#i think im gonna just take the summer to step back from anything serious

[poems-of-a-lover]

#my photos #i will never get over this pic of me. like what. how. #not to mention i took this at like 2 am bc i couldnt sleep and i noticed my hair looked nice #im so cool #ALSO ALSO BEFORE I FORGET #i think im gonna just take the summer to step back from anything serious #this is the first summer in like 3 years where ive been single and i rlly just wanna. live my life. yknow. #dont get me wrong im still gonna post stuff here abt boys or whatever but im not getting myself into anything too serious for a while #gotta take a step back and make sure im doin okay before moving any further with anything KFHSKFHDKFJ #ANYWAY. hot pic of me. <3

[dylansslutt]

soulmate /t.s series

the final part

summary: after everything has come to truth... where is this all headed

ahhh you waited so long im so sorry i have so many projects for this year so here is the finale

tagged: @literishdegree99 @cristinagonk16 @lauren-raines-x @em1ly-b @a-lil-bit-nuts​

    the news of you being pregnant did not stay hidden for long, only a hour or so before polly and ada were in the room. that nurse was a liar...

  “did ya’ know?” polly questions, cigarette in hand. you shook your head softly, tears prickling in your eyes.

 “i-i cant do this... he should’ve never asked me to marry him.” a shaky breathe left you as the weighing thoughts linger over you, making the topic unbearable.

 ada grabs your hand, “he made the right choice. i know this is a shock, but think about the baby. you were chosen to have this child.”

 her words were soothing, allowing you some light. yet you only wanted those words coming from his mouth instead.

 “where is he?” you change the topic, polly diverts gaze towards the window.

“takin’ care of some business.” you knew what that meant, scooting up a little, the pain medicine dulling everything now. Guess Thomas knew a good doctor.

“who were the men today?”

 you wanted to be at home now, but the thought of the mess made your stomach churn. “some italians, but don’t worry about that. how about ya’ tell her what she’s having pol?”

 Head moving away from Ada’s comment onto Polly, “she can’t tell m-”

 pol interrupts, “i can.”

 her eyes lock with yours, as your mouth falls shut. stubbing the finished cig out in the ashtray, she walks forward, “give me your hand.”

 you obey, her grasp was soft but eyes intense as you watch her with pure curiosity. “it’s a boy.”

 pols eyes fill with tears, a soft giggle escapes your lips. ada’s arms wrap around you, a genuine smile shown.

“imma hold ya’ to that, pol.” Your eyes start to water as ada pulls away, the feeling of being a mother start to over come you.

---

“Momma!” You scream from the around the tree, her hanging the clothes on the line. The summer heat felt nice as you were almost through with the day.

“Y/n/n get over here now!” Huffing you head over with a pep in your step; her gaze on yours. “Now come here child, there something we gotta’ talk about.”

Curious of any serious talk, since none never truly happened in your family. You were 13 now and have started to slowly become a women.

“We’ll there is a women talk we need to have, because things are gonna change. Now you don’t have but me and pop, alright?”

Shaking my head listening in, she moves over and sits down on one of the chairs. “You are gonna bleed from your girly area, it’s normal but when it happens let me know.”

You weren’t shocked by that news, you heard the stories and seen the occurrence from other girls. “But this life is hard, and men th-they think women are like dogs… someone to obey.”

Leaning forwards,” I’m not like that momma.” Her smile softens at my words, hand on my arm.

“You won’t get this now, but when you get older and find a man who really cares about ya’. Start a family of your own maybe… you’ll realize being a women sucks but you can do it different.”

Watching her lips quiver slightly makes me hold her hand back, “how ya’ mean different?”

Her eyes connect with mine, “my mother thought women shouldn’t be able to write or do anything. My aunt taught me secretly, showed me more to life than just being a wife.”

Sitting back in awe, never hearing her so open before. “That’s why I fought so hard to have ya’ some sort of education. I know y/n, ya a smart girl… gonna do big things.”

Glancing off onto the land daddy had, a soft feeling over came me. Knowing my mothers words, “I love ya mom-“

As my head turns around, she’s gone and so am I.

-

 you were to stay overnight, since with child they wanted to take precautions. luckily, when ada and pol visited they left a book. it wasn’t awful, helps time pass by.

 it was 8 at night, tommy still hasn’t shown up which has left you anxious. the pain medicine was your current aid, the burning ache was barely there. you flip the page before a knock sounds the room.

 tommy walks in a small breathe of relief left you, setting the book to the side. you sit up softly, his arms immediately wrap around you. soft tears trail down your face as you wrap yourself around him.

 “yo-you been gone all day, i was so worried.”

 the confession made his heart sink slightly, he pulls back to look at you. his hand lifts up to wipe your cheeks.

 “it’s handled. i will never allow this to happen again, alliances have been made and safety has been ensured with different things.”

 his eyes held such a look, something that you haven’t seen in awhile. you bring your lips to his, the soft touch his hands now cupping your cheek. deepening the kiss as he pulls you closer.

 you pull away slightly, “i can’t stay here any longer tom, take me home.” his eyes matching yours, but a indifferent look was placed upon his features. 

 “we are going to the city tonight, a new home.” your mind racks with thoughts, how could’ve he done this all in a day?

“ya’ telling me you managed to do all that business; plus get a new home for us within a day?” you wanted to slap him silly but his kiss to your lips distracted you. maybe being closer to everyone now will make things easier...safer.

 pulling away you look at him deep in his eyes, shifting upwards ignoring the pain in your leg. “pol was here earlier...”

 his hand is resting with yours, waiting for you to continue. “she said it was a boy, tommy.” the words were almost a whisper.

 he took a deep inhale, fumbling to grab one of his smokes. biting your lip slightly, nervous because his expression was unreadable. after inhaling the lit cigarette, he finally spoke up.

 “anotha’ fuckin’ shelby boy.” the chuckle left your lips as he let’s out a genuine smile, reaching forward to kiss your belly.

-

 about two years have passed, since finding out about being pregnant and shot. a traditional gypsy wedding took place, considering you more so joined within his family.

 the wedding, of course, was after you healed from the gunshot wound. Pol and ada planned it really; you just showed up to do your part. not that you really minded, it helped relieve a lot of stress off you.

 polly was right and you ended up having a boy, charles, who was thomas mini me. it was a handful being a full-time mom, but you never enjoyed anything more. having a family of your own.

 thomas has grown his business, and polly had her son back Michael. things were accustomed, the family business was normal. Us girls had more say in what happened, especially you.

 your love for thomas was strong, but there was many times you both held heated moments. there was a difference in you no one could mistake.

 you were bolder, stronger, wiser, and fierce. thomas loved watching the way you became a shelby, or watching you be a mother.

    grabbing a bottle and two glasses after putting charles down for bed, you headed into thomas study. his eyes lift up meeting yours before he sets his paper down.

 “what’s wrong?” you mutter setting the glasses and bottle onto his desk, settling down onto his lap. his hands grasp your waist, thumbs rubbing your hips softly.

 “alfie betrayed us.” he was angry, and you could feel it. instead of saying anything, you lift up and pour you two a glass. “what was the damage?”

 you hand him the half filled glass, taking yours up to your lips. leaning back on the desk as he stares up into your eyes, mimicking your actions. after he takes a sip, he pulls his smokes out.

 handing you one as he lights yours first, you knew thomas was anxious. he’s trying to avoid saying something. “thomas?”

 “there’s a war between the three of us, and there’s eyes and ears everywhere. so no more freely talking on the phone, only in person.”

 you sit up a little straighter at his answer, swallowing the rest of the drink whole you set it beside the bottle. moving from in front of him and around the desk, still facing him, you slowly pour yourself another glass.

 “watch what i say? watch what we do? are you telling me we are in danger?” my questions rack up and he sighs. “we are not in danger, i have more men coming to the ho-”

 you cut him off, “thomas for help me, if anything and i mean anything happens near our child. i will kill you.” with that being said you grab your filled cup along with the bottle, walking out his study.

 anger wasn’t even a statement, he swore to not involving himself in risky stuff now that charles was getting older. you felt hurt and betrayed by the late notice, and the fact you were now slightly scared.

 reaching your two’s room, you place the bottle on the end table, taking a big gulp of the whiskey. your eyes wander over the room, and you sigh before leaning down on the ground.

 your arms sweep under the bed, fingertips hitting the wooden box. the one you made after charles was made. you pull out the loaded gun and holster, shoving it in the drawer of the night table.

 taking your two knifes you shove one under your pillow, and the other in your bag you use leaving the house. closing the box and shoving the box under the bed, you finish off the drink before settling into the bed. alone.

-

  the next morning, nothing was different, to the routine of life. expect you had a different demeanor, you knew thomas wouldn’t bring harm to his family, but things already have had there array before and your worried.

  today thomas wasn’t on business, so you both decided to round charles up into the vehicle. sitting in the back as thomas drove up front, his eyes meeting your figure watching you interact with your son.

 “i do love ya’...” he was more quiet but your eyes flicker up catching his through the mirror, rolling your eyes slightly. “that’s why we are soulmates, idiot.”

 finally pulling up to pol’s you were greeted with ada, who seemed worried. since her son has been brought up and different things were going on... she was acting different.

 walking in to a chaotic scene, michael flushed pols pills and things were wild. “come on charles, let’s step outside a moment.” glancing over to tom, who nodded and walks into the chaos.

 stepping outside and lighting a smoke, glancing down at him. “how about when we get home, daddy can take you on the horses?”

his face lights up, “yes!” smiling softly, rubbing my hands over his hair. “yea, ya’ gotten pretty good at it yea?”

 “daddy says im the best.” laughing at that the man himself steps outside, “right daddy? im the best horse rider ever!”

 thomas chuckles, “yes son, very good one.” he scoops him up in his arms and you lean into kiss him. “everything alrigh’?”

 he nods, “she’ll be good.” leaving it be we head back in and ada and charles begin with one another, adoring the two of them.

-

 a few days have passed and you were getting extremely sick, barely able to eat food due to certain foods. after it repeating you call ada up, “ada.”

 “y/n, what do i owe the pleasure.”

shakily the words left your lips, “i think im pregnant again.”

“holy shit... i’ll come over!” ending the call you turn around to see thomas standing there. “oh shi-”

 “you’re pregnant again?” his face broke out into a smile making you laugh softly, “yup.”

 he cups your face kissing you deeply, pulling away with a smile. eyes connecting with admiration. you letting out a shaky breathe.

 “you are a lot happier than expected...” the confession made his eyebrows furrow.

 “seeing you full and plump with a mini me...” he kisses your lips, “of course im happy.”

 your heart felt at peace with that, “Alright mister, you owe charles a ride with the horses!”

 kissing him once more you usher him off to his date with his son, as you began to wait for ada.

-

 later that evening pol came over and you broke out into a smile, “i heard the news.”

 laughter broke out, “yes yes...”

she holds her hand out as you look at her confused until the memory popped up, “oh my, okay.”

 the cigarette was in her other hand as the free one grasp yours, running over your hand then glancing over your body as well. “a girl.”

 a gasp escapes you with a small excitement, “oh my...” you and ada make eye contact before squealing. 

 “finally!” she tells you and you hug pol, “thank you.” her eyes soften as she places a hand on your cheek.

 letting it go you felt the love and warmth still stay. they stay for a few joining dinner until they were off back to home. you were laid up in bed as thomas enters the room to join you.

 he begins undressing as a smile was stuck across your face, “ya’ been smilin’ all day, love. what’s got ya’ giddy?”

 you look away before sighing, “its a girl!” you jump up excited to give away the secret finally as he looks at your excitement in admiration.

 “oh lord, now a mini you.”

 you push him away slightly but he pulls you back in, kissing your collar bone. “strange isn’t it?” you ponder him leaning back throwing his shirt off.

 “what?”

  “that we were once strangers and now we are soulmates?”

#thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby fluff #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x reader

[ghost-party]

happy valentines day!! can i request office sukuna and the prompt defend or care 💖 im a sucker for him

Of course! 😊 I know I haven’t written much for him lately, but he’s still one of my favorites.

I went with Defend because protective Sukuna… YES. I couldn’t resist.

Warnings: female reader, alcohol, swearing, references to bullying

High school reunions have never been your thing. You’ve kept in touch with a few friends, but that’s it. The idea of socializing with old classmates you haven’t spoken to in years is… well, unpleasant.

The only reason you’re here is that, by some strange coincidence, the bar that was chosen to host the event was none other than the one Sukuna works at every weekend.

His steady, familiar presence has kept you planted firmly on your stool, idly stirring your rum and Coke, hoping you’ll suddenly gain the ability to turn invisible.

“My shift’s over in half an hour,” your boyfriend reminds you while pouring shots for a gaggle of former cheerleaders making eyes at him from further down the bar.

Unlike during work hours, his arms are bare, tattoos on full display. It’s the middle of summer, so he’s opted for a cut-off black t-shirt that leaves little to the imagination. Every time he reaches for a bottle or mixes a drink, his arms flex, and even you have a hard time not staring.

“We can get out of here. Maybe grab some dinner, head over to my place.”

You tap at your phone. Half an hour. You can make it that long, right? It’s not like it’s been terrible. You chatted with a few people you knew from the clubs you were in and endured a few painful conversations with drunk student council members. All in all, not the worst.

“Yeah, that sounds —”

“Holy shit!” You’re startled by a loud, somewhat slurred voice right behind you. “I didn’t think you’d be here.”

Sukuna’s brow creases as a tall blond man closes in on you, leaning in so close, you can smell the cheap beer on his breath. “Remember me? Justin? Damn, we had some good times back in the day…”

Is he serious? “Oh yeah,” you deadpan, trying to shake off your nerves and muster as much defensive sarcasm as you can. “Getting bullied by you was so much fun.”

Out of the corner of your eye, Sukuna’s grip tightens on the pint glass he’s holding. But the man leaning beside you laughs, loud enough to turn people’s heads.

“Aw, come on. Learn to take a joke. I never meant anything by it.”

Justin smiles, his hand creeping closer to your thigh. “Honestly? I always thought you were kinda hot... Figured you might like the attention back then, but maybe now…”

“Hey.” Sukuna’s voice is sharp. “Back off.”

“Huh? You serious, man?” Justin’s lazy smile has vanished, and instead, he looks confused and more than a little agitated. “It’s none of your business.”

He makes the mistake of turning his attention back to you, missing the flash of movement as Sukuna rounds the bar.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” He steps between you and your former classmate, his whole body tense with anger. “Back the fuck off.”

“What’s your problem?” Justin straightens up but balks slightly when he realizes Sukuna is a few inches taller.

“You bullied my girlfriend and now you want to get into her pants? Don’t make me fucking laugh.” Sukuna sneers, taking a step forward.

Justin staggers back, wide-eyed. “Wait, you two are —”

“Oh, that actually got through your thick skull? Good. You’re not a complete idiot.”

Sukuna grabs the front of Justin’s t-shirt, clenching his fist, and the other man actually whimpers.

“Try to touch her again, and I’ll break your fingers,” he murmurs, voice low.

Justin stammers, looking at you over Sukuna’s shoulder, “What, are you dating a — a gangster or something?”

Sukuna releases him with a shove, wiping his hand on his jeans like he just touched something foul. “I’m a marketing specialist, dickbag.”

The younger man practically runs to the back of the bar, and you can hear his friends laughing at his expense. “Dude, you looked like you were gonna piss yourself!”

Blinking up at Sukuna, you watch as his shoulders slowly relax. When he turns to look at you, his gaze is fierce but worried. “You okay?”

“All thanks to my corporate gangster.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m never going to hear the end of that, am I?”

You grin. “Nope. Grumpy office worker by day, studly bodyguard by night… I might just swoon.”

He huffs out a laugh and flags down Choso, who’s working the bar with him. “I’m gonna take off early. Can you handle things ‘til Toji gets here?”

Choso, who never says much but has always been kind to you, nods and waves you off as the two of you step outside.

“I’m glad you didn’t actually get into a fight,” you admit, breathing in the balmy evening air.

“Why? I would’ve won.”

“Call me crazy, but I’m in the mood for a quiet night in — not taking you to urgent care to get something stitched.”

Sukuna chuckles. “Fair enough…” He drapes an arm over your shoulders. “Do you think your classmates were surprised, that you’re with someone like me?”

“I didn’t really date in high school, so… maybe.” You glance at him, taking in the bold, black tattoos, the piercings he only wears on the weekends, the perpetually-mischievous tilt to his lips.

“If they only knew how soft you really are.”

He hums, amused. “You swore you’d never tell.”

“Don’t worry.” You turn and press a kiss to his cheek. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

#ask box #so in love event 💌 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #au sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader

[dokifluffs]

Head Pats | Akaashi, Hinata

Pairing: Akaashi X Reader (gender neutral), Hinata X Reader (female) 

Genre: comfort fluff!!!~~

Author’s Note: i’ve said it so many times but OH TO BE Y/N !!! hinata;s is actually kinda angsty ngl sooo ah ha ha 

Warnings! implied time skip. No spoilers for Akaashi but spoilers for timeskip hinata!! 

Head Pats | Suga, Atsumu 

gif from @rivaillerose 💛💛

Akaashi: NOTE - R/N is restaurant name

“I don’t know this.. I don’t know this…”

Panic

It was all you could feel in ever bit of your soul as your heart sank after reading question after question, skipping the ones you didn’t know

But doing this only brought you to the end of the test where you didn’t know anything

Panic

Everyone progressed through their exam in a timely manner and here you were

It felt like you were the only one who wasn’t moving their pencil in the slightest bit

You stared at the words on the test paper before you, all the pencil sounds surrounding you — you felt like such a failure

Like all the hours you spent, all the effort you put into this course, and maybe others, were all for naught

You took a deep breath as you gathered yourself, pushing through your exam

As you took it, some questions were actually fine, majority was alright but they all made you feel uneasy with your answer, making you doubt everything

Sitting in this lecture hall, how grand and tall it was yet here you were, so small. This room used to be filled with your professor’s voice yet here it was — silence

“Time. Pencils down.” Your professor’s voice cut through eh silence like a blade. “Close your packets, slide them into your envelope and pass them down your row. Students at the end of the row pass the envelopes down.”

The shuffling of papers and whispers made your head dizzy, your heart trembling as you closed your final exam

You were done

It was finally over

“All tests are in, you are all dismissed. Have a great summer break!” your professor smiled

Everyone gathered their belongings, chatting amongst themselves as they shook the professor’s hand on the way out

“It was great to have you in class Y/N,” your professor smiled so kindly as he shook your hand one final time. “Have a great summer!”

“You too, professor,” you forced a smile but as soon as you stepped out of the lecture hall, you could hear all the complaints from your classmates as they complained about the test

“I honestly gave up bro, like I didn’t know anything” a guy commented freely as he walked toward the exit

“Bruh I know like I remember him teaching the material but that was it.”

Hearing all the comments sort of like this eased you just a bit but just knowing that you were going to see such a bad score

It made you sick to your stomach, making everything feel wrong

The warm summer sun welcomed you as you stepped outside of the hall

You felt so miserable, all you wanted now was Akaashi, his hand to pat your head and to shoo everything you felt that made you feel so stuffy

“Y/N,” a voice called

The sound of this voice brought tears automatically to your eyes before you could even look up to see the owner of this voice

Your body seemed to move on its own towards your boyfriend as all the emotions and tears that had built up within you during your exam came rushing out

he smiled to you as if nothing was wrong in the world when everything felt wrong 

he wore black jeans with a white shirt and navy blue cardigan with the sleeves rolled up

You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his chest and shoulder 

“Oh, Y/N, was it that bad?” He stroked his hand on your head 

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, stifling all your cries and whimpers the best you could but you knew it was already too late - you could feel how swollen and stuffy your nose were 

“I feel like I didn’t know anything and it was so frustrating and depressing to just sit there.” You buried your face into your palms, trying not to break down even more when all you wanted to do right now was to disappear 

“I’m sorry, but it’s over, alright?” Akaashi rubbed your shoulders as a way to comfort you as he smiled at others passing and staring at what was going on but he could also hear the others complaining about the exam you had just taken 

“Y/N?” he leaned down, carefully parting your hands from your face, smiling once you opened your eyes to him. “I brought you these since I know I haven’t been able to really support you properly while you were studying.”

he handed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers 

your lips trembled even more as you cried tears of something else from his loving gesture 

“What’s wrong now?” he laughed as he rolled down his sleeves, using them to dry your face, a sound so pure from him, it made life feel alright 

“N-nothing, I’m just so happy to see you,” you lowered your head down once again only for akaashi to wrap his arms around you, kissing the top of your head 

“negativity begone,” he repeated the words in between every kiss as he gently rocked the two of you side to side 

“Come on, let’s go to R/N, hm? We can talk about anything you want and we can do anything you want now or after, okay?” 

Bonus: 

your sniffles felt like they were never going to end as you sadly drank your drink, letting it refresh you as Akaashi adored you from across the table, happy that your tears and sadness and frustrations from your exam were no longer 

The restaurant was empty as cars whizzed by outside

your heart sank hearing the email notification from your professor  

upon opening it, your soul left your body as all the tears you thought you were done shedding came bac for round two 

“Y/N! What is it?” Akaashi’s brows knitted together as he had never seen you so emotional before 

you couldn’t even begin to speak or try to - all you did was show him your phone

“Hi all, I know this semester was very tough but you all know how much I care about the class. This final exam was not an actual exam nor will I actually be giving one. As for your final grade, I have based that on today’s attendance so everyone will be passing. Have a great summer.” - your professor 

it was unbelievable but all your worries for the last couple of hours were for nothing 

Gif from @rivaillerose​ 💛💛

Hinata: note - pedro is hinata’s roommate in Brazil and he works as a delivery boy to make money 

the door shut behind his body, enclosing him into his dark bedroom, the only source of light coming from outside was from the streetlamp and the bustling night market 

he leaned back against the cool wooden door as it separated Hinata from the lively atmosphere of the rest of the house as Pedro watched One Piece on the TV 

the floor made a loud thud as his body slid down the door, disappointment filling him up as he thought about what had happened 

the new wallet Natsu had gifted him before leaving to Brazil was nowhere to be found in his fanny pack as he ran his deliveries 

for once, the human sun didn’t feel so bright 

he signed as he looked to his dark room, bits and horizontal lights from the street casting onto his wall through the blinds 

the street lift bustling on the street right outside as usual 

a sinking feeling felt like it was only getting deeper and deeper inside his chest as he hugged his arms with his knees, a cool breeze from the floor brushing his legs 

he really screwed up losing his precious wallet

he had never felt so dumb 

his groans and sighs filled the room as he sat in his pool of self disappointment, slowly sinking deeper and deeper 

until his phone rang 

it rang with his bright ringtone, lifting the mood instantly since this particular ringtone was dedicated for you 

everyone had their own ringtone in his phone 

and it was like a breath of fresh air when he sighed, grateful he didn’t lose this today 

He opened the flap of his case, his face suddenly illuminated by the device in hand 

“Shoyo!” you beamed, your bright aura illuminating through his screen even into the darkest places within him, eradicating as much negativity as you unintentionally could 

“Y/N, hi!” he beamed, almost completely forgetting his major bump in the road 

“How are you doing? How was your day?” you asked, the sun shining on the side of your face from what he could see on his phone 

you were clearly still in bed but then again, you did just wake up 

“It was alright...” he tried to smile, trying to be okay but there was just something deeper about this hurt inside as it pooled 

even talking to you - when you would almost always heal him, right now, he couldn’t feel too much of it 

“I uh, lost my wallet today, so that’s bumming...” he rest his phone on his bed as he held it up with his hand, his chin resting into the side edge of his bed

“oh no, the one Natsu gave you?” you asked, hoping it wouldn’t be too serious. “Could you like call the police station and ask if they find it or if it like turns up?” 

“No.. it’s not like back home...” he sighed, clearly dejected 

your thoughts scurried as you thought of alternatives, thinking of ideas that you could possibly suggest to help him find it 

“How’s home? how’s everyone doing?” he asked, his voice light and soft, airy as if he had just woken up from a nap, his question reaching back home, back to the place he longed the most

where he wished he could be right now...

“shoyo, lean forward,” you smiled warmly, able to see his somewhat lagged, pixelated face through your phone

“what?” he asked confused 

“just bring your phone to your head. Im gonna pat your sadness away even though I can’t really do it how I normally would, but better than nothing.” 

He did as you asked, bringing his device to his forehead, feeling the warmth of the screen, feeling the breeze from his cracked windows open, letting his imagination take flight, imagining it was you that was here with him 

you sitting on the edge of his bed, patting his hair, playing with your tangerine as you normally would, his head resting in your lap 

“shoo shoo,” you cooed, silly, hoping this would help in the slightest 

he could hear the pat of your hand over your phone’s mic 

but there was just something 

this sudden hit of the real life that was his right now 

he was so far from home in a foreign country, chasing his dream when so many others his age right now would be at school, planning a career and their future for themselves 

and you 

you were so far 

his family, his friends, you, god you 

his nose sniffled as subtle rumbles sounded in his ears, his eyes blinking, widening with every blink to hide the sudden pink in them, the tears lining his waterline 

he kept his phone to his head, subtly seeing the glow of his screen through his closed eyes, wishing you really could reach through the phone or at least he could just be back home soon 

but there was quite a great time before this could happen and he knew it vividly 

“shoyo? You okay?” you held your own phone, turning onto your side so the sun no longer shined right into your eyes 

there was just calm breathing from his end before an airy “mmhm..” 

“Tsuki got promoted at the museum and I’m gonna be going out with Yachi later today, and then Yams is gonna join us..” you paused, still not seeing his face 

“We’re all doing okay, sho. So is Natsu and your mom,” you chimed cheerily for him. “They miss you just as much but don’t worry. You’re gonna be home before you know it and I just know you’re going to blow everyone away with how much you improved.” 

“I know you will, Sho. All the time you’re spending there will pay off..” you paused. “Even Kags thinks so, haha. We hang out together sometimes and he pretty often goes off about how you better be ready to go against him cause of your guys’ never ending battle.”  

“Thank you, Y/N,” and that was when you finally saw him. 

he smiled brightly with tears streaming down his cheeks, dripping off his chin 

these words

your voice 

this is what he needed 

he needed this more than anything to satiate the homesickness that grew within him every single day 

he needed to remember these words - that you and everyone are supporting him all the way across the world

bonus: from Chapter 371 - On The Other Side Of The Globe (vol 42/54) 

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[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (February 9/2021) - New Lands, Sapnap’s Visit

It wouldn’t be the Dream SMP without emotional whiplash, now would it?

As tensions between Puffy and Ponk have escalated, Karl takes Sapnap and George with him on a journey to a new land to live in, starting a brand new country to house his library. 

What was at first a fun time building the library quickly turned serious, as Sapnap decided that now was the time to pay Dream a visit.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Tubbo

Jack Manifold

Ranboo

Captain Puffy

Foolish Gamers

Karl Jacobs

Sapnap

Badboyhalo

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- Ponk is angry at Puffy’s arson from yesterday. He asks Niki for advice on what to do. She says she would burn a house down in revenge.

- He also speaks with Foolish.

- Ponk destroy’s Puffy’s mushroom house, leaving her homeless again.

- Ponk also gets a tour from Warden Sam of the prison. Not to visit, just to be shown the mechanics. 

- He tries to run up the guards’ spiral staircase but when Sam attacks him, he backs down. Sam is irritated at this.

- Ponk and Sam have an argument about tridents.

- Later, Sam tells Ponk that every friendship goes through fights occasionally, and he forgives Ponk. 

- Ponk continues on his Valentines’ Day plans.

- Ranboo accidentally kills Jjjjjjjjeffrey with sweeping edge. Mr. Krabs adds insult to injury.

- Tubbo does an abstract bit.

- Ranboo kills several more pets. He is not having a good day.

- Puffy finds out about the destruction. She’s upset.

- Realistically, she should get retaliation, but she doesn’t know if she should even bother.

- Foolish comes over to where her house used to be, and Puffy says she knows about Foolish’s involvement earlier. She thanks her son for trying to save her house.

Foolish says he was too late, but Puffy replies that it only mattered that he tried.

- Karl comes online with plans to move his library. Sapnap arrives as well and Karl tells him that he has nothing to his name on the server except the library. 

The llamas in Party Park have begun to unionize, and though cleaning up L’manhole would be the responsible thing to do, they are definitely not going to do that.

- George comes online as Karl dismantles the library.

- They start walking down the path to look for an area to build their new country.

Sapnap: “We lost our best friend recently. He’s in prison.”

Sapnap also notices that the Community House has been rebuilt, but...it’s not the same.

- George performs a special ceremony at Spawn.

- They set off, heading out past Spawn in that direction.

- Sapnap gets concerned that they’re heading out so far. He doesn’t want to get too far from the prison.

- They make it to the flower forest biome past Alyssa’s Barn.

- Karl decides on a nice little cliffside to build the library in. He sets down a rule for the other two: a flower that is picked up must be placed down again.

- Sapnap is the protector, as resident tough guy.

- Captain Puffy visits the Temple of Undying to admire Foolish’s building. Foolish helps cheer her up.

- Sapnap reveals that he’s brought Beckerson and Mars with him. They can be the country’s most prized possessions. The oldest pets on the server.

- They plant and grow the first red-spotted mushroom. Karl deems it sacred and unbreakable.

- They repurpose Alyssa’s Barn for mushroom growing.

- They shelter from the rain under the sacred mushroom.

- They start building. 

- Bad magics his way over to help with the building. Karl explains that the mushroom is sacred. Bad compares their country to a fungal growth.

- As they’re building, Karl tells Bad that in a perfect world, everyone on the SMP would join this country. There’s no duel citizenship. Everyone can join (barring Skeppy)

Bad is appreciative of the invitation.

- They continue building. Foolish arrives to assist!

- A pillager raid comes through and Sapnap kills them. As he does so, a white horse wanders by. Sapnap declares it their special horse. It can be their Horsecretary.

- The building continues!

- Dream joins VC and viewer wars break out between Sapnap and Foolish as Dream encourages everyone to try and get their viewer counts to be equal.

- Foolish heads back to his beautiful, stunning, gorgeous summer house to show on his stream.

- Sapnap gets a bright idea to go to the prison and visit Dream.

- Sam joins the call and Sapnap tells him he’s trying to get through the prison portal. 

- Sam asks if Sapnap actually wants to visit Dream, and Sapnap says yes...

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--- SAPNAP’S PRISON VISIT --- 

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- Sapnap tries to get into the prison and asks Awesam to let him visit Dream. 

- Awesam agrees. Sapnap isn’t sure if he was ready, or if this is the optimal time, but he ends up going through.

- Sam asks the questions.

This is Sapnap’s first time visiting.

His residence is in a new place that he and Karl are creating.

He believes Dream is deserving of being locked up. 

Sapnap: “We used to be best friends...”

Sam: “’Used to be?’”

Sapnap: “Yeah, I dunno...where we stand anymore, it’s kinda...yeah.”

Sam: “What does that mean?”

Sapnap: “Well, I dunno...I don’t know if he’s the same anymore. I don’t know if he’s the Dream -- my Dream anymore. My best friend.”

- Sapnap reviews the waivers

- They start making their way through the prison. Sapnap is nervous.

- Sapnap signs the other two waivers.

- They reach the lava wall.

Sam: “Good luck getting him to talk.”

Sapnap: “What do you mean? ...Is he not talkative”

Sam: “Something like that.”

- Dream’s cell walls are spotted in crying obsidian.

Sam: “And Sapnap?”

Sapnap: “Yeah?”

Sam: “I hope that you’re the one.”

- Sapnap enters the cell.

“...Hello? Dream? ....You okay?”

- Dream is silent, holding the clock. He hands Sapnap a book that says: “I am not talking.”

- His clock is now labelled “DO NOT BURN”

Dream: “you took so long.”

Sapnap: “You hurt a lot of people, but...you hurt specifically me...took me a little bit to decide to come and see you...”

Sapnap: “You’re better than this.”

- Dream looks at his clock, turning away from Sapnap.

Sapnap: “Once upon a time, we were best friends. If you’re gonna talk to anyone, you can talk to me.”

- Dream turns back to Sapnap, now holding the clock in his offhand while he writes in the book.

Dream: “im on strike”

- Sapnap asks what for, then if Dream is okay.

- Sapnap asks why the cell looks so run-down, with the crying obsidian dripping everywhere.

“it was a security measure.” [The crying obsidian]

“ill get out one day.”

- Sapnap insists that Dream has to stay locked up. 

Sapnap: “I love you man, but you gotta stay here...this is where you belong for now.”

- Dream hands him the book.

“i spend days i broke the lectern i was making a portal and he did this.”

- Sapnap says that he can’t try and escape. He misses Dream, Sapnap says that they can be friends, that he can come and visit, that George can come and visit, but he has to stay here. 

“Please don’t try and escape.”

- Dream runs over and throws the clock in the lava. Sapnap is worried that he’ll make Awesam mad and make things worse for himself.

“eventually.”

“eventually.”

“eventually.”

“eventually.”

- Sapnap repeatedly tells him no.

Sapnap: “If you try and break out early...you know, you only have one life left, okay? And...I don’t think it’s gonna be Tommy. It’s not gonna be Techno, Dream...If you break out of this prison, it’s gonna be me who takes your final life. And it’s not because I have any resentment towards you or anything --”

Dream moves towards the lava but stops.

“-- But it’s because this is where you need to be, Dream.”

Dream’s head turns towards Sapnap and he takes another step towards the lava.

“You have to stay here, okay? We can still be friends, I can come and visit you, but you need to stay here.”

Dream moves back to the back of the cell.

“can you pass a message”

“he stopped visiting”

- Sapnap asks who

“ranboo”

- Sapnap asks what message

“:)”

- Sapnap says he’ll pass along the message.

“thank you”

- Sapnap asks if, if he passes along the message, Dream will behave. If he’ll stop acting up and throwing his clocks away.

Dream finally speaks, though it’s barely a whisper.

"Yes.”

- Sapnap says he’ll visit Dream more, and asks if he wants George to visit as well. Dream hands him the book again.

“yes and tell the warden i need a new clock”

- Dream signs the book.

“thank you for visiting me” is the final message.

- Sapnap says he’s ready to leave. Sam tells him to stand in the water.

Sapnap and Dream stand in the water together and they die by the potion together.

- Sapnap tells Sam that he spoke, and that he said he’d be better. That he needs a new clock. Sam is exasperated.

- Sapnap asks how long it’s been since he spoke to someone else. Sam says it’s been quite a while.

- When’s the last time he saw someone?

- The last person to visit him was Ranboo.

- Sam asks if he told Sapnap anything else. Sapnap says no.

- Sam kills Sapnap with Warden’s Will, sending him to Spawn.

- Sapnap comes back to the prison. Sam lets him through the portal.

- Sam explains that he just thought it was strange that Dream would talk to Sapnap, and had to “make sure.” Sapnap says it’s fine and leaves the prison with his things.

- Ranboo joined the game.

- Sapnap whispers to Ranboo that he wants to talk. They meet at the Community House.

Sapnap tells him about the prison visit, saying that Dream doesn’t seem the same. He doesn’t even talk now. He tells Ranboo that he was told that Ranboo was the last person to visit. He asks if Ranboo remembers anything about his visit, anything off.

Ranboo, of course, doesn’t remember much.

- Sapnap gives Ranboo the message: 

:)

- Ranboo freezes and goes silent, then runs away into the Nether. Sapnap is confused.

- Just as Sapnap is ending stream, Ranboo sends a message in game chat written in Enderman.

Doomed are those who try to run, for it always catches up eventually :)

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Upcoming events remain the same.

Bad also mentioned that he has an upcoming lore stream that he’s scheduling, though it involves a particular person whose schedule makes them difficult to get a hold of for it.

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[maybebanks]

Stronger

JJ Maybank x Reader

JJ was deeply loyal to his friends, still he had no idea why the right group could accept one new member, you. JJ is always sour to you, being a kook and all. But this summer, something changes.

⚠️:hints to violence

“Jesus, Y/n,” JJ mumbled, the words just seemed to fall out of his mouth without his permission. He shuffled in his seat.

At this Y/n felt insecure. JJ usually put her down, with his snarkey remarks that always landed a place under her skin. She didn’t know why. But she was new to the group, and apparently that was all JJ needed to hate her.

Y/n gripped her iPhone, “What now JJ? You gonna comment on my looks? Or is it the sound of my voice that annoys you?” She snapped.

The group surrounded them, they weren’t new to this kind of bickering between Y/n and JJ.

“Quit it guys,” John B ordered.

“I will, when Y/n quits at life,” JJ joked, but said it in a serious tone.

“Oh fuck off, Maybank,” you groaned, not wanting to insult him any more.

“Ooh? Did-did y’all here that? Y/n just talked back to me?” JJ said, faking shocked.

You rolled your eyes.

“JJ, don’t start,” Pope added. He knew you didn’t like to fight back. You usually never insulted JJ back.

“Nah I wanna hear this! Say it again Y/n!” JJ exclaimed, pointing towards you.

You looked away, tensing up.

“Say it to my face Y/n,” JJ continued, in a threatening manner. JJ thought it was slightly playful. And hoped you wouldn’t know the reason why he was actually picking on you.

“Leave me alone JJ,” you muttered, moving closer to John B sitting next to you.

“Y/n, tell me, have you always been this much of a pussy? Or are you just afraid of me?” JJ taunted.

“Watch your mouth, asshole,” you insulted.

“Make me,” he snapped, leaning closer to you. Towering over you.

JJ smirked, “you wanna know what I think? I think you, being a waste of space and all, would be easily forgotten if you just..hm pulled a Scooter Grubbs,”

You rolled your eyes, “I can’t deal with you right now,”

“You’re gonna leave?! Expected,” JJ chuckled.

“It’s not worth it,” you muttered, heading out the door.

“JJ why do you have to be such a dumbass?” Pope said, but JJ was just motivated by this. Feeling disappointed that the fight didn’t go as planned.

He followed you outside, you were by the Pogue, grabbing your backpack.

You heard footsteps and immediately perked up, “god, what is wrong with you?” you groaned.

“I was thinking...” he began.

“Look, I don’t give a fuck. So please get out of my way,” you gestured towards him, there was minimal space on the dock.

“Not until you give me what I want,” JJ shrugs.

You gulped, stepping backwards, “JJ, let’s talk tomorrow,”

JJ knew you were intimidated, it wasn’t just his height that scared you.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” JJ scoffed, giving you a dirty look.

“Whatever,” you muttered, trying to walk past him. You were restricted when he grabbed your arm

“Let go of me,” you said, pulling away lightly.

“No. I want you to fight back,” JJ blurted. Still holding you tight.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” you said, pulling away hard enough to be released.

JJ ran a hand through his hair while taking a sharp breath in, then he stepped towards you. Shoving your shoulders with force, not enough to make you fall.

“The fuck!” You shouted, and now triggered and annoyed. But you couldn’t fight him. So you calmed your breathing.

“Fight BACK!” He shouted. He wanted to be insulted. He wanted to be punished.

“I-..what? I can’t!”

“I know you’ve got a mouth on ya! Insult me!” He demanded.

“No. Just let me go. Please,” you continued.

“No!” He screamed, then he stepped forward towards you and in one motion, he grabbed your face with one hand, forcing your eyes up to him.

He studied you, you were frozen, but still remained composed.

“You never fight back, it’s like you think your better than me. Why.” JJ spits.

“Im not gonna fight you-“ you repeated.

“Why?” JJ interrupted.

“Because...your stronger than me,” you shrugged.

JJ backer up, he was slightly confused. He knew you could tell anyone off. But you never tried with JJ. He wanted to know why he was different. He wanted to know why no matter how much of a dick he was to you, you wouldn’t insult him back.

“Stronger than...like physically?” JJ asked.

You look at the wood below you, still standing on the dock.

“Look...I don’t pity you JJ. But when I found out about your Dad, I-“

“Hold up. Who...what the fuck is there to know?” He defended. He was mad someone told you, he was mad that someone he, deep down wanted to impress, knew his biggest insecurity.

“JJ,” you sighed.

“What? Who told you?!” He exclaimed.

“No one...” you lied, not wanting to get John B in trouble.

“Stop fuckin lying,” he said angerly.

“You’re...you’re scaring me,” you croaked out.

“Fine. Then leave,” he stated, he was still clearly angry, you noticed his jaw clenching.

You were afraid that if you moved, he’d snap.

“Just know you’re fucking dead to me,” JJ whispered, but you heard him.

You frowned, but understood that now he probobly wanted you to leave. You walked around 6 feet past him. When you turned around.

He hadn’t moved, he was staring off into the distance.

You watched him for a moment, ruffled his hair a bit, then kicked some rock that was on the dock. You heard him mutter small things like “fuck.”

“Me doing this,” you spoke up, “doesn’t mean I’m giving up on you,”

JJ didn’t turn around to face you yet.

“We don’t deserve that shit,” you admitted.

JJ furrowed his brows, that was enough for him to turn around, “we? We are nothing alike.”

You frowned, but instead, slowly, you pulled at the hem of your t shirt, to reveal purple and blue marks the size of a fist on your torso.

“How the fuck you get those?” He asked, slightly calmer. He wasn’t connecting the dots.

“I should go,” you replied. Turning around and heading past the house.

JJ jogged over to you. You gasped when he touch your shoulder to turn you around.

When you looked at his face, it was softer now.

“Just because I don’t like you, doesn’t mean I can’t beat the shit out of someone for you,” JJ told you.

You noticed he was trying to help, but he couldn’t.

“It’s okay. I’ve got it under control,” you answered, starting to walk away again, he jogged infront of you.

“Was it Rafe? I swear to God I’ll kill him,” JJ muttered.

“Um..fuck..I shouldn’t have told you...just, in the moment...” you started to panic, you hadn’t thought of the consequences in that moment. What reckless JJ would do to protect his friends or anyone labeled in his friend group.

“I’m glad I know,” he answered, nonchalantly.

You felt sick suddenly, you didn’t want JJ to have another reason to hate kooks.

“JJ...wait...these,” you paused to point to your hip, “they’re just from me being clumsy...I fall like all the time-“ you stopped when he starting closing the space between you two.

He didn’t say anything, he just was walking closer. You weren’t intimidated at that moment. You sensed the comfort JJ was offering.

The truth was, you were a kook, who decided to become a pogue. And some of the kooks hated you for it. So, Rafe and Kelce sometimes would pick on you, and when they were high it would escalate. Sometimes even that plug Barry got involved.

You didn’t want tell anyone your problem and JJs was much worse.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

For JJ, he felt less broken. If someone was going through similar pain.

“I should go,” you pushed him by his chest gently. To create some distance.

“Right. You want me to walk you home?” JJ offered, it was weird, kindness coming from him.

“Uh...” you contemplated, JJ placed his hand on your bare shoulder. It was meant to be comforting. But him putting himself up for you, even though he was struggling finally hit you, and your eyes stung, starting to water.

“Just let me walk you home!” Rafe smirked. You were alone with him. Outside the country club, in the dark parking lot.

“Please don’t do this. Not tonight,” you pleaded.

“Why?” He paused to grab your hip, “going surfing what the Pogues? Your such a slut you wanna wear a bikini?” He seethed. His face so close to yours.

“Stop!” You shouted, but that angered him more. Then, he covered your mouth with his rough hand. Sending a powerful punch to your side.

“You know how you end this, Y/n. Just say you’ll do it,” he taunted.

“Never.”

“No. I’ll be fine thanks,” you shook your head. Wiping the tears away quickly.

“Can I at least walk you past the driveway?” He asked. JJ really wanted to apologize for how he’s been treating you. It was his own defense mechanism to hide his feelings for you. But now, he couldn’t apologize, it’s not who he was.

He would make it up to you with his actions.

You sighed, “is really hot today, don’t you think?” You said, making conversation.

JJ nodded, his boots dragging against the gravel as he joined you walking.

The uneasy feeling in your gut remained, even after JJ was talking about the plans for the rest of the summer.

“And what about midsummers? You still going to that?” JJ asked.

You didn’t even notice you stopped walking, until JJ gave you a confused look.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You brushed him off. Just shaking your head and not saying anything.

After you both started walking past the driveway you frowned.

“JJ, you should leave. I don’t want you to get hurt,” you blurted.

“Me? Why are you always worried about everyone but yourself?” JJ scoffed.

“Why are you?” You retaliated, “it’s not up for discussion. They have numbers,” you said.

“They? What the hell are you talking about?!” He shouted, now angry.

“JJ. I’m not going to ask you again. Leave,” you demanded.

He didn’t respond because the sound of an approaching engine could be heard from down the road.

When you looked up you recognized it. They were slowing.

Your instinct was to run. But JJ stood still.

“JJ, let’s go! What are you doing?” You asked frantically.

“Get behind me,” he ordered.

“No...JJ don’t do this. Let’s run!” You pleaded, tugging at his bicep.

“They hurt you, they hurt me.”

Part ii

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[we-are-inevitable]

Aight so you should write something of Jack and Race just straight up Vibing. I do not care what era, what au, whatever. Just some quality Jack and Race chaotic vibes if you please. Have the greatest night ever! Oh my gosh wait what if then Spot and Davey find out that the boys are being Dumbasses. That'd be funny. Anyway im tired and you should have seen all of the typos i made typing this now we should both go use the sleep.

A/N: this was SO much fun thank you oh my GOD,, it's been a hot minute since i've written anything for canon era but i rlly liked this <3 no period-typical homophobia bc i said so

Read On AO3!

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“You are such a damn idiot,” Racetrack says as he smacks the back of Jack’s head.

And, okay, Jack knows he is, but Race didn’t have to say it.

“Can ya shut up about it?” Jack asks with a deep frown, shrugging the blond’s arm off from around his shoulders. “I already kickin’ myself; I don’t need’a hear it from you, too!”

“I can’t believe it,” Racer laughs, and throws his arms up. “Ya just lost your shot with Davey!”

“Did not!”

“Ya called him ‘angel’ in front of tha boys,” Racer sneers, then leans his head back, laughing loudly. “Ya- ya just said it! No preamble!”

Jack storms down the street, but Racer follows closely behind, laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the whole goddamn world. It wasn’t anything bad- Jack had been selling with the boys, and they all figured that going to Jacobi’s would be nice; it was a hot summer day, afterall, and the lot of them haven’t been by in a while. With a little help from some of the older boys, like Race, Al, and Finch, Jack had gotten the chance to buy enough food for the group of ten or so newsies to share.

Including Les and, by extension, Davey.

Of course Davey was there. Why wouldn’t he be? Ever since the strike, Davey had been pretty well integrated into the group. Sure, he was still a little awkward at times, but he was respected.

And since he was respected, he was constantly with the boys.

And that’s supposed to be a good thing.

But not for Jack, because nothing ever goes right for Jack.

All Jack had said was “Get’cha some food, angel,” and the whole fuckin’ table lost their minds.

“You’re fucked,” Race chuckles as he catches up and once again slings an arm over Jack’s shoulders. “But, lucky for you, your second in command just so happens to be an expert in the world of love.”

“You wouldn’t know ‘love’ if it slapped ya in your ugly mug,” Jack mutters underneath his breath.

“I know that ya shouldn’t’ve left Davey back there,” Race says in a dreamy voice. “Did’ja even see his face, Jackie? He was lookin’ at you like ya hung the stars for him, and ya just walked off. I wouldn’t’a done that.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jack asks, raising a brow in annoyance. “What would you do, Higgins?”

“I would’a kissed him in front of everyone,” Race says with a shrug. “Gotta show ‘em who’s boss.”

“I--” Jack stops himself with a frustrated groan. “Ain’t you ever shut up?” He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. They must be quite the show; people pass them on the street. Couples walk hand in hand, kids play in the road with little wooden toys, and no one seems to be paying them any mind, but Jack looks seconds away from punching Racer in the face and Racer is laughing again.

Finally, Jack growls and stomps his foot. “It wouldn’t’a been a big deal if ya could’a kept your mouth shut!”

“Hey,” Race holds his hands up in surrender. “All’s I’m sayin’ is that ya better sweep in and get Dave, ‘fore anyone else gets any ideas. He’s obviously sweet on you,” He says as he crosses his arms. “That’s why I came to get’cha! Ya just stormed outta there-- Davey seemed pretty upset.”

“Upset that I called him… that,” Jack clenches his fists, letting out a deep sigh. “It don’t matter. He don’t like me like that.”

“You’re fuckin’ blinder than Specs,” Race deadpans, then grabs Jack’s shoulder and looks up at him. “Have ya seen the way Davey looks at you?”

Jack scoffs. “He looks at me the same way he looks at everyone else, I don’t--”

“Cisco.”

Jack cuts himself off, eyes widening just slightly as he meets Race’s eyes. He looks deadly serious now- it feels off, but Jack knows that Race only gets like this when he has to. He’s authoritative and serious as a heart attack when he puts in the effort to be.

Race stares straight into his eyes, tightening his grip on his shoulder. “Davey loves you,” He says as he furrows his brows. “Everyone can see it but you. He’s fallin’ hard, Jackie- has been for weeks, and you ain’t gonna do anything about it?”

Jack gulps, hard. “I… I don’t know what to do,” He admits, and rubs his face.

“What’d’ya mean, ya don’t know what to do?” Race rolls his eyes. “You’ve had a ton ‘a girlfriends in the past, just do--”

“No!” Jack shakes his head. “No, Davey’s- Davey’s different. He’s… He’s just different, okay? Mierda, every time I look at him, I just… I get so scared, Racer,” He sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Dave deserves so much, and I can’t give him any of it. I… I ain’t good enough for him, and he doesn’t… get it.”

Race watches him, a sad look on his face. “Davey’s willin’ to take anything you can give him,” He murmurs, then takes in a deep breath. “Look, I just--” Race shrugs, looking down. “It’s hard seein’ the two of you so upset. You think you ain’t good enough for him? He’s thinkin’ the same damn thing. He’s thinkin’ he ain’t good enough for you.”

“He’s too good for--”

“Who cares, Jack?” Race shakes his head. “Do ya love him?”

“Of course I do,” Jack says with no hesitation.

Race nods. “Then show him. One ‘a the fella’s from Queens likes him, and if you ain’t gonna get with him…” Race trails off, taking a few steps back, before turning and walking back in the direction of Jacobi’s. “Now, come back, and fuckin’ kiss him already. You two are gonna make me go gray, I swear to Christ.”

“¡Vete a la mierda!” Jack calls after him, standing still for a few moments, before groaning and following. “Racer-- Wait up!”

“Sbrigati, cazzo!” Race yells as he breaks into a sprint. “You got a boy to confess to, Kelly! Let’s get a move on!”

Maybe Race is right. Maybe Jack is a damn idiot.

But not for much longer.

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[antihero-writings]

Before it Kills You Too (Ch2 Snippets 1, 2 & 3)

Fandom: Lore Olympus

Chapter Summary: When Hera gets into a car accident after a fight, Zeus has a moment to ruminate on their relationship. Written using the song “Wait” by Maroon 5 as a prompt.

Character Focus: Zeus

Please note!! This is the previous Ch2 snippets I posted + a new snippet (the new snippet starts with “I would venture to guess she was driving too fast.”)

I’ve been having trouble with this chapter for a very long time, so I’ve decided to post it snippet-by-snippet, because that seems like the only way I’ll successfully finish this fic. 

While this should be as close to the final version as it can be, anything in this snippet is subject to change when the full chapter comes out. (And, hey, to that end, if there’s anything you think needs to be edited here, please kindly let me know!!)

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Chapter 2 Snippets 1, 2 & 3:

Hera was standing in the crowded meadow, surrounded by her friends, laughing that girly little giggle full of sunshine that just about made Zeus’ heart ooze in a puddle out of his chest.

Her blue dress made her eyes look like two shimmering sapphires.

“Have I seen her in a dress that color?” Zeus inquired excitedly from behind the bushes.

“How can we know what you’ve seen?” Aidoneus muttered. “With you creeping around, you might have seen her naked for all we know.”

Zeus punched him in the arm, (lightly).

“I don’t think she’s worn a dress that color!” Posiedon bubbled.

“Thank you, Posiedon. At least someone can answer a question.”

“I think she looks like the sea on summer day.” He put his hands on his face, them sliding slowly.

Zeus eyed him. “Alright, keep it in your toga, Little Green Man.”

“Should we really be here?” Aidoneus muttered. “We weren’t invited.”

“Oh come on,” Zeus stood up, putting his hands on his hips. “Who wouldn’t want to see the King of the gods here?”

Poseidon grinned and stood up behind his brother. “No one!”

“Hestia, Demeter… assorted sane people.” Hades muttered as he stood to follow.

“If that’s sanity I’m glad I’m insane.” Zeus trilled as he strutted up to the entrance.

A cute pink nymph—(rather well endowed in the chestal region—not that he noticed!)—greeted them at the archway.

“Oh! Zeus!” She flushed and bowed. “It’s an honor. Welcome!”

“Why it’s an honor to meet you, my lady.” He kissed her hand, and she giggled. “See?” he turned to his brothers. “They’re delighted to have us.”

“I’ve got a bad feeling.” Hades muttered.

Hera was closer now; she smelled like summer, and she looked like it too. Poseidon was right about the ocean thing; she practically shimmered as she spoke with her friends.

“I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“Wait—!” Hades was soon swallowed by the crowd.

Zeus scooched behind her at lightning speed. One by one her friends began to take notice, their eyes widening.

Hera took a step back and would have tripped in surprise if he hadn’t caught her.

“Careful there, you might fall, Birthday Girl.”

“Oh, Zeus!” She looked up at him, the back of her head hitting his chest, “hi!”

That golden smile.

“I made you something!” As she spun to face him, he produced a little carving of a bird from his pocket. (And, no, he didn’t make it).

“Oh!” She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, gently taking it from him, “It’s beautiful!”

All his responsibilities and stresses melted away with the sight of that smile, and he forgot there was anyone else at the party…in the world.

(…He wished he saw that smile anymore.)

Zeus’ chair was spinning empty at his desk before his assistant could say another word—

And Olympus wept, distant peals of thunder rending the sky into pieces.

Lightning crackled and cackled through his hair, creating violet tracks through the air, as Zeus sped through the sky.

It was freezing, and people were staring, but he didn’t care.

All that mattered was getting to his wife.

“My you look stunning.” Zeus sidled up behind his wife, running his fingers gently along her arm. “Is that a new dress?”

“New as that girlfriend of yours.” Hera grunted.

His eyes widened with shock, his voice with an indignant undertone to it. “Is something wrong?”

She paused a moment. He could see words fluttering behind her lips—(like they did so often, too often)—the words Yes you did something wrong, how can you not know?

He knew she wouldn’t believe him when he said he didn’t mean to hurt her.

“You weren’t invited,” she said softly.

“Not invited? Me?” He put his hand to his chest, like the thought of him ever not being welcome to somewhere was absurd. “To what?”

“The party, you nitwit!” She whirled around, her hair nearly whipping him in the face. “You just came barging in like you owned the place!”

“Well…to be fair—”

He stopped short at the look in her eyes, like two blue-hot flames.

He knew it was taking her a great amount of effort not to slap him.

“Do you know how long I’d been preparing for that?! How long it took me to get everything just right? I told you, but you never even listened, did you? And then you just barged right in!”

“Why are you so upset? What’s so important about a party?!”

“They were my friends.” Her gaze softened, and her tone became more serious. “They were—” Until she cut herself off, and her expression hardened as she whirled around, her hair billowing behind her.

“Bunny, wait!” His tone was softer too.

He wished she’d just turn around. That he could say sorry.

Was it really so hard? He should have started there.

Had he ever apologized for that?

He was always doing that; barging in where he wasn’t welcome. The world was his, yes but…he had to concede there were some parts of it he ought not just barge in on.

When he burst into the hospital, however, they wouldn’t dare tell him he wasn’t invited, wouldn’t dare tell him he couldn’t see her.

“Where. is my. wife?” Lightning slammed into a lamppost just outside the front door, shattering its glass box, and making the light spark, the rain pounding at the window like rabid dogs.

The desk clerk looked like she was about to pee out of sheer fear.

“Sh-sh-she’s not out of surgery yet, your majesty...I understand you want to see her, but I can’t let you…until-until they’re finished.” She was practically vibrating. “I assure you the moment she gets out, we’ll notify you.”

Surgery? He wanted to demand. She’s the queen of the gods, how could she be in surgery?

Electricity sparked in his eyes, trailing throughout his hair. He could say I demand you let me see her. He could say I don’t care! She’s my wife, and I’m not waiting! She’s fine! She’s the queen—she’s my queen—she won’t be hurt from a little car accident!

But there were some places he ought not just barge in on… and the surgeons room was probably one of them.

The lightning let out a sighing crackle, before he closed his eyes, his hair falling back upon his shoulders. It was then that he noticed he was dripping wet from head to toe. He sighed himself before muttering something like a garbled “I understand, thank you.” And turning to sit in the lobby. Behind him the desk clerk’s coworker held her to keep her from fainting.

He snapped his fingers, drying off, so as not to get their nice, barf-colored carpet all wet. Once he sat down in a chair—(the cushions didn’t have any cush to them)—a kid in the chair across from him scooched away.

He could have that kid lightly charred if he wanted.

Instead he settled for a nice glare, and reached over to pick up last month’s—(or maybe it was a few months ago)—issue of  “Goddess weekly” listening to the rain die down to a drum.

The same old gossip. Usually if he picked one of these up he’d check for any news he ought to be aware of. You know, as the king. Not to mention the ladies weren’t unappealing. Now he flicked through without seeing any of it.

Speaking of ladies, there was a nymph sitting across the room from him, her skin blue, her ears down, and a cute little half smile. She surely wasn’t in here for anything serious. She kept glancing from her own magazine to him—but not in a nervous way. If he wasn’t mistaken, she wouldn’t be opposed to a session of hide-the-German-sausage.

If he wanted he could take her there in a darkened closet in the hallway. It wouldn’t take long—(if it didn’t need to…or it could take all night). That would be a nice way to relieve the stress bubbling in his body.

—Someone was laying next to him, her skin smooth, practically glowing. There was rather a lot of it exposed.

She turned over, her eyes fluttering open, a small smile creasing her features as she rolled onto his chest, tickling his chin with her fingers.

“I had a wonderful time,” she twittered, and he practically purred, staring into those big blue eyes, glittering like river stones.

He pushed her green hair behind her ear.

“Is that all? I’d like to think a night with the King of the gods would be more than merely ‘wonderful.’”

She giggled. “No no, it was much more than wonderful! It was spectacular! Mind-blowing!” She threw her arms in the air.

“That’s more like it.” He grinned—

When was that again? Two years ago, or two days ago?

It could have been either.

Had he apologized for that?

Would it have mattered if he had? Would she have forgiven him? Would he have stopped?—

Bile rose in his throat, and he dove his nose so hard into the magazine he almost smacked himself with it.

His wife was bruised and bleeding, and potentially worse in a nearby room, at the mercy of some quack holding a scalpel and a few comforting words…and here he was thinking of betraying her for the…

How many times had it been now?

He threw the magazine back on the table and sank in the chair till his head was nearly on the bottom cushion, his lip flapping his he blew out a breath, making his hair fly up a little.

The kid and his mom got called, and seemed glad of a reason to leave.

After a healthy dose of moping he pulled out his phone. After checking fatesbook and playing a few games he decided it was time to open his messages.

He didn’t want to be alone. He wanted some sensible and non-conjugal company.

He scrolled through and clicked on a name.

A number of old conversations sprinkled the page, often detailing Zeus asking about getting together and the correspondent saying they were busy.

He thought a moment about what to say—(a rare occurrence for him)—before deciding any vague requests would probably get ignored, so he simply decided the boldfaced truth:

Hera’s been in a car accident. She’s in surgery.

“WHAT?!” The word was spoken aloud—and very loudly at that.

Hades was standing in front of him. If the king being here wasn’t enough reason for weird looks, this outburst had sent more than a few eyes their way.

Zeus did a finger wave at the nymph, before he grabbed his brother’s arm, whisking him off to a less crowded hallway.

The only thing here was a vending machine, and a few overly picturesque pictures of trees.

“How did this happen?!”  Hades shout-whispered.

“I would venture to guess she was driving too fast.”

“I could have gathered that myself, thank you very much!” Hades was clearly trying not to shout. “What was she doing?! Where was she going?!”

Zeus rolled folded his arms. “Does it matter?”

“Sure it matters! Well at least it’d be good to know!”

“…I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?! What do you mean you don’t know?! She’s your wife—!”

“I said I don’t know!” he kicked the vending machine.

The air shattered and reformed itself.

Zeus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, his voice softening. “I…I don’t know.”

Two sides of him warred. One wanted to shout at Hades. He expected him to know where she was at all times? Oh yeah, that would go over well with her. What kind of helicopter husband would he be then?

And yet, it felt wrong for him not to know. Like some sort of failure. She was his wife. Shouldn’t he? Shouldn’t he have asked? Shouldn’t he care?

Hades’ gaze softened.

“I upset her.” Zeus murmured. “We got into a fight.”

Hades leaned against the wall. He was probably resisting the urge to say he could have gathered that too.

Zeus leaned his head forward onto the glass of the vending machine, his hair falling to the side, his reflection vaguely eyeing him.

“We got into a fight and she…I hadn’t even realized she went for a drive.” He paused, observing the chocolate and chips sitting in neat rows in the machine. “Do you think she liked Twyx?”

“Huh?”

“Do you think she liked Twyx?”

Hades pondered it a moment. “Probably. She tends to like things with caramel in them.”

Zeus smiled wryly. “See? I didn’t even know that.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to ask her all your burning questions about her favorite candy flavors very soon.”

“That’s not the point.” Zeus whispered.

Zeus was feeling a little off-kilter.

He nearly fell into a three-thousand drachma vase.

Okay, make that a lot.

The sound of heels on the staircase. The white one they’d painted for that one event…what had they been celebrating again?

His hazy gaze made her glitter even more than usual.

“Have I ever told you that you’re like the sea on a summer’s day?” Zeus’ voice came out blurry. He put his hand in his hair, trying to look sexy, you know, like the kind of guy you’d wanna forgive.

This was met by her hair slapping him in the face as she walked by him. She paused a few steps below him, turning.

“Is that alcohol I smell on your breath?”

“I may have had one—“ He hiccuped, “or five, appletinis.”

“And this is what? An intelligent conversation you’re trying to have?” She folded her arms over her chest.

“Actually,” he held up a finger. The action made him feel off-balance so he leaned against the railing, trying to land in a sexy pose. “There is something I wanted to say.”

“You’re barely coherent when you’re sober, at least spare me until then.”

He rolled his eyes—(and made himself feel even dizzier).

She turned to go back up the stairs.

“Wait!” He shouted.

She stopped, looked over her shoulder, eyes narrow as a cat’s. “What?”

“I-hic!” He covered his mouth as if embarrassed. Clearly emotion was dangerous. “I wasn’t trying to get wasted! I just-hic!-needed more than three or four to say this.”

“Oh yeah? Spit it out Grape Sorbet.” She folded her arms over her chest.

“I’m…” he held on to the railing for support. “I’m sorry.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

“You…You were right.” He took a step closer.

“About what?” Her breath bated.

“I just…I didn’t want to admit it. I couldn’t…” He looked away. “I couldn’t tell you sober.”

“About what?” The words had a rough edge to them, her chest heaving with breath.

Ah. She knew. She knew what he was going to say, even before he said it.

“I…I did cheat on you.”

“Wh-What?” Her eyes tinted red…but there was so much hurt in the word.

Fear and shame rose in tandem like ocean waves, threatening to bowl him over, and he realized that the truth wasn’t going to help at all. But all he could do was let it pour out of him.

“You-hic-You asked if I was with-hic—”

“Stop.” She covered her mouth as if to keep the worst words from spilling out, tears welling in her eyes.

“But I—”

“I said stop!” Her voice rang through the room like something shattering.

Maybe something was.

Her heels against the stairs, fast and sharp, and away.

“Wait!”

Turn around please, let me apologize, let me explain, I won’t do it again.

He threw up in the vase.

“Daddy? What was that all about?” The small voice made his blood run cold. “What did you cheat at? Were you playing a game?”

Zeus turned, horrified, to see Ares, hiding behind a crack in the door.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at her.” He breathed. “It was stupid, really.”

Hades put a dollar in the vending machine and punched in a number.

“People say all kinds of things when they’re angry. Doesn’t mean you’re bad, just means you’re people. Which…” Hades looked him up and down, adding under his breath, “I wonder about sometimes.”

“...You must think I’m a terrible husband.”

Hades grabbed two chocolate bars and handed one to his brother.

“I think you need something sweet, maybe a little hydration, and some rest.”

Zeus unwrapped the bar and took a bite, not really tasting anything.

After a moment Hades sighed.

“It’s not so simple as that.” Hades said between bites, “I don’t necessarily think there’s such a thing as a ‘terrible husband’ or ‘the best husband.’ I…I don’t even think there’s such a thing as good and bad people. There’s just…people. There’s just husbands. But there are rules that come with being a person, and/or being a husband and…” he paused, trying to choose his words carefully, “you don’t always follow those rules.”

Zeus fell back against the wall, looking at the floor, denials dying in his throat.

It was raining.

No, actually it was pouring. And thundering. The lightning was like cracks in a collapsing sky, and Zeus’s gut was twisting like the snakes on the head of a gorgon.

“What? You-you think you can just undo this?!” Hera’s words were biting. “It’s done!” Her laugh was wry and sardonic, like an ache in her throat, red tainting the blue of her eyes. “You can’t just fix something like that! Once someone cheats at the game no one else just keeps playing!”

“It was a mistake! One stupid night!”

“One stupid night, huh?! Then how do you explain this?!” She held up his phone. The pictures. The…Oh Gaia.

The snakes in his gut bit down, and he bit his lip looking away. He hadn’t known she knew about that.

“You’ve got it all wrong! That was just—!”

“I thought you were different!” She bit off his excuse, the anger cracked, and the pain was bleeding through, and he wasn’t the only one making it rain: A tear fell down her face, then another, her mascara running black along her cheeks. “You made me smile, you made me laugh! You saved your brothers from your father. And I thought we could make a kingdom—a world—together!” She shook her head, grimacing, trying and failing to keep more tears from falling. “I thought we could be something!”

“We are! We have! I just made a mistake! I—!”

“No, Zeus.” There was a finality to her tone.

Tears streamed down her face now. He hated it when she cried. She didn’t do it often, and whenever she did he was ready to smite whoever hurt her but…he’d hurt her worst of all.

“I thought you were different. But you’re—“ the words were like an antique vase, riddled with cracks. “You’re just another bad guy.” She punched him in the arm, and the vase broke, the defiance into pain. She punched him in the arm…but it was weak and far too soft, and that’s how he knew she was really hurt; she could bring the sky down on him if she wanted.

She looked down at her hand, twisting her wedding ring with a finger.

“I’m staying with a friend tonight.”

Her wedding ring tinkled on the floor.

As she turned and walked away the word rang out like he was hoping his voice alone could rewrite his sins and bring her back:

“Wait!”

She didn’t stop, didn’t turn, didn’t make any indication she’d even heard him.

“Please…Please just wait.” These were soft.

He fell to his knees on the marble, scooping up her wedding ring and enclosing it in his fingers, holding it to his forehead, and trying not to bring the sky down upon himself.

He’d seen her angry. He’d seen her sad. But this? Seeing her break for him…was so much worse.

It reminded him too much of another time. Of a scar on her stomach. How she broke herself just to be his.

—(And he wondered, for a fleeting moment, if it would have been better if he had been the one to break.)—

“There you are!” Said a voice. “You can come see her now,”—a cleared throat— “your Majesty.”

*

Notes: Aright, so this chapter had a few things I was unsure about I thought I’d ask about here!

1. Does anyone have any other clever play-on-words for candy brands? I feel like Zeus would know that she likes caramel in general, so it’d make more sense if Hades said “she likes [X similar candy] so she’d probably like Twyx.” But Twyx is all my brain came up with and I don’t even know that it’s all that good XD

2. I’m aware that the gods don’t call each other “people” they call each other “beings.” However, Hades’ lines don’t have as much impact with “beings.” Did the fact that I used “people” stick out too much? Should I change it to “beings”?

3. I know Ancient Greek wedding ceremonies are different from ours, and they might not even have wedding rings. But that image was so impactful for me I decided to use it. Should I remove it? Or did you find it impactful?

Please let me know if there’s anything you felt was inaccurate to their characters!!

Thanks so much for reading!! 💕💕

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[foureyeswithanicesmile]

We meet again? Boy wonder.

tags: No smut, more or less fluff but not pathetic fluff, gender isnt specified because im nb and that would be hypocritical.

‘ My my, retired the robin attire Mr Grayson?’

Dick Grayson attempted to break himself out of the restraints he woke up in.


An hour or so before, Dick Grayson was thoroughly enjoying a cup of whiskey, the amber liquid shining in the lights of his kitchen.

He done this often after your sudden disappearance, your apartment completely empty and your workplace haven’t heard much either.

Yet now, here you both were, him tied by rope onto one of his smaller chairs, trying to look at whoever had put him in such a situation.

‘ What? You don’t remember me now?’ You asked with a more deadpan tone, his eyes widening as he looked at you. You’ve certainly changed.

Unlike your original, loose fitting black ‘work’ attire which consisted of a long leather jacket, black doc martens and various gun holsters, you wore a tight-fitting white suit that also contained a hood which drooped over most of your forehead and maybe even your eyes.

‘ H-How did you get into my apartment?’ He wondered with furrowed brows, now deciding to not wriggle against his current restraints seeing as though it was only you.

Your question caused you to laugh, now removing the white mask that covered your mouth, even taking out your white eye contacts.

‘ Out of all the things you’d ask me after all these months- you ask about how I got here?’ You arched your brow as you spoke, finally making eye contact with Grayson after many months.

His lack of response had said enough, he was still fairly adamant to know how you got here. Understandable.

‘ You gave me a spare key when we first started talking more, insisted on me popping in to check on you’

‘ Yeah I meant check- not smoke up my house and tie me up’ he almost exclaimed, looking up at you as you stepped closer towards him.

‘ My my, we meet again boy wonder, you miss me at all?’ You asked with your signature smile, finally allowing yourself to be off guard seeing as though you left a broken bottle of whiskey right next to his chair.

‘ I’d be lying if i said i didn’t’ He admitted with a slight smile, his auburn eyes transfixed on you with admiration.

You carefully took your white brass-knuckled gloves off, revealing the new scars that decorated your fingers, causing Grayson’s eyes to widen.

‘ What happened? and could you get me out of these restraints for god sake?’ He inquired, both eager and concerned. Willingly, you cut him out of the multiple ropes you tied him in.

‘ Sorry about the ropes boy wonder, I wanted to surprise you’

‘ You certainly did’

Once Grayson was fully released, he aggressively pushed you into him, hugging you with a breath of relief.

‘ I thought you fucking died’ He admitted, your mouth curling into a slight smirk as you bit your lip at his words.

‘So you really did miss me, I mean I was told you even came to my work place Grayson’ You relayed to him, his eyes averting from yours in embarrassment.

Not listening to any muttering he may have shared, you slowly walked around his house, observing the pictures he had placed around his house, eventually getting up to a large board about your disappearance.

‘ Went all FBI on me? Jesus you could’ve just waited’ You almost laughed, leaning back on your leg as you crossed your arms, Dick Grayson eventually walking towards the board in referral.

Scanning the board diligently, you came across the various ‘villains’ and anti heroes you’ve ever come across in your career- post it notes with words in annotations surrounding their pictures.

‘ Did you interrogate all of these guys? Do you want me killed?’ You asked, turning to his direction, his posture almost nonchalant at your questions/complaints.

‘ It was a last resort’ He admitted, causing you to role your eyes before going back to his half drank glass of whiskey.

‘ What’s the drink for? I was just gonna sleep on your couch to surprise you but I saw you were awake- mind telling me what you were doing?’, Your words caused Grayson’s eyes to wonder around vigorously, almost as if he was dreading the question.

‘ Thinking’ He answered dismissing any excess discussion, in which you continued regardless.

‘ About what? you know you can talk to me Grayson’, your face softened, an expression that Grayson hadn’t gotten the privilege to see in what seemed like forever.

‘ I was thinking of you’

‘ As you do.’

‘ I thought you were in serious shit, and by the look of your eye-bags and scarred knuckles you clearly have been’ He stated, taking his hand in yours in order to look at the scars dusted across them.

‘ Had some unfinished business’

You removed your hand from his, opening the lid to a bottle of red wine.

‘ In Gotham’ You added on before taking a swig of wine; not caring enough to pour it into a glass. Grayson was displeased by your words, eyes narrowing in slight disappointment.

‘ What? with who?’ Grayson asked with almost wide eyes, hands now placing themselves on his hips.

‘ You aren’t going to like what I’m saying, and I’m letting you know that it was because I had to’ You disclaimed, tone breathy as you built courage to say the name.

‘ I don’t care- just who?’ Dick asked with furrowed brows, curiosity occupying him.

‘ Deadshot’ You spoke with a sigh, eyes closing as Grayson began to speak.

‘ What? Do you know how dangerous that man is? Are you asking to be killed?’ He whisper shouted due to the time at night.

‘ It was his daughter okay, she was in danger and I owed him a few favours’ You excused, hearing an almost disappointed sigh.

‘ Listen, as long as you’re alright and have no loose ends- you’re okay’

‘ About that- I may or may not had been arrested at some point’

Grayson’s eyes widened, if it wasn’t for the time he would’ve shouted his head off; but you could already tell that he was fucking pissed.

‘ I know I know it was only for interfering with evidence alright God- It’s why I was out for so long and so off radar’ You admitted, now taking your nth swig of wine.

‘ I could’ve bailed you out’ He spoke confidently, surprised at your un-caring response.

‘ No need, Mr Bruce did that for me’ You admitted again, Graysons eyes widening more than you thought was possible.

‘ What?? Is it on your record?’ He asked almost fully pissed off, his longing for you almost sugarcoating the severity of his tone.

‘ Nope, didn’t have the chance to install it before Mr Wayne came to my rescue’ You answered, tone slightly impressed.

‘ So that’s where you got the suit? Alfred whip that one up for you?’ He asked, eyes scanning you up and down in which you grabbed his shoulder tightly and said;

‘ I know you like it, and yeah he did’ You answered in a low tone, looking down at yourself even more impressed than when you first got it.

‘ Fairly impractical for a vigilante like you, don’t you think?’ He asked, brows contorted in both amusement and confusion.

‘ Right, also about that- I’m off that kinda shit now, thought i’d take up your offer about helping you and the others out’

And with that, Nightwing’s face almost lit up like a flashlight, a genuine smile painted across his face.

‘ You’re fucking with me’ He almost shouted, you having to cover his mouth as you nodded.

You hadn’t expected Grayson to be as happy as he was, let alone even keep you here for as long as he was.

Realising his boyish excitement, he coughed to recollect himself.

‘ So could you explain the scars on your hand?’ He asked, now confidently taking your hand in his and holding it up to his face.

‘ Got into a bad bad bar fight, little did i know the guy had a knife’

Truth be told, you had no clue of the pocket knife in that man’s hand.

After a few moments of observation, Grayson raised his hand in order to lower your hood, your eyes narrowing at the contact.

‘ What on earth are you doing’

Unlike the last time Grayson saw you, your hair was a redder tint that suited you more than he anticipated.

‘ Nice hair’

‘ Why thank you.’

With a swallow, you observed the time on the clock in his dining room, now deciding to leave.

‘ It’s getting late, I should probably get myself to the motel downtown’ You dismissed, now collecting all your belongings from his couch and countertop.

As you began to leave, Grayson decided against letting you go, now stopping you by pushing on the door, leaving you no choice but to turn around.

However when you did finally pivot to face him, his expression was almost disheartened.

‘ Don’t think you’re leaving to some shitty motel, not tonight’

‘ So where would you rather me stay? back in Gotham?’

‘ Stay here. With me’

And you did just that.

A/n: if theres anything specific anyone may want let me know because summer break is so damn boring

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #comics #dc comics #idk what im doing #i tried

[shanitani]

CHAPTER 3: BAD B*TCHES

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👩🏽‍💻: lol did y’all miss me? im still on hiatus for maybe a good two weeks until summer srry<\3. but to make up for it I made this chapter hella long.

“Damn their water pressure is good.” You mumbled softly, turning off the faucet. The boy had a cleaner bathroom than you had expected, in comparison to the ones in America - he was almost cleaner than yourself. You wiped the fog from the glass admiring your damp face for a moment, fully indulging in the fact that you were really in Japan.  

You slipped on your pajamas, the bottoms hugged at the figure well and unfortunately so did the tank top Mitsuki put out for you. You had no problem wearing it around by yourself, but you had to take into account there was a boy you had never met before living there as well. It didn’t help that Midnight never gave you any descriptions about the boy as well, so it was obvious how high alert you were.

You grabbed your belongings, turning the music down to a soft hum in volume before turning off the bathroom light. The cold air hit your damp warm one before clearing your vision to see the teenage boy you had been wondering about the day you got your acceptance email. You both stared in awe, you took in his muscular arms due to training, the light ruffle of his blonde hair, his mouth fixated in a frown, and his piercing red eyes.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t looking at you either, your skin glistening under harsh light, your hair lightly tied back with a hair tie, the familiar smell he smelt minutes before now more concentrated and easier to name. He dared not to look at your figure-hugging the waistband of the pajamas, trying to rip his glare away fast enough. He grunts, beginning the doorknob, “You better have had left my bathroom the way you saw it.”

You frowned furring your brows, “Duh I did. And hello to you too.” you scoffed looking down at your phone in an attempt to make the situation less awkward. The blonde boy let out a groaned out “hey” before opening his door, and closing it in the same breath. “Rude ass,” you mumbled under your breath before heading downstairs back to your room. 

“You met him?? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED” Imani squealed putting her elbows on her crisscrossed legs looking in awe behind the screen. You smiled at her eagerness to know the boy, though you didn’t think he was all that. “Well he’s pretty muscular, um tall, he’s blonde and rude as fuck.” You rolled your eyes at your last sentence as you simultaneously put your belongings in your new backpack for tomorrow.

“Okayyy he could work! You gotta fierce Lil attitude too so it’ll work out fine.” Imani flashed you a smirk - knowing you couldn’t hit her from Japan. “Oh shut up Mani! you know if I was there I’d slap your ass right now.” you pointed your middle finger towards the camera, giving her a nice view of your white acrylic nails. “Exactly why ima act out now rather than next year.” She huffed, turning off her led lights looking back at her best friend. “I’m gonna miss you tomorrow, school’s gonna be so boring.” You whined thinking about the worst scenario known to come. If they were anything like Bakugo, well you were going to be entirely fucked. “I will too. But stop making me sad about it! We gone see each other soon.” Mani kissed the phone foreshadowing a kiss to your cheek, you smiled doing the same motions as her before ending the call and rolling over to fall asleep.

“I better like these people, Nah they better like me....” you shut your eyes, anxious for your first day to start.

The next day came, as Mitsuki dropped you and Bakugou off. You expected him to at the least show you to where you needed to be - but instead he slung his backpack to the side , not giving you a glimpse of attention your way. “One day im gone beat his ass up.” you took a breathe trying to find the dorm rooms, only to be met with a man right in front of you.

“Hi, [L/N] nice to finally meet you.” The tired-looking man shook your hand motioning you into the dorms. “As you know we enroll all students into the dorms for their safety because of accidents that have happened in previous years.” you nodded looking at the huge building with high ceilings and pillars inside. The man showed you around to the necessities like the gym, commons room, the classrooms, and finally to your dorm room. “I forgot to mention, but you probably know me. I’m Aizawa, and I’ll be teaching you along with class 1A. Today we just want you to prepare your dorm room so you can sleep easy tomorrow - I won’t lie to you, it won’t be easy.” he shrugged giving you the keys to your dorm.

You thanked the man before opening the room, as said in the description - the rest of your belongings were stacked to the side of your room along with your mattress to the right of it and a desk to the left. “Might as well put on music.” you thought to yourself, scrolling through the millions of playlists before finally reaching the one you wanted. 

“Yeah, this will take a while.”

Putting on the comforter of the bed, and adding the last of your pictures on the wall; you flopped onto your bed feeling a slight headache arrive. You groaned wiping your forehead, looking out the window to see the sun almost come to a set. “How long do these children work? Seems like their school hours are a whole part-time job.” before you could laugh at your inner joke, you heard the loud door creak open before the kids voiced roamed the hallways.

You shifted uncomfortably on your bed, knowing that they knew you arrived. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to meet them. You just didn’t want to do the same cycle of meeting new friends again - it was a hassle and you were fine with the ones you had in America. You took a deep breath trying to regain your thoughts, “They won’t even know I’m here. It’s alright.” you repeated to yourself trying to make the anxiety slowly creep up disappear. 

“Yeah she’s here now stop asking me about her, you wanna talk to her go right there.” you heard the familiar huffed voice described as Bakugous. You could tell he pointed towards your dorm the way a teenage girl laughed, hearing the footsteps come closer and closer towards your room. “Shit.” you jumped off the bed, fixing your hair making sure to make a good impression no matter who it may be. That’s when the footsteps stopped, and a light knock was met at your door.

you opened the door to a girl squealing, “Hi!” a curly haired girl engulfed you into a hug making you step back giggling at her eagerness, “Hey! your hair smells nice.” you hugged her back, finally stepping back to get a look of her. Her hair was the same color as her skin - pink, that you could only assume was the cause of her quirk. However, she did have black features that made you believe she was Blasian. 

“Mina stop harassing the new girl! it’s only her first day. Hello I’m Momo!” A black haired girl came waving her hand at you, she looked beautiful - you were almost intimidated by her stunning features feeling a tad insecure once side by side. 

“Oh no worries!” you giggled sitting on the edge of your bed motioning for them to come in more. “How’s your first day been?” Mina sat at the other edge of your bed looking at you with huge eyes, “Honestly, kind of boring. also confusing since this place is huge. Way bigger than the schools in America” you motioned towards out your door foreshadowing the commons room.

“America? that’s where you’re from?” Momo chimed in walking towards your desk chair to sit down. You nodded, “Mhm, California.” Mina gasped - “California! You’re so lucky!” you laughed at her bubbly attitude that was a bit similar to your bestfriends at home. “Trust me you wouldn’t want to be there, I’m here for a reason aren’t I” you smirked nudging her shoulder slightly.

“ Wow, How long will you be staying?” “One year.” you shrugged looking off in your dorm window. “Well I hope you love it here, hopefully become a pro.” Momo smiled at you genuinely, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with her persona. Before you could speak again you heard a knock on your door and small murmurs behind your door, Momo opened the door slightly, only hearing a faint “Yall better not embarrass me. I’m serious” before she opened the door all the way to the boys.

“Shut the hell up Momo.” one yellow haired boy lightheartedly says before leaning on your wall and catching your eyes. “Hey! I’m sero and this is Denki. Nice to meet you.” Sero extended his hand to yours to shake, “Wassup Sero, Hi Denki.” you smiled at the other boy.

“Damn, so this is why Bakugo didn’t want to show you off huh.” Denki came closer to you, taking in your features. “Or he just don’t like me” you scoffed thinking about his arrogant characteristics from Sunday. “Well that’s good, less people to compete against.” Denki sat next to you on the edge of your bed fully focused onto you. You smiled taking observations to his flirtatious personality.

No matter Denki giving you his full and undivided attention, Sero caught your eye the moment he walked in the door. You looked Sero up and down, his outfit caught your full attention. He wore the UA uniform required yet paired with grey Jordans and a silver chain dangling from his neck, it was no understatement that he was a very attractive boy. “Why you standing there all quiet, Sero? you obviously came up here for something.” you jokingly stated - trying to start some conversation with the boy.

“Tried to see if you were really what all the hype was about.” He shrugged coming up near you to overpower your figure, your heart raced as he looked down upon you smirking, he knows he fine chile. “They were definitely right.” He smirked looking at you with low eyes.

“Y’all are the most flirtatious boys I know. Swear I can’t take yall no where.” Momo grabbed the two boys by their collard shirts making them groan in displeasure earning a laugh from you - only to make them groan in embarrassement. 

“Bye boys.” you wave them off as Momo literally kicked them out your dorm, before closing it in front of them. “I like you” you pointed to her, making her eyes widen, while her cheeks grew into a blush before smiling. “Now how did you make a better impression than me and I came here first.” Mina flopped onto your bed frowning. “Don’t worry girl I like you too.” you slapped her thigh in a friendly manner.

“Alright you two enough talking, get back to your dorms. You all have a long day tomorrow.” Aizawa yelled through the door with his usual tired voice before shuffling off to his room closing the door. “Guess I’ll see you tommorow [Y/N]!” Mina skipped off towards your door “Yes! see you tomorrow” Momo opened the door looking back once more “Bye boo’s!” you called out before the closed your door.

You turned on your led lights in substitute for the harsh lighting in your dorm, shuffling off into your bed. you looked off onto your wall looking at the pictures you stuck to them, “Damn, I miss you Imani” your hand grazed upon the picture of you and Imani sticking up the middle finger to a flashing camera with your phones in one hand and a red cup in the other - a party you both went to knowing damn well you weren’t supposed to be there.

You turned towards the other way of your bed shutting your eyes - anticipating for the long day ahead of you, and meeting the rest of your class tomorrow morning.

👩🏽‍💻: y’all fw y/n being bisexual orrr? or do y’all want scandals? tell me now😁

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[sicjimin]

A.N : been sitting in my draft for long and inspired by PTD's behind :) i am sorry .. for the lame ending as always i really dont know how to end a story properlynsbdsjns and im sorry if this does not make sense TT yeah, i hope u like it !

TW : emeto

Jimin's heart filled with sadness as he continues to massage his boyfriend's nape, that is now too busy burying his head deep in the plastic bag as his stomach keep twisting and turning, won't stop bringing a copious amount of food he just disgests.

"You were doing fine hyung, let it all out", Jimin mutters, his free hand reaching to tucked Yoongi's silver hair that now has grown long.

Yoongi coughs, groaning as he spits thick saliva that dangling after he lets out a mouthful of brown vomit down.

" I'm sorry, Minie", Yoongi croaked out in between his effort panting for air when he finally lifts his head up. Grimacing when he sees the bag that is already half-filled with his stomach content.

Jimin frowns, reaching for tissues to dap Yoongi's wet lips and nose. The older mutters a small thank you before he leaned himself back. He's exhausted.

'What are you sorry for?"

"It was gross", Yoongi mumbled with his eyes closed. He huffs when he could feel his stomach already turned again. It seems like he will have a second round.

" Do you want water hyung? Your throat must be sore", Jimin asks, completely ignoring the nonsense apology from his boyfriend.

Yoongi hummed, taking the bottle shakily and gulp down some of it. He sighs in relief when the cool liquid hitting his burning throat. He drinks half of it before pushing it back to the younger and leaned back on his seat again.

"How are you feeling?"

Yoongi opened his eyes, shifting his position so he could lean on Jimin's shoulder then he let his eyes flutter close. Maybe with that he won't be too aware of the car movement.

"Like shit", he mumbled. " I don't understand why i get sick. I already took my dramamine", he adds.

The younger chuckled, ruffling his boyfriend's hair lovingly, he leans his head closer to Yoongi's to peck at his lips.

"Do you think we can pull over on the next stop?", Yoongi asks. His voice sounds hoarse, but still soft enough so that Jimin can hear him clearly.

Jimin frowned, " Why? Do you need something?"

Yoongi shakes his head lightly, "Think i'm going to be sick again. I still feel so nauseous Jimin-ah", he exhales shakily. " And this bag already filled"

Yoongi pressed his fist on his lips. " I don't want to puke or make another mess", he added, eyes squeezed tightly shut, his whole body shakes from side to side, hands clenching the handle of the plastic bag tightly to avoid making any sudden movements that could jostle his stomach more.

Jimin's eyes widen. His hand quickly rummaging through his bag, the dashboard and everything to find something. "Is it urgent hyung?", he asks while he still hastily rummaging every place, hoping that he would magically found a plastic bag hidden somewhere in that car.

A wet gag answered Jimin's question. " Mhm", Yoongi whimper. "I think i could hold it", he voices out. His voice was a little bit muffled as his mouth was tightly clamped. He was trying his best not to puke all over the car, his face feels sweaty because of his sweat, and he's pretty sure if he open's his mouth, it'll be full of vomit.

But curses the driver, that suddenly swaying lane as apparently, the car in front of them were doing the same. The sudden movement set Yoongi off, as he let out a new wet gag, making his body bent over.

He squeezes his eyes shut, tightens his grip on his cheeks. His breath becomes heavy with an effort to hold more of his food down.

" Minie ..", Yoongi whimpers. " Help.. I..."

Jimin curses under his breath, "I know hyung .. wait-", he stammered. He almost screams in joy when he found a crumpled plastic bag in his bag. He quickly opened it and shoves it under Yoongi's clamped mouth, taking the already soiled bag from Yoongi in his hand and tied it.

His boyfriend let out a quiet moan against the plastic bag.

It didn't take long before Jimin heard the sound of liquid rushing to fill the bag, followed by the older coughs and groans. Jimin closes his eyes. He hates seeing Yoongi being this sick.

He wrapped his arm around Yoongi's arched figure. His heart clenched when he feels the latter back jerked against his arm as he heaves more to the bag.

" Gosh, you were so sick hyung", Jimin whispers, caressing Yoongi's back softly while he holds him.

Yoongi didn't manage to muster anything as his stomach seems eager to empty everything out. Liquid after liquid keeps finding its way to back up from Yoongi's stomach, leaving him no room except for a quick gasp for air in between heaves.

His hand grips Jimin's forearm, the other gripping the plastic bag tightly.

" I'm sorry", Yoongi said quietly once his heaving is finally halted. " I didn't mean to"

" Hyung please don't apologize," Jimin interrupts Yoongi quickly with a soft smile. " You did nothing wrong."

Yoongi nods weakly, his eyes closing as he tries to calm his breathing.

" Are you okay now?", Jimin asked, his voice laced with concern.

Yoongi nodded, " Yeah, I'm good now. I feel like i'm already empty enough"

Jimin 's hand moved from where it was placed gently on Yoongi's back, and he held Yoongi's chin between his thumb and index finger and looked into the other's eyes. They were glazed and tired. Not to mention Yoongi was sweating profusely as well.

"Do you want to sleep hyung? We still have few minutes before we arrived", Jimin suggested, trying to look serious even though his expression was one of worry.

Yoongi nods tiredly, leaning his body to his initial position again, that is on Jimin's shoulder. " 'Mkay", he slurs. Exhaustion starts creeping on his body, making his eyes flutter close.

"You need to eat first when we arrived, okay? The make-up noona won't mind a couple of mins of delay. I won't let you shoot with an empty stomach"

Yoongi only gives out a slight hum in response as he slowly falls into a light slumber.

-

"Hyung.. wake up, we're here", Jimin soft voices sipping into Yoongi's sleepy mind. Waking him up from his quick nap. He scrunches his face. He feels groggy, dissociated, and worse. He thought his nausea was just because of motion sickness but apparently, it's still latching on him. But he shakes it off as an after effect from a round of vomiting and car movement.

" Hyung, are you sure you just have motion sickness? You look pale", Jimin chimed in as he slides his hand on Yoongi's arm. Steadying the older that look so out of it.

Maybe he still tries to wake up. Jimin thought.

"Am i?", Yoongi asks. Ruffling his hair that's messy because of the wind as they walk to the tent. He could see the other members already scattering around the snack table and some of it already got touched with makeup.

Jimin only nods. "Yeah, you're really pale, hyung. Just come inside and lie down. We will check on you later okay?"

Yoongi shakes his head, "No, I'm fine baby. Maybe my body still trying to adapt. I don't know. Dont worry too much", he bites a small smile, quite a weak one, "Let's get this shoot over and quickly go home, okay?"

Jimin frowned, " But hyung-"

" I promise i am fine, okay", Yoongi says.

Jimin was about to mutter another concern before his manager shouting from somewhere, telling them to quickly preparing and soon, make-up noona already scurrying them.

Yoongi sighs as he pulled with one of the stylists, and is seated in front of the mirror. He definitely looks pale, and to be honest. He really does not feel good. His stomach still feels like it's bloated. It's still churning every then and there.

He huffs. He can do this. Just a few hours.

The filming starts. Today they gonna shoot a few individuals, dance scenes, and teasers. They fall into a work vibe, everyone just focused on their tasks as everyone seems to have the same mission to finish the shoot quickly.

Yoongi could feel Jimin's gaze lingers on him every time they had a break or something. And he would shoot a reassuring smile when his eyes catch the latter gaze, making Jimin's cheeks redden in instant. Either it's because of him or because of the blazing heat. Who knows.

Yoongi managed to push down the horrible feeling he had earlier until their last scene. They had to do a flashmob and few dance scenes.

They have been shooting some of it outdoor. And doing that while you had to dance .. in the middle of summer with blazing heat is quite challenging.

The second takes, and Yoongi starts to feel lightheaded.

"The last take everyone", the camera director shouted. Yoongi groans.

Jimin that positioned beside him chuckles, squeezing the older arms, " Last one hyung"

The moment the camera director shouts cut, Yoongi was sure he already breaks into a cold sweat. He lower himself, steadying his body on his knees immediately when the music stopped.

He pants for air. His head is swimming. He let his mouth fall open to fasten air to fill in his lungs.

"Hyung!", Yoongi could hear Jimin calling for him, with a lot of " thank you, you've worked hard" throwing in the background.

"Hyung .. are you okay?" A worried Jimin says.

Yoongi manages to nod weakly, but it was obvious how he didn't really want to move right now. He felt like his stomach was going to leap on his throat anytime soon and he gonna falls over at how dizzy he feels.

"Hyung you need to sit", Jimin tells him.

Yoongi shakes his head, "no.. wait. i can't move", he shakily says. " 'm too dizzy" he murmurs, panting through each word.

Soon, he feels arms wrapped around his shoulder. "Let's walk slowly, okay? You seem like you're going to faint. And staying here won't do you anything good", Jimin tells him softly.

Yoongi lets his eyes slip closed. His head is spinning as if he was drinking a bottle of whiskey.

"Okay", he whispers.

The two walked slowly and carefully to the tent. Yoongi's legs feel like jelly, and the world keeps turning into shades of black. He can barely stand.

Few steps from the tent, Yoongi halts on his feet.

" Hyung?", Jimin asks. " You okay?"

Yoongi couldn't answer as his stomach lurch, he quickly bent his body forward just in time as water spraying from his mouth to the ground below. He could hear gasps from everyone near them. But he can't bring himself to care as his stomach clenched again.

It wasn't long before all water came spilling out of his mouth.

Jimin gasped in shock, his hands instinctively moving to hold Yoongi, who seemed to pass out as soon as he collapsed on his knees, still holding onto Jimin's sleeves tightly in his fist.

"Breathe hyung ..", Jimin whispered as he patted Yoongi's back. " Just breathe"

Minutes passed by, Yoongi was still puking his guts out, his head throbbing painfully, and his hands clutching on the fabric of Jimin's clothes, trying to stay upright and not collapse on himself yet.

"Jimin-ah", Yoongi wheezes out after he spits the last round. "Can we go home?", he whines, his grip around Jimin's sleeves getting tighter, "I really don't feel well-"

"Sssshh .. i know hyung. Let's get you to the car, okay?"

After that, it went like a blur. The next thing Yoongi knows is Jimin woke him up for the second time, telling him that they already reached their apartment.

He blinks repeatedly, trying to gather all his senses, taking in his surroundings.

His vision is blurry but he can tell he is lying on Jimin's bed in the dark room, covered in covers, and Jimin kneeling next to him, looking concerned. "Are you feeling better now?",

He nodded, not having any energy left to speak or talk, or do anything really. He knew his head is pounding and everything feels like it's spinning, and maybe he will throw up again, but he really wants to sleep already. "Jimin", he mumbled.

"Yes?", the younger responds gently brushing his thumbs on Yoongi's knuckles soothingly, "what is it?", he softly says.

"Stay with me... please", Yoongi whispers and reaches both his hand, palm upwards towards Jimin. Jimin was slightly taken aback for a moment before a little smirk appears on his lips, pulling the blankets covering Yoongi more closer.

"Always", Jimin says quietly as he wraps his hands around Yoongi's thin frame. As Yoongi lays comfortably on him, closing his eyes to take in his scent. Jimin can feel Yoongi breathing slowly and evenly. Feeling relaxed, he kisses his forehead and continues to stroke his hair, running his fingers lightly through his hair.

Yoongi hums. Feeling Jimin's warmth against him.

He smiles.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!yoongi #caretaker!jimin

[mikwrites-archive]

eastside

✧  pairing: lee jihoon x fem!reader        ✧  warnings: mentions of fights, blood, but very brief!! ✧  genre: bad boy au, fluff        ✧  wc: 1.8k

✧  a/n: call call call jihoon lives in my mind rent free!!! mayhaps this is inspired by that song w khalid and halsey and not entirely proofread bc im tired n going to bed hwjbsdjhs 

You met Lee Jihoon in your mathematics class during your last year of high school, where you sat by the daydream filled window, and he sat behind you, his own mind occupied by the living daydream in front of him. 

But he never spoke to you, and you to him, until one morning you turned around, ignoring the gawking gazes of your friends, asking him if he was alright. 

He supposed you were referring to the bruised lip and scabbed knuckles from the nasty fistfight in the park last night that was circulating around the student body, but all he could manage to stammer was:

“I’m fine, and you?”

You smiled at him sweetly.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“That’s so embarrassing.” Jihoon groans. “How do you even remember that?” 

“How could I forget my first conversation with bad boy Lee Jihoon?”

“Don’t call me that.” Jihoon narrows his eyes, and it’s clear you’re not impressed as you cross your arms, so he pins you against the glass pane of the bus stop bench, and you melt into giggles.

“Bad boy Lee Jihoon who’s secretly a softie.” You singsong, and he pinches your side as you squirm.

“I asked nicely, baby.” He murmurs against your cheek.

“Not fair.” You whine at the use of the petname, face burning hotly as he grins.

The bus screeches to a stop, and you both hop on hand in hand, trailing all the way to the tail of the bus. Jihoon takes out a tangle of headphones and his battered portable CD player.

“This is new.”

“Yeah,” he smiles. “I’d been working on it for a few weeks and I think it’s finally done.”

“It’s good. Really good.” You know your opinion is far from professional, but to Jihoon, it means just as much of not more.

“This is our stop.” You prompt him once the bus jolts to a standstill, rising, but Jihoon tugs you back down and you don’t protest, falling back to his side curiously.

“I have a surprise. It’s just a little bit further.” He explains.

He takes you to a small auto garage he says a friend of his owns, lifting the overhead door to reveal a classic blue Corvette.

“I’ve been saving up for it.” He puffs up triumphantly. “Almost have the payment down.”

“It’s beautiful.” You smile, running your hand over the hood. 

“Then we can go anywhere.”

“Anywhere?”

The glowing sun illuminates Jihoon’s smile, and your breath is taken away at the beauty of it.

“Anywhere.”

“Word has been going around that you’ve been hanging around that boy, Lee Jihoon.”

“Have I?” You respond airily, your parents exchanging a look, the scraping of forks and knives decreasing by two. You can’t say you’re surprised they’d found out about Jihoon, but you are slightly impressed it’s being brought up so soon at dinner.

“Don’t play coy. It’s unbecoming.” Your father glares, but you know he’s not truly upset until he’s at least discovered your intentions.

“We’ve taught you better than to play around with boys like him.” Your mother purses her lips in disapproval, and you set down your cutlery.

“I’m not playing around. I’m quite serious about it.” At your father’s raised eyebrow, you hurry on. “We’re friends. He lets me listen to his music. He makes nice songs. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

You’re not entirely lying.

Jihoon’s lips are slightly chapped, his mouth pressing slowly against yours as if you had all the time in the world under the flickering lights at the very back of the bus, hands gently gripping your waist. Your own hands rest on his chest, and he wonders if you can feel the way it races under the leather and studs. 

It’s reluctant, the way he pulls away once the driver droningly announces your stop. He helps you hop off the bus, and as you both begin to walk, he clasps your hand in his.

“I’m gonna marry you one day.”

Your heart feels suspended in that moment, as if Jihoon had caught it in his hands, leaping and jumping, and it’s not until Jihoon halts, gazing at you curiously that you turn and smile incredulously at him.

“Don’t I get any say in this?”

A flush washes over his features as he realizes, sputtering apologies, and you laugh. 

“I’m only kidding.” You sigh fondly, and Jihoon shrugs.

“Well, I’m not. I really mean it. If you’ll say yes when the time comes of course.” Jihoon states, steadfast, and you swallow. “I don’t mean to freak you out or anything-” he starts as he sees your expression, but you cut him off, smiling.

“I want a big house.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You nod, giggling. “With a pool and everything.”

“Anything for you.” Jihoon promises, and you blink. You think this is what it means, to say you love someone without uttering those fated three words. “I’ll give it all to you.”

Jihoon’s not a liar. 

You know he’d tell you anything, give you anything, within the limitations of his comfort and wants, yet it still makes you nervous to ask him, like the first day you bolstered your courage to speak to him.

“Hey, Ji?”

“Hm?” He’s immersed in his textbook, frowning as he taps his pencil along to a rhythm only he could hear.

“I know you don’t really like going to dances, but it’s our last year, and I was wondering if you wanted to come to one with me? I can go myself if you really don’t want to since my friends are going-”

“I’ll take you.” Jihoon sets his pencil down, a small smile on his face.

“Really?” You exclaim, repeating it more quietly when you remember you’re in the library, leaning towards him excitedly.

“Yeah.”

“You’re not just saying that to make me happy?” You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“It could be fun,” he shrugs, lips quirking up as he returns to his work, and you scoot around the table, pressing a kiss to his cheek giddily.

“Thank you.”

“Okay, okay.” Jihoon flushes. “Don’t thank me. At least not here.”

“He’s here.”

Your mother’s disapproval is palpant as she lets you know from your doorway, obvious now that your previous conversation had been a lie and that you and that boy, weren’t just friends.

“Tell him I’ll be down soon please.”

Your mother softens at the way your expression lights up at her words. She trails behind you with the camera when you walk as fast as you can down the stairs, a brilliant smile on your face when you see Jihoon.

He’s talking (albeit stiffly) with your father, breaking away when he meets your gaze, and you make a note to question him about that later.

“You look beautiful.” Jihoon whispers. His hands flutter, as if wanting to move to touch you, but with your parents standing to the side watching, he doesn’t dare.

You, however, gently smooth the lapels of his suit jacket, smiling tentatively.

“Thank you. You look very handsome.”

“Now, smile for the picture,” your mother interjects, and Jihoon gathers the will to place his arm lightly around your waist.

“You know when to be home.” Your father tells you sternly before swerving to Jihoon. “Not a second late.”

“Yes sir.” Jihoon shifts uncomfortably, and you smile.

“Please don’t tell me we’re taking the bus.” You murmur under your breath as you step out the house.

Jihoon guffaws. He pulls out his jangling keys, twirling them around his finger proudly. In your driveway rests the blue Corvette.

“No baby. We’re not.”

“Did you really have to get into a fight?” You sigh, dabbing gently at Jihoon’s bloody lip in the backseat.

“That bastard didn’t know when to shut his mouth.” He spits red over the side of the car, and your chest rises and falls deeply in exasperation once again. 

The silence makes Jihoon uneasy, gently taking the ice pack you were preparing and placing it over his bruised cheek himself.

“C’mon baby. I’m sorry.” Jihoon wheedles, tugging you down on his lap, lips puckering in an apologetic pout. “I know how excited you were about the dance.”

You’re not actually upset about missing the dance, if you’re honest, but you do love to vex Jihoon a little bit when necessary. 

“That’s not working this time. I’m upset with you. You’re on a kissing ban until the foreseeable future.”

“What?” He gawks, and you smirk. “But-”

“No buts.”

“But... what if I told you a secret?”

You hesitate.

“I’m listening.”

“I love you.” He softens, thumbs rubbing gentle circles on the sides of your hips, and you cup his face tenderly with a beaming smile.

“I know. You’re horrible at keeping secrets.”

“Are not!”

“Mm... Kind of.”

“Only with you.” He grumbles and your laugh sounds like wind chimes swept by a summer’s breeze. 

“I love you too.”

“I know.” 

Time flies by fast after that.

Too fast. And before you and Jihoon know it, it’s the day before graduation. A day before your future becomes something other than riding the rattling Corvette, stealing kisses under streetlights, and sharing headphones. 

“I’m leaving after graduation.” 

Your eyes flicker across the grassy knolls from where you’d set down a picnic blanket for you both to sit on in the park, pursing your lips lightly as you think of how to respond. Jihoon barrels on anxiously.

“I’ve made enough with performing a little, and I sent in some of my lyrics to some companies and they really like it. They want me to work with them.”

“That’s really amazing, Ji.” And you mean it, finally turning to face him, and he smiles, a heartbreaking smile.

“I’m gonna come back.” He swallows. “I mean, for visits for sure, but when I do... will you still be here? I still gotta marry you y’know. Big house with a pool and all.” He adds on partly as a joke and partly as a quiet reminder.

You smile at the words, leaning on his shoulder.

“Don’t make me wait too long, okay?”

“I’m tired.”

Jihoon leans his head on your shoulder, murmuring, and you laugh.

“Ji, this is our wedding. Am I boring you?”

“Never.” He huffs. “You never bore me. But I think I’ve heard enough of the BooSeokSoon trio singing tonight.”

“Wait,” you lift him off of you apologetically. “I’ll be right back. My grandma is flirting with Mingyu.”

You maneuver around, beelining towards Mingyu who politely kept denying your grandmother’s affectionate touches to his arm and chest at the refreshments table. Jihoon laughs at the sight.

When you finally distract your grandmother (Mingyu sending you a grateful glance before scurrying away), your father sidles up to you.

“He told me, years ago, that he’d marry you y’know.” Your father states gruffly after a reminiscent pause, and you’re not surprised, thinking of prom night. You’d giggled uncontrollably when Jihoon confessed his teenage determination to your father that evening, much to your parent’s disbelief. “Guess he proved me wrong.”

A comfortable pause fills the gaps. You watch as Jihoon eggs the others on into teasing Mingyu about his encounter with your grandmother, an amused smile blooming on your features.

“He treats you well?”

Jihoon catches your gaze, sending you a wink. Happiness glows in your chest.

“Always.” 

✧  taglist: @seijoh​ @soranihimawari​ @peachy-yabbay​

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[allycat319]

The Big Mistake

Authors Note: I’m planning on starting a fanfiction of some kind and this is just a story I wrote using the OC (Abilene Morgan) I plan to use in the fic and her roommate Lily. I hope you like it. Im pretty sure there aren't any trigger warnings for this one. It turned out longer than I hoped but that just means more Bodecker. 

She knew she shouldn't go into a bar without Lee especially when it was Micky’s, the local dive and hangout for all the low lives in Knockemstiff. Unfortunately for her, the workday at the hardware store was long and tiring, all she wanted was a quick drink and Micky’s was four doors down from the store. Knowing that if Lee found out, he would be more than pissed, she planned to just go in for a quick shot of whiskey and then get in her Chevy and head home. 

Abilene finished her shot and stuck to her plan, she paid the bartender and walked out of the shabby building. She smiled to herself as she walked to her car, thinking for a moment she was completely in the clear, Lee would never know. Abilene got to the big window at the front of the hardware store then she saw the reflection of a red light. A chill went down her spine when she heard the car door open and then slam shut. 

She slowly turned towards the car, there he was standing on the road staring daggers into her. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked, leather jacket half way zipped so she could barely see his white uniform shirt and green tie, and his hands resting on his hips. Abilene silently prayed she would be able to talk her way out of this one, she smiled sweetly “Hey Handsome, how's your patrol going?” Lee walked over to the passenger door of his patrol car and opened it, “Get in.” “Lee my car is just over there, you can walk me the rest of the way if you want?” Abilene said hopefully. His jaw tightened, “Get. in.” he repeated. Abilene signed and walked towards the cruiser, stopping at Lee who was still holding the door open. “I know you’re angry at me, but I did miss you today.” She leaned in, silently surprised he didn't jerk away from her when she planted her lips on his cheek. 

Lee slammed the car door and walked to the drivers side, sliding in beside her. He aggressively shifted the car into drive and started on the silent drive towards Abilene’s house. They were about ten minutes away from her house when Lee pulled to the shoulder and stopped the car, when he threw the shifter into park Abilene felt her stomach turn. She glanced up from her lap to sneak a look at him, he was staring forward, he was gripping the steering wheel so tight she could see his knuckles turning pale white. “What in God’s name were you thinkin?” He finally said after the much too long silence. Abilene sighed, “It was a long day, nothin went right and I just wanted a quick drink. All I did was take a shot and leave.” “What have I told you about goin there without me? Huh? It ain't safe Abilene and you damn well know it!” He turned to face her as he spoke, his voice getting louder. “Stop hollering at me, I’m a grown woman and I can do what I want Lee. It ain't like I walked two miles down the road.” She said, her tone matching his aggressiveness. “You best watch that mouth of yours little girl.” He was yelling now, the fury evident in his voice. “Ya know what, I don't have to take you sittin here hollerin 'at me like a child.” Abilene threw open the car door and stepped out into the warm summer night air, slamming the car door behind her. She started to walk towards her house before Lee even had the chance to get out of the car. 

“Abilene! What the hell are you doin! It’s almost 10 o’clock and your house is an hour walk!” She heard him yell. “It’s much fuckin better than bein in a car with you!” She yelled looking back for a brief moment to see him standing outside the car. she started to walk faster when she heard him yell “Fuck!” his car door slamming a second later. The headlights started to get closer to her, she didn't look at the car or Lee as he passed her briefly before stopping a few yards in front of her. He quickly got out of his car, not even bothering to close the car door. She growled when he started walking towards her. “Sweetie, will you please get back in the car?” He asked, his voice now much more level. “No! go home Sheriff, I can handle myself.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and tried to walk past him. He reached out quickly grabbing her gently by her arms pulling her so she was standing in front of him, she tried to pull out of his grip but he squeezed a little tighter. “I swear Sheriff, if you don’t let me go I will end up goin to jail.” She hissed, ripping her arms out of his clutch, pushing past him. 

Abilene breathed a sigh of relief when a car passed her that wasn't the patrol car. She looked into the car when she heard a woman's voice call her name. “Abilene? What are you doin?” Lily, her roommate, asked, Abilene silently wondered why Lily was out this late, but she was thankful for it at the current moment. “Lily! Are you goin home?” Lily nodded and Abilene glanced back at Lee as she pulled the car door open and got in, thanking Lily for saving her from having to get back into the car with Lee. “When we get home you’re gonna have to tell me what happened.” Lily said as she began to drive. Abilene nodded looking in the side mirror in time to see Lee kick the tire of his patrol car. 

The next morning Abilene went to work at the hardware store, her gloomy mood noticed by Lily who came in to bring her a sack lunch. “What’s up Buttercup? Why the long face?” Lily asked, popping her chewing gum as she leaned on the checkout counter. “I feel horrible for leaving Lee last night, he shouldn’t have yelled but I should have stayed and talked things through with him.” She signed resting her head on her hand. Lily nodded “He pulled up to the station right as I was driving past to come drop off your lunch.” Abilene popped up from the counter, “Can you watch the store for me for a few?” Lily smiled and nodded as Abeline hurried towards the door. “Go get’em tiger.” she yelled. 

Abilene walked into the Sheriff's Department passing by the reception desk. “Hi Miss Abilene, what can I do for you?” Miller, the reception officer asked, Abilene smiled, “Is the Sheriff busy? I need to speak with him.” Miller shook his head and pointed in the direction of Lee’s office, “Last door on the right.” Smiling Abilene walked down the hallway to the office. Knocking on the door softly she heard him say ‘come in’. Lee didn't look up until he heard the office door close, When his eyes met hers he gave her a soft almost apologetic look. “Mornin Sheriff, I have a crime to report.” She said and he bit back a smile, leaning back in his chair. “Oh do ya now? What can I help ya with?” She walked toward his desk sitting in the chair across from him. “Well, I know a girl that might have threatened a police officer last night around 10 o’clock.” Lee nodded “Well Miss Morgan, that's a very serious crime.” Abilene sighed “I know, and I think she feels pretty awful about it.” Lee pushed back from his desk, motioning for her to come over to him. Abilene stood and walked so she was standing in the space between him and his desk. Lee patted his lap and Abilene sat down and circled her arms around his neck. He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry I yelled at you Darlin. I just didnt want anything to happen to ya and when I saw you comin out of that shit hole it scared me. I don’t know what I’d do without ya.” Abilene kissed him “I’m sorry for leavin you, I should have stayed and talked to you instead of pitching a fit and running off with Lily.” Lee cupped her face and kissed her passionately, she pulled away and Lee looked confused. “I hate to break this up, but I left Lily at the hardware store to come talk to you.” Abilene laughed and Lee smiled “What would ya say to goin for a drive and maybe a milkshake after your shift?” Abilene kissed him again, standing up from his lap “That sounds perfect. I'll see you later Sheriff.”  she winked at him walking out of the office. As she walked back to the store she thought about all the ways they would make it up to each other later tonight. 

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[qwhlz]

Bakugou X Reader

Okay, well, I wrote this a while ago, so I'm posting it as my first post haha. Um. Ok here are the TW so if you're not comfortable please don't read!

Also, please read until the end :D it gets better

I was listening to this so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ~

Tw: slight smut, fluff, described violence (mineta yk), coronavirus

"So everyone stays inside, no going to the grocery store, the food will get transported every week. The school will be off until health is guaranteed. Understood?" Aizawa sternly announced over Iida's phone as everyone in the UA 1A dorms stood around it, in the common area.

There had been a deadly virus spread, and they called it Covid 19, or Corona.

No one really understood how the fuck this virus started, more so why the most infected was Asia, but they understood the rules they were given.

"Yes sensei. Thank you for telling us. Have a good night." Iida answered as he hung up. It was currently around 7 PM, so most of the students were in either PJ's or workout clothes (khm Kiri).

"What the fuck?!" Bakugou yelled as he rubbed his eye. He was about to go to bed, actually, so this was pretty annoying. I mean, they're under literal house arrest. How the fuck are heroes supposed to act?

"Well, everyone heard Aizawa sensei. You can keep doing whatever you were doing, just no going outside. As long as we're inside, everyone will be okay." Iida said as he quickly bowed to everyone, leaving to go to his room.

"Sounds kind of made up, don't you think?" Denki said as he fell on the couch, his head falling on Sero's lap.

"Kind of," Mina said as she sat down next to him, putting his sprawled out feet on her lap.

"Everyone inside at all times. Girls. This is heaven." Mineta mumbled as he drooled next to the table in between the two couches, before getting a kick to the face that sent him flying to the other side of the room.

"Shut the fuck up you perverted asswipe," Y/n said as she sat down next to Mina, resting the back of her head on her shoulder as she opened her phone, going on social media to check if this virus is actually real. Which, if it was, concerned her a lot. The crimes are definitely gonna go up and isn't this the perfect opportunity for the LOV to attack, AGAIN?

"Thanks, babes." Mina said as she pat Y/n head, earning a tiny smile.

"Yup, it's real. Twitter is swarming with it." Y/n added, answering Denki's earlier question. By now, everyone was either on the couches or the floor in front of the couches.

"Damn, lemme see," Denki answered as he put his arm out, palm open as he quickly made a grabbing motion.

Y/n went to hand it to him, but it got snatched away by the angry blonde she always kind of adored. He was mean, but have you seen him blush? It was the cutest thing in the world.

He scanned the phone as he scrolled down, reading a load of media bullshit before his eyes widened, groaning. He threw the phone back at Y/n, which ended up hitting her flat on the face. "Ow." She said bored as she scanned her phone, seeing a random, and obviously photoshopped, Kamui woods nude. She laughed as she showed the poorly edited picture to Mina, who also laughed.

"What the fucks wrong with you," Bakugou mumbled as he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger.

Y/n shrugged as she hid the photo, before handing the phone to Denki like she originally planned. He read over the news, sighing as he handed her back the phone with a black phone case on it.

"How stupid," Denki added as he snugged his head into Sero's lap.

"Whatever. Im gonna go to my room. Goodnight to all the bad bitches and Mineta. No, actually, fuck you, Mineta." Y/n said as she stood up, Kissing Mina's cheek.

People mumbled goodnight as she walked to the elevator, feeling the sensation of being followed. She glanced behind her, seeing the angry blonde as she smirked to herself, before regaining her composure. She favored him more than Mina, which was pretty weird.

"Sleepy?" She asked with a smirk as the two of them walked into the elevator, both with their hands deep into their pockets. She pulled one hand out, clicking the number for the 4th floor. They had actually gotten much closer ever since the summer training camp incident. Bakugou actually had a lot of PTSD and nightmares, resulting in serious panic attacks in the middle of the night, as well as the middle of the day, and since he knew Y/n used to go through it too, he somehow got forced to tell her. Y/n was glad he did because he was able to text or call her whenever he had one of them, making her always be there to help. She never asked for anything in return, which Bakugou found weird. He wondered why, anyone really, would want to help him without asking for something in return. He was also really weirded out by the fact that she was awake at 5 AM every other night.

"Tch, shut up. At least I sleep." He answered as he leaned on the glass wall of the elevator. The glass was clear, but thick, for safety and family-friendly reasons.

"Oh shut up. It's not my fault I have insomnia." She averted her eyes as he furrowed her brows a bit. She had insomnia ever since Bakugou got kidnapped. She had actually really liked his personality, meaning she liked him. Not in a romantic way though. (Yet)

Once she saw him get taken before her eyes, it was the only thing she saw when she fell asleep, as well as worst-case scenarios. So, she gave up on trying to sleep. Once he was safely returned, she expected everything to go back to normal, but it didn't. She even tried taking melatonin, but it didn't help. So, over time, she developed small purple eye bags. Nothing too serious, but everyone knew she had insomnia. And why. Except for Bakugou. She asked everyone nicely (which wasn't her best trait) not to tell him, so he doesn't feel guilty. Even though he would deny it, she knew he would feel that way at one point.

The elevator let out a ding as the doors opened, letting them exit as they both went the same direction. Since Y/n wasn't allowed to live in the dorms at first, and most of the rooms were taken, they put her on the boys side, the fourth floor, far far away from Mineta. Y/n was actually caught beating the shit out of him 2 times behind the school. Well, she did it more than 2 times. That was only when they caught her. To be frank, Mineta annoyed and frustrated her to no ends, and the fact that he didn't even bother stopping after being beaten up multiple times, says something. Yes, that was a bit violent, but sexual harassment was not a joke. At least not to her. She would've been suspended, but then they'd have to suspend Mineta as well, which wasn't their top priority. Not that he favored him or anything, and by he I mean Aizawa, he actually hated the little shit, but he couldn't admit that to anyone. Mineta was still a student.

She opened her door as Bakugou took a couple more steps, opening the door right next to hers. "Good night B. Call me if anything happens, okay?" She asked seriously as she smiled at him.

"Tch." Bakugou retorted as he nodded his head, barely, but she noticed as she smiled before going in.

Bakugou was really grateful for Y/n. Not that he'd even admit it to, even himself, but he actually was. She was one of the blunter and mean people in the class, except for those she liked, so he felt like someone actually cared. Everyone else was way too nice. And, to be real, he actually admired that. She always told the truth, no matter how harsh it was, but if it was to someone she liked, her words were more gentle. She wasn't a person to lie to either. Every time, anyone really, lied to her, she knew. It was like an instinct. She was really special. To think someone random he met would comfort him and try more than his own mother is unimaginable. She never lost her temper around him, and if she did, she would smile as leave for a minute to cool off. The scary thing about her was, she knows how to control her emotions. She knows exactly what to say every time. She knows self-control better than anyone.

Bakugou sighed as he stepped into his room, taking his shirt off as he went to his closet, taking out towels, pajamas, and his toothbrush and toothpaste. Bakugou liked to go to sleep early since he was disciplined, but he also liked to hope that would make his nightmares go away. He hated his PTSD. It was his worst enemy. Worse than any villain. He felt like he was weak. Not his body, but his mind. Like he was too weak to take one traumatic experience, when people had many.

Y/n set her phone on her bed as she took her pajamas and towels, as well as her hygiene stuff. Her room was pretty clean, some random clothes were thrown around, but the rest was pretty nice. Her bed had pretty, white sheets, some faint stains on them, and it was in the corner of her room. Next to that was a balcony, and then her closet. The rest of it was just random decorations and paintings she made and liked.

She left her room at the same time as Bakugou as she looked at him, smiling before waiting for him so they walk to the showers together. He rolled his eyes playfully as he tried his best not to smile. "Wanna shower together?" She said as she winked at the slightly taller boy, whose face erupted into a blushing ness at her comment making her chuckle. "Shut the fuck up." Bakugou mumbled as they stepped into the elevator, which was surprisingly still there, clicking on the first-floor button.

"If that pervert tries anything, tell me." He said as he tried to start a conversation, barely think about his words.

"Pft, why? I beat him up multiple times. At this point, I know all his weak spots and how not to leave marks." She smirked as she nudged Bakugou's shoulder with her elbow, before resting her head on it. "But thank you for worrying. I appreciate it." She said as she softly smiled. The elevator seemed to move slower as Bakugou's heartbeat increased. Every time they made physical contact, he'd get flustered. It kind of made him annoyed that his body could give in so easily.

"Do you want me to sleep in your dorm tonight?" She asked as she glanced up at him, still leaning on his bare shoulder.

Bakugou shook his head no, as the doors opened, causing her to pull herself away from him and walk out together.

Y/n and Bakugou were known as best friends around the class. Even Aizawa knew it. He also knew about Bakugou's nightmares, hence he let Y/n sleepover in Bakugou's room anytime she wants. Aizawa, as well as the rest of the class, knew that she was the only one able to calm him down in said situations. Some girls were jealous since Bakugou had a soft spot for her, but she never used that to her advantage.

Y/n waved, wiggling her fingers as they went separate ways, each into the bathroom of their gender.

Y/n set her stuff down as she stepped into a shower, turning on the water as she did her hygiene, as well as washing her body and hair. Once she was done, she put her PJ's on and brushed her teeth after.

Y/n turned her body as she went to leave the bathroom, but her knee hit something. Y/n looked down, spotting the familiar purple sex offender in front of her, smirking with only underwear on.

Y/n groaned as she tilted her head back, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, sexy." He said with a lisp as he walked into the girl's bathroom, closing the door.

Y/n looked at him, already knowing what he was going to fail at trying, so she played along. Y/n smirked as she leaned over, locking the door behind him, before going back, crouching down to his height. She was still smirking, which somehow only made Mineta horny, instead of alarmed.

"Okay. I guess I was playing hard to get. Come here." She smiled as she stood up, walking further away from the door. Mineta's eyes widened as he jogged up to her, placing his hands on her hips. It took every muscle in her body not to puke, but she managed to keep calm.

"But I'm more into tying." She said as she took one of the towels the girls used to clean the floors, putting it around the gremlin's eyes. He was smirking hard as Y/n noticed a tiny thing sticking out of his pants.

"Oh, you naughty girl." He said as he allowed her to tie him up completely, hands and ankles involved.

After she was done, Y/n stood up, chuckling.

"Did you really think I was going to fuck you?" She laughed as she picked him up by the hem of his shirt easily, walking over to the door, ignoring his voice filled with confusion.

"This is the last time I beat you up. If there's a next time, you won't make it out alive. I don't care if Im suspended or expelled for committing murder, as long as you're dead." She said slyly in his ear as she slammed his face into the tiles on the wall, earning a cry and groan from him. She actually held back a lot. She could've broken his skull with that hit, but she held back. His nose wasn't even

broken.

"Y/n? What the fuck was that? Are you okay?" Bakugous voice asked roughly from the other side as the doorknob jiggled. Y/n was still smirking as she scanned Mineta's bloody nose. She unlocked the door as she looked at Bakugou with an innocent smile. "I'm okay. He just tried to do something with me, that's all." She said as she stepped out to see a very angry Bakugou glaring at Mineta in Y/n's hand.

Bakugou went to jump on him, and probably kill him, but Y/n put a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back as she kissed his cheek. "It's okay now. You can go to bed." She smiled as she left, entering the common room, earning a few confused looks from students that were still in there.

"Uh, Y/n. What are you doing?" Denki asked as he scanned the bloody and tied up Mineta, furrowing his brows as Mina laughed next to him.

"Oh, nothing, just my usual nightly activities. Sero, could you help me?" She asked as she smiled at Sero who looked at her concerned.

"Uh, sure? What's up?" He asked as he stood up, walking over to her, ignoring Mineta's yells. "Just some tape. Thank you." She said as she smiled at him. Sero reluctantly shot some tape out, ripping it as he handed it to her, earning a kiss on the cheek.

Y/n walked up to in front of the common room TV as she took a chair, ignoring everyone's stares as she taped Mineta up to the wall above the TV. "If anyone takes him down before the morning you come to talk to me okay?" She said as she looked at everyone who nodded, before she smiled, bowing. "Thank you." She said as she left the common room, taking Bakugou's hand as they walked back to the elevator. Bakugou's hair was damp, the ends of his spikes tilting downwards as she smiled, ruffling his hair.

"What did he do?" Bakugou asked, almost in a growl as she cracked his knuckles. Y/n put her hands over Bakugou's, stopping the cracking. "Don't crack your fingers. It's bad for your joints." She said as they went into the elevator.

* * *

It was around 3:26 AM, and Y/n was in her dorm, eating ice cream and watching TikTok. She chuckled at a random video as she scrolled, eating a spoonful of chocolate ice cream. As she went to take another bite, she heard two knocks on the wall behind her head. Her head shot up as she set her phone down, carrying her pint of ice cream as she quietly left her room, opening Bakugou's door as she went inside, locking it behind her.

In front of her, on his bed, was the same scene she had been seeing almost every night. Bakugou, red puffy eyes, and cheeks, sitting leaned onto the wall, on the other side of which was Y/n's bed, with his arms hugging his knees.

Y/n sighed as she took the spoon out of her mouth, walking over to Bakugou as she set the ice cream next to her, cupping his cheeks as she made him look into her eyes.

"It's okay my love. It's okay." She whispered as she pushed his knees down, straightening them as she sat on his upper thighs, hugging him tightly. Y/n started calling him the nickname a while ago, so it wasn't weird to either of them. He actually found it very comforting. And she was just happy to be able to help and connect. Well, maybe she needed some reassuring as well.

Bakugou squeezed her tight with his arms wrapped around her waist, intertwining with each other. He sobbed into her shoulder as he shook, making the girl sigh. She hated that he had to go through this, but it had gotten better. He used to have nightmares even when napping but after some reassurance from Y/n, it had gotten better. Y/n's goal was to just get him to feel good again. No nightmares. He refused to go to therapy, so Y/n started researching and going to a therapist herself to learn how to help him. It wasn't the best, but she tried.

"I know. Focus on my breathing okay? On my heartbeat." She mumbled as she started balancing her breathing, hoping he'd follow along, which he thankfully did. Bakugou inhaled, shaking, as he tried to follow her breathing, trying his best. Since Y/n and Bakugou were room to room, they both put their beds on the same side of the wall connecting them and using a knocking technique to decipher. 1 knock meant a flashback. 2 knocks were a nightmare. And 3 knocks was a full-on panic attack. Bakugou rarely ever used three knocks, even though he had panic attacks more than nightmares, but he wanted not to be seen as weak. He thought that she had already seen him in such a weak state, she didn't need to think he was even more of a crybaby.

Once Bakugou managed to calm down a bit, she pulled back, still hugging him as she put her forehead on his. She looked into his piercing red eyes as she blinked slowly, smiling at him. Bakugou's view went to her lips for a second, before quickly returning back to her eyes. Y/n smiled surprised. He had done that a couple of times, but she always ignored it, thinking he just didn't want eye contact. But, this time, he started leaning in slowly. At first, she didn't notice it, but when she did, she looked at his eyes. He looked back as he blinked a couple of times, finally closing the gap as he kissed her gently. It wasn't a french kiss or anything. More like a long peck. Both of their eyes closed as they kissed before Bakugou pulled back. Y/n chuckled as she raised her hand, putting it in his hair. "Didn't think you had the balls for that." She whispered as she smiled at him. His brows furrowed as he made a tch noise before kissing her again, this time a bit more passionately.

Y/n kissed back as she smiled into the kiss. She had never thought he'd do this, and she could bet her life he'd regret it in the morning. This is just the heat of the moment, and she was sad that was all it was, but she had made peace with the fact that the only label Bakugou wanted, was the #1 hero. Not a boyfriend.

Y/n felt a warm sensation on her bottom lip as her eyes shot open, looking at Bakugou's closed ones. She felt a gentle tug on her hair as she opened her mouth slightly to protest, but he had already put his tongue in her mouth, twirling it around hers. Y/n blinked a couple of times before he pulled back, licking his lips after. "Do you have chocolate?" He asked as he looked at her confused.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she moved off of him, taking the pint of ice cream with a single spoon, setting it next to her as she sat to the right of him.

Bakugou's arms extended as he grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto his lap as she yelped quietly. He smirked at the small blush he could see in the moonlight as she rolled her eyes and picking the food up, taking a spoonful and putting it up to his mouth. Bakugou's mouth opened as he took the ice cream. Y/n went to have a spoon herself, but a hand snaked up to the nape of her neck as his arm pushed her lips back onto his, transferring some of the ice cream into her mouth with his tongue. Y/n's eyes widened as she pulled back, swallowing the ice cream and licking her lips as looked at him with a grimace. "Ew, you're disgusting!" She said as she chuckled, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

Bakugou chuckled as well as he licked his lips, swallowing the treat in his mouth. "More." He said as he opened his mouth, motioning to the ice cream.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she took another spoon, putting it in his mouth as she moved her hips a bit to make herself comfortable, shifting her feet as well. Bakugou's eyes widened as he blinked, grabbing her hips roughly. "Don't. Move." He said as she furrowed her brows, before feeling something poke her from underneath. Her eyes widened as well as she looked down, before looking at Bakugou again, who aggressively swallowed whatever was left, groaning as he put his head in the crook of her neck. "This is all your fault." He mumbled into her shoulder as she blushed hard.

She did NOT expect that at all. She just wanted to comfort him at 4 am without thinking about getting railed, but here we are.

"So what the fuck do I do now." She whispered as she blushed even deeper, staring at the wall in front of her. This wasn't uncomfortable or anything, but it was quite awkward. She might have been a virgin, but she knew stuff. And she knew boners don't leave on their own.

"Ugh. Fuck." Bakugou groaned as he dug his head deeper into her neck. He was embarrassed, yes, but the thing that annoyed him was how he already knew what he wanted her to do. He could picture the whole scenario in his head, making him even harder. He really just hated himself right then.

"Um. So. I guess we're stuck." She said as she felt an itch on her inner thigh. "Oh no." She whispered as her eyes fell. How was she gonna explain this one.

"What." Bakugou mumbled as his voice was muffled from her hoodie. It was pure agony. But, he'd rather this happen with her than anyone else.

"Um. My thigh itches. Like...bad." She said as she gripped onto his shirt from the mix of horniness and itches. It was almost getting painful, so before Bakugou could answer, she moved her hips back and forth a couple of times as she felt his member poke harder. A small smirk made its way to her lips as she heard Bakugou's low groans. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she felt like she was in charge.

"Stop. Ugh, stop moving." He managed to groan out as he squeezed her hips tighter, resulting in a  low moan from her. Both of their eyes widened as she blushed again, and Bakugou got even harder.

"Can. Can I just like. Ugh, it feels annoying saying it." She said as she put her head on top of his, wanting to disappear.

"Then. Ngh. Then just do it." He said as quickly as he could before she took a deep breath.

"Don't hate me in the morning." She whispered as she closed her eyes starting to slowly sway her hips back and forth. The thin biker shorts she was wearing were starting to get wet from her already soaked underwear, and he could feel it. Low groans escaped him as his breathing deepened. He never thought this would happen after a fucking panic attack, especially not in the middle of the night, but never say never I guess.

Only one thing was on Y/n's mind as she swayed a bit faster with every move. That was, how did I even get here? She never even wanted to lose her virginity in high school, and even though this technically wasn't it, she was sure this wasn't the only time it would happen. Whimpers left her slightly open mouth as she gripped her arms around his neck, the small sounds turning Bakugou even more as his brain just said 'fuck it'.

Bakugou swiftly turned the tables as Y/n was now kissing him, still in his lap, but pushed down a bit more. Her eyes widened slightly as she finally saw his red, sparkly eyes again. They were red from crying earlier and half-lidded, making him look even more attractive. He broke the kiss as his hand traveled up, behind her head, on the back of her neck as he hugged her again, stopping her movements.

She was confused. Was she doing anything wrong? Was he done? Is this what it's like? One way or another, she felt small kisses on her collar bone as her eyes were closed. Small bites and sucks were what Bakugou did to her collarbone, leaving tiny red hickeys. Once she realized what he was doing, she smiled as she pulled his head up. She smiled before kissing him as he stood up without warning, setting her on his bed next to him in a cuddling position. They were still facing each other as his hand was cupping her face as he looked her deep in the eye. "Go to sleep, my love." He mocked tiredly as he closed his eyes with a tiny grin, earning one from her.

"Fuck off." She mumbled as she rolled her eyes, placing her forehead on his. She hadnt expected any if this, but she was glad it happened. And, sure enough, she fell asleep. The funny thing is, Bakugou didn't have any other attacks that night.

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𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝟻)

Chapter 5: The Bigger Picture

A/N: WOW! Y’all are so sweet and amazing <3 Here is Chapter 5. Tension is building, kinda. This is so s l o w burn that it’s hurting me. I kinda want this to be about more than just a romance tho? Especially in the beginning, but I am working on the other chapters, and where it is heading, I promise! Bare with me haha! Also I have no clue if those maps exist or if that’s even a thing. I’m just making it up, but it could be right haha. 

I practically dragged JJ through the front door of the Chateau. “What’s all this about Y/N” JJ finally asked as you both walked through the kitchen. I pulled my keys out of my pocket, fiddling on the keyring, finding the small golden key. I held it up to JJ, rattling the other keys, a smile plastered to my face. “A key? How exactly is that supposed to help us Y/N?” I rolled my eyes in response. I turned to the door, just on the side of the living room. 

My dad’s office. 

As long as I could remember, I was never allowed in there for extended periods of time. I would wander in some late nights when he left the door cracked, or to bring him a glass of water and a snack. I could see him now thinking back, hunched over the desk, glasses low on his nose, pen in one hand, the other holding the map that he was marking up. 

“Ah. Y/N. Taking care of your old man, making sure I stay alive I see” and he would chuckle, but I didn’t. I left, and days later her disappeared, he was killed all because of that stupid shipwreck, just like my brother. 

I rummaged through a few things, pulling binders down and looking through the first few pages. JJ looked over at me, honestly worried. I mean if I was watching someone else in my position I probably would be too. I know I probably looked crazy, I was grasping at short, short straws. It was all because I was not ready to give up on my brother just yet. I found the binder labeled “Ship maps”. I pulled it out and handed it to JJ. Okay, maybe this was a little far-fetched, but it was something. 

JJ took it carefully out of my hand. He hesitantly looked at me before looking down at the map, slowly unfolding it. I started to tap my fingers against the table. My nerves were on edge as JJ looked between the map he was unfolding and me. His hand reached down to cover mine that was tapping at an annoyingly fast pace. I bit my lip as he looked over the map. 

He furrowed his brows and looked up at me. “What am I looking at exactly?” He questioned. I laid the map out on the table. I couldn’t blame him, if my dad had not been into this stuff I wouldn’t know what was happening either. 

“Okay so here,” I pointed to one of the lines that were on the page, and traced it down the coast of North Carolina, to where it landed in a port in Charleston, “is the route that the ship was recorded to talk, based off of the sonar and the GPS in it. Ya know, the kinda thing that the bigger, hauling, cargo ships have? For the long trips?” I finished looking for the key. 

JJ slowly nodded his head looking at me. He could tell I might be on to something, he just was not quite sure yet. I flipped up the side of the map, just the first panel, and it showed an elaborate excel table, filled with numbers and symbols. “Here” I pointed to one of the highlighted symbols along the path that I previously traced, “Is…” I took my other hand to skim the table to the side, trying to find the matching color and symbol. “Ah. Here.” I tapped the symbol in the table, JJ leaned closer to me making my breath hitch involuntarily, we were so close, we were touching, practically no space between us. “See here it says that this ship reached 35.1146° N, 75.9810° W, on Saturday, May 14th, 2007, at…” I followed the line with my finger, 16:45” I finished my rant. 

“Okay.” JJ breathed out, his brows still knitted close together. I could see the worry in his eyes. At this moment I could not see it, but he thought I might have been going crazy, things are starting to get to me.”Y/N, this is great, but I don’t know what this has to do with John B.” He sighed. “But I'm not gonna lie, a girl who knows her way around the ocean, the commanding voyage out to sea, boss babe style, kinda hot Y/N” JJ joked, trying to lighten the mood and his worry, then he realized how close we were, but he didn’t move. 

I let out a laugh. It felt natural, which was nice. “I'm being serious JJ,” I said, still laughing and pushing his shoulder back. 

“Whatever you say,” He paused. “Princess.” I rolled my eyes looking back over the map. “What does all this mean though? How is this map, from before we knew what the Merchant was, going to help us find John B?” 

“Ah, you have to think bigger JJ. You see if we can get the coordinates of the Phantom’s last signals, where it was found, or where it could have been between last night and when they pulled it up, we can cross-reference that, with any boats that may have come through. If we can somehow get a map from any of those larger companies, maybe the ferries, hell we might even be able to get it off the internet. We can see if any boats came around then start from there?” I said, but it sounded like a question. “I know that it’s barely anything, but it’s something JJ!’ I continued rambling. “If the ships picked up JB and Sarah, pulled them on board, then  maybe…” I didn’t know how to finish the thought. I looked up from the scattered maps to JJ. 

JJ stared blankly at the maps then up at me. He both put his hand on the sides of my face and just looked at me. He probably thought I was crazy, that I was losing my mind. “You’re a genius Y/N” He then placed a quick dramatic kiss on the top of my forehead. “Seriously, I never would have even thought to look into any of that.” He stepped back. I was slightly taken about by his actions had we always been this touchy with one another when John B was around. “So where the hell do we start Nancy Drew?” JJ said, rubbing his hands together making me laugh. 

“The ferry would be a good place?” I said shrugging my shoulders. “But I haven't exactly thought that far ahead” I laughed a little, and saw a smile still on JJ’s face.

“Then we’ll start at the ferry’s office!”  JJ said moving out of the office. I looked up and around the room. At all the research that my father did. All the books that line the walls, the maps hung up, all of it. I wanted to get rid of it. My skin felt hot and I could feel it turning red. I gripped the table tightly, hoping the anger would pass. A picture frame on the wall caught my attention. I lifted it from the hook it was sitting on. In the frame was a picture of the Royal Merchant, labeled and matted. Stuck on the outside of the glass, covering the lower corner of the Merchant was a picture of the three of us, John B, my dad, and I. It was taken a few summers ago by our neighbor, we had come back from a long day out on the boat fishing. I felt tears start to form in my eyes. My back was facing the door so I didn’t see JJ enter the room. He came up behind me, putting his hands on either of my shoulders. He looked down at the photos in my hands. 

I reached one hand up to wipe a stray tear. I was so sick of crying. “I can’t believe that a shipwreck from the 1800s made me lose two of the most important people in my life.” 

“I know” JJ spun me around to look at him. “You have a plan,” He said smiling

“We’ve got a plan” I corrected him. “Actually, before we head out on this chase, do you think you could help me with something?” I said softly. 

“Anything,” JJ replied. The worried look still in his eyes.  

“Can you help me clean up here?” I looked around at the mess, from when I got here, and the mess that I had just made. “I don’t know, I just want to clean it up, lock the door, and not think about it for a while,” I said, starting to fold-up maps. 

“Of course.” JJ smiled starting to close up binders and arrange them on the shelf. “If  you were going to use me as a maid Routledge, you could have at least bought me one of those cute costumes?” 

I pretended to gag. “JJ that is an image that I did not need in my head.” 

“You may not have needed it, but I bet you’re enjoying it.” He winked in my direction. I felt the blush creeping back onto my face. 

“In your dreams J,” I said with a laugh. 

CH 6

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hii congrats on 1.4k!! can i request 🔮 for male marauders and golden trio era? my pronouns are she/her, i’m gryffindor, i laugh in situations i shouldn’t be laughing at, i’m very friendly and i act the same around a person i know for 5 minutes and a person i know for years, i’m loud when talking, i’m too kind for my own sake, i get annoyed easily but everyone says i’m funny then, i get nervous easily especially around a person i like and i get especially loud then, i love nature and swimming and i love dancing but i’m really bad at it,, thank you!!

thank you so much! yes yes of course!

male marauders ship - james potter

when james first heard your laugh, he immediately fell in love. he was in detention and had heard your laugh from outside the classroom. you were walking through the halls w marlene and dorcas as you all had a free period. james turned his head and fell even more as he saw your face. he then realised it was you, gryffindor prefect and top of all your classes. sirius had always thought you were a know-it-all, but james thought you were funny and pretty and he was determined to get to know you better.

so after detention, he went to his house to find you. luckily, you were studying w remus and lily. he walked up to you all suave and gave you a little smirk, to which you reacted by just staring at him while sweating profusely. little did he know, you also liked him. but ofc he didnt know that, not yet, so his smile faltered and he gave you a warm, polite smile instead and said “hi, y/n. i’m james potter. we have potions and DADA together.” he held his hand out for you to shake and you stared at it for a good few seconds before laughing. youre like “y-you, you know my name? ohmygod, haha- WOW. s-sorry, i-i’m not usually this um, giggly. HAHA” and james just grins and says “no worries love. do you mind accompanying to hogsmeade this weekend” and youre like “… alright…” and james is sooo happy hehe. “it’s a date!” he exclaimed before running up to his dorm to find sirius to tell him the good news. the wait for the weekend was painful for both of you, but def worth it.

you met him at the gates, looking beautiful as usual. james complimented you like 100 timed in the first 5 minutes, you were grinning like a child who just got their christmas wish. you two strolled around the town, james ending up buying everything for you 💀. you open up to him pretty quickly and you two bounce from topic to topic seamlessly. at the end of the night, you two were at hog’s head and (ik this sounds like a muggle thing but shhh) they had karaoke night and lily and remus sung a duet, to which james pulled you up from your seat in surprise. at first you're confused and are like "wth???" and james is like "dance with me, darling!" and you're like "HAHA NO" and james frowns and asks why and you pull him close and say "i'm horrible at dancing, james. althought i will admit, i love it," you chuckle. and james is like "perfect! here, i'll teach you, m'kay?" and you're not so sure but yk james won't let up so you follow him to the dance floor.

he puts your arms around his neck and he puts his hands on the middle of your back, not too high, not too low, and you two start dancing. james at first is impressed and is like "you're not half bad, l/n." but he's spoken too soon bc you then begin to step on his feet as you two sway faster. and he's like "OW OW OW!" and you pull away from him and is like "ah im so sorry. i didn't mean to :((" and he just shrugs, "it's alright. no worries. here, lemme teach you". and he takes you in his arms again. "just follow my lead, okay. relax and just feel the music. if you panic, just stop, look at my feet, and regroup, m'kay?" and you nod tentatively and he smiles and you two start swaying. for the first 3 minutes, your eyes are at his feet, watching his and making sure you don't trip again and hurt his toes. and a few minutes later, you are dancing like a pro! (you step on his feet still... but only a few times so its not that bad hehe).

male golden trio ship - fred weasley

fred made smth blow up in hagrid's face (bless his soul) and the whole class went silent except for you. fred and george were laughing, but they were keeping it quiet while you were literally honking. your whole face gets hot with embarrassment as you realise you're the only one laughing and everyone is staring at you. you look down in shame at your desk as you feel everyone's judging eyes on you. well, not everyone is judging hehe. hargrid ends up taking 15 points from your house, 10 for the prank, 5 for you laughing (oops...). hagrid continues class and everyone goes back to paying attention to him except for fred. he's staring at you the whollleeee time.

you're two grades below him (u two are 5th and 7th year but ill age u up to 16 instead of 15 since he’s 17:)) so honestly he's never really noticed you outside of the common room before. you are friends w ron tho so ofc he knows of you and has seen you around the school, but he's never really paid attention to you before until now. and he glad he finally did because you are gorgeousss. after class, he ends up approaching you and ofc you're starstruck bc your best friend's cool, funny, hot older brother is talking to you.

he's like "i noticed you were laughing at my prank. you think that was funny?" and his tone kinda makes you scared bc he's really serious, but you end up nodding really slowly. his serious face breaks into a happy one as he says "great! at least someone was amused. say, you're friends with my baby brother, right?" he asks. and you're like "um... yeah..." and he says "great! well, why don't you take a break from hanging out w my loser brother and hang out w me tonight? george and i are planning a few more pranks." your jaw drops to the mf floor and youre like “uh. um yeah… s-sure” and fred’s like “😁😁😁 GREAT. see u then, l/n!” and your heart goes 🦋🦋🦋 and youre like “alright.. see you then”

so like you tell your friends, harry ron and hermione, abt your plans and harry is like “cool cool. tell us how it goes!” and hermione and you are giggling abt you hanging out w a boy two years up from you. and ron’s like “yeah whateva. have fun ig🙄” and hes just jealous bc his cool olders brothers are stealing his best friend but you reassure him you’re still his bff and youll hang out w him after/the next day. A

NYWAYS so it comes time and you step into the common room, confused as there was no one there. so you go and sit on the couch to wait but as you sit down, fred’s face immediately emerges from nowhere and you literally trip over and fall into him (which youre freaked out bc you cant see his body) but the invisibility cloak drops and he puts his arms around you quickly and holds you up just as your abt to fall. and your faces are literally like millimeters apart. and you think youre abt to kiss but fred pulls away and helps stabilize you before grabbing his cloak. youre like all shy again and he just smiles and says hello and sits down in the couch. you follow him in suit and he explains what the invisibility cloak is. then he gets out all his toys and prank stuff and you’re honestly really interested and you even give him ideas for new pranks and yk he likes you like 1000 times more hehe.

you two end up talking for a few hours and you emerge out of your shell and fred is very happy bc he now sees like the real you. a few hours later and your curled up on the couch, head on his shoulder and youre about to fall asleep (super romantic). fred then mentions george and youre like “oh wait. how come he isnt here?” and fred’s like “hes w angelina. his gf” and youre like “oooh” and then you boldly ask “do you have a gf” and you lift your head up from his shoulder and your face is so close to his, not as close as before, but you can feel his breath on your lips. and he looks you in the eyes and is like “no” and youre like “do you like anyone?” and as he speaks he looks down at your lips, “yeah. i think i do” and you think you know its you bc well like, how can you not in this moment. and youre like “who?” and hes like “you” AND THEN (im sorry this shit is so long but im living the dream) he leans in and your lips touch and you kiss and its all 😍🦋😏😁😋😩🥰🤩😽👻. lol anyways you pull away and are like 😳 and fred is like 😏 “ill see u tmrw right?” and youre like “y-yeah…” and you watch as he stood up and collects his stuff and leaves you. once you know hes gone, you stand up and start squealing and jumping around hehe and you run upstairs to tell hermione.

next morning, fred finds you at lunch and asks you point blank if you wanna be his gf and youre like “yes duh.” and you two then become official! so even tho fred is a prankster and is always carefree and stuff, he does have a compassionate side that comes out when he feels need be. hes so supportive too and he treats you like a mf queen. he’ll literally buy you anything and will do anything for you. he also plays jokes on u which you get him back and hes very impressed w your creativity and boldness.

so during breaks and summers, you visit the burrow and you two often hang out outside near the willow tree in their yard. you two also go swimming in the lake (let’s pretend its a big lake not a pond lol). its super nice and relaxing especially on like 90 degree days where you two are melting. you two always are splashing each other and laughing loudly. sometimes you two just cuddle and drink pumpkin juice and talk about what fred is gonna do now that he’s outta school. tbh youre afraid that once you go back to school and youre apart, youll grow apart, but fred always assure you two that you wont bc you two are soulmates <3

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