#this is the bad ending version. couldn't help it

[jennaswifey]

"I still love you"

Warnings: heartbreak, break ups, alcohol, driving under the influence/ reckless driving, angst, that's it I think.

A/N: first time writing angst so bare with me guys. Anyways I write this listening to drivers license but the live version from SNL so probably listen to that while reading it's linked to the title. Guys that all enjoy pls. 🙏🙏

Word count: One hundred or two hundred I'm not sure

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"I just don't wanna end up hurting you, angel." Despite her soft tone, her words rang loudly in your ears with the weight of the meaning. It's all over.

"you're hurting me now," you replied, your voice breaking and crumbling with each word.

That was one of the last interactions you had with Billie before your life crumbled. The tour was coming up and her career was skyrocketing. Apparently, she didn't want to hurt you with how much she'd be away. How does that make sense? Heaving you to avoid hurting you.

The moment constantly replayed in your head like a broken record. The way her voice was daft like always. The way she still asked you "angel" despite breaking your heart. It's like the songs she wrote for you didn't matter anymore.

"Today, I drove through the suburbs cause how could I ever love someone else?"

What hurts more is accepting.

Accepting that she's left you.

Accepting you have to move on.

Accepting that you're no longer hers.

She isn't coming home to you anymore.

When you fall asleep at night her comforting warmth is gone.

Now all you're left with is the cold empty sport next to you as you sleep.

"I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one"

You love her and she is gone, leaving you to deal with your pain alone while she's with friends, moving on. Happy. How is she so happy? She ripped your heart out, stomped it into the curb, and left you to put it back. It feels like all your vital organs were ripped out, leaving you empty and alone. She was your vital organ.

You couldn't handle the pain alone. But you have to. She's gone. You won't be able to hear her laugh, see her smile, feel her warm arms wrap around you after a horrible day at work. It was bad. You knew it. But you had to.

You turned to alcohol. The only thing that could stop the moment from replaying in your head.

"Billie, how is this going to help us? You're just giving up?" You ask, your voice breaking more and more with each word as your tears sting your face as they fall.

"I don't want to hurt you, love" her voice is still soft. Why is it so soft? Is she not realizing the gravity of this? Maybe she does and she doesn't care. Suddenly it feels like you can't breathe, like the air entering your lung isn't enough to keep you alive, like your lungs won't hold enough air.

"and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone"

The shot glass hits the counter with a loud clank. You've been drinking your sorrows away, knowing she won't ever return to you.

You lean back on the barstool placed in front of your island in your apartment. The apartment Billie helped set up. The room falls quiet. This silence a few months ago would've been fine. It would've been filled with Billie's presence.

You enter the apartment that Billie practically lives in now. Your eyes are heavy as you drop your bag onto the floor. You barely get your shoes off when you feel her arms wrapping around you. You smile softly as her fingers comb through your hair; she preppers your face in soft kisses before her lips land on yours. You kiss her back of course. She smiles against your lips as she whispers against your ear, her lips brushing it with every word.

"I'll go run a bath and start dinner, baby"

She asked no questions and didn't even let you respond. She was already walking towards the bathroom.

"i guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me"

You're done with the silence. The sounds of rain are usually comforting but now it just hurts. It hurts to know a few months ago, you'd be happily sitting on the couch with her, cuddling while listening to the rain.

You grab your keys, opening the fire before bolting to your car. It's pouring rain when you step out, soaking your hair in an instant. It doesn't matter though. You need a distraction.

You turn in your car and immediately pull out of the parking lot. At first your just driving down random empty roads while your playlist plays on shuffle. As this night I couldn't get any worse suddenly the song she wrote for you comes on.

You skipped the song almost immediately. She wrote the song. She promised to never hurt you. But she did. Her stomped in your heart and watched you cry. She told you it's for the better but is the better this pain? The pain is just for you though because you've seen her Instagram. She's clearly happy without you.

"you said forever now I drive alone past your street"

You speed up when you pass the road that holds the restaurant of you and Billie's first date. The way she looked at you, the way she held your hand the whole time, the way she kissed your cheek, but you could see the desire in her eyes to kiss more than just your cheek. But it's over now. The date passed. And so did the relationship

"all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you but I kinda feel sorry for them cause they'll never know you the way that I do"

You see her at every other event. It hurts. You talk to your friends and they tell you the same thing every fucking time.

"you deserve better, y/n"

"let go, y/n. Please she's an asshole"

She wasn't an asshole, she isn't one now, she never was. Yes, she hurt you. You know what though. Every event you attend you walk past her. You walk past the stranger you love. The stranger you know everything about, down to her favorite places to be touched and kissed. You know how she likes her coffee made, her favorite food, her favorite color, her hair routine. Her bank pin for crying out loud. You know her. She knows you. Yet you two are still strangers. But rather than still being strangers it's more, "strangers again".

"today I drove through the suburbs and pictured I was driving home to you"

It's time for the dreadful part of this drive. Her road. The road you know as if you live there. Yet you don't. Not anymore. Not on her road or in her heart. You not even an after thought to her anymore. Not even a thought at all.

You slam your foot on the gas, knowing you'll have to pass the road sooner or later. You can see the road despite the heavy rain. You gotta as suddenly you feel powerless. Your only power is the car. Your car.

You speed up again. Driving down the road almost 50 miles above the 30-mile limit. Billie would hate to see you like this. She is gone now though. So you'll speed. You'll drive drunk. And you'll serve and cut up cars because that's what you want. Billie isn't here anymore. You're no longer hers. She can't write about you anymore.

"And I know we were perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one, and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone. I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me. You said forever now I drive alone past your street."

You speed up as you approach her street. Music is blasting in your car making it impossible to hear anything. The only feeling is the engine buzzing and the car sliding slightly on the wet roads. You just need to 1 pass her street and get it over with or 2 lose control and see if the theory "drunk drivers never die" is true.

"red lights, stop signs. I still see your face in the white cars, front yards. Can't drive past the places we used to go"

You're driving at the max speed; the car starts sliding a bit from the slippery roads and speed.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see a black Dodge Challenger; for a second, you hope and wish it's Billie. You quickly brush that thought away, knowing she's left you; she doesn't want you anymore. She won't care if you crash and die tonight because you're old news. She has her people now. People are much better than you.

"I still love you, babe. Sidewalks we crossed. I still hear your voice in the traffic we're laughing, over all the noise"

The engine rises loudly as the music plays loudly. Everything is loud enough to wake the people sleeping peacefully in their houses. You press harder in the gas as if that'll make the car go any faster. The engine is loud, it sounds like Billie's voice, like her laugh, like her soft breathing when you used to fall asleep next to her.

You and Billie are sitting in her car. She's sitting in the driver's seat, knees to her chest, as you smile softly, watching her ramble about something that happened at the studio today. Honestly, you couldn't care less. Not in a rude way. I'm afraid that her words don't matter, but seeing her talk to me makes you giggle. She's heard your soft laugh and smiles

"Something wrong, baby?" She asks, her voice obviously teasing.

"you're just so pretty," you say, your voice full of admiration as you tilt your head while staring at her with a big goofy smile

"God, you're so down bad, Y/N," she says before laughing loudly. Her laugh is contagious; it makes you all smile in seconds. You laugh as well. The car fills with laughter. Any random pedestrian might pass and think you two are high as fuck

"god, I'm so blue. I KNOW WHERE THROUGH BUT I STILL I STILL LOVE YOU, BABE"

You see a silhouette of someone in your headlights. You quickly slam on your brakes, causing the car to slide to a stop. Even after slamming into he breaks the car and slides to the left a bit. You curse yourself under your breath for almost hitting someone. You stare at the wheel, not noticing the girl walking towards your car.

The girl you still love.

You feel a presence, not one of a stranger but rather one of a stranger that you know. Your eyes widen in shock as your heart shatters. You almost hit the girl you love. You stare at Billie, taking in her state similar to yours. Glassy Red, puffy eyes from crying, messy hair, and eye bags from the lack of sleep. She's clearly been outside of the house a decent amount of time. The rain she already soaked into her clothes.

You take a deep breath as you let the car run pale before hesitantly opening the car door and stepping out. Immediately the heavy rain soaks your hair and clothes. Billie takes in your state. You look worse than her. Red, glassy, puffy, heavy-eyed, halfway closed. Your hair is slightly messy and she can immediately smell the alcohol in your. She knows you're drunk.

"I heard your music," she says, her words breaking the silence. She knows that's the least she could do after hurting you this bad.

"Sorry for waking you and being loud," you say, unsure of what else to say. Your words are slow and slurred, making your intoxication obvious despite it being evident in your eyes.

She notices how you'd slur your words immediately. She looks at you for a moment, her heart clenching at your state. Her eyes then flick to the car and they widen with shock and sadness. Her mind replays the way she "woke" up.

Billie was just lying in her bed, unable to sleep. The hunt for leaving you the way she didn't have been eating at her for weeks. She doesn't know why she did it. She was just scared. She's gone on tour before, but this one seems. Different. She didn't want to keep you moving too much and she sure as hell didn't want to accidentally neglect you by being so busy. So she took the "easy way out"

It's hurt her ever since. She regretted it the moment she did it. Now she's unable to sleep. She's been crying for the past few weeks, only getting a few hours of sleep, which is nothing but a peaceful rest. Every time she falls asleep she wishes she would wake up. She dreams of you, you, you and her, together, happy.

She's lying there crying quietly when she hears loud music and an engine roaring. She sits up quickly. She sits on the edge of her bed and then pulls out her phone. She looks at the time. She thinks for a few moments before throwing herself out of bed, quickly putting her shoes in before running out the door. She gets soaked by the rain but she doesn't care. She's finally gonna see you again.

"I still oh I still love you babe"

"sweet girl... Are you drunk?" She asks, her words breaking the silence. Her soft voice and sweet names your heart clench in your chest.

A/N: Okay guys that's all I low-key left it on a cliffhanger so maybe I'll make part 2.

[akashirl]

misei character sheet analysis !! (ignore the angst. i am a sucker for bad endings. plus i don't deserve happiness but that's another story.

character sheet below !!

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[nemesyaaa]

rafe cameron x sleepy!reader

summary : you were just the sleepiest girl of the town. (kinda sweet smutty prompt / etablished relationship. soft! boyfriend!rafe.)

warnings : except smut, nothing much. bad sleeping shedule.

author's note : /.

“ I’m fucking tired.” you yawned as you entered the room. since the beginning of the evening, you had only been looking forward to getting back to the soft comfort of your bed.

you couldn't help but become sleepy, which meant letting your boyfriend take care of you because you were unable to stay awake. you never needed to be careful because rafe cameron always had his eyes on you. and as long as you were next to him, as long as he could feel you even if you were dead asleep and drooling over his chest, he allowed you to take a nap on his lap for hours. it was one of your few privileges.

something he didn't allow was people waking you up. if it he had to shut down every fucking noisy kook in a room to let you sleep, he would do it. it was his own version of let me burn the world for you but in a better way, more like let me quit this entire world for you.

you loved these moments of calm and peace when you slept wearing only one of his t-shirts acting like a dress around your naked body, and white high socks.

rafe was spooning you while you were already falling asleep, the reassuring and warm feeling of his cold fingers slipping under your t-shirt, his large hands covering the flesh of your waist , letting his strong arms gently slowly pulling you towards him. the shushing sound of his lips hovering your neck as you were dragged by his thick fingers. your barely covered body lazily comes closer, as soft breaths break the silence of your mouth, quickly followed by the sleepy whines of your tall boyfriend that holds his grip tighter in your hips, making sure you can't go anywhere, even if you were in a deep sleep.

you had a complicated relationship with your sleep schedule because you were sleeping both too much and not enough at the same. you could be fully awake at 5am but literally dead asleep at 12pm. for the simple reason that you were not sleeping at the right time, nor at the right hour, nor in the right place. you were one of those sleepiest girls who would disappear for hours not because you were going out on the town with friends or even stepping foot outside, but because you would sleep for hours on end.

you told rafe that you were just closing your eyes to take a nap but you ended up waking up in the evening.

when you woke up, you were completely lost and disorganized but above all so tired. it was almost ridiculous. your boyfriend was now used to your eyes half-closed, your hair completely messed up and across your exhausted face, drool on the corner of your lip with that oh-so-stupid expression.

he lay down on the bed, while you looked at him with wide opened eyes. at this point, you weren't even sure you recognized your own boyfriend. “ rafe ? ”

“still asleep, babe? "

his voice was usually low, while he brushed away the trail of drool that was leaking from your mouth with his thumb. you nodded, and he smiled. “ such a baby. ”

you were a terrible temptation. he could have fucked you while you were sleeping. and maybe that was even what you wanted sometimes when you slept so scantily dressed, leaving your tiny thong in full view while you lay on your back, legs unconsciously spread.

“let me help you…” he whispered as he flipped you onto the bed, pushing your thighs apart to make himself a place. he had pulled down his boxers without removing them completely, before forcing your legs open with one hand. "fucking wet. i bet you dreamed about that dick inside you."

the smirk on his face was pretty charming and sick, and he pushed the fat tip of his cock against your soaked slit, before making morning slaps on your little glistening cunt. his length was so hard, hitting your sensitive bud. the plushy mushroom getting glossy from your weeping hole. he looked at you, holding his dick in a hand with your wetness dripping from the shaft, as you had a hard times focusing on his movements but he squeezed your cheeks on his hands, pulling your face closer to him. “ get that mouth open, want to be able to spit on it whenever i want. ”

it was also a pretty excuse for him to force you to keep your eyes open. when he first pushed in with a hard thrust that literally arched all your body, you screamed out of pleasure and pain. he didn't wait before starting working his dick faster in your swollen cunt. you always take him so good, and he can't help but pound you even deeper every time he hears your sleepily voice moaning softly, the whining getting louder and bigger as he stretches you open. you were too good, a forbidden pleasure for sure, your sloppy pussy fully soaked him.

little by little, you begin to be fully awake, eyes filled with shining tears. you were a mess that was crying and panting from the roughness of your boyfriend, crybaby whines begging for rafe’s attention. your mouth getting muffled by his, he shushed you through the kiss, heavy breath and drool falling between your lips. “ s-s-slow down ! ” you cried out.

he mocked you gently, answering with a wicked smile. “ what about faster ? thought that's what you wanted ? ”he was still fucking you, but now a hand reached your throat, as the thickness of his length stuffed the inside of your walls, hitting all the spots. “ r-rafe. ” you exploded.

you were shaking, gasping for air and throbbing, eyes still locked in rafe's gaze while you lost your mind, thinking of how deep he was inside you. your cunt still twitching around his cock, making you unable to catch your breath and literally choking against the hand pressed on your throat. you were already tired, the inner of your thighs dripping with arousal and legs breaking with each thrusts. and those massive orgasms didn't help. his face was now sweaty from the heat and the sex, hot breaths escaping his lips and absolutely no sign of exhaustion. he could fuck you to death. and you wish you could reach this level but you were already too drained by the fast back and forth. “ this is how i should wake up my sleepy girl every morning. don't you think ? ”

he finally managed to cum, spilling thicks of loads inside you. your head failing in the bed as he slowly pulled his dick out, before pushing it into your mouth. the sight of your tongue licking every single drop of juice left him even horny, your pretty lips weeped with cum and wetness, that he smeared with the tip of his cock, before letting you clean everything.

“ it was not a fuck, it was an attempted murder. ” you told him.

“ don't inspire me for round 2, you will regret it. ”

“ don't complain me about why i sleep this much when you fucking me like that. ”

“ i'm fucking tired…” you said, a little yawn leaving your mouth as rafe and you entering the room after a living pool party, were you literally rested on your boyfriend’s lap during all the event, falling asleep on his shoulder as he was still talking with his friends.

he was now used to since he dated you from a long moment. he was now able to take care of you every time you fell asleep. as always, there was no warning. you could be smiling, living the party, it doesn't mean you were not sleepy. He sometimes complained about how much you slept, but at the same time, how much you didn't get enough sleep.

“ no shit. you were literally drooling over me. ” he said sarcastically. “ lift your arms. ” he commanded, before helping you remove your dress.

he almost passed out when your breasts literally bounced out of your bra as your arms leaned down, his dick slightly growing and forming a bulge inside his pants. but damn, it was not the moments because he knows for sure that you will now fall asleep. AGAIN.

“ do you think topper is mad at me for sleeping at his birthday’s party ? ”

“ do i look like the type of boyfriend that i care about what another man is feeling about my girlfriend ? because, i'm not. ”

“ it was rude…. it's his birthday ! ”

“ babe, i could even fuck you right in front of him that he wouldn't even care or remarks. don't you see how he was just drooling like a dog because of my sister ? ”

“ maybe, i should call…”

rafe had raised an eyebrow, his jaw twitching slightly as you pulled on one of his t-shirts. “ since when do you have topper’s number ? ”

“I mean with your phone. Why would I have his number. Anyways, i'm sorry for this…it's pretty embarrassing. ”

“ What about looking me in the eyes if you at least want me to believe you about your apologies?”

“ Don't fight me right now, i'm tired.”

“ And actually, when you're not ? ” he mocked, and you finally looked at him.

“ When i'm sleeping, it's obvious. ”

“ You forget when i fuck you’. It doesn't seems like you're very tired. ”

after showering and brushing your teeths, you moved to your favorite place in the world — your bed. you loved the clean of the sheets. you covered yourself with the blanket, dropping only your head out.

when rafe appareaded, you couldn't help but stare at his perfect body. you followed his moves, lurking to the good and big shape of his biceps, the well-sculpted ridges of his abs, the visible v-line curved on his hips. “ don't look at me like that. ” he warned.

“ then i will look at someone else. ”

“ funny. ” he said, chuckling without smiling. “ that you think i will let you do such a thing. but keep daydreaming. ”

“ no need to be jealous. there is no kooks better than you. ”

“ does it mean there are pogues better than me ? ”

you sighed, shaking your head and crossing your arms.

“ i don't even hang out with pogues ! don't take it in the wrong way. what about watching a good movie before sleeping ? ”

“ be serious. i know you well, you're gonna fall asleep before the movie even starts. ”

“ no ! i'm fully awake. ”

“ which movies do you want to watch ? and there is no way i'm gonna watch that fucking film with a black cat and a ladybug. ”

“ then what about five nights at Freddy's ? ”

“ sounds better. ” he simply said, while typing on the dashboard.

your gaze leaned down on his ringed fingers, fast and thick. your slowly opened your lips, imagining how much they can stretch your mouth, leaving her with a pool of drool from how wet they're from your saliva. but also, how much they will manage to keep your mouth open without effort.

a sparkle shone in your eyes, and you wrapped your arm around rafe's one, making him look without really giving you full attention. “ what you want ? ”

“ nothing. did you find the movie ? ”

“ you like horror movies ? ”

“ no, i like josh. ”

“ bet he died at the end of the movie. ”

“ rafe ! ”

“ yea, keep crying. ”

he started the movie but you were very sleepy. again. you forced yourself to keep your eyes open but it was really hard. you blinked so many times to fight the urge of sleeping, but you're finally falling asleep.

rafe didn't stopped the movie because he was now too invested in it, but let your head rest against his naked chest, stroking your hair gently.

at the beginning of your relationship, it was so new for him to be this close to a person, to reach this type of intimacy but now he was craving for it, finding peace and comfort.

you were his sleepy girlfriend that was now sleeping over him, but will probably wake up in five hours when he will be dead asleep while, you will be looking for a nocturnal activity, trying to not wake him up.

sometimes, and a lot of times, you have sleepless nights that make you even more tired, and fall asleep early or late in the morning. you could feel though the sleep, rafe's arm loosening around your body as he manages to leave the bed to start the day while you just catching your night.

“ good morning, rafe. ”

“ it's 7pm. ”

“ ... ”

[thedollydiaries]

imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

[risuola]

YOU CRYIN'? — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

You and Gojo know each other since high school, and since then, you also hate each other. He bites and you always bite back, the constant argument creates tension that everybody, except you two, seem to notice. One time you said too much, causing Gojo’s self-control to snap.

cw: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, cursing, mentions of bullying (Satoru is a meanie, ok?), overstimulation, enemies to lovers kind of vibe, I feel like the "you cryin'?" line in itself is a warning if you heard the dub version of it, reader discretion is advised — 1,4k words

» PART TWO

"You cryin'?", Satoru taunted, thrusting his hips relentlessly into yours, with a handful of your hair in his unforgiving grip. Standing behind you, with one hand digging into the supple flesh of your side to steady himself, he was pounding behavior into you.

You and Satoru Gojo have a history of never-ending venom-spitting and it's safe to say you hated the man and the man hated you with passion for years now. It started in high school, where you just couldn't stand how full of himself he was, looking at everybody from above as if he was so much better than everyone and yes, you are aware of how powerful of an individual he is but the arrogance that came with it was just unbearable. Much more you liked his closest friend Suguru, but as years passed, you found yourself working closely with Gojo more and more often, because you decided to stay at Jujutsu high in Tokyo to help students learn. You were strong enough to be considered a high 1st grade sorcerer and everything you achieved, you earned by hard work and stubbornness but that didn’t stop the know-it-all from bullying you, no. He had an awful habit of pouring more fuel into the constant fire of argument between you two and you never owed him, always biting back. That being said, your constant bickering with Satoru successfully brought you to where you were now.

Pressed against the wooden desk, sweaty and exhausted as your body was chasing the fourth orgasm with no break in between. It was a torture – the way he was slamming his cock inside of you at the pace that left you breathless, it hurt from overstimulation and burned with pleasure at the same time. You always acted tough, but now you couldn't stop the tear rolling down your cheek as his grip on your hair tightened and his teeth sank into the delicate skin between your neck and shoulder.

"You’re really cryin’”, he grinned teasingly and turned your head more to the side, kissing the tear away. Delighted at the sight, Satoru pulled back and flipped you over so he could see your pretty face when he pushed his girth back onto your swollen insides, kissing every oversensitive spot on his way while hooking your thighs over his hips. You dug fingers into his skin, leaving crescent moon shapes of your nails engraved into his flesh and you once again could feel his pace picking up. Naively, you grabbed at his hip, trying to slow him down but with no effect.

"So pretty, fuck, when you cry like that," he grunted, kissing along the salty trace on your face and down your neck to see the bruising mark of his teeth was already blooming with reds and purples. "Think you have few more in you?", he asked and the thought of few more orgasms terrified you. "You'll have to, 'm nowhere near to be done, wit' ya," a chuckle echoed in his chest and you couldn't tell if his objective was to kill you in the most humiliating way possible or what.

"N-no," you protested and he laughed once more, pulling out almost completely.

"No?", Satoru grined in his usual, annoyingly handsome manner but you barely saw him through the collage of stars in your sight, "'ts too bad you've been naughty lately. Need to fuck some behavior into you."

"Gojo-", you whined, helpless against his muscular body as he was ramming ruthlessly, abusing your swollen oversensitive insides to your limits.

"Nuh-uh", he wrapped his slender fingers around your throat, putting no pressure, but redirecting your head so you looked him in the eyes and you could drown in the crystalline blue tones surrounded by thick snowy eyelashes if you wouldn't know better. "That's not my name, sweetheart."

"Go to hell, Goj-, fuck", you whined and he thrusted harder, your back was slamming against the wooden counter but he was unbothered by the echoing pounding sound that clearly was indicating what was happening in his office.

"That's. not. my. name.", he growled, accentuating every word with a particularly sharp thrust and it was enough for you to drown in the haziness.

"Sa-, uh", you tried, but his pace was unforgiving, his cock fucking you dumb but he hummed teasingly, encouraging you to speak. "'toru- fuck. Satoru, please."

"There we go, wasn't that hard now, was it?", smiling, the sorcerer lifted you up, angling his hips upwards, his cock reaching even deeper although you thought it's impossible. The blunt head kissed every spot inside you and you felt another orgasm approaching. Satoru groaned at how your walls were flexing around his girth and this time, he chased his own, the first one, the one he's been denying himself in order to drive you insane.

He was panting heavily, groaning against your neck, profanities slipping through his mouth as he twitched inside you. Suddenly he grabbed you harshly, nails digging into your trembling thighs and he lowered himself on the expensive leathery chair, giving you a slap to the tender skin, silently ordering you to work. You straddled him, supporting your hands over his shoulders and you pushed him against the back rest, surely bruising his muscles with the harsh grip you had on him. You were desperate to finish him off, to put an end to the torture he’s subjected you to for talking too much. At this point you don’t even remember what caused his composure to snap, what has gotten you into the endless spiral of agonizing pleasure with a man you despised. The man that now you were riding with the last bits of your power, fighting the mind-numbing rush of your own release to bring him to his and you could tell how close he was. Satoru’s jaws were clenched, his fingers were digging harshly into the tender skin of your sides and his hips were bucking up uncontrollably, desperate to reach the blissful relief. His abs were flexing, cock was twitching and his tone became ragged as he groaned what sounded like your name entwined with endless amounts of fucks and yeses. His eyes closed shut and he threw his head back, suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling that began uncoiling in his entire body. You grabbed at his white hair, smearing open mouthed kisses all over his throat and collar bones, and your movements stuttered with your dripping pussy squelching for the nth time. That was enough for Satoru – he gave in, allowing his muscles to contract one last time as he spilled his load into you, filling you completely with warmth and you were quick to come right after him. Your ups and downs became sloppy, uneven as you slowly ride your highs out and finally, you raised your hips just enough to have him out.

Falling back heavily against his body, you leaned your head over his shoulder in hopes to calm the panting. You felt your heart drumming against your ribcage, you felt the concoction of juices running down your thigh and dripping onto Satoru’s legs, but you couldn’t care less. With his hands releasing your flesh that he was squeezing unwaveringly, you felt your body finally relaxing, your mind coming back to senses and it slowly came to you, what just happened.

Never, not even once in your life, you considered even willing to kiss Gojo Satoru. Yes, he’s annoyingly handsome; yes, his eyes are the most beautiful, magical blue crystalline spheres nature could ever create, and yes – there was a tension between you two since the day you met him, or at least everyone around always pointed that out but you never truly considered him an option and yet, you not only kissed him, but spend god-knows-how-long fucking him – or rather being fucked by him.

“You have to misbehave more often”, he teased, finally able to form his words coherently and you looked at him, eyes still cloudy but you could tell with no mistake that his lips were curled up in a smirk. You almost heard him smirking, that’s how obvious it was. You blinked, clearing your vision to take in his view. Gojo’s face was blissfully tired, he still was breathing though his mouth and the snowy peaks of his hair clung artistically to his sweaty forehead. He was stunning like this, so fucked out, he looked like he’s high and you took few mental pictures of his handsome daze. You also noted to yourself that you, indeed, need to misbehave more frequently.

» PART TWO

[amzarashi]

thought about dazai osamu today and had a breakdown

[sunderwight]

Shen Yuan who glitches in his transmigration, but the original Shen Qingqiu still dies of a qi deviation.

So the System still needs someone with narrative relevance to throw Luo Binghe into the Abyss. In a fit of desperation, it contrives circumstances after Shen Qingqiu's death to move Luo Binghe to An Ding Peak (not that difficult), and then the System makes Shang Qinghua be Luo Binghe's new scum master who casts him down.

Airplane's thrilled, really. Cultivators aren't supposed to get ulcers but damned if he doesn't come close to one anyway. Between Shen Qingqiu and then just a while later Liu Qingge both dying from qi deviations, and Shang Qinghua looking like a stiff breeze could take him out any day now, poor Mu Qingfang is also just about at his wits' end.

But it's not all bad news! On An Ding Peak, Luo Binghe actually finds himself surrounded by the kinds of people who are accustomed to being bullied by the rest of the sect. So they're pretty sympathetic to him, and it's easier for someone with basic laboring skills to advance on that peak too. His chores don't decrease too much, but he actually gets rewarded for doing them well, and no one tries to kick him out of the dorms or anything. Shang Qinghua doesn't either go out of his way to bully or praise Luo Binghe, correctly reasoning that his best shot at not getting a gruesome death is to just be a more forgettable bad guy than an abusive dirtbag or a heart-wrenching betrayal. He doesn't sabotage Luo Binghe's cultivation (no point, and it would just farm resentment later) but he also doesn't go out of his way to help him improve (not gonna arm his inevitable maybe-probably-murderer with better weapons!), so Luo Binghe's situation sees an overall improvement but not the zero-to-hero treatment he'd have got with Shen Yuan either.

When Shang Qinghua shoves Luo Binghe into the Abyss (he just full on picks him up and tosses him like a sack of beans, better to rip it off quick like a bandage), LBH is upset, but he's not especially surprised or dismayed about Shang Qinghua's part in it. Later on he'll be kind of confused, because he just assumed that of course the righteous sect cultivator would abhor the demon, but it turns out Shang Qinghua has been working for a demon since before Luo Binghe even came to the sect? But then it still kind of makes sense because a Heavenly Demon would definitely pose a risk to Mobei Jun and to Mobei Jun's rule. Shang Qinghua, he supposes, is just really loyal to his specific demon.

Luo Binghe's subsequent revenge quest is also somewhat mitigated by the Abyss actually not being that bad.

The Abyss is not actually that bad thanks to the glitched out Shen Yuan having been camping there for several years now.

So when Shen Yuan's transmigration failed it failed because he "woke up" during the process, realized where the System intended to put him, was like no way in goddamn hell am I being that guy about it, and actually kind of won the ensuing tug-of-war. The System couldn't put him in Shen Qingqiu but Shen Yuan didn't want to go back to his dead body either, so he ended up stuck in the nearest available space for lost interdimensional beings. Which was the Endless Abyss.

Luckily Shen Yuan's quasi-transmigrated imparted an equivalent cultivation level as Shen Jiu's to him, and the glitch made him able to sense and manipulate certain extra-dimensional energies, so he manifested as this weird godlike being able to manipulate and control aspects of the Abyss. So he set about transforming Airplane's Torment Nexus into a viable ecosystem (the current version would not be anything approaching sustainable were it not for divine/narrative intervention, and is constantly on the verge of destabilizing into unlivable ruin that would only be fit for some particularly hardy microorganisms).

It's still like, a monster land full of demonic creatures and terrifying phenomenon, but with Shen Yuan's assistance it becomes something more like a demonic wildlife reserve than a dimensional horror plane. Though it is still a dimensional horror plane, and Shen Yuan is its chief dimensional horror. He treats it sort of like those dungeon building or wildlife park sims, figuring out how to keep everything in balance while still preserving all the interesting parts. A lot of the extreme survival issues of the Abyss are more of a result of it being environmentally unstable than a result of its actual denizens, and once he smooths out a lot of the messy dimensional edges and creates stable vents for the fluctuating energy run-off, the demonic inhabits start behaving less like horror movie monsters and more like animals. They're still wild and dangerous and prone to killing one another, but also more cautious, and able to access enough stable resources that they can even start to be picky about what they pursue.

Turns out that a lot of creatures in the Abyss actually don't like fighting and dying and being brutally injured on a regular basis, even if they can heal from it!

Shen Yuan has even discovered that some like chin scritches (he's not terribly worried about habituating them to people, given how rarely any people actually access the Abyss, but also because he's not really all that people-ish himself these days).

This means that one of Luo Binghe's first encounters with the horrible creatures of the Abyss, is in fact a pack of wolf-like monsters thoroughly avoiding an actual fight with him. In fact most of the denizens of the Abyss just avoid him. They can smell the Heavenly Demon energy rolling off of him, and given the current abundance of alternatives to dealing with that, virtually none of the monsters actually choose to challenge him. There are still a few that will go after anything that's bleeding, but that problem stops once Luo Binghe's physiology heals his wounds, which takes like... a couple hours, max.

Despite the stories he's heard, Luo Binghe is relieved to find that the Abyss is not quite so terrible as all that. Normal survival skills suffice for seeing him through much of it. He's able to hunt for food, scavenge for tools, and even finds potable water fairly easily. After a few weeks, he also comes across a ruin which seems to be inhabited.

The being inhabiting it is plainly a god, although he demurs and refutes such assertions whenever Binghe is too frank. He's a strange being, at turns looking like some queer approximation of a human, at other times blinking and winking in and out of existence, in patterns of strange lights and oddly geometrical fire. But he's surprisingly not hostile, letting Binghe rest in his residence, and even directing him towards points of interest. Accompanying him, too, though he seems to think that Binghe doesn't notice the odd almost spiderweb-like patterns that appear on things which he's influencing. The god calls himself The Peerless One, or at least that's what Luo Binghe infers from some writings on the ruin. The Peerless One offers instruction, seemingly without thinking about it, and gets flustered at being addressed by title, so Binghe also begins to refer to him as Shizun after a while.

[bluepurplepinklock]

Lovesick! Itoshi Rin who started pushing you away the moment he felt you might become someone important to him.

Lovesick! Rin who was afraid of letting you in, of showing you his true self because he was afraid of you not loving him back and leaving him behind like his brother did.

Lovesick! Rin who despite trying his best not to fall for you couldn't help but curse his stupid heart as he found himself unable to live without you in his life.

Lovesick! Rin who finally gave in and accepted his love for you, after struggling to not fall for you all this time, knowing he failed miserably.

Lovesick! Rin who then found how much more he enjoyed life when with you, how much he loved the way you saw the world, how much he loved the way you saw him.

Lovesick! Rin who knew you were the one when he realised you had seen all of him, the good, the bad, the truly disgusting side which even he couldn't stomach, and still stayed, still loved him.

Just Lovesick! Rin who thought you would ruin him, but you ended up making him a better version of himself, something he now knows he wouldn't have become without you.

©bluepurplepinklock (Do not copy, steal or translate my work)

[redroses07]

The Umbrella Academy Season 4 Fix It Fic // Five Hargreeves x Reader Edition

WC: 3.1k

CW: Canon accurate violence, swearing, kissing, use of Y/N, Y/N is a bad ass, domestic fluff, angsty af.

Summary: A Five x Fem!Reader rewrite for the end of season four because I absolutely hated the ending. Five and Lila are not a thing in this fic, because that made me literally gag.

A/N: Hey luvs! I worked my ass off writing this fic because I needed to have a better ending for season four. In my mind this fic is canon. I hope y'all like it because I truly love how it turned out! Have an amazing day and enjoy! - Claire ♡

Five sat on the empty train, riding round in aimless circles. He had no intention of ever stopping. Perhaps he would die here, if death was even possible in this endless void. There was no reason for him to continue, they were out of options.

All he wanted to do was save his family, save you, but he couldn't even do that. At least this way he could escape having to witness the end of their lives.

He couldn't help but feel as if this was all his fault, if only he had listened to Reginald when he told him never to time travel. So much pain, so many lost lives, it never would have happened.

Five looked out the window, he didn't know what exactly for. Everything looked the same. Round and Round again, each identical station feels more hopeless than the last.

After an immeasurable amount of time, days? years? who knows. Something caught Five's eye.

He jumped up from his seat, following the dark figure out into the station.

Was that? No.

"Hey, wait!" Five shouted, chasing him down a staircase.

He rounded a corner, seeing a dimly lit cafe filled with all too familiar faces. The place was filled with several alternate versions of Five himself. It was an odd feeling for him to see himself this way.

Nonetheless, he took a seat across from the Five he had followed.

No more than ten seconds later, another Five served up two pastrami sandwiches. Five number two began to complain about the amount of sauerkraut on his sandwich, staring intently at the meal.

"What is this place?" Five asked, reaching for the cup of hot coffee next to him.

"It's a gas station. What the hell does it look like? It's a Deli." He could see that the alternate Five share his love of sarcasm.

He went on to explain how this was a place where all of the Five's from alternate timelines end up while trying to fix the "broken timeline" issue.

"Okay, so what shattered the original timeline?" Five asked.

"Not what. Who? I'll give you three guesses." Alternate Five held up three fingers.

"We did!" Another Five yelled.

Five wasn't surprised, everything always seemed to be caused by him.

"By we, do you mean my siblings?" Five asked.

"Yep, the morons."

Five rolled his eyes.

"When we come into existence, the timeline is shattered, and then we're stuck trying to save the world. How many times was it again?"

"145,412."

The number seemed almost impossible to fathom, but the more alternate realities, the more opportunity for the world to end. Alternate Five pointed at the wall, which was filled with every possible way the world had ended. Viktor's attempt at blowing up the moon was front and center. Seeing it gave Five an unpleasant sense of nostalgia.

Five came to realize that the commission was created by an alternate Five in an attempt to fix the timeline, but it was never successful since the Hargreeves siblings were the root of the problem.

"I have to get back." Five turned, rushing out the door. He heard the alternate versions of himself begin to speak, but his overwhelming thoughts drowned it out.

Five ran as fast as he could, getting back on the train and returning to his rightful place. With his family.

As Five entered the abandoned shell of his former home, the room's occupants turned to look at him.

The first person he noticed was you. You watched him with sad eyes, eyes he thought he would never have to gaze into again. Yet here he was, and undeniably, he had a plan.

You watched Five scan the room. Dark hair hung in front of his eyes, his chest heaved from running, or perhaps from anxiety.

"I didn't think you'd be back." You purse your lips, giving him a sour look. '

Facing your bitterness was the hardest part of all this for Five. Of course you had every right to feel that way, he had just up and left you. Although, in his mind that was better than having to watch you die.

"Yeah, neither did I." Five muttered.

Everyone looked at him, obviously awaiting an explanation.

"We caused this." Five began.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Alison sighed.

You stared at Five intently, wondering what had changed since he decided to ditch you and everyone else.

"The marigold that infected our mothers bringing forth our births had a side effect, it fractured the timeline, bringing forth the end of the world."

Five looked from person to person, attempting to read everyone's emotions. They were unreadable.

"Extracting the marigold from our bodies is the only way to stop the cleanse, and in short, fix the timeline."

Silence settled over the room. You weren't born with marigold as the Hargreeves were, but due to Ben's antics, this now concerns you too.

"Okay, but how exactly do we do that?" Diego asked.

Five looked over to Viktor.

"Viktor, you can use your powers to extract the Marigold from our bodies. Unfortunately Ben and Jennifer are too far gone to be saved, but their sacrifice will have been for the greater good."

Viktor let out an elongated sigh, and with little to no hesitation, he agreed.

"Okay, let's get moving before it's too late." Viktor said, speeding out of the room.

You followed closely behind, trying your hardest to avoid Five's gaze.

"Y/N, I-" You cut him off, this was not the time to be talking about all the mistakes he had made. Even if those mistakes led to the answer for all your troubles, they were still mistakes.

"We can talk about this later, if there is one."

Five sighed and watched you exit the room, not even bothering to look his way. He had fucked up big time.

You watched Viktor head towards the monster that was Ben and Jennifer. The creature growled, as it hurdled towards your group.

You turned back as you felt someone grab your arm, Five was standing behind you. You saw something in him that you had only seen a few times before, fear.

"Please. If we don't make it through this I want to make sure we're okay." Five begged for your forgiveness.

In any other circumstance you would not have given in this easily, but the dire situation has just begun to settle in. This could be it.

Neither of you wanted to leave this world with so many words unsaid.

Your gaze softened, and you followed Five away from the other Hargreeve's.

"I know what I did was wrong. With every bone in my body I feel that it was wrong."

He spoke loudly enough to drown out the oncoming chaos, but softly enough to omit any sort of aggression.

Five reached for your hands, and you reluctantly let him take them.

Five paused for a moment, trying to find the words that would mean the most, considering he was dealing with limited time.

"My worst fear is to see you suffer, and at the time, running away seemed like my only escape. I feel like I've already caused so much hardship in your life, and the thought of any more terrified me." His eyes stayed glued to you.

Five was the whole reason you had joined The Commission to begin with. He helped you to believe in a cause that you otherwise wouldn't have, and the two of you hadn't left each other's side since.

You didn't regret it per say, but you couldn't deny that you often wished for a different life. You would never blame any of your circumstances on Five though, and you hated how he always chose to blame himself.

"Nothing that has happened to me, or to anyone, is your fault. I think all of us share some responsibility, but blaming yourself is just wrong." You squeezed Five's clammy hands.

Five let out a sigh of relief as he was able to recognize forgiveness in your eyes.

"I love you." He said, fighting the tears that began to form in the corners of his eyes. The phrase was reserved only for you, as it is a concept that has always been hard for five.

Growing up with Reginald as a father, and a family that could win an Olympic gold medal in dysfunctionality, Five didn't exactly have a positive outlook on love.

"I love you too. We've been through worse, we'll get through this too."

Five pulled you into a tight hug, breathing you in as if it was the last chance he would ever get to hold you. The two of you were versed in the end of the world, this was not the first final hug you had shared. Five placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, and he didn't miss the small cry that escaped your lips.

You rarely cried, and when you did it was always around Five. He was the only person you felt comfortable enough with to show vulnerability. It was the perfect moment, and the past few days had worn down your patience. You reluctantly let a few tears slip loose.

"Get your asses over here love birds, Ben is here." Diego called from the other side of the room.

You and Five exchanged a look before running over to the center of the room and rejoining your family.

Ben growled ferociously, the red goo that dripped from his body falling around the room.

"Just so you guys know, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. So if we all die, I apologize in advance." Viktor said, clenching his fists on either side.

His newly improved orange power began to swirl around his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, clearly focusing on the task at hand.

You reached for Five's hand, interlocking your fingers with his. If these were to be your last moments, you wanted to make sure he was with you.

Five gripped your hand with everything he had in him, every bit of strength was to remind you of his presence.

With each moment that passed, the colorful plume of Viktor's powers grew, encasing not only Ben and Jennifer, but all of you.

You and Five watched as the all too familiar gold marigold specks began to float through the air. It felt odd, it didn't hurt, but it wasn't a particularly pleasant feeling. It was like your whole body was being poked by a prickly cactus.

The air turned cold, and all other sounds were overcome by the rumbling of Viktor's power.

An unbearable wave of exhaustion washed over you, and it became hard for you to keep your eyes open.

You looked over at Five, making eye contact with him one last time. He gave you his signature smirk, funny how in spite of everything he could still be himself.

The last thing you saw was Ben falling to the floor, the marigold protruding from him filling the whole room with a deep yellow glow.

And just like that, the world turned black.

· · ─────── ·☂· ─────── · ☂ · ─────── ·☂· ─────── · ·

Five opened his eyes, the bright light of day overwhelming his vision. The ground beneath him was soft, the tall grass tickling his fingertips.

Five sat up slowly, his eyes adjusting to the sun. He looked over next to him, and there you were. Just as you had always been, right by his side. Your chest rose slowly, a thankful sign that you were still alive.

Five looked beyond you, to see his siblings all scattered around the lawn. They were all exactly where they had been before the blackout. The empty patch of grass, of course, was where the Hargreeve's mansion used to stand.

Without the existence of their powers, The Umbrella Academy was never formed. It was strange, to know that what Five remembered, no one else did. It was like waking up from a strange dream.

However, one thing was missing, Ben. And of course Jennifer. Five wasn't surprised that they hadn't made it, considering how their bodies were overtaken.

Five watched as his siblings slowly began to rise from their temporary comas, their eyes heavy and glazed over.

Five nudged you slightly. Unable to wait for you to wake, wanting to share this beautiful moment with you.

You opened your eyes and felt as if you had awoken from a decades long slumber. The first thing you saw was Five next to you, a genuine smile on his face. That was something you had missed.

"Are we in heaven?" Klaus mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Well if this was heaven, I'd be awfully disappointed." Lila replied.

You laughed to yourself, and stood up on wobbly legs.

You all had done it.

"Viktor. I think you might have just saved the world." Luther announced.

Viktor smiled and looked down, maybe eventually he'd let himself take the credit.

You began to take in your surroundings. The sound of traffic in the distance, the wind stinging your cheek, the smell of spring air. It was all so normal.

"Guys, where's Ben?" Klaus asked, and your heart dropped.

"Klaus...we all knew he probably wouldn't make it.." Alison said sadly.

Just then, something caught your eye. Something yellow that stuck out in the patch of green.

"Guys, look!" You pointed at the unique plant.

"Marigolds." Five said softly, and you felt his hand close around yours.

Two beautiful yellow flowers sprouted from the earth, a reminder of what was sacrificed. A reminder of what had to happen for all of this to exist, and a symbol of hope.

~~ Two Years Later ~~

You awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside your window, a song that was often your wake-up call. You rolled over to see Five sleeping peacefully next to you. You weren't surprised. He always slept late, after all, he was an old man at heart.

It had been two years of living freely in the new timeline. You and Five now share an apartment next to Lila and Diego and their three kids.

Life wasn't without its challenges, but compared to everything else the two of you had been through this was paradise.

Viktor had started his own Cafe, a small shop on a street corner that had quickly become a local favorite.

Alison had landed a big movie role not long after everything returned to normal. Ever since it hit the big screen, she had no problem with job offers. She didn't even miss her power of persuasion.

Klaus still lives with Alison. He doesn't really do anything specific, he often refers to himself as 'self-employed'. But he was happy, and that was all that really mattered.

Luther had somehow reconnected with Sloane, who had re-appeared after the timeline was fixed. Of course she didn't remember anything, but it must've been fate because they got to fall in love all over again.

Diego decided to put his skills acquired from his power to use and now taught axe throwing classes.

Lila had decided to help people who had ended up in a mental hospital, similar to how she had. She was working on getting her degree in psychology.

As for you and Five. Five kept his CIA job, and you decided to join him in his career. As the two of you had always done everything together, why not this too?

You felt Five stir next to you, letting out a series of groans. He slowly opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his face the moment he saw you.

"Good morning, beautiful." His morning voice is thick and deep.

"I love you." You whispered, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes.

Five leaned up to kiss you but you counteracted it by jumping out of bed. You pulled the blanket off of him and he whined in protest.

"Time to get up, Gramps, Lila wants us to drive the kids to school today."

Five rolled his eyes at the nickname. You snickered and kissed him on the cheek before heading to the bathroom to get ready.

After the two of you grabbed breakfast, you met Lila outside, Grace and the twins behind her.

"Thank you again for helping us out with this, I don't know how I'd ever get to work on time without you." Lila gave you a quick hug.

"Of course, whatever you need." You ushered her away, signaling that you could take it from here.

You were used to driving the kids places, and they always said you were their favorite aunt. Five however, could not surpass Klaus for favorite uncle.

"Alright guys, who's ready for school?" You said as you jumped in the driver's seat.

There was a chorus of enthusiastic cheers from the back, and you laughed.

"I was never that excited about school when I was your age." The kids had no idea how long ago that actually was for you.

You made sure to put on some kid friendly music, anything but Baby Shark. You dropped the kids off and made sure they all got inside safely.

"Anything else on the schedule for today?" Five asked you.

"Nope, we're both off today so I think the rest of our day is free."

"Great, we should do absolutely nothing." Five's eyes lit up with excitement.

You nodded in agreement and drove towards your home.

Once you arrived, the both of you threw on pajamas and cuddled up in bed. Five flung his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder, simultaneously letting out a big sigh.

"I love you." He mumbled in your ear.

Even after all these years he still made you blush every time he said those three little words.

"I love you more." You pressed a kiss to Five's nose and he scrunched it up before responding with a chaste kiss to your lips.

After breaking apart you and Five settled into each other's arms, excited to spend a calm day together.

He reached for the remote and flicked on the TV. The small kiss he placed on your forehead didn't go unnoticed.

As Five settled into this new life, he found it hard not to expect a new life altering crisis to pop up at any moment. But it never did.

As the day dragged on, nothing out of the ordinary happened; and you could almost say that it was an ordinary day.

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[blackcoldcrackedheart]

Coffee date

He was doing a lot to the point where it felt like he was running on fumes.

He kept himself busy, even making new friends and going out with Maddie, Josh, and Ravi.

Maddie told him she was proud of him, that he was finally getting used to be single and adjusting to break-up being done for good.

Buck nodded in agreement, smiled and said thanks. Trying his best to sound assured and confident. As though he was proud of himself.

Hell, even Hen and Chimney noted how focused he was at work and how on top of his game he was being during calls.

"Look at that, Buck all grown up." Chimney smiled teasingly at him, thumping him on his back. "What version of Buck is this now? 4.0 or 5.0?"

Hen shook her head, chuckling as she replied."Hmm, I think this might be version 6. Right Buck?"

Buck went along with the teasing.

-

"Melatonin is crap." Buck mumbled to himself tiredly. He thought by now he would be able to fall asleep. He was keeping himself physically and mentally busy to the point where he felt tired but couldn't sleep. At least not for longer than two hours.

He had done everything from working out before bed to tire him out, drinking warm milk, hot chamomile tea, drinking pomegranate juice, taking scalding hot shower and baths, rubbing lavender all over his body, to now finally taking melatonin.

He looked at his phone.

2:38 am.

"Great."

He got up and pulled on some joggers and a hoodie and a beanie.

He needed to get the hell out of his house.

He wasn't sure where he could go but found himself driving around for a while before deciding to head to Norms.

Honestly it was better than nothing.

And definitely better than going to Dennys.

The diner was busy for this time of night (morning really). Buck was graful for it though, he needed the distraction.

The waitress ended up giving him a small table by the windows. Buck gave her a tight smile as he started to look over the menu. He wasn't hungry. Just tired.

But not tired enough to where he could sleep.

He rubbed his eyes and then face. He just needed to sleep.

He hadn't told anyone yet on the team or Maddie or Eddie about this insomnia problem he was having.

Honestly, he expected to not be taken too seriously or just be told to deal with it before it affected his job.

"You look like how I feel." Said a gruff voice next to him.

Right as Buck looked to see who said that the waitress came back. Buck fumbled with the menu and his words as he stuttered out his order for a minute. Coffee and some strawberry pancakes with all the fixings because what was the point now.

He heard the guy laugh.

"What?" Buck asked.

The guy, a rough looking guy who was probably in his 40s or 50s with cropped hair and clean face, snickered at him. "You must be going through the crapper if you're ordering that at 3 am."

Buck shrugged, "Couldn't sleep."

"Well, you're definitely not gonna sleep now. All that sugar and caffeine is gonna be super helpful when you're at work."

It was Buck's turn to snicker this time. "Might be helpful then. I'm a firefighter so probably will need the sugar and caffeine."

The guy raised a brow at him. "No kidding? I'm a firefighter too." He stuck out his hand for Buck to shake, "Captain Sal DeLuca. Down at the Long Beach station 12."

Buck shook the man's hand. "NIce to meet you."

"Likewise." Sal nodded his head towards Buck. "What got you so wired?"

"Could ask you the same." Long beach wasn't far, but Buck was sure that there were plenty of diners opened closer to Long Beach. Unless Sal liked driving nearly an hour to work and back by living in Torrance.

Sal shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. "Had a bad call, my wife and girls were asleep so I figured, let me clear my head. I got therapy in like five hours so I figured I could kill some time here before making the drive back." He set down the mug of coffee. "You?"

Buck took a deep breath out, weighing out his options here. Sal seemed nice to talk to.

Could still be a prick though.

But it's not like Buck would ever see him again after this.

"Honestly?" Buck asked.

Sal quirked a brow, "I asked, didn't i?"

Buck bit the inside of his cheek, still unsure about saying this out loud. But it felt easier to say it to a stranger. "I haven't been able to sleep at my new place since I broke up with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

Buck felt his hackles rise, his jaw ticked as he asked, "What? You never met a queer firefighter before?"

Sal let out a surprise laugh, "Nah, definitely met plenty. Worked with this lesbian firefighter almost a decade ago." He let out a low whistle. "She could kick my ass and yours and still could take out a fire on her own without breaking a sweat. I'll tell you, anytime my girls said they can't do something I remind them of her, their mother, and my mother." Sal explained. "But what happened with you and your ex boyfriend there? Can't sleep unless he cuddles you to sleep or something?"

Buck felt his eyes sting a bit. "Yeah." He muttered miserably. It caught him and Sal off guard.

"Oh jeez." Sal muttered, wiping his mouth with a napkin and moving to sit across from Buck.

Buck felt tired finally. It was the first time he had admitted it out loud, to even himself.

He missed Tommy.

"Hey, listen. Im sorry. I wasnt trying to be an ass there, I just unfortunately come off that way....a lot." Sal explained. "How long ago was this breakup? Yall were living together or something?"

Buck snorted at that. He explained what happened, from him discovering that he and Tommy had dated the same woman, to Buck's impromptu move in with question, to the break up, to baking, to the hook up, the argument they had, and all about Maddie's advice about being alone.

"Sounds like you both need to talk." Sal told him.

"I tried!"

Sal rolled his eyes, scoffing as he moved his mug of coffee away so he could lean on is elbows. "You didn't try crap. You snapped because you got defensive and your ex boy there got guarded."

Buck slowly chewed his food as he processed that, Sal wasn't completely wrong there.

"You could have told your ex what happened- about you missing him and the baking, but you didn't. You let him leave thinking it was just a hookup."

"He thought I had feeling for my best friend!"

"Do you?"

"No!"

"Well then tell him that!" Sal argued back, both men paused as they realized they were loud and gaining the other patrons attentions. "What? Yall never seen two people argue in a diner before? It's LA, deal with it." Sal shook his head in disdain, he grabbed a strawberry from Buck's plate. "You love this guy?" He didn't let Buck answer, "What am I saying. Of course you do, you're at the "I need him to fall asleep" stage."

Buck felt his face heat up at that.

He missed Tommy.

But love?

Josh had asked him that too. But he couldn't answer. But this time...

"I think I love him." Buck said in depressed awe. The truth hurting and cutting deep in him. He had meaningful relationships before. He had never said I love you though. With Taylor it felt...not like this.

"Of course you do." Sal rolled his eyes. "What are you gonna do about it is the question."

Buck slumped back in his chair, he rubbed his chest as the fear of losing Tommy permanently felt like a possibility. "I-I don't think he would say it back. Not after that."

"Might if you told him the damn truth." Sal grabbed another strawberry. "I get your sister's advice and your friends wanting you not to call the ex. But here's the thing; they got lives. I'm sure they got their own spouses or something at home. You're like what 35? 36?"

"33."

"Still a grown ass man who can make his own damn mind about what he wants. You want to call the ex, call him. You want to try about being alone, try it out. But you doing this thing were you need permission or some sort of validation? Guidance, whatever the hell you want to call it? It's not gonna work. At the end of day, you gotta make up your own mind otherwise you're gonna be pissed with the end results that you didn't decide for yourself."

It was rough advice, but Buck realized he was right. It sucked to hear, but Sal was right.

Buck sighed, rubbing his head as he realized he could talk to Maddie, Eddie, Bobby, Ravi, and the others till he turned blue in the face. But this was a him (and Tommy) problem.

"I want to talk to him. I need to talk to him and tell him the truth this time."

Sal stole another strawberry. "Gonna tell you the same thing I told a buddy of mine from back in the day- dude was into all that rom-com crap: a real relationship takes work, it's not all roses and soft music. Either you work for it or you don't. And if you." He pointed a red stained finger at Buck, "Seriously love this guy, then both of you need to be honest with each other. Otherwise, what's the point?"

Buck smiled down at his lap, "Seems like therapy is helping you there."

Sal cleaned off his hand with a napkin, giving Buck the side eye. "Shut it." Sal checked his phone, groaning at he stood up and stretched. "I gotta start heading back."

It was Buck who stuck out his hand this time, "Thanks for listening, Sal."

Sal waved him off, " Don't mention it....?"

Buck snickered, realizing he had just told his most recent dating life story before giving out his name. "It's Buck. Evan Buckley, really. But people call me Buck mostly."

"Well, it's been nice talking to yah, Buck. Good luck with the ex boyfriend there." Sal threw a twenty on his table. "It's on me. You could use a break since you still look like crap." Before he walked off, he turned back around to Buck. "Hey, if things don't work with the ex. I got an old friend of mine I've been meaning to catch up with. He's into dudes too, only downside is he's really into rom-coms. But, he's a pretty cool dude for the most part."

Buck let out a genuine laugh, shaking his head as he told Sal. "I'm good, thanks though. I-I think my ex might be it for me."

Sal smiled knowingly at him "Good luck then." He started to walk backwards as he told Buck "I expect a damn wedding invite or a Christmas card at least."

Once Sal was out of the diner, Buck pulled out his phone and opened his contact list to find Tommy's number. It was after 5 now.

"Evan?" Tommy's groggy voice still caused the butterflies in Buck’s stomach to stir. "You okay?"

Buck felt fidgety already, "Yeah, I'm fine I-we should talk. Like really talk." He took a quick glance outside, the streets were still pretty empty. "Can I come by?"

It took exactly 10 seconds for Tommy to reply back "Yeah, of course you can."

Five weeks later…

Buck had to be imagining it.

He squinted his eyes and watched as the man turned his back on him, giving Buck the chance to look at the name on the man's turnout.

It was him.

Buck couldn't help but smile as he rushed over while yelling "Hey! DeLuca!" Sal turned around, his face scrunched in a grumpy frown till he saw that it was Buck who called on him.

"Buck? What the hell are you doing here?"

Here was a major 4 alarm fire at the Harbor UCLA hospital. The 118 and station 12 where called for backup since the fire had spread to communities and shops around the hospital.

"Dealing with this mess." Buck huffed, he was grimy and sweaty, he knew wiping the sweat off his forehead was just smudging the soot around his face more. "Your team okay?"

Sal shrugged, "Yeah, fortunately it was the 231 that had two of their firefighters trapped there for a hot second but luckily they made it out." He gave Buck a once over. "You look better, I mean you still look like crap but I'm betting it has to do with the fact that you and I had to deal with mess for the past five hours."

That got Buck to laugh, he was doing better. He was finally sleeping soundly now.

"Yeah, actually. I got my boyfriend back." Buck couldn't get over the giddiness that came with talking about Tommy being his boyfriend again. "We talked, a lot. And we were both really honest. It definitely wasn't easy but I think we're good." He felt a little bit uncomfortable being so cheery around a rough call, but it was hard to repress the smile over taking his face as he told Sal. "I told him that I love him, and he said he loves me too. So, I think we're gonna be okay."

Sal gave him a rough but playful shove, "Atta boy! Look at that you and your boy freaking talking, glad to hear that you two are freaking acting like two grown ass men."

Buck rolled his eyes, "Anyone ever tell you that you give out the roughest tough love talks ever?"

Sal jutted out his lower lip, shaking his head back and forth as he faked thinking it over. "Yeah actually. Buddy I told you about? The rom com guy usually reminds me I'm an asshole with a heart of gold...usually he adds gold plated but I don't think that's true." He gave Buck a slap on the chest. "Also, come to find out the coglione is already dating a guy and it's pretty serious. So, you might have dodged a bullet there since you turned down my offer to set you up with him."

"The friend you were meaning to get in touch with?" Buck clarified.

"Yeah. I owed the guy a call. He's not like you. You might have killed him. Guy's like a locked box of emotions. I knew you for only like what? Two minutes before I got your dating history? This guy? Known him for over 15 years and he won't even tell me anything about the guy he's seeing now except for the fact that it's serious and he might be the one."

Buck snorted; he could see Sal getting riled up. "Guess it's a good thing you never set us up then?" He thought about Eddie for a minute. He had known Eddie for seven years now, it was hard to imagine keeping a secret from Eddie. He wondered if Sal and the guy were truly friends. "The guy your best friend or something?"

Sal's expression soften, a quick glint of shame passing through his eyes. "Something like that. He and I were best friends, or at least I thought we were. We had a falling out. I thought he didn't have my back when I got transferred from my old station. Told him as much and we basically got into this huge fight and he came out to me. I didn't take it well. I didn't mean what I said to him, I was just angry that he didn't have my back and didn't trust me for all that time." Sal sighed, he looked around the ruined smoldering hospital. "Listen to me going down memory lane like we got time." He chuckled to himself and gave Buck a shake by his shoulder. "Glad that you and your boyfriend got your crap together. I'll see you around Buck."

"Yeah, bye Sal."

It was a little while later when he and the others were getting ready to head back to the station when Buck caught Hen and Chimney staring at Bobby talking to Sal.

Buck didn't think much about it. Figuring it was just a captain of one station chatting with another captain. He was already helping Ravi get their equipment back into the truck and missed Hen and Chimney talking about Sal.

"Never thought I would ever see those two together in the same room again."

"It has been years, just glad to see they both don't have a chip on their shoulders about the past now."

-

Buck had to go home; he had plans to go baby clothes shopping with Maddie.

But making out with Tommy against Tommy's door was just too good to walk away from. He followed Tommy's lips when Tommy pulled away for air.

"Don't you have plans to meet with your sister?" Tommy asked, the words muddled as Buck continued to kiss him- gripping the front of Tommy's shirt so that his boyfriend wouldn't pull back.

"Mmm, yeah. But I can meet her at the store." Buck nuzzled his nose against Tommy's and tried for another kiss but Tommy leaned his head back. "Tommy-"

"You have plans with your sister, and I've got plans for later that I need to get ready for."

Buck pouted at that, of course Tommy was allowed to have his own plans. It just sucked to be separated again. "What sort of plans?" Buck asked, stealing a few kisses in between his question.

"I got invited to a watch party. A buddy of mine always has these watch parties for UCLA and since it’s against USC, he's trying to make it a big thing for all of us."

Buck chuckled, he had been living in LA long enough to know the rivalry between USC and UCLA. He had learned the hard way when he went to a bar wearing a baby blue jersey during a USC game.

"Sounds like fun." Buck realized something then, "I never really got to meet your friends before. You don't really talk about them."

He saw Tommy freeze up. "I mean, we're not close. Sort of hard to maintain friendships in your 30s and 40s. I'm surprised I even got invited."

Buck was ready to argue back, pointing out that he and everyone at the 118 were friends.

But...

"I-I get that. I was always worried about if me or anyone from the team left, would we still be friends." He admitted, he looked at Tommy who looked surprised by Buck's admission. "Yeah I know. We act like a dysfunctional family, but it's always been in the back of my mind. Losing them just because of life, y'know?"

The shimmer in Tommy's eyes had Buck worried. He didn't press but didn't stop Tommy from kissing him again. "I know." Tommy told him once he pulled away from the kiss.

Buck felt relaxed, he touched Tommy's face- his thumb brushing over Tommy's cleft chin. "You should go. You deserve to have fun- cut loose a bit."

"Come with me?"

Buck's brows went up. He opened and closed his mouth; he hadn't expected the invite. He knew there wasn't a "meet the friends" stage with him since Tommy knew his friends before Buck even met them. But meeting Tommy's friends was a different story.

"You sure?"

Tommy nodded his head "yes" and gently cupped Buck's face so that he could kiss Buck's birthmark, his forehead, and then lips. "I'm really sure." Tommy swore. "I think it's time for the people I've known for years meet the man that I see myself being forever with."

Buck was over an hour late meeting with Maddie.

-

Buck didn't know what to expect when he parked his truck a few houses down in the neighborhood that Tommy's friend lived at. The neighborhood was a quaint neighborhood outside of old Pasadena.

He felt a little nervous as he walked up to the house, carrying a bag of two cases of beer and banana loaf. Before he got to ring or knock, the door opened wide to reveal a relieved looking Tommy. "Hey! You made it."

Buck felt his nerves ebb away as Tommy kissed him. "Yeah. Traffic was easy this time, luckily."

Tommy pulled the bag from his hold and led him to the living room. "Hey, got another firefighter for you guys to meet." Tommy was all nerves and smiled as a room full of faces turned to them. Buck vaguely recognized a few firefighters from the 217 (including Lucy who gave him a knowing smile). "This is my boyfriend, Evan Buckley from the 118." Tommy told the crowd.

Buck gave them an excited smile (hearing Tommy call him his boyfriend always caused butterflies) and a brief hand wave. "Nice to meet everyone. You- You guys can call me Buck."

A guy with a UCLA sleeveless jersey and a bunch of tattoos was the first to greet Buck. "Hey, it's nice to meet you man. I'm Manny." Manny hit Tommy in the gut. "About time you showed up with your boyfriend."

Tommy rolled his eyes at that. "Didn't think you would be dying to meet him like this." Tommy looked over at Buck. "They've been super excited to meet you since I told them that you were coming."

"Oh."

Two other people joined them, a woman with long black curly hair and a bunch of gold bangles bracelets on her wrists and another guy who looked like he could be related to the woman. He was taller and sporting an impressive beard streaked with gray.

"Tommy!" The woman cooed excitedly, Tommy on the other hand looked more nervous as the woman and then the man hugged him. The woman looked genuinely sweet as she smiled at Buck. "So, this is the boyfriend you've been so secretive about?" The woman teased. "I can see why you've been hiding him." She winked at Tommy, "You're absolutely gorgeous, glad that my husband didn't follow through with setting this one up on a blind date."

The man next to her chuckled, "That would have been entertaining." He stuck out his hand to Buck. "I'm Arjun."

The woman waved at Buck apologetically before shaking his hand. "Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Gina." She pointed to Arjun. "His sister."

"Oh, well it's nice to meet you both. How do you guys know each other?" Buck asked, accepting a bottle of beer from Manny who frowned at the question.

Even Gina looked mildly hurt. "Tommy and my husband worked together for years. They were best friends."

Buck looked at Tommy, who just seemed apprehensive now and was clearly clenching his jaw. He knew the signs to look out for when Tommy was getting too into his own head. He took Tommy's hand in his and squeezed tightly. "Well, I can't wait to meet him."

When they had a second alone after making their way through the room and introducing Buck to everyone, Buck pulled Tommy into the kitchen. It was away from the living room where everyone was watching the game and talking loudly .

"You know it's okay if you're not ready to tell your friends about us. I-I mean I'm not gonna take any offense by it." Buck told him as gently as possible. His feelings were hurt but he figured he could talk to Tommy about it later once the watch party was over.

Tommy stepped back, frowning as he asked Buck "What makes you think I want you to leave? Do you want to leave?"

"No. It's just- well, y-you seem to be really uncomfortable around them. I mean they seem to be excited to meet me, but you seem-"

"Tense?"

"Yeah."

Tommy snorted, the irony of their conversation had them both laughing. "I'm not uncomfortable about you being here, I'm glad you're here. It's just-I've been always cautious about anyone from work or the army knowing that I'm gay that it's hard to just remember that they're actually accepting of me."

Buck nodded, understanding that this was a challenge for Tommy considering his past. He grabbed Tommy's waist, pulling him slightly. "You know why they're accepting of you?"

"Why?"

"Because they're your friends." Buck pointed out. "They seem to really like you, Tommy." Tommy scoffed at that, looking away as though the suggestion was ridiculous. "I mean, they don't like you more than I like you. That's impossible." He gently took Tommy's chin between his thumb and index finger. "But I can tell that they really like you, so maybe just let them?"

Tommy was quiet, his mouth pursed and twitching. He let out a sigh that was heavy with emotions that Buck knew Tommy didn't want to explore yet. He let Tommy pull him in for a hug, pressing a kiss onto Tommy's neck as Buck felt Tommy bury his face into Buck's neck.

"I love you." Tommy muttered into Buck's neck.

"I love you too." He gave one last kiss to Tommy's neck and hugged him tighter till Tommy was ready to let go. "You okay to head back in there with your friends?"

Tommy nodded 'yes', "Yeah, I think I am."

The game had yet to get interesting, but the room was full of chatter as Buck and Tommy got comfortable with socializing. Buck was truly enjoying himself, it was nice meeting the people in Tommy's life and watching Tommy let loose with his friends.

The doorbell rang, and Gina was the first to get up. "Oh, finally." she gave Tommy a small smile. "I thought he would take another hour with grabbing the sandwiches."

Buck looked at Tommy, "Her husband?"

Tommy nodded, giving Buck a lop-sided smile as he stood up. "Not exactly ready to face him yet with you. He's not a bad person, just we're still working on being friends again." Tommy gave out his hand for Buck who took it easily. "Ready to meet my Eddie?"

"Do I have to worry about competition now?" Buck asked coyly, earning a strong poke to his side.

"No contest there, Evan. You would win every time."

Buck smiled bashfully at that, leaning closer to kiss Tommy when he heard a familiar voice.

"You gotta be freaking kidding me! Buck?"

Buck couldn't help but laugh, "Sal?" he accepted Sal pulling him into a half hug all while Tommy and Gina watched, each wearing a seemingly confused (mostly Tommy) and entertained (mostly Gina) expressions.

"How do you two know each other?" Tommy asked, pointing at the two of them.

"Remember I told you I got some really rough tough love advice from a firefighter from Norms?"

Tommy's eyes went wide with fear, his arms crossed as he slowly replied "Yeah?"

Sal was grinning like a cat with a canary.

"Meet the firefighter."

Sal waved his arms, still grinning and showboating.

Tommy leaned his head back, "Dear God." he looked at Sal, "You're gonna be more of a smug asshole now, aren’t you?"

Sal let out a loud booming laugh that even had Buck laughing. "You bet your ass I will." he smacked Tommy's stomach. "Look who put on their big boy pants and actually talked about his feelings."

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, "How are you an asshole and insightful?"

Sal shrugged, 'I've got layers, you bitch." He looked over at Buck. "Told you this one?" he jutted his thumb at Tommy, "Locked box of emotions. I'm glad you two worked it out." he slapped Tommy upside the head.

"Hey!"

Sal ignored him, "That's for not talking your crap out. I keep telling you people can't read your damn mind, you both were stressing over each other and didn't say a damn word." He pointed at Buck, "I'm not gonna slap your head because you seem more emotionally regulated than this guy. But I will kick your ass if you hurt him."

Buck pressed his lips together momentarily to keep from laughing. He put up his hands placatingly, "Deal."

Sal nodded, pleased that Buck wasn't giving him pushback or making up excuses. "Good." Sal grunted; he gave them a small smirk. "Now I better be invited to your damn wedding, because either way I got you two together."

"Either way?" Tommy echoed back.

"Remember I told you I met a pretty boy who's a firefighter and into dudes?"

Buck and Tommy's eyes widened at the same time, with Tommy groaning into his hands and Buck tilting his head back and laughing.

"This is your buddy who you wanted to set me up with?" Buck asked, Gina looked too entertained, hiding her smile behind her hands as she looked at a forlorn Tommy.

"Yup." Sal bit his lower lip. "Told you I know you well enough to pick your type." he told Tommy. He turned to face Buck again, "Figured he could use a boyfriend like you in his life, someone to remind him that it's okay to let someone in and know him, crappy rom-com flaws and all. You know? Get him to talk and all that crap."

Buck nodded, eyeing Tommy who looked surprised. "Well, happy to report, we're working on it."

"You two better." Sal warned, "Because I can't deal with this one bottling up crap again." he glanced at Tommy again, shaking his head in frustration, "I'm still trying to remind him that I actually like his dumb ass. Figured setting him up with you, the one guy who I thought would be perfect for him and bring some sort of joy into his crappy life would be a good start."

"Really?" Tommy asked, he sounded so earnest that Buck felt himself becoming defensive on his behalf.

Sal looked exhausted; this was clearly a sore topic for them both. "Yeah, you dumb ass." he sighed, rubbing his face, "You gotta stop thinkin' I don't give a crap about you, man. "

Even Buck could pick up the sincerity in Sal's voice. The guy looked like he was really trying hard to prove to Tommy that their friendship meant something.

Tommy nodded, sniffing as he looked mildly uncomfortable. "Yeah, yeah. I know." he mumbled.

"Good." Sal pulled him into a tight hug. "Because I care about you, you dumb asshole."

Tommy let out a wet laugh, "Me too, you jerk."

Gina stood next to Buck, bumping her shoulder into his arm. "This was overdue, wasn't it?" Buck asked, noticing the tears in Gina's eyes. He caught sight of the relieved expression in some of the others faces- including Lucy's.

"Way overdue." Gina wiped away a tear. "I'm glad you and Tommy are back together. I think you're good for him."

Buck smiled down at the ground, he could feel his ears grow warm. "He's good for me too." he admitted.

"Okay, enough with this emotional crap.” Sal declared, throwing his arm over Tommy’s shoulders, “What's USC up by?" Sal asked as he picked up a beer from the table.

"What makes you think USC is winning?" Manny asked, clearly offended. A few others sporting UCLA’s baby blue jersey glared at them.

Tommy scoffed playfully as Buck and him sat back down with the group. "Because it's USC."

Sal, Tommy, and Buck were able to duck right in time as Manny and others threw food at them.

Buck did end up having a lot of fun Tommy's friends.

[enhaven]

busy ⤑ sjy (m.)

pairing: jake x reader

genre: fluff, smut, pwp, established relationship

wc & rating: 1.5k | 18+

summary: jaeyun’s bored out of his mind so he wants to play….but you seemed to be so busy.

warnings: cursing, groping, cockwarming, reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex, doggy lmao, orgasm delay/denial

a/n: a quick one (again) from my hoodie collection cuz i've been missing him oml while i work on longer fics. also this is unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!!

Several deep sighs and huffs can be heard from your boyfriend behind you, so it’s only a matter of time until he’d start whining that you’ve been ignoring him, again.

"baby i’m bored"

More than a minute, now that's a new record.

"okay, but i'm doing something" you sternly say, turning around to show him the screen of your laptop so he can see the number of pages of your paper that you still need to edit.

You did your best to not look at Jake because you need to focus. He's wearing that favourite hoodie of yours, the one that you borrowed the most. You couldn't help but think he's wearing it on purpose. He raises the collar, tightening up the drawstrings as he gives you that pleading look. He's been whining nonstop for about half an hour now and you're starting to feel bad.

Tonight's one of the nights where you're both free which is rare given how busy you and your boyfriend are. It just happens that one of your classes have a deadline this week and it's due before midnight. You’re technically done but the perfectionist in you still wants to do another round of editing just to make sure you’d submit the version that satisfies you.

Your boyfriend understands that. Hell, Jake's quite similar especially when it comes to academics. You're just hoping tonight's not an exception.

However, Jake thinks you’re always doing something. It’s not because he’s needy that he’s complaining. He’s seriously getting concerned about how much you’ve been tiring yourself lately.

Not just for this paper but for everything else too so he has to intervene before you exhaust yourself completely. You're stubborn for sure and it caused little arguments between you both in the past but he knows how to handle you.

Jake's a man of many talents and if there's one thing he's the most confident about, it's his ability to make you putty in his hands.

He places a firm peck on top of your bare shoulder blade. You thought that was it since he's very affectionate, not putting too much thought in to it as he's done it many times before. But then he leaves another and continues his kisses on the rest of your shoulders up to your nape so you know what he was doing.

"jaeyun i need to finish this" you try to say with more conviction but your voice came out a little weak.

Jake’s lips curl into a smirk. You’re not leaving his lap when you could've so if he just tries one more time..

You feel his large hands slowly creep under your shirt, his fingertips circling your skin. Jake feels your breathing quicken as you pauses your typing, prompting him to continue his ministrations on you. His hands ascend and before you can even stop him, both his hands cup your breasts.

"take a break" he whispers against your skin, casually biting the surface as he starts kneading your breasts roughly.

Curse you for choosing to wear a thin bra tonight. Normally, you wouldn’t but spending time with your boyfriend always ends up with him fucking you so you had to take precautions.

You should've taken more. That will never stop Jake though.

"b-babe, we fucked this morning" you struggle to fight off his effects on you, not really wanting him to stop with how heated you are already.

"so? we can’t fuck again?” he whines by your ear, ceasing his hands but not without giving them a hard pinch which dismayed you a bit. 

“we can but later. i’m almost done i promise” you turn around to give him a quick kiss in which he sneakily tries to deepen by pulling your neck. You thankfully was able to stop him, planting your hand against his firm chest.

“hmm, okay but..can i be inside you though? i’ll behave baby i promise” your eyes squint at Jake’s twinkling ones with his request, not really believing any of his words after the stunt he just pulled.

On the bright side, it’ll pacify him for the time being while you finish editing so you nodded.

Jake grinned at his successful attempt, helping you out of your night shorts. He immediately pulls down his sweats and boxers, just enough so he can take his cock out for you to sit on. He'd been hard since you sat on his lap and he's pretty sure you've noticed it but just paid him no mind.

You're good at that, resisting. But Jake also figured out how to break your defenses. 

He runs his hands along his shaft, giving it a quick squeeze while you part your thong to the side. The view made him chuckle, immediately sliding his swollen tip along your folds. Jake isn't really surprised with the amount of slick that's coating his cock already.

"baby, you're so wet-"

"sim jaeyun" your firm tone stops him at once, pulling you down by your hips as you slowly sink on him.

"shit.."

Your boyfriend didn't prep you so it's quite uncomfortable given his size. Jake usually fingers you up to three sometimes to make sure you're ready each time you have sex.

"fuckfuckfuck"

Jake takes a deep breath once you reach the hilt, closing his eyes to stop himself from fucking up to you. He may be good at controlling himself but when it comes to your pussy? He's no match for it.

You made it clear that you wanted to finish editing, evident when he sees your hand passing him his phone.

"play a bit so you won't get bored hmm?"

Jake begrudgingly accepts it, leaning back on the pillows as he starts playing a game on his phone. The slight movement causes his dick to move inside you, unintentionally hitting that spongy spot that elicits a moan from you.

It's followed by short gasp, probably thinking that he didn't hear it because he's busy with his own game. Oh but he did, he's just going to ignore it like you wanted. He loves you that much.

You were wondering why your boyfriend hasn't said anything. Usually he does, taunting you until you give in but his attention is fully on his phone now. You should be relieved because he's not bothering you anymore.

It lasted for a few minutes. You were able to do a lot of editing before one of his hands grip your hip.

"stop moving baby, i don't wanna loose here" he grunts, sounding breathless behind you. Loose in what? The game on his phone or this game he's playing with you?

You pause your typing, closing your eyes to try and control your breathing. Ever since Jake hit that spot earlier, you've grown desperate for him to do it again, not really realizing that you've been unconsciously clenching around his cock this whole time.

It's frustrating you that Jake seems to be not affected at all, continuing playing with his game, a few curses and whining here and there. You move slightly, hoping that he'll notice but still none. Maybe he's getting back at you for constantly ignoring him earlier.

You clamp on him again, rolling your hips a little and his grip tightened on your hip. You feel his cock twitch inside and you grinned. Closing your laptop now, you transfer it from your legs to the mattress. You're just relieved that you were able to finish before your horniness took over.

Jake's hand moves from your hip to the front side of your waist, controlling your movements as you start bouncing on his cock.

"you've been working hard baby" he chuckles, not failing to compliment you.

"mhmm, i love you jakey" you moan, close to a whine at this point since he's still not paying you his full attention.

"i love you too baby"

A yelp erupts from you when your boyfriend suddenly raise both of his legs, his hands holding up your body as he pushes you on your knees. Your face falls front on the mattress as Jake positions himself, careful not to remove his dick from your pussy in the process.

Damn his core strength.

Once Jake's both hands are on your sides, he begins fucking you senseless. Like how he's wanted to since you sat on his lap. He knew that you won't last long, that you need him like how much he needs you.

"you should relax a little" he coos, giggling a bit when he notices how tightly you're gripping the bedsheets. The intensity from his thrusts leaves your brain mushy, almost missing the his teasing undertone.

"h-how am i gonna relax when you're fucking me this hard" you're not really complaining and Jake knows it. He relishes all the sounds coming from you each time he has you like this. All pliant, all for him to do whatever he pleases.

"just the way you like it"

He caresses your ass as he speeds up his thrust, intentionally missing your soft spot to prolong this. He knows you're anticipating him to spank you a little but he won't. Instead, he slows down and contemplates if he should play with your swollen clit at the moment.

He'd have the time to calm himself, maybe pause, to punish you just a little bit. He's definitely not planning to let you cum yet.

Not until you start begging, again and again..

[seonghrtz]

KISS ME !

𝒮 YNOPS𝑖S,ㅤㅤthe kiss cam didn't seem like such a bad idea.

͏𝒘. ͏ ͏͏ dean winchester & f!reader ᡴꪫ ( 890 ) fluff + cw. lovesick!dean (?) jealousy implied mutual pining.

Dean Winchester didn't expect to be in the stands at a baseball game with you and his brother.

However, it wasn't as if he wasn't enjoying the moment.

After solving so many cases and saving the world so many times, a little rest and fun wouldn't go amiss, in fact it would do him and his health a great deal of good. And when Sam told him he'd won three tickets to a baseball game, he didn't hesitate to accept the offer ⸻ especially when he found out you'd be going too.

Dean glanced at you every five seconds. Secretly (or maybe not so secretly), Dean had harboured feelings for you for some time, but given the line of work as a hunter and the terrible fear of losing you, he decided it was best to keep those feelings to himself and to himself alone ⸻ even if sometimes his actions ended up revealing his true feelings more than expected.

It was almost automatic for Dean to have his eyes on you ⸻ it was inevitable. And at that moment, with you in an outfit so different from the ones you wore to hunt, with such a serene expression on your face, a bright smile, it was hard for him to concentrate on anything but you. Dean didn't know if he'd ever seen you so relaxed, as if the weight of the world was no longer a burden on your shoulders, and he knew he'd do anything to see that version of you more often.

As the game went into half-time, the attention of the fans wandered until the moment of the famous kiss cam.

Everyone was having fun, some people did something funny before kissing the person next to them, some refused (one girl even held up a sign saying that the boy next to her was her brother), there was a man who kissed the bottle of beer he was holding, another who kissed the mascot of one of the teams. And in the midst of all this amusing confusion, Dean couldn't help but wonder how you'd react if the kissing camera was turned on you and him. And his questioning sounded more like a desperate desire to be able to kiss you.

However, his thoughts were interrupted when he noticed you laughing and making a sign of denial. The older Winchester's eyes followed where you were looking, noticing you and Sam on the big screen inside a heart frame with "kiss cam" written on it.

Dean didn't know whether to be relieved that you had refused to kiss his brother, or outraged that they had filmed you and Sam instead of you and him (since you were sitting between the Winchesters).

Some time passed and the camera focused on other couples, some likely and some unlikely, until suddenly the kissing cam returned to you and Sam. Together, you and Sam refused to kiss, making denial movements as you laughed at the situation, but the audience began to eagerly repeat the word "Kiss!" in unison. And when the two of you realised that there was no escape for that situation, you grabbed the younger Winchester's face and gave him a long kiss on the cheek, causing half the audience to cheer and the other half to boo.

Dean shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the whole situation, not noticing the movement you had made with your hands (your figure on the screen pointed to the older Winchester sitting next to you). He sighed and stared at a random point in the arena, feeling his interest in the game fade. Dean tried to follow a few moments of the game, but his mind spun in a sea of what-ifs. What if you and Sam had really kissed? What would happen between you and his little brother? Would it have been platonic or mutual? What if it was a mutual feeling?

Dean felt his stomach turn at the thought of you liking Sam and Sam liking you. For a moment, he felt selfish for wishing it would never happen, but he quickly reprimanded himself for the direction his thoughts had taken. If for some reason fate wanted you and Sam to be together, he would try to be happy for his brother and for you, even if it destroyed him completely.

The older Winchester only came back to reality when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned to look at the person and saw that you were facing him with a huge smile on your face. Before Dean could ask what was going on, you approached his face and planted a kiss on his lips.

When you ended the kiss, you pointed to a spot and Dean, still surprised by the sudden kiss, followed his gaze to where you were pointing, noticing the image of him and you on the screen inside the heart frame.

The older Winchester was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly noticed that they were already on another break and that the kiss cam was filming him and you.

Dean swallowed, trying to recover from the surprise as he bit his lower lip, trying to keep his smile from slipping away, realising that just a simple kiss had made him so happy.

Yeah, maybe the kiss cam wasn't so bad after all.

do i know anything about baseball? no! but i saw a compilation of funny kiss cam moments on tiktok and thought "why not write something about it?"

© seonghrtz, 2025. all rights reserved, please do not copy / steal / translate / modify any of my works!

[owuwi]

ALTERNATE WORLD

POWDER.ᐟ

summary: in the midst of perfection, your responsibilities still nag at the back of your mind.

pairings: au!powder x ogtimeline!reader

warnings: a bit of angst, fluff, not really a warning but fem!reader, reader is in ekko's position, mentions of jinx x fem!reader.

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Perhaps, being selfish wasn't as bad as people said.

Maybe, just for once, putting yourself first wasn't going to cause the end of the world.

Those are the words that have been constantly running through your mind for these past few days, these days you've spent with Powder.

This wasn't your Powder, though, you were pretty aware of that —the universe didn't like you enough to allow you be that happy—, yet that didn't stop you from enjoying everything. You deserved it, right? You deserved to experience this level of contentment, of peace, at least once in your life.

Honestly, you were still a bit confused about your relationship with the blue-haired girl. There was a thick, tangible tension between the two of you but she hasn't actually initiated anything romantic —except for clinging onto you, if that counts—. She was quite flirty, that was sure, and it ignited something deep inside you whenever she behaved in that manner. Knowing that this is what you could've had... it brought you such sadness and even envy.

Despite everything, there was still a small part of you that knew this was wrong; a responsible voice reminding you of your true fate. You weren't meant to be here —let alone stay here— and that righteous side of you wanted to leave it very clear.

Goodness, the only thing you wanted was to know what the hell was wrong with your tree.

And now? Now you had to leave paradise to go back to hell.

Apparently, it was usual for you —this universe's version of yourself— to sleep over at Powder's place, so you've been doing that for these past few days. Seeing Vander and Silco so... together was definitely something you weren't going to get used to, but they were truly so loving that it made you forget they were once enemies.

You woke up earlier than the younger girl and headed down to her hideout —workplace— in a miserable attempt of isolating yourself for a bit and simply think, think about how to build something that could take you home. You actually already knew what to do but you were trying to slow down the process of building it as much as possible, also trying to keep Heimerdinger out of this for as long as you could —since it would take the professor like, a day to find a way of creating such a device—.

You were so deep in your own little world, carefully drawing the hextech anomaly that brought you here while enjoying the comfort the big space provided, that you weren't aware of Powder coming down to where you were until you felt a pair of soft arms wrapping around your neck —the sudden contact immediately causing you to flinch. "Morning, jumpy." She playfully greeted you, adding more emphasis on the nickname after observing your reaction, a little chuckle then slipping past her lips in amusement.

"Hey there, i uh—... didn't hear you." You greeted her as well —and vaguely explained the reason for your sharp movement— before also letting out a chuckle, though it clearly sounded less natural than the girl's. Even with the butterflies that fluttered on your stomach each time Powder was near you, you still couldn't help but to initially freak out whenever you laid your eyes on her.

"Oh yeah, i totally realized that." She quickly said, her voice dripping with an affectionate sarcasm, as she slowly ran her fingers through your hair. Her tender action quickly sent a shiver down your spine, unconsciously leaning into the warmth of her touch. "Wow... that's a cool drawing." She broke the silence some moments later, moving her fingers away from your hair to delicately trace her fingertips along the messy lines of the drawing —a faint 'thank you' leaving your lips at her compliment.

"You woke up earlier just to draw, huh? You sure are a real mystery." She later commented in that same playful tone of voice, gently resting her chin on the top of your head as her eyes continued scanning over the drawing. You were about to say something until the sound of a soft yawn coming from the girl interrupted you.

You could tell she was still sleepy by the slight slurring in her words and by the way she was basically slumped against your back. It brought a genuine smile to your face, a faint blush spreading across the skin of your cheeks as you noticed how intimate this moment felt. "I wasn't tired anymore so i came down here, wanted to—... clear my mind a bit." You told her, closing your eyes at the feeling of her fingertips slowly sliding up your arms —goosebumps erupting all over your skin—. "Why don't you go back to bed? You seem tired.." You then added before opening your eyes, not even noticing the domesticity in your words.

Powder did notice, though.

She let out a humming sound —clearly thinking about your suggestion— while her digits continued roaming along your smooth skin. "Mhm... only if you come back with me." She replied some moments later, her voice a low whisper tickling your ear. The blue-eyed girl knew you perfectly, knew what made you react, what you liked and what you didn't, and she knew how to use that piece of information to her advantage.

Oh yeah, you two were definitely dating.

It was kinda obvious but you were just... hoping you two were really good friends. You truly got everything you once wanted in this universe —the realization of how good your life was here brought you so many mixed feelings. How wrong would it be to stay here? For starters, how wrong was it to think like this? You had your own stuff to do back at home —especially now when things were so tense—, you couldn't abandon your people and stay, right?

No... you couldn't abandon Jinx, she was your Powder, despite everything. Despite all the crimes she's committed, all the horrors she's made, she was still your best friend and the girl you fell in love with. This... this wasn't real, it was just a 'what if', you needed to go back and make things right —even if it wasn't your job to fix everything, you still needed to try—.

The girl behind you snapped her fingers in front of your face, causing you to stop daydreaming and come back to reality. "Hey, space girl! I'm not talking to myself over here." She told you, her tone humorous yet honest, clearly not enjoying the way you were ignoring her.

"Sorry! I uh...—was just thinking." You quickly apologized, letting out a sigh before rubbing your face —unconsciously staining your cheek with the dark ink you had on your hands thanks to the messy drawing you were previously working on—. Powder moved away from your back and instead sat down on the other stool, looking at you with both affection and worry. "Yeah, seems like you've been doing that a lot these days.." She mumbled, discretely pointing out your odd behavior of the past few days.

She then gently reached out to wipe away the pigment from your skin, her touch lingering on your cheek for way longer than needed. "What's on your mind?" The girl asked you quietly, cupping your cheek and holding the side of your face with such delicacy it almost brought you to tears. Whenever she held you, she always did it as if you were made of glass —scared of breaking you.

"I want to build something new. For the competition." You revealed some moments later, looking at her with uncertainty as you feel her touch faltering after hearing what you said. According to Heimerdinger, you sought Powder's help a couple of months ago for the Young Innovators Competition and she gladly decided to assist you, and the two of you have been working like crazy ever since.

And now, you had the blue-haired girl looking at you as if you were crazy. Could you blame her? Probably not. Apparently, Powder had been by your side —working— 24/7 on the project, so the fact that you were telling her you wanted to do a whole new different thing was mind-blowing for her. "Wait, what? Why?" She immediately questioned you, moving her hand away from your cheek as a frown formed on her lips.

"I uh—... it's not entirely new. We can use what we already have built." You hesitantly began explaining, your eyes looking everywhere expect at the girl in front of you. How were you supposed to tell her you wanted to travel to another dimension? She'd definitely call you crazy. "I've been doing some research and i—." You continued, flipping the pages of your sketchbook to show her the ruins and maths, though it didn't take Powder long before she cut you off.

"Hold on, we've been working on this for months, and now you want to change it? We don't have much time anymore." She complained, her tone growing frustrated and even mad —despite the change in her voice not being entirely hearable, you noticed it—. She let out a faint scoff and looked away from you, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You were so excited with this project... what changed?" She then asked you in a much softer tone of voice, giving you a look of concern.

You stayed quiet for some moments, feeling yourself getting lost in those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. Not only were you playing with yourself but you were also playing with her, creating memories this universe's version of yourself won't remember once you go back to your own world. "I uh—..." You started your sentence yet couldn't finish it, looking at her with such affection and love —though it wasn't actually the right moment to drool over her—.

"I think i found a way to travel to other dimensions." You simply stated, not even noticing how blunt your words came out thanks to how distracted you were —captivated by her beauty. You then managed to snap yourself out of the trace she induced you in, a silly and almost dumb smile slowly forming on your lips as you looked at her. "I think it's worth giving it a try..." You added, sliding your sketchbook across the surface and allowing the girl to take a look at the process you've done.

It was now her time to stay quiet, looking at you with disbelief. Silence reigned on the space; the faint whirring of the colorful lightbulbs and your breathings being the only sounds listenable. She took your book in her hands and started analyzing its content, her eyebrows lightly furrowing as she did so. "How do you just—... find a way to do that?" She asked you, her voice now playful and humorous once again. The frown and concern on her face was now replaced with a look of amazedness.

"You know me, i'm a genius." You said in reply to her question before laughing and then bitting down on your bottom lip, no longer feeling the need of hiding your true personality. It definitely wasn't good to be getting so comfortable but, right now, you truly didn't care.

Powder simply let out a little laugh at your comment, a bright smile forming on her lips as she looked up from the sketchbook and back at you again. "I'm not sure about the genius part but i'll admit, it's pretty amazing..." She opined before standing up from the stool and taking a step closer to you, cupping your face with both hands. "Do you seriously think it'll work, though?" She unsurely queried, wanting to know if you were actually serious about this whole thing.

Powder knew you weren't the type to joke about this type of stuff but come on, finding a way of traveling to other dimensions? No one has ever made such discovery yet, so how on earth did you managed to find this? Was this the reason you've been acting so different? Many questions started bubbling inside of her, questions she felt weird thinking about. What was going on with her? Was she... distrusting you? She couldn't be! She's known you her entire life! You were her girl and you were smart, she should be feeling proud you made such a discovery!

Your voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she couldn't help but to feel relieved, not wanting to think like that of you. "Yeah, i do. I already consulted a friend about this and he thinks it's possible." You answered, placing your hand on top of hers —keeping her palm pressed against your cheek— and then leaning into her touch. The feeling of your skin against hers brought peace to her head, those conceptualizations fading away immediately.

"What do you think about it?" You then asked the younger girl while slowly —almost nervously— rising your other hand and gently placing it on her hip. Powder barely reacted to your touch, meaning that she was used to you doing this —more proof of the two of you being a couple. "Well it's definitely amazing but i think it's dumb to start with it now, because it will definitely not be ready for the competition." She stated. Despite how serious she sounded, a small grin started to appear on her face.

"But you are quite dumb so i'm not entirely surprised." She quickly added, letting out a little laugh before suddenly sitting down on your lap. The girl wrapped her arms around your neck and softly started playing with the baby hairs on your nape, twirling them between her fingers. "Which is why i suppose i could help you..." She completed, her voice tender yet teasing, as she gets more comfortable on your lap.

"How nice of you." You said, playing along with her little game before placing both of your hands on her hips —with a little bit more of confidence this time—, looking at her like she just hung the moon and stars. She noticed your staring and gently pushed your shoulder in a miserable attempt of hiding how flustered you were making her feel without even doing anything. "Whatever..." She mumbled, placing one of her hands on the base of your neck and then delicately caressing the skin over your pulse point.

"Now, let's go back to my room." With that —quite suddenly— said, Powder got off your lap and grabbed your hands, making you stand up and guiding you towards the bridge that lead to the stairs —not really giving you a choice. You simply threw your sketchbook across the cluttered, circular surface —accidentally throwing a blueprint onto the floor in consequence— and followed her. "We'll talk about it in bed, yeah?" She exclaimed.

You two walked up the stairs and headed towards the girl's room quietly, not wanting to make too much noise and accidentally wake up her dads. She immediately closed the door the moment you two entered the room and then rushed to her comfortable bed, a chuckle leaving your lips at the sight of Powder basically burying herself beneath the blankets. "What are you waiting for, you doofus?" A faint, muffled voice asked you, her tone sounding almost offended thanks to how long you were taking to lay beside her.

"Can't i admire the view anymore?" You asked her back before laughing softly and then walking over to the bed, taking your shoes off before finally lying down on the mattress. It didn't take the girl long before she basically jumped on top of you, hiding her face in the warmness of the crook of your neck and wrapping her arms around your torso. "Mhm..." She simply hummed, snuggling against your tender skin.

It was obvious that you two weren't going to talk about your new project but that didn't matter right now, all that mattered was the feeling of her small body on top of yours. You nuzzled against the top of her head, taking in the scent of her blue hair, as you slid your hands under her shirt to caress the soft skin of her back. "Sleep..." You mumbled, enjoying every single second of this moment.

You didn't need to tell Powder twice, especially not when she was so tired and was lying on top of you. "I love you..." She muttered out some seconds later, moving her head away from your neck. She placed her hands on your cheeks and merely stared at you for a moment, smiling once again as she admired you. She then leaned down to place a slow, delicate kiss on your lips, her fingers mindlessly tracing patterns on your skin.

Gods.

It took you some time to kiss her back —a good second or two—, your body freezing with the suddenness of her words and movements. Despite your initial shock, fireworks exploded inside of you the moment you processed what was happening, causing you to smile against her lips as you closed your eyes and finally kissed her back. "Love you too... so much.." You said the moment the kiss broke, keeping your eyes closed before chuckling.

In this moment, you belonged here.

Right now, you had all you ever wanted.

So, was it so inhumane to be selfish?

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Spider and Bats Snippets 2

[0.] [1.]

I headcanon Spider!(Y/N) meets Clark/Superman on accident before Batman does.

Just, imagine. Your heading to a part time job, super excited about it! Get on the bus, and wait... Then fall asleep..

The bus driver kicks you out at the Mertropolis bus station. Not good! You don't have enough for a ticket back to Gotham so you managed to get a part-time job at The Daily Planet, as the coffee runner! Simple enough?

Bumping into a meek Clark Kent, who is shyly thanking you for his cup of joe'. Then you, eagerly wanting a new friend in a strange enviorment, (again), asking about what he's writing.

"Wow Kent, didn't expect you to snag the new girl."

Lois teased light-heartedly. "Oh, ha-ha it's nothing like that. They're a good friend."

He shrugs it off as Lois shakes her head. "Sheesh, a lot of fella's make a LOT of trouble with that word. Good luck Smallsville."

Blinking in confusion, you were suprised she didn't notice you as you walk up beside him. "Huh... Wait, you think were good friends!?" You beam in awe at Clark, happily spinning around his desk chair. "Clark! You should of said something sooner!"

You let go, now thoughtful. "Hmmm, we should do friendship bracelets then.. I mean, I did make one with another friend of mine.. OH! I got an' idea-" "-Guh.. I-I think I.. Need to rain check.."

"Hm? What's wrong? You look dizy... Vomit-y."

I know there's different versions of how Batman met Superman. Personally, I perfer The Animated Series Ver!

I would like to think, Robin and Nightwing asked her to get Superman's autograph as a casual comment if Spider(Y/N) went to Mertropolis.

So during her "stay" at the other city, she'd often patrol and help a bit when she could.

Would totally meet Supes' on acident.

"Wow! Hello! Why is your city so much cleaner? I like your cape! Reminds me of Miguel-!" You try to descalate the situation.

You happily greet him, babbling as your buddy glared at you. You shrug at Batman's gaze, giving him a slight push. Herding him close to your side incase of any... Bad, course of action, between you and the supposed "Man of Steel".

Superman paused at the greeting, after thrown into a wall. He expected more hostily from you as well, since he read most crime-fighters were, due to the Gotham Gazette. Yet you seemed more occupied with keeping the Batman away from HIM.

Using his x-ray vision, he peaked underneath your masks.

"Bruce Wayne..." He mumbled under his breath as Batman shoved you to the side. Glaring at the super-powered male, "You peeked.."

"Hm? He did what?" You weren't paying attention, more focused on the destruction and damage. Frowning worriedly, knowung your "unexpected vaction" would meet it's end.

Superman The Animated Series: Season 1 Ep 16 - World's Finest Part 1

I can see Spider!(Y/N) being pen-pals with lot's of heros and vigilantes. Possibly even anti-heros and villians?

Carefully web-shooting the civillians away, you keep squint as you watch them dance in sync. Slightly envious, before shooting a glance at Batman.

He collapsed as groups of Music Meisters pawns held him down. Grunting as he tried to move away. You used your web to toss them away quickly. Huffing as you glanced down at your comrade.

Even with the ear-plugs, you couldn't help it!

As if spotlight shone on your cue, you sang encouragingly. Smiling underneath your mask, you hold out a hand to him. He grasps it as you slowly pull him up.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ."And you can rise above...!" ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

The Brave and the Bold Season 1 Episode 25 Mayhem of the Music Meister!

We all know that THEE Batman has a certain type.

But this is for fun, so, (。ゝ(ェ)・)-☆

Overall, I stated perviously, it's more a comedic pairing that has many set-ups to be serious.

Watching Catwoman flee once more, you walk to Bat's side. Standing beside him politely, before.. Slowly... Reaching out your hand to his. Holding it firmly with no caution.

The vigilante glares at the action, yet you don't let up as he tries to shake your hand away.

You giggle as you watch your arm swing with his, your laughter becoming louder as he finally gave in.

Batfam relationship depends on if Spider!(Y/N) came before or after the Batfam was formed.

Personally, I perfer it before. I feel like it would show growth in Bat's and Spiders dynamic.

I sorta wanna explore it, but if ya'll got ideas Im open to it.

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{Yay! Another self-indulg work! Lol. I was inspired once again, I really just love that more people are intrested in the idea than just myself! Horray! Comments, art, reblogs are always wanted! This is purely for fun! If anyone gets the easter egg I put, let me know!}

[kaciebello]

Band-aids of death

Masterlist Luke Castellan x Hades! reader (implied, fem) Percy Jackson x Hades! reader (platonic) Summary: Percy meets the bandaid dealer who has his friend so smitten Warning: Absolutely non, teeth rotting stuff really, no use of y/n author note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. I read the books long ago and I'm currently in the process of re-reading them, so some lore might be wrong. Also using what I remember from the show! Proofread by me and me only :( word count: 1347

Percy has been at this camp stuff for a week now and he was just not loving it. From the overcrowded cabin 11 to Clarisse's relentless bugging, he just wanted to go home. This was his home now, yes, but that does not mean he can't yearn for better. And on top of all that, it seemed like he was good at absolutely nothing. If there was a competition at being bad at everything he would still somehow end up in second place.

Today was no better. Luke, Counselor of the Hermes cabin, has decided that maybe Percy could take on a sword fight. He couldn't. Not like he could go against the best swordsman in the last 300 years anyway.

After what felt like hours, Luke finally gave the boy a break and Percy finally felt like he could breathe. Only for a second that is, because his friend decided to take him to a new area of the camp.

Walking to a small building only lightly connected to the infirmary was rather ominous. While everywhere in the camp where people, this shack could be abandoned and he would not be surprised. His friend. However, walked faster than normally, seemingly excited to show him what's inside.

They stopped by the open door and Percy could finally see that it was not abandoned and the little two-story house was, indeed, occupied. Looking at his friend with suspicion, who now sports a wide grin on his face, Percy could not help but think there was more to it than Luke said.

Walking in, Luke chimes the bell that sits on the top of the door frame. The girl who, until now, was checking out the shelves of what seems to be medicine and chemicals turns around with a confused look. She wore the same ‘ camp uniform ‘ as everyone else, confirming to Percy that she was one of them as well. Although her shirt seemed to have switched color schemes and was black with an orange print of the camp name.

“ Hello Sweetheart, how's the inventory going?” Luke asks and pushes Percy slightly in front of him, not something he appreciates. The girl, unamused, does not answer his question. Instead, she answers him with her own.

“ What brings you here, Castellan? Last time I checked you did not need allergy medication.” Chuckle could be heard from his friend. Percy, not interested in their bickering, looks around the room. Small table by the door with a stack of paper, a black mysterious jar, and what Percy recognizes as an old land-line phone. One wall of the room was just a shelf with what he now knows for sure is medicine with a door at the end. By the window, there was an old medical bed, and next to it, stood, by Percy's standards, an unstable chair.

A hand on his shoulder snaps him out and he turns his head back to the girl. “ So what's wrong with you?” She asks and motions him to sit on what seems to be a more sturdy version of the same chair he just saw.

“ Other than that I suck at everything and my father not bothering to claim me? Nothing much really.” Laugher was heard from the two older campers. 

“ No, I meant like, why are you here guys? If you were training with Lu here, you might have some scratches.” She points to Luke, who seems to be proud just of the fact that she acknowledges him.  Before he can answer she continues,

“Although if you're seriously hurt, maybe you should visit the Apollo kids, I ain’t no nurse, really.”

“ No need for that, we just need some band-aids.” Luke proclaims and pats his chest where his heart is.

“ You have bandaids in your cabin, and I know for sure, I saw your siblings steal some. “ she snapped back softly at his friend.’ It's in their nature’ Luke says under his nose and takes a few steps to the girl putting his arm around her shoulders.

“ Sweetheart here is a terrible nurse-”

“Hey! I am an excellent necromancer!”

“Too bad that your patient is still alive, Sweets,” Luke argues back at the girl. She just shakes her head and walks behind her desk. Luke follows closely behind her like a magnet was pulling him over. Percy watches as she opens a drawer and pulls out the biggest box of band-aids he has ever seen.

“ What kind do you want, em…” She looks at him kinda awkwardly. 

“Percy.” “ Right, Percy, do you want Spiderman band-aid? It's a big hit with the younger campers.” She smiles and pulls out an impressive collection of Spiderman band-aids.

“ Ah, no, normal ones are fine.” I watch as a pout appears on her face as she puts them back and starts to look through the box as if looking for something. 

“I want the Spiderman one.” Chimes in Luke who is now leaning over this girl.

“ You can get the boring ones, Castellan, I don't care.” It was now Luke's turn to pout. “ What cabin are you from?”  Percy asks, wanting to learn some more about the girl that has his friend so smitten. Her eyes look up at him before going back to her box.

“ I don't have a cabin, I sleep on the second floor. There is a staircase in the back.” She says as it is the most normal thing ever. Which it was, just not in camp half-blood. That confuses Percy, from what he learned at the camp so far, everyone that has been claimed either has a cabin or just sleeps in Hermeses one. So that is exactly why he asks.

“ Why don't you sleep in Hermes cabin?” The girl straightens her posture, seeming in thought. His friend hugged her from behind around her shoulders. They remind him of an old married couple. 

“Well, there are cabins for the twelve Olympians. My dad has no throne on Olympus. He kinda does his own thing down under.”

“ Australia?”

“No Percy, the underworld.” She says though giggles and wiggles herself from the hug. She makes her way forward to Percy and stands in front of him carefully peeling parts of the band-aid. 

“ Your dad is Hades?” Hum leaves her as an answer. Focusing on placing the band-aid right above his eyebrow where he scratched himself earlier during training with Luke. When she's done, she turns to a black jar on her table and opens it. To Percy's surprise, she pulls out a lollipop and gives it to him.

“You're good to go fighter, Don't stay here longer than you need to!” She sings and ushers the boy out of the chair and to the door. Percy turns to his friend,

 “ Luke, are you not coming?” he asks waiting for him to answer. Luke gives him a look of fake thought, Percy knows it's fake because he, himself used it many times back at the academy. Luke shakes his head and smiles.

“No, I haven't been treated by my nurse yet.” The girl groans and snaps her head to the sky. Percy just shrugs and walks out of the building. As he opens his lollipop, he turns his head back to look at his friends.

He can see Luke being peppered with kisses on his face. When the girl moves he can see a band-aid with hearts that now decorates the scar on his face. Percy just chuckles and moves on, determined to find Grover or Annabeth to tell them what he witnessed. He failed to notice his bright blue bandaid with bubbles on it.