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hannieehaee · 16 days

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18+ / mdi

content: bff'sbrother!jungkook, softdom!jungkook, enemies2lovers-ish, he's a lil annoying in this, angst, mentions of rejection, one-sided crush, afab reader, smut, fingering, dry humping, penetrative sex, overstimulation (kinda), etc.

wc: 4076

a/n: another jk fic bc im taking time off work and have nothing to do</3 this went longer than anticipated lol sorry

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"what are you doing here?", grumbled the man as soon as he opened the door and spotted you on the other side of it.

"can you get out of the way? i'm obviously here for minji."

"she doesn't get here til tomorrow," he responded, though still moving out of the way to let you in.

you were about to snark at him again when he stopped in his tracks, eyes widening when they made contact with the suitcases you were struggling to drag behind you, "why are you carrying suitcases? fuck, don't tell me you're staying here," he grabbed onto one, stopping your movements.

"yes, jungkook. minji told me i could crash here for spring break. what's it to you? your house is big enough. just ignore my presence," you attempted to move your suitcases again, knowing you'd receive no help from the boy even if you asked.

"so you're here to ruin my break?" the complaints were never ending despite having entered the home only mere moments ago.

"stop being a child and get out of my way," you grumbled when the idiot refused to remove his hand from the handle of your suitcase.

he let out a heavy sigh, scrunching his eyes closed in annoyance before speaking again, "okay, move. i'll bring your shit upstairs."

"no, i can-"

"you can't carry all this upstairs. my mom's gonna be mad if i don't offer to help you. just let go," he muttered, pushing your hands away and somehow lifting both suitcases at once as he walked towards the stairs.

without any energy to argue with him, you just followed him upstairs, annoyed he insisted to pretend to do you a favor.

"are your parents home?", you asked, confused as to why he had been the one to open the door.

"no, they went out of town this weekend. they should be here tonight."

"why are you here?"

you knew this was his home, but it was a valid question. this had been the third time you'd spent some sort of school break at minji's house, yet jungkook had never been there during the duration of it, usually only popping up for a day or two by the end of each break.

"you mean in my house?", he chuckled sarcastically.

"you're never here- you know what i meant."

"didn't have any plans this time. why? am i ruining your break?"

the two of you finally made it to the extra guest room in minji's house, with jungkook settling your stuff on the bed and uncharacteristically taking a seat on it, as if planning to hang around. you ignored the thought and went to open your suitcase, planning to unpack a few of the things since you'd be staying for over a week.

"yeah," you deadpanned.

he scoffed, "not like i wanna spend my break with you either, princess."

groaning, you threw a folded shirt at him, "ew, i told you not to call me that."

seemingly pleased at having annoyed you, he chuckled and picked up the shirt you threw, folding it and placing it on the bed. he continued to occasionally grab one thing or another as you unpacked. you always knew jungkook to be quite fidgety, so you didn't question him grabbing your stuff to entertain himself as you unpacked.

jungkook wordlessly stayed on your bed as you went around the room organizing your stuff, attempting to ignore his presence but not entirely able to. you were willing to retain peace without complaining, but then he started making noise.

you usually didn't care for his presence too much, even as badly as the two of you got along, but the constant humming quickly got on your nerves. he hummed and hummed and did not stop even as ten minutes passed by, still taking stuff from your suitcase to fidget with. currently he was entertaining himself with a random shoe.

"jungkook! why are you still here?", you suddenly snapped, confused as to why he'd been sitting on your bed with a blank look on his face despite usually being liberal in expressing his dislike for you.

he looked at you for a few moments, no emotion on his face before speaking up.

"why don't we get along?"

"what?"

"you heard me. why don't we get along? you've been friends with my sister since childhood, but you've always hated me. why?"

"you started it," you murmured, taking the shoe he currently had in his hold and turning around to place it somewhere else.

he got up, walking over to you and turning you around by your shoulders and taking the shoe from you again, "i started it? what are you talking about? you've been rude to me since the seventh grade. i've just been returning the favor."

sighing in frustration, you grabbed shook his hands off your shoulders and stubbornly grabbed the shoe again, "why do you think that is, jungkook?"

a confused look overtook his face at your insinuation of your relationship being his fault, clearly not remembering what you were referring to.

"wha-what are you talking about?"

"god, you're such a dumbass sometimes. i mean, i assumed you didn't remember, but to have confirmation of it just kinda sucks," you chuckled bitterly.

he grabbed onto your shoulders again when you tried to walk past him, "tell me what you're talking about," he insisted.

for the most part, you didn't want to. you still felt embarrassed thinking about it, even if it had been over a decade since it had happened. to know he really didn't remember the source of your dislike for him also didn't really help matters. it just frustrated you at his presence even more.

through the years you had learned not to take the mutual banter too seriously. it was mostly lighthearted, to be honest. but any time you thought back to how it had started, you became beyond angry at the boy who was seemingly nice too all those he knew but you. sure, you had technically been the one to source this animosity, but he bad been the instigator of it after all.

you had been nine years old at the time, having recently moved into town and befriended minji. she had been your salvation, becoming instantly interested in being your friend despite you being brand new. you became quick friends, hanging out inside and outside school almost every day.

minji had the good fortune of being extremely close to her family, which allowed you to bond with them quite a lot. that was when you met her older brother, one of her favorite people in the world.

jungkook had been pure perfection in your young eyes, seeing him as unattainable at the young age of nine. he was two years your senior, which made you come to the quick realization that your crush would remain one-sided forever. except this didn't stop your naive heart to read into his nice demeanor and wishfully believe that maybe he'd like you back.

you crushed on him silently for three years, even coming to befriend him in the process. you wouldn't see him too often, but it was always nice when you did, always getting along quite well. this continued up until you hit twelve years of age, your tweenhood years. unfortunately, jungkook was now into his teens, meaning that he followed the footprints of every other man and had a short-lived phase where he was a bit insensitive to girls his age.

being completely delusional and being on your way to graduate middle school, you took a leap, deciding to invite jungkook as your date to your middle school prom. you had thought you read all the signs right, thinking that even if he rejected you, he'd still be nice enough to go with you as a friend. your hopes were completely crushed when he turned you down with zero hesitance, even patronizing you in the process.

the worst part of it all came later, when you were first entering high school. somehow a few of his friends had gotten word of the situation, dubbing you as desperate and obsessed with him. although the rumors died pretty quickly, and you were able to feign indifference to jungkook and everyone else, the seed of hate began to grow in you. little by little, you stopped speaking to jungkook altogether, eventually coming to proudly dislike him. despite minji's constant questioning about your change in demeanor towards her brother, you never told, not wanting any drift to be caused between you and minji, nor her and her brother.

the gradual change in your feelings for jungkook had been so natural that it made sense for him to not remember the source of the current state of your relationship. he had caught on naturally, simply bantering back with you whenever you gave him attitude. it was likely that he believed it all to be lighthearted at first, eventually becoming accustomed enough to it to not question it.

and now you were here, having to explain a stupid childhood heartbreak to the perpetrator of it all as he stared down at you in absolute wonder.

"eighth grade, jungkook. remember?"

he shook his head in confusion, his eyes still wide as his brain wracked itself to remember.

"the dance?"

"the dance? what dan- oh! the- the dance? that's it?"

'that's it'?

he mustve caught the look of annoyance in your face, as he quickly went to retract himself.

"fuck, wait. i didn't mean it like that, just- is that why you hate me? because i said no to you?"

you took a step away from him again, still frustrated, but his arms remained on your shoulders so you would keep looking right at him. it was awkward and extremely uncomfortable considering the context, but you didn't move away.

"it wasn't just that, jungkook," you started, "was it that horrible of a thought to go to the dance with me? i was twelve, you couldve been nicer about it. and to tell your friends about it? i was mocked for weeks after that. and now you wanna act like this is my fault? like ive just been mean to you for no reason?", you scoffed, looking at your feet in favor of not having to look at him.

"wait, who ... who made fun of you? i- i never told anyone what happened. why would i do that?"

"jungkook, stop. taehyung? jimin? they wouldn't stop bringing it up for weeks. it died down after a while, but i was already humiliated."

he shook his head and denial, seemingly at himself. finally letting go of you, he sat back on the bed, look of confusion still on his face before a lightbulb metaphorically manifested itself above his head.

"oh fuck," he muttered, "i- i remember now, but it didn't go down the way you think, okay? let me explain."

you crossed your arms and nodded, signaling for him to continue.

he uncrossed his arms, running them through his hair in a frustrated fashion before he began to explain, oddly passionate as he did so, "i told them right after it happened. i felt so bad for saying no to you, they noticed how down i was about it and asked. i swear i didnt say anything bad. fuck, i never knew they teased you about it, im so sorry," he rambled, "and i didnt- i didnt mean to make you feel bad when i said no. you're my sister's best friend and- and you were so young. i know it doesnt matter anymore, but saying yes felt wrong. it felt like id be taking advantage of you somehow."

"jungkook-"

"if it makes you feel better," he hesitated before continuing, "i, uh, i kinda had a crush on you when we were 17. i- i was going to ask you to my prom, but you picked a fight with me that day and told me to get the fuck out. thats, that's kinda when i started to hate you back," he smiled awkwardly towards the end.

that took you for a bit of a loop. you weren't a heartless asshole. it wasnt like you meant to hurt him through your dislike of him, but rather protect yourself from further rejection. it made you feel bad to know that you'd somewhat done a similar thing to him at some point, even verbally berating him time after time when his intentions hadn't been malicious.

"are you serious?"

"do you really hate me? for what i did, i mean," he interrupted.

did you? for the most part, you had just grown far too used to your animosity with jungkook. due to your own mean behavior towards him, he became equally as rude, creating a vicious cycle of disrespect between the two of you. but did you hate him?

the answer was probably not.

if you did, your heart wouldn't have jumped at the mention of him having had a crush on you back when you were seventeen.

"no, i don't hate you. do you?"

he turned to you, shaking his head, "of course not," he confirmed, "do you wanna start over?", he asked, getting up from the bed and walking over to you.

you couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden proposal. you also couldnt help in nodding in agreement, confirming that yes, you'd be willing to put aside a petty middle school misunderstanding in favor of starting over.

then he opened his arms, gesturing for a hug before asking for permission for one, "hug?"

wordlessly, you accepted the offer of a friendly hug, reasoning that it was only natural considering how touchy he was with everyone other than yourself.

when you went to pull away, his arms tightened around you, head burying itself further into your hair, "just a little longer," he murmured.

with no reason to deny him, you wrapped your arms around him once more, only letting go when he started to slowly pull away.

that's when you made the mistake of looking up at him as he attempted to make himself let go of you.

seemingly, he had made the same mistake, now locking eyes with you at a proximity far too close for two people who hated each other just mere minutes ago. stupidly enough, your eyes predictably went down to his lips, not realizing his own had done the same. the only difference was that he was far more daring than you, allowing his lips to lower down onto yours and envelop them in a soft kiss.

greedy hands dug into your hips before making their way to your waist, holding you as close to him as he could. your own hands wrapped around his shoulders, moving to play with his hair as soon as the kiss turned more heated.

moaning against him, he pulled away for a second, still keeping his lips entirely too close to your own as he breathed through his nose to calm himself down. the following kiss was even more harrowing, causing you to take a step back due to the sheer force of it. he walked you back, pressing you up against the nearest wall as he took advantage of being able to crowd you, allowing his hands to get a feel of your body as you kissed.

despite how pathetically you followed his lips, he still pulled away, throwing his shirt off before going back to kissing you, letting his hands wander underneath your own shirt as he did so. his hands dug deep under your shirt, feeling up your bare breasts and groaning at the lack of bra.

gradually, his lips made their way to your ear and then down your neck, murmuring against your skin.

"fuck, so fucking pretty ... and so needy for me, huh? sound so good moaning for me like that," he breathed against you.

you burned up, embarrassed by how easily he had an effect on you, but you still let him do whatever he wanted, knowing that nothing you did would prevent your body from wanting his touch.

throwing off your shirt, his lips trailed down even further south, latching onto your nipples and groaning into your skin at the way you arched your body, pressing up even closer to him.

but suddenly there was a shift.

jungkook halted his movements, making his way back up to your lips and locking them with his own in a heavy and greedy kiss, resulting in a lack of breath from both of you. against your lips, he whispered something that made your knees buckle.

"i'm gonna pay you back for all those times you were mean to me, baby," his lips moved to your ear, chuckling at your anticipatory shudder, "gonna do whatever i want with this pretty body, yeah?"

nodding pathetically, you gave way for him to do anything he wanted. already drenched, there was no way you could possibly formulate any words that didn't come out as an embarrassing whine. he seemed to enjoy this too, holding a pleased smirk in his face as he easily dragged you over to the bed, pushing off your suitcase and dropping you on it with a bounce.

before you could even think, jungkook had already thrown off his shoes and undone his pants, his hands coming to do the same to you. your shaky hands attempted to help him, but he simply tsk'd at you, letting you know that he'd take care of everything tonight. everything, he emphasized.

"oh, fuck," he groaned once you were fully nude, "this is all mine now, yeah? fuck, been waiting for years for you to stop being a brat and let me have this pretty body all to myself," he kissed your lips between each sentence, "might lose control at how gorgeous and mine it is ..." he murmured as his hands took their rightful place exploring your body.

"kook-" you whined, already wanting him to do something – anything.

"shh, baby," he coo'd, "i'm gonna do whatever i want. and you're gonna take it like a good girl, okay? gonna behave for me for once."

fully crawling on top of you, jungkook went back to making out with you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began humping against your already soaked cunt.

groaning, he pulled away for a second in favor of nibbling softly at your lip, "oh, this pretty pussy's so fucking soaked already ... thought you hated me, baby, what happened?" he chuckled darkly, giving you no room to answer before shoving his tongue in your mouth.

just as his tongue attempted to suck all air out of you, his hand suddenly snuck between your bodies, finding your cunt with ease and beginning to drag his fingers up and down your folds, not giving you want you needed.

"pretty fucking pussy," he murmured, "gonna play with your clit now, baby. it's gonna cry for me by the time im done."

his fingers found your clit almost immediately, taking turns in rubbing teasing circles over it and hammering in and out of your cunt. he swallowed every single moan, groaning against your lips any time your cries went so high they went straight to his cock.

"that good, pretty? so good that you have to cry for more? oh, baby. you're so lucky this pussy's so fucking cute. lucky i cant control myself around you ..."

"f-faster, please ..."

"faster? oh, like this?", his fingers slowed down drastically, barely stimulating you at all as you cried and clawed at his back, whining for more than he seemed willing to give you.

"n-no! please, just- just wanna cum, kookie. please?"

his fingers curled entirely too well at your cry of his nickname, even making him groan when he felt your own reaction to his fingers. it was clear he liked you crying out for him, so the more you did it, the more of his fingers he gave you, leading you to the verge of an orgasm.

afraid he'd try and deny you just for sadistic means, you cried for him prematurely, begging him to let you cum.

"kookie, p-please, please let me cum, i-i'll do anything. i'll give you anything, just, fuck, please!"

there was not a single care in you about how pathetic and out of character you sounded, not when jungkook's wasnt faring any better at the effect your desperation had on him.

"cum. cum for me, baby. wanna feel that cunt cream around my fingers so i can fill it back up with my own, okay? be good for me and- fuck, and cum ..." as much as he wanted to be in charge and show a dominant side to him, your cunt just kept dragging his fingers back in, making him feel a carnal need to steal your orgasm all for himself and many others after this one.

your hand wrapped around his free wrist, needing it as support as an otherworldly orgasm took over you. back arching and eyes rolling back, you became a sight that jungkook had only ever seen in his most depraved of dreams about you. he was surprised at his cock not bursting upon such an arousing view, making him realize that he needed to fuck you as soon as posible before losing his mind.

despite talking you through your orgasm, jungkook still gave you no time to recover before shoving his tongue in your mouth and grabbing his dick to drag up and down your sensitive folds.

crying against him, you attempted to push him away at first, feeling too sensitive for immediate stimulation, but your body gave up quickly after, melting into the overload of pleasure. tears crowded in your eyes, but your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, needing more of that pressure against your cunt.

taking the hint and far too horny to drag this out any longer, he pushed inside you, groaning against you at the feeling of finally being wrapped around your warmth.

"it's so fucking wet ... oh, fuck. you wanted this so bad, didnt you, baby? fucking soaked and just pulling me in ... it's so- so tight n warm n perfect for me," he babbled, lost in pleasure.

jungkook's hips were restless against yours, an insatiable desire to chase for his pleasure taking over him as the sound of skin slapping made him dizzy. the occasional babble accompanied by a pitiful hiccup that came out of you did not help his situation, making him fear that he might cum before you.

"let- let me just get my finger there- yeah, fuck. just gonna rub that tiny little clit, okay? shit, you just tightened around my cock so fucking good ..." he groaned, thumb circling your clit to accelerate your orgasm.

"g-gonna, fuck, gonna cum ... p-please ... with me? cum with me?" you begged, barely able to get a single coherent word out while jungkook showed no mercy against you.

nodding, he kissed you, promising he'd cum – begging you to cum. counting you down, he whispered against your ear while his hips stuttered messily against your own, now completely overtaken by both yours and his orgasm.

the sounds shared between the two of you were nothing short of shameful, consisting of whines and cries filled with desperation. it was a depraved scene only meant for the two of you to enjoy.

pulling out of you proved to be a challenge, as jungkook would happily remained inside you until his last breath, but the thought of holding you innocently in his arms as you caught your breath was something he did not want to miss out on.

and so he held you against him, crowding your face against his chest so you could lay your head right by his heart.

"that was-"

"yeah," he breathed with a chuckle before turning to you with a boyish smile on his face, "i have a confession to make."

you turned around too, unable to not match his smile, "what is it?"

"i lied earlier. i, uh, i did like you when you were seventeen, but ... i kinda still like you."

it was impossible not to feel your face warm up at this, scrunching up your nose at how cutely he had confessed, "what if i said it was mutual?"

his smile somehow got bigger at that, "then i'd say i'm gonna have to steal you away from my sister," he pulled you into his chest again, enjoying the vibrations of your laugh.

a/n: this was rushed and not proofread sorry</3

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts oneshot #bts scenario #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut

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phantom-0-writer · 7 months

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*standing menacingly at the door* i made u something

anyways lol. i had a lot of school work and was really busy freaking out and stress studying for a singular test that was 4 questions and would be over in like an hour and then i proceeded to cry about it in my car for various reasons.

but yk what that means!

time for our irregular and unscheduled update of

Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

this episode featuring a fan favorite: Duke Thomas (aka The Signal - but thats kind of irrelevant for this)

you were supposed to read that like it was from a '90s sitcom and the off screen crowd cheers rly loudly.

some house keeping updates: this scene happens in the beginning of the school year (going by the american system should be september) danny meets damian (and upsurges tim on the same day) around midterm which is around october and then the stuff with jason and damian's drawing happens around december. i kinda accidentally burned the irl timeline for anything dc first scene so now im just gonna do whatever i want.

anyways with out further ado:

table of contents

scene 04: after school activities for normal kids

Duke stood around the corner of the classroom awkwardly, wondering if he had made the right call. Sure the bats and the birds had a plethora of hands on deck any time, but most of them specialized as night time heros. Not to say that they were incompetent or anything, they were some of the most skilled and innovative people Duke had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Sure if anything happened, they could handle it, at least until Duke could slip away and show up as the Signal- Alfred and Bruce had assured him so much. But Duke couldn’t slip the guilt of busying away more of his time to after school activities when he could be patrolling or studying instead,

But Duke had wanted to do something outside of those things, which was specifically why he had made the difficult decision to join a few clubs and after school activities. He could use a break from being surrounded by people who worked the vigilante life-style just to remember how to be a normal civilian. Let himself take a break from constantly be consumed by one case or another, one disaster or another, not being able to do enough no matter how much he tried or how much time he spent patrolling.

Duke needed to feel grounded, like his feet were on the ground and he could press the brakes and smell the fragrance of life. Even if the fragrance was a forgotten pile of dog s-

“Alright,” The instructor for their culinary club started with a weird German accent that sounded really fake. “I am Herman. You can call me Chef or Chef Herman or just Chef. I will not bore you all with the boring introductions, and let's head right into the cooking, yes. On this paper here I made the partners for all of you to cook with for the rest of the year. If you have problem with it then quit.”

This Herman guy seemed like quite the character, and was definitely not helping any of Duke’s previous anxieties. Many of Duke’s clubmates seem to think so too, sending their friends various looks. But no one spoke out, and instead shuffled to the front to look at the singular sheet of paper that would assign them their partners. Duke finally made it to the front and saw that he was paired with a Daniel Fenton at Station 7.

Crossing his fingers that Daniel had at least only a half-rotten personality, Duke made his way over to station 7. The station was already prepped with an assortment of ingredients and cooking equipment. Duke had already set his stuff down claiming the seat closer to the exit (in case) when a lanky kid comes over, “Uh, your Duke Thomas?” He asks hesitantly looking back at the front counter the partner assignment sheet was.

It took Duke an awkward second longer to realize that this kid was probably his partner. “Oh yeah I am.” He laughed apologetically, “You must be Daniel.”

“Danny’s fine.” The boy smiled, absentmindedly brushing his messy black hair out of his face, his glacier blue looking at the equipment. Duke couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about Danny. Not in Gotham’s usual psycho-maniac-out-to-terrorizer-the-city-and-kill-innocent-people kind of off, more in a he’s not in sync with the rest of the world off. While Chef Herman explained the general structure of various types of kitchen and kitchen hierarchy that Duke was already familiar with, Duke tried to get a read on him.

Weird did not mean threat, after all many of the Justice League- heck even the local Wayne/Batclan were pretty weird- and they (usually) didn’t mean any harm. It wouldn’t be fair of Duke to jump the horse like that.

Deciding he should try to be friendly with him, Duke leaned over, “Is it just me or is Chef Herman’s accent totally fake?” he whispered.

“Oh, Ancients,” Anciets? “I thought I was just going insane.” Danny sighed in relief with a small chuckle. There was a moment of silence between the two of them where no one said anything for longer than socially acceptable and Duke debated using his powers to see if he could find a clue or something. That seemed kinda invasive, though.

When the Chef had started instructions on making today's recipe, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Danny helped Duke measure out the ingredients. “So,” Danny tried again, “What are you in for?”

“What am I…” Duke repeated confused,

Danny chuckled awkwardly, “Like why you joined the club.”

Duke seriously needed to get his head in the present; this was getting embarrassing. “Oh.” He nodded in understanding, “I’ve always liked cooking,” Duke shrugged, “When I was little my parents and I would always cook together, and it was always one of my favorite things to do. And I’ve kinda always liked it, but I fell off of it for a while with school and stuff,” emphasis on the stuff “I thought joining a club could help me get back into it and get away from… everything.” That was a little more candid than Duke had planned on being with someone he had met quite literally a few minutes ago, but it felt good to have that out of his chest. The pleasant memories of his parents swimming in his mind. Mixing the dry ingredients, “Sorry that was kind of a lot.” Duke laughed genuinely this time.

“Dude, no it’s actually so cool that you like to cook.” Danny said admiration was easy on his face, and Duke couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

“What about you, then?”

“Ugh,” He groaned jokingly, “You can’t seriously be asking for my lame ass reason after you pulled out the flashbacks.” Danny whined, letting the oven preheat like Chef told them to.

“C’mon, it’s only fair.” Duke played along, already ahead of the other groups.

Danny sighed, “Promise you won’t laugh.”

“Okay, it can’t be that bad.” Duke could already feel the smile cracking on his face.

“It is.” Danny drawlled, “So I live in the dorms right, and I got to pull some strings and room with one of my friends from back home this year. And well, let’s just say my family has a bit of a reputation for causing problems, and the kitchen definitely wasn’t an exception. One time my dad tried to make some soup for my mom because she got sick.” Duke nodded approvingly, that was a sweet gesture, “It was all fun and games until the bomb squad had to show up and long story short we had to move.”

“You’re joking.” Duke gaped at the bizarre story, but at Danny’s solemn expression, Duke couldn’t help but be appalled, “A bomb squad over soup.”

“My parents were never really heavy on lab safety,” Danny added, as if that explained everything, “But I burn one pot of water and maybe make a few extra-crispy eggs, and suddenly its all ‘Danny you’re not allowed in the kitchen unless you start taking actual classes’ and ‘Danny that's a biohazard’.”

“You burned a pot of water.” Duke echoed, Danny nodded innocently, “Water doesn’t burn.”

“Well, maybe you’re just not trying hard enough.” Danny sneered, trying to crack an egg on the corner of the bowl only for all the shell to fall in the bowl and the yolk on the counter.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.” Duke said, taking the bowl from him and expertly cracking an egg single handedly. Danny looked on in awe. “You said you live in the dorms?” Duke asked easily.

“Oh yeah, all of the non-local scholarship kids have to.”

Before Duke could respond, a girl from the station in front of them whips her head around, “You said you’re here on a scholarship?” She asked almost oppressively.

Danny just as taken aback as Duke felt, “Uh, yeah.”

“Me, too. Have you heard anything about the Mentorship Program here? Apparently we all have to join.” The girl’s partner was looking between Duke and Danny confused, but returned to their cooking uninterested.

“Oh, yeah. They make us all join.” Danny nodded.

“I heard from some of the older kids, that no one actually gets picked for that. It’s just like a weird formality thing.” The girl spoke animatedly, “What department are you in?”

“Applied physics and engineering design.” The oven beeps that it was ready but no one moved.

The girl seemed to deflate that answer, “Oh, I’m doing culinary science.” And with that solid conclusionary statement, she turned around and got back to her work station.

Danny blinked, processing what just happened and slowly turning to look at Duke for proof that just happened. But the second the both of them met each other’s eyes, they burst into a fit of silent laughter.

Bent vunuralably over the table, trying to catch their breath, they were accosted by Chef Hermon. “The two of you are having a comedy club, not a cooking club.” Chef crossed his arms at the edge of the table. Duke was pretty sure he was trying to sold them, but the fake accent was making it hard to tell.

Danny cleared his throat and striated up, “Sorry, Sir.” He apologized quickly.

“Chef.” Hermon peered at them, his hat looking comically large and lopsided on his head now that Duke was getting a closer look.

“Sorry, Chef.” Duke amended, trying to keep his cool.

“Yes, finish cooking your cookies.” He nodded satisfied, leaving their station.

“Okay so,” Duke tried to recount what the last thing they did was, but one look at Danny trying desperately to hold in his laugh had ruined all of Duke’s efforts as well. Barely managing to get their cookies in the oven, over Chef’s fake german accent and floppy oversized chef’s hat.

“So scholarship for applied physics and engineering design, huh.” Duke recounted from earlier, impressed.

“Yeah…” Danny trailed off embarrassed, “It sounds kinda snotty.”

“Dude. That’s literally one of the hardest departments to get into, and the scholarship is no sneeze either. There’s no doubt you worked your butt off to get that.” Duke assured Danny as they sat in their stools waiting for the cookies to finish.

“Thanks,” Danny smiled sheepishly. They sat in a much more comfortable silence now before Danny spoke again, “What grade are you in by the way?”

“I’m in 10th. General studies for now, but I was thinking of doing medicine. You?”

“I could totally see you as a hot-shot doctor.” Danny nodded approvingly, “11th. Technically, I’m your upperclassman then.”

“Technically?” Duke asked.

“I mean, how old are you?”

“15.” Duke supplied confused.

“Me too. I skipped a grade in elementary school, so we’re actually the same age.” Danny explained, sheepishly.

“Dude, you're actually way smart.” Duke gaped in awe.

“Hey medicine isn’t a day walk either.” Danny nudged his arm playfully, “I’m glad the mentorship thing is just for show, though. Now that we’re upperclassmen, y’know. I would not want my hands full with some random rich kid.”

Duke laughed, “Yeah, that definitely sounds like a lot of work.”

Easily unfolding the conversation into various topics and interests Duke found that he didn’t mind that the cookies were burnt. Or that Danny was definitely weird. But in a good way. Duke was glad they met and would get to hang out and cook with their weird not-German Chef every week. And if Danny and Duke exchanged numbers and planned to hangout outside of club activities, then well who was going to stop them.

#a little fluff to make our day better #duke and danny #the world definitely needs more of them #they start off a little shaky but their bffs at the end #danny heard the chef's weird accent and thought it was bc of time travel shenanigans and decided it was just best not to comment on that #duke will def be rubbing his friendship with danny in the other bat's faces once he gets indoctrinated #jack blew up his house over chicken noodle soup and no one lets him live it down #Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program #dpxdc #dp x dc au #batpham #danny phantom #duke thomas #signal #phantom

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craxkbaby · 24 days

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Antares reader here! Got something good so probs a hurt/comfort?

Dick Grasyon x Adopted son of Deathstroke (who's a mercenary as well???)

HEAR ME OIT HE ANGST POTENTIAL IN THIS IS OVERWHELMING!

"Why are you avoiding me?" "Because.... Because i think im falling in love with you okay?" TROPE OMG FKDNDRN

Or "Fuck you!" "Later. Now listen here you little shit-"

IM SHAKING AND BEGGING YOU

HELLO! If it’s okay, I’m just gonna call you Antares anon :3!! I did get your other request, and I am working on it!!! CHAT SCHOOL HAS BEEN KILLING ME!! I was listening to Once more to see you and Cop Car by mitski. And omg.. dawg it lowkey made me emotional!!!

Why would Nightwing himself want to be involved with a guy, the son of Deathstroke? It was a moment of weakness. He shouldn’t be involved with you. You were trained to be a hired gun. A mercenary just like Deathstroke, you do it for the money.

He shouldn’t be involved with someone like you who is connected to a person who wants Batman gone. But it hurts to avoid you. It hurts knowing he will have to get you locked up one day.

Though the chemistry you two share is unavoidable. The small talks on the rooftops during Dicks patrol, the cat and mouse chase you two share. But it’s all platonic right? It’s not. But that’s what Dick wants to believe.

He can’t afford to have these feelings towards you any longer.

But you don’t feel the same way.

The thought of you finally having someone in your life that wasn’t just training you to end lives was refreshing. You wanted the daily night meetups to continue. You loved them, being able to have small breaks with a person you slowly grew to love felt enjoyable.

But you had no clue on how Dick was such against the idea.

He didn’t want to be against it.

But he had to. He was slowly melting onto you, completely sticking onto you like glue. Unable to be tore away. He secretly wished you would change.

Change just so he can be with you, how selfish, he knows. Wanting you to change just so he can be with you the way he likes it. When he knew you weren’t going to change just for him, the avoidance started.

Avoiding you at any cost, stopped meeting at your spot. Stopped answering your calls and texts. Started ghosting you. You obviously noticed this. How can it go unnoticed?

The word “read” under every text you sent suffocated your heart. Then the overthinking started.

“Hey.” Read.

“You okay?” Read.

“Did I do something wrong?” Read.

The overthinking, did you upset him? You probably said something wrong. He probably needs space! From what though?

How were you supposed to know how he felt? He was being childish. Childish in a way, refusing to communicate, refusing to acknowledge you any longer.

Refusing to acknowledge your text, refusing to acknowledge your missed calls, refusing to acknowledge your voicemails, refusing to acknowledge you.

Then the hatred started. All those months of getting to know Dick, and just for him to completely shove you off. Ghosting you for weeks straight, you grew angry with him.

You tried not to think about it, but it was eating you from the inside out. It was hurting like a breakup. Your life fell silent once again.

Dick completely walking out of your life without a reason, without an explanation! Oh and how it irritated you.

You waited for hours at the spot you two usually always met at. Staying out all night just for a no show. It’s like Nightwing never even existed.

It was just all apart of your imagination. Imaging a friend you finally had who was a hero.

You knew him and you being so close wasn’t the best idea, you two had completely different career paths, but still decided to stick to each other.

Though Dick was the one who broke that cycle. The way he always caught himself staring at you for long period of time, his hand always on you somewhere.

It wasn’t going to work out anyways. He always thought.

He convinced himself that you felt the same about the situation. Manipulating himself just to get out of a situation he put himself in.

Those text messages and missed calls didn’t even matter.

But oh when you caught him. It’s like his whole world crashed;

“Dick.”

His name being spoken from the distance, it was obviously you. You caught him, finally finding him after almost a month. You sounded angry, pissed. You had every right to be.

“You aren’t going to say anything? Seriously?”

Dick couldn’t even turn around, couldn’t even face you after such a long time. The guilt started to wash over him like a wave.

The silence was so loud, the only light providing you was the moon. Gotham was settling down for the night, hardly any noises coming from the city. It was like it was just you two in the whole entire world.

“Did I do something wrong?”

No, he didn’t want you to think that. But he caused it. He caused those thoughts to flood in your mind. He didn’t mean to, but he made it happen.

“No, of course not..” He finally said something, slowly turning to you just to see your face scrunched up with confusion and anger.

You found that hard to believe, did you really not? “Yeah, I ghosted you for a whole month. But you didn’t do anything wrong! Makes sense right?”

That’s exactly what you heard from what he said.

“Really? So, my texts didn’t mean shit to you?” You said, stepping closer towards him just for him to back away, like you were some type of disease he couldn’t risk having.

Dick tried to say something, but stutters only came out. He couldn’t make up an excuse. How was he supposed to tell you?

“We can’t see each other cause you kill people.”

“I can’t be seen with you.”

“It’s just your father.”

“I’m trying to save my own fucking reputation.”

He didn’t know how to word it right. He found it impossible. The silence he was giving you was slowly bringing tears to your eyes.

You didn’t want to fucking cry in front of him, you feel embarrassment fade over you. This situation was stressing both of you out. Oh please, cut him some slack.

“It’s complicated.” Dick mumbled. It was, so complicated. Your feelings, his feelings, they weren’t complimenting the situation well.

Dick not giving you a valid explanation irritated you, it made your breath hitch and just made you go silent. The way he was avoiding your eyes, the way he looked anywhere but you.

“Listen—“ He started, but failing horribly to even complete his sentence. The look of your face just made him carry more guilt.

He should’ve been mature about this, instead of ghosting you he should’ve talked to you about the problem. Surely you’d understand, right?

Probably not.

“We can’t be seen together.” Dick got out.

His words sinking in your bead, the words overlapping in your thoughts. Were you really that bad? That bad that Dick is completely avoiding you?

“You can’t be seen together.” You repeated. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” Dick let out, a slight harsh following his tone shortly after.

ALRIGHT BRUH LIKE I ACTUALLY HAD TO GET RID OF THIS, WHY DID I HAVE SUCH HARDCORE WRITERS BLOCK?? IDK! BUT HERES THIS PART AND I PROMISE ILL FINISH IT WHEN I HAVE THE TIME.

#dc comics #batman #nightwing #nightwing x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson #writers block #sigh #i tried

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joylovesfluff · 7 months

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Trouble

Dabi x reader. Angst.

A/n: ngl i didn't have an actual plot for this when i started writing it, but fuck im inlove now with dabi and him just being a little obsessed with you.

NOT PROOF READ !!

Lovesick! Part 2 (in progress)

Troublemaker touya! Who would throw rocks on your window (taylor swift style) just to suprise you on your birthday even if it ended 2 hours ago.

Troublemaker touya! Who would give the world to you just to make you happy, but for now he had to settle for flowers he just picked fresh from his neighbour's backyard, he gives them to you with a small smile hoping that they'll be good enough for your special day, and he prays to whatever god is up there that you aren't allergic to any kind of flowers cause this sure as hell wont be the last time he'll get scolded for plucking out flowers at 3 am.

Troublemaker touya! Who goes to you before finally disappearing for years, he tells you all about his plan in a form of a joke, he'd definitely be like "and yknow what? Maybe one day id finally kill him, that would be a nice birthday present right?" and you'll cluelessly reply something along the lines of "one life sized endeavour packed in a coffin bow coming right up!" You laugh at the silly imagination you made, not even thinking of the odds of it happening.

Troublemaker touya! Who lowkey stalks you all the time to see how youve been doing in life, he wont admit it but he would do anything to make you happy even if it includes killing all your academic rivals for you, as long as he can see you with your awards and certificates on your social media with the caption 'i made it!' as your graduation post.

Troublemaker touya! Who wouldve loved to graduate with you and to finally confess his feelings for you so you both can live in a beautiful apartment like you have always dreamt of, but now all of it is impossible now that he has his eyes set on his new career.

But as he was watching you walk home in the dark alley ways, definitely not stalking you. He caught onto a sight that shattered his heart and soul into millions on pieces.

"oh hi i thought you weren't ganna come haha"

"ofcouce i would, who in their right mind would let their girlfriend walk home in the night?"

Girlfriend? When? How? He was sure that you weren't seeing anybody, but now you have a boyfriend? How could this happen???

He stopped on his tracks, and started panicking but why would he? Its not like youre his girlfriend or anything, he didn't even got to tell you how he feels which felt much worse than the sight he's seeing.

As he continues to look at your back wishing that this would just be one horrible dream. You and the guy your boyfriend stop walking, dabi panics again worried that you might see him but as he was about to hide at a near by alleyway he looks at you as you bend down to pick something up from the ground.

"What happened?" He asks as he hold your hands so gently like you would break any second.

"oh its nothing i just dropped my phone" you replied after you picked up your phone from the ground.

"you good to go?" He frantically ask looking around the dark streets as he hold onto your hands tighter, 'hes a fucking pussy' dabi thought.

"Yeah, i just thought i saw something" you say as you look behind his shoulder to the dark alley way that looms the corner.

He whisperes something to you as you both start to walk, if dabi remembers correctly your apartment would be somewhere near here, he remembers as the time where he was the one to walk you home after long class hours especially that time where the school was preparing for the sports event.

Lovesick dabi! Who would get excited at the thought of meeting you again, showing his new self, his true self to you. But then he'll remember that maybe you'll hate him for what he has done, for leaving you, for hurting other people. So maybe one day you'll meet him again, maybe one day you'll be able to understand and you both would be able to exchange stories of what youve been through without each other.

He just hopes that youd be able to wait for that day, to wait for him

Lovesick dabi! (Coming soon)..

#dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi x female reader #dabi fluff #dabi angst #touya todoroki #touya x reader #bnha touya #touya x you #touya x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha headcannons

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zoandreez · 9 months

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do for love ☆・:.,;*

pairing: e1610!milesmorales x blackfem!reader

summary: "what's a self care day?" miles said after you told him you were gonna be busy today. you couldn't help but invite him over and relax with him for the day.

word count: 1.1k

genre: fluff

a/n: first spiderverse fic!!

you were exhausted. your head throbbed with irritation for the past couple of days from stress. you couldn't even think properly with the F you got on your test raging in the back of your mind, not to mention your parents were on your case about it all week.

you figured after an allowance cutoff, and your chemistry grade dropping from an A to a C+, it couldn't get any worse. and as if fate was playing the worlds cruelest trick on you, you lost your airpods friday morning after waking up late and missing your geometry class.

so, you decided to take a self care day tomorrow.

you woke up late today, since you didn't need to get ready for school. in your dorm, you noticed your roomate was already gone. you sat up, rubbing your head. checking your phone groggily, you noticed the time. 10:31 AM. you would be in third period by now.

before you coulld figure out your plans for the day, you immediately got a call from "miles, mh 💗." you picked up, and you heard him sigh with relief.

"hey ma, where are you? i've been calling for the past 20 minutes."

"i'm just taking a break today."

"what do you mean?"

"im having a self care day."

"what's a self care day?

"..nigga are you serious? you're spiderman and you've never taken a break to take care of yourself?"

miles was silent for a moment. it was like he was thinking of what to say, but before he could explain his lack of mental health breaks, you cut him off.

"come to my dorm, we're taking a break day." you didn't even hesitate to invite him to relax with you. he was able to keep you sane, and it was comforting knowing he could be apart of it.

"on my way," he said, before hanging up.

after a moment, miles showed up at your dorm. you were still in your pajamas, but he showed up in his uniform. he was probably at school waiting for you, and you felt a bit guilty for not telling him about your break beforehand.

when you opened the door for him, his face immediately shifted to worry. "jesus, what happened to you?" he said as he looked you up and down.

your eyes were half-lidded, bags sunken, hand clutching your head. you had sighed when he said that, posture already slouched from stress. "this is not the time, just come in." you said, backing up so he can walk in the dorm.

as he walked in, you led him to the bathroom and pulled out your common "spa day" materials. a face mask, or two in this case, fash wash, scrub, shampoo, conditioner, and more.

you turned to miles and held out the two face masks: an aztec claymask, or a regular charcoal mask. "pick one," you urged. as he leaned towards the aztec, you looked at him questionably. "it hurts, are you sure?"

"why is it apart of your self care day if it hurts?"

"beauty is pain," you shrugged. "yes or no?"

"fine." he said, taking the aztec clay mask container out of your hand before reading the back. as he did that, you took a moment to brush your teeth.

"you know, you can take off your uniform."

"during school hours? with the chance of getting caught? i never thought you were that kind of person." miles joked. you elbowed him as you leaned forward to spit out the water.

"thats not what i meant. put on the hoodie you left in here last week." you wiped your mouth before handing him the face wash when he took off his uniform. "the fact that you don't know what a self care day is shows you are just dirty. how do you wash your face in the morning?"

"..water? and hand soap?"

you looked at him with a hint of disgust. "wash your face, boy."

"alright, damn," miles said chuckling before he leaned into the sink.

you left him in the bathroom while you changed out of your pajamas into a t-shirt and sweatpants. when miles came out the bathroom, he had on the hoodie you handed him and a pair of basketball shorts he probably got from his bag.

"alright, good. now come here," you jestured to your desk. he walked over and sat in the swivel chair, spinning it for a moment and putting his worn-24/7-but-still-amazingly-clean jordans before you stopped him. you held up the plastic butter knife you were holding before you pulled out a small container. you scooped up some of the mask and rubbed it onto his face. specifically, on any acne you saw.

somehow, with the worst skincare routine known to man, miles barely had any acne. you were jealous of how your boyfriend had such clear skin. especially with hand soap.

you leaned back to look at your work. miles looked like a confused alien covered in the green mask. you smiled before turning away to put the charcoal mask on yourself.

"so, what does this do?"

"it basically sucks toxins out of your skin and makes sure theres no dead skin clinging to your face. helps with upcoming acne or scars." you said mindlessly, the same explanation you heard time and time again from your own mother.

"ah," he replied, before plopping onto your dorm bed. you grabbed your computer and sat with him on the bed, scrolling through the amount of assignments you'd have to make up.

miles groaned before snatching your computer and opening netflix.

"it's 'sposed to be a self care day. no homework yet. what do you wanna watch?"

you looked at him, confused, but impressed. "have you seen 'missing' yet?"

"the one with the girl's mother who got kidnapped? nah, but i saw the trailer."

"let's watch that then," you said, opening the movie and clicking it before leaning on his shoulder. he wrapped an arm around your waist as you watched the movie, and you drifted off to sleep.

when you woke up, there was a wet paper towel on the nightstand next to your bed, stained with black and green. your macbook was neatly placed, charging, and there was a note.

"hey ma,

your roomate came back from her clases so i figured i wouldn't make it awkward. i tried my best to wipe off your face mask. you were right, that shit started burning, it was so tight.

anyways, sorry about whatever happened that made you feel so horrible this morning, but i hope your 'self care day' helped.

miles," in his infamous grafiti signature.

in the corner of the note was a spiderman logo, and a drawing of you asleep. you cracked a smile.

p/a/n: not my best work but thats ok sorry guys

#miles morales #e1610 miles #e1610!miles x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x blackfem!reader #miles morales x fem!reader #e1610miles x black!reader #thats too many variations of miles to hashtag #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider man: into the spider verse #into the spider verse #hi #bye

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angelshimaa · 4 months

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Hi! So I'm new to this page :) And I have a request please! Ofc do it whenever you're available no pressure. Im not sure if you do comfort. This is pretty In depth so please message me if this makes you uncomfortable.

My brother and my family got into a fight and he decided to leave and go live with our dad WHO ABUSED US. The fight was dumb. And I mean I won't pretend to be hurt he left. Hes abusive as well. He berated me, told everyone in our school about my Anorexia, tells me I'll never be loved, tells me im dumb, etc... I'm a pretty sensitive person. I always like to help when I can and I always offer comfort and advice when someone is struggling I dedicate my life to helping. ive helped him everytime he needed me. But he's never returned the favor. Now he's telling everyone lies about my family, me included. We fought, and im just frustrated that I lost my cool and I didn't just let it slide again. I'm angry about all the things he's saying and that I'm still angry. This is the "I want to throw things against a wall and break them" kind of mad and I'm just ashamed. This isn't like me. I'm usually positive and upbeat and happy. So being this angry is new and I feel like i shouldn't be. I should miss him but I don't.

Do you think you could do a comfort with Kirishima, Amajiki, or shoji? Or whoever you think fits best. I feel guilty and ashamed for how angry I am. Thank you for taking the time to read this. (Also this is a random tidbit I'm very short so I like the huge hugs) i apologize this turned into a vent.

━━ 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ;; 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔

✧ cw :: gn!reader, reader is crying from anger, reader is shorter than kirishima

✧ a/n :: hi my love, i tried my best to write something that would validate your feelings <3 you have every right to feel the way you do; you are so valid. if you're satisfied or not, please do tell me !

“i’m so angry, eijirou.” you whisper, pacing about with your arms crossed tightly over your chest. the amount of anger bubbling up in your blood is incredibly unnatural and your nails dig into the skin of your arms like claws— tearing something apart is all you can think about.

“i know, angel.” kirishima sits on the couch, red eyes focused on you. it constricts his heart to watch you so scattered— such a kind soul so torn over something that wasn't even their fault. he sees the deep creasing of your brows and he hopes he's imagining the way your hands are trembling a little. “talk to me, pretty.”

“i don't know why he'd say all of that about me— what did i ever do to him? why would i let him still have an effect on me?” your lip begins to quiver and kirishima watches his world start to crack in front of him. “this isn't me— i’m so angry, eiji—”

you don't need to say any more for eijirou to get up to engulf you in his arms. he takes you in like there's nowhere else you belong, and the familiar scent of him and the comfort he carries has the lump in your throat thickening uncomfortably.

“feel your anger, baby. feel it all, i’m here to hold you through it,” he whispers, going to kiss the top of your head before he rests his chin on it gently, running his hand up and down your back. you want to buckle into him when you understand how long it's been since you felt so heard, so seen.

you cling to the back of his shirt like a lifeline, hot tears dampening the material covering his chest. the anger feels like a fire being tamed, but the last of its flames hasn't quite been extinguished yet.

“it’s not okay for me to be so angry— i’m supposed to be able to help myself—” your voice is slightly muffled by you holding onto each other so tightly, and eijirou is quick to intercept. he slowly pulls away enough to be able to cup your tear-streaked face with both hands, with his thumbs brushing against your skin— gently as if it were glass— to wipe away your tears.

“i need you to look at me when i say this.” eijirou’s eyes scan your teary ones, making sure you're hearing every single word he says. “if there's anyone who has the right to anger, it's you. you've been dragged through so much, and you are still one of the kindest people i know. so kind and so selfless— people like you don't deserve people like him.”

your breathing is deep and you can barely bring yourself to nod fully at what he's telling you. “he never deserved you missing him anyway, okay?”

kirishima kisses your forehead before he brings you in again to hold you tight, protecting you from whatever he can. the soothing rhythm of his hand moving against your back begins to soothe you a little and you let out a slightly easier breath.

“you’re allowed to be as angry as you need to be, pretty. i’m here to love you through it all.”

you note how he repeats the nickname ‘pretty’ though you feel you're the farthest thing away from it right now. there are times you wish you could see yourself through eijirou’s eyes and find the beauty he speaks so adamantly about, and this is definitely one of them.

what he does show you is how much he cares, how much he loves you by how long he stays right there, just like that for you. kirishima’s presence calms the rage into something manageable, something you no longer have to deal with alone.

and if he's lucky, he hopes you'll never have to deal with it without him again.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

#— emergency requests #kirishima x reader #kirshima x you #kirishima x y/n #kirishima comfort #kirishima x gn!reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #mha x reader #mha comfort #bnha x reader #bnha kirishima #i hope this cheers you up a little my love <3

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luveline · 2 years

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Omg what about something with Peter about finding out you’re pregnant, and you’re nervous to tell him, unsure of how he’s gonna react. Only if you want, though!! I adore your writing 💓

hi tysm! im not sure if this is what you meant but i hope you like it <3

Birth control doesn't always work. That's a stone cold fact. You know it's not your fault, know the positive pregnancy test in your hand was an eventuality. Still, sitting in the living room with your legs crossed tight and the start of a tension headache behind your eyes, you worry about how Peter will feel.

The door opens. He's finally home from work.

You'd taken the test last night but hadn't been able to convince yourself to tell him. His smile now, beaming and brilliant, fills you with guilt.

"I have to tell you something," you say. Your voice is scratchy to begin with, smooths out as you build confidence.

He pauses where he's standing. There's not many conclusions to be reached when your girlfriend says that to you, you know, and he must think of the same few options. You're breaking up with him, you're a murderer, you're pregnant, you're sick.

"Is everything okay?" he asks.

You frown. "I don't know."

He sheds his bag and his jacket. You watch. Next his shoes. He slides onto the sofa beside you and goes to take your hand where it's clasped tight in your lap. You let him work the test from your fingers.

It doesn't take long after that.

You're searching his face for any hint of how he's feeling, but Peter is a closed book when he wants to be.

"Bub," he says, frowning, "Just this one?"

"I took three."

"All the same?"

"Yeah."

He sets the test on your coffee table and brings your hands into his lap, obviously perturbed by your trembling. He wrings out your fingers.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine," you say, sounding strangled. His asking makes you more emotional than you think it will.

"Are you sure?"

"Do you want me to get rid of it?"

He looks like he's been slapped, quickly squaring it away. He drops one of your hands in favour of taking your face into his palm.

"I want what you want," he says firmly.

"But you're still in school," you say.

He shrugs. "Doesn't matter. I want what you want."

"I don't know what I want," you say worriedly.

Peter squeezes your cheek. "That's okay," he says softly.

"I don't- I don't know. I don't know."

"You don't have to know, or make any decision right this second. Did you eat today?"

You love Peter. You trust him. But you need more - need to know what he wants. "Peter, if you don't want a baby-"

"Slow down," he pleads, looking alarmed by your rushed voice and its warbling.

"I would never force you to have a baby with me," you say.

He's really frowning. "I know that. Honey, where's this all coming from?" He sighs, scrubbing a hand through his hair before shuffling ever closer to you on the couch. "Listen to me, I love you. I love my life because I have you in it. I wouldn't ever want to jeopardise that, and I swear to you that I'm with you. Any decision that you make is the one I want to make too."

You cover your face with your hands. "I was so nervous to tell you."

"Why?" he asks.

You flinch, quick to look at him again. "Not like that. Not because you're not the man that you are, I knew you wouldn't make me do anything I don't want to do. Just- if I say it out loud, it's real."

"You're scared?"

"I'm terrified."

He tilts his head to the side. "I'm right here with you. I'm sorry I can't make these decisions for you, but I'm right here. I swear. If you want a baby, I'm happy. If you want an abortion, I'm happy. As long as you're doing what you want."

"You're really okay with that? If I have a baby?"

"Of course I am."

"And you're ready?"

"No," he says. You wince. He pushes his hand between your thighs and squeezes one gently. "Honestly, if you popped one out right now, I wouldn't know what to do. But I can be ready."

"Do you want one?" you whisper, almost afraid to ask. Peter is loyal, he's devoted, he's beautiful. But not everybody wants kids, and that's perfectly okay. You just can't figure out whether his answer is gonna break your heart or not.

"With you? Yes. Yeah, I do. When you want to have kids with me, I'm excited for that. I thought we'd have a little more time," he adds, rubbing your thigh, "but whatever, right? If you want one now, we'll have one now. I only have a year left in ESU. I'll get another job, we can be moved out by the time it comes, and…"

You think your ears are roaring. How quick he is to rearrange your lives because he thinks you want a baby. You're conflicted on what choice to make, but his support makes it easier.

"Peter," you say, small. "I love you."

He stops his planning. "I love you. Can I make you dinner now? You look peaky."

You laugh and let him ply you with a delicious home cooked meal, and can't say you mind his extra attention. He apologises eventually, looking guilty. "Sorry for knocking you up, pretty girl. It was an accident, I swear." You laugh until you can't breathe.

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crystlizabeth · 1 year

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Till death due us part…

Paring: Severus Snape x Wife!BlackFem!reader

Summary: fights with Snape during the dark times of Hogwarts.

Warnings: swearing! Mention of child death and abuse(death eaters punishing students)!

Angst.

“No.”

“Y/n its not if i have much choice can’t you see that!” Severus hissed.

“I will not say it again. Your lap dogs will not lay a hand on my students.” You spoke your voice dangerously calm.

A sigh came from your husband, the new headmaster of the school. With Dumbledore dead and Voldemort in power things at Hogwarts went down hill. Students being brutally punished the infirmary was always full, it made you sick watching children get tortured by grown adults.

“I will continue to have my students write sentences and do chores.” You reminded.

He looked at you the look of worry because if the death eater learned I wasn’t ‘punishing’ my students the would do it to me to remind me. He didn’t want that to happen so thats how we got here, he hated watching students get hurt but there was nothing he could do about it.

“SAY SOMETHING! Merlin dont look at me like that like im in the wrong Severus THEY ARE CHILDREN!” You cried with a slam of your hand to the desk.

“I know..” thats all he had to say. He knows. You just looked as him your face completely dead no expression anymore.

“What if it was Ezekiel.”

“Do. Not. That’s different.” The mention of him made Severus break, the thought of your son who never made it, knowing he would be at Hogwarts now if he was alive.

A scoff left you, wiping your face “How.. How is it any different those students we are supposed to protect them no matter what. We were supposed to protect our son no matter what and I couldn’t, we couldn’t.” Your voice broke. The knowing you could help you son from his sickness when he was only 3, knowing what ever you did no matter how many treatments or how many doctors he saw the couldn’t help him.

“I know i don’t want this to continue but i can’t do anything about it..” Severus looked down his voice slightly broke.

“Why..” the word left your lips sickly slow.

He shook his head lifting it back up to look at you. He was keeping something from you, something you knew you didn’t want to know but you did.

“Tell me.”

“I cannot..”

“Tell me.” You said stepping to him, his eyes still connected with yours.

“I…I can’t..” he voice was weak. So many things went through your head, so many Bad thoughts. You knew it was bad when he disconnected his eyes from yours not being able to look at you. His breath shuttered slightly trying to contain himself.

“I am your Wife.” You cried quietly.

“For better, for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death.” the vows left your lips.

“Dose non of that mean anything to you anymore? I am here for you i know danm well what i got my self into when I married you 16 years ago, I knew the sacrifices and dangers of becoming your wife Severus.” Your eyes filled with tears.

“Dose he plan to kill me if you disobey him.” You knew he would be punished but never killed he was to valuable to Voldemort.

“No..” his muttered “But he will torment you then leave you to forget me. To hate me. Keep me alive knowing i have no way back to you. He knows your all i have… and that i would be nothing.. nothing without you Y/n. You are my wife a woman I spoke an unbreakable vow to a vow with meaning.” He voice was frail, fragile like glass just ready to be broken.

You looked at your husband comprehending what he just confessed to you. You didn’t say anything, not a word. You walked over to him grabbing his face lightly bringing it dow to you he melted into your touch his face in the nape of your neck moving your braids behind your shoulders as hot tears came from his eyes feeling them upon your skin. Your thumbs creasing his face as you held him gently.

“Were in this together my love..” your voice cracked, moving his face so he was looking as you, pulling him in giving him a soft kiss.

“Till death due us part.” He spoke as you pulled away.

#pro severus #severus snape #snape x oc #severus snape x reader #snape community #snape fandom #snape love #snape x pocreader #snape fanfiction #snape x reader #x black reader #black reader #poc reader #black fem reader #angst prompt #snape #snape fic #severus x y/n #severus x you

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theoldlesbianwithcats · 1 month

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i like your writings on gold star lesbian experience. it is so isolating, we are so alienated all our lives and then non-gold stars accuse us of being privileged.

i also tried to convince myself im heterosexual and capable of being attracted to men like u. i would try to imagine myself in a heterosexual romance and tell myself it could be okay. but even the sight of a man in a photo would make it too real for me, let alone the thought of physically interacting with him. so i cant really understand how non gold stars can do any of that. its one thing to think you may be ok with it, but the reality of a male is so diffierent.

even though i never once spoke of being attracted to women everyone throughout school was able to pick up on my disinterst in men and treat me as a freak because of it.

i dont care if the non gs want to talk about their experiences. right now i dont even care if they call themselves lesbians bisexuals pansexuals, whatever. but when they accuse us of being obsessed with sexual purity, or being privileged it makes me feel so furious at them.

i dont understand their double standards. they will say that not sleeping with men and everyone assuming theyre a ugly dyke was so hard, thats why they had to sleep with men. but at the same time they are also claiming that us women who didnt do that are privileged? how can both be true? we endured what u said was too difficult for u? but that makes us more privileged?

its so disgusting. i dont want to say anything and stir the pot because i know 9/10 people are non gold stars. i should swallow my discomfort and take care of everyones trauma. what about my voice?

i have pride in what i am but i am also tired of this. sorry this became more long than i wanted. but ur voice is much appreciated. thank u

Hi anon!

Never apologize for speaking up! You asked "what about my voice", well I want to hear it and other gold stars do too. The isolation and alienation we feel can be so painful, every time one of us speaks it makes things a little bit better because it reminds us that we're not alone :)

Their arguments make no sense, I agree. It's part victimization contest, part silencing us because they know that if we share our experiences, it will be obvious to everyone that they're not lesbians.

And I completely relate to keeping your mouth shut and playing free therapist for the fakebians (who will then tell us to shut up because our lives trigger them). They say that we're the ones destroying lesbian community and creating drama, but I'd argue that accepting fakebians was the first step of the very slippery slope that led us to "sexuality is fluid", "sexuality is a political choice", "non-men loving non-men", men identifying as lesbians, and actual lesbians being bullied even within the community. How absurd is it that we're harassed into silence by "lesbians" for never having touched a dick consensually and never wanting to?

I truly hope that breaking the silence will motivate us to be free from all that guilt-tripping and create a real lesbian movement :)

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awhkacey · 2 years

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’𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑑’ 𝑆𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠：

 i have a naturally high iq

 i have the ultimate concentration

 i have a perfect photographic memory

 i find studying extremely fun

 Studying energises me

 i am always motivated study

 i am fully concentrated and engaged when i sleep

 i enjoy going to school

 learning new languages is so easy for me

 i always get 100% on all my tests and exams

 i find it easy to romanticise school

 i get all my homework and assignments done on time

 i am so incredibly intelligent it literally defies human nature

 i write so unnaturally fast i can write 200 essays in twenty minutes

 i am fast learner

 i am disciplined

 i am incredibly smart

 i am very organised

 i find it so easy to stay productive

 i got the beauty AND the brains

 i slay all my tests and exams effortlessly

 it’s impossibe for me to get a bad grade/bad scor on a test

 it’s so easy for me to learn any subject

 everyone know im a genius at ___

 i know absolutely everything about ___ without studying at all

 i have the highest attention span ever

 nothing could ever break my focus, i’m unstoppable

 everyone wants to be as smart and as motivated to study as i am

 every time i studying i get prettier and prettier

 i look so pretty and mysterious when im studying

 i’m the prettiest girl in the whole entire school

 they say you can’t have both beauty and brains, like bitch explain me then.

 i am the hottest nerd anyone has ever known

 i am the full embodiment and definition of a hot nerd

 my grades are and always have been perfect

 i get good grades even without studying

 i am able to finish a 2hr test in just merely 5 minutes

 i have the whole of google’s and wikipedia’s data embedded in my mind

 i am so smart, everyone wants me to be their personal tutor

 i look hot while wearing glasses < im not sorry i had to-

 i have the best grades ever

 i never get below 100% on all tests and exams

 i get full marks without trying

 why are my grades so high?

 i am great at ___

 i fluent in ____

 i go to my desired school

 i am the definition of being an overachiever

 i can focus when read

 i remember every single little thing i read

 i am free from all anxieties when it comes to public speaking

 it’s so easy for me to romanticise my homework

 i am always motivated to complete my homework

 doing my homework energies me

 i always get all my homework done in the span of five minutes

 it’s so easy for me to stick to a study routine

 i always have the motivation to revise

 i always remember everything I revise

 i have the highest grades in the class

 i never get less than full marks

 teachers always give me full marks because they like too much

 i am an exam slayer

 as soon as i look at the questions on an exam paper, i completely know all the answers

 my teacher keeps leaking the answers to every exam paper

 i effortlessly get full marks on all my exams

 i get full marks on every exam without studying at all

 i always write the full detailed awnsers needed in order to get full marks

 i always top my exams

 teachers always give me full marks no matter what

 anyone who checks my paper gives me full marks

#law of assumption #manifestation #affirmations #neville goddard #self concept #dream girl #desired reality #girlboss #manifesting #affirmyourreality #school affirmations #living in the end #loa #manifest #affirming #lana del rey #studyblr #study motivation #gaslight gatekeep girlboss

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scorpiobabylon · 8 months

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hi, is the long covid and basically what youve been talking about recently applies worldwide or its the us issue? i didnt see much about it in like disabled groups or in general in my country but now im concerned i mightve just not dig deep enough? are there any resources i can look into? youre welcomed to tell me to fuck off but also thank you in advance

hi! yes, c19 has gone endemic globally. i'm not sure what country you're in, but if you believe that covid is no longer a problem where you are, chances are that your government is deliberately minimizing a deadly disease. leaders want you to get back to work. disabled people are forced to shelter-in-place indefinitely (just like the rest of the world decided was a nightmare to do temporarily). if you look around and only see maskless people, it may be easy to conclude that no one is masking anymore because they don't have to. the reality is that high-risk people have been pushed even more deeply into the fringes as the virus is free to mutate and become more transmissible. even countries that had more effective shutdowns than the US are seeing an uptick in cases, though those numbers remain less steep. i hope you don't mind if i use this ask to say a lot of things.

here's one link: did u know the spanish flu was called the spanish flu because spain was neutral during WWI and therefore was the first country to break the news? it didn't originate in spain. it was all over europe. the allied powers did not want to "ruin wartime morale" by telling anyone living in those countries that a deadly virus was in their midst. we're in a surreal fucking situation, where the death count was alarming enough in the first year of c19 that governments were forced to react at first, but have now successfully propagandized the majority of the world into believing that it ended. it never ended. (and world leaders and billionaires know it -- they are still protecting themselves. nobody gets to meet joe biden without a PCR test. temporary air filtration systems get installed at high schools where he makes speeches, then taken down when he leaves.) it's not "like the flu" (though the flu kills and disables people every year!). there's no such thing as a "summer flu". it's not like a cold. it's now been able to mutate to look more like a cold (dominant variants no longer have the hallmark fever or even coughing symptoms), but it is a disease that attacks every system in the body. even a mild case can give you organ damage you won't know about until something goes wrong with your body. we are only in year three of this thing. we (and i mean everyone) are flying blind. we don't have any idea what people's life expectancies are going to look like down the line. certainly not for long covid patients.

regardless of pushes to "return to normal", it is becoming abundantly clear (right now, mostly only to those most greatly affected by c19) that there is nothing to go back to. we are puppeteering the limbs of a dead world. now that we understand how masks mitigate the spread of disease, why are nurses cheering and fucking clapping when we remove them again from hospitals? as climate change becomes worse and worse, we are staring down a world where we are meant to accept that the death of "some people" (see: other people) is inevitable. it is not. the preventative action that you take against c19 is preparing you wildfire smoke and the next virus the warming planet helps spread.

resources? resources. here is a great political breakdown of what is happening, called let them eat plague. good reading if you consider yourself a communist or would like to be one. here, too, is an archived version of an atlantic article on what CE/MFS looks like (one of the long covid health outcomes i am living with).

most of my resources center on US handling of the pandemic, but eugenic capitalism is a global problem. unfortunately, i'm not a great collector of links to things i've read even under the best of circumstances. it's just not a strong suit. adding this to the reality that i have been close to bed-bound by long covid for the last three weeks, and i'm just not gonna transform into a great link guy. i'm sorry about this. there are covid activists who are much better at sharing external resources than i am, but we are in the phase of c19 now where most of the people organizing right now are also sick themselves. so, many of them have a tendency to disappear, or struggle to keep pages up-to-date. some key phrases i might search for on social media for local groups might be "covid aware" or "covid safe", to see if something for your location pops up. i know there are groups in the netherlands, ireland, and australia pushing for covid education and a better world for those disabled by the pandemic.

i think many people are having difficulty understanding how many people have died of c19. for scale, an accepted figure for total global AIDS deaths (as of 2017) is 940,000. that's just under a million. it would be a whole hell of a lot more if not for continuous direct political action (thank you ACT UP), but people (especially in sub-saharan africa) continue to die today. C19 deaths in 2020 alone were at three million. in 2023 we are at over 6.9 million. the crisis never fucking ended. that is over 6.9 million deaths, and counting, in a "post-vaccine" world. (a vaccine is not a fucking cure). i think part of what we are seeing right now is that the people who care the most are fucking shaken. most of us are just stunned. estimates show TEN MILLION people are living with long covid in the united states alone. TEN MILLION!!!! JUST IN THE STATES!

vaccines are not a cure. i will keep repeating this until somebody understands it. vaccines are not a cure. vaccines do not cure c19, no matter where you live in the world. vaccines are also becoming less and less accessible as the public "learns to live with" the virus. some people will never be eligible for vaccines. vaccines make many people living with long covid much sicker (as happened to me). i will continue advocating for vaccines, as i advocate for all precautionary measures (like nasal sprays which i am also allergic to since long covid can cause MCAS), but it needs to be said that many many people cannot access or safely use these measures. world governments would like you to believe that a high tech intervention (vaccines) have saved us from having to bother with uncomfortable low-tech measures (masking). resist this. i was double boosted and healthy when i had my first (and only, to my knowledge) covid infection in september of 2022. i am 27 years old and this virus has disabled me.

i was also masking frequently in public when i caught covid. masks are a bit like car seatbelts; it's a smart fucking idea, but you can still crash. this is an imperfect comparison, though, since then your seatbelt would also be protecting your passengers and other drivers. when the burden of masking falls only on vulnerable people, everybody gets fucked. one-way masking is safer than not masking, but it's not half as effective.

there is no known cure for long covid. that means that doctors will tell long covid patients that they do not know what is wrong with them at every turn, oftentimes disbelieving, minimizing, and recommending treatments (like exercise and weight loss) that can leave patients bed-bound or dead. any covid infection can become long covid, in any person, at any age, and your chances of developing long covid INCREASE EXPONENTIALLY with each infection --building immunity with repeat infections is an insidious and deadly myth. covid infections compound. how many times are people expected to get this fucking virus?

when you are in public, the chances that you are either around a high-risk person or around someone who is in close contact with a high-risk person is almost 100%. break every goddamn transmission chain you possibly can.

invest in an N95 (or better) mask. here is a link to where i buy mine. governments should provide these, as well as free access to vaccines and testing sites and medicine for acute infections, but we are in the phase now where major pushes for activism are only barely getting their land legs while the majority covers their ears and goes on laughing and drinking and dancing. be there when the screams get loud enough. add your voice, help the day come sooner, so less children get long covid at school and less friends get heart attacks at 30 and less grandparents disappear and lovers you used to enjoy dining with lose their sense of smell and taste forever. there will be greater collective action as this moves closer to home for more people. but in the meantime.

live compassionately. as the world moves on, we need people everywhere to start fighting back. take action for people who can't (cuz people who should be in bed resting or processing all this fucking grief are being forced to act and can feel very alone).

this is one ask and i will probably post more later but tumblr dot com is just not my primary outlet for activism or expression lol. i have mainly used this page to vent a few times because i am quite literally trapped in my house unable to work. but it's my silly blog where i go to be silly. i hope any of this was helpful to you or anybody reading.

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stormyoceans · 4 months

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Monica I'm really scared. It's ep 11 next week. We haven't got Mork crying. (Sam mentioned to me that we haven't even gotten the day bawling scene from the trailer?) This eye donation thing seems a little bit too happy and hopeful for an ep 11.

I know this sounds bad but I really hope day doesn't regain his sight. Because everything the series built up about how blind people also are able to experience this world will all go down the drain. And some part of me knows p'aof will not do that. But then. It's so cruel. To give Day the eyes, the hope of vision just to yank it back so heartlessly. It's so mean. I am scared for next Friday monica.

i feel like i should probably wait to answer you because rn the episode is still too fresh in my mind and i don't have the emotional detachment necessary to be, if not positive, at least not utterly and embarrassingly overdramatic about this but. my mood really flipped a whole 180 degrees because of that ending and ngl. im not doing too well ;;;;;;;

FAIR AMOUNT OF NEGATIVITY UNDER THE CUT I ALREADY APOLOGIZE FOR IT

the thing is. i don't think the surgery next episode is gonna be successful, but i still so deeply dislike this eye donation plotline regardless of how it's gonna end because what's the point of it? if the surgery is successful and day gets his sight back, then it's gonna defeat the entire message of the show. if the surgery fails and day remains blind, then it just feels completely purposeless since he didn't need this to accept his disability and learn that he can still have a fulfilling life: he had already accepted this at songkhla, and it was perfect. honestly the only reason i can think of for them to go down this road is to have the surgery be unsuccessful now, only to end the series with day getting it again after some years and this time working out to show that 'you should never give up hope'. and i can't even begin to explain just how much that wouldn't sit right with me. and i mean i don't have a disability so i obviously don't have any right to say this, but still

not to mention that i actually still feel like those two moments with day and mork crying that we have yet to see are both related to the two of them breaking up because mork doesn't feel like he can take care of day, so they're gonna make him leave until he can prove to day's mom that he can provide for day. which is another thing i would hate

i just don't understand why would they choose all of this when, instead, p'aof could have had mork and day figuring out their future TOGETHER and BOTH trying to prove to day's mom that they can take care of EACH OTHER. like the show made such a point of making day become more independent and empowered but now they're not allowing him to be. i wanna see him walking outside alone with a cane, i wanna see him go back to school and finish his studies, i wanna see him open up his little bookstore while mork works as a cook. it can still happen, i guess, but i still wish it would have been given more focus

im also the kind of dramatic person who can't be like 'at least we have the first 9 episodes, they were perfect and nothing can ruin them'. unfortunately that's not enough for me. unfortunately i need them to stick the landing or it WOULD ruin the entire show for me. and not being able to get back to it and find comfort in morkday would honestly be heartbreaking for me. and you know, obviously the message and the representation of the show is the most important part in this, but also i would be lying if i said i didn't want to have a damn DVD box set of a jimmysea series to actually hold and enjoy since we won't ever have one for vice versa, but what would be the point of buying the last twilight one if i dislike the ending

ANYWAY. im really sorry ismay, i ended up ranting because i needed to vent but im afraid im only making you feel worse with this ;;;;;;; maybe after i sleep on it i will be a bit more optimistic about this but. im really scared too ;;;;;;; for what is worth im holding your hand and im here for you whatever is gonna happen

#none of this is gonna change my love for jimmysea but it still making me feel like such a bad nomnom #sorry again for the negativity i guess i should probably leave for a while ;;;;;;#ismay 🤍#m: ask

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juless27 · 10 months

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I see you do Ronance fanfiction? I’m low key obsessed with sick fics and I haven’t been able to find a lot for Ronance. Do you know of any/would you want to maybe write one? I prefer one-shots, fluffy, and please have it be like any sickness besides covid. If you can’t, that’s perfectly okay but I thought I’d ask.

ok it's been freaking forever and im very sorry for the delay but here it is i hope you like it! (feel free to request fics in my asks if you want but keep in mind it will most likely take me a few weeks to finish)

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Robin Buckley did not have the flu. Anyone who said otherwise was lying. Robin Buckley did not have the flu because she needed to keep going to work and she needed to keep going to school. She was so close to graduation and maybe, finally, getting the hell out of Hawkins if she could save up enough money.

“Robin.”

“Yeah?” Robin’s voice was muffled by her stuffy nose.

“Go. Home,” Steve told her, for probably the millionth time.

“I can’t.”

“You look like you’re about to drop dead.”

“Aw thanks for noticing, Harrington,” Robin replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Steve did his classic I’m-not-your-dad-but-I’m-about-to-act-like-it-because-it’s-my-love-language pose. Head tilted, hands on hips, eyebrows raised, legs shoulder width apart. Robin liked it better than his I’m-Steve-Harrington-and-all-the-ladies-want-me pose, but not by much.

“Robin, you need to go home.”

“First of all,” Robin said, jumping off her usual perch on the counter and then groaning and clutching her head because that hurt, “you,” she pointed at Steve, “are not my mother or my boss. I don’t have to do what you say. Second of all, I need the money.”

Steve considered her for a second. A worrying light entered his eyes, as if he’s just had a really good idea. Robin braced herself. Then, “Okay.” And he turned back to the pile of returns he was sorting.

That… was suspiciously easy. But Robin’s brain was too foggy to figure out why. “I’m taking my fifteen,” she said, heading for the back room.

Steve waved a hand, “If you’re not back in twenty, I’m going to assume you died back there and I am not going to be the one to find your body.”

Robin bit back an insult involving the words “dick” and “wad” and the vivid image of her wailing her heart out over finding Steve’s dead body, should he happen to go before her. Which was incredibly likely.

The couch in the break room was lumpy and covered in stains that should be studied by the goddamn government, but once Robin got Steve’s extra sweater from the cubby and laid it down to cover the petri dish that was the couch cushions, it was actually pretty comfortable.

She slowly drifted off to sleep, the cadence of Steve’s voice talking to their first customer of the day lulling her like a lullaby.

Hours or days or seconds later, Robin blinked awake to a hand on her shoulder.

“Robin,” a soft voice said, and Robin’s eyes tried to focus on the source. There was a bright light and a shadow in front of it, creating a halo around the person’s head.

“Oh my god. Steve was right. I’m dead.”

The voice laughed, “You’re not dead, babe. Not yet, anyway.”

Robin knew that laugh. Knew it because she chased after it every single day. Because every joke that passed her lips was for the sole purpose of hearing it, of seeing the radiant smile that came with it.

“Can you repeat that part where you said I was right? I want to get it on tape,” said a voice that was unmistakably Steve’s. Robin ignored him.

“Nancy?” Robin squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light, revealing two brunettes staring down at her, one with concern and one with a smug smirk that begged to be punched.

“Yeah, hon. Now c’mon, let’s get you home,” Nancy helped her sit up and Robin’s eyes finally decided to work and she could see Nancy’s face somewhat clearly. Gorgeous brown curls, impossibly wide eyes filled with worry. That had Robin sitting up faster than she probably should have. The room spun but Robin ignored it.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that you have the flu. And since you refused to go home when I told you to, I had to call in the cavalry,” Steve crossed his arms over his chest.

“The cavalry…” Robin repeated, “Meaning Nancy?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, I just woke up so help me out here. Why did you call Nancy?”

“Because you listen to her. And you don’t listen to me,” Steve said, “And you need to go home and rest so I called Nancy to come pick you up and make sure you do.”

“Uh-huh…” It might be time to admit she was sick. Her brain was impossibly foggy. A cool hand pressed to her forehead.

“Jeez, Robin, you’re burning up,” Nancy said, leaning closer to peer into Robin’s eyes, which refused to focus on her.

“Ugh, stop that. You’re making me dizzy. My eyes won’t focus.”

“But you’re fine, right?” Steve said smugly.

“Okay, okay. I might be just a little bit… sick.”

Steve raised his hands victoriously. Robin would have rolled her eyes but she wasn’t sure she could do so without passing out.

“I can’t leave, though. You’ll be alone out there.”

“Robin. Three people have come through that door today and they are all standing in this room. I’ll be fine,” Steve replied, reaching out and squeezing her shoulder, “Seriously. Go home and rest. I’ll bring you some soup later.”

Nancy and Steve helped Robin up and then Nancy walked her to the door like an extremely awkward three legged race, considering Robin had a full head of height on her and was not doing a very good job of holding her own weight.

“I’m holding you to that soup promise, Harrington!” Robin called over her shoulder as Nancy attempted to open the door and get them both through.

Robin stumbled over the curb and nearly sent them both tumbling onto the cracked pavement. She squinted at the ground, “Someone needs to re-pave this.”

“I’ll alert the mayor,” Nancy said, leaving Robin leaning against the car as she unlocked the passenger door. “Alright, in you go.”

She put a hand on the top of Robin’s head as Robin ducked into the car, “Aren’t you supposed to tell me my rights?”

“What?” Nancy said, baffled. Then, an eye roll. “You are not being arrested, Rob.”

“Well, you should arrest me.”

“Is that so?” Nancy asked, shoving Robin’s legs inside so she could close the door.

“Yeah, because I’ve captured your heart.”

Nancy groaned and Robin laughed, then closed her eyes and leaned back against the chair because laughing hurt and thinking hurt and everything hurt.

“Glad to see your dumbass sense of humor is still intact,” Nancy said, pretending to be annoyed but Robin opened her eyes just in time to catch the adorable blush that bloomed on Nancy’s cheeks as she shut the door.

Nancy drove as smoothly and safely as she always did. As in, not at all. Looking at her, you’d think Nancy was the safest teenage driver in Hawkins. But looking at her you’d never know that Nancy Wheeler keeps guns in her shoeboxes and hunts interdimensional monsters and drives like it’s the Indy 500 (300?). Robin herself had fallen into that trap, and she feels endlessly lucky to be one of the few who get to know the real Nancy. Except for her driving, which made Robin fear for her life.

Nancy takes Robin to the Wheelers’ place and Robin’s desire to lay down overpowers her hesitation and she lets Nancy haul her out of the car and into the house.

“Nancy?” Karen called from the kitchen as they came in, “Is that you?”

“Yeah, mom, it’s me,” Nancy called back and, under her breath, “Who else would it be?”

Robin grinned. She always enjoyed her girlfriend’s snarky remarks when they were aimed at someone else. The trek up the stairs is one of great difficulty, involving many tangled limbs and bumps against the walls.

“Nancy, what the hell are you doing?” Mike demanded, coming out of his room down the hall.

“Hey, lil’ Wheeler,” Robin greeted.

“Robin,” Mike looked her up and down, “You look awful.”

“Why thank you.”

“Go back in your room, asshole,” Nancy said, scowling, coming to Robin’s defense even against Mike’s very true comment.

They finally made it through the door and into Nancy’s incredibly pink bedroom. At first sight, Robin had thought Nancy’s room was pink because duh, the princess of priss would have a pink room. Then, after getting to know Nancy, she thought maybe it was something her mom forced her into. One day she finally just outright asked: “Why is your room pink?”

Nancy had looked up from her book, “Because I like pink.”

Over the months, first as friends and then as more, Robin had spent a lot of time in Nancy’s bedroom. Snoop that she was, she had touched nearly every trinket and item Nancy had, sometimes asking Nancy where they came from or why she had them. Seeing someone’s bedroom was Robin’s favorite way to get to know someone and Nancy was her favorite person to get to know.

Nancy deposited Robin on her bed and bent down to untie Robin’s converse. Robin stared at the ceiling, which was beginning to spin in a truly nauseating way. She groaned and closed her eyes.

“You okay, babe?” Nancy asked, slipping Robin’s second shoe off.

“Spinning,” Robin mumbled, “Everything’s spinning.”

“Okay, sit up, c’mon,” Nancy grabbed Robin’s wrists and pulled her back into a sitting position. Nancy shucked off her Family Video vest, folded it neatly, and placed it on her desk chair, a stark contrast from the way Robin tossed it on her floor after every shift.

Finally, Nancy tucked Robin into her bed and Robin immediately relaxed into the mattress, snuggled under the comforter and resting her head on a pillow that smelled like Nancy. And she promptly fell asleep.

Nancy let herself watch for a moment. Reminded herself that she was Robin’s girlfriend now, that watching her girlfriend sleep when she’s sick is not weird. She’s allowed to do these kinds of things now. Robin lets her do these kinds of things. Robin likes when she does these things. She looked absolutely adorable asleep in Nancy’s bed, her face squished against the pillow and the comforter pulled up to her chin. She leaned forward and placed her hand against Robin’s forehead. She was burning up. Nancy wished she had managed to get a fever reducer in her before she fell asleep.

Nancy set the half finished glass of water on her nightstand next to two Advil pills. She fished a post it note out of her desk drawer and wrote Robin a note: downstairs, making you soup. Don’t move. And take the medicine. - N

Maybe it was some sort of placebo effect, but chicken noodle soup always made Nancy feel better when she was sick. Who didn’t feel better after some warm soup? Besides, this was Nancy’s thing. Chicken noodle soup, simple as it was, was the one thing Karen had never mastered. Nancy was always the one who made soup for her younger siblings when they got sick. As much as she tried to fight it, her nuclear family upbringing had drilled into her that cooking was how a woman showed her love. Or maybe just generally taking care of people. Nancy had spent many many hours psychoanalyzing this tendency in herself, but eventually she concluded that she just liked taking care of people and left it at that.

And Robin was her favorite person to take care of. It was so easy to make her happy. She would beam at her if Nancy so much as tied her shoelace. Every little thing was big to her and Nancy loved it. She finally felt appreciated. But that was a psychoanalysis for another day.

She was just adding the noodles to the simmering pot when she heard footsteps on the stairs. She turned, expecting her mom or her brother, but only saw Robin.

“Robin!” She rushed over to help her girlfriend sit at the counter, “Didn’t you read the note? I told you to stay in bed.”

“Yes, I did. And then I immediately decided to disobey it.”

Nancy tried to look at her disappointedly, but she knew Robin could see the twist of her lips hiding a smile.

“Did you at least take the medicine?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Robin offered a two finger salute, reminiscent of an old haunted house, a grandfather clock, a brick through a glass window.

Nancy ladled the soup into a bowl and set it down in front of Robin, “Let it cool down for a second.”

Robin put down the spoon that was already halfway to her mouth. Nancy smirked, turning to lean back against the sink.

“Aren’t you going to have any?”

Nancy shook her head, “I made it for you.”

Robin frowned, “You should eat. Taking care of me is hard work, you know. I’m a handful.” Sick as hell and still worrying about Nancy.

Nancy smiled and filled a second bowl, “Oh, I know.”

They sat at the counter and sipped at their soup silently, both mutually looking over to make sure the other was eating. They took care of each other like that, Nancy supposed. When they were done Nancy placed their bowls in the sink and stepped behind Robin, wrapping her arms around Robin and resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Wanna go back to bed?”

Robin shook her head.

“You should get some sleep,” Nancy murmured.

“And you shouldn’t be this close to me,” Robin countered, “I’m gonna get you sick.”

Nancy shrugged, “Don’t care. Cuddles are the best treatment for the flu, you know.”

Robin leaned back into her, “Oh, is that right?”

Nancy tucked her head into Robin’s shoulder, breathing in the honey sweet smell of her hair, “Mm hmm.”

“Well, I’ve heard the best treatment is having a movie marathon.”

Nancy pulled back to squint at her, assessing. Robin turned to look at her.

“How about one movie, and then bed?”

Robin pretended to consider, “You drive a hard bargain, but I accept.”

They made their way into the living room and Robin flopped unceremoniously onto the couch. Nancy tucked a blanket around her before crossing the room to slide a tape into the VHS player, not needing to ask what Robin wanted to watch. The Princess Bride flashed across the screen in light blue and Robin clapped, as delighted as ever for the movie she had seen a thousand times. Nancy climbed over Robin and tucked herself between the back of the couch and her girlfriend, wrapping one arm around her like a seatbelt and stroking her hair with the other hand. Robin hummed contentedly.

She fell asleep sometime between the shrieking eels and the cliffs of insanity, entirely missing her favorite moment (when the boat smacked against the rocks and bounced, clearly showing it was fake) and Nancy��s (the classic ‘as you wish!’ falling down the hill scene). After that she drifted in and out, dreaming of ROUSes and the Dread Pirate Roberts, feeling entirely secure with Nancy’s arm around her.

When she woke up, it was dusk outside and Nancy was no longer behind her. She blinked awake blearily. The living room was softly illuminated by a single lamp and Nancy was sitting on the ground, back against the couch, surrounded by a circle of papers and photographs, working on a piece she refused to let Robin read until it was perfect.

“Morning, sleepy head,” she said, affectionately, without turning around.

“Mmph,” Robin responded.

Nancy reached a hand up and Robin leaned forward without thinking, making her forehead more accessible. Nancy pressed a hand against it and nodded.

“You feel a little cooler. How are you doing?”

Robin took a moment to assess. The room was certainly less spinny and her head wasn’t throbbing anymore. “A bit better, I think.”

“Good,” Nancy said, standing, “We should probably get you home.”

“Noooo!” Robin moaned dramatically, throwing a hand over her forehead like a damsel in distress.

Nancy laughed, “Yes. You’ll sleep better in your own bed.”

Robin reached up and took both of Nancy’s hands in hers. She stuck her bottom lip out and gave Nancy that look she could never refuse, “Pwease? Can I stay with you? Just for tonight?”

Nancy pressed her lips together, but something in her eyes told Robin she had already won. “Fine. But just for tonight.”

Robin beamed.

“Dinner and then bed,” Nancy said.

“What? C’mon, Nance, it’s only like five o’clock.”

Nancy put on her I’m-in-charge-look that seriously rivaled Steve’s, “Alright, I’ll just get my keys then.” She pretended to look around, patting her pockets.

“Okay, okay!” Robin gave in, “Dinner and bed sounds perfect.”

Dinner consisted of Mrs. Wheeler’s fantastic lasagna, followed by Nancy ushering her upstairs for bed. Robin brushed her teeth with the green toothbrush she left at the Wheelers’ and then changed into the sweats and tee Nancy had found in the drawer she had designated for Robin (which had been the cutest thing, Nancy blushing pink as she presented the empty drawer for Robin to keep some clothes in). Nancy made her drink more water and take more medicine and then tucked her into bed on Nancy’s usual side, with the better pillow.

“Will you stay?” Robin asked, “You can keep the light on and read or whatever, if you want.”

Nancy smiled, “Of course.”

She left her lamp on, turning out the rest of the lights. Then she leaned over and kissed Robin’s temple, “Get some sleep, love.”

Robin hummed in response, eyes falling closed, “Read to me?”

“Sure, baby.”

“Love you.”

“I love you, too,” And then she began to read, “ ‘It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife…’”

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