#and my head's starting to hurt. i was packing w/ socks today :) and it made me think of you 'FUCK I BLED ON MY DICK' post

[synonymroll648]

okay so trans storytime with s! this one has a happy ending :)

it's october 2021. i have known i was not cisgender for about a year. i've been out as genderqueer for a couple months. due to the previously discussed "men are evil" shit i'd internalized, i am firmly in denial about the fact that i'm a guy even though it's pretty fucking obvious i'm male.

so, i'm at homecoming with my friends, we're vibing, and one friend decides she wants to take photos. we take one photo as a group, then she takes one of the boys, then says we should take one photo of the girls. then she looks over at me in my short-hair-suit-and-tie glory and goes "well, girls and s!"

i appreciate that she's not calling me a girl, but something feels more uncomfortable than if i'd just been left out of the picture altogether. if i had to do gendered photos, i think i would have rather been grouped with the boys. i don't know how to say any of this. i take the girls-and-s photo and wish i had the balls (pun intended) to be in the boys' photo.

somehow i don't recognize this as a sign that perhaps i am a boy.

fast forward to august 2023. i'm at camp and we're having a dance. my group of friends taking photos. after we do one photo all together, the rest of the group splits up by gender. this time, i decide to join in the boys' photo, no one says anything weird, i look great, and now it's one of my favorite pictures. gender wins.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT DOES HAVE A HAPPY ENDING!! GENDER DOES WIN!!! that's super duper awesome growth in terms of trans acceptance, vv proud :DD

also. the 'wish i had the balls' joke made me smile. ty

#ask #gendiana jones #i was gonna respond to this sooner but then homework and crazy ex drama happened #and i went. ok this'll be a treat for when i go aight. time to head to bed #ok actually. before i go the fuck to sleep since i have to get up early tomorrow #and my head's starting to hurt. i was packing w/ socks today :) and it made me think of you 'FUCK I BLED ON MY DICK' post #which put a grin on my face because it was hilarious #anyway. eeping now. hopefully you are eeping too

[timeoverload]

Today was the worst day at work that I've had in years. I was there almost 12 hours. I got a 10 minute break for breakfast and 20 minutes for lunch. There were 5 add-on eye cases on top of an already busy schedule. I busted my ass all day. The surgeries weren't even done when I left. They weren't scheduled to be done until at least 8pm. Luckily my co-worker offered to finish out the day for me because she had to stay late anyway so I'm grateful for that. The cut off time for add-ons is supposed to be 5pm but I guess that doesn't matter anymore.

The eye coordinator was in a really bad mood. I understand why because I was also in a bad mood but she didn't have to take out her frustration on me. She yelled at me because I left 2 clamps out of a pan. I try to check things thoroughly but I'm only human and I fuck up sometimes. I'm so embarrassed. I process hundreds of pans a month and I rarely make mistakes. I was already upset about it but she made me feel a million times worse. I feel terrible because the doctor needed them and there weren't any peel packed so she had to find something else to use. She gave me the nastiest look when she saw me leaving. We had been getting along better but I'm assuming she's going to start acting really petty towards me again because of that. It's so fucking stupid and no one else gets that mad at me about that stuff. I am going to apologize to her again tomorrow and tell her I will try harder to slow down to check my pans to make sure everything is there. I'm not trying to make anyone's day more difficult. I always try my best to help out the surgical techs to make their days easier but it's never good enough. I want to give up and I don't know why I bother trying anymore.

My back is killing me even though I wore my brace all day but that doesn't surprise me anymore. My ankles are so swollen and I have bruises from my socks. I'm so dizzy and my head hurts. I know I should probably take a shower and eat but I don't want to do either of those things. I'm not even hungry so at least I ate earlier. Maybe I will eat a snack later or something. I'm too tired and I don't care right now.

I don't want to go back tomorrow at all but I don't have a choice. I have to keep doing it even if it's killing me. I don't have eye cases in the morning so I will be in decontam for 2 hours so I'm not excited for that. I have some cases in the afternoon so I really hope I don't have to stay as late and I'm going to be pissed if I do.

I really don't want to go to that party this weekend now. I know I'm not going to feel good at all. Also, that creepy guy in my department is going and he was asking me if I was going to be there and I said that I didn't know. He was asking me what kind of alcohol I like because he was planning on bringing some. He was talking about how he wanted to make his "special" lemonade. That sounds sketchy to me. I wouldn't want to drink anything that he makes and I don't trust him as it is. I don't think I would have much fun anyway so I'm probably just going to stay home. I don't want to put myself in an uncomfortable situation. I'm not going to say anything to anyone about it right now so I don't disappoint anyone.

I also went out to the back hallway to get a drink and noticed my co-worker had some tarot card stickers on her water bottle. One of them is almost identical to that photo of that tattoo you posted on Sunday. I thought that was kind of eerie.

Also, the 3 of swords tarot card is relevant to my situation. I have been feeling very sad and disappointed about our relationship for a long time. I just want us all to be a family and I don't want to be separated anymore. It has been very traumatic and confusing for me because I don't understand what the problem is. It's truly breaking my heart and I am very depressed.

I have driven so many miles and have probably spent at least a couple thousand dollars to try to prove how much I care about you. I have been so loyal and I can't see myself wanting to be with anyone else but you. I never want to be with anyone else.

I have done my best to be open and honest with you about everything. You have encouraged me to be better. I have grown a lot as a person and I'm trying to be the best person that I can be. I have worked so hard and I will continue working on myself.

I love your art so much and I'm so proud that I get to carry it with me wherever I go for the rest of my life. You are so talented. It's not about the tattoos though... I just really enjoy spending time with you and you make me so happy. It sucks that we can't spend time together when I'm not getting tattooed. No one else has ever made me as happy as you make me. I always look forward to seeing you. You are my perfect match. I am literally obsessed with you. I think you are so handsome and you always look good to me. You will always be my favorite person. I am so grateful for our special connection and it is such a blessing.

I wish you could come see me somehow because I miss you every day. I'm constantly reminded of you everywhere I go. Although I don't mention it, I see you in my dreams often. I have had dreams about you for years, even before we met.

I'm not doing very well at all and I'm so tired and sick. I'm trying so hard to keep moving and stay strong but I'm scared I am going to die. I feel like I'm not going to make it. I'm afraid that one of these days my body is going to give out on me and I'm just not going to wake up in the morning. I don't want that to happen and I'm terrified. This is serious and I don't want to die alone without you. I need you to be here now. I want to hug you.

I don't know what I'm doing wrong and it's killing me. What do I need to do? How many times do I have to try to come see you before you believe me? How long do I have to wait for us to finally be together? What is getting in the way? I have so many questions and I just want to understand. I'm so discouraged but I'm trying not to let it get to me.

I'm so tired and it's very difficult for me to articulate my feelings right now. I just want you to know how important you are to me. You have made such a positive impact on my life. I'm so thankful that I know you.

Maxwell, I would do anything for you and I'm not giving up. I really hope that we can overcome whatever obstacle is in the way so that we can finally be together. I will love you forever no matter what.

💖💖💖💖💖💖

I can't think straight anymore so I need to get ready for bed soon. I stayed up way too late last night. I am so exhausted and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open right now. I'm not sure how much time I will be able to spend on the internet this week. I don't want anyone to think that I am ignoring them. I'm going through a lot right now but I will do my best to stay positive and continue to work hard. I'm glad that I get to vent on here because it makes me feel a lot better. Thank you again to everyone that checks on me and listens to me. I appreciate you all. I hope you all have a good night and enjoy the rest of your week.

#personal

[seiyasabi]

Fixation

(This is a Yandere Yelena x Fem Reader story ;)) This takes place in a Modern AU outside of the anime, and I won’t justify my reasoning lmao 

TW: Coercion, !Drugging!, Manipulation, !Noncon!, !Dubcon!, Daddy kink (ehehe), spanking, she’s a straight up Dom w her tall ass, kinda a meanie, degradation!, handcuffs!, use of sex toys!, Overstim!, size kink!, dumbification?, unwanted filming!, etc.. 

Proceed with caution! Sorry if this is too self indulgent lmao, when women (lesbians) talk to me, I become the biggest idiot to ever exist :)) ) 

Today wasn’t the best day to wear a skirt. 

Begrudgingly smoothing down the lilac fabric of your skirt, you huff indignantly. All you wanted to do was look cute for your crush, Marco, but it seems that that was too much to ask for. 

Your white sweater, at least, keeps you somewhat warm from the harsh wind. It’s tucked into the waistband of your high waisted skirt, and your thigh high socks push the fat of your cute thighs out slightly. The sound of your white sneakers against the pavement is drowned out by your classmates’ loud voices, and you’re seemingly unaware of a certain black-eyed glare. 

Seeing your classroom come into view, you hurry inside, sliding into your lab assigned seat. Eyeing the dark haired male of your dreams, you can’t help but sigh pathetically at the fact that he hasn’t noticed you. Up until recently, the two of you were great friends-always hanging out and texting one another. But, the moment the both of you picked up this class, everything changed. 

Hearing the seat next to you slide open, you glance up at your seatmate. Smiling up at the tall woman, you greet her kindly, “Hi, Lena! How’re you today?” 

The Russian exchange student smirks down at you, as she plops onto the seat, “Good, now that you’re here.” 

Laughing at her gruff words, you wave her off, “You always say that,” Zipping open your backpack, you pull out your class notes, “What’re you going to do this weekend?”

Her smirk widens, dark eyes gleaming, “Why? Asking me on a date?” You laugh once more, completely oblivious to her hopeful tone. 

“You’re so funny, Lena,” Pulling out your pack of multicoloured pens, you start to set up for your class, “I just heard you speaking with Annie about ‘something big’ the other day, so I became curious.” 

Not one to acknowledge boundaries, the blonde woman starts to play with your (hair/sweater), “I’m throwing a party, one you should come to,” Her tone leaves no room to negotiate, but you don’t really notice. Nodding, you smile up at her. 

“Sounds fun! When is it and who’s going?” Her hand trails down to your thigh, fiddling with your sock. Brushing off your mild alarm at her ministrations, you justify her actions through your cultural differences. 

“Tonight at eight. Annie and her friends should be there, same with Marco and a few others,” She name dropped the kind man on purpose, knowing your misguided infatuation with him. If only you knew how much of a pussy he is. All she did was threaten him once, and suddenly he stayed clear of you. It made her life easier, sure, but it annoyed her that he dropped you like a gutted fish. You’re too good for that. 

Pulling out your phone, you pull up your calendar, showcasing that you have no plans this evening, “Okay, I can go!” 

Her smirk grows wider than before, “Great,” Yelena’s accent seemingly grows thicker, her r rolling more harshly than before. 

With that, class begins without a hitch; Yelena’s hand still glued to your perfect thigh. 

-

Stepping out of your car, you readjust your new outfit. Keeping the thigh highs from earlier, you changed your lilac skirt for a black, body con one, along with a cropped, black long sleeve shirt that accentuates your cleavage. 

Slamming your car door shut, you lock it with your key, before heading towards Yelena’s luxurious flat. You can hear low music and voices from her open top floor balcony, multiple shadows moving inside her home. 

With a fast beating heart, you can’t help but hope that Marco will speak with you tonight. With that hope deep in your chest, you step inside the fancy building’s lobby. Approaching the front desk, you go to show them your ID, but are met with brightly smiling faces. 

“Go on up to the tenth floor, (Your Name)! Yelena already told us that you’re coming!” Surprise overcomes your form. Why do they know you by appearance alone? You’ve never even been here before. 

“Oh, okay! Thank you,” Deciding to ignore the weird situation at hand, you head towards the lift. Pressing the button, you wait a few moments, before stepping into the open lift doors. The sleek metal walls reflect your appearance back at you, whilst you press the pristine ‘10’ button. With a small beep, the lift begins to move, practically flying at top speed to the top floor. 

Once at the tenth floor, the doors fly open, showing what looks to be a living room. You can’t help but gawk at the large flat displayed before you. Your classmate must be quite wealthy to afford a place like this. 

You awkwardly make your way inside, and are immediately greeted by the party’s host, “Hey, (Your Name), welcome!” You’re side hugged by a buff arm, practically slammed into Yelena’s torso. 

“Hey, thanks for having me!” You pat her back in an attempt to have her let you go, but instead, it seems to spur her on. She drags you towards a large L-shaped couch, which is filled by Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt. A handful of others sit at her dining room table and kitchen counter, the open concept allowing everyone to see and speak to each other comfortably. 

Reiner glances up from the story he’s telling Historia and Ymir, a grin painting his handsome features, “Whoa, that’s a new look for you, (Your Name)!” 

Multiple eyes are suddenly glued to your now self conscious form, an uneasy smile on your face, “Hello, everyone.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look great! It’s just really different from your normal, cute clothes,” People nod and agree with the large man, causing you to break out in a nervous sweat. 

“Well, I hope I don’t look too bad,” You joke halfheartedly, “I just wanted to try something new.” 

Yelena takes your appearance in, practically salivating. Whilst she does enjoy your usual clothing, this look fits you quite well. 

“You look very nice,” Bertholdt reassures soothingly, patting the spot by him, “You can sit next to me, if you’d like.”

The short haired woman glued to your side reacts immediately, “No, the girl needs a drink,” Annie shoots her a knowing look, which she nods to in response. You’re practically ragdolled to the kitchen bar, as the conversation starts up once more. Once at the marble countertop, the large woman releases you in favour of pouring you a cup of spiked punch, “This is very good. Made it myself.” 

You give her a bright smile, accepting the red solo cup, “Cool! I’m sure it’s delicious!” Bringing the cup to your (lipstick/chapstick/lipgloss) coated lips, you take a small sip. A burst of fruity goodness explodes on your tastebuds, making your eyes widen in surprise. You can’t taste a drop of alcohol in it, “Wow! This is really good!” 

A proud grin overtakes her lips, as she nods her thanks, “Of course it is. I knew you were coming, after all,” You laugh in response, and take another sip of the red liquid. 

“I see! Well, you have a very nice home!” The tall woman leans against the counter, holding herself up with an arm that goes behind your form. 

“Thank you. It’s very spacious. I find myself lonely at times,” Her large, black eyes stare down at you, trying to send you a message through them alone. 

“Oh, well, have you tried getting a roommate? Maybe the flat won’t be so empty,” She nods at your words. 

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Would you be my roommate?” You laugh, thinking that she’s joking. Not bothering to look up, as you take another swig of your drink, you don’t see the somewhat hurt look on her face. 

“That would be something! Not only are we seatmates, but we’re also roommates,” You giggle some more, taking more sips of your delicious drink, “But, your flat is a lot nicer than mine. I may take up on your offer.”

Looking up, you see her grin at you approvingly, “Yes, that would be nice,” What you don’t know is that her lease is almost up, making it so she has paperwork she needs to fill out. Paperwork that would look great with your co-sign on it. 

-

Three drinks in, and you’re feeling a bit woozy. Typically, you’re not a lightweight, but it seems that you are tonight. 

Leaning your upper body onto Yelena’s strong form, you laugh hysterically at something Reiner says, “Oh my God, you’re hilarious-” You cut yourself off with a snort, causing the entire room to laugh at your cute giggling. 

The short haired woman you’re currently using as a pillow holds you tenderly, a pleased smile on her face. The stuff Annie gave her works very well. 

“Man, if you weren’t Yelena’s girl, I would’ve cuffed you a semester ago!” Reiner roars wholeheartedly, slapping the leather couch below him. 

In your cloudy mind, you barely understand the words he just said, “Haha, wha-?” 

Pushing your head into her breasts, Yelena shushes you, “My poor baby is such a lightweight,” She and the others chuckle at that understatement, “I think it’s time to turn in for the night.”

Her civil way of kicking everyone out was enough, as everyone trickles out of her luxurious flat. Once the last person leaves, Yelena stands to her feet, scooping you up in her buff arms. She goes to her lift, pressing the lock input, she types in the lock code, not allowing anyone in or out of her home. Your high mind can barely comprehend what’s going on around you. 

She hums an unknown tune, as she goes up her steps to her master bedroom. Kicking open the door, she flips on her bedroom light with her elbow, before shutting the door with her foot. Sauntering to her California King sized bed, she lays your drugged out form on her light grey coloured sheets. 

“-Lena, wha-” Your head lulls to the side as you giggle uncontrollably, “-Are- are we dating?” She hums in response, starting to pull down your skirt. 

“Yes, my Darling Girl,” She smooches your forehead, “We’ve been together since I moved here,” Pulling your skirt’s fabric down and off of your legs, she tosses it on the floor, exposing your pink panties. 

“Bu-but, I like Marco,” You weakly attempt to push her grabby hands away from you, “I-I wan’ Marco!” 

The feelings of disgust, envy, and fury overwhelm her all at once. How dare you! She’s always treated you so well, that spineless fucker doesn’t deserve anything from you! He especially doesn’t deserve your wonderful heart! 

She says nothing, grabbing your blouse, and chucking it off of you. Your breasts jiggle at her ministrations, your bra just barely containing your tits. Seeing your almost bare, perfect body makes her pussy tingle, but her anger outweighs her arousal. 

Settling on the bed, she grasps your boneless body, and pulls you over her knees. You’re still muttering and questioning the validity of your relationship, all whilst saying that horrible boy’s name, causing her to cup the fat of your ass and squeeze harshly. 

“Baby, you know better than to say those horrible things. I love you very much, and it hurts to hear you say that.” 

Your breasts, arms, and head rest over her left knee, as you try to look up at her stern face, “But-”

“No buts, you know what happens when you act like a brat,” She slaps your ass experimentally, earning a pained yelp. A small smirk covers her lips, and she hits your ass as hard as she can. 

“‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Your pleading is cute, so cute. 

“I know you didn’t, Princess. But I have to remind you of your place,” She slams her hand down once more, jolting your entire body. A shrill cry leaves your lips, as you try to move off of her lap, but seemingly can’t find the strength to do so. 

After five more smacks, the blonde pulls you onto her lap in a straddling position. One of her arms wraps around your top half, pushing your crying face into her neck. The other is wrapped around your waist, hand smoothing over your bruising ass, and playing with the hem of your panties. 

“Don’t cry, Princess. You know I had to set you straight,” She coos, “Your stupid, little brain is far too gone to understand at the moment, but you will once you sober up. So, for now, let your Daddy make you feel good.” 

You mutter nonsensical words in between your sobs, but the large woman isn’t put off. After she’s done with you, you’ll never think of that freckled fuck ever again. At least, you won’t unless you want him dead. 

Wrestling your pliant body to the mattress once more, she leaves you on the bed by yourself, before rolling onto the left side. Opening the top drawer of her nightstand, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, a battery powered hitachi wand, duct tape, and a small bottle of lube. Setting them on the bed by your writhing form, she quickly makes her way back to you. 

“Shh, it’s alright, Princess. I’m right here,” Yelena reaches under you, fiddling with your bra’s hooks until it pops open, allowing her to slide your useless arms out of the garment. Tossing it aside, she sucks in a deep breath, enjoying the view of your plush chest. Experimentally, she pinches your right nipple, relishing the small moan you let out at the feeling. Gripping the handcuffs next to you, she feeds your dainty wrists through the opening, popping the pink, plush cuffs on tightly. Happy with the result, she continues her endeavour. 

Moving farther down your body, she leaves your socks on, loving how your thigh fat squishes up a bit. Grabbing the hem of your cute, pink panties, she pushes them off of you, exposing your pretty cunny. It separates from you with a small string of slick, filling Yel with a sense of satisfaction. You’re her perfect pain slut, aren’t you? 

Pushing on your pliant legs open, she smiles happily down at you, dark eyes blown wide open, “Awe, is your slutty pussy wet for me?” 

You shake your head rapidly, disorienting yourself more than before, “Nu-no! It’s not!” She clicks her tongue teasingly, her smile growing wider than before. 

“Don’t lie to me, Princess. Now I have to punish you once more,” Forcing your legs open, she holds them down with her own, straddling your waist. Her large form easily overpowers you, as she grabs the blue hitachi wand, and flips it on to the highest setting. Pushing it against your clit with a swift motion, your entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation. A loud whine leaves your lips, as you try to buck it off of your sensitive cunny. 

“Puh-please! Take it off! It’s too much!” Yelena snickers in delight, ignoring your pleading. Grabbing the duct tape from beside you, she rips off a few long strips, before smacking them onto your skin and the vibrator, effectively keeping it attached to you. 

Your moans and whimpers continue to grow louder and louder, as you try your best not to cum. You bite your lips in the hopes of stifling yourself, but it does little to help. If anything, it just spurs the large woman on. 

“Go on, cum for me, cum for Daddy,” You shake your head, a few keens falling from your mouth, as she watches in awe at the way your cunny leaks and clenches around nothing. 

Your toes curl in ecstasy as you cum, a loud whine escaping you. A gush of your orgasm flows from you, wetting the blonde woman and the mattress below. Two long, slender fingers prod at your slick pussy, forcing themselves inside your sensitive walls. 

“Good Girl, You’re so Good for me,” They Start to move in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting your g-spot repeatedly with how long her fingers are.  

“Too much! Too much!” You cry, as she quickly brings you over the edge once more. 

More slick sprays from your cunny, as overstimulation begins to set in. Yelena captures your lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into your mouth. The kiss is wet and hot, as she grips at your plush chest. 

“No, no it’s not, Baby. It’s not enough,” Fumbling with her fly, she releases the strap she’s been wearing all night. In all honesty, she’s surprised that you hadn’t noticed the bulge or felt it underneath your ass earlier. It’s a good ten inches in length, and around 5.5 inches of girth. 

It is pretty intimidating for most, but due to your fucked out stupor, it should feel amazing for you. Grabbing the lube, she squeezes a small amount onto the silicone cock, smoothing it over the toy in sync with her fingers pumping inside of you. 

Deeming the toy and your cunny ready, she makes the next move. Sliding off of your numb legs, she stands to her feet, towering over you in all of her glory. Hefting you up and off of the mattress, she quickly punched your back against her pristine, white wall. Forcing your arms around the back of her head, she continues to kiss your drooly mouth vigorously. 

Wrapping your legs around her slender waist, her large leg muscles and arms work to hold you up. Guiding your dripping cunny over the tip of her strap, she slowly sinks you onto it. 

A keen of both surprise and pleasure rips out of your throat, as you grip onto her short, blonde locks. Giggling, she bucks her hips into yours sharply, causing you to orgasm on the spot. The vibrator and her strap on feels like heaven. 

Throwing your head back in bliss, you feel your arousal drip onto her dress pants, creating even more wet spots than before. Separating from your lips, she grins down at you. 

“Look at you, dirty Girl,” She spanks your ass harshly with one hand, as she continues a hardcore pace. The tip of the silicone cock batters against your cervix, causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain, “You love it when Daddy ruins your pussy, don’t you?” 

Too fucked out to think properly, you nod your head vigorously, “Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I love Daddy’s cock!” She kisses your cheek tenderly, not stopping her thrusts for even a moment. Moving her lips down your vulnerable neck, she starts to suck the tender skin, leaving dark love marks on your pretty skin. 

“Mmm, good Princess! Since you’re such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat. Do you want a treat? Does your dumb little mind even understand what I’m saying?” You nod once again, eyes teary and pleading. 

“Yes! Yes! I want a treat, please, Daddy!” Smirking against your skin, she reaches into her pocket from around your thigh. 

“Since you asked so nicely-“ She presses the injector lever, shooting a large load of fake cum into your gummy, needy pussy. You cum almost immediately, this clearly being the biggest orgasm of the night, as you practically convulse and squirt a geyser of cum all over the place, “I think you deserve Daddy’s cum inside you.” 

You practically sob at the overstimulation and the feeling of being so full, “Thank you! Thank you, Daddy!” You kiss her of your own volition, surprising the large woman. Her heart warms, loving how you’ve become so submissive. 

Cradling you’re form to her muscular body, she saunters back towards the bed, pushing any other objects off and into the night side table. 

Placing you on the now dry sheets, she quickly flicks off the vibrator still taped to your clit, before placing it on the table beside her. Plucking off the duct tape, she then takes off your handcuffs, effectively freeing you. Instead of moving away from the woman, you lay there tiredly, no longer processing the situation. 

Sighing in content, Yelena grabs a hand towel from the drawer she keeps her sex toys in, and wrestles it under your hips. Smiling, she removes the strap from inside of you, enjoying the sight of the fake cum flooding out of you. 

Laying next to you, she pulls your head into her chest, curling around you as if she were a safety blanket. 

“You did well, Princess,” You don’t say anything, snuggling into her warmth, “Go to sleep, tomorrow we’ll announce our official status, okay?” 

An slurred ‘Okie’ is heard, before you slip into unconsciousness. Cupping your face in appreciation, her dark eyes glance in the direction of a small green light coming from her video camera. 

Now you’ll have to date her; after all, you wouldn’t want your sex tape to get out, would you? 

#yelena #yelena x reader #yandere yelena #yandere aot #yelena brainrot #yelena aot #aot x reader #yelena thirst #yelena smut #yelena supremacy #yandere aot x reader

[ghostbustermelanieking]

Jmart with 1?

so i made this prompt entirely too complicated. i've kind of had this idea for a while and used this prompt as an excuse to write it lol. i need to put more safehouse fics out in the world, right? also can be found here on ao3

1. things you said at 1 a.m.

It's too cold, after leaving the Lonely. It shouldn't be this bloody cold in London in September—it feels like it's below zero—and Martin's teeth are chattering as they walk back from the Institute. His fingers are freezing. Jon's shivering, too, clutching Martin's hand with both of his, leaning towards Martin as if he is a heater. It feels like they need winter coats, hats and scarves and gloves to block the wind, but the wind isn't blowing at all; Jon Knows, without even trying, that it's really just 10°C outside. 

Martin hasn't completely shaken off the remnants of the Lonely yet. He's out of it, taking long moments to respond when Jon says anything; his eyes are still a faded gray. And he's shaking so hard that Jon can feel the vibrations all the way up his arm. He's tired. He keeps swaying into Jon's shoulder, unsteady on his feet. Hold on, Martin, Jon keeps saying. We'll be home soon. He squeezes Martin's hands. Numbly, slowly, Martin squeezes back. 

They go to Martin's flat, because Jon doesn't have one and the Institute isn't safe. Martin's fingers are numb with cold (Jon Knows without trying), fumbling around his key without getting a good hold on it before Jon reaches for it and asks if he should do it. Martin nods, quiet, and Jon lets them in. 

It isn't any warmer in Martin's flat. Not surprising, as deep as the Lonely had seeped into Martin, but it still hurts Jon a little to see, the cold seeping into his bones. They sit on the couch, vaguely speaking of dinner; Jon isn't hungry, but he knows Martin needs to eat, and so he presses the issue, thinking only of all the times in the beginning that Martin had pressed him to eat or brought him tea. He makes the tea this time, makes it the way he remembers Martin making it once, before the Unknowing, and brings the mugs into the living room. They never do make it to dinner; Martin is quiet, responding numbly, or not at all, to questions, and Jon isn't doing much better. Martin talks of moving to the bed—well, really, he tells Jon to take the bed and Jon says absolutely not, thinks It's your bed and I won't leave you alone —but it never happens. In the end, Martin falls asleep on the couch, his head tipped back against the back of the couch, his mouth half opening, shivering violently in his sleep, his tea going cold on the coffee table. 

Jon finds every blanket in the flat that he can and piles it over Martin, practically cocooning him in them. It's clumsy work; Martin's comforter keeps sliding off, and the afghan from the couch gets tangled in the extra quilts. But it looks warm, and that's all that matters, that Martin is warm. 

(There's fog in the flat, just a little, creeping over the floor. The Lonely is here with them, seeped into both of their bones, but it's sunk deeper into Martin, and all Jon can think is that he won't let him go. He won't let Martin be lost, not again. Not if he can help it.)

There are no blankets left. Jon pulls his own coat over himself, and then—trying not to feel too entirely pathetic—Martin's. It's large and warm, warmer than Jon's own; it smells like Martin, too, Jon's nose pressed against the collar. But Martin isn't gone this time, isn't off somewhere cloaked too heavily in fog for Jon to reach him; Martin is right here. Jon can hear his deep, shaking breaths, feel the comforting weight of him on the opposite side of the couch. 

He fumbles through the layers of coats and blankets and finds Martin's hand again. It is the warmest part of him, as he's falling asleep, his hand in Martin's. 

---

Jon and Martin sleep on the train to Scotland. They're both exhausted, both worn out, and both, somehow, still freezing. They shouldn't be this cold. Jon Knows they shouldn't be this cold. 

Martin's brought blankets, and he insists Jon take one; he's been better today, more there, more… Martin, and he wasn't happy that Jon didn't leave any blankets for himself the night before. Jon's so cold—even in a jumper and a coat, and with the sun coming through the window—that he doesn't argue. (Well. Only a little, only to see Martin's face screw up in mock irritation in a way that might make Jon melt a little inside.) He takes the blanket. It smells like Martin, too. 

They sleep, and Jon wakes up still cold, fingers still freezing, bones aching—except on one side, where he and Martin have slumped against each other, Jon's head on Martin's shoulder, and Martin's head against Jon's. The warmth seeps through the layers of blankets and coats and all of it. 

Jon stays there, leaning heavily into Martin, for a long time after he wakes up, not ready to move away from the warmth.

---

There aren't enough blankets in the safehouse. 

There is only one bed, which helps. One large bed—Daisy must have liked her space. But still: it makes the discussion over blankets easier. (They argue a little over who will take the bed; Martin tries to take the couch, and Jon tries to take the couch, and it begins to get ridiculous. It just makes sense, in the end, to share the bed.) Between the two of them, they pile the sheets, three quilts, and the blankets Martin brought on the bed. It still isn't enough. The bed stays freezing, and Martin stays freezing, too. He's been layering jumpers, scarves, even wooly hats, and pushing the same towards Jon; he looks like someone braving a blizzard, or sick with a cold, and Jon tells him so. He worries, afterwards, that he's crossed the line, made a joke about something distinctly unfunny (reverted back to a version of himself that he'd rather forget), but Martin just laughs a little and says, "If I'd known this would be the effect of working for Peter, I might've invested in more winter clothing." Jon laughs, too, and accepts the scarf and hat when Martin pushes it his way. 

There's a box of firewood out by an old shed. Jon doesn't bother speculating what it might be for. They build a fire in the hearth, that first night, and that helps. Read books they've both packed on the couch, their knees touching through the layers of blankets, and it's the most peaceful Jon's felt in a long time. 

The cold creeps back in, though. Even with the blankets, even with the ancient heating system in the house turned on, even with Martin in the bed with him ( Martin, who Jon has missed tremendously for seven months now). The cold and the fog and all of it; it creeps back in while they are sleeping, when Jon is too distracted to notice. 

He wakes up sometime in the middle of the night, shivering, teeth chattering. There is a quivering in the blankets, a sort of shaking, and Jon knows that Martin is shivering, too. The fog is creeping back in; somehow, the Lonely hasn't left them yet. Jon reaches out and brushes his fingers over Martin's arm; he hisses a little at the contact. One or both of them are as cold as ice; he isn't sure who anymore. 

His mind immediately begins racing, searching for any sort of alternative to the blankets and the jumpers and the socks and scarves. More jumpers in the suitcase, he thinks. The coats. Maybe they can conserve some warmth with the curtains, or some ridiculous thing like that. Anything to keep Martin warm. Somehow, two of the blankets have ended up on his side—Jon isn't sure why—so he attempts to rearrange them, pushing them over to Martin's side, and slides to the edge of the bed, ready to retrieve more things from the suitcase. But Martin's voice, rising blearily, sleepily from the other side of the bed—"J'n?"—stops Jon in his tracks. He hadn't realized that Martin was awake. 

Martin yawns, twisting in the covers, his teeth chattering a few more times. "What… what time s'it?

"1:07 a.m.," says Jon automatically. He shivers hard a few times on instinct, wraps his arms around himself. "I-I'm sorry, Martin, I-I… didn't mean to wake you."

"Mm, wasn' really sleeping anyway…" Martin yawns again, rubbing at his eyes. They look bigger, somehow, without his glasses, dark and soft in the dim light of the room, and Jon loves him so much. 

"I… I wanted to get you more blankets," Jon says, forgetting for a moment that there aren't any others—he revises, "O-or… something else to keep you warm. Something… y-you looked cold, I mean."

Martin blinks a few times in disbelief. Looks out at the blankets at the bed and pulls at the two knit ones from his own flat, like he can't believe they're there. "Jon, you… gave me the blankets back," he says, voice stiff thick with sleepiness. 

Jon chews at his lower lip, shudders all over as another wave of cold hits. "Y-yes, well, they'd… ended up on my side of the bed, somehow, and you… you were cold, as I said, and I…" 

"Jon, I g-g-gave them to you for a reason," Martin says, sounding more awake, and maybe a little fauxly put out; he's clenching his jaw as he talks in an attempt to keep his teeth from chattering. " You're cold, Jon. You were sh-shivering in your sleep!"

It's Jon's turn to blink in surprise now, caught off guard by Martin's words. "Yes, b-but you… you need the blankets more than I do, Martin… th-they're your blankets, and you've been freezing since the Lonely, a-and…" He looks out at the room. He can't see the fog anymore, but that doesn't mean it's gone. "I don't want to lose y—" he starts, stops. Martin might not be his to lose. Amends: "I-I don't want you to be lost, not again, a-and I…"

Martin makes a faint sound of what might be disgust. "This is ridiculous, Jon," he says, and Jon allows himself to worry for a second (Has he gone too far, saying I don't want to lose you, assuming Martin wants this kind of contact, when Martin only said he loved Jon, not love?), before Martin continues: "W-we were both touched by the Lonely… we've both been alone for so long, w-we…" He stops, rubs a hand over his face. Jon can feel him shivering from here, all the way across the mattress. (King sized. Why does Daisy need something this big?) 

Martin lowers his hand. His eyes are wet; Jon can see, and he worries still that he's gone too far. But then Martin's reaching across the mattress, his hand extended towards Jon, and saying, "W-we should just… it'd be warmer if we, um…" 

Jon slips his cold fingers through Martin's; Martin squeezes his hand, so gently that Jon's chest aches a little. He says, his voice soft and sleepy, "... C'mere?" 

Tentative, Jon slides across the mattress, through the nest of blankets towards Martin's broad, soft chest. And then Martin's arms are sliding around him. Martin's embracing him, hands soft and just as cautious against Jon's back. And Jon can't help it anymore; he melts into the embrace. Winds his own arms around Martin, pressing as close as he can physically get (arms around his shoulders, face pressed into his neck). It's easy, too easy, because Martin has been gone for so long and Jon just only now got him back—he's thinking of the tapes and Martin slipping away down the hall, Martin being taken into the Lonely, Martin's voice saying he wouldn't be coming back, and it's all too easy to cling to Martin hard as he can. They're both still freezing, skin chilled to the cut, but… Jon can feel it dissipating. Something warm is growing between them, he thinks. Something. 

"How did neither of us think of this?" Martin whispers. There's a quiver in his voice, just subtle enough that Jon can't tell if he's laughing or crying. "Two days we've been freezing, bundling up, a-and throwing blankets at each other like we're jumping onto a grenade… a-and neither of us thought of this?"

"I missed you," Jon whispers. He hears a sharp gasp from Martin, like he might cry, and it only makes him hold on harder. He's never held Martin like this before, never. (They hugged, before the Unknowing, but that was quick and awkward and over too soon, and Jon had foolishly thought there would still be a chance for this when he came back.) He's never held Martin like this before, but he knows he never wants to stop. He presses his nose against the hollow of Martin's neck and says again, "I missed you, Martin. So much. I… I don't think I can begin to tell you how much." 

Martin takes a few trembling breaths. Ducks his head to press his lips against Jon's forehead—Jon leans into the affection of the touch, the warmth. "I've… missed you, too," he murmurs. "So much, Jon, I… staying away from you, a-after you came back… I thought I'd lost you, a-and it… it almost killed me."

"I'm here," says Jon, "I'm here, you're here," and he kisses Martin at the soft spot under his jaw. Presses closer into the bubble of heat they've created, threads his fingers through Martin's hair and adds, silently, I'll keep you warm. 

When they wake, the next morning, the cold is gone, and so is the fog. Like it was never even there in the first place. 

#thanks for the prompt!! #tma fic #jonmartin #the magnus archives #jm #i wrote this

[mxthtea]

@booredx psps here ya go :)

lil new thing here!! this is written more from baal's pov (hence y/n being used more). originally, this was written as an assignment for english class. after editing my writing for once, here you guys go :). if anyone wants more stories of baal x reader i can offer assistance!! (i can do fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, anything but smut really)

i recommend using interactivefics for this! since there's use of y/n a lot n you can change it to your name. (as in, your preferred name) firefox, chrome (available on edge i believe but i dont have the link, apologies for my edge readers!)

baal x gn!reader warnings: very ooc baal, physical contact (hand holding, lil kithkith), baal refers to reader as 'darling', author can't describe clothing, use of y/n, written way before baal's release, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, let me know if i forgot any description: you go onto your girlfriend's (baal's) roof as the sun starts to set! then you hold hands n kith :) word count: 1.2k

as the day was approaching evening and the sun was about to set, the weather started to get slightly cooler. baal looked up from her computer screen and at the clock across the room, well, at least she know how long she’d been working. sighing and shutting down her laptop. only an hour before they would arrive. she stood and walked up from the living room to her bedroom.

it was slightly messy, a few papers from her job scattered around here and there. nothing she couldn't pick up in just a few minutes. it's not like either one of them expected a clean house or apartment either way.

after looking twice, baal decided to choose a more simple outfit. a black turtleneck without any shoulder or sleeves and a darker purple sweater over it. including a pair of dark grey shorts and thigh high socks. the socks had purple stripes on it as well. compared to other outfits she had, this was more simple to baal. she tied her long hair back into a ponytail. the mass of hair still reached close to her knees but it worked at least.

finishing with some red eye makeup, baal decided she was ready.

on cue there was a knock at the door below.

walking down and answering the door, she was met with her significant other themself, y/n.

"good afternoon, baal," they greeted.

"good afternoon, darling. how was the drive here?" baal asked, letting y/n inside.

"mm, some jerks in traffic but other than that, it was fine."

“did you have any plans?” straight and to the point, baal was never a super big fan of small talk. no matter the person.

y/n smiled to themself before saying, “juuust gimme a second, need to bring in a few things.”

baal looked at them slightly confused. what would they need for today? “alright, can i help you at all?” she asked.

“i- yes please..”

they grabbed baal's hand and lead her outside to their car. opening the trunk, it revealed a red blanket and a cooler.

“by the by,” y/n said, “you wouldn’t happen to have a way to get to the roof of your house, right? because if not then my entire plan is ruined and we have to eat in the grass.”

“so that’s what you’ve been planning,” baal muttered.

she gave a quick nod to y/n, who smiled at the silent reply. handing baal the cooler and taking the blanket themself, they both started walking indoors and to the upstairs.

once upstairs, baal lead them both into her room and opened the window inside of it. y/n stepped out first and scouted a good place to sit at. deciding to stay close to the window but a bit more to the left. they set up everything in silence. y/n placed the blanket down and baal set the cooler down beside them but not entirely on the blanket.

the sun started to set, giving to a beautiful scene of the sky turning to an orange color. turning to y/n, baal smiled softly. they had their knees tucked to their chest and leaned their head onto their knees. y/n’s eyes were bright and their smile even brighter. somehow, even the smallest of smiles made them look radiant.

y/n turned to baal before pulling a soda out of the cooler, “want one? packed sandwiches too in case we, well i, got hungry.”

“i wouldn’t mind a soda and sandwich.”

“great, took me a while to make all the sandwiches.” y/n somehow smiled even brighter.

they handed baal a soda and a sandwich in a bag, y/n even grabbed themself one and started to chew on it. “so, you planned this all out?” baal asked.

"from the time to the bread, had it all in my head. wanted the best for my girlfriend after all,” y/n answered, girlfriend part even said in a sing-song voice.

as baal started chewing her sandwich as well she asked, “how come?”

“how come?” y/n asked back.

“yeah, why put in the effort for this? we could’ve just stayed inside and made dinner together.”

“hmm.. dunno! just wanted to watch the sunset with you.”

“did you put cheese in this sandwich? That explanation was kind of cheesy,” baal joked.

“says the one who used a dad joke!”

baal chuckled to herself and continued watching the sunset while eating. y/n already finished theirs and had their hands at their side. their legs were now pushed out, dangling more off the blanket again. they had a peaceful face, eyes now bright and a soft smile on their face. once again, somehow the smallest smile made them radiate brighter than the sun itself.

baal set down her sandwich beside her on its bag. slowly, she started to reach for y/n’s hand. she didn’t want it to be obvious but she was tempted to let them get the hint and do it for her. baal wasn’t shy, not at all, she was the first to confess to them after all. leaving the latter a flustered mess, almost too flustered to say yes. when it came to physical contact though, that was a job for y/n.

she continued reaching her hand, the further she went it looked like the farther y/n’s went. It felt like a loop. was she allowed to do this? did y/n want to be held? did they just want to lo-

baal’s thoughts were cut off as she came in contact with y/n’s hand. ger fingers lightly brushed over theirs. y/n looked down in slight shock before taking baal’s hand in theirs. they brought their thumb up and brushed over baal’s knuckles.

“panic over holding my hand? you’re too sweet.”

“i’m not the one who initiates all the cuddling.”

"whateverrr."

"i never said it was a bad thing. i enjoy cuddling with you," baal reassured them.

the two continued to sit in silence. y/n moved towards baal more, gently laying their head onto her shoulder. “how cute can you possibly be?” baal asked.

they let out a weird noise, a ‘y/n-noise’ as ayaka had called it. something they made when they were embarrassed by something.

quickly, y/n sat up and put their hands on baal’s cheeks, pulling her to look at them. she looked down at them confused before they brought both of their faces together, giving baal a kiss to make her as flustered as them. as quickly as it happened, they pulled away and gave a smug smirk to baal as she collected her thoughts again.

baal sat for a few seconds finally starting to get flustered herself from the quick kiss. after taking a few seconds to recover she took y/n’s face into her hands, baal brought their faces together. baal gave the final push and returned the kiss back to them. they clutched onto her sleeves as their face turned bright from it all. seems baal unintentionally got revenge as well.

she moved away, y/n still clutching onto her sleeves in their shock.

“i- i-,” they stuttered.

“are you not happy?” baal asked, slightly scared and embarrassed.

“no! just, didn’t expect it,” they mumbled.

“that was revenge.”

“w- hey! baal!”

y/n reached out and grabbed baal’s hand with both of theirs. they ran their thumbs over her knuckles once again. “thank you,” they mumbled.

“for what?”

“for watching the sunset with my. i love you, a lot.”

baal chuckled to herself again and reached over, quickly giving her s/o a kiss on their cheek.

“oh! i also have a question!”

“hm? what is it?”

“can I stay here with you for tonight?”

#baal x reader #vennys tales #genshin impact #baal #raiden shogun #electro archon #this took so long to edit dskjkdsj #hope u enjoy it!! #*supplies the baal simps with their simp material* #hey if anyone wants i'll draw out how i planned to make baal's outfit look #i was thinking of butterfly soup while writing this lol

[plaidbooks]

Asthma

A/N: This is a Sonny Carisi x reader fic and as the title may suggest, it’s about asthma! I have asthma, and something like this happened to me (thank god for friends who know how to use inhalers). Please be aware that not all asthma works like this, and it’s highly specific to myself and how my asthma is. anyways, hope y’all enjoy.

P.S. I have a headcanon that Sonny switches to Italian when stressed/upset/scared because it calms him down

Tags: asthma attacks/lack of oxygen, near-death experiences

Words: 1722

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @infiniteoddball @ben-c-group-therapy @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @barbasimp @alwaysachorusgirl @glimmerglittergirl @reading--mermaid @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @crowleysqueenofhell @dreamlover31

Translations: Merda = shit

Fanculo = fuck

Stai bene? = are you ok?

come funziona di nuovo? = How does this work again?

Non farlo di nuovo! = Don’t do that again!

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You had been running around all day in the New York City heat and humidity, your lungs burning as you finally made it home. You’d think after living here for so long, you’d be used to the oppressive air by now, but you still had breathing issues. Which is why you had two albuterol inhalers for your asthma—one in your purse and one on the counter in the kitchen. Your kitchen was in the middle of your apartment and made the most sense logistically as to where to keep it—it was the perfect distance whether you were coming from the bedroom or the living room.

You had only really had a bad asthma attack once before, and you knew that you had a good 5-10 seconds before you’d lose consciousness. But that was also dependent on how much you panicked; if your brain went into overdrive, then you’d start breathing harder and you’d run out of air faster. It was all about mind over matter, but sometimes, even with mild attacks, it was hard to not panic. It was the natural response to not being able to breathe.

Collapsing onto the couch, you turned your laptop on, hoping to just relax with some funny videos on youtube for the night until your boyfriend, Sonny, came home. Since becoming an ADA, he was coming home earlier than when he was a detective. Though he usually brought cases home with him, working on the coffee table until late in the evening. You didn’t mind; at least you could sit with him, keep each other company, even talk when he wasn’t super invested. Plus, you loved when he’d stand in front of you, running you through his closing arguments or his cross as if you were a witness.

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You lost track of time as you laughed heartily at a video, your laughter erupting out of you. You clutched your stomach in pain, tears in your eyes as you laughed. Then, you went to suck in a lungful of air. But nothing happened. You tried again and got a weird rasping sound in your throat. Your eyes went wide as you realized what had happened; you had laughed so hard, you were having an asthma attack. Panic swept through you and you sprung to your feet. But it had been a while now—seconds, though they stretched on—without air, and you were suddenly light-headed. Your lungs burned and it was like a sledgehammer was being pressed upon your chest. You gasped for breath but got nothing in return. Glancing through your fading vision at the kitchen, you took one step, then another, your senses slowly turning off before darkness overtook you.

***

Sonny walked down the hallway to the apartment he shared with you, whistling a tune. Today had gone surprisingly well, and he was off much earlier than he expected, with the weekend stretched before him. He even left all his case files at work, not bothering to work anymore once he left the office for the night.

Digging his key out of his pocket, he went to unlock the door. There was a loud thud from inside the apartment, and Sonny froze.

“Doll?” he called out. He pressed his ear to the door, his hand fumbling for the keyhole. There was no response, and it made his panic rise like bile in his throat. His hand was shaking so badly, he had to steady it with his other hand to get the key in. But in his hurry, he turned it too hard, snapping the key in the keyhole.

Sonny took a step back, braced himself, then kicked the door open, the wood splintering. He rushed in, glancing around until he found you, laying on your side, unmoving.

“Merda! Stai bene?” he asked, making his way over to you. Sonny knelt down, rolling you onto your back. Your chest was barely moving, and you were rasping with every breath. He knew about your asthma, but he had never seen you like this and had not expected it.

Sonny hurried to the kitchen, snatching your inhaler off the counter. He rushed back to you, your breathing much more shallow now, even after a few seconds.

“Fanculo, fanculo…come funziona di nuovo?” he muttered to himself, shaking the inhaler in his hand. He’d never needed to use it before, and you showed him how so long ago…. He ripped the cap off, placing it gently in your mouth. Feeling like he was hurting rather than helping, he plugged your nose as he pressed the cylinder with the medicine down, hearing the spray go into your mouth.

He waited, counting in his head to ten, all the while mumbling, “merda, merda, merda,” over and over again like a mantra. Once he hit ten, he released your nose and took the inhaler from your mouth. Slowly, you started taking deeper and deeper breaths, and your eyelids fluttered before opening.

***

Your chest was on fire and your throat burned as you came to, groggy and disoriented. Though, your mind was rushing, in the way that only your asthma medication did to you—it was a breathable steroid/adrenaline. When your eyes focused, you saw Sonny leaning over you, looking worried to death. But when he saw your eyes opened, a wide grin of relief spread across his face.

“Fanculo! Non farlo di nuovo!” he said, helping you to sit up.

You winced at the motion, giving him a look. “W-what? You’re speaking Italian, Dom.”

“I-I know…I do that when I’m scared. It calms me.”

You chuckled lightly, but grimace as pain broke through your chest. “That’s not helpful when I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Never mind; can you get up? I need to take you to the hospital—”

“No,” you replied. “I’m fine—I’ll be fine. Just…help me to the couch.”

Sonny gave you a hard look before he helped you stand, guiding you to the couch. “You should still go to the hospital; who knows how long you were on the ground without air?”

“Was I still breathing when you used the inhaler?” you asked. You held out your hand for it, and Sonny passed you the little piece of plastic that had just saved your life.

“Y-yeah, but barely—”

“Then I’m fine.” You glanced at Sonny, who was gearing up for an argument, and you sighed. “If I were to go to the hospital right now, they’ll either do nothing or just give me another dose of albuterol, Dom. Honestly, I’m fine, okay?” He still looked willing to argue, so you added, “I know it must’ve been…bad, seeing me on the ground like that. But I promise you I’m okay.”

Sonny let out a long sigh, rubbing his face with both hands. “Okay. I trust your judgement with your own medical issues.” He sat down on the couch next to you. “But run me through how to use the inhaler again—I wanna make sure I did it right. And please explain to me what the hell happened.”

You chuckled, raising the inhaler—you were going to take a second dose, anyway, to get rid of the pain in your chest. Sonny watched intently, happy to find that even in his panic, he had, in fact, done it correctly. As you held your breath, letting the medication work its way into your lungs, your eyes travelled to the front door, still ajar, the frame in pieces.

“Sonny, what the fuck?” you coughed out.

His eyes followed yours and he swallowed. “I, uh, I forgot I did that,” he replied, smiling sheepishly.

“Well now what do we do? We can’t leave our place open like this,” you glanced at the time; it was late, and no hardware store would be open for new doors. And you were pretty sure your landlord was going to be pissed.

“It’s fine; I can make it so it looks closed. If you don’t feel safe, we can go to a hotel until I fix it tomorrow,” Sonny said, standing. You nodded and he was off, packing an overnight bag for you both.

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By the time you were at the hotel, you were exhausted. The effects of the medication had run its course, and you just wanted to sleep. Sonny, of course, didn’t allow you carry anything as he led you to your room. He swiped the keycard, letting you in first, and you all but collapsed onto the bed.

“You okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Your voice was muffled as you replied, and he asked again. Turning your head to the side, you mumbled, “fine, just tired.”

“It’s late; let’s get in bed.” Sonny stripped quickly, then helped you stand, gently pulling your shirt up and off. Once in just your panties, you crawled under the covers, curling onto your side. Sonny got in behind you, wrapping himself around you. “I love you,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder.

“I love you, too, Dom,” you whispered back. Mercifully, you fell asleep almost instantly, the long day wearing you out.

But Sonny hardly slept, afraid that he’d wake up to you no longer breathing. Instead, he laid there, cradling you in his arms, listening to your soft breaths, the sound music to his ears. He dozed off and on, but mostly, he just held you, trying not to tear up as he thought about what might’ve happened if he had worked his normal hours, staying late in the office. He also thought about the other thing he packed in the overnight bag, hidden deep underneath everything else, for fear of it being stolen from your apartment as well as the fear of your finding it.

Inside a sock, rolled up and shoved underneath everything else, was a little box. And in that box was the most perfect engagement ring that Sonny knew you’d love. He’d been planning to propose around your birthday, but now, with that near-death scare, he was thinking that he should just do it now. He was off the next two days, and you were already planning to do dinner tomorrow night. Would it be weird timing now? But at the same time, life was short; today proved that. As the sun came up, streaming through the drawn curtains, Sonny made up his mind.

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing

[curlystom]

next to you — tom holland

{ in which you’re not the only one that likes to hang out on the fire escape }

a/n: this is dedicated to my best friend bre @stealthspideys​ who is the reason why i pushed myself to finish this. i love you endlessly. and i hope you enjoy this

word count: 2.4k

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of drugs and overdosing!

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Your lips trembled as you climbed through your bedroom window, sock-covered feet touching the freezing cold metal stairs. With your favorite blanket hanging from your shoulders, you quietly climbed toward the chair you’ve spent countless nights in to consume all your thoughts. 

Living in the city had its ups and downs. Although the sound of cars honking and random people yelling in the middle of the night drove you crazy, the view of lights illuminating the dark sky was something you could never get tired of. You think you’ve spent more time out on your fire escape than your actual living area, but you didn’t care. 

You sat down, bare thighs growing used to the temperature of the metal before you criss-crossed your legs. Letting out a big sigh, tears started welling up in your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day as you thought back to earlier.

“Why do you always have to be so fucking dramatic?! Just for once in your life, can you CALM down?”

The yelling had been going on for at least an hour at this point; and you had tugged on the strands of your hair so much, you were sure it was going to fall out soon. 

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? I just walked in on you doing drugs and you want me to fucking act like nothing happened!?” You exclaimed, voice becoming rough and hoarse due to all your shouting. 

His addiction to drugs was something you knew about long before you were dating. Though you believed you were never the type to love someone who was a drug addict, his charm and charisma pulled you in and you learned to ignore it. Until you couldn’t.

You would find yourself coming home with him passed out on the couch, pulse weakening by the minute. Panicking, you’d call 911 and rush him to the hospital and only pray that nothing seriously bad would happen to him. Luckily, nothing did happen; and each time he’d lay in the hospital bed he’d plead to you that he’d get himself clean and get help. And you believed him.

“Y-you promised me you stopped. I BELIEVED you when you told me you were clean.” Tears were pouring down your red cheeks, nose running—causing you to wipe it with your sweater sleeve every minute or so. 

“And I was! F-fuck, I was. I swear babe, I was doing so good I just-” He was scratching at his arms, a habit you had noticed early on when he became fidgety, nervous, and anxious. 

You pried his hand away from his arm, pushing him down onto the couch before beginning to pace back and forth in front of him. “I don’t think you understand how life threatening this is everytime you do it. You’ve already been to the hospital once within the past year. When are you EVER going to learn?!”

He rested his elbows against his knees, hands running viciously through his hair that you thought it was going to start falling out. “I-I was getting better. I swear! It’s just that w-work has been so rough and I’m just so stressed and this makes everything go away! It’s just a one time thing I promi-”

“NO! No it’s not. God, can’t you see that this stuff is literally killing you! Everyday I wonder if today is going to be it, where you don’t wake up anymore and I have to-”

The room fell silent. He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes, a mixture from crying and drugs. A single tear fell down your cheek again and you rushed to wipe it away before sighing in defeat. The constant fear and pain you felt daily wasn’t worth it anymore and it was weighing on you more than before. 

“I-, I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

He had begged not to leave, dropping to his knees with tears welling up, telling you he’ll fix himself and go back to rehab. But you shook your head no, saying that he needed to get help for himself and not for someone else. He packed his things and left not much longer after that, leaving you alone in the apartment for the first time in years. It was like a piece of your heart had been ripped out and you flopped down on the couch clutching your chest in pain.

Breathing became more shaky as the never-ending tears seemed to fall onto your reddening cheeks. The constant ache you felt in your chest, like your ribs were suffocating your heart and a thousand needles had sank into it, was slightly interrupted when a gust of wind blew a few strands of hair in front of your face. Then all of a sudden, you heard the sound of metal clashing on the fire escape next to yours and your body flinched at the noise. 

Wiping the remaining tears from your face, you turned your head to see what the commotion was all about only to see your next door neighbor with his hands covering his face.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Tom picked up the foldable chair that had fallen over when he was climbing out of his window and rested it against the railing.

You gave a small smile. “It’s no worries.”

“What’s someone like you doing out here at this hour?” He sat down against his window sill, back against the edge of the frame with his knees brought up to his chest. “It’s a little bit late and cold to be having a midnight crisis.”

Biting your lip to suppress a laugh from escaping, you shook your head. “I’m always having a midnight crisis.”

Tom was about to respond before he paused, taking a moment to examine your face that was being illuminated by the moon just right. It didn’t take much to realize that you had been crying out here, now noticing the dried tear stains you had failed to wipe away and the swollen eyes you were going to cry more about later. He could recognize a broken heart when he saw one, and although he didn’t know you too well--a casual run in here and there--it pained him to see you hurt.

“Are you okay?” He frowned, twiddling with his fingers as he leaned forward a bit. 

Your fingers fiddled with the loose string on your blanket, wrapping it a little bit too tight around your pointer finger before unravelling it. Glossy eyes locking with his, you took the moment to take a good look at him for the first time that night. His curls were tousled and fell perfectly in front of his face, but luckily not blocking the view of his chocolate orbs that were staring at you in concern. His black t-shirt was wrinkled and looked like they had some fresh coffee stains on the front while his basketball shorts had some obvious fraying at the ends. He looked like a total mess, but it was comforting.

“I-um, it’s nothing.”

“Hey…” Tom planted his feet onto the fire escape, scooting along his window sill to sit closer to you. “It’s not nothing… I know a broken heart when I see one.”

More tears seemed to gloss over your eyes, and you desperately tried to not let them fall in front of him. The last thing you needed was to have a neighbor witness your heartbreak. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, quickly wiping remnants of the failed tears along your lower lash line with your sweater. “You got me there Tom, I’ll admit.” 

He chewed on his bottom lip, eyes softening as he watched you collect yourself and your thoughts. It was obvious that there was a lot on your mind.

“I um…” You let out a shaky breath. “I broke up with my boyfriend today.”

His saddening expression grew, eyes darting towards the ground in sympathy. “I’m sorry-”

You held your hand out to interrupt him. “No. No, don’t apologize. I-, I stayed with him as long as I could but it just got to be too much.” 

The tightness grew inside your chest, wanting nothing but to release that pain you had been feeling all day by letting those desperate sobs slip through. The silence that surrounded the two of you grew, and you knew he was letting you finish before intervening.

“We were best friends all throughout school and then once we got into college he just-, changed? He got addicted to drugs and I just.. let it happen. I tried and begged for him to stop and he would for the most part. But…” You took a second to pause, taking deep breaths to soothe your growing hyperventilation. It was bubbling inside of you and you could feel it, scratching at the inside of your throat as more tears welled up in your eyes. 

“He overdosed 10 months ago. I came h-home from work and he was just lying on the couch.. helpless. It was like my whole body shut down. I-, I couldn’t even move. It felt like forever before I eventually called 911 and tried to find his pulse.”

Tom felt his chest tighten the more your words fell past your trembling lips. Shivers traveled all throughout your body even though you had your blanket draped around your shoulders, but it wasn’t because you were cold. You didn’t even realize you were shaking until you noticed your figure was being wrapped in Tom’s arms, who had walked over from his side of the fire escape to yours. His body broke your fall as you slipped off your chair, unable to control the unsteady breathing and cries you tried so desperately to keep in. It was no use anymore.

You took this opportunity to bury your face into his chest, finding purchase on the end seam of his shirt and feeling the foreign tough of his fingertips trace along your skin. Fluttering your eyes closed, you focused on the way he traced endless circles and lines on the back of your arm and small of your back. He kept a consistent pace, knowing you were steadying your breathing with his movements and made sure to switch up the mindless shapes every once in a while. 

Tom rested his chin on top of your head, taking in the scent of lavender and honey from your freshly washed hair. He had come out to ease his mind off the ongoing anxiety he had for his audition that morning. It had been 6 months of endless work—memorizing lines and doing unnecessary backflips with the hopes of impressing the higher ups—and it was seemingly getting nowhere. Pacing back and forth in his living room, he rubbed his face in frustration when he couldn’t remember the scene he had been working on all day, before ultimately deciding it was enough and to get some fresh air. He didn’t expect to have you in his arms, desperately trying to calm down, but your presence was just what he needed to relieve his mind off of his insecurities. 

The both of you sat in silence, except for the occasional hiccup from you here and there, and appreciated each others company. Tom carefully lifted his left wrist, trying not to break the position you were in, and checked the time. 3:18am. He snuck a peek at your face to see if you were still awake as he hadn’t felt any movement from you in a while. You sat there, cheek against his damp shirt with a small smile of your face. 

“You’re smiling…” He said softly, twirling strands of your hair between his fingers. 

“I just-, thank you.” Sitting up straight, allowing Tom’s hands to ghost around your waist, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. “You didn’t have to stay out here and do all this..”

Eyebrows furrowed, he shook his head while his lips tugged a soft smile. “You don’t need to thank me.. it hurt to see you that upset and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I left you alone.”

Your fingers left his shirt, a habit you had forgotten about midway through, and made their way towards the nape of his neck. Playing with the little curls, you twirled the short hairs around your finger—copying his actions from earlier—before wrapping your arms around him and bringing him in for a hug. His arms snaked around your waist, face burying in the crook of your neck and it was then when you realized how close you two were. 

He smelt of a light vanilla, one familiar with the candle you bought him for Christmas. Another smile made its way to your face at the thought of him still having it and clearly using it. 

You were the first to pull away, retracting your arms from your shoulders as you moved to stand up. Tom’s look of disappointment was overlooked by you, too focused on regaining feeling in your legs to see the way his eyes saddened and lips slightly pouted. “I should, uh, go to sleep. It’s probably like 4am now.”

He nodded, wiping his clammy hands on his shorts before resting his palm on the window sill, steadying himself as he began to stand up on his own. Your back was towards him, grabbing the forgotten blanket and fixing the pillow and chair that had fallen over. Tom pursed his lips, tip toeing back to his own window, believing that was the end of the night. 

“Tom?”

He turned around with one foot already inside of his apartment. Eyes wide—filled with hope—Tom stood there waiting as you looked at him with happiness glossing over your eyes. The crinkles near them simply made his heart flutter and he couldn’t help but show his own, which made you smile even more. 

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” Teeth biting back a grin, he looked at you once more before you opened your window and headed back inside. 

Wrapping the cold blanket around your shoulders once more, you padded your way towards the bedroom, passing the living room where the earlier events took place and ignored the invisible memories that tried to replay again. All you could do was gently close your swollen eyes and be grateful that you have someone like Tom in your life to pick you up when you fall down. 

And you would suddenly be okay again. 

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland one shot #tom holland angst #peter parker #peter parker one shot #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker angst

[ren1327]

Sweater Weather Ch. 6

Kenji noticed how quiet Ben was as he packed his suitcase again, too focused on folding his shirts a certain way.

“You excited?” Kenji asked.

“About what?”

“The hotel stay?” Kenji asked.

“Oh! Yeah. We’re coming back after the run through, right?”

“Yeah, it’s just a week.” Kenji said and stared at his suitcase.

“Oh…Um, will it be that short?” He asked.

“Do you wanna just…stay here?” Kenji asked. “I mean, we still go in a couple days and make it the night before if you want. Have some time to cool our heads.”

“Will that be okay?” Ben asked.

“Sure!” Kenji said. “Let me just go tell my Dad.”

 *

 Candy hugged him extra tight.

“I hope your cold feels better, Mijo.” She said and smiled at Ben, who smiled back, bundled in pajamas and a blanket wrapped around to his ears.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to take Carmen?” Kosei asked and his daughter huffed.  

“Daddy! I can feed myself and I’ll stay out of the way. Besides. That means I get to know Ben better!” She said. “I can make him caldo and spiced atole!”

“I don’t know what those are, but I’m gonna eat them.”

“Heck yeah, we are!” Kenji said excitedly. “Cause I’m gonna help!”

“You still cook, Mi Bebe?” Candy asked with a smile.

“I…I lived alone.” Kenji said. “It’s not as good as yours but…”

Candy cocked her head and kissed his cheek, pinching it.

“Pobrecito…” She said with a laugh. “Be safe and stay warm.”

“Owen will bring you two back in two days.” Kosei said and hugged Carmen close.

“Okay. Have fun!” Carmen yelled as they left.

She turned around with a grin, scooping up Bumpy.

“I’m going to make caldo for dinner, but for now, me and Bumpy are gonna go watch Ducktales and eat jerky!”

“Floss after!” Kenji called as she ran up the stairs.

“Think they bought the sick act?” Ben asked, dropping the blanket from his head down to his shoulders.

“Nope. But they’re catering to you.” He said, placing his hands on Ben’s exposed shoulders.

“Isn’t that my boyfriend’s job?” Ben asked with a smile.

“Just act sick today and we can do something tomorrow.” Kenji said, turning around to hide his blush.

“Okay.” Ben said. “So…I’m assuming most of this act will be bumming around and cuddling?”

Kenji cleared his throat.

“My parents aren’t here…” He said.

“Practice.”

Kenji blinked and looked at Ben, looking up from hooded eyes.

“I…okay. You wanna read a book while I look at my phone?” Kenji asked.

“You know me so well, Honey.” Ben said with a tilt of his head.

Kenji’s heart thudded as he looked down at his pretend boyfriend.

 *

 Carmen knocked gently on the door and Kenji called out to let her in.

She opened it slowly and peek in, the smell of rich chicken soup wafting through the house.

“Kenji, can you help me with something?” She asked.

Kenji looked down at Ben, who was curled up in another one of his sweaters and sleeping soundly.

“Sure.” He said and wrapped a blanket around Ben, kissing his forehead.

“Aw~” Carmen cooed.

“Shut up. You’ll get it.” He said knowingly.

He followed her to the kitchen, where she had a large crockpot full of shredded chicken and veggies.

“I always get the spices wrong even when I follow Mama’s recipe.” She whined.

“I got ya.” He said and grabbed a rotating spice rack of glass shakers filled with chopped herbs, ground spices and full leaves.

“First off, no cilantro. It taste like soap to some people so just better to nix it. Next, we add cumin, black peppercorn, a whole bay leaf and chili paste.” He said, making a showoff adding the spices and stirring it with a wooden spoon. “I don’t smell that certain…twang.”

“Not everyone can handle your spice!” She reminded him. “But…maybe jalapeno juice?”

“Ding ding ding! Prize to the cutie in Steven Universe socks!” He said and she smiled, getting him a bottle from the fridge.

He added a splash, stirred it once more and covered it. “And now we wait two awful hours.”

“We can start the rice after about an hour and a half, right?” She asked.

“So…what do you say we go all the way with this meal?” he asked.

“You mean-?!”

“Chocolate time, Baby!” He said and she squealed.

He quickly grabbed a few bowls and pans. Carmen placed her phone in a speaker and quick tempered guitar sounded in the kitchen.

It was no secret that the Kon siblings took after their mother’s culture when it came to food. They joked that was how she had seduced their father before winning him over with her empathetic personality. They had explored her childhood hotspots, from the River Walk, to the Art Museum to Fiesta Square and the Quarry Market, they had walked and shopped with their Mama and visit old friends in the barrios near downtown to check on them.

“When I was little, my Tia lived with two other families in a house meant for one. But they cooked together and worked hard so their children could go to school and do something with their lives. And we made sure to return and take care of them.” She said as their old Tia sat in a plush chair, eyes closed in content and body relaxed as Carmen chattered on about her day at school, Kosei watching them worriedly to make sure the old woman did not get overwhelmed in the small hot kitchen.

“But I remembered the food and how good it was. Even if there wasn’t a lot, there was still so much love and flavor in it.” She said, stirring the red rice and a teen Kenji adding peas and sliced jalapenos to it. “So when I cook, I remember the love and care that went into it and remember what my family did, where we came from. How a lot can go into a little still.”

She then held out a small spoon of rice and Kenji took a bite; lemon, tomatoes, and pepper blending together perfectly into the rice and blooming over his tongue. He felt his Mother’s kiss on his forehead and smiled.

He sighed happily as he mixed the chocolate and then held the spoon to Carmen to taste. She took it and happily put it in her mouth with a hum.

Had Ben experienced what his mother had in her childhood?

Had his mother shown him her love in what little she could give. Kenji Recalled how he and Carmen had nice clothes and food growing up. How Carmen asked for a game and got it the same day.

His parents worked their butts off and he…

He had just run away.

No wonder his father was so pissed at him all those years and now…

Now he saw him and Ben and looked hopeful. Like Kenji might pull himself together for Ben and that…that…

“That’s not fair.” He said out loud and noticed Carmen had paused holding out the small desert bowls decorated with diamond.

“Kenji?” She asked.

“I…I’ve been such a dick.” He sighed and hugged Carmen.

“Um, let’s plate these and put them away and then…you wanna talk?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Kenji said and she held the bowls as he filled them.

Carmen placed them in the freezer, and they started on the dishes, washing them by hand this time.

“I’ll wash, you dry.” Carmen said and Kenji nodded, both of them rolling up their sleeves in unison.

As they settled in a nice silence, Kenji looked at Carmen.

“I ran away after the breakup and I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing to me?” She asked.

Kenji took a breath and turned to his sister, leaning against the counter top.

“I know about the bullying.”

“I…of course you do.” She sighed.

“Carm, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s no big deal.” She huffed, handing him a pot.

“It is to me!” Kenji said, aggressively wiping it down with a towel. “My little sister is hurting and I…”

“What would you even do?” She asked.

“I…I don’t know, something!”

“Kenji!” She said and looked at him. “You’re here. You’re here and that’s…”

She sniffed as her voice cracked, eyes filling with tears.

“You’re here and I’m okay.” She sobbed the last word, Kenji gathering her in his arms.

“Yeah…” He said and rubbed her back. “And I’m gonna be here for you no matter what.”

“What about—”

“Shh…” Kenji whispered. “Let me be here for you.”

Carmen nodded into his shirt.

“I have something to tell you.” He said. “About Ben.”

“That you two are obviously not an item?”

He pulled her back.

“What the heck, Carmen?” He yelled.

“I could tell, duh. You two are so not okay in each other’s arms and you are so forced.” She said with a smirk. “You can fool Mama and Dad, but not me.”

“So…”

“Explain.” She said and Kenji sighed.

“Well…”

 *

 Ben woke up to Bumpy licking his face.

He took a deep breath and Carmen was there, eyes watery and clutching her dress.

“Carmen?” He asked, then huffed when the teen hugged him around the neck.

“I’m so sorry!” She cried. “I didn’t know my brother dragged you into this dumb mess!”

“Uh…” Kenji said, his left cheek red from a slap.

“You told her.” Ben said.

“He did and I am so mad and sad and…”

“He wanted to make your parents proud.” Ben said with a sigh. “And I needed to get away for a bit.”

“Do you two even like each other?” Carmen asked.

“I…” Ben bit his lip. “I cant answer that right now. I’m comfortable with your brother.”

“You shouldn’t settle with someone who hurt you!” Carmen yelled and Ben looked up at Kenji.

“You told her—”

“Everything.” Kenji said.

“Carmen.” Ben said and pulled her to sit next to him, taking her hands. “Listen. I hated your brother back then.”

Kenji cringed.

“I thought it was his fault my mom got too stressed and…” He took another deep breath. “It wasn’t. We were just stupid kids doing stupid things at the worst time…And yes. Your brother hurt me. Scarred me in some ways. And you know what happened?”

“What?”

“I dated an absolute scumbag cause I thought, ‘hey, I could take years of abuse from Kenji Kon, I can handle this.’ But I couldn’t…He…” Ben covered his mouth and gagged a bit, Kenji grabbing the trash can and holding it under Ben’s head.

He pushed it away, shaking his head.

“He hurt me so bad.” He said and Carmen covered her mouth. “And I was okay with that.”

“W-Why?” She asked.

“I’ve been a victim,” Ben said, voice wobbling. “Like, my whole life. And I hated it. And now, I’m homeless and leeching off the only people who have ever been nice to me. And I hate it.”

He sniffed and wiped his hot face, vision blurry.

“So when I realized I could find a way out with your brother’s help, I thought, ‘well, he owes me’. And yet…He has shown me something I cant believe. He’s changed, Carmen. And I never thought I’d be excited to see Kenji Kon, than I am when he comes through a door. And yeah…maybe this is fake, but I’m happier that he’s willing to help me stand on my own two feet by showing me that change is possible. He went from an absolute dick—”

“I was.” Kenji interjected.

“—to a kind and devoted older brother who adores his parents, his friends and wants to make up for what he did to me.” Ben said. “And I’m giving him this chance. I’m sorry we lied.”

“This is still really messed up. What if Mama and Dad want you two to…y’know…stay together?” She asked.

“I’d tell them everything. In all honesty, it was mainly to show I had gotten over Brooklynn.” Kenji said.

“Have you?” Carmen asked.

Kenji made a face and Ben huffed, grabbing his boots and coat. “Excuse me.”

Carmen watched as Kenji quickly followed Ben out the hall and to the backyard.

“This was so stupid!” Ben yelled into the trees.

Kenji grabbed his arms and pulled him back. “Dude, you’re in pajamas!”

“I don’t care! This is…This was a mistake, Kenji…” Ben said.

“Ben…please, hate me all you want, but I need you, not just for this stupid lie.” Kenji said. “I…You make me happy, Ben.”

“Happy?”

“You make me calm and like…like I can have this.”

“And what is this?” Ben asked with a shake of his head.

Kenji pulled him into a tight hug. Ben blushed as he felt the other’s chest thudding.

“Kenji?”

“I liked you. Back then, I liked you and I was such an asshole.” He said.

Ben shoved him away. “That is such…You are such a…”

His face was red and his nose wrinkled and Kenji could see tears building again.

“I think I still do…” Kenji said, taking a step forward.

Ben covered his face before reaching out and yanking Kenji down by his shirt collar, kissing him as snow started to fall. Ben pushed him back a bit, to glare at him with almost no heat.

“Then do this correctly.” Ben hissed and pulled him back into another kiss.

After a moment, Kenji put his own coat around Ben.

“Let’s get you into a warm bath. It’s too cold for you here.” Kenji said and led him back into the house and past Carmen, who seemed to be grinning behind her hands.

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Sorry this took so long. But hopefully, I can continue when I have time, and power. Hopefully Texas will get back to normal soon. 

#jw fanfic #jw sweater weather #kenji x ben #jw benji #benken #kenjamin #wildcity #its back y'all #camp cretaceous sweater weather #camp cretaceous fanfic

[strayneoculturekids]

Take Care of You - Jaehyun x Reader

Pairing: Kindergarten teacher!Jaehyun x Single mother!reader

Based off of: “Did you know that my mommy has a crush on you?” Your son says plainly to Kindergarten teacher!Jaehyun just as you had walked into the classroom to pick him up

“Does she now?” Jaehyun asked, smiling sweetly at your son

“Yep!” He said, puffing out his chest “She always talks about how handsome and nice you are Mr. Jung-”

“Okay! Sweetie! Time to go!” You said quickly, running up to your son once you had finally processed what he had been telling his teacher

“Y/N, nice to see you” Jaehyun turns to you, still smiling “If I’m not mistaken, you’re a single mother, are you not?”

“I-” you blushed “Yes, I’m single”

“Well, if you ever want any support from a significant other” Jaehyun paused before continuing “You have my number” he winked, and without another word, strolled off to go tend to a few students who had begun to yell his name

Genre: fluffiest of fluffs

@suunshinehyuck​ @ncitydrabbles​ @chagi-nana​ @bri-brithebumblebeee @wakeywxkey @zahratheraichu​ for you guys lmao

Y/S/N = your son’s name

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You sat up with a start, immediately reaching for your phone that was ringing loudly and turning off the alarm. You groaned and very slowly, got out of bed, stepping out of the warm sheets. You rubbed your eyes and began to get changed as quickly as possible given your half-asleep state.

About twenty minutes passed before you heard movement from the bedroom next to yours, your son's bedroom.

“Mommy!” Y/S/N yelled tiredly, a loud yawn following

You quickly tied up your hair in a low ponytail as you rushed to his bedroom. You turned on the light, seeing Y/S/N sat up, the covers still over his legs. His eyes immediately lit up when he saw you and he jumped out of bed.

“Mommy, mommy, it’s my first day of kindergarten today!” he said excitedly, practically jumping up and down

“Yes, sweetie, I know, I know” You smiled and got out his new school uniform which you had barely been able to get him out of since the first time he tried it on

You began undressing Y/S/N, but he stubbornly pushed you away, telling you that he was a big boy now and that he could get changed himself. You chuckled and let him be to go make breakfast for him.

A minute later, he strolled into the kitchen, the only thing on his body properly was his pants. His shirt was half over his head, covering his face and one of his socks hung loosely over his toes while he held the other one tightly in his hand

“Mommy, please help”

You breathed out and smiled again before walking up to your son and helping him put on his clothes properly before getting him to sit down and eat his breakfast. Surprisingly, he had finished it all within ten minutes.

“Oh, good job, sweetie” You smiled and took the empty plate, putting it in the dishwasher

“Can we go to school now?” He asked bouncing in his chair

“Not yet, baby, you finished your breakfast early so we’ve still got a few minutes” 

“Please mommy! Please!!” He begged you

“If we go now, it’ll be very cold,” You said, hoping to calm him down a bit

“I won’t complain!” He continued

You eyed Y/S/N suspiciously but eventually, you gave in, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to get there a few minutes earlier and introduce yourself to his new teacher. Another couple minutes and you had packed everything for Y/S/N’s day in his bag and strapped him into his car seat.

The drive to school was filled with your son’s excited voice, talking about how happy he was to finally go to school. You sighed and smiled, desperately hoping he’ll stay this happy about school throughout his school life but knowing that he wouldn’t.

Finally, just as you were about to be sick of your son’s yelling, you two pulled up in the school’s parking lot. You got out and walked to the other side of the car, opening the door to see that Y/S/N had already unbuckled himself. As soon as you opened the door, he jumped out of the car and started running towards the place he assumed to be where his class would be.

“Y/S/N! This way!” you yelled to him

He turned around, still smiling, and ran back towards you. 

You two made it to the building Y/S/N’s class would be in and, before he could run in, you quickly stopped him.

“Let’s take a picture of you, handsome boy” You smiled broadly and got out your phone

You’d only taken one photo when you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. He was smiling softly at you.

“Hello, my name’s Jung Jaehyun; I believe I’m your son's teacher this year. I apologize I couldn’t be there on the information night” he held out his hand for you to shake

“Oh- no- it’s fine! I’m uh- My name’s Y/N L/N” You stood up straight and took his large hand in your own, shaking it quickly before letting go

“Would you like me to take a picture of you and your son?” He put out his hand once again

“Oh- yes! Thank you” You handed him your phone and walked up to your son who had been pouting from the lack of attention, bending down to his level

Before the camera clicked, Y/S/N had his large smile back and was standing straight, his chest puffed to properly show his uniform. 

Eventually, after giving Y/S/N a tight hug that lasted far longer than any normal hug should last, you said your goodbyes. Jaehyun smiled at you, showing his handsome dimples one last time before going up to your son, bending down and introducing himself. Y/S/N seemed to immediately take a liking to him and they walked into the building hand in hand.

“Handsome, sweet, good with kids, looks like he would treat me right-” You began muttering to yourself about Jaehyun, pausing once you realized you were saying everything out loud.

Slightly embarrassed, you walked back to your car and began to drive to your work-place.

A few weeks had passed since Y/S/N’s first day and, surprisingly, he was still just as excited about it as his first day, even after he began to get homework.

“Hey, Y/N- I mean...mom” Jaehyun called to you from behind, pausing when your son looked at him weird when he had called you by your real name

“Mr. Jung” You replied, smiling to him as you put Y/S/N bag on his shoulders

“I was wondering if I could have your phone number?” He asked politely, trying hard to keep eye contact and look as casual as possible

“W-what?” You asked, slightly flustered, leaving Y/S/N to run off to go play with his friends before school started

“Well- I just thought it might be convenient- for like uhm, classes” he seemed to be struggling to get a good reason, but you were far too caught up in keeping your blush under control to notice

“Uhm- yes, sure” You took his phone that he’d been holding out and quickly entered your first and last name along with your number

“Thanks” He smiled his usual charming smile showing his cute dimples

You walked back to your car, the only thing on your mind being that Jung Jaehyun, the single most handsome man you’d ever seen had asked for your number.

Finally, your workday had come to an end and you once again walked to your car, driving to pick up Y/S/N.

You pulled into the school's carpark and made your way to your son’s classroom. Entering the building, you saw a couple parents around, already walking back with their kids. You looked around the classroom and spotted Y/S/N talking to Jaehyun, both of them wearing precious smiles. You were about the call to your son when you get close enough to the pair to hear what they were saying.

“Did you know that my mommy has a crush on you?” Y/S/N said plainly to Jaehyun

“Does she now?” Jaehyun asked, smiling sweetly at your son

“Yep!” He said, puffing out his chest “She always talks about how handsome and nice you are, Mr. Jung-”

“Okay! Sweetie! Time to go!” You said quickly, running up to your son once you had finally processed what he had been telling his teacher

“Y/N, nice to see you” Jaehyun turns to you, still smiling “If I’m not mistaken, you’re a single mother, are you not?”

“I-” you blushed “Yes, I’m single”

“Well, if you ever want any support from a significant other” Jaehyun paused before continuing “You have my number” he winked, and without another word, strolled off to go tend to a few students who had begun to yell his name

You stood there, behind Y/S/N, practically frozen in shock. You were about to turn around and leave when with your son when Jaehyun back-tracked and walked in front of you, his face slightly red.

“That was meant to be smooth but I realized that you do not, in fact, have my phone number” Jaehyun muttered, rubbing the back of his neck “So, here you go...in case you wanted it” he handed you a small slip of paper that looked like it had a number written in crayon on it

“Is Mr. Jung going to be my daddy?” Y/S/N asks, being unnecessarily loud

Both you and Jaehyun make awkward eye contact before Jaehyun begins to smile once again.

“That’s up to your mommy, Y/S/N,” He says, winking again and leaving you with those words

“Mommy, I want to go home!” Y/S/N whined while tugging on your arm

Finally, you managed to snap out of your trance and you looked at the piece of paper while you let your son pull you along by the hand.

“Cute” You muttered to yourself, smiling at the fact that the number had been written on it with crayon, stuffing it in your pocket soon after so you could actually focus on where you were going

You managed to get your son strapped into his car seat eventually and began to drive back home.

“Mommy, I really like Mr. Jung,” he said, rubbing his eyes and yawning

“Really? I’m glad” You smiled softly “He might just end up being your daddy”

Just as you had finished the sentence, you heard soft snoring coming from the back.

“Oh god” you frowned, turning around to see Y/S/N sound asleep

----

The weekend had finally come around and you had it all to yourself. Your sister wanted to take Y/S/N for the weekend, so you happily let her.

It was about ten in the morning when you woke up. You sighed, never having felt more blessed to be woken up naturally instead of by an alarm or by the cries of your child. Getting dressed, you decided that it’d be best to get the grocery shopping done today.

You ate a quick breakfast and began making your way to the shops that were oh so conveniently within walking distance

Eventually, after getting there, you began to pick out your groceries. You were quietly going along the aisles when you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see Jaehyun, his own shopping basket in his hand filled with groceries.

“Hi,” He said simply, smiling as usual

“Oh, Jaehyun!” You smiled back, happy to see him here

“Um- about yesterday actually, I was wondering if you actually would like to go on a date with me” he kept eye contact with you, a slightly red brushing his cheeks

“Like right now?” You asked, a bit taken aback

“I mean, if you’re not busy, then yes. I know a nice cafe not too far from here” He began to rub the back of his neck, something you noticed he did when he seemed to be embarrassed

“I would love to” You smiled softly at him, not even bothering to hide the red on your cheeks at this point

“Great! We should probably finish shopping first though”

You chuckled and continued shopping next to Jaehyun. It would’ve gone much quicker if you two just went separately and got what you needed to get, but for some reason, you two were just following each other around. You could’ve sworn that more than once, people had whispered that you and Jaehyun were a cute couple as you passed them.

The two of you finally finished up and walked out of the store, your groceries in hand.

“Should we split up to put our groceries in our cars?” Jaehyun asked

“Erm- I actually just walked here...I thought I was just going to go straight home after so-”

“Oh!” Jaehyun looked slightly surprised “If you want, you can put your stuff in my car and I’ll drive you home afterward” He smiled at you

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to trouble you”

“Oh, it’s fine Y/N. Come on, let’s go” He slowly started walking away, inwardly wishing he could hold your hand but unfortunately, both of your guys’ hands were filled with grocery bags

Quickly, you started following Jaehyun, still slightly taken aback by the whole situation. Once you two had put everything away, you began to make your way to the cafe Jaehyun had proposed you two go to.

It was just a small suburban area, so it was quite peaceful and green. Along the walk, you and Jaehyun subconsciously gravitated towards each other and somewhere along the lines, neither of you knew when, you two had started holding hands.

“Oh” You gasped slightly when you had looked down at what was making your hand so warm

“huh?” Jaehyun looked to where you were looking, gasping himself once he saw

“When did I- oh, I’m sorry” You blushed slightly, trying to pull your hands away, but Jaehyun just held onto it tighter

“I like it like this. If you don’t mind it, let’s stay like this” He smiled brightly at you

You looked away from him, afraid you might end up kissing him on impulse if you stared too long and nodded, squeezing Jaehyun’s hand in return.

Eventually, the pair of you stopped at a cute, sweet looking cafe, and Jaehyun led you inside. Taking a seat, you both looked at the menu for a couple minutes and ordered. Your guys’ conversation started out as school, how your son was doing and everything, but it eventually moved onto more personal things. At one point, Jaehyun had even asked why you were single, making sure you knew that you didn’t need to answer if you didn’t want to. He seemed to get slightly angry when you told him that your ex left you when he found out you were pregnant.

“What a dick,” he said plainly, eyebrows furrowed

You chuckled, not used to seeing Jaehyun use language like that since he always seemed to be around kids.

“Yeah. I mean, I was kind of glad to get rid of him. Pain in the ass. Couldn’t take care of himself”

“Well, y’know” Jaehyun took your hand in his own from across the table, “I think I’d be able to take care of more than just myself”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, smiling

“I can take care of you...your son...if you wanted, maybe we could have more...kids, I mean” He looked quite bashful, but kept eye contact with you nonetheless “I mean! wOaH okay, I’m sorry about that. I’m going too fast, I didn’t realize what I was saying; this is only our first date...”

“No...Jaehyun...” You smiled sweetly, ignoring the burning sensation across your entire face “I think that’d be lovely”

The smile that spread across his face once you had said what he did made your heart jump; it was priceless. A smile that you definitely wouldn’t mind seeing every day.

A couple hours had passed in the blink of an eye and soon enough, it was beginning to get dark out. Jaehyun stood up and offered his hand to you, which you took and held onto tightly as Jaehyun pulled you along back to his car.

The walk back was completely silent, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. You and Jaehyun were walking so close together that your guys’ shoulders were practically touching. Breathing out peacefully, you quickly looked over to Jaehyun to catch him staring right back at you. He smiled cutely but didn’t stop looking at you, even after you turned away out of embarrassment.

The ride home was the same, other than you telling Jaehyun where you lived. It was a very comforting silence, and by god did Jaehyun look handsome when driving.

“This is me” You said once you two had begun to come up to your apartment block

“Could I walk you up? Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to let you carry all your groceries up there by yourself” He smiled charmingly

“Of course” You chuckled slightly and got out of the car while Jaehyun went to the trunk to get your things “Wait- Jaehyun- you don’t have to take all of it! I can carry-”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’m strong” He winked before going into the apartment block

You jokingly shook your head before quickly following after him. A few minutes later and you were at your door.

“Guess I should leave here, then” Jaehyun smiled and handed you your groceries

“You can come inside if you like” You mirrored his smile as you took the bags from him

“Oh, no, it’s okay, Y/N. Today was really nice, by the way” 

“Yeah, same for m-” Before you could finish your sentence, Jaehyun planted a short kiss onto your forehead

“I’ll text you, yeah?” He turned around and left without another word after that, leaving you practically melting infront of your apartment door

BONUS

“Daddy, can I play with your phone?” Y/S/N asked Jaehyun, who seemed slightly taken aback by the title

“Uh- yeah- sure, kiddo” too shocked to do anything else, he pulled out his phone, unlocked it and handed it to Y/S/N

You chuckled at Jaehyun’s flustered state, but you’d be lying if it didn’t warm your heart that your son already saw Jaehyun as a dad even though you two had barely just started dating.

“Daddy,” Y/S/N called “Why is mommy’s name ‘Y/N Jung’?”

“Oh god-” Jaehyun quickly turned to Y/S/N and left the text app “No reason, try and keep it down, yeah Y/S/N?”

“What was that?” You asked, immensely taken aback

“nothing”

“My contact name is Y/N Jung?”

“Well I mean it’ll be your real name soon enough” He muttered under his breath

You and Jaehyun made quick eye contact before both of you burst out laughing, much to Y/S/N’s confusion. The laughter died down into a comfortable silence and Jaeyun opened his arms for a hug.

“You too, kiddo” He said, scooping up Y/S/N in the hug once you’d let Jaehyun wrap his arms around you

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[daddysfangirls-marvel]

70 Years to Happiness

warning: language, angst, fluff,

Summary: Reader moves in with the Avengers getting along with the others and has another sit down with Steve.

70 years of grief

70 years of pain

70 years alone

70 years to happiness

 “ What’s your opinion of The Reaper?” Fury asked as he and Tony walked down the hall. It was strange how empty this hall was but Tony put it down to Fury’s doing.

“(Y/n), I think she might be a good person actually.” Fury was shocked by Tony’s response, although he didn’t show it. That wasn’t the response he thought Tony would give but it was good none the less actually it was better than what he wanted.  “ I actually came here because I wanted to talk to her about her history”

“With Steve?”

“No her history in general. She had done a lot of amazing things in these past few decades. And I just wanted to talk about those. I mean she has been running around slaughtering Hydra but at the same time, she was marching for equal rights, abortion laws, civil rights, meeting Presidents, and just helping people. I want to know how and why”

Fury was aware of (y/n) history and the many things she did to help others while hunting down Hydra. Although her goal was Hydra she still stopped to support and help others along the way. She wasn't an entirely bad person she was just a good person doing really bad things to really bad people.

(Y/n) was a very skilled person with too much experience and knowledge. It would be a waste to keep her in that cell but then again he couldn’t just drop her in the streets to do as she pleased.

“Do you think she will be a good team player?”

“Team player? Like one of us? an Avenger... You want to make her an Avenger?” Tony actually hadn’t thought of letting her join the team but now with the idea in his head it seemed like a good one and he liked it.

“Of course we’ll have to take some security procedure. Put a tracking device on her, keep her locked down in the tower, under constant supervision, never -”

“No”

“no? ...You don’t want her apart of the team-”

“No, I’d love to have her on the team. I’m saying no to all the security bullshit. If she’s going to be on our team she is going to be treated like a real member and not some prisoner. She’s a good person.”

“And How do you know that?”

“I just do”

-

(Y/n) looked around the room everything was black and white the color scheme she had given Tony the day before.  It was nice, far nicer than any other place she had lived. There was a walk-in closet, a nice bathroom connected to her room with a shower and a big tub almost jacuzzi like. In the front room, there was an open kitchen and the living room had an L style couch a large flat screen on the wall in between to bookcases. It was all beautiful and fancy and modern. The Best part was her room was right across from Bucky. The worse part was her room was right next to Steve’s.

(Y/n) was aware of Steve being here and Steve was aware she was moving in but neither of them was willing to see or speak to the other yet. Steve for fear of being rejected or causing her any more pain. (Y/n) simply didn’t want to see him he brought up too many memories and emotions for her and she just didn’t want any of that right now. Although they both knew that they would eventually have to see and speak to each other as they lived and worked together now they were both just avoiding it for now.

“I love it” (Y/n) said as she turned around and hugged Bucky.

“None of your stuff is here as we did not know where you lived before so yeah. If you have anything I can go to get it with you but Natasha has offered up part of her closet to you until then.”

“ How about tomorrow today I just wanted to stay in your arms” (Y/n) said as she sighed and squeezed him tighter burying her face in his chest. She forgot what this felt like and it felt so good. “ Can we lay down and cuddle?”

“Yeah, I’d like that” Bucky Chuckled (Y/n) didn’t even let go instead she walked back towards the bed and pulls back the covers kicking off their shoes and climbs in. Both sighed in content as they held each other.

“We use to do this all the time” (Y/n) whispered in his chest as she gently traced shapes on to his side.

“I remember,” he said kissing her forehead it almost seemed natural and off instinct. He liked it and so did she. “ Tell me something”

“what?”

“anything”

“Did you know you took me to Prom twice? Yeah, You were two grades above me so I went to your senior prom and then you took me to mine.” She smiled at the memory she was scared of going to his senior prom because she was the youngest there and she was scared taking him to her senior prom because he was older than her and she was afraid someone would judge them. But both times turned out beautifully and perfect and both times they fell asleep under the stars only to go home in the morning and be scolded for being out all night.

“they were Perfect, you looked perfect,” Bucky said as he remembered a bit of both night. He remembered looking at her all night as she fell asleep looking at the stars. “ I remember the last one... you wore a beautiful long red dress with thin straps you twirled around to watch it flow. You made it yourself.”

“I made it with my mother one of the last things we made together.” She smiled humming at the memory “I still have it.”

“We can go get it tomorrow”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

-

Steve was leaning against the wall next to (y/n)’s open-door listening as their breathing became even and light, they were sleeping now. He sighed as he pushed off the wall he closed her door before making his way to the gym.

Steve remembered the Prom. His sister was happy when Bucky asked her but scared when the day arrives she feared others would say mean things about her because she was young and with Bucky. Bucky was a lady’s magnet even when he was only focusing on one. She feared the judgment and jealousy of other girls. Steve, who had managed to get a date last minute, was going to and he promised that no one would say anything bad and if they did he would sock them he didn’t care who they were. And he did end up socking someone in the face for saying extremely inappropriate things about his sister this furthered into a fight which caused Bucky and (y/n) to get involve and the three of them were kicked out of the dance. (Y/n) cried that night. Bucky ended up taking her away and Steve went home to cover for her. She never said it but he ruined her night.

Steve never forgave himself for that.

“Am I a joke to you?” Tony said he looked at the punching bag that just flew across the room. Steve always seemed to be breaking gym equipment especially when angry.

 Steve ignored Tony picking up the broken bag and drags it across the floor putting it against the wall. He sits on a bench and unwrapped his hands. “ She’s part of the team now. How does that make you feel?” Steve rolls his eyes but answered his question.

“Happy she’s alive Happy she’s joining us and doing good”

“But”

“Guilty and ashamed because I hurt her I left her... I wasn’t thinking about her and how she would feel back then I just made a decision out of rage and grieve and left her behind alone. I knew I was leaving her alone.” Steve started tearing up as he spoke

“Sad because I have my sister back but not really. She’ll never talk to me again she wants nothing to do with me. As much I want to run to her and hug her and hold her I can’t I know I can’t because if I do that I would be hurting her all over again and I don’t want to do that. I can’t I- I won’t.” He wiped his tears Tony pat him on the back “ She’s my sister and I love her. Even if she doesn’t love me anymore more I won’t stop loving her”

It was an awkward situation sitting next to a crying Captain America. Clearing his throat awkwardly and patting his back he spoke” I don’t think she stopped loving you. I don’t think she hates you I think she just says that because she knows it hurts you and she’s been hurting for a very long time she wants you to feel the pain she felt- But that’s just my opinion. Maybe you should find a way and some time to talk to her. She’s part of the team now she lives here it’s possible.”

Tony stands up shaking his head as he looks at the damaged gym equipment. He was going to start a tap for the things Steve broke. “ It’s late you should get some sleep, Rogers”

“you first” 

“Touche.” Tony said  putting up his hands in surrender “ Alright Steve, not all night”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey... thanks for listening and talking”

“No problem”.

-

“welcome” (Y/n) said as she opened the door to a run-down house. Bucky, Clint, and Natasha had volunteered to help her bring her things to the tower. She assured them it wasn’t much and all of them weren’t needed she could do it on her own but they insisted. “It’s not much.”

Walking into the house there was nothing no furniture, no pictures, no decoration, no nothing the house looked abandoned. They followed her down into the basement where it seemed a bit more lived in. Maps and weapons hung on the walls guns and bullets littered the floor. In the farthest corner of the room, there was a mattress and next to that mattress was an open truck filled with clothes.

“Sorry for the mess. I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”

“How long have you lived like this?” Natasha asked as she dragged her feet through a pile of bullets. (y/n) silences was an answer enough telling her she had been living like this for a very long time. She shouldn’t have.

“Most of this shit belongs in a museum,” Clint said as he picked up an old machine gun which had been collecting dust for the last couple of decades.

“Yeah, I should probably start donating this stuff.” She said rubbing her neck awkwardly

“Or open your own museum. Make some side money.” Clint said picking up a samurai sword.

“How about for now you stop playing around and help her pack, alright? you can be a super ninja later.”  Bucky takes the sword from him and sheath it he spots another truck across the room he opens it and finds hit empty he starts to fill it with the weapons that are laying around. Eventually, Clint and Natasha to start picking up and helping.

“Woah, Holy shit,” Clint says as he finds her rifle scythe he holds it up grinning.

“Ah, yes, yes that’s mine that’s mine.” (y/n) quickly runs over and took it from him she puts it in a special case she then looks around the room and founds another treating it the same. 

“That’s awesome,” Clint says still grinning like an idiot

“What are those,” Natasha asks

“Um ...rifle scythes, I made them myself. I only really use them when I’m trying to be flashy and intimating”

“They’re awesome and you’re amazing,” Clint says still having his mind blown.

“Thank you”

“You should get with Tony and Bruce maybe you could invent something cooler,” Clint says as Natasha smacks his hand he was reaching for the case with the weapons. She pushes him to get back to work. “where else have you been?”

“excuse me?”

“You’ve been alive for almost a hundred years don’t tell me you spent all that time in new york,” Natasha said then Clint whistle getting everyone's attention in one had was a photo album and the other was a picture of her in Paris. (y/n) laughed taking the picture and album from him she put it in her truck with her clothes and other little nick-knacks.

“London, Paris, Spain, Germany, Russia, Romania, China, South Korea, Mexico, Brazil, Poland, Vietnam, And Greenland. My favorite place Brazil. I’d like to go again  Oh and Japan I’d love to go to Japan.” (Y/n) said as she packed her belonging. Clint and Natasha began to talk about the places they have been too. Bucky watched as (y/n) interacted and playfully joked with the other two as they packed her things. She seemed to be enjoying herself and he liked that. Of course, he could still see the tension and pain in her eyes he could still see that she was scanning and observing the room possibly looking for an escape or a threat. He knew the feeling so he wasn’t going to stop her.

By the time they were done, they had packed three trucks with clothes, guns, and files. And a few smaller boxes with nick-knacks. It only took an hour to pack.

“You don’t own much,” Clint says as he got in the car after putting in the last box.

“I’m always on the move and there is always a possibility that someone might find me. Why buy lots of things when I might leave everything behind one day. It would be a waste.” Clint leaned forward looking at her in the front passenger more like glaring at her. He did this for a few minutes before she broke with a smile and said: “ I’m not a materialist person.”

“I’ll take it,” he said moving back into his seat but his place was soon replaced with Natasha

“We’re going to have to schedule a shopping spree”

“if you say so,” she says with no enthusiasm at all. Bucky laughs lightly. You never realize how much you’ve missed someone until you remember them.

-

Six months and (y/n) was adapting well to her new environment. Although it hasn’t been publicly announced she was an official member of the team and doing missions. She had become friendly with just about everyone including Peter. She even helps him with his homework when he needs it and not just history, all subjects.

The only person who wasn’t on good terms with (y/n) and openly created distance from her was Steve, her own brother. They only spoke to each other on missions and if absolutely necessary besides that they never spoke or stayed around each other.  Steve thought it was for the best and (y/n) simply did not want to be around him. But he wanted to change that.

It was just after dinner and most of everyone was lounging around the common room. Steve had just stepped in and (y/n) was standing up getting ready to make her departure. Yeah, it was that bad between the two.

“ (Y/n), If you have a moment I would like to talk to you. In private, please” Steve asked he noticed how the room fell silent and everyone’s eyes were on them. They were waiting for her response. Bucky stood up with her in case she didn’t want to go alone. She looked at him and gave him a small smile before turning to Steve with a scowl.

“Five minutes” he sighed in relief happy to have even that small amount of time... She followed him out of the common room and up to their apartment floor. “ Alright talk and talk fast,” she said as she sat on the couch he sat on the other end letting a gap stay between them.

“I love you. I um... I’m sorry that I left you I shouldn’t have left you but I just wanted to kill them all and avenge Bucky. They took him from us and I thought I had to et them before I came back to you I didn’t want to come back with bad news again I didn’t want to come back empty-handed. And honestly, at the time I was just angry and I justed wanted them all dead and six feet under. I wanted to kill them all with my bare hands and feel their blood. I... I abandoned you... I’ve made a lot of promises and I haven’t kept many of them and I’m sorry.

I know... I know you don’t like me, you probably hate me, I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m not asking for anything like that. I... I just want you to know I love you and I’m sorry I know that this doesn’t change anything. I’d like- I’d like to start talking to you again I’d like for us to be together again.  It won’t be the same I know that but I miss your voice I miss being around you I miss joking with you I miss everything about you. We use to be so close and I know we can’t be that close again but, please, I at least talk to me. You’re right here and I miss you still. I know you hate-”

“I DON’T HATE YOU STOP SAYING  THAT” she screamed standing up turning her back towards Steve who was crying on the couch she couldn’t look at his fac3e not now not like that “... I don’t - I don’t hate you. I never did. I was just angry I still am. And I’ve realized I shouldn’t be this angry and upset but I am. Because after everything that happened you came back and you looked okay you looked fine you looked happy. Then there was me who was sitting in the background suffering. You were surrounded by new friends smiling and I was all alone... You woke up you joined Shield, you fought aliens made friends and became famous... You woke up I never went to sleep.” she didn’t even bother to wipe her tears as they fell she sat back on the couch next to Steve.

“ I guess I was just jealous you slept through all the hardships and woke up to a new and somewhat better America while I had to run around trying to make America better and fighting Hydra. But I did it all for you, you were dead, and I knew this wasn’t an America you would like you would want to be apart of... I still love you I never stopped” She took his hand lacing his fingers with hers and squeezing his hand gently “... I think... ugh I’m going to talk to someone a therapist. I don’t think I should be feeling this way I don’t know anymore honestly. I’ll start talking to you again I’ll try with you... Maybe we can make fix each other and be just like before.”

“or...better?”

“Or better” She gently kisses the back of Steve’s hand and he sighs in relief as more tears spillover. Both of them stayed sitting on the couch holding each other hand. They didn’t talk, they didn’t lean in closer, they didn’t turn on the tv. They just handle hands and relished in the fact that after over a hundred years they were finally together.

“Friday, could you set us up for therapy appointment tomorrow?”

“Of course, sir. Is 9am okay?”

“yes, thank you”

“Hey, Steve, Bucky and I are dating now” (Y/n) said blushing and grinning like a schoolgirl. He hadn’t seen her smile in so long.

“yeah?”

“yeah”

“ Do you think I should give him the older brother talk again or does he remembers?” She laughed. He missed her laughed.

They weren’t there yet but they were on their way to happiness.

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[pbandjesse]

Im on the greyhound bus home. Were at w rest stop for a couple minutes. I'm looking forward to bring home. But man am I going to miss Jess. It was a really good visit.

I am a little distressed right bow because my temporary crown fell on like 20 minutes ago. Im starting to feel like this dentist office doesn't know what they are doing. Because it has literally been hurting all week and it falls out and all the pain disappeared. Seriously?? Im not pleased. I'll call in the morning but Im not happy.

But lets not focus on that. Today was a good, but diffeent then expected, day. I didnt sleep well. My back and kidney hurt really bad and I couldn't get comfortable. Eventually I did fall asleep. But i got woken up a bunch. It wasn't an easy night.

But we got up and got dressed. I finished packing. And we headed to breakfast. We were concerned Easter would effect the day a bunch,but it didn't. Not really.

We had a nice breakfast. And it was colder out then yesterday but it wasn't raining, so it wasn't so bad. We got the train and went to central park. The plan was to go to the Guggenheim but when we got there the line was around the block. We have no idea why. So we scrapped that plan. Instead we walked down the block and went to the Met insted.

And that was fun. Since they got rid of the oay what you want structure for everyone but NYC residents it wasnt so crowded. It was still busy but nothing like I've experienced in the past. I had a lot of fun finding pieces Jess matched. And we saw some enjoyable pieces. I had a good time. But that place is a maze. And I was getting tired.

So we headed back to her place, and grabbed my bags. I put on socks and she got another jacket. But of course when we got outside it was warmer. Ah well.

We got the couple trains to the port authority. And stopped for sandwiches across the street. After we ate we went to find my gate but I misread the board and ended up in the wrong space and then the person yelled at me. Not cool. But I got to the right one and had plenty of time to wait.

There was some drama. Because some guy didnt like that they were letting families with kids on first. And then there was older people woth priority tickets which made this lady freak out.

I was number 1 though so i got on after them with no issues. Got my seat and of course the yelly lady sat next to me. But then the tixket taker comes on the bus because he cant find her in the manifest. Because her ticket was for May 17th. Not April 21st. And she tries to say "they" did it wrong. And "they printed it that way!!!". Mind you she is screaming all of this. And saying they just got the month wrong. But the 17th and the 21st are differnt. So they made her get off the bus. Full house. If she had a better attitude they probably would have helped her bus she was nasty from the jump.

A much quieter woman is sitting next to me now. And its been an uneventful ride. Im to uncomfy to nap. But ive been enjoying my snacks and my podcast and watching the world go by. Having my crown fall out again was distreasing but im glad to not be hurting anymore.

We are running a but behind now. I think I'll be home around 9. I hope for earlier but well see. Im excited to see my bed. Ill see James tomorrow. But tonight it to be quiet and by myself.

Good night everyone. Sleep well. Be safe. Take care of your teeth!!

#ootd #babe #selfie #art #furby #tired #long day #road trip #sunday #the met #new york #friend

[lafeae]

Prompt: Overdose for @purplecladblondie

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Characters: Seto Kaiba, Joey Wheeler

Read on AO3

Warnings: Prescription drug use, near death

For: @badthingshappenbingo

Words: 1612

It started with a pill over coffee. Kaiba slipped it onto his tongue and rolled it around, almost biting down on the round ends before washing it back. He knew better. Biting it wouldn’t make it work any faster even if he wished it would.

As soon as he took the first pill, he knew that by lunch he’d be taking another pill because the effects had worn off. His migraines were the thing of legends. They throbbed hot and hard behind his eyes, leaving spots in his vision. He often found himself pressing his face in his hands, pushing the tips of his fingers so deep into his eyes that he was convinced, one day, he might blind himself.

It would certainly make the light more bearable.

It wasn’t long before a pair of hands rested on the side of his head, the fingertips gently rubbing in circular, clockwise motions. Kaiba’s hands dropped from his face, and he straightened his back to get a little closer to the warm body behind him. “Mm, morning Joseph,” he hummed.

“Morning, Seto.” Kaiba’s hand ran up the forearm connected to the gentle, soothing hands. “I heard ya get up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Kaiba replied.

“Migraine wake you up again?”

Kaiba nodded, and was rewarded with a wave of nausea that he swallowed down. In reply, Joey applied a little more pressure and slowed his circles.

For the few minutes of the massage, Kaiba was in bliss. If there was any magic in the world, it was Joey’s hands, gentle and kind to his suffering. A surprise, given his beat up knuckles and calloused palms, but over the course of their relationship, Joey had surprised him plenty of times.

“You going to work today?” Joey asked.

“Yes.”

“What about the party tonight?”

Kaiba hummed, having almost forgotten about the ridiculous gala. He hated forced social events; they were nothing but gossip and pointless networking. On any regular day, he had a headache by the end of it. Going there with a migraine was going to take every ounce of will he had. Will, and the pill bottle sitting on the kitchen table.

“We’re still going.”

Joey groaned, and his hands wavered for a few seconds. Enough that the migraine crept back in, albeit dulled. “These things are so stupid...you got a migraine. We got an excuse t’ stay home an’ veg on the couch. C’mon.”

Kaiba grimaced as Joey walked around the table. Even the sound of his bare feet slapping on the tile was grating.

“As much as I’d love to, we have to attend this one,” Kaiba said. It was an event of the season sort of gala; anyone who was anyone would be there, and it would look poorly on him to not make an appearance. Even if it was just for an hour. “We’ll be quick.”

“If you say so.”

He took another pill, just in case.

—

On the car ride to the gala, he’d taken his fifth pill. The third had been at lunch, the fourth on his way home from work. He was sleepless, shaky. It could have been the caffeine, too, because he knew it sometimes helped. Not today. All he knew was the he needed to avoid alcohol and drink seltzer for the short period time he spent making small talk with vaguely familiar faces.

The party was exceptionally bright and loud. Like everyone wanted him to suffer as much as possible. Most of the ballroom was decorated in bright shades of white and gold. A large and ostentatious chandelier was the centrepiece, making everything, including wine glasses, silverware, and the copious amounts of jewellery the women wore, sparkle and shine.

He kept looking to the floor or ducking into a space by the grand staircase. It was the furthest away from the whiny string quartet and muffled the voices being echoed off the vaulted ceilings. He could draw people into short conversations, walk them along the edges of the ballroom where the light was lowest, before he returned back to the corner.

He’d lost Joey in the mess. Usually he kept the blond at his side to be sure he wasn’t making any social missteps, but today, in spite of the caffeine, he didn’t have the energy. His reputation could survive Joey’s mischief—assuming he survived.

It was more than the hour that he wanted it to be. He spent too much time either making idle conversation or looking for Joey that he lost track of time, and found that it had been closer to two and half hours, maybe three. He had likely lost time because of the champagne he promised himself not to drink, but it made swallowing two more pills easier and, in turn, it made his migraine lessen. Almost like Joey’s magic hands. Close, but not quite.

The brightness of the lights had begun to dim. He thought nothing of the darkness at the edge of his vision, believing he had finally found relief after eight or nine pills, but it could have been for other reasons. He was too tired, too listless, to anguished to even care that he probably had just made a very risky cocktail of substances. Uppers, downers, and whatever else was in the prescription that he knew was stronger than any over-the-counter paracetamol.

Kaiba’s mind was hazy. The room, and all it’s dazzling colours, spun as he took a step forward. He had to find Joey and get out. They could go home and get some sleep. Finally, after three days, he could get some sleep and...

Glass shattered at his feet. He looked down at the remnants of the champagne flute, the tip of his shoe toeing through the million little twirling shards and the frothy, golden bubbles.

“Oh my God, Mr. Kaiba, I’m so sorry,” a high-pitched woman said. She hung at the side of his vision, a literal blob of colours. Paint on an artist’s palette.

He was so dizzy that he was fighting not to stagger backwards, even as the champagne soaked the soles of his shoes. The woman carefully dabbed at the lapel of his suit, blotted in shades of red.

Kaiba recalled himself asking, “What are you doing...?” and fighting not to slur his words together. The whiny string quartet, the raucous voices and laughter, everything fell to a very tunnelled din in his ears. Almost like cars passing by in a far tunnel.

Cold. His fingers were cold and numb. Was that why he dropped the glass? Or was it because he couldn’t manage a breath any further than three or four ribs down. It stuck to his sternum, weak and phlegmy, and when he looked up, there were two glittering, amber stars.

—

“Jesus Christ! Move. Fuckin’ move!” Joey shoved by all the curious shoulders that were packed tightly around the main staircase. “Seto! Seto what’s a’matter? Seto?”

Kaiba’s name was hissed on everyone’s tongues, passing through the crowd like wildfire. He could hear them all gossiping, making assumptions based on what they saw. Snakes, everyone one of them, Joey thought as he breached through.

Joey froze.

His lover was laid out, nearly spread-eagle, with his head lulled to the side. His eyes were open, but only just. There was very little life in them, and it may have only been the life that Roland was pumping into him, violently performing chest compressions.

Joey dropped to the man’s side and leaned far over Kaiba, looking for signs of life. There was no colour on Kaiba’s face or down his neck. His lips were twinged a deep blue, almost purple, as if someone had socked him in the mouth.

If only, Joey thought. There wasn’t any blood, just lumps of bile crusted around his mouth.

“Seto! Seto, wake up...tell me w-what happened? Huh, who poisoned ya? Tell me what’s goin’ on, please. Please, ya stupid bastard. P-puh-please,” Joey begged, holding back his sobs and stifling the snot that ran down his upper lip. “Please...please, wake up. Please.”

Joey fell to his knees by Kaiba’s head, pulling it up into his lap. Roland tried to admonish him, but Joey didn’t listen. He carded his fingers through Kaiba’s hair before reaching down and performing mouth-to-mouth, however lopsided it was.

“C’mon,” he whispered to the chill lips. “Talk. Tell me something, please...”

Small, weak breaths puffed against his. “....pup...”

Joey nodded and brushed tears away. He could hear EMTs hollering for people to get out of the way. “You’re okay. I promise, you’re gonna be okay.”

“...your...hands...”

“Who did this?” Joey asked.

It was easier to believe that someone had poisoned Kaiba. People had done plenty of awful things to him and Mokuba; this almost wasn’t out of the ordinary, even if it was so very public. But deep down, Joey knew. He’d watched Kaiba down two pills for the migraine before he left for work. Just like he’d watch Kaiba dwindle down the month’s supply over the last few days, silently begging for relief from a burden that the blond wished he could share.

Carefully, he pressed his fingers to Kaiba’s temples and began to rub. “S-still hurt?” He hiccuped.

“...yeah...”

“You’re gonna be okay.”

A half-hearted smirk appeared. Joey wanted to believe that it was poison still. Just like he wanted to believe his Old Man really needed the booze to stop nerve pain from an old work injury.

“I’m take care of ya. I’m good at takin’ care of people...,” Joey assured, pressing his fingers down and rubbing harder circles. “make the migraine go away. We’ll...we’ll find out who hurt ya. Promise. J-just...just keep breathin’.”

#ygo #yugioh #seto kaiba #fanfic #joey wheeler #jounouchi katsuya #whump #hurt/comfort #challenge #badthingshappenbingo #overdose #tw:drug abuse

[changji]

Wow you really went off the other day but at least it was worth it 😪 I normally look at the scenery when I’m on a road trip, but then I get bored of it and decide to sleep bc there’s nothing else to do. Motion sickness must suck :(( do you take gravol or something to help with it? Coffee literally drains the life out of my funds it hurts me

Yes omg pls make me cookies I love them. Maybe you can even open a bakery with pastries and sell some good /cheap/ coffee. Ilyt my dear baker 🥺 ye I’m not the biggest fan of my bday either but gotta celebrate anyway!! One year closer to death woohoo 🎉🎉 your birthday is the most important day of the year!!! You can’t fight me on this I’m right

Pearls are so good. Like most places I go to don’t add anything to the pearls so it’s just bland squishy balls but the place I frequent adds I think honey to sweeten them. It gives the pearls life istg. It tastes so good 🤤 hollering is a funny word. For some reason I always associate it with yodelling which makes me laugh

Ksks you must be op if you can make a joke in the wall with a door slam. I can’t relate my arms are literally sticks and I have no strength in me. Chrome books are terrible in general. Add my schools terrible wifi and you get one big recipe for disaster. I’d never fight u either (unless it’s for your bday) ily too much for that 🥺🥺🥺

Hahah I think it’s me. I haven’t heard anyone say “go ham” except for the people who go to my school. I find it really funny tho so I try to incorporate it whenever I can LOL easily burnt? Can’t relate but apparently I easily tan. There’s this one diagonal stripe on my shoulder that separates pale me and tan me which ??? How did that happen and what was I wearing for that to happen??

It’s all fun and games until you go outside and see a mountain of snow waiting for you to be shovelled. But there are some good aspects to winter, like skating and skiing and all that fun stuff. Snow is so heavy?? Or maybe I’m just weak but after I finish shovelling I’m beat. Gardening is not my thing. There’s too many bugs involved flying around 🥴

Kind of? I always thought it was short for cappuccino but I could be wrong. They don’t taste like fraps tho, they’re sm better. I was always a frap hoe until I discovered lattes. My old elementary school was close to a Starbucks so whenever frappy hour was happening, my friends and I would go almost every day LOL

I heard that dunkin coffee is really good. Oof there’s so many things that the us have that Canada doesn’t. But apparently you guys don’t have ketchup chips?? How can one live without them? You know that’s what soulmates are, we’re stuck together forever and I don’t mind that. I’d never leave you 😌😌

YES OMG LATTES ARE SO EXPENSIVE. I pay around the same amount and my wallet cries every time. If you ever yeet yourself off a bridge I’d come visit u in hell and bring u iced coffee 💖 we really are soulmates wtf I get almond milk in my lattes as well!! I used to get normal milk and was like “I’m a bad bitch milk can’t hurt me” but that didn’t really work out. Sigh what we do for coffee 😔

Washing dishes is disgusting. I hate doing them but yk someone’s gotta do it and that someone is me 😤 I’m acc lazy when it comes to smoothies, I usually ask my mom to make them LMAO. Pancakes are pretty much made of flour if you think about it so technically when u eat one plain ur eating cooked flour,, how barbaric. Waffles are Built. Like. They have a 20 pack 😪😪

I love angst personally so pls go ham but not too ham I’d like to keep my heart. Honestly at this point my last brain cell has given up on me. But yes I love angst and I love torturing myself with heart wrenching angst that leaves me crying into my pillow at 3am (I’m talking about this one haikyuu fic that I forgot the name of. I was literally dying inside jalsjwo)

Pls do send me peet’s I’ll send you an iced capp in a cooler so it’ll be somewhat melted and probably spilt everywhere 🤪 tumblrs probably gonna block me again, I’m looking at how much I’ve typed rn and it’s a lot lmaoo. Yes I managed to save myself. I redid the whole last with less detail bc I was not Having It but it turned out better?? How is ur drawing now?

I start after labour day in September. But starting in 3 weeks?????? On a Thursday?? I could never wtf. When do you end? I’m so confused with these ap and honours thing, like there’s none offered in my school nor majority of the school district. Are they just advanced classes or something? It is 7 classes a semester or the whole year?

Stan talent i think you meant yourself??? Jsjsksk I am not only ur coffee soulmate I’m not #1 fan as well and I support u bc ily 🥺🥺 the read more tag had me laughing for a hot minute. Like we really could make an essay out of all of our replies. I don’t have any pets (besides fish does that count?) unfortunately bc my moms allergic to fur 🥺 hbu?? (I can’t believe tumblr blocked me again they can fight me)

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i didn’t even pay LOL i freeloaded off my cousin 🤧 i like to look @ scenery sometimes but like i can’t bc my head hurts LOL and the scenery is always the same for me, mountains and fields with cows. i try to take dramamine but it makes me so drowsy that i’m just basically dead,,, i live off of my cousins money so i’m okay 🤪

tbh i use nestle toll house pre made cookie dough, like that shit actually slaps. it’s the best it’s so good omg, perfect for lazy hoes 🤧 death here we go ! the order is ur bday, then skz debut date, and then christmas i don’t make the rules sorry sis 😤

pearls are Dangerous, i once drank a smoothie and there were pearls in it and i couldn’t see them bc there were like. only 3 and they were Buried under the smoothie but i choked and almost died but i chewed one of them and it’s like. so weird. HOLLERING AND YODELING IM- i once went to some public yodeling class and left in 2 seconds bc it was a bunch of white boys dressed like the kid from walmart 😪

it’s not even strength i’m actually rly weak,, i always think the doors are closed but they’re not and so i like slam them open and the walls are thin so it’s just. a sad hole. terrible wifi,, my school has pretty good wifi tbh but we have like three connections, one for the chrome books only, one for the teachers & staff, and one for students and guests. like it works rly good but everyone has a VPN bc of stupid social media restrictions 😤 & ilyt 🥺 u would probably win in a fight tho LOL

go ham is so interesting. the first time i heard it i thought it meant go pig and i was so confused but ig,,, i live lathered in sun screen whenever i go somewhere with the sun. ppl are like “i smell sun screen” and im just there like 🙃 it’s me u got a problem u burnt chicken nugget ??? i wish i tanned easily, i have a tan friend and when i showed her when my legs got tan she was so confused. i thought i was tan tho? bc during marching band season my sock tan becomes So Bad i’m basically white. she said she was blinded when she saw me pull my sock down and i laughed so hard LOL & i hate those dumb random tan lines like. where u @ bro? where u come from??

snow is fun for like a day and then i get tired LOL i csn only handle wet socks and a red nose for so long 😔 i tried skiing one time and i did so bad that the instructor had to hold me down and walk with me down the slope. i fell so many times i think he hated me 😳 i’m also rly bad at skating? i went w my friends once and i held both of their hands and still managed to bring both of them down when i fell. a cute guy once helped me when i was struggling to walk so 🥴 not my brightest moment tbh,, trying to walk in skates while on ice. do u enjoy skiing/skating? also gardening is. gross. worms and dirt and the sun i’m not here for it.

u: cappuccinos! me: ...ice bergs,,, now that i think about it fraps kinda suck,,, i used to think i was So Cool for drinking starbucks but now i’m like. wow. i used to think there was coffee in a frap but it’s just. sugar and ice LOL also speaking of tmrw is bogo fraps here,, idk if it’s all over the world but myb u should check it out 😪

dunkins okay it depends on what you get, i once got an iced latte and it was good but my dad got an iced coffee and he like. hated it so we had to switch and it was so bad like. it was coffee crime. it was horrible and not strong it was basically milk 😤 also,, ketchup chip? i just googled what that was and. that’s literally so weird. fun fact i hate ketchup and all other condiments i can only eat bbq sauce and i tolerate steak sauce

UR LITERALLY SO CUTE OKAY UR MINE NOW HHHH

i mentioned this in the other ask but. we going broke bitches club 😪 when u come visit me it’ll be old town road the one w mason ramsey on a loop. nothing will top the og remix but no, i’ll be stuck listening to some 5 year old rap for all of eternity

I USED TO BE SUCH A GOOD KID AND DRINK MILK EVERY MORNING ever since i got to middle school i preferred sleep over waffles and milk and i hardly drink milk but when i do. my stomach does not have it.

my mom made me wash dishes today and she just stared at me when i put ziploc bags on my hands bc we didn’t have gloves but i just painted my nails and i’m not abt to put myself thru chipped nails. not yet 😤 waffles are so good like i love waffles and lattes only 🤧

well i’ll go very ham (am i doing it right LOL) 😤 the angst ending is a lot better than the open ended or happy ones LOL i’m so excited for it 🥺 i’m rly tryna get it out before the end of this month bc the edit says july and it’ll make me Mad if i don’t get it out before the end of this month

i wanna start in september 🤧 and i usually end in the first week of june. also on a wednesday LOL it’s gross. stupid. ap means advanced placement so it’s just. a college level class. lowkey mad bc i’m taking ap euro (as a sophomore 😒) and other schools take it in their senior years? apparently this is normal? and honors are just faster paced classes with more weighting so,, idrk oops 😬 some people take 7 classes in a semester but i took it for the whole year! this year i’m dropping orchestra i’m Not for that spit in the carpet life

the only talent in this house goes by ada and jisung. i don’t make the rules. i’m ur #1 fan 🥺 as soon as u post anything i automatically smash that rb button LOL also put a read more here bc like. we’re really out here writing a whole ass essay. i’ll look @ all our convos bet it’ll be like. a lot. i don’t wanna say smth and be off so i’ll just not. i have a dog! he’s the cutest in the world and i love him sm 🥺 tumblr can fight me first like. what’s this ask limit bull hhhhh

#read more... again #we can write a whole fic w our convos LOL #queen ada 💞 #mutuals #asks

[dragqueen-eddie]

Our Last Summer (2)

Summary: Y/N and Beverly meet The Losers club, Not knowing what events would begin after you meet them.

A/N: I’m so glad that so many of you like this! I’m really enjoying writing this! (Hence why This is the second part i’m realising today. FUCK  THIS IS LONG I’M SORRY. (Also i started this at 12 pm, it is now half 2 in the morning again. end me.)

(PART 1) (PART 3)

Sunlight hit your eyes through your bedroom curtains. Wearily, you opened your eyes and sat up. As you sat up, you heard a book fall off of your bed and onto the floor, a groan escaped your mouth as your eyes searched for your clock.

8:03 It read. You’d have just enough time to get ready and eat breakfast before going to meet Beverly. Reluctantly, you sat up, sitting on the edge of your bed and sliding your feet into your slippers.The clanking of dishes could be heard downstairs, Rubbing your eyes lazily, you stood up and began to get ready for the day ahead. Looking through your wardrobe, You decided on a paisley oversized blouse over a white vest, which you loosely tucked it into your blue denim shorts. Walking to the bathroom, You continued getting ready, before slipping on your socks and shoes and sorting out your room, cleaning up any messes and making your bed. 

When you reached the kitchen, you saw your mother and father already dressed and ready for their day. 

“Morning dear, sit down.” Your father said from behind his news paper, which made a barrier between you both. Silently, you did what you were told and sat across from him. Your mother silently placed down your breakfast in front of you and went to carry on doing the dishes. Before you could begin to eat your cereal your father piped up from behind his news paper.

“What was all the commotion about when you’d come home yesterday?” He said in an eerily calm voice, you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“It was nothing, Daddy. I-I just saw a... big dog. I thought it was chasing me. I-it won’t happen again. I’m sorry.” You spoke quietly, looking down into your cereal bowl.

Your father was silent for what felt like an eternity before speaking up again.

“It better not, Y/N. You know what will happen otherwise.” He said once again, in a calm voice. He put his news paper down as your mother put his breakfast down in front of him. You checked the time on the clock on the wall, 8:46,

You began to eat as fast as you could, under your fathers watchful eye. 

“Slow down, What are you rushing for?” Your mother said from the sink, a scowl evident on her face.  

“Oh, i’m going to meet Bev. We were going to plan a sleepover for next week. I didn’t get around to asking you yet.” You told your mother, glancing at your father after speaking. You didn’t know where he stood with Beverly.

“Beverly Marsh? The janitors daughter?” Your father said after a sip of coffee

“Yes. Is it OK if she stays over?” You spoke in almost a whisper. 

“I don’t see why not. She has always been such a lovely girl. Her fathers a right one though, I almost called the police on him once you know, he’s-” Your mother didn’t get to finish her sentence before your father interjected.

“For god’s sake woman will you be quiet!” Your father snapped and slammed his coffee cup hard on the table. The sound made you and your mother gasp.

Another long silence that held thick in the air.

“A sleepover...” He continued “Will be fine. I’m away this week. Another last minute business trip. Have it then. Now, get out”

You knew what a business trip meant. It meant you and your mother would be alone in the house, you’d hear your mothers cries from her room, You knew exactly what your father would be doing, and you knew it wasn’t work. Standing as fast as you could and grabbing your backpack, you rushed out of the back door and climbed onto your bike, riding as fast as you could over to Beverley’s house.

Stopping your bike outside of Beverly’s house, you saw her sitting on the fire escape, a cigarette hanging loosely in her mouth.

“Hey. Ready to go, Bevvie?” You called up to her. Smiling to you as she put her cigarette out, she climbed down the fire escape and over to you.

“Yeah, can we swing by the pharmacy before we go to the park?” She asked as you passed her your back pack, she swung it over her shoulders and climbed onto the back of your bike, sitting on the seat, she put her arms around your waist.

“Sure, I need to get some things anyway.” with that you pushed off towards the pharmacy.

It had taken you and Bev at least half an hour to get to the pharmacy, You had almost ran into Henry and his Goons but you managed to find a alley way to ride down before they saw you both, Henry always liked to tease you both. Taunting you, calling your names, making up rumours...

The two of you walked into the pharmacy side by side, deciding to split up in the store, promising to meet at the entrance in 5 minutes, you both went off in separate directions.

Walking to the middle aisle, you spotted 3 boys squabbling about medical supplies, but they stopped once they saw you. Raising a brow at them, you grabbed a tube of moisturiser that was on a shelf next one of them before walking past them again to the cash register. As you paid for your thing’s, you felt Beverly tap you on the right shoulder. She smiled to you and mouthed ‘follow my lead’ to you before turning her attention to the cashier. Glancing behind you, you saw the same three boys staring at you and Beverly. You sighed inwardly and turned back to Beverly and the cashier.

“I like your glasses Mr. Keean, You look just like Clark Kent.” Beverly poured on the charisma and gave Mr. Keean an award winning smile.  

“Or maybe even Bruce Banner.” You agreed, finding it hard to keep a straight face while talking.

Mr. Keean chuckled and played with his glasses, muttering about how he doesn’t resemble either characters. ‘You’re not wrong there’ you thought.

“Can I try them on?” Beverly asked with a charming smile, you smiled to him and raised your eyebrows a little, he reluctantly gave her his glasses and she slid them on delicately, asking how she looked.

“Well what about that, you look just like Lois Lane.” He said to her, it made your stomach turn slightly but you still somehow managed to keep a straight face. 

“Let me try them, Bevvie.” You made a grab for the glasses but your elbow knocked a rack of cigarettes on the counter over. 

“Oh no, i’m so sorry sir.” pouring on an apologetic voice as he bent down to pick up the items you had knocked over. Beverly turned her head and motioned to the boys to leave, rustling and things being knocked over could be heard behind you, laughing lightly you turned to Bev, who was reaching for a pack of Marlboro’s that were on the counter. Quietly, she slid them into her pocket.

After the two of you had paid and apologised once more to Mr. Keean, you both left the store side by side, exchanging amused look’s to each other.

“He’s such a creep.” You said laughing while holding your bike next to you. The both of you began to walk down the street, laughing about the incident that had just occurred.

“Nice acting, you don’t usually clock on that quick.” She teased you as you laughed. You noticed that one of the boys from the store was standing a few feet away, you both approached him. Bill Denbrough was his name, you were sure he had been in your history class but you couldn’t be sure.

He reached into his pocket and got a dollar bill out and offered it to Beverly, who reached into her back pocket and showed him the pack of cigs she had stolen.

“Even Stevens.” She winked at Bill, while you gave him a small smile.

Turning your attention to the alley way and saw some other boys, attending to... Ben. You nudged Beverly and nodded towards the scene.

“Isn’t that-?” You asked began to ask, but Beverly finished your sentance for you,

“Ben from sosh?” she asked and the both of you walked down the alleyway with Bill following close behind.

“Are you OK? that looks like it hurts.” Beverly asked.

You winced.You could see the ‘H’ shaped wound on Ben’s stomach, you could already tell that Henry had done it. That ass hole.

Ben tried to brush it off, saying that its no problem, that he was fine, which he very obviously wasn’t.

“Don’t worry guys, I just... fell.” He mumbled

“Yeah right into Henry Bowers.” A kid with bug round glasses piped up

“S-s-shut it R-Richie.” Bill said from beside you.

“What? Its the truth!”

“Are you sure they got the right stuff to fix you up?” Bev said with an amused smile as she stepped forward to Ben. Laughing lightly, you looked over to Ben, who also had a smile on his face.

“Don’t w-worry we can h-h-handle it. T-Thanks again B-B-Beverly.” Bill paused a moment and stared at Beverly before realising you were there too “Oh and Y-Y-You too, Y-Y/N.” You smiled in response.

“We were t-thinking of going t-to the q-q-quarry tomorrow i-if you guys w-wanted to c-c-come.”

“Sounds fun.” You piped up quietly.

“She speaks!” Richie shouted which made you jump, You gave him a strange look. 

“Yeah, it does. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Beverly said as you both turned around and made your way put of the alley way.

You heard them talking behind you both as you walked away, rolling your eyes a little.

“The one with glasses seems like an ass hole.” Beverly laughed at your statement.

“Come on, lets got to the park, we can plan our summer.” She said as you both got onto your bike.

That afternoon was spent with just Beverly and you, joking and laughing in the park. The two of you sat under the shade of a tree, each with a note book and a pen, writing what you wanted to accomplish this summer. Little did the two of you know that you would only be able to complete only a few of the tasks. 

“OK so sleepover tomorrow night, my house. You bring the snack, I’ll get the movies.” You said to Beverly as you walked side by side, almost at your house, you were thankful you lived close to the park. After what had happened yesterday you did not want to walk home alone again.

She nodded in response, playing with the end of her hair.

“Are we going to the Quarry tomorrow?” You asked with a raised brow, Beverley contemplated for a moment before replying.

“Sure. It’ll be fun. Same plan as today? My house, 9 am and then down to the quarry.” you nodded along. 

“Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.” you smiled and gave her a quick hug before walking into your house. Little did you know about the horror that Beverley would be facing later on that night.

Tag list: @sound-board-controls @sleepyrichie

#IT 2017 #It imagine #losers club imagine #losers club x reader #The Losers club #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #stan uris #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #mike hanlonm x reader #ben hanscom x reader #beverly marsh x reader #bill denbrough x reader #stan uris x reader #Our Last Summer

[drawingsanddrabbles]

The F Word (Family)

betaed/inspired/title by @timdrakeothy 

Jon runs away and Clark gets what he deserves

ao3      ffn

Tim was still awake and Kon slept soundly next to him. He had kicked off the blanket a while back, having a pillow between the bottom of his laptop and his lap so that the machine didn’t burn him. He didn’t need the blanket since Kon was, himself, a heater. He snuffled softly in his sleep.

The knock on the door was unexpected. Tim glanced at the time, one thirty in the morning, if someone was knocking on the door at this time it probably meant that either someone had died (again) or Dick and Barbara had a fight and he needed a place to sleep or it meant that Jay and his team needed a place to crash. Great. Just what Tim needed when he wanted to get work done.

The someone knocked again on the door and Tim sighed, closing his laptop. He walked to the door and opened it. “If you just apologize to her for whatever you did she’ll-” He began only to notice that there was no one there.

Someone rammed into his knees and Tim looked down.

Crap.

Jon Kent stood wrapped around Tim’s knees. A small suitcase next to him. He was in his pajamas (Teen Titans themed) a small teddy bear with a Superboy shirt on it. “Jon, what are you doing here?” Tim asked, detaching the small seven year old from him.

“Daddy is mean, so I ran away.” Jon mumbled, toying with his teddy bear, tears falling from his eyes.

Well, shit.

“C’mon in, Kid.” Tim said, picking up Jon’s suitcase. Jon waddled into the room and ran to the couch, climbing on it.

“It’s okay, Tim, I’ll just sleep here until I figure out something to do. I promise I’ll clean up after myself.”

Tim sighed and placed the suitcase on the couch. “Do you want to tell me why you ran away?”  Tim asked Jon. Jon cuddled his teddy bear.

“I told you. Daddy was being mean.”

Tim stood. “Do you want some hot chocolate?” He asked Jon.

Jon shook his head. “Mommy says I’m not allowed to have hot chocolate before bed. It has too much sugar.”

“Uh… Okay, how about some warm milk then. No sugar in that.”

Jon considered it while climbing over to his suitcase. He began unpacking. Apparently all he decided to bring was his toothbrush, extra underwear and socks, some comic books and an energy bar. He placed each of his (rather neatly packed, actually) items on the floor in pretty little piles. He organized them and nodded, “okay, I guess I could have milk.”

Tim warmed up some milk, carefully to stop the microwave before it beeped so that Kon wouldn’t wake up (not that even an earthquake could wake up). He brought Jon the milk and made a cup of tea for himself.

He sat next to Jon and Jon sipped thoughtfully from the cup. “Do you want to tell me why your Dad was being mean? You know he and your Mom love you very much and probably are wondering where you are.”

Jon’s eyes widened. “You can’t tell them where I am! I’m running away, Tim, they can’t know! If you do I’ll leave!”

“Can’t I just tell them you’re safe?”

“No! I know they love me very much, it’s not me they’re being mean to. And they can’t know where I am until they stop.” Jon said resolutely.

“How did you get here?” Tim asked Jon.

Jon took another introspective sip from his cup. “I took the bus.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “You… took a bus?”

“Mhm, that’s how Kon brought me here last time.”

“Yeah but he flew you in from Kansas first.” Jon said nothing. “You flew. From Kansas. Jon, do you even know how to fly on your own?”

“I fell a couple times, but I’m okay.”

“Do you know how dangerous that is? You could have been hurt!”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Jon said softly.

Tim sighed and rubbed his eyes. “It’s okay, Jon. Just… you have to be careful.”

“I was!”

“...Jon, when you said they weren’t being mean to you, who were they being mean to?” Jon mumbled something that Tim couldn’t hear. “I’m sorry, what?” Tim asked.

“They’re being mean to Kon.” He whispered.

Oh. Oh no.

Tim had apparently been silent too long because Jon tugged at his shirt gently. “Tim? Are you angry?”

Tim shook his head. “I’m okay, Jon. Are you done with your milk?”

Jon nodded and wiped at his mouth. He gave the cup back to Tim and Tim put it in the sink. Jon wiggled off of the couch and took his toothbrush. “Can I use your toothpaste? I forgot mine.”

“Yeah, sure thing, kiddo. Do you need help?”

Jon shook his head and walked into the bathroom. Tim heard the water running and the door close. He waited until he was sure Jon was preoccupied with his nightly ritual and then he called Clark.

“Tim? I’m really busy right now, Jon’s-”

“I know, Clark. He’s here.”

“W-what?” Tim heard Clark called Lois and put him on speaker. “Why is he with you? Is he okay? Wh-”

“Clark, he’s fine.”

“Why are you whispering?”

“He’s in the bathroom right now, he made me promise not to call you.”

“What? Why?” The parents chorused.

“He’s really upset right now, I think it would be best if he stayed here the night, until he calms down.”

There was a silence on the other end. “Did he say why he ran away?” Lois asked. Clark added, “how did he get to Gotham? Did Kon pick him up? If he did I swear that kid-”

“No-no. He flew here himself. Listen, he’s coming out of the bathroom, I’ve got to go. He’s safe, okay.”

“Wait Tim-”

Tim hung up and Jon walked out of the bathroom. “Do you want me to hold your hand while you fall asleep?” He asked Jon.

Jon shook his head. “I haven’t needed anyone to hold my hand since I was four.” He said like Tim was an idiot for not knowing this. He climbed onto the couch and cuddled his stuffed animal. “But could you read me a bedtime story?” He asked bashfully.

“Of course, kid.” Tim said. He sat down on the couch next to Jon and Jon picked out one of his comics for Tim to read. Tim read, doing voices for each of the characters but halfway through Jon was fast asleep. Tim grabbed an extra blanket and pillow from the linen cupboard and he tucked in Jon.

Tim sent Clark a picture of him fast asleep and Clark sent back a smiling face. Thanks, he texted back, tell him when he wakes up we love him and want him home.

Will do, Tim sent back.

There was a minute of nothing and then, and tim?

Yeah?

Lois and I talked it over. We’re okay with him staying with you guys as long as he likes, just… keep him safe. And bring him home soon. Okay?

Sure thing, Clark.

“Kon, we need to talk.” Tim said softly. Kon groggily awoke.

“Why are you whispering?” He asked.

“Jon ran away from home last night.”

“What?” Kon cried, Tim covered his mouth, shushing him.

“He’s okay. He’s here.”

“He-he ran away from home and came here?” Kon asked, confused.

Tim nodded. “He’s on our couch.”

“Crap,”

“What?” Tim asked, suddenly concerned.

“We have no food in the house, how are we going to feed him when he wakes up?”

“Already covered. Steph is getting here in ten minutes and making waffles. Kon, he said he ran away because Clark was being mean-”

“Clark was being mean to him? Why that son of a-”

“No, Kon, he said he ran away because Clark was being mean to you.”

Kon was dumbstruck. “What?”

“Yeah.”

“So this… this is my fault.”

“No, Kon, of course it isn’t. He’s seven Kon, little kids do weird things that make sense to no one but them. But Kon, we should talk to him about it. Don’t you think?”

“Of course. What about Clark and Lois? Do they know?”

“I called them last night. They’ve agreed to let him stay with us until he figures this out.”

Kon nodded. “Okay. What do you have planned for today?” He asked, knowing that Tim probably stayed up all night planning the perfect way to get Jon back to his parents.

“Well, first breakfast. Then you can take him on a walk, to the park maybe? I still have some work things to clear up but I can meet you and be free by lunch.”

“So, when do we bring him back to Clark and Lois?”

“When he’s ready, which won’t be long since he’s seven and this will probably blow over super quickly. I ran away when I was seven, trust me, he’ll be homesick soon enough.” Though the situation had been slightly different for Tim, as his parents hadn’t noticed.

“Okay.” Kon said. “Okay.”

“Kon, everything will be fine.” Tim promised.

Kon tiptoed past his baby brother to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and dressed. While he was in the bathroom Steph arrived with an armful of cooking supplies. He walked out while Steph was in the middle of ordering Tim around while whispering (Tim could only cook when someone told him exactly what to do, he was good at taking orders, freeform, however, he created abominations). Steph told Tim how to set up the waffle maker, then pressed a kiss to Kon’s cheek. “How’re you holding up?” She asked, “I heard the kid came ‘cuz you got into a fight with Clark.”

Kon shook his head. “Jon came here by himself, Clark and I are fine. Better than usual, actually. Ever since Jon’s around.”

“Hmm...” Steph said. Something smelled like smoke and Steph dived to remove a towel from the heating up waffle-maker.

“Sorry.” Tim said.

Steph rolled her eyes. “Honestly, how do you two survive?”

“Order in.” Kon and Tim said in unison.

Steph rolled her eyes. “That’s it. I’m signing you two up for a couples cooking class.”

“Steph, no-”

“Yeah, we’re fine Steph, this works-”

Steph hit Kon lightly with a wooden spoon (that she had brought) and shushed Tim. “Nope. You two are going, and if not alone then you will go with me and Cass, or Dick and Babs.”

“Steph-” The boys argued.

“You two are learning how to cook.” Steph insisted. “I am not coming over here every time some super-kid shows up in need of a real meal.”

“Wow. Grown-ups argue a lot.” Steph, Kon, and Tim jumped and turned around. Jon sat at Tim and Kon’s kitchen table, swinging his legs from the high wooden stool. He played with his teddy bear.

Great. “How long have you been listening, Jon?”

“Since Auntie Steph started telling you to go to a cooking class. Why don’t you want to go to a cooking class? What’s wrong with Auntie Steph and Cass?”

“Yeah,” Steph agreed, “what is wrong with the cooking class with us?”

“Steph, I have work! I can’t take off-”

“What an hour, maybe two a week?”

“I spend enough time with you Gothamites.” Kon added.

Steph stuck out her tongue as she ordered Tim to beat the batter until there were no lumps. “Besides, it’s good for learning how to be an adult.”

“That’s rich coming from Miss-I’m-Going-To-Bedazzle-My-Bedazzler.” Tim said.

“It deserved to bedazzled!” She turned to Jon, “back me up here, kid.”

“Don’t encourage her.” Tim told the seven year old.

“It’s cool, I know you’re way cooler than both of them put together.”

“Ah, just one more failing for me,” Kon teased, “I can’t cook and now I’m not cool. I’m an inadequate older brother.”

“NO YOU’RE NOT!” Jon shouted, then promptly burst into tears.

Steph, Tim, and Kon stared at the child shocked. Kon rubbed his back gently, “it’s okay Jonno, I know I’m not inadequate. Jonno, why are you crying? It was just a joke.”

But Jon continued to cry, blubbering out words that made no sense together through heaving sobs. Kon sat opposite him. “Hey, hey, it’s okay kiddo.” But all comforting words fell on the deaf ears of a crying seven year old. Kon hugged the boy until he finally stopped crying.

“Hey, want to tell me what that was all about?” Kon asked.

Jon glanced warily at Tim and Steph. “Do you want us to go, Jonno?” Steph asked.

Jon looked at Kon and Tim and Steph had disappeared when he looked back to the couple, true to their Bat nature. “Jon, kid, why did you just burst into tears? You know that I was joking, right?”

“But you’re not a bad brother! You’re a good brother!” Jon protested. “You shouldn’t joke about that!”

“Okay, Jon, if you don’t want me to make that joke anymore, I won’t, okay?”

“It’s not just that.” Jon mumbled.

“What do you mean?”

So Jon told him about what had been bothering him since he’d overheard it. “I know that Daddy was mean to you.”

“Jon that’s ridiculous, Clark never-”

“Daddy never was nice. Daddy was mean. Daddy didn’t let you stay at home with him and Mommy, Daddy didn’t like you. Daddy didn’t even name you.”

Kon felt like his heart was breaking. Nothing had ever made him so sad than that his little brother, whom he was supposed to protect and love and keep from everything bad, was heartbroken that his father had made a mistake, a mistake involving Kon. “That’s okay, Jon, he did eventually. Clark isn’t perfect, though the world may think he is.”

“But he’s a Dad. And Dad’s should love their sons, no matter where they came from. They should love their sons.”

“He did love me, he did.” Kon promised. “He just didn’t know it.”

“It wasn’t right. I don’t know… I don’t want to say sorry.”

“He’s your father Jon.”

“Also you.” Jon argued. “I’m never going home. Never. Never.”

“Would you forgive him? Please? For me?”

“No.”

“Jon,”

“It wasn’t okay.”

“No. It wasn’t. But it happened. Clark loves you and me very much now. He regrets how he acted. We can’t change how he acted. All he can change is how he acts now.”

Jon took Kon’s hand. “Did you forgive him?” Jon asked, eyes scrunched up, scrutinizing is older brother.

“Yes.” Kon lied. Kon was supposed to protect Jon, he was supposed to make sure that his relationship with his father was good, despite that Kon’s wasn’t.

Jon sighed. “Then I guess I do too.”

“Do you want to call Steph and Tim back in? After breakfast we can go to the park.”

“Can we go to the arcade too?” Jon asked, perking up.

Kon grinned at him, “whatever you want, kiddo.”

“Thank you for this,” Lois said as she took a sleeping Jon away from Tim.

Tim smiled. “Our pleasure. It was great to see him again, though maybe the circumstances could be avoided next time.”

Lois bobbed Jon up and down soothingly, pressing a kiss to his head. “Ready to go?” She asked Clark. Clark nodded and Tim raised an eyebrow while looking at Kon pointedly. They’d talked about this on the flight over… This exact moment…

Okay, fine!

“Clark, wait.” Kon said. Clark turned around. “There’s something you should know.”

“Okay...”

“Jon ran away because he was angry about how you treated me when I first appeared.” Clark was dumbstruck. Good, Kon thought, he fucking should be. “I just… thought you should know. He thought you treated me like shit. And you did. And he, he forgives you, but only because I told him I had. But I haven’t.” Conner took a deep breath. “You were a shitty father, Dad. Don’t make the same mistake with Jon. He deserves better than that.”

Clark said nothing, he only stared. And stared and stared. Kon turned to Tim, “can we go home now?” He asked.

Tim nodded, and nodded out of respect to Lois. Conner picked him up and flew off. He hid his face in Tim’s neck as he flew. That had felt good. Really good, but for some reason he still felt flushed from chewing Clark out. “I’m really proud of you.” Tim whispered to him. “I am so, so proud.” Tim kissed his hair gently.

“Tim?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. I needed to say that.”

“I know, babe. I know.”

#diana writes #diana writes dc #diana writes timkon #jon kent lane #lois lane #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #superboy #red robin #stephanie brown #timkon #clark kent

[libraryscarf]

How to Charm a Witch Who Hates You ( AO3 / FF.net )

You will need 1) a destroyed racing broom, 2) a concussion, and 3) several metric tons of hippogriff manure.

A byproduct of @yatorihell‘s HP x Noragami AU, with inspiration from @paperypiper‘s beautiful artwork. also this grew to three chaps wh o o ps

Chapter 2: The Incident With the Jigging Jinxes

Yukine crosses his legs and leans back in the chair, like he's about to tell a very long, very involved story that Yato probably won't be able to understand.

"It all happened a few months ago, at the beginning of the term. Hiyori really wanted to try out for the Quidditch team, and she'd apparently done really well in her first lessons, but she was too busy last year with classes to make a go of it."

He pauses, shooting Yato a sharp glance.

"You know, Yato...Hiyori's muggle-born right?"

Yato's eyebrows go up.

"I didn't know," he admits. "Does that affect how good she is on a broomstick?"-then, wincing-

"Or how she keeps trying to jinx me every time we meet?"

"It doesn't!" Yukine says aggressively. "Just wondering if you knew."

Yato throws his hands up in mock defeat. "I didn't know! Sorry!"

Yukine narrows his eyes and leans back farther in his chair. Yato watches the front two legs leave the ground and briefly ponders kicking him over.

"Anyway, she wanted to try out," Yukine continues, "but some of the other players caught up with her while she was practicing and made fun of her. Called her…names. You know. Told her she would just humiliate herself and bring the team down. Two of them were from the Slytherin team. One was another Gryffindor."

Yato opens his mouth to ask a question, but stops himself when Yukine's voice gets quieter.

"I guess she stood up to them and said she was going to try out anyway. Then, they got pretty rough—forced her wand away then bewitched the broom she was on to zip itself out to the middle of the lake and left her there."

Yato stares. His mouth is suddenly very dry. Yukine chuckles humorlessly.

"Even though it ended up okay, obviously—she got spotted by Kiun when he was doing his night check and he got her safely to the hospital wing. She was frozen half-solid from clinging to her broom for hours. And now she won't go near one."

"A lake?" Yato cocks his head.

"No, Yato, a broom."

Yato doesn't pay attention to Yukine's irritated muttering, too deep in shock and disgust to be offended by it. It doesn't make sense to him. Iki doesn't seem like the type to be spooked off a broomstick for good.

"Is she scared of them now? Broomsticks?"

Yukine shrugs. "Dunno. Maybe."

Yato pauses, his forehead scrunching in thought.

"You found all this out just from her friend? Why haven't those three bullies been taught a lesson?!"

Yukine scratches his nose. "Hiyori wouldn't say who they were."

Yato rolls his eyes. Of course she wouldn't.

"Fine, but I don't see what that has to do with me. So I accidentally hit her with a broom. Big deal! I apologized!" Yato glances appealingly at Yukine, who raises an unsympathetic eyebrow. "I apologized…a lot?" he tries.

Still nothing. Yato growls.

"Not you too."

"She thinks you did it on purpose."

A shock jolts up Yato's spine. Yukine scratches his nose uncomfortably.

"Excuse me?"

"Well—what would you think, Yato? You're on the same team as two of those people!"

Yato sputters.

"Doesn't mean I go around shoving bludgers down people's trousers just to keep them off the pitch!"

Yukine snorts, then pushes himself up out of the hard-backed chair.

"I know that, Yato. Not everyone else does."

Making an annoyed noise in the back of his throat, Yato follows Yukine out of the empty classroom.

"Well—I'll just have to make her realize that."

Yukine sighs deeply, realizing that this will most likely result in more detention.

: : :

Several days later, Yato is trotting behind Kiun down to the creature pens, struggling to keep up with the gamekeeper's long strides.

"I get that Firebolts are expensive, and that crashing one into a wall was 'unforgivably careless of me,' and that I'm lucky you haven't packed me off on a train already...but would you at least tell me what my detention is going to be? Please?"

Kiun doesn't respond, nor does he slow down. Yato tries to pick up his own pace, laboriously unsticking his shoes from the January mud. He doesn't venture to look up from his own feet until Kiun rounds a clump of dense pine trees, bringing them in sight of a large clearing. At first, Yato thinks the clearing is empty.

Then, something silvery and huge emerges from between the trees.

Yato blinks. His mouth falls slightly open.

Once he manages to find his jaw again, the silvery creature has trotted towards them and is nuzzling Kiun's robe in search of something. Yato snaps his mouth shut again as Kiun produces a slab of dripping steak from his robes and tosses it straight into the beast's mouth.

"That's a..."

Yato swallows a bit nervously.

"This is Buckbeak," Kiun says contentedly when Yato trails off. "And you're going to be his first full-time caretaker."

: : :

Shoveling hippogriff manure into buckets to use for fertilizer was fine for the first few hours, but three consecutive days into the task Yato is starting to curse Kiun and his torturously utilitarian punishments.

"How much does a hippogriff shit anyway?" he grumbles, nearly breaking his spine trying to lift an especially towering shovelful of the stuff.

The long hours shoveling droppings has given him time to really think about what Yukine told him, and to stop fuming enough to give himself some distance.

Hiyori hates him. That's probably fair enough to say.

What he doesn't know is how to make her stop.

Yato heaves a huge sigh—which is extremely unpleasant, considering his current environment. He leans heavily on the shovel, and tries to think. He's smart, after all. Not Ravenclaw-smart, but…in his own way.

He can figure people out.

Most of the time.

Across the yard, the hippogriff—in whose droppings he's currently knee-deep—winks at him with one intelligent yellow eye.

"Stop gloating," Yato growls, and grunts while throwing another hefty shovelful. So far, Buckbeak has done not much else besides sleep, fly, eat, and…well...

Yato thumps the shovel upright into the ground and leans against it.

"If you were that Hiyori girl, what would you want me to do?" he asks Buckbeak.

The hippogriff just winks again. Yato halfheartedly flicks mud at him with the toe of his boot.

"Stop that."

Yato hears the bell ringing up at the school, signaling the end of today's detention. He digs himself free from the soggy ground, scraping the bottoms of the heavy workboots Kiun gave him with a rusty trowel, all the while steadily ignoring the magical beast on the other side of the pen.

Buckbeak gives an annoyed huff, as though tired of being ignored. Then he pushes up to his feet, ruffling his massive wings majestically.

Yato turns at the sound, watching as Buckbeak gathers his powerful hindquarters. Suddenly, those huge wings spread with a rush of air, and the creature breaks from the earth, tail as smooth and silver as a streaking comet.

Watching Buckbeak soar his way toward the lake, Yato breaks into a grin.

A peace offering-something with his own unique flair.

Something thrilling, and creative, and probably...probably a serious risk to life and limb.

: : :

Yama pokes Hiyori's elbow during breakfast.

"What is it?" Hiyori asks, peeling her eyes away from her History of Magic review parchment.

"You have to help me," Yama whines.

Hiyori grimaces.

"Do I?"

"Yeah. There's a boy following me around and I need you to hit him with some of your famous hexes until he stops."

Hiyori casts her friend a doubtful glance, then reaches over her for the butter.

"Is this a real boy?"

Yama pouts, slowly wilting forehead-first onto the wooden table.

"Of course he is! What, am I not cute enough to be stalked?!"

Hiyori resignedly pats Yama's back with one hand while stuffing the rest of the toast into her mouth with the other.

"You're definitely cute enough to be stalked." She sighs. "Fine, then. Who am I hexing?"

: : :

"Hey! Hey, over here!"

Yato starts waving his arms frantically as soon as he recognizes the small figure making its way down the hillside. He stops waving after a few seconds and waits for her to realize who he is. She does exactly this after about ten more steps, and stops short.

"Hi!" Yato calls cheerfully.

After a loaded second, Hiyori starts walking again.

Actually, she's running.

And she's furious. Yato feels his knees lock up.

"W-wait a min—"

"You're stalking my friends now?!" Hiyori bellows, aiming bright blue, rapid-fire jinxes at Yato's ankles that force him to vigorously tap-dance in place. "Nearly killing me wasn't quite enough for you? Are you trying to get yourself locked up-or get someone else hurt, again?!"

Yato's leg muscles convulse as Hiyori's spells force him into a rapid Irish jig.

"Stop-just let me talk!"

To his relief, Hiyori stops shooting jinxes at him. Instead, she takes two steps forward and socks him in the nose.

"Gah!"

Yato's head pops backwards, and his eyes seem to vibrate in their sockets. Stumbling backward, he holds up his arms to ward off his attacker. Slowly, the space between his ears stops ringing.

Holding his nose gingerly, he straightens his neck to look at Hiyori again. Her wandless arm is still cocked backward in a decidedly threatening pose, but she's waiting. Yato huffs through his mouth.

"I'm not following your friend, or anyone else. I only wanted to talk to you."

Hiyori's jaw twitches.

"Me?"

Yato snorts at the confusion in her voice, then hisses.

"Yes. Even though...I think you may have broken my nose."

"Why talk to me?"

"Oh, I'm sure my nose will get patched up perfectly. Thanks for your concern."

Hiyori ignores the acidic bite in his response, letting her arm drop back to her side.

"But...but Yama told me…"

"All that to get you here. Yes." Yato grimaces. "Though the 'stalking' bit was artistic license on her part."

He looks back up to find Hiyori glaring at him.

"Why should I believe you?" she says, gritting her teeth.

"Because I'm still trying to make conversation with you after you fractured my face."

And then, Yato catches it: the preliminary bubble of laughter that hiccups out of her. Hiyori sucks air between her lips, as though ashamed of the sound. She crosses her arms over her chest, forcing a skeptical frown back onto her face.

"Fair, I suppose. So, what is it you wanted to talk about?"

With the hand not holding his nose, Yato jerks a finger behind him.

"That."

Hiyori leans, peering around his body. Then she straightens again, glowering at him.

"Are you mocking me?"

Yato's calves sting from her jinxes, and his crooked nose gives a sharp throb.

"I wouldn't dare."

"It's an empty field," she says.

Yato smiles.

"Wrong!"

He takes out his wand with his free hand, flicking it to summon a hunk of something dark and squishy from a crate behind Kiun's cabin. The squishy hunk zooms toward both of them, then plops to the ground at Yato's feet. The thick, metallic smell of blood strikes both their nostrils, and Hiyori's nose wrinkles.

"Erm."

Yato puckers his lips, giving a shrill whistle that makes Hiyori flinch. The sound knifes, razorlike, through the cold air, and after it fades, there is another sound. The whoosh and thump of enormous wings.

"Wh-what..." Hiyori begins, then trails off to stare at the sky. Yato turns to follow her gaze.

A massive, storm-colored shadow wheels overhead, riding the wind down toward the earth as though catching the currents of a river. The hippogriff touches down almost silently, and canters toward them with his eyes fixed on the hunk of purpley-gray meat quivering next to Yato's boots.

"That's a-"

"Buckbeak!" Yato finishes proudly.

"-really big bird," Hiyori says, her jaw still hanging slightly open.

Buckbeak snorts loudly at what Yato can only imagine to be a rather insulting comment.

"She doesn't mean that." Yato pats Buckbeak's flank as he noses inquisitively at the meat. "You see, I've been assigned to care for him as part of my detention for...you know…"

"Destroying one of the most expensive pieces of school property?" Hiyori offers helpfully. "Risking your own neck for a thrill? Attempted homicide?"

Yato waves his hands at her, cringing.

"You're making yourself clear! All I was going to ask was-do you want to help me?"

For a moment, nothing can be heard but Buckbeak munching happily on the mystery meat.

"Do I want to...what?"

"Help me? With Buckbeak."

Hiyori looks from Yato, to the hippogriff, and back to Yato again. She stares at him with an expression implying he may have replaced his brain with gillyweed.

"No."

"…Come on."

"Absolutely. Not."

Yato pouts.

"You're not even going to give me a chance?"

Hiyori levels a withering stare at him.

"At least give him a chance." Yato waves at Buckbeak, whose snout is covered in purpley-gray blood.

"I want you to really think about what you're asking," Hiyori says. "Think hard."

Yato casually strokes Buckbeak's flank, feeling the warm feathers flatten under his hand. The animal, unconcerned, attacks again and again the slab of unidentifiable meatflesh.

"I think everything through."

The hippogriff's beak tears through the meat again with a revolting rrrip, and both humans wince.

"Well…maybe we should let him finish," Yato admits. As though doing his best to accommodate, Buckbeak tosses the remaining bloody hunk into the air and catches it in his mouth, throat convulsing as he swallows it whole. Hiyori quickly covers her mouth.

"Ha…okay…" Yato smiles weakly. He clears his throat, ignoring the sharp pangs in his crooked nose. "Well...ah. Erm. Now you just have to bow."

Hiyori graces him with another long, supremely doubtful gaze, then slowly bends at the waist toward the hippogriff.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she mutters. The back of her neck is bright pink. Yato smirks.

The muscles in Buckbeak's neck stretch under Yato's hand as the huge creature lowers itself, matching Hiyori's bow.

"Welcome to our little team, Iki Hiyori," Yato says, grinning hugely as she straightens again. Something warm dribbles down over his lips.

"You two should make friends. I'm going to go to the hospital wing now."

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