#even though I have summer school 💔💔💔💔

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

Cuddling with the Eltingville boys headcanons

you read my MIND

ELTINGVILLE X READER CUDDLING HCS!!

Bill

He's not very affectionate, but if you bug him he might let up.

The kind of guy to just wrap his arm around your shoulder and think that's enough

He does NOT wanna be there

He could be bagging comics right now..

He stinks. Bad.

prolly sniffs you when he think you won't notice.

You always notice.

Once you pass out or leave he just leaves to go do something else.

2. Pete

He really doesn't mind cuddles, but he likely wouldn't be one to initiate it.

He's not very good at it, more likely to just sling his arm over your shoulder and call it a day.

If you wanna get closer, you'll have to instruct him step-by-step to make sure you're both actually comfortable.

Once you do it a few times, he gets more used to it and actually starts to enjoy it, might ask you to cuddle from time to time- even if he's a super awkward about it.

He's somewhat nice to cuddle with when he's got it down. But do NOT cuddle him with a blanket, you will instantly regret it once he's in a mood.

If he gets used to cuddling, he'll also become more affectionate in day-to-day life; it's a nice change. It'd also help him feel more comfortable with you, in a way.

3. Jerry

I feel like he'd already be pretty big on affection, but he's not really used to it.

He'd love cuddles, really; if you ask he'll immediately say yes.

He kinda sucks at it though because he doesn't know how to get comfortable and never really cuddled anyone before.

Will squirm around for like an hour until he finally gets a position he likes.

Once he gets used to cuddling you he might get a little less awkward around you, and might sleep with you at night more often.

He still won't initiate it often, but that's because he never knows the right time and keeps embarrassing himself.

4. Josh

He's not really the kind of guy to initiate any affection often, but might try from time to time.

Though when he does, he's either tired, bored, or sad. If he's sad or tired he's much more likely to be super clingy.

For someone who's never hugged someone before, he's pretty good at cuddling; but it could be that he's just fat.

Either way he still really likes affection. He's annoying when the topic is brought up, though; he doesn't wanna look soft or silly.

In private, he might eventually admit to really liking affection but if the club ever mentioned it he'd kill himself 💔💔💔💔

If he did get used to it it'd get annoying fast because the second he'd begin to cry he'd force pull you into a hug and cry in your arms until he feels better... and he likely cries a lot. a lot.

[viharbinger]

can i request a fred weasley x slytherin (maybe someone from black family) reader? thank u so much!!

๋࣭ ⭑ The Lion and the Snake

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Reader

plotline: reader is a Slytherin with a death eater family. You're kinda disconnected from them and gives valuable information to the order of the phoenix, letting you stay at Grimmauld Place— where the notorious troublemaker Fred Weasley is. not to mention his giant crush on you.

A/n: I would like to do Fred x reader from the black family but I can't because I think it's kinda weird I'm sorrey 😭

Warnings: mentions of blood and violence and also it's a bit rushed sorry I was writing until 5am and didn't even sleep plus it's a school night😭💔

Grimmauld Place was where you and Fred Weasley met each other for the first time. Surely as fellow Hogwarts students, you've met each other before once or twice, right? Nope! You were part of the Slytherin house and he was in Gryffindor and shared only one class together.

But you've definitely seen him before for sure, whenever he and his identical twin were getting detention or losing house points very loudly in class. Even when you've been ushered out of the library when it was starting to get late at night, you'd notice the twins sneaking off somewhere from their tower.

They'd never taken the initiative to talk to you, though, as they never really needed to. But Fred does notice the way you've been targeted for your family name. Even Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson might try to talk with you to join forces but you just ignore them everytime, earning some foul expressions in return.

Yet he can't seem to ignore the fact that you're breathtaking. He can't believe it himself that he's thinking of you in such a way.. And he definitely lingered his eyes on you a little too long one time during the Yule Ball. Eventually, he started asking people around what you're like, what you're up to if you left the class abruptly or who you went to the Yule Ball with— which was weeks ago.

He could never catch you alone though. You would somehow always blend into the crowd and disappear or just be too busy with something else to be talking to anyone.

Fast forward, you spent the last few months sharing information with your favourite teacher, Professor Lupin on some information about the death eaters' plans you heard from your family which granted you a spot in Grimmauld Place. Your family isn't exactly the kindest folk and will likely not even notice you gone for a whole summer.

Everything Fred's ever thought about you became old and he could learn everything about you all over again— properly.

"Fred, right?" That was probably the first time he's ever heard your voice. Well, the first time he's ever heard it clearly because he'd only ever hear you softly whisper questions to the teachers privately about upcoming tests. And he wouldn't lie... He liked your voice. He liked the way you said his name.

"The one and only." He jests, sticking a hand out for you to shake. You beamed up at him and proudly shake his hand. He had an eruption of butterflies all over his stomach there, but painfully ignored it.

"How come I've never met you in Hogwarts?" He questions, even though he perfectly knows why. The question colors your face into a darker hue, "Well, I just didn't really like talking to people." You shrugged.

"Not even me? I'm sure me and my brother have been quite the topic is every conversation these days." He boasts, to which you laugh at. "No.. I've just been a little busy with my own studies is all." A little busy? He's been trying to catch you at every opportunity! "Are you sure you're a Slytherin? Seems like you're an overachieving Ravenclaw to me." He teases, peering over the books you held up to your chest.

"I plan to do something big in the future." You smiled before walking off. That's definitely the most he's ever heard you say in one sitting. Has something changed you over the summer or what? Not that he doesn't like it of course.

Despite your efforts in telling the Order some truths and details, Molly wouldn't let you in on the meetings because you were too young. Like Harry, Fred and the rest of the group, they were frustrated about it!

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After a quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy couldn't keep it in himself to make fun of the Weasleys. He got a little too far and started insulting Molly and the aftermath of it wasn't pretty at all. Draco got beat up by George and Harry, Fred had to be restrained by his teammates, and Umbridge started being unfair again.

She took away Fred, George and Harry's brooms and positions in their quidditch team permanently. This earned a foul mood from Fred the entire week, which even got you concerned.

You finally got him to alone one day outside the Gryffindor tower when you were on your way down to the library. "Hello, Fred. Fancy a study with me at the library?" All of a sudden, his bad mood seemed to falter. But he hates the idea of studying now that he's realised his dreams, honestly— which was to open up the joke shop with George. Not to mention he was planning to cook up some more products to ruin Umbridge's day at the moment. But this was the first time you've ever invited him somewhere and he wasn't going to say no!

At the library, you sat side by side sharing a book, awfully close to each other. "I've heard you lost your broom and can't play for Gryffindor anymore. I'm sorry about that." You whispered, not looking up from the book. "Sorry for what? It just gives me more reason to need to ruin Umbridge's life." He grinned, completely forgetting about the book in front of him.

"I saw you earlier, you looked like you were throwing daggers behind Malfoy's head—" You were about to say but was cut off by his words. "Let's not talk about that right now. I want to know more about you." He says suddenly, earning an eyebrow raise from you.

"What do you want to know?" You eyed him carefully, earning a nervous feeling from him. "I just wanna know what my favourite Slytherin is up to these days." He shrugged casually. "I've been busy reading up on the syllabus lately and decided to watch your game a few days ago." You start off.

"Fred, you've got to do something about her! She's driving me mad! I could barely take enough from the other Slytherins, let alone her!" You suddenly exclaim before he could form up a response to the first thing you said. He's never heard you be so worked up over something, earning a sharp glare from Madame Pince the librarian.

"Okay, okay. I was planning to anyway. Just hold on, because me and George are gonna give her hell." He whispers to you, earning a lovely smile on your face which he wants permanently etched onto his mind. "Promise me that. I don't want to see Ron get his broom taken away either." You held up your pinky to him.

Ignoring the temperature rising in his face, he hooks his pinky around yours. "I'll do it for your sake so you don't end up in Azkaban for something worse." He jokes so you wouldn't notice how giddy that childish pinky promise got to him.

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Weeks go by and the school was taken over by Umbridge. Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy were giving you a hard time everyday for some reason. One day, you spoke out of turn with Pansy when she started probing you on why you never talk to anyone, earning a hard slap on the face.

Then, came the blood out your nose. No amount of tissues could help you out then. As onlookers go by, Fred was walking around with George when he notices your never ending nose bleed. He ushers George away before you could look up at them, earning a smug look from the other twin.

"What happened? You alright there?" He immediately sits by you, patting your back. "Pansy." You grunted, keeping the tissues over your nose. "That slithering...!" He was about to stand up but you pulled him down.

"Shut up and help me. I know you can fix this, that's why you're here, right?" You glared at him, your innocent and shy facade seemed to be replaced by a true Slytherin at the moment.

"Oh. Right." He quickly pulls out a purple coloured sweet from his pockets and hands it over to you. A few seconds went by and the iron taste in your tongue and blood were finally fading. "Perhaps I didn't take care of myself properly these days to be bleeding this much over a slap..." You muttered, fidgeting the wrapper and tissues in your fingers.

"Maybe you should put down the books for a change. I know our exams are coming up but you could use a little relaxation." He smoothly slides his arm over your shoulder, inching closer to you. "Your product really worked! You must be really clever to be able to pull this off. Is this what your mum gets so worked up about at Grimmauld?" You exclaim, examining the wrapper closely.

Perhaps the praises he was getting from you was making his stomach do flips. He was up close and personal with you now, to tell you something over the noise of the students walking by.

"Well... Okay, I'll let you in on a little secret. I—" He was cut off by a magical force that pulled you and Fred apart. "Remember the rules, children!" Umbridge tuts with her wand out, and walks past you both with her loud heels echoing in the hallway.

That interaction certainly made you both blush a dark hue, even though you weren't about to do anything... Were you? "I'll be seeing you then. Thank you for... This." You stood up to clear the tension, waving the wrapper to show what you meant. "Oh, yeah. Don't worry about it." He plays it off as you walked away.

He sighs and brushes his hair and mentally curses that god awful Umbridge. Why did she have to come by just then?

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Fred and George just played the craziest prank on Umbridge. They disrupted the O.W.Ls with their charmed fireworks- beautiful fireworks. They have always said they wanted to do something outside of their academics, so they wouldn't really care if they were expelled.

Their act of bravery became legend, they were now even conversation expressions. Students were now pulling pranks on Umbridge as well and saying "I'm about to pull a Weasley!" It was really funny. But you never got to see the twins after that because you were still stuck in school with your nose in books, dreadfully waiting for the next holiday break to see them.

The most dreadful day for the Order came. Sirius Black passed away from the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange. And the announcement of Voldemort returning for good was grim. Everyone was dreadful and sad for weeks.

However, the opening of the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes brought smiles upon faces and yours too. You've finally got the chance to meet your favourite Weasley twin.

"Thought I'd never see you come by, L/n." Fred says, puffing out his chest to show off his new outfit. "Fred, this store is amazing! And you're looking dapper." You gasp, looking him up and down.

"Oh, you make me blush." He plays it off. "Can we have a chat? I think George can handle himself for a little bit, no?" You tugged on his sleeve, slowly pulling him towards the entrance. "You mean I can get away from him? Don't mind If I do." He laughs, looking at George for a moment before following you outside.

The outside of the store was depressing. Not many shops were open and the mood was different compared to the inside. Ever since the attacks from the death eaters and Voldemort, everyone's been too scared to be outside.

You hugged Fred tightly the moment you got him out. "I missed you. Why couldn't you wait to get expelled till it was our exams?" You whined, swaying him back and forth.

"If I knew you'd miss me this much, I wouldn't have done it." He pats your back, dropping his head onto yours. "I loved those fireworks you did, it was brilliant! Smart! And your store... I can't believe you're really making it out there." You gush, looking at the store.

"Yeah, well... Me and George just thought people needed a laugh these days." He shrugs it off like as if his insides aren't fluttering right now. Has the weeks that had gone by while he was gone made you even more gorgeous?

"I think you're amazing with what you do, Fred." You lowered your voice. Was it just him, or was the street getting really quiet, too? The proximity between the two of you was getting closer. "I just did what I thought was right." He pretends to not notice the warmth from your body being so close to him.

"I'm sorry but would you mind if we... Kissed?" He quickly says, clearly frustrated by how painful the tension was. "Not at all." You replied, your face just inches from his. And the gap closed.

You were kissing... You and Fred were kissing! You couldn't believe it yourself. You reckon it was the quiet street driving you mad to start kissing this troublemaker. Your left hand were clenching his hair, the other on his cheek. His was on either side of face, like as if you'll run away if he lets go. The kiss was so soft and sweet, he wanted more. But you had to let go when George called out for Fred to come back.

"I'm not done with you, yeah? I know you've graduated, so you can certainly come back here anytime. So.... Come back here, soon?" He looks at your eyes with so much love. "Why are you talking to me like I'm not already dating you?Of course I will." You joked, beaming up at him before slowly letting go of him.

For the rest of the day, Fred was buzzing with excitement and excitedly promoted products to his customers with even more enthusiasm. George thought he's lost his mind.

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[likelysobbing]

come back i miss youuuu

also maybe could you post another kk x reader 😀

𖥻 NAVEL TO KNEE. kk arnold x reader

synopsis: kamorea is yours—everything is just for her.

notes: ‘come back i miss youuuu’ nonnie said. with extra letter u’s. nonnie, speak to me like that, and i am going to fold—flattery will get you everywhere with me i fear. i miss you too… school’s been beating my ass, but i’m almost out (for the summer)! so, trust, i’ll be back soon. buuutt you know i had to write something for MYYYYYYY woman…. come on now. taking a lil break from the grind cuz it’s her birthday… everyone say happy birthday kk. this is ridiculously short and i wrote it in ten minutrs… SO ITZ LOWKEY ASS… but i hope it suffices. i luv yawl… i miss you all bad please talk to me 💔 HAPPY BIRTHDAY KK

cw: RIDICULOUSLY SHORT. MORNING AFTER. Implied intimacy… implied top!reader…. reader is DOWNBAD for kk, and understands the privilege she has being kk’s girlfriend and literally comes in clutch. readers gifts can be things she bought or made by hand— they’re not exactly specified. reader loves kk. sleepy!kk.

kamorea is yours.

yours in a way that feels like a victory, and it is. it’s more than just that: it’s an honor. kamorea ‘kk’ arnold is yours, and when the sunlight hits her skin as she sleeps on your sheets, in nothing but her bra and boxers, you relish in it.

you love the mornings after.

there is nothing you love more than seeing the body you trailed kisses down on; forehead to navel, navel to knee— in utter reverence of her beauty. there is nothing you look forward to more than waking up to a warm bed and light snoring that definitely isn’t yours. nothing you adore more than drawing circles on her back while dealing with the sting of the scratches she left on yours (it’s okay, they’ll heal). nothing you need more than her.

kamorea is yours.

even as you pull open your drawer and pull out the gifts you wrapped weeks ago (your woman deserves the best), and she whines because you’re too far away, accusing you— very sleepily— of ‘hating her and wanting her to die’—she is still yours.

“why are you so far away.” she says it like a statement, not a question, and you rest on your elbows, tilting your head at her with a teasing smile.

“i can… move even further. like this.” you start to move, scooting to the edge of the bed before hearing her tone get snappier: “go ‘head.”

“what?”

“move even further. i’ma get you.”

“you’re going to get me? baby, i’m not even near the edge. you can get me.”

“oh… i knew that.” she muttered sleepily, even when she definitely did not know— she stretches her hand out, and at the feel of your skin on her palm, she visibly relaxes. “see?” you murmur, “you got me.”

she laughs. “i did. last night.”

“you definitely got it last night.” you chuckle, carefully looking to the influx of gifts you’ve been absentmindedly lining across your suddenly filled nightstand. from the little gifts to the gifts as big as to ones so big you had to put them into the (considerably spacious) drawer first, they’re all either on the floor or on your bedside (which is already full), and you blink. maybe you overestimated your side of the rooms (the entire room is yours, but whatever kamorea wants, kamorea gets—and she wants a little more than half of your room) capacity to fit in gifts.

that’s okay.

kamorea deserves the best.

kamorea, who is just now sitting up beside you, jaw dropping so hard it nearly locks—for sure deserves the best. infact, she deserves everything.

you aren’t surprised when she gasps and goes, “baby, for me?!” — and you reply, softly, sweet, achingly gentle because you never raise your voice at her even though she always lights up rooms with her volume: “everything for you, kk.”

—everything for kk, indeed.

to have her gaze on only you when there are so many in the crowd, her cheek against yours when you greet her hello, and her lips pressing kisses to your cheek when you bid her goodbye. for the opportunity to kiss from her forehead to navel, from her navel to her knees, to have her nails down your back when you tell her to lay back, and for the victory and honor that comes with the fact kamorea is yours—it’s all worth everything.

and everything is just for her.

@likelysobbing.

[jirsungs]

she has no idea | no idea drabble

word count: 1k words

pairing: unistudent!donghyuck x f!reader

synopsis: you became a part of donghyuck's life from the moment he noticed you at freshman orientation, even though he didn't become a major influence on yours until junior year. alternatively, the day donghyuck gained a crush on you before you even took notice of him. (set in & a reference from the no idea universe, but can be read as a standalone!)

warnings: very small usage of explicit language, mention of jaehyun as y/n's older cousin & johnny as hyuck's adviser (both who have already graduated in the no idea timeline 💔), kinda secret admirer!donghyuck, this is basically context to donghyuck's crush on you

a/n: it has been months! hello! today, i listened to the "no idea" playlist, which i use for inspiration after months of never touching it, and this somehow sprouted out in my head. hopefully, this'll get me back into the groove of posting on here again, but if not, i hope you shower this drabble with love 🩷 feedback is always appreciated! happy reading <3

SNU's freshman orientation. The school of Donghyuck's dreams. Since middle school, his mother has always determined where he will spend the following four years of his life, pursuing a degree in something he wasn’t fully passionate about. She particularly told him that learning computer science would help him (or more specifically, them) in the long term and that he would be "qualified" for a computer job at their family company, following "his father's footsteps."

Yeah... He wouldn't use the term excitement to describe his current feelings.

Well.

Until he saw you, that is.

"Johnny, who's that?" Donghyuck asks his new friend and senior adviser, who was supposed to show him around, but ended up putting them both in the middle of the campus, where a variety of clubs were showcasing their events.

The said man notices you handing out club fliers once he crouches down a little to follow Donghyuck's gaze. "Oh, her? That's Y/N!"

"She's gorgeous."

Simply said, when Donghyuck saw you, it felt like getting struck by an explosion of flowers and a blow to the heart. It didn't feel like him, and it was overly theatrical and unrealistic. Your hair in a ponytail with a few strands falling to the side swung in the summer breeze, and your basic ensemble of a white tube top and baggy jeans somehow complemented your physique flawlessly. To him, the entire situation seemed to have originated from one of those corny mangas he consumed, but he felt strange for staring at you for so long. Surprisingly, he was the protagonist, who just fell in love with his love interest instantly. 

But before he had an opportunity to think about his pleasant thoughts, he heard an irksome remark next to him. 

"And way out of your league." The voice of Johnny interrupts.

Upon hearing his senior's remarks, he ultimately turns his eyes away from you and glares at the former while shoving his shoulder. "Dickface. Then, how do you know her?"

"Everyone knows her." Johnny gives a casual chirp. "She's the younger cousin of a popular guy in my year, Jaehyun, which probably helped her gain a popularity boost. Not only that, she also took part in a lot of summertime activities."

Donghyuck declares in complete amazement, "Wow." This results in him looking over and admiring you once more.

A smirk emerges on Johnny's face as he replies, "Wanna go say hi, Romero?" to the obviously preoccupied younger man.

Donghyuck's ears pick up the utterly astounding idea almost immediately. What blasphemy. He can't introduce himself to you, especially not now when he's wearing only his clear-rimmed lenses and a matching pair of black sweats.

Man, he ought to have dressed more appropriately for this. He should have at least taken the time this morning to put on his contacts.

He shakes his head rapidly as he looks at Johnny as though he's grown a second head. "Whoa, no. No way. Absolutely not. I mean—" He thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, no, dude, I can't."

However, before he realized it, he and Johnny were walking to the club's stand where you and a few others, he supposed, club members, were distributing fliers.

When you see them, you put on your best customer service smile and hold out your hand to deliver them a flyer. "Hello! Are you guys interested in joining the Poetry Club? My cousin, Jaehyun, is the club president, and they get together on Fridays and Tuesdays."

Since Donghyuck wasn't going to step in first, Johnny did. "Unfortunately, no, but my friend over here—" The next thing Johnny knows, Donghyuck’s gone.

"Oh, I think your friend left, Johnny," you laugh awkwardly.

The freshman's abrupt disappearance makes Johnny tsk. "That little shit."

Donghyuck was lucky that neither you nor Johnny noticed him hiding behind a random tree nearby. The idea of him conversing with you could cause him to faint on the ground because his heart was already racing at the sight of you. If he couldn't survive being in the same vicinity as you, there was no way he'd go through a whole conversation. 

From that moment on, just as he was hiding behind a tree, he made a vow to himself to hide behind your shadow instead. He was aware that you were far out of his league and that you would associate with others who came from a crowd that he didn't fit into. 

He did, in fact, enter one Poetry Club meeting with the sole purpose of seeing you again, only to discover that you were not there. He stayed for the remainder of the meeting; however, as Jaehyun introduced the club, his words entered through one ear and left through the other, as he felt guilty for trying to leave early. It turns out that you weren't committed to the club; you were only helping to spread the word about it. 

Weeks turned into months, and it appears he was correct. You did come from two separate worlds. His favorite days were when he saw you on campus; he progressively imprinted your schedule into memory. Since your boyfriend's and friends' faces were the talk of the town around your school, he labeled them the "popular crowd." It was common to see you out and about with them.

He took notice that you had to arrive dressed up every time, and Donghyuck's opinion of you remained the same even when you weren't. He had never seen anyone more beautiful than you. But then, he’d look at himself and remember that he walks into class sporting his usual outfit: a hoodie and sweatpants. And on the days when he made an effort to seem presentable (in hopes of impressing you), he succeeded in nothing because you never gave him a passing glance.

He took satisfaction in staying home every Friday night while his group of friends shouted over their game of D&D Monopoly, while you busied yourself on the cheerleading team, cheering at school events. He was the person who took comfort in being on the sidelines, and you were the girl who belonged in front of a lively and enthusiastic crowd. 

So, with that in mind, he knew it was better for everyone that he’d stay as a secret admirer, regardless of how much he wanted you.

Perhaps the time will come when he musters the courage to make a move on you, but from where he's standing right now? Not a chance.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a ghost of the past. l Javier Peña. 

💔 a few ways to break your heart 💔

Summary: he broke your heart many times and now he's back

Warnings: angst, obroken heart, reminiscing about Colombia, engagement, some nasty words

A/N: the second season of broken hearts. I'm tired. I don't know how I wrote this. I'll probably regret it when I have to fix it.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

The first time he broke your heart was when you were seventeen. He kissed you while you were sitting in an empty school playground on a summer night. Your first kiss, and it was with him. Happiness filled you to the brim. The pages of your diary were filled with hundreds of words, describing his brown eyes, soft lips, big hands. Javier was your friend and you had been in love with him for a few years. A week later, you saw him with a girl from another class.

The second time he broke your heart was when you were hoping he would go to the prom with you. You looked really beautiful. You still remembered the color of your dress and the smell of the perfume you wore. Javier showed up to the prom with Lorraine. You were still his best friend. The only one he had.

The third time he broke your heart was when he showed up at your house at night. He said he could only trust you, that you were always there for him, that you were the only person who understood him. Your heart was pounding in your chest like crazy when he grabbed your hand. That's when you found out he had decided to propose to Lorraine.

He broke your heart a fourth time when you showed up at the church on his wedding day, despite everything, and he ran away. No. He didn’t run away with you. You were still clutching the flowers you’d brought with you to the church when Javier called and said he was flying to Colombia. “You’re my best friend. Wait for me.”

And you waited, even though your mind told you it was pointless. You finished college, found a job. Several men came along, but none of them stayed for long. How pathetic was it for you to keep thinking about that man?

Javier Peña. 

You were thousands of miles apart and you were sure he could sense you were thinking about him. You kept thinking about him even though you knew you were doomed. In your head, you were happy together. In your head, everything was better than the reality that was before your eyes.

That's when you met Matthew. He was a dentist, had his own clinic downtown. Tall, handsome, with warm eyes and smooth hands. He took you to the movies, on trips out of town, on good dates. He was funny and really listened to you. He never once broke your heart.

When the diamond ring sparkled on your finger, you felt you were doing the right thing. You couldn't live for a ghost, a specter that would never come back, and certainly not to you. Javier Peña was never yours.

And he never really wanted you either. All the memories of him, all the conversations you had, all the hours you spent together, you packed into a box and placed somewhere deep in your heart, ready to move on.

And then fate turned around and decided to play a trick on you. It wasn't fair. But when you opened the door and saw Javier on your porch, you felt like the ground had fallen from under your feet.

"Hi." he said in that same low and deep voice you remembered so well. He slid his glasses down his nose and looked at you, and you drowned in his eyes. "It's good to see you."

"Javier..." you barely heard your own voice.

He came back home. He was living with his father again to help him on the farm, he wanted to see you. He was driving by and saw the car in front of the house. He took a chance.

"I missed you." he said, a little embarrassed that he dared to say it. "I thought about you, every day."

Your heart sank.

"It's been a few years." you finally answered. "A lot has changed..."

"You haven't."

Was it really that easy? Javier stood before you, even more handsome than you remembered, staring at you like he meant what he said. You were that girl again, just wanting him to notice her.

"Pops said you were engaged." he finally said, putting his hands on his hips. "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"Does he treat you well or should I talk to him?"

That smirk. You rolled your eyes, leaning against the door frame. "Matthew's a fantastic guy." you replied. "And yes, he treats me really well."

Javier nodded. "Good, good. You deserve the best."

"Why do you say that?" he looked at you in surprise. You took a deep breath, folding your arms across your chest. "Why did you even show up? All those years of silence from you and now this? Why?"

He shrugged. "I wanted to see you. We're friends, right?"

"Friends." You repeated as if you were pondering the word. "You know, like I said, a lot has changed. I've changed too, Javier."

He watched you closely. Yes, he saw the slight changes in your face and figure, but he still thought you were a beautiful woman. He saw you as the same girl he had left behind in this city when he had fled to Colombia. To him, you were still that.

Only after a moment did he break the silence. "I thought... I guess I thought I could talk to you about what happened while I was gone. Like we used to, you know."

"Right. Because I'm always there for you."

"Of course."

You nodded, feeling tears gather behind your eyelids, a lump growing in your throat. “And who is there for me, Javier?” you asked with difficulty, keeping your voice from shaking. “Who was there for me when things were hard? When I was falling apart? When I needed someone to just listen, hold me, sit with me in silence? Not you, Javier…”

"I wasn't there on vacation." he muttered, trying to defend himself. However, he felt deep in his heart that what he said wasn't fair.

She nodded and quickly wiped away a tear that rolled down your cheek. “And I’m not here to hear your confession right now.”

Gorgeous brown eyes stared at you intensely. Although you were trembling inside, you tried not to show it on the outside. You didn't need a repeat of the past.

"We were teenagers then. I know you had a soft spot for me, but..."

“Go away,” you hissed, anger building inside you. Your fingernails dug painfully into your arms. “Get out of here, Javier, because I can’t vouch for myself.”

The anger was growing in your eyes, he could see it clearly. His friend, the only one he thought about while he was out of the country, was glaring at him. You had every right to be. He had let you down so badly, and now he had reappeared to take advantage of your good heart.

He wanted to say something else, even parted his lips, but the shuffling of wheels in the driveway distracted him. A nice car pulled up, and after a moment a man dressed in a neat shirt and carrying a bouquet of flowers got out.

"Sweetheart." he greeted you, approaching and kissing you on the cheek, and then looking at Javier. "Do we have a guest?"

“Umm, it’s Javier. A friend from school. Came to say hi.” You replied, trying to keep your voice natural.

Matthew reached out and shook Javier’s hand. “Would you like to come for coffee? I’d like to hear what my fiancée was like in high school.”

"Javier has to go back now. He's busy." You replied quickly, and Peña felt that he was no longer welcome in this place.

“Yeah, I just dropped by for a minute.” He mumbled, putting on his glasses. “Engagement, huh?” Matthew looked at you with a smile that didn’t go unnoticed by Javier. “Congratulations. Maybe we’ll meet in town sometime.”

He nodded and took a few quick steps to his car. Your gaze was glued to his back. You were her again, the one he needed, and yet the one who wanted him to suffer. But why were you suffering too...

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Do you still write EW stuff? If so, could you do romantic (dating/married) headcannons of Tord (and/or the Red Leader version?) <33

That's all, have a good day/good afternoon/good night !! 🤍

ROMANTIC TORD HC’S

A/n: This has been rotting in my inbox for so long holy guac. I’ll do Tord since I’m still figuring out how to write for red leader

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- let’s get this out of the way, this man is a horndog.

- constantly messing with you and saying dirty things to you

- though he isn’t very adamant with affection in public

- i mean, with his dad being red leader and all, he’s never really known affection

- might cause him to be stiff when you gently tap him or put a hand on his shoulder, but he relaxes over time <3

- loves your chest. doesn’t even have to be sexual. he loves laying on it, it makes him feel like he can be vulnerable for once

- head on chest, dark room, blanket, and he’s knocked cold out.

- also this man SNORES. Like LOUD.

- if you wake him up tho it’ll stop

- receiving love languages include words of affirmation and quality time

- he doesn’t like being left alone for too long, it freaks him out a bit

- HIS love languages are gift giving and physical touch

- loves kissing your hand

- he makes you little trinkets and doodads that make your life a bit easier

- if you even slightly compliment his accent he will cry tears of joy.

- he was “the quiet kid” in school because if he said anything he’d get clowned on for his accent

- knows that the kids are immature but it still bugs him a bit

- holy shit this man is cold. cuddling in the summer is like heaven on earth

- pet names include “sugar tits”, my sweet, honey, sugarplum, and basically any corny ass name ever made

- has called you his honey bunches of oats

- like the accent one, will genuinely get emotional if you learn norwegian just for him

- you like guns? he’s rubbing his hands together

- sometimes just sits down next to you and lays against you. just let him

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Hey guys. Can you tell I like tord a little bit!!! Also so sorry to this anon, you asked this a while ago but tumblr hates me and didn’t notify me 💔

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OKAY KDJEHDHDNDZHXHX I'M DONE WITH THAT FIC NOW HERE IT IS LOL

it's like 1.5k words (look I'm trying to write longer fics but there's only so much you can write when it's just One Guy Talking okay 💔)

I just made up a fake birthday for kim, I don't think he has a canon one? lmk if I'm wrong. also I am so so sorry for the random references to a le retour fic in my drafts which is probably never going to get finished... maybe one day lmao

April 19, '78

"I made it, Harry," you half-whisper reverently. Talking any louder is hard these days, decades of smoking finally catching up to you— and besides, you know he can hear you anyways.

(He can always hear you.)

"You never said, but I don't think you believed I would. Honestly, I don't blame you. I didn't either. It was a fantasy, a story I could tell myself when I was afraid. When I wanted to imagine that everything could turn out alright. But I made it. Seventy years old in a free Revachol— well, a mostly-free Revachol, in any case. And still on two feet, no less!" You set your cane on the ground and sit down on the grass, feeling a sigh rattle in your chest. "Jean says hello. Don't worry, he'll come back to see you next week, but... It just hit him. That this summer, he'll be the same age as you were. I think he needs a moment." Stretching your arms over your head, a slight groan escapes you, your aged limbs protesting the strain. "They had him and I give a talk at some local high school. Did I tell you that? Oh, you'd laugh and laugh if you met those kids. They had so many questions, and almost all of them were very silly."

Time passes. It tends to do that. A gentle spring breeze rustles the branches of the trees above you, and you inhale, a wave of calm overtaking you. You come here as often as you can, rambling for far too long about any old thing that pops into your head. You like to think he'd appreciate it, and... It's the only place you feel at home these days.

(You wonder if this is what palesickness feels like. A bone-deep ache that you can't quite bring yourself to hate. A fond smile on your lips even as grief and yearning gnaw through your ankles like twin dogs, starving and desperate. A tender feeling in your chest as you return to your memories again and again, the green of his eyes catching the light, his arms around you, the way he said your name.)

(You don't dwell on it.)

"And yes, they did ask about you." Your voice is lilting, smug, because you know he would've asked. "The three of us are something of a legend around here, you know, especially you. Apparently evacuating a whole city, through a section of underground tunneling that no one was even sure still existed is, ah, mildly impressive. Though most of the kids were more interested in seeing if the rumors were true— about the amnesia, and the voices especially. I wanted to be honest, and Jean seemed more than happy to reminisce. But the teachers were shooting us dirty looks for telling their young and impressionable pupils about such fantastical things, so we had to keep it vague."

As you take off your glasses for a moment to wipe away a few stubborn smudges on the lenses, you blink a few times, disoriented at your sudden loss of vision. "Speaking of our reputations, did you know they have a saying these days? Le rêveur, l'aviateur, le commandant. You, me, and Jean's old titles. It basically means 'to envision what must be done, to carry yourself to your goal, and to have the strength to see it through'. I heard someone say it the other day and I turned towards them, as if they were calling my name..." You chuckle, shaking your head. "... I suppose it still shocks me sometimes, how much we accomplished. How much we mattered."

Tilting your head up, you try to make out shapes in the clouds, the way he always used to. It's a fruitless endeavor— your distance vision may be relatively intact, but you never had his imagination. But that's alright. Even if the sky is just a meaningless swirl of colors, it's still beautiful to you. "Anyways, I'm getting off-topic. I meant to tell you, at one point they asked about us. What I was to you. How I knew so much. Why we were always so close." A light puff of amusement escapes you, despite yourself. "I swear Jean was almost purple, the way he held in his laughter. Mister Kitsuragi, my sister says you were secretly brothers, but Jessica's mum told me his eyes were green, and your eyes aren't green. Were you adopted? Kids say the funniest things. If this were a decade ago, if I was still RCM, I would've just lied. Though perhaps not with such an improbable explanation. It's just..."

Your left hand drifts up, out of habit, to the twine around your neck.

But you don't wear the ring on your neck anymore, do you? You wear it on your finger, where it should be. Because you can.

"When Toussaint, the lazy old fool, finally got around to marriage equality back in '71, I personally requested that same week for the judiciary to make it official for us. I doubt they would've bothered for anyone else. It's posthumous, after all... Not useful for much other than sentiment, and a bit of an odd request either way. But, like I said before, our names carry a lot of weight." A wistful smile tugs at your lips. "So, when that child asked me that ridiculous question, up on that stage in front of a crowd of nearly two thousand, I showed them my ring and I called myself your husband for the first time. And no, it doesn't count that we were already saying it to each other," you quip. "It went over well. I wasn't worried, of course. It's '78; two men being in love is hardly a matter of life or death these days. But... It made me miss you. Not in the quiet way I always do, but in a way that hurts like it hasn't hurt in years." You swallow, more embarrassed by the naked longing in your voice than the admission itself. "So I've brought you something. Isn't that funny? Giving you a gift on my birthday. You'll have a lot to make up for when I see you again." The chiding words are undercut by the grin you can't quite hide as you dig through your messenger bag.

When you find what you're looking for— a weathered Mnemotechnique A6, torn in a few places, practically ancient— you place it on the ground in front of him, opening the cover to admire the flower pressed into its first page. "I can't believe I managed to hold on to this old thing. It's from when we first met, in Martinaise. Jean had the idea to press a flower in, so I picked a may bell. I thought you'd like it— you always used to like them, and I suppose they've grown on me, too."

Closing the notebook, you slide it closer to him, warmth blooming in your lungs like the first drag of a cigarette on a cold night. "So, let me promise you something, as if we were young fools in love, rather than the relics of the past we are." You reach out and rest your hand on the headstone, tender, like you're cupping his cheek. "I'll find you again, Harrier. I promise I will return to your side."

Bracing yourself, you attempt to stand up, but a jolt of pain sparking up your unsteady legs forces you grit your teeth and rest your achy bones for a moment.

(You try not to be secretly grateful for the excuse to stay just a bit longer. You fail.)

With a breath of laughter, you add under your breath, "Sooner rather than later, I think. But, it's as they say: après la vie, la mort..."

You lean forward and press your lips against cold, porous rock.

Somehow, for a brief moment, you could almost convince yourself that you were kissing him on the forehead— bidding him farewell, or perhaps goodnight. You like the second option better.

(You hope the morning comes soon.)

"... Après la mort, toi," you say, altering the line. It feels right. There is nothing after the pale, and you can't possibly know what's after death, but you know one thing: you will see him again. Pulling back, you stare for a moment at the words on his grave— you can't read it this close, but you already know exactly what it says, tracing your fingers over the indented lettering.

HARRIER DU BOIS

AGED 61 ('07-'68)

SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN

Finally, you manage to retrieve your cane and bag and get to your feet. After a few steps, you stop, turning back around to add, "I love you, Harry," because you've just realized that you haven't said it yet. You almost want to apologize for forgetting.

It's just that it feels unnecessary. Redundant. Everything you do is loving him. You've sat here with him and rambled for nearly an hour, and you've said so many different words, and yet somehow, at the same time, all of them were the same.

A million different ways to say I love you.

Not for the first time, you find yourself huffing with amusement— Jean is right, you really have become more like him, if your this is where your train of thought is leading you. A disorganized and poetic mess. You nearly open your mouth to voice this observation to him, but... You stop yourself. You don't need to. He heard you.

(He can always hear you.)

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hi i have a request! jordan li x reader where jordan tries to break up with reader to stop readers parents from refusing to pay tuition/disowning them

thanks !!!! <3

oh nonnie, thank you so much for your request! i hope i delivered and that you like it <3 also, the jordan li brainrot is still very real, so i’m always happy to get requests about them! i can’t wait for s2 in sept

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It’s Because I Love You

pairing: jordan li x fem!reader (refrained from gender specific details, but my writings are generally assumed to be fem!reader since i’m female)

summary: jordan and you have been dating openly for almost a year … well, openly to everyone except your parents. when they find out you’re dating a bigender supe, they forbid you from seeing jordan and threaten to take away your tuition. jordan decides to take matters into their own hands.

content warnings: angst, transphobia, toxic parent relationships

word count: about 4.0k

notes: seeing jordan sad or in pain breaks my heart, but i’m also a sucker for angst 💔 please let me know what you guys think of this! feedback is always welcomed and appreciated <3

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Godolkin University was your dream school. Ever since you found out you had powers, you’d dreamed of harnessing those powers for good at God U so you could eventually make it into The Seven. What you didn’t expect was to meet the person of your dreams as well.

You were starting your first year at God U and taking Professor Brink’s crime fighting class. You felt immensely grateful to be accepted despite only being a freshman, and you knew you had to do well to further solidify that you belonged. Which is why, when you end up with a lower than expected grade on one of your early semester assignments, you visit Brink’s office to ask him about.

Only Brink wasn’t there — his TA was. Jordan Li. That’s how you first met Jordan. They were cold and callous at first, giving you offhanded comments about how your work could be better and that you were too young to even be in the class. But as you continued to push and work harder, you proved that you did in fact belong in this class, and Jordan admired your ambition and dedication.

Jordan was slow to warm up to you at first. Even though they admired your work ethic, they’re the kind of person to not let their guard down right away. Plus, you were a freshman and they were a junior. They were in the thick of their college career while you were only getting started. But as you visited Brink’s office more and more (sometimes only as an excuse to see them), they couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for you. You two would hang out as friends, run into each other at parties, and they’d even helped you study for Brink’s tests.

During one of these study sessions, they confessed their feelings to you — which you of course reciprocated — and the two of you began dating. You were absolutely smitten, and so were they. You guys didn’t keep your relationship a secret from anyone…except for your parents.

Which brings you to where you are now. You’ve just finished up your freshman year at God U, and you’re feeling antsy about summer break. Summer break meant seeing Jordan less than usual, and it also meant having to come clean to your parents that you’re in a relationship now. If you wanted to spend time with Jordan over the summer, you couldn’t sneak around your parents, and you didn’t want to.

You’re packing up the last of your belongings in your dorm when you hear a knock at your door. You open it to see your parents standing in front of you, immediately embracing you in a hug before stepping inside. You’re happy to see them, even if you are a bit anxious about telling them how you’re no longer single.

“We’ve missed you, Y/N. You’ll have to catch us up on what’s been happening since spring break,” your mom says with a smile. You’d visited home that week of spring break, and that week felt achingly long without seeing Jordan in person. You were stuck with only texting, not wanting to reveal your relationship to your parents yet.

You weren’t ashamed of Jordan — actually, the opposite. In fact, around campus, almost everyone regarded you as a power couple. But your parents are strict when it comes to school and what goes on in your social life. They believe that school is top priority and that you shouldn’t even be thinking about dating until after you’ve graduated.

You offer your mom a sheepish smile as you continue packing up your last box before heading home.

“Yeah, I’ve missed you guys, too,” you respond, your mind overthinking every single scenario that could play out in result of telling your parents your secret. You haphazardly tape up your last box of belongings, clutching it to your chest as you make your way out of your dorm with your parents.

You’re reaching the exit to the dorm hall when Jordan simultaneously enters, their eyes lighting up when seeing you and saying your name before taking in your parents’ presence. They had come by to say one last goodbye before you left, but now they look like a deer caught in headlights. Your face flushes from anxiety and dread, knowing you can’t avoid this any longer. You go to step beside Jordan, box still clutched to your chest, when you steel yourself to look at your parents.

“Y/N? Who’s this?” your dad asks curiously, his voice a bit guarded as he takes in Jordan. Jordan is currently in their male form, and they go to shake your dad’s hand out of politeness and respect, wanting to make a good first impression.

“Hi, I’m Jordan Li,” they introduce themself, offering your mom a warm smile after shaking your dad’s hand. Your parents offer smiles back, but they both look strained. You feel your heart pounding against your ribs, wanting to be anywhere but here. Just rip off the bandaid, you think to yourself. You clear your throat and stand a bit taller, your shoulder brushing against Jordan’s.

“Um, Mom? Dad? This is Jordan. They’re my partner,” you say a bit timidly. You hate how nervous you are about introducing your partner, the person you love with your whole heart. It doesn’t seem fair to you that you can’t freely express your relationship to your parents without feeling some resistance.

Both of your parents notice the pronoun you used to describe Jordan, and they look at you apprehensively.

“They?” your dad asks, his brow furrowed. You never noticed how harsh the lines on his face are until this very moment. Jordan interjects, wanting to take some of the pressure off of you. This is about their power, after all.

“Yes, Sir. I can shift and change genders, both offering different kinds of powers depending on which form I’m in,” they explain. They’re trying to put on a brave face, but you can tell by the way they fiddle with their rings that they’re nervous. They’re always nervous when telling someone new about how they’re bigender. They seem to relax a bit when they feel your hand slip into theirs, squeezing it gently to comfort them.

Both of your parents seem flabbergasted by this. You feel dread swirl in your stomach, and you can’t help but wonder why Jordan’s power in particular would make them uncomfortable. Your parents had injected you with Compound V as a baby, just like Jordan’s parents did with them. Any power was on the table.

Your parents’ demeanors turn cold and disbelieving, and your dad lunges forward to grab your forearm, pulling you away from Jordan. “Let’s go, Y/N. We want to beat traffic so we can get home at a normal hour,” he says gruffly before turning towards Jordan one last time. “Nice meeting you, but we have to get going now.”

Your dad tugs you out of the dorm hall, your mom trailing closely behind. You whip your head around to look at Jordan, your face etched with dread and worry. Jordan is staring back at you, their face resembling a kicked puppy. Your heart aches in your chest as you try to pry out of your dad’s hand.

Your dad takes your last box from your grip and throws it into the trunk of the car with the others before rushing you into the backseat, slamming the door shut behind you. You sit there, dumbfounded, your heart racing in your chest. Your dad climbs into the driver seat while your mom slides into the passenger seat. Your mom hasn’t said a word, and your dad’s shoulders are as tense as the air feels.

“What— What the hell was that about?” you sputter with a bewildered expression, still dumbfounded by what just happened. Your dad holds up a hand as if to stop you from talking.

“Enough. I forbid you from seeing that boy— person— whatever they are— any longer. Do you understand?” your dad announces sternly, his knuckles turning white from how tight he grips the steering wheel. Your mom shifts uncomfortably in her seat but doesn’t make an effort to disagree with him.

“Is this because of school and my grades? Because I’m doing great! I made Dean’s list both semesters. Jordan even helped me study for the crime fighting class since they’re the professor’s TA,” you try to explain, your phone vibrating in your pocket. You hold off from looking at it for now, wanting to appease your parents so you can continue seeing Jordan.

“I don’t care. You know school comes first, and the fact that you’re dating someone who doesn’t know which gender they want to be tells me you’re slipping. This is ludicrous. No more seeing this person, Y/N, I mean it,” your dad responds gruffly. His tone holds such disdain that you’d never heard in him before. You knew revealing that you’re dating now would be a sore spot, but you weren’t quite expecting this.

You guffaw at him through the rearview mirror, but you can’t bring yourself to argue any further when you see the fury in his eyes. You sink into your seat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Your phone vibrates again, and you finally take it out of your pocket to check it.

Messages from Jord <3:

Is everything okay? Did I say something wrong with your parents?

They don’t like me, do they? They’re freaked out that I’m bigender.

You feel your heart drop to your feet as you wipe a stray tear away from your eyes. God, this is so fucked up. Why couldn’t your parents just let you be happy? Your thumbs fly across your screen as you reply back, wanting nothing more than to be with Jordan instead of in this stupid car.

You didn’t say anything wrong, Jord. You were so polite and respectful. I’m so sorry they acted like that. I knew they’d be apprehensive about me dating, but I didn’t know they’d go to this extreme.

Your teeth worry your bottom lip as you press send, awaiting a response. When you don’t hear back from them right away, you don’t let yourself panic. They’re probably just needing some time to debrief and clear their head after this experience. But when you make it back home a few hours later with still no response, you start to worry.

Jord? Are you okay? Please respond when you get this, I want to know you’re alright.

You hadn’t spoken to your parents the rest of that car ride home. The tension in the air was palpable and thick, practically suffocating. As soon as you made it home, you rushed to bring all of your stuff inside to your bedroom, wanting to isolate yourself and avoid your parents as quickly as possible. Now you’re sitting on your bed, shaking your leg anxiously as you await a reply from Jordan.

Instead of texting you back, they call you. You breathe a sigh of relief before accepting the call, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Oh, my God, Jord, are you okay? I was so worried,” you murmur when you answer the phone. Your voice is shaking from the adrenaline of everything that’s happened today. You hear Jordan breathe through the other line.

“I’m fine. I just needed some time to think. Are you okay? Your dad pulled you away so quickly,” they respond, their voice sounding conflicted and raw. You wonder if they’d been crying.

“Not really. My parents — or rather, my dad — forbid me from seeing you anymore,” you explain, your voice starting to crack as you replay the conversation in your mind.

“I don’t get them, Jord, I just don’t. My grades are fine, so why can’t they just want me to be happy? They’re out of their minds if they think they can stop me from being with you.” You hear shuffling through the receiver before Jordan speaks again.

“They— They forbid you from seeing me?” they ask, their voice sounding choked up. Your heart aches as you imagine their brown, baby cow eyes looking so sad.

“Listen, baby, it doesn’t matter, okay? I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions,” you try to reassure them, your voice soft and comforting. They clear their throat before speaking again.

“So we have to go back to sneaking around them,” they state rather than ask, their voice sounding defeated. You run a hand through your hair as you sigh, wanting nothing more than to be physically next to them instead of being separated by a phone.

“I guess so,” you murmur. Your lips twist as you fidget with the hem of your shirt.

“But we can make this work, okay? I’m not losing you,” you state, trying your hardest to keep your voice from wavering.

“Yeah. Okay. I don’t want to lose you either,” they respond after a moment. You can tell they’re feeling insecure and conflicted about all of this, and it makes your heart clench. You both eventually say goodbye to each other and hang up. A dull headache is starting to form in the middle of your eyebrows from how much you want to cry.

We’ll make it through this. It’ll be okay, you think to yourself as you drift to sleep that night.

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It’s been a few weeks since that car ride home with your parents. You’ve spent the beginning of the summer walking on eggshells around your parents — especially your dad — so as to not get into any more arguments. Dinners as a family were tense. Your dad’s face was still set in those hard lines, and your mom looks between the both of you to see which will break the quiet first.

Your mom has been kinder than your dad about everything, but still not as supportive as you’d hoped she’d be.

“Think about your grades, sweetheart. You don’t need any kinds of distractions,” she’d said. It’s like she’s trying to be Switzerland in all of this, to appease both you and your dad. It’s not working.

Text conversations with Jordan haven’t been enough to hold you over from seeing them in person. You’d made plans one night shortly after everything happened to secretly meet each other at a park close to the both of you, and you both could barely keep your hands off of each other when first seeing each other.

“Y/N, I hate that we have to sneak around your parents,” Jordan had said that night, their face crumbling as their voice sounded defeated again. They’re feeling insecure, and they know part of the reason your parents forbid you from seeing them is because they’re bigender. They’d said this in their female form, and you ran your fingers soothingly through their short hair.

“I know. Me too. I wish they were supportive of us. But their opinions don’t matter, okay? I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured softly, your voice gentle as you bring them into a hug.

You got home late that night, and your mom was still awake, sitting in the kitchen. You’d told her you were hanging out with your best friend, but she looked at you suspiciously, like she didn’t believe you. Still, she didn’t say anything as you headed up to bed.

Tonight, your parents are going out of town for their anniversary, leaving you home alone for the weekend. You’d let Jordan know, inviting them over to stay with you while they were gone. What your parents don’t know won’t hurt them. Your mom and dad pack up the car with their bags and head off onto the road after telling you goodbye.

Things with your dad have started to calm down, relieving some of the tension that’d been hanging around the house for weeks. You made sure you knew when your parents would be back so Jordan could leave before then, not wanting them to catch you guys.

Jordan arrives, overnight bag in hand, and immediately pulls you into a hug, lifting your feet off the ground and spinning you briefly. You giggle softly in their ear, feeling ecstatic that they’re with you.

“God, I’ve missed you so much,” they mumble into your neck, pressing a kiss to your soft skin. You shiver and feel butterflies swarm your tummy — lovesick. Nothing that feels this right could ever be wrong.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you murmur back. You pull away to look at them, a big smile on your face.

“Let’s drop your stuff off in my room, then we can settle in for the night and have a movie marathon,” your tone is jovial but suggestive, and Jordan’s eyes twinkle with amusement.

“I can get into that,” they smirk, walking with you to your room. They plop their bag down on your bed as you linger behind them in the doorway.

You both can’t help yourselves in this moment, the tension in the air thick, because you’re suddenly moving them to sit on your bed as you straddle their hips, pulling them into a deep kiss. Their strong arms loop around your waist, fingers fisting the fabric of your shirt as if to keep you close.

Your hands tangle through their inky locks, tugging softly at the roots and causing them to gasp into your mouth. You smirk, the kiss growing deeper.

“What the hell is going on here?” you suddenly hear your dad shout, his voice booming. You jump and scurry off of Jordan’s lap, your lips pink and swollen as you’re slightly out of breath. Jordan’s cheeks are red, looking mortified and guilty.

“Dad! I thought you guys were away for the weekend?” you ask, voice high pitched from shock. Your mom lingers behind your dad in the hallway, her eyes showing disappointment. You feel sick.

“Our plans were cancelled. Don’t try and change the subject. What did I tell you, Y/N? I forbid you from seeing—,” your dad pauses, jerking his hand in Jordan’s direction, “and you purposely go against me?” Your dad’s voice is loud. Scary. Practically shaking with fury and rage. Tears burn your eyes as you blink them back, not wanting to cry in front of everyone.

“I love them, Dad. I’m an adult. You can’t stop me from being with who I want.” Your heart is pounding against your chest, and you swear everyone can hear it. Your jaw clenches, moving to stand in front of Jordan so they don’t have to look at your dad’s stony face.

“Oh, you’re an adult, huh? Then good luck paying the rest of your way through college. Godolkin University isn’t cheap, Y/N, and I refuse to pay your way through if you’re going to continue seeing… them,” your dad threatens. He’s so full of disdain, his heart probably black and unfeeling.

It wasn’t the money part that made you despise your dad in this moment. It was how disrespectful they talked about Jordan, especially when they’re sitting right behind you, hearing everything. You look over to your mom, and her eyes are glassy. But she doesn’t interfere or stand up for you and Jordan. Coward.

You grab Jordan’s hand and their overnight bag, pulling them out of your room. Past your dad, past your mom, past everything in this house that’s linked to your parents. The door slams shut behind you as you both stand in your driveway. Silent tears managed to slip down your cheeks. You’re furious.

“Jordan, baby, I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry. If I had known they’d come back—,” Jordan interrupts you, softly putting their hand on your arm.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know,” they murmur. They have a far away look in their eyes, one you didn’t like. Jaw clenching, you narrow your eyes at them, studying them.

“What?” you ask, voice strained from distress. You cup their jaw, wanting them to look at you.

“Baby, what?” you ask again.

Jordan looks down at you, their eyes solemn and heartbroken. No. Their jaw clenches before they finally have the courage to speak, the next words out of their mouth feeling like a punch to the gut.

“I think we should break up,” they whisper, eyes glancing away from you again as if it physically hurts to look at you.

Your lips part, your heart cracking in your ribs. You immediately shake your head and cup their jaw a little tighter, trying to get them to look at you once more.

“No. No, Jord, please don’t do this. I love you,” you plead, your voice small and thick with tears. They pull away from you, their own face twisting in pain.

“I can’t be what comes between you and your parents. I can’t let them take away your tuition. You deserve to be at God U more than anyone I know. I won’t let them take that away from you just because of me,” they say. They sound determined, but heartbroken. You know they must be feeling insecure and conflicted while you feel like the entire world has been pulled out from underneath you.

Your hands fall to your sides, dumbfounded by their words. You should feel pride at their praise, at how they think you deserve to be at God U more than anyone, but you only feel how horribly your chest hurts. Shaking your head, you step towards them again. You look like a kicked puppy, doe eyed and in agony.

“Please don’t do this, baby, I can figure something else out! I can work my way through school; I don’t care. As long as I’m with you,” you plead. Their face crumbles as they hear your words, taking another step back.

“This is for your own good, Y/N. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but I can’t get in the way of your dreams.” They run their hand through their hair with a bated breath, looking as absolutely ruined as you feel on the inside.

“I love you. And it’s because I love you that I have to walk away.”

Your chin trembles as you watch them head to their car, throwing their bag into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel. The door slams as the engine roars to life. They glance at you one last time through the rearview mirror before pulling out of your driveway, taking a part of you with them.

You feel numb as you walk back into the house. It’s the type of heartbreak where tears won’t form, no matter how much you feel like you need to cry. Your mom is in the kitchen, her eyes wide and concerned as she takes in your expression. She looks guilty, like she regrets letting everything happen. She walks to hug you, but you brush her off.

Your dad had already retreated to his room, the door closed shut. Good. You couldn’t bring yourself to face him right now. You enter your room — the same room you’d just been so happy to be in with Jordan — and collapse onto your bed. Their cologne had already made home in the air, leaving your senses haunted by their memory.

Jordan’s gone. They cut ties with you in hopes of making you happy, of following your dreams at God U. But how can you be happy at God U if they’re not by your side anymore? How are you going to face them in the halls?

You isolate yourself in your room, shielding yourself from the outside world. Jordan is no longer yours. All that’s left of them is the photographs you share, the gifts they’d gotten you, and their scent lingering in the air. They’re a haunting presence in your life now, only existing to remind you of what could have been.

[markkiatocafe]

april showers bring may flowers

a short story with renjun of nct dream

❀ warnings: pretty much nothing…. mentions of reader’s april’s being bad, so a teeny bit angsty ig? other than that pure fluff!

❀ synop: artsy nerd renjun helps you on art history… though, how much he’s helping you might not be considered just “friendly.”

❀ pairing: gn!reader x artsy!renjun

❀ w.c: 556 words

❀ note: i’m seriously scared that this will sound like it was written by like a 5 year old since i’ve never written like this before 💔 pls be kind if you have criticism !! any kind of interaction is always appreciated ofc tho :3 p.s. this was inspired by this yt short abt spring slime releases from a slime company i like 😭😓

april was always a horrible month for you. exams and tests in highschool and middle school never wavered when you got to college. to be honest, you weren’t a bad student, A’s & B’s were common on your report card in elementary and middle school, and finished highschool with a 3.4 gpa. though, when you got to college, deciding to take art history as a minor and psychology as your major, you quickly realized you might’ve bit off more than you could chew. recently, your grades in art history have been.. hindering, to say the least. 

that’s why you’re here now, sitting on a chair on an outside table at a cafe across from the prettiest boy you’ve ever met. no exaggeration, your classmate and new friend who was extremely skilled in art history, had caught you breathless. unintentionally, too. you could recall the day vividly, when he sat down next to you and noticed you were struggling by the way your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes squinted at the work in front of you, when he realized it was his favorite subject ever, and when he offered to be your “unofficial tutor,” as he put it.

renjun was breathtaking, to put it lightly. to the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled, the slope of his nose, and so much more. it wasn’t just physical admiration, either. renjun had a heart of gold. he had quite the creative mind, too. hence why he was helping you with art history right now.

“ugh,” you groaned, rolling your eyes and placing your elbow on the table, your chin in your palm. “why did i ever think art history would be a good idea…”

renjun let out a scoff, though the corner of his lips upturned in a way that heavily contradicted any anger his scoff implied. “it’s only hard because you’re making it hard. the more you groan and moan, the longer this’ll take.” 

his reply made you roll your eyes, yet you couldn’t help but smile. “you’re lucky i like you,” you stated casually, sitting up from your position on the table and taking a sip from your latte.

his smiled wavered ever so slightly, in a way you couldn’t not point out. “you okay?” you asked, raising your eyebrow as you set down your drink.

he nodded half-heartedly, sighing and looking down at the scattered notes on the table he had made for you, each one intricately written with even some doodle-explanation of events or ideas. “yeah, i just… i like you, too.”

you tilted your head, letting out a laugh, a bit of confusion in your voice. “uh… thanks, i guess?”

he shook his head, looking up, his eyes meeting yours. “like… more than in a friendly way, i think.”

you blinked, your words caught in your throat.

“…huh?”

“yeah, i mean, look at all of these..” he stated, his voice trailing off as his eyes flickered over the notes. your eyes followed his, your cheeks heating up as you mentally processed how much work and love he put into these just for you. you looked at him, his eyes finally meeting yours again. “i like you too, renjun. in a… more than friends kinda way.”

as much as april can suck, sometimes spring suffering is worth it for the summer sun to shine.

[sanesaviour]

PLEASE SANESAVIOUR, FEED US MORE ULTIMATES HEADCANONS AND OUR LIVES ARE YOURS

On another note, do you have anything for BlackCat, headcanons with the ultimates(specifically Peter), or character design??

I have so many of them but rn school stuff is killing me so I don’t have much time for writing ;-; but during summer I will spill it all I promise

Also another thing I wanna do when I have more time is make designs of other marvel characters if they were in usm so thanks for the tip! (besides black cat I wanna also do design for Jessica Jones and also MAYBE daredevil but I still haven’t decided if he would be teenager or adult in my version lol)

so the headcanons -

I think with Peter they would have that flirtatious tension between them, she would tease him all the time… I think she is that girlboss gaslight gatekeep kind of girl and since Peter is at first kinda naive she would definitely manipulate him at some point, others would tell him she is using him for her own benefit but he just won’t listen to them,… she would be his femme fatale, he would feel that things won’t end up well for him if he if he stays close to her, but he just won’t be able to resist her… as much as I love MJ I think Peter’s first SERIOUS crush would be black cat (and also first heartbreak and maybe fist hookup?), but after realizing that that she is actually kinda manipulative, he would distance himself from her for a while and during that time she would actually start to respect and value him as person… they would crush on each other but just not at the same time💔 (right person wrong time I guess)

Sam would be jealous of the fact that nerd like Peter always manage to befriend most beautiful women, he would have ridiculous crush on her even tho they would never spend their free time together, yeah- he would like her for her looks and her teasing personality… she would mess with his selfesteem by calling him star boy or kid even tho she would be only like year or two older than him

Ava would hate her, her personality, her manners, nearly everything about her (I don’t like putting beautiful woman against each other but this actually makes sense)- I mean Peter befriending other cat??? She wouldn’t approve that… I think Peter is actually Ava’s best friend and she wouldn’t be happy about seeing how Felicia plays with his feeling… also she kinda would be jealous of how much time they would spend together (also I think Peter would be kinda obsessed with her so he would often shut his team out for spending more time with her)

Luke would not trust her at first, but he would ease up eventually but still he’d keep eye on Peter when she is around though… also he would try to calm the situation down, for Peter ofc since they are bros

Danny would be first one besides Peter to trust her, he would try to calm down Ava with “don’t judge book by it’s cover” and Sam would ruin it with “what if I love the cover”… I think she and Danny would be pretty chill

Overall she would be kinda shady person with interesting past,… she might’ve worked with some of the shows villains and would probably have a past history with criminal networks

Also ty for asking this, this was good question, I have now new lore for Peter lol

[merakiui]

Riddle getting a summer romance warms my heart ❤️ I love Riddle so much and just want to see him happy and getting all the love he deserves ❤️

I could see Riddle and his summer love meeting again years later and falling in love all over again 💕 or all the steamy stuff they do behind closed doors to rebel against their parents, them running away together ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Or combine this with the Riddle pregnancy story and make it real heart wrenching when Riddle finds out a year later that he has a baby out there that his mother his keeping from him 💔

Oh the possibilities!! Thank you for providing brain fuel!!

- Riddle lover anon

Riddle being happy and in love is my favorite thing (giving him consistent Ls is also fun,, but right now it's only wholesome Riddle love!!! (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) no sadness for the beloved!!) There are so many possibilities!!!! Imagining him meeting you again after so much time apart omg,,,,,

Steamy summer romance in which you and Riddle fall for one another so fast and suddenly. Immediate attraction! How did you go from chatting about academics and school to waking up side by side in bed????? orz this is probably Riddle's first ever intimate relationship and he's just so inexperienced, but what he lacks in experience he makes up for in determination and passion and an overwhelming amount of loyalty. He has to learn to loosen up and allow himself to have fun with you, and he's constantly pushing away all of the looming expectations and the harsh voice of reason that is his mother, who would most certainly disapprove of such a flimsy relationship. But to Riddle this is everything.

He talks about you to Cater because Cater is so well-versed in the art of people, the social butterfly that he is. And Cater can just feel the love oozing from Riddle's texts as he goes on and on about you without even realizing just how in love that sounds. He's got it bad.

I love everything about Riddle in a summer situationship!!! Going on outings together that feel so much like dates because Riddle was raised very traditionally and so he over-dresses for every meeting with you, and he's always insisting on doing very romantic and sweet gestures for you even though this is just friendly stuff. "It's what a gentleman ought to do," he'll say with a flushed face and a huff. He's so in love,,,, so down bad..... you pull him into a sex shop so he can pick out something for the next time the two of you fuck and you see a completely new side to Riddle as he deliberates over riding crops and handcuffs and blindfolds and ball gags.

Omg and the way it only builds as the months fly by... summer is such a fleeting season. Soon, you and Riddle will go your separate ways for school and those sweet, sun-kissed days will be behind you.

Or maybe they won't if Riddle decides to confess and make your shaky relationship more stable, finally overcoming all of his worries, fears, and doubts. <3

[ilikemicrowaves]

I'm normal about Carnelian (I say as I read her wiki for the 7262763 time)

Anyways, I here's all my hcs off the top of my head that I have. I'll probably add more or make another post with. But any ways, there's A LOT so under the cut

• She calls Turtle, Tortise and Kinkajou monkey because she forgets their names or wants to be a brat

• Her and Winter talk shit 24/7, 365. Mostly about Qibli and some of the gold winglet.

• hates the other skywings except Flame she fw Flame and thinks hus scar is badass (he doesn't believe her, womp womp)

• The only dragon she doesn't name call is Winter, Moon, and Umber. Qibli gets called sand muncher or Kibble.

• after a while she call Moon moron out if affection.

• Hated Scarlet not just because she was awful but tried to execute her for being friends with Peril at one point

• Hunting (or rather killing) is her unhealthy coping mechanism

• Truly dislikes Kinkajou and can't stand her

• likes Bigtail

• HATES Webs. She would have killed Webs during the invasion if she knew

• Prefers the dark

• Really idolized Tsunami and thinks she's pretty cool

• keeps trying to convince Tsunami to add a combat class and mentions it frequently

• rain makes her mad

• allergic to pollen. Blud is not smelling the flowers during spring

• Trying to convince Clay to let her and Flame wear matching Spike collars (he's scared she's gonna use it to kill someone)

• temper issues

• bad memory from ptsd effects

• orphan (parents died lmao)

• Is scared of Onyx (wtf is there an adult here???)

• wants ppl to think she listens to heavy metal but really she likes depressing hypepop and speed core stuff

• speech problems, struggles pronouncing L and S. (S sound like "sh" and L sounds like "y"

• Steals a lot of ppls food when she's to lazy to kill smth (usually from Qibli or one of the skywings)

• hates being looked at

• always squinting her eyes and RBF

• hates her name

• gave herself a nickname that nobody uses (Carnage)

• would wear a lot of baggy clothes and denim (her and Flame are pretty similar when comes to clothes)

• Pretty selfish but she's learning to be slightly nicer (it's not progressing well)

• reluctant to tell people about her nonexistent parents

• what would beak her? An explosion (😀)

• human!Carnelian would have a perm that almost hangs over her eyes and lots of face piercings

• has a husky and hoarse voice.

• HATES the noise of ppl tapping their claws (she does not understand adhd dragons 💔)

• Even though she was in the camp that believed Scarlet was deceased, I think she more of hoped than believed

• She misses her battalion a lot (they miss her skill, but not her.)

• out of her 14 battles, one was the invasion to the summer palace. She killed atleast 20 seawings

• She has a few broken teeth

• Her breath smells like ass (doesn't like brushing her teeth because her broken teeth hurt.)

• Her favorite color is actually maroon

• I based her design slightly off of a Harris hawk

• her and Flame have matching copper bracelets they made in art class.

• has Moonwatcher help her with the homework and reads to her

• Wishes Peril would talk to her (Very self-conscious about it and thinks Peril hates her)

• says dipshit a lot

• She thinks she's badass (she's not in most aspects)

• She looks a few years older than she is because of her squinted eyes and muscular build

• Mad JMA wouldn't let her bring in her spear

• skips music class almost every day

• Would refuse to go to any school dances unless Flame or Moonwatcher would ask her to go. (Most the time it's Moonwatcher, Flame hates the dances too.)

• hates all of the seawings but Turtle (DONT TELL ANYONE!!)

• wants to knock out Pike but restrains herself for Flame. (She's a little jealous of there frenemy-ship)

• Umber/turtle/Carnelian trio!!!!

[fishsticksloser]

hello!! I'm starving for more x male readers 💔💔 I was wondering if I could request leo X male reader? basically the reader is overwhelmed with school. He's usually ambitious with his grades but lately he's been feeling burnout. So leo offers him some cuddles and fluff to relieve the readers stress and i think it would be very cute <33 especially if the reader is touch starved!!

I've Got You

Leo x male!reader

Warnings: stressed reader, comfort, fluff, kisses, post movie

A/N: Could technically be gn!reader. My break starts in 2 days and I'm stressing about completing all the requests I have before then... I'm also gonna lose my mind if someone tells me to rest...

Leo sits in his bed, casually reading a comic when you come in. He looks up, smiling when he sees you come in. His smile falters seeing your tired expression. He sets his comic aside, patting the space next to him. "What's up?" He asks softly as you drop your backpack next to the door.

"College... Work... I've done like nothing else for months." You pout, turning your head to look at him. "I'm so tired..." You walk farther into the room, plopping onto the bed next to him.

Leo glanced over at you, concern etched on his face. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, and it reminded him of the countless sleepless nights he had from his nightmares following the invasion. He sighed heavily, his voice tinged with a mix of empathy and weariness. "I get it, babe. Life can be a real drain sometimes. But you gotta keep pushing through. You're stronger than you think."

He reached over and ruffled your hair gently, a small gesture of affection. "You've been working hard, and I'm proud of you. But remember to take care of yourself too." Leo leaned back against the headboard and pillows. He turned his head to face you fully, his eyes searching yours. "So, tell me, what's been keeping you up at night? College stress? Work deadlines? Or is it something else?"

"Everything... I've been working so hard and I feel like I have nothing to show for it." You sigh, laying your head on his shoulder. "I wish I had a break."

Leo let out a sympathetic sigh, his arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulders in a comforting gesture. The weight of responsibility can be crushing, and he knew firsthand how it could wear down even the strongest of individuals. "I know, amour," Leo murmured softly, his voice filled with understanding. "Sometimes it feels like you're running on empty, like all your efforts aren't making a damn difference. But trust me, it's not about the immediate results. It's about the journey, the growth along the way."

He gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, his voice filled with a mixture of reassurance and wisdom. "You're doin' great, even if it doesn't feel like it right now. Take a moment to breathe, to rest, and to remind yourself why you're doing all this in the first place. And hey, if you need a break, I'm here for you. We could use some quality time together, huh?" A playful grin tugged at the corner of Leo's lips as he nudged you lightly. "Maybe we could even plan a little getaway, just the two of us. Somewhere quiet, away from the chaos. How does that sound?"

"That would be nice..." You hum softly, taking one of his hands and tracing his fingers and palm. Leo's heart skipped a beat as you traced your fingers along his hand. He couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and affection stir within him. The gentle touch and the prospect of spending quality time with you ignited a spark of excitement in his eyes. "Won't be able to that until summer break though..."

"Summer, huh?" Leo mused, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Well, I suppose it'll give us something to look forward to, won't it? We can plan something special, make sure it's a break worth waiting for." He shifted slightly, turning his body to face you more directly, his eyes locked onto yours. "But in the meantime, we can still find ways to unwind and enjoy each other's company, right here, right now. What do ya say? How 'bout a little relaxation to take the edge off?" Leo's hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin tenderly. "I can give you a massage, help you ease those tensions away. Or we can just cuddle up and watch a movie together. Whatever you need. I'm here for you."

"Is all of the above an option?" You ask softly, your tone a bit playful, leaning into his touch. You close your eyes, sighing in relief.

A soft chuckle escaped Leo's lips as he gazed at you, his eyes filled with affection. "Sweetheart, you know me, I'm always up for a challenge. All of the above it is."

He shifted on the bed, making room for you to lie down comfortably. With gentle yet firm hands, he began to knead the tension from your shoulders and neck, his touch expertly skilled from years of medical training and self-care. His fingers worked their magic, applying just the right amount of pressure to ease the knots and knots of stress that had built up within you.

As he continued the massage, Leo's voice carried a soothing tone, his words laced with care. "Just relax, amour. Let go of all the worries and responsibilities for now. This time is for you, to recharge and find some peace."

With each stroke and caress, Leo's touch conveyed not only a desire to alleviate your physical tension but also a deep-rooted affection. He wanted to show you that you were valued, cherished, and deserving of this moment of respite.

Once he felt the knots begin to loosen, Leo moved to lie beside you on the bed, pulling you gently into his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his body providing a sense of security and warmth. With the TV playing in the background, he held you close, content in the simple act of being together.

As his lips brushed against your forehead, Leo whispered softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "You're doing amazing. I know it's tough, but you're stronger than you realize. And I'm right here with you, every step of the way."

"I know... I need to learn to lean on others a bit more... But... I'm glad your here. I dunno what I would do without you." You mumble, your fingers tracing over his facial features, especially the red bananas around his eyes.

Leo's eyes softened as he listened to your words, his heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and affection. He understood the struggle of wanting to be self-reliant, to carry the weight of the world on your own shoulders. But he also knew the importance of leaning on others, of allowing them to support you in times of need.

"I'm glad I'm here too, baby," Leo whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "You don't have to do it all alone. We're a team, and that means we're there for each other, no matter what. So lean on me, I've got your back." His hand caressed your cheek, his thumb gently tracing the outline of your lips. His gaze met yours, filled with an unspoken promise. "I'll be by your side, through the highs and lows, the ups and downs. You can always count on me."

Leo's lips met yours in a tender kiss, a mixture of love and reassurance. In that moment, he hoped to convey just how much you meant to him, how deeply he cared for you. Breaking the kiss, Leo leaned his forehead against yours, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're important to me, sweetheart. Never forget that."

[vhstown]

tender

— pavitr prabhakar x gn!reader

summary: It's the middle of summer, and Spider-Man caused a city-wide power outage; your friend Pavitr tries to make it up to you.

word count: 0.7k

warnings: fluff, mentions of food/drink

a/n: there's not enough pavitr in this world 💔 another 3am notes app to one-shot pipeline, somewhat edited

"Ugh..."

It was probably the hundredth time you groaned that morning. Your uniform was sticking to you, your notebook was less than efficient as a fan and you still had to come into class for the rest of the day. The Mumbattan sun was practically bleeding through the walls, and though you and Pavitr had found a shaded spot outside, it did little to stop the constant wave of sweat that trickled down your back.

"Probably the worst day for the power to go out, right?" Pavitr gave you a crooked smile. His shoulders flexing uncomfortably as he leaned forward, tilting his head to meet your squinting eyes.

"Yeah. Spider-Man really did us a service, huh?" From what you knew, Mumbattan's one and only "hero" with stupidly good hair had managed to disconnect the entire city's power last night. Alchemax was "working hard" to restore it (probably in their own building), but you didn't know how much longer you could survive without the academy's stellar, now out-of-service air conditioning.

"He's not so bad. He's probably suffering from the heat too; think about the suit!" Thinking about the suit only made you sweat more.

You met Pavitr's defense with a frown, shaking your head. "It's his problem. Well, it's everyone's problem now."

Pavitr returned your frown with his own, his eyes narrowed and trailing off in silence. You two talked about Spider-Man often; his hair was pretty compelling, but today he was more of a menace than anything, even if he was boiling under that suit too. Your notebook was practically clinging to your clammy hands, but Pavitr seemed fine for the most part, just one button of his shirt undone. Maybe the heat was the reason why you were looking at his bare collar so much.

Your head fell back as another flash of sweat went through you, and you were ready to let out another groan before Pavitr spoke up.

"You know what? I'll be right back. One sec... a minute — two minutes!" He gave you a wave and half a smile before getting up, the way his hand pushed off of the hot concrete making you cringe. The sun was hurting your eyes, so you gave up on trying to look out for him, sinking into the heat as you waited.

Around the corner, other students of Mubattan Visions were suffering a similar sizzling reality to you, the same complaints and frustrations dampened by the heat. It was an oven inside and a slow-cooker outside; you didn't know which you preferred — probably neither now your best friend was gone.

Thwip! Thwip! You barely registered the sound before you felt a hand on your shoulder, looking behind you only to have something cold put in your hands — a drink.

"Two minutes," he grinned, sitting next to you as he cracked open the lid of his own bottle. 100% Natural... "Tender" Coconut Water?

Your brows furrowed, trying not to crack a smile while taking a sip of the drink. It was cool, easing the breathless feeling you had from the heat as it went down your throat. "How'd you even get this?"

"I uh, had it in my backpack." His casual and slightly unsure look did nothing to convince you.

"Is your backpack a fridge or something?"

"Maybe. Guess I should be an engineer, huh?" It was finally cool enough to laugh, and you hesitated to drink again as the thought of Pavitr's refrigerator backpack cracked you up a bit.

"Yeah. Maybe. Nadeesh's got competition."

"The kid had it coming," he shrugged, rolling his eyes and smiling.

The two of you finally had something to talk about other than the heat. You chatted through the school morning, and it was a little easier to endure the heat even if the power was still out. You had no idea how Pavitr had managed to get cold drinks when almost all of Mumbattan was simmering alive, but you were thankful enough.

Pavitr set the empty bottle down, letting out a contented sigh as he crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against yours. It was a little uncomfortable given the drying sweat pressing into your skin, but you decided it wasn't worth moving away because of a bit of extra warmth.

In fact, though the power would be out for a couple more hours, and Alchemax might've had a broken vending machine, this sort of warmth was something you could get used to; it was almost tender.

Maybe you'd have to get that coconut water more often.

🕸️🔭🪀

thank u for reading ! my boy pavitr is so real 🫶 also nadeesh = ned (silly headcanon for his universe...)

reblogs appreciated <3 catch my atsv masterlist here!

[fawnbong]

"Adopted freshman" - Pine Point

Pine Point + reader (separately)

Platonic

Headcanons

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heyyy so this one won the vote sorry this took forever I really had to lock in can u feel the pain in my dih 💔💔🥀 but all finals and ap tests are donee im so happy wowww

The reader isn't like outwardly specified to be a freshman so they can kinda just be however old you want but idk there's some stuff about them being younger I think

I had a senior "adopt" me freshman year and then disown me halfway through it was fire I recommend it's funny

ALSO I know most people really dgaf but i typed this out almost entirely on my laptop so i dont have like all the dash variations so any hyphens are meant to be em dashes not hyphens i know its a super small deal but it annoys me lmao

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Nil

Nil would probably never willingly "adopt" you, let alone any underclassman. Not only does he think they're annoying, but he has no desire to hold someone's hand while they navigate high school, of all things. He sees you struggling, maybe you got yourself lost in the halls and can't find the bathrooms, and gives you passive-aggressive directions before stomping off. They're the wrong directions, and they probably lead you somewhere dumb like the men's locker rooms.

Or maybe he doesn't give you directions at all. It's more likely he'd say "I don't know" if asked and move on with his day, leaving you to figure it out yourself. Either way, you have to run into each other eventually.

If anything, you probably just wouldn't leave him alone and essentially "adopted" yourself into the friend group. He was skipping whenever you turned up, and you just happened to be heading to the gym bleachers where he coincidentally tended to camp out during boring classes. He ushered you to leave multiple times, but simply ignored your presence in hopes you'd get bored and leave. You did not. You stuck around for another hour before he had to physically shoo you away. I feel like having someone constantly trailing behind them would lead to an actual, physical fight, but since you're younger by at least a little (and he doesn't need another referral), he can grant you the tiniest bit of grace. He does threaten to do to you what he did to Roark Romano's windows last summer, though.

Regardless of his rocky reputation, you still wouldn't let up. He assumed it was because you were insanely desperate and had no friends. He probably bumps into Dimitri and his friends at some point in the day while you're trailing a few convenient feet behind him, and it inevitably gets you roped into their friend group.

No matter how welcoming his friends are— and no matter how close you grow with them— you'll likely always gravitate more towards Nil, even if he pushes you away every single time (both literally and figuratively). You're invited to band rehearsals, camping trips, day trips, and walks around the town after school. And every single time, Nil will groan and complain. The only time he can stand you is if you're going out to get food. It temporarily pacifies that annoyance.

With time, his frustration and annoyance fade. He still thinks you're annoying and oddly clingy, always wanting to follow along whenever he heads out into the woods or off to the convenience store, but it isn't totally terrible having you around. He lets you tag along every time, but doesn't make much conversation. The only thing he seems somewhat open to and agreeable to is fishing together. He'd probably tell you to go away if you asked him to teach you, but would then proceed to narrate his every move and, on the rare occasion, send you home with a fish or two. Maybe you're able to bond over being really weird or something.

School-wise, he isn't really the best. He's a bit of a slacker and only ever puts in the bare minimum to avoid getting called to court for truancy or even expulsion. Truthfully, the school doesn't care that much, either. You can try to come to him for test answers and help with your homework, but he'll likely tell you to "Piss off." He can, however, stand a study date at your house with decent music. He gets sidetracked every now and then and isn't really that much help. After an abnormally long time, you finally get one assignment out of the way with five others sitting off to the side.

He'd almost see you as a younger sibling, in a way. He has no desire for siblings, but you might as well be one. He subtly teaches you about the best places to skip in school, how to pitch a tent if you can't for any reason, fishing basics, how to tell nettle from simple ferns and other flora, etc... A lot of his advice is forest/survival based, since he can only give so much revolving around academics.

Play poker around campfire yeah

He's kind of glad you're actually younger than him- something having to do with not having to stress over you leaving, similar to his situation with Dimitri, I guess (idk how else to put it).

Not crazy about physical affection. At all. He gives you a harsh glare if you even brush shoulders. If you're really in need of a hug or something, the best he can do is an awkward, heavy-handed pat on the back and a "There, there" in his gruff voice to hopefully alleviate the situation. Once you're on friendlier terms, he'll muss up your hair and offer to go do something as a distraction in hopes it makes you feel just a bit better.

Nil, despite being pretty stone-faced and aggravated most of the time, does get slightly emotional during his graduation. Slightly. He jokes that he's so grateful he won't have to put up with you anymore and how relieved he is you won't be pestering him for test answers and help on your homework, but surprisingly, that's exactly what makes him feel so off, in a bad way. He'll wish you luck, saying you'll need it because you're so dumb, and suggests you stick around during summer break, just to hang out.

Dimitri

Dimitri, being a pretty well-rounded, easygoing, and generally pleasant to be around kid, makes an effort to get to know most people he's seated next to in his classes. He's pretty approachable- he's so lax all the time and kind of just looks sleepy/high from afar, and he's not half as intimidating as Nil. Striking up a conversation seems to come easy for him, though it's probably because of all the weed in his system.

You're likely given assigned seats and end up sharing a (longer than average ones ykyk) table. He's quick to introduce himself and ask casual questions about you, making friendly small talk until given further instructions by the teacher. Maybe he hears that you're trying to adjust to the school, finding classes, figuring out what to do, etc... and offers to essentially be your "guide" for a day.

He shows you around after school, helping you pinpoint and get familiar with the locations of each of your classes and the hallways they're in, recommends you join a fun sport and pick up an instrument or two, and says you should stay in touch. Also probably gives you a ride home if you ask.

I think he has a lot of freshmen that he unintentionally "adopted", since he likes to help people whenever possible and makes friends pretty easily.

Has an alarming amount of confidence in you, and is totally assured that you could be valedictorian if you kept it up, as in getting and maintaining decent grades. He even offers to tutor you if you're struggling. Dimitri has the patience of a saint, so he doesn't get too frustrated after you attempt to solve the same problem for the fifth time. Also decent at explaining and grasping difficult material, and can teach it pretty well (and with eloquence).

He's a huge pothead but subtly discourages you from dabbling in drugs. He won't share, especially not if you're much younger than he is. Being a "mom friend", he worries for his friends' health, yours included. He discourages you from getting hooked on energy drinks or pulling all-nighters, and even gives you lighthearted "scoldings" if it gets bad enough.

Does his best to maybe snag you a spot at his job, if it's something you express interest in or struggle with, and is more than happy to train you.

If you're good with the guitar, he encourages you to fill in for his spot when he leaves for university. He's supportive and says he thinks you'd make a good fit, even if you may be a little inexperienced compared to him.

Every now and then, he and his friends wander around the town, looking for neat thrift finds. Sometimes they drive out to the woods to listen to music and mess around until it gets dark. Of course, you're invited to join. It's a little awkward, being probably the youngest in the group (and possibly by a lot), but they really don't care, and are at most a little more mindful of what they say/do/smoke around you.

You're like his 757475252263rd younger sibling. He definitely treats you like one, often delivering playful punches, insults, and giving you decent advice whenever you seek it out. He's pretty caring and mature, so besides being a little annoying and nagging, he occasionally checks up on you to see how you're doing (like genuinely) and asks about what you want to do in the future. Says you should go into engineering so you can be super cool smart engineers together.

He's taller than just about everybody (probably idk), so he's probably taller than you. Your shoulder or head makes frequent armrests and he thinks you give Nil some competition for "shortest in the group". ( i actually hate this sm)

Journey

SK8ERRR BOYYY

hes so cute uggghhhh

I can't think of another first interaction other than him wanting to make friends or just help a new, confused soul out. He looks pretty polite and friendly, despite wearing a face mask, and offers help with navigating the fairly small school, with any homework, and with pinpointing which teachers will give you a hard time throughout the school year.

Gives great advice- don't eat the school food, turn your work in on time, make lots and lots of friends, if you can, join a band, and, if you can't, form one- he's fairly knowledgeable and happy to help.

Has everything extra. Always takes an extra snack if he sees you aren't eating lunch, keeps extra school supplies aside in case you or anyone else is in need, and even goes as far as snagging a couple of feminine hygiene items for any female friends of his (which may or may not include you idk).

If you're that scared or anxious when it comes to branching out and joining a club or sport, he'll offer to join with you (or at least accompany you to the first couple of meetings/practices), even if he isn't crazy about other clubs or many sports.

Journey, being so polite, always invites you to their band rehearsals. He's very assuring, letting you know that his friends are mostly normal and very chill, and that you'd fit right in. He also wants to show off his drums yeah

Sort of a "tradition": after every difficult exam/quiz/final, you go out for non-alcoholic drinks or snack runs at a local cafe/convenience store. And, of course, he offers to pay each time. He doesn't have to, but he says he'd like to. Don't let him.

Journey doesn't encourage you to partake in the same drugs as him just because he's a senior and therefore knows everything. He doesn't. He's still a dumb teen, after all. He probably advises you just stay away from all drugs ever at all, as if he's some kind of walking D.A.R.E PSA, but if you really, really want to try, he'll allow you to. He won't be your supplier after that, though.

Kind of (?) down for just about anything. He doesn't really care about the activity, since he can find fun in everything with his friends (daww). Friendship really is magic to him. Doesn't mind if you want to go shopping, shoplifting, loiter somewhere you shouldn't, go skateboarding, etc etc- he's down for most everything. He also doesn't care much for "being cool" (Kimya Dawson ref), so if you wanna be a public disturbance for whatever reason, he's down.

Similarly, he's a skater boy, so he's, once again, more than happy to teach you what he knows about skateboarding and offers to if you ever show even an ounce of interest. He may not always wear all of his protective gear, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't. So, he has you showing up to the skatepark in a fat helmet, kneepads, elbow pads, and fingerless gloves (just to fit in). You look a little silly, but you're left unscathed, and that's all that matters— to him, at least.

He's actually fairly diligent and does what he needs to do to get good or at least passing grades, so he can most definitely help out with homework and give out answers to upcoming tests. He prefers you learn together so that you actually understand the material, but he understands you may be in a time crunch and just need to get it done fast.

Not the most physically affectionate, but if you initiate a hug, he's not going to refuse. He's good at comforting and reassuring people during hard times, and almost always knows what to say to make the situation feel a little lighter while also still being sincere, which can be difficult for lots.

He's pretty passive and tends to keep to himself, but I imagine he knows when/how to stand up for both himself and you. Surely, he'd rather just talk things out and move on with life, though.

Not too much else to say given how little info I have on him but uhh anyways i heart journey idk

Momo

Momo doesn't really "adopt", per se; she just kind of picks you up and decides you're her friend from then on, and if you need help, she'll be there to offer questionable advice.

She probably didn't even realize you two shared a class or two (or three) until a group project was assigned. It was the only class she didn't share with any of her friends, and you were, unsurprisingly, the only one without a group, left sitting alone at your desk, simply waiting for someone to group up with. So, she took it upon herself to do you a favor and swooped in to snag you as her project partner. She did not carry her weight at all. Kind of just blew it off until last minute and put in the bare minimum effort the night before.

Regardless of how the project itself turned out, at some point, she decides you're practically best friends, so she continues visiting you, simply pulling up a chair to your desk and talking your ear off whenever the teacher will let her. In any other classes you happen to share, she waves you over to abandon your assigned seat and come sit by her and her other friends, where she gives you the loudest introduction possible and describes you as "wimpy" at least once as she aggressively elbows you.

Treats you like a younger sibling (similar to just about everyone else)— as in getting on your ass for the small, silly things and turning a blind eye to the downright illegal ones. She doesn't care much for stealing from big corporations- promotes it, even- and does it right in front of you frequently. However, she does laugh and tease you for singing the wrong lyrics to a song with confidence.

Like Nil, she's not very good or helpful when it comes to schoolwork. She hardly does it, actually, so how would she know how to help? She's happy to try and learn the material with you, but it normally ends in her getting sidetracked and finding something else to distract her. She's more there for "emotional support", as she puts it, and cheers you on from the sidelines as you study (or attempt to).

She can, however, sneak into your teacher's classroom and dig around for the answer key, or maybe do a bunch of snooping online and find them on some sketchy website. She'll even buy them from someone, if she has to. In her mind, not needing to study = less stress = more time to hang out.

Hears you out on every crush you may have, even if they look like the rat from Flushed Away. She'll absolutely point it out, but at least she'll listen first. Also offers mediocre at best relationship advice. Her best advice is to not get into one at all because "they're cringe" and you'll get cooties.

Not too big on physical affection, for it isn't really her main "love language". She does, however, enjoy messing with you, and frequently tousles your hair with playful noogies and aggressive pats. Proper hugs are rare; she normally slings an arm around your shoulder if she thinks you need a half-hug in the moment, or starts fake beating you up out of nowhere. To her, that's the equivalent of a big hug.

She is very talkative and frequently brings Journey and/or her other friends by to gossip a little. Similarly, she doesn't take "mistreatment" of you well, and has likely gotten into countless (verbal) fights and debates over it.

Shows up at YOUR house uninvited and just stands at the door until you notice her and let her in. Either that or she yells for you, bangs on the door multiple times, and does not stop until it opens. Does all that and then runs off when you open the door (like a poor attempt at a ding-dong-ditch)/lets herself in and raids your pantry.

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A/N: there mayyy ?? be a few notes just kinda sprinkled in that i frogot to delete but i just wanna post this lmao next I'll work on the Tre one ya but like genuinely lmk of any spelling errors cuz im not proof reading all that!!!

were going to seattle wowie im so excited cant wait to click my heels in a daiso off topic BUT whatevs i wish more people wrote stuff for hannibal but like anthony hopkins hannibal not the guy with scary cheekbones and thin lips like idc if theyre basically the same character im not watching the nbc show and i just want that old man real bad ok back to writing

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Thank you for the tag @jisunggy! Thank you for thinking of me 💜 I adore this get-to know me type shit, LETS GOOOOOOOO

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WHAT’S THE ORIGIN OF YOUR BLOG TITLE?

Well, couple of things led to it. I have another side blog, one of my first that have actually stuck around, for reblogging MCYT stuff (it was originally just for Technoblade RIP) and I was just going for something cutsey at first. I think Bobble was the first word I thought of, and then I just started pairing b-words with it and eventually got babblingbobblingbrook.

When I made my ARMY blog, I wanted to keep a theme on my sideblogs, and I was a baby ARMY still, so I ended up keeping the "babbling" part and got babyarmybabbles.

I'm sure its self explanatory by now, but I just kept the theme going when I made this blog. I was a baby stay, and I wanted to keep the word "babbling" so. Here we are!

FAVOURITE FANDOMS?

I'm kind of a chronic fandom hopper lmao. SKZ and BTS are probably my most consistent ones rn, and def the ones I'm most active in, but Katekyo Hitman Reborn is one I come back to a lot. And I also ADORE the Persona games, so that's a strong contender. Idk, it depends on when you ask me xD

OTP

I don't think I have one? Like I definitely participate in Shipping, don't get me wrong, but it's very rare that I filter my tags by ship. I'm always looking for certain tropes or vibes, the couple is kind of secondary. I have NOTPs, but OTPs??? Whatever the biggest polycule in that fandom is ig???

FAVOURITE COLOUR?

I'm going to say purple, but I need you to understand that green is my brand. I have accidentally given myself frogs 🐸 as a brand in many irl and online spaces and am, therefore, green. But I think purple is prettiest 💜

FAVOURITE GAME?

Video game: Persona 5

Board Game: Wingspan

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD?

JJAM by Stray Kids. It's playing rn lol xD there's no such thing as silence in my world 💜

WEIRDEST HABIT/TRAIT?

I read dialogue outloud. I don't even mean to, but my best friend has recorded me doing, like, dramatic readings to myself pretty often 😭 I try really hard not to in public, but in private there's no hope

HOBBIES?

Far too many 😂😂😂 idk, I keep up with writing, reading, crochet, and sewing the most but I like to say that if it's a form of art I've tried it at least once. Jewlery making is my most beloved but I don't have a space I can comfortably wield fire in atm 💔

IF YOU WORK, WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?

I'm a telephone operator at a hospital 🥰

IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WISH, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

Streamer, maybe? It seems stressful and I'm terrible at self-management, but we said ideal not realistic, alright? Otherwise, some sort of art instructor? Like the type that does classes at studios and summer camps, not schools.

SOMETHING YOU’RE GOOD AT?

Hmmmmmmm... idk, honestly 😅 This one made my brain hurt. I'm just gonna say singing, maybe? I mean I grew up doing it so I can't be too bad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SOMETHING YOU’RE BAD AT?

Consistency. I wouldn't say I'm a flaky person, but I am forgetful and I don't handle stress well and end up shutting down a lot.

SOMETHING YOU LOVE?

Art. All kinds of art. Performing art, visual art, literary art, I think everything about it is incredible. Art is so cool and I love learning about it.

SOMETHING YOU COULD TALK ABOUT FOR HOURS OFF THE CUFF?

Does SKZ count, can I say SKZ? Otherwise I'll say fandom, or lore for my own stuff. I can also philosophize about the most random shit. I try to cut myself off when I do though, I don't like being pretentious and it's hard to find line. I talk a lot tho, obviously xD

SOMETHING YOU HATE?

Self absorbed people? The kind that think the world revolves around them.

SOMETHING YOU COLLECT?

Well as a kpop fan I collect albums now xD but my oldest collections are TokiDoki figurines :D I specifically collect the Cactus Friends and Moofia figures.

SOMETHING YOU FORGET?

Everything. I have Swiss cheese brain.

WHAT’S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE?

All of them. Love me pls 💔

I think physical touch and acts of service are my biggest tho.

FAVOURITE MOVIE/SHOW?

Rn probably Howl's Moving Castle. But get back to me on that, it changes like once a fortnight.

FAVOURITE FOOD?

Maruchan ramen noodles. It's comforting, okay?

FAVOURITE ANIMALS?

Frogs. Capybara. Sea slugs. Bats. Koalas. Turtles. Idk man, I like creatures 😭😭😭

ARE YOU MUSICAL?

Decently? I like to sing and I'm always listening to something.

WHAT WERE YOU LIKE AS A CHILD?

Pretty samesy, I think? Not that I haven't had any character development, but I don't think anything huge has changed about me. I was a bit sportier back then, maybe, a bit shyer. Maybe a bit freer with the weirdisms.

Oh! I was super bossy when I was itty-bitty xD at least to my sister. I don't remeber, but there's videos

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

Art and Literature 💜

LEAST FAVOURITE SUBJECT?

History. Dates and names are my enemy.

WHAT’S YOUR BEST CHARACTER TRAIT?

I think I'm pretty comforting as a person

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANY DETAIL OF YOUR DAY RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

Please let me sleep more 😭😭😭

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL IN TIME, WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET?

See? This is that history bullshit again.

The folks who rioted at stonewall, maybe? Or Martin Luther King Jr. Wanna learn how to get the courage to start a mission.

FIC RECS?

Some recents:

Seoul Bound by DeluluToo - OCxSKZ, I love this OC please somebody love her with me I would cry.

Haebang by BulletTears: OT8, opposite of a slow burn. Channie gets signed up for a sexual liberation retreat 💜 lots of good conversations about consent, sexuality, and kink. And, ofc, great smut.

To Walk A Flaming Tightrope by Momo_momo - HyunIN, omegaverse, deals with chronic health issues. Very sweet and fun read, very emotional. Some smut toward the end.

Run Through The Middle by Upside of Crazy - OT8 found family PJO au. Just a magical time, please read it you'll have no regrets.

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me by natigail - Minsung sex worker au, a comfort fic for our aces in the chat 💜

Honestly there are so many good fics out there, im leaving out so many 😭😭😭 here, take my Ao3 bookmarks, I can't bear to exclude any 😭😭😭

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