Want help?" Please. She nods. And he's handing her some of her favorites. Books. One of her favorite things that she had accepted to never having, touching, or seeing ever again. She puts them down and throws her arms around him. Actually holding on. "Your dad said you enjoyed 'em. So I thought I'd try and find a few."  And she could combust with the emotions she's feeling. The fact someone actually cared enough to get her something. Matter of fact, the fact someone cared was enough to send her over the edge. She'd known nothing but hate and anger for so long she forgot what it felt like to be cared for. To be loved. Her nails are digging in, chest heaving and her whole body shakes. She buries her face deeper into Gaz's neck, wanting to capture this feeling forever.

"Than-k y-o-u." It's broken and rushed but nothing sounds sweeter to Gaz, the words setting a fire in his chest. He's gently pulling her back, wiping tears as she sniffles.

"You're welcome. If there's anymore you want, just ask." Pushing hair out of her face he turns her around, where Ghost is patiently waiting with bag in his hand. She eyes it, its not branded.

"Open it." And she does. It's a necklace, silver and thin. Expensive she's sure. The pendant takes her breath away. It's small, size of a dime. But it's a raven. Blood red gem for it's eye. Her call sign. "Sargent Raven, pretty badass callsign. Deserves to be shown off too." Her partner in crime had come up with it. Said she always had a eye for the enemy, like a raven to something shiny. Her heart ached. Her team, she'd thought about them constantly in the beginning. What had happened to them, if they were looking for her. She'd had the thoughts beat out of her in the end. Lifting it up she beckoned to put it on. Thick fingers brushed agasint bruised skin. The chain fit perfectly around her neck, the raven sitting comfortably at the start of her chest bone. Her fingers dance across the pendent, it's smooth and brings a sense of calm instantly to her mind. No one had called her Raven in so long, she'd missed it.

Johnny and Price had cleaned and re-organized his closet one she'd opened everything. Price taking his clothes to the bedroom down the hall. He didn't have many and so it made sense to move them anyway. Turns out Johnny had a knack for organization. Sarah sat on the bench and watched the men work. Johnny pointing and talking while Price listened. They hung her shirts up and folded her pants to put in the drawers, her shoes going in the opened faced shelves. Johnny mentioning she needed more.

"She's got more. A lot more." Her dad is leaning in the doorway, watching. The sight making his worries fade. "She and my wife are one in the same about shoes." Her cheeks turn red as he talks.

"I think all women like shoes." Price smiles her way. He likes a woman in pretty shoes too.

"I can ship her things back here when I get home." Sarah scrunches up her brows, but Johnny beats her to the punch.

"That's gonna cost a pretty penny ya' know." Johnny waves a black clothes hanger for emphasis. Her father nods, waves his hand.

"She's worth every penny. Spend every dime I had if it meant she'd be happy." Sarah feels weird. A mixture of happy and, guilt, maybe? Happy to have her dad here and the boys who really seem to care, but guilty for having to put them through it. Her dad who spent two years being told she was dead. Left to imagine the worst for her, terror griping him at every turn. Forced to face every parents worst nightmare day after day. All because of her. Because she couldn't do her job right. She was the sniper, the lookout. The Raven. She failed. Failed her mission, her teammates, herself. She should have seen the signs they were there. Heard their footsteps. Maybe if she had cased the area beforehand? Or maybe if she had chosen a different spot, one closer to where her team was supposed to converge? Should have screamed louder, fought harder, used her teeth more. She was the Raven, there was no reason they should have overpowered her that easy, she trained every day for missions twice as hard. Should have slit her thro… Price is pulling at her hand, yanking her to her feet. He squeezes her shoulders a little to get rid of that glassy daze in her eyes.

"Tell the boys we'll be down in a second, will ya' lovie?" Waits until she looks him in his eyes and nods, smiles at him. Then sends her on her way, her dad walking with her.

"Whatdya' think she thinks 'bout when she gets lost?" Price isn't sure. Well, he thinks he knows but doesn't wanna be right. He shakes his head, eyes catching Johnny's.

"Russia." He leaves it at that.

[luminouslywriting]

Hi. Really enjoying your writings so far. I’m looking forward to reading more of your Mastermind fic.

I see that you’ve got your requests open. So can I request some domestic headcanons for John Brady please.

Hope you have a great weekend!

Not gonna lie, as a fellow Lady Who Brady's....I was twirling my hair, giggling, and immediately running to tell @lambcow about this one since I love him so much! So buckle up, this one is LONG and I could talk about him for DAYS!!!

-This man?

-This precious angel is the best husband and you cannot convince me otherwise, okay??

-Like he's just the sweetest! I don't think he's necessarily over the top in his words or his deeds, but he's devoted and that's the important thing here

-Marriage is sacred to him and you're his entire world. He absolutely makes sure to treat you like that and makes sure that you know how he feels about you.

-He's a man of WORDS. He absolutely considers it a God-given gift that he gets to tell you he loves you every day before work, always thanks you for whatever time or effort you've put into things, and always kisses you goodnight and murmurs sweet nothings into your ears.

-John Brady also really loves to treat you on special occasions. Some of the gifts include a pearl necklace, pretty bows for your hair, new gloves, a nice pair of heels, he loves to see how excited you get at his little gifts

-Anniversaries are a big deal to him and he makes a big deal of birthdays and celebrating holidays

-He prefers intimate gatherings to large affairs and this is reflective in the way that he's not very big on PDA

-But if you're out in public and he feels so inclined, he might like to rest his hand on your waist or the small of your back

-Loves holding hands while cuddling, especially at nighttime

-I can't explain it, but he's very refined when it comes to literature and books and so you two definitely read together at nighttime—especially poetry or particularly beautiful literature.

-Would, in fact, write you small poems to let you know how much he loves you

-If you're musically inclined, IT'S LITERALLY the best thing ever for this man

-Playing the piano together always turns into tickling or giggling fits after a while of actually attempting to play the music

-Really wants to teach all of your future children music too

-If you're not musically inclined, that's fine, he's still going to try and teach you haha

-He loves to serenade you and don't tell anyone, but if you're ever having a hard time falling asleep, he does sing to you to get you to get sleepy and it works every single damn time

-Because he's really big on words and conversation and communication, he's always really patient with you if you're frustrated or upset about things

-He's the type of husband who could listen to someone talk for hours and hours

-But also sit in comfortable silence because you two are just at ease with one another

-Doesn’t really sleep in but he loves waking up before you to watch you sleep….its something that really calms him and reassures him

-Loves to go dancing and is really really good at it. He has a ton of fun doing all of the spins and fancy moves bc you know he can.

-Will help you detangle your hair. I can't explain it, but I just know that he could braid hair. I have no context for given thing, but I just know it

-Likes to help you get your shoes on

-Is very touchy and sweet when it's just the two of you

-Is a decent cook? Like it's definitely edible but idk if the flavor is gonna be very good haha

-Very traditional in the sense of what he feels like he should be doing for you and around the house

-Loves sitting with his arm around you in church and is ever-slightly pleased when everyone looks at you like you're the most stunning thing ever because OBVIOUSLY they're seeing what he's seeing

-Always knows exactly what to say to make you feel better if you’re having a hard day

-Lingering kisses, kisses that are softly feathered down necks, massages when you're stressed—HIS HANDS PLS I CAN'T

-Literally just wants to be a dad, give the man several babies please

Spicy thoughts below:

-He strikes me as the type of man to like baths and loves sharing baths with you. It doesn't even have to be a sexual thing, it's the intimacy of it all that really has him hooked.

-Going back to the hands thing....listen, we all know Brady is skilled with his hands *coughs at Marina and Bee* but he adores making you come apart with his hands

-Hates to argue but LOVES makeup sex and it's always really hot. He definitely doms in that situation and enjoys being possessive and making you lose control.

-Is really good at hiding when he's turned on but there's a certain look that he gives you and you just know things are about to take a turn

-Doesn't get jealous easily, which is great—but also really loves to show you that he's all yours

-Just as skilled with his mouth as he is with his hands and don't you ever forget it

-Doesn't enjoy quickies but quickies in the sense of sexual acts? He's all for it if it means giving you pleasure

-Loves it when you make sounds in the bedroom and is pretty vocal himself

-Big on praise kink for both you and him (he def calls you “pretty girl and baby in the bedroom)

-also a breeding kink heheh…..why else would there be seven children in the future haha?

-swimming pool sex

-car sex

-Just really good sex in general haha

[slut4sugu]

𝐄!𝟏𝟔𝟏𝟎 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Miles morales x Black!fem reader

Including: aged up!characters, shy miles (at first), toothrotting fluff, Gwen being kinda jealous, nicknames/pet names: princesa, bonito, (pretty), mami

🎸: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧 - 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐢

FIRST FEW WEEKS

Very nervous but a sweetheart nonetheless! Always asks to hold your hand before doing so, never to fail to treat your touch like the most fragile glass. Once he does get permission to hold you hand he always gets nervous about if he’s holding it too tight or if his hand is sweating.

You always reassure him that he doesn’t have to ask to hold your hand and that there isn’t a wrong way to hold someone’s hand, “Miles its fine! See?” You squeezed his hand tightly with a smile, making the teen feel more at ease.

Since you both were friends for a while before dating when miles was out being Spider-Man with Gwen you would come up in conversation, “She’s really sweet and my mom loves her and I- I don’t know I think i really like her.” Gwen wouldn’t outright show her jealousy towards how miles slowly started to obviously like you, but hobie and pav could see she definitely was growing tired of being nice about hearing mikes talk about you.

Gwen got to ‘hang out’ with you once, she had swung by miles’s place one day, you were there on his bed wearing his shirt that was big on you, and drawing in his book. You jolted at her presence before realizing who she was, “Oh you must be Gwen! Miles told me so much about you, oh and you might not wanna make too much noise Ms. Morales is here.” You stated, relaxing back onto Miles’s bed. Gwen was surprised, you seemed pretty chill despite her unknown dislike for you at first. “Thanks, uhm where’s miles? I meant to give him his sweater back.” She said, awaiting your reaction to seeing your boyfriend give another girl his sweater. You sat up, putting your pencil and book to the side. “Oh that shit! Bonito said he was looking for that damn thing. Thanks blondie.” You got up from the bed, revealing the small pair of shorts you had on, making Gwen look away for a brief moment. You took it from her with a smile and put it on his bed, before asking with slight attitude, “Anything else you need, Chica?”

Gwen hardly came by unannounced after that day </3

Whenever you and miles were walking on the sidewalk, and you were closer to the street he’d (unintentionally) have his hand on your waist and guide you over to switch places with him. “Just keeping you safe princesa.” You thought the gesture was sweet and kissed him on the cheek, holding his hand firmer than usual in response

Loves your hugs, he doesn’t care (well a little) about how not ‘masculine’ it is to be vulnerable or whatever. At the end of a long day, he just wants to be held by you and watch Disney movies until he falls asleep with his head in the crook of your neck </3

Gets more confident slowly as you guys date, (definitely had help from hobie, pav, and peter b, and surprisingly Gwen)

FIRST COUPLE MONTHS

Becomes more clingy, miles always wanted to be up under you from the start so after some time and reassurance he felt more comfortable to be more flirty around you. So when your just waking up from a nap or in the morning he’ll pull you close to his chest and give you a kiss in between your brows and asks about your dreams.

Loves seeing your hair in different protective styles or in its natural state, and he loves looking at new styles to try with you.

When the Spider-Man business starts to become a problem when you and miles have dates he calls in for hobie or Gwen to distract you for the time being, but of course you start to get suspicious of his absences and his random disappearance at sleepovers.

He hates lying to you he hates lying to his parents, so one day he sits both of you down and tells you the truth. His mom had many questions while you had almost none, “Honey are you okay? I mean I know this can be shocking but are you sure you don’t have any to ask my son?” You smiled and shook your head no, “I mean it is shocking but, it makes sense. The random disappearing, the missing dates-“ You explained, which caused Rio to look at miles with a slight glare, who mouthed ‘I’m sorry! If it were up to me I would have scheduled villan attacks!’ One eyebrow raise from his mother shushed his excuses, “Continue honey.” You nodded with a slight smile“But i mean if your saving people, hell even the world. I don’t mind too much, just tell me when you leave amor.” You state, a tint of worry in your voice. Which causes rio to look at her son with a ‘go hug that pretty girl who you call your girlfriend or so help me.’

He quickly sat down on the couch besides you and took your hands in his, “I’m so so sorry, I am. I promise to make up all the dates I botched, and to tell you both whenever I need to go out.” His thumb ran over the back of your hand soothingly, his brown eyes looking into yours with true guilt. “I’m sorry amor.” Your heart swelled, looking at miles in this moment was like looking at a sad puppy with its tail in between its legs. “It’s okay hon, I forgive you. And I’ll really be happy if you give me a Spider-Man kiss.” You say, perking up with a grin. “You both are adorable, oh! I’ll get my camera. Miles se mete en el techo!” (Miles get on the ceiling) lol

Rio took an adorable picture of you too kissing for the first time </33

4+ MONTHS

Starts kissing you and touching you more openly and freely, though when he’s in the presnce of his parents he keeps it down to a 2 second kiss at best

Starts to spoil you a bit: paying for your nails to get done, lash appointments and wtv else he can do within reasoning (though he would gladly spend his money on you to get your nails with his initials on it rather than dunks.)

His wardrobe is now yours, he loves seeing you in his clothes and actually makes matching outfits with you too! He’s so cute omg

Keeps track of your period on his phone so he’s always prepared even when he’s out doing spidey biz, he’ll just tell you to look in the box under his bed which has all the things you want and need in there </33

Candy, notes for you to read that he wrote for you before you started dating, a plushie flower, new perfume, a mini graffiti painting that saying ‘mi amor’ on it, a hoodie of his, and a hello kitty coloring book

And when he does get back he has your favorite take out and teddy bear in hand </3

“Im here Mami, whatever you want or need just say the word. Just relax and get some rest.”

(Everything might have costed 80+ dollars but he’s not telling you that </33)

Overall sweetheart and loves and takes care of you with all of his love </33