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st3ii · 4 months ago

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𖦹 - Flame and flicker

Pairing - Valzhang (Leo Valdez/Frank Zhang)

Important tags - mild SH, major character death

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‘Frank doesn’t quite remember when he grew so fond of fire. Who knows?’

Just a blurb😿

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Frank doesn’t quite remember when he grew so fond of fire.

He used to despite it. It horrified him. His weakness for the natural element was a big part of his life. It was already bad enough at camp. One time, Hazel burned some fancy plant in her room while he was visiting. He hadn’t expected it and screamed like a girl.

In his defense, she didn’t ask.

It got a whole lot worse on his quest to save Thanatos. (He says ‘his quest’, but truly it was Percy’s. Percy’s the big hero.) He had to watch his childhood home get burnt down. He took his first steps in that house. He remembered every creak of the stairs, and how to avoid them. He remembered his mom making cookies that tasted terrible, and his grandma made him eat the charred baked goods anyways to be polite. Gods. How many pictures of his mother had he lost in that fire? Were there any left? What about—

‘Thinking about it doesn’t help,’ he chided.

Whenever he got nervous, he’d clutch the little bundle in his pocket. And that normally leads to sparks. Somehow. It doesn’t really have logic to it.

The ‘bundle’ he mentioned is a piece of firewood, tightly wrapped in cloth, a little band tied around it to keep it in place. It’s tied to his life.

Something about Juno, and him being declared ‘too powerful’ because of his divine parentage. If it caught aflame and fully charred to dust, he’d die.

So yes, he’s pretty protective over it.

He didn’t feel the need to tell anybody. Nobody would be able to gain that much trust from him. Not even Hazel.

…Not even Hazel.

He was a dumb teenage boy, and a crush didn’t equal life threatening trust. He wouldn’t do that.

Hazel’s sweet. She’s wonderful. Jeez, she’s amazing.

He wasn’t… quite sure about his feelings. All he knew is it didn’t matter. He’d never ever try anything with any crushes he’ll ever have, probably. He’d just humiliate himself.

When did romance come up? Anyways.

After that quest, he was declared a future hero of Olympus and thrown on a ship with six other people.

He was an odd one out. Of course he was.

Percy had Annabeth, Piper had Jason, and Hazel had Leo.

Hazel and Leo are… something. They’ve got something going on, let it be lore, romance, or detailed past stuff. Something about ‘Sammy’. Whatever it is, Frank hated it. Hated Leo. Despised him.

You’ll never believe what’s special about Leo.

He manipulates fire.

So not only is he an asshat that’s clearly stealing Hazel because he’s ten times more attractive, sly, and funny, he’s also the human equivalent to Franks biggest fear.

Leo was rude. Specifically to him.

‘I think I’m worth… say, three or four Franks?’

It ticked him off. He couldn’t have anything. Can’t be the main hero, can’t get the girl, can’t be anything of importance.

That’s not what this is about though.

Despite everything, all the cruel jokes, ‘accidentally’ dropping Leo about a hundred feet, and Leo almost setting him on fire (he almost sobbed, swear to hades), the managed to get along.

They had a whole talk underwater (don’t ask how). It kinda went like…

‘I hate you, why can’t you like anyone but Hazel?’

‘Whattt, nahhh, I’m likeee, wayyyy too cool for Hazel. She’s like, a sisterrrr, ya feel meee?’

‘Oh. Cool. Why do you sound like that.’

‘You’re ginormous.’

‘Oh. Cool.’

Yeah. It cleared up a lot.

And Leo shared his own secret. His own hate for his power. He spoke about how destructive it was, how painful, how it caused more wreckage than relief. He told the story about his mom.

Frank panicked out of guilt, and told him about his mom. And in the process of babbling, it somehow moved on to ‘I have a magic stick that’s like connected to my life and if it burns I’ll literally explode and that’s why I’m terrified of you.’

He hated himself for that. He didn’t trust Leo. He no longer thought he’d be out to kill him, but what if Leo catches aflame and accidentally stumbled into him and all hades breaks loose?

Leo disappeared for about a week.

They found him, obviously, a little raft on the shore of a little city. Frank called it out. Positive it was him. And they did find him.

Leo looked… confused. Off, through his normal spew of jokes. He gave Frank weird looks.

Then, one night, Leo approached him. He shared nothing about what happened that week, simply gifting him a baggy. A little fireproof baggy.

‘It’s fire proof.’ He’d said. ‘For your fancy deadly wood thing?’

Somehow, in Franks years of life, he never thought of a fireproof container. Living on the edge, y’know?

After Franks many, many nervous thank you’s, Leo opened up about what happened that week. He’d fell from the sky onto some goddesses island. Calypso. Leo knew the story of the Odyssey, panicked, and told her he was gay. She got a whole lot less pushy after.

A laugh had been forced out of Frank at that. It was a very Leo tactic.

Leo had brightened a lot. Probably nothing.

Frank sees Leo in the morning a lot.

Annabeth had mumbled something about how Leo wasn’t taking care of himself. How his mood was going down, how he wouldn’t leave the ships controls or engine room for a break. Frank hadn’t noticed. Huh.

He woke up early one morning in pajamas that didn’t fit right to wander through the Argo, ending up on the dock. Leo was stood at the controls, murmuring to himself.

Frank hadn’t meant to jumpscare him. But it was funny.

After a long moment of awkward conversation, Frank cleverly got Leo to hand over the reins by seemingly being so interested in how to drive the ship. Leo looked so proud of himself as he explained. It was a nice sight.

That happened a lot. Seeing him at random. Sometimes Leo even came to him at nights when he couldn’t sleep to rant. It’d disrupt Franks tricky sleeping patterns, but that’s okay.

Then Leo was gone.

He wasn’t sure what to feel. It was confusing.

He remembered being sat at the table with the other six—… other five. He had a hand on Hazels back as she explained through tears.

The look on his face as he told them his plan. It made Frank sick. He was never supposed to smile like that. It was wrong.

The look on the others faces had burned into Franks skin. And they were right to be upset. He let him die. It was his fault.

They had tried to move on from the subject. But Piper and Hazel were still in tears. Everybody was miserable. It made Frank want to crawl in a hole and die.

He tried to help. Said he could drive the ship. That Leo taught him how. Annabeth gave him a weird look (which was understandable, why would that happen?), but thanked him anyways. One problem down.

This was what Frank would’ve wanted way back then, right? What the voices in his head screamed for. Leo in pieces somewhere.

But the thought just made Frank sick.

He found Leo’s lighter at some point, after raiding his room. He assumed it was already dug through, he just wanted to… wanted to check. And check he did.

It was a nice lighter. He assumed Leo made it himself.

He flicked it open and a small red flame appeared. Brilliant.

It burned calmly, like it had all day, lighting up the mostly dark room. Frank could feel its warmth, feel its heat. The possible danger.

Leo would’ve scolded him. Something like ‘you’re gonna kill yourself! Stop touching my stuff!’ Which feels… ironic.

He stared at the flame for a while. He wasn’t sure why. It didn’t fix anything.

He brought his free hand up, holding the fire close to his palm. Not close enough to burn quite yet. It was a nice warmth.

Then he used his thumb and pushed a little closer.

It was just a tingle. Then an ache. Like he could feel his flesh burning, cooking. A dull, throbbing pain, that just seemed to get worse. Reminded him of something.

Annabeth had interrupted him before he could set his hand on fire. That was nice of her.

Hm.

Frank doesn’t quite remember when he grew so fond of fire.

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Again, beginning writer💔 I love them. Sigh. Criticism is appreciated !!

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kookooluvr · 2 months ago

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I just want the world to know that I used my free will today and read the whole tmhtl thing again 🗣️ (yes, the 7 ch in one sitting)

So a quick rundown of the first 5:

1. My heart hurts (again) for my boy 🥺 since day one that man has been a saint and down bad for oc.

2. Again: a saint!! Love him so fucking much!!!

3. I think I found another kink to add to my list: ‘yes ma’am’ 🫨 and did I ever mention that jk is a fucking saint? I’m so mad that his personality is a creation of your mind 😭 he’s like perfect man!!! (Oh, to be a boy written by a woman 😮‍💨🚬)

4. It’s too much 😫 (here I made the BIG mistake to read some of your answered asks and swallowed an spoiler about something related to a kiss with a certain bitch whose name start with H 😡)

5. Man, how you want me to understand how we went from this beautiful chapter to angst 😭

Okay now here are my fresh thoughts on the last 3 ch I didn’t read:

6. No bc the wedding was SO well written 😭… NOT JUNGKOOK CRYING WITH THE SPEECH LOL 🤣…

I know where oc is coming from, I know that being treated and betrayed like that piece of shift seunho or wtv his name is must really hurt her BUT I can’t help but feeling so frustrated with her (don’t hate me pls that means you have written her character so good) like you have such a good person kissing the floor you walk ma’am 😭 I’m just glad she had Jihyo and now Mai to make her realize that…

fucking Hana, I hate you 🫩…

I love the way you describe the intimacy between them, is like so freaking sweet and detailed 😌…

hey, it’s crazy if I tell you I lived an almost identical situation finding that my ex of 4yrs was having a baby with a woman he meet only for a couple months? LOL I only wish I had a jk by my side. And btw some men don’t always pick what’s best but what’s easier for them, just saying😶‍🌫️…….

Nooooo, my heart literally breaks for jk 😭 want to cry for him. (Also, him begging has me on a chokehold)

6.5 he first showed her the box with the ring and THEN drop to one knee? Red flag (not me looking for the smallest mistake to hate on him). He not only was mad about her being an independent girlboss but also for being busy planing THEIR wedding? Give me a fucking break you miserable poor excuse of a man 😡 (if sunghoon has 0 haters is because jihyo, oc mom and I are dead)

Jokes aside I love men LOL I just like to be a little mean towards them from time to time, what’s wrong with that 🫩

7. 3 months of no contact? Shit that’s a lot 😭 NOT THE LETTER AT PLEASE DONT DO THIS TO ME 😭 we already talked bout how romantic was that he was building a playlist, and now this??? 💔 I’m very much going insane with jungkook and Hana, I don’t want to read what’s going to happen… Hana, I just want to Introduce you to a very good friend of mine, his name is Seunghoon 😀… okay now my closing statement is: even if Hana tells oc that they kissed (it wasn’t a kiss per se, their lips just touched… slightly 😄I was there, I saw it) jk has so many good boy points, right? RIGHT? And sadly oc doesn’t have right to be mad about it 🫩

Can I be added to the tag list please? I don’t want to miss anything ever again 🫩 sorry I know this was a lot LOL

i'm not joking when i say this just made my whole MONTH !!! I LOVE YOU 😭😭😭😭 okay let's dissect this because i have so much to say !!!

i love that you did a whole recap on everything that's happened from part 1 to 7 like whattt ??? people really fw tmhtl like that ?? i always love receiving asks and comments no matter how long or short they are but the fact that you took the time to share your detailed thoughts on my writing is the sweetest, kindest thing in the world to me 😫😩😩

i'm so happy you enjoyed the wedding scenes bc i remember you asking for a virtual invitation so i'm glad it lived up to your expectations ☺️☺️☺️☺️ jk was definitely choked up all throughout those speeches, he's just too much of a softie not to cry (once again proving that he was written by a woman bc just about anything can make me cry).

also, i'm so so sorry that you went through the same sort of situation with your ex (men can be such TRASH it actually makes me sick) and i totally get your frustration with oc. i'm the one who wrote her like that and even i get frustrated with her, lol. i guess that's why i wanted jungkook to be firm and not call or text for the three months they spent apart bc i wanted her to really see what she gave up. also, you looking for any reason to hate sunghoon has me dying 😭😭💀 i stand firmly with you, jihyo and oc's mom.

about the hana situation (🙄) jk DEFINITELY has way too many good boy points for that to even matter and i agree 100% that oc has no right to get upset seeing that she was the one who ended things. the kiss (or non-kiss LMAO) was a moment of weakness and my poor baby was just a bit sad and tipsy so it doesn't count 😔😔

lastly, i can't thank you enough for simply enjoying my work !!! it means the world to me that you took the time to write all that so ily 💗💓💓💗💓💗 i'll make sure to add you to the taglist asap and i look forward to our next debrief when part 8 is posted !!!

#answered #fic: tmhtl #kookooluvr

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amourcheol · 2 years ago

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before i reblog, i want to give you ALL the flowers in the world. i just finished reading the monster of a fic called the great war and YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN. there are no words that can amount to how much i adore this fic. i love lengthy word counts done right (god knows how much long fics i got excited over before them being disappointing or boring as a reader) and i, most importantly, love enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, historical aus done right !!

lets get this out of the way first GRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK SNARK GRERR RAHH HOWL BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF GENERAL SEUNGCHEOL VICTOR OF VENICE I NEED ABYSMALLY.

okay. now that i can safely get that out of my system, LOVE LOVE LOVEEE everything about this fic. theres something so sweet abt men being written unrealistically (aka respectful and honorable whattt??? out of this world tbh) im joking ,, but i did absolutely love how you made cheol so strongly standing for his wife. the slow burn that really did the tag justice (it BURNT), the ENEMIES TO LOVERS DONE RIGHT!?! LIKE YESSS !!! they actually did want to kill each other and the yelling and arguing leading up to the first kissing scene CHEFS KISS like that's literally the epitome of writing, like is it really an e2l if there isn't a intensely written argument before the first sign of intimacy!?!?

throughout reading this story, all i could think abt was how could i ever put into the words the justice you served. allowing reader to be a strong character yet so eloquently bringing to light the struggles she would still face from just being a woman, to seungcheol using his power to stand FOR her. an honorary mention of the "Careful." he would reply to the Councillor after the panicking scene from the Florence mention INCREDIBLE!! it gave everything and more!! the character development from both sides, venus and mars foreshadowing, the subtleties that only slow burn could provide. i genuinely wish i could give a way better review than this but unfortunately im still speechless due to how beautiful this story was so just pls take this dreary review and understand that im so so in love and i adore you so much for the amount of work you put out into this, from the visuals and the descriptions, the perfect build up, the amazing writing of e2l and reflections– just EVERYTHING. you created a masterpiece <3

brb literally pulling my hair out till I got scraps left .

IMNSORRY ):£3!3!3 IM GONAN SVREAM SHIT CRY ?:£3!3!3 THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER ):&:!3! 😭😭😭😭😭 First of all UR SO RIGHT … I never find huge fics anywhere and if I do they’re just …: YAWN ‼️‼️ I’m so glad u love those tropes they’re my BIGGEST guilty pleasures 😭 tho I can’t even lie I don’t feel guilty at ALL for historical! Aus

FUCKCJFKDDJD STOP I SVREAMED can u tell that cheol as a military general haunts me at night … I fear I am able to write another 40k for him ..: but ur so right tho my biggest biggest swoon moments come from men dying and sacrificing themselves for their lovers and I just !!! Seungcheol would absolutely die for his wife and this information jumps me in my sleep paralysis FR .. I’m so so happy u agree w me about the hatred I NEED HATRED FOR E2L OR ITS NOT E2L !! and PLS another guilty pleasure is screaming in each others faces before eating each other up … i will not be held accountable …

STOP I COULD CRY ??? thank u for appreciating the little bits of the fic 😭😭💖 that scene was incredibly hard to write and I’m glad people like it so much !! PLEASE DONT WVEN APOLOGISE ??? This is more than I could ever ask for you are truly so kind 😞💖💖 thank you for taking the time to read and send this unbelievably sweet message may or may not be thinking about this for the next 700 business days 😍😍💖

#asks #hobistigma asks #the great war tings #u don’t even need to reblog after sending THIS .#thank u for this truly 😞💖💖#nothing makes me happier than seeing people enjoy my fics #even more so when they felt something while reading my (horny) writings #also thank u again cheol u are the reason i got brainrot this Intense .#user hobistigma permission to kiss u thru the phone …#i Hope ur pillow is warm ur grades are sky high ur skin is clear #💖💖💖💖

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mcufan72 · 1 year ago

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OMG ... a new fic, dear😍💯💖🥰. Daemon as a detective...I already love this imagination.

I love reading crime thrillers like this (I own tons of printed ones 📚) and to get something like this from my favourite writer here (you, my Queen 👑) is just awesome

While eating some vitamins 🍊🍌🍇🤧😷 I read the first chapter of your promising new story and I'm thrilled, excited, hooked and I need more...much more. The way you built up the tension is marvellous and I can't wait to see where all of this goes. What were the reasons to break up? Why wasn't he there when y/n needed him? Obviously, they still love each other. What are the reasons for the serial killer to murder all those women? Mum issues I suppose 🧐

I love the part in which you described how they got to know each other (y/n is so charming, Daemon is just adorable)

He opened his mouth to give a slight retort but he was warm and flushed by the remark, he wasn't used to being flirted this way, not in a genuine way. He wasn't the prettiest guy as he had been told time and again so he was always a bit weird around women, especially women as attractive as you.

🥺🥺😭😭🤍🤍🤍❤️❤️❤️nooo he's beautiful

" He got her"

His skin went pale as he heard that.

"What?"

"Y/n...uh your ex..the girl in the picture which you keep in the drawer...around 5 am ..."

5 AM? WHATTT?? Definitely not me 🤣🤣🤣😴😴😴... but jokes aside...

He needs to find her 🥺😱, quickly! And he kept her picture 🥺🥹

I'm already in love and excited for more 😍. Would you tag me, please? 😊

Love you, Queen 👑 🤍💚🩷

Truth beneath the Lies (Detective! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Au) (Dark )

Chapter 1

Summary: After five years of being together you broke up with Daemon for your own good but the link between you two stayed connected. As the City of Belfast is terrorized by a killer on the loose would your life intertwine with your old flame again or the case would only drift you further away from him?

Warning: 18+ , smut, It's a crime thriller so there would be some squeamish dark stuff, read at your own discretion, mention of rape, assault and murder, Speeding and driving under the influence, Reader has long hair, Daemon's hair is up for imagination

Daemon was tired, he hadn't slept in three days, he was running on caffeine and on top of it his mother kept calling him all day long because she was worried about him. Tired was an understatement. He was exhausted in every possible way.

“Good night sir” his protege Jake said to him before leaving to which he responded with a nod and a grunted sigh. The amount of paperwork on his desk only made him feel worse. He loved his job, he loved being on the field and solving crimes all day long but he hated the administrative work that came with it.

As he slumped down in his chair he cracked his neck side to side to relieve some of the tension he was feeling but it was in vain.

11:59. He looked at the time and sighed again, as the clock hit 12 he was reminded of the day. It was your birthday, he wasn't sure if he wanted to call you today, you had broken his heart on the very same day two years ago.

You had called him on his birthday a few months ago but the last time he had seen you was at Torres’s birthday party, the only mutual friend between you both. It's been six months since he had seen you last and it's been two years since you had crushed his heart beneath your heels and ruined his life but you both had stayed in touch. Perhaps he'd give you a call tomorrow, he didn't want to come across as desperate by calling you right at twelve am.

He went through the files on his desk, his focus set on the case that was demanding all of his attention these days. It was about a serial killer who abducted, raped, and murdered multiple women in a chilling and unique manner. The case had stirred up a media frenzy in Belfast, bringing him the biggest and most challenging case of his career so far. He poured all of his energy and expertise into the case, knowing that a successful resolution would earn him that much needed promotion he had been working towards.

Serial killers were known for their signature patterns and this one followed suit. His targets were women in their early thirties, and he often stalked them in secluded areas before attacking them. But instead of choosing them at random, he took the time to learn their routines and kidnapped them only when the opportunity presented itself. Each crime scene was marked by a signature, he left a lock of their hair behind on the exact spot he had abducted them. Long luscious locks of hair, all of these women had that similarity with each other.

The media gave him the name 'The Barber Killer' which Daemon despised. Doing so only gave them more notoriety and motivation to continue. The killer always made sure their bodies were found, the women were scalped for their hair and stripped of their skin, teeth were also extracted. It was a horrific gruesome sight but this is what he had wanted to do all his life, not witness such inhumanity but put criminals like him behind the bars where they should be..

Seven years ago he was merely a traffic police officer, that's exactly how he had the fortune of meeting you.

Speeding, you were speeding and you were being very reckless. As you were tailed by him and asked to pull over he saw this young woman in her early to mid twenties.

“Do you have any idea how fast you were driving in a low speed zone?”

Daemon leaned down to get a look at you and you gave him a smile

“Yes I'm sorry?”

Sweet voice he thought.

“Can I see your driver's license and MOT mam?” he asked you so you hurriedly went through the glove compartment. As you gave the documents to him you couldn't help but take a moment to get a good look at him. With his striking eyes and full hair, it was easy to see why you found him so attractive. He had a calm but confident demeanor that only added to his charm. You couldn't help but wonder what he was like in person.

“So ummm Officer Daemon does that whole 'flirting with the officer to not get a ticket' thing works on you?” You asked him and he gave you a side smile as he looked you in the eye, you must have read his name on the batch.

“Doesn't work on me..your MOT is expiring in a week”

“I'll get it done i promise..I'm sorry I just really have to be at my sister's wedding or I'll be murdered and they'll probably call you to investigate my case so please can I go?” you mumbled with an urgency in your voice

“Not without a ticket.. besides I'm just a traffic officer, not a detective"

"Well..not yet"

You winked at him in a playful manner and he quickly tore the citation from the ticket book and handed it to you.

“I'd say it was nice to see you but you just cost me hundred pounds so no”

“Well I'm not going to change the law for you mam, speeding is dangerous not just for you but others as well”

“I know..I don't normally do that you know..I'm just really in a rush” you tried to explain yourself and he could tell that you weren't really the type to get caught like this.

“You can go now…drive safely.. and congratulations to your sister” you gave him a smile that took his breath away for a moment. It wasn't like him to be so affected by a woman like this, after the rough childhood and even worse adolescence, he was always focused on wanting to do something in life, dating and finding love wasn't the top of his priorities so this really came as a surprise to him..

“Goodbye officer Daemon”

You weren't the first woman he had busted for speeding but you surely were the only one he followed for a bit to see if you were driving safely or not. That should have been the end of your interaction with him but it wasn't.

Two weeks later he caught another vehicle driving under the influence and you were in the passenger seat this time, your friend Donna was the one driving the car. You had later told him that seeing him again was nerve wracking as you didn't want him to think of you as some reckless idiot but you were also excited to bump into him again.

As soon as Daemon approached her side of the window she batted her eyelashes at him which only annoyed him further.

“Wow look at you .. aren't you handsome officer Daemon?” She giggled as she tried to trick him with flirting and the annoyed look on his face made you smile, however you puckered your lips as he turned his attention to you.

“Id and driver's license mam” he said to her while his eyes were on you so Donna rummaged through her compartment and passed it to him.

“Please don't fine me .. it's her birthday, we just got a little excited” he shook his head in disbelief at the excuse and made her take a breathalyzer test which she obviously failed.

“Can I talk to you, miss?” He asked you so you looked at Donna and she gave you the eyes,

“I tried to seduce him” she mumbled as she leaned into you

“Yeah, how embarrassing for you” .

You opened your door and stepped out of the car, as Daemon saw you in your silver little dress he knew you both were returning from a club or something, not that he'd know anything about that. His social life was non-existent.

“Are you trying to kill yourself?” his brows furrowed in anger as he spoke to you so you leaned your body against the hood of the car.

“I wasn't driving” you answered shamelessly.

“But your friend is drunk, do you understand the repercussions of your actions?” He asked you but you didn't respond so he cleared his throat and you finally looked in his eyes as prior to when you were audaciously staring at his lips.

“I'm sorry, it's just really really hard to focus on what you're saying. Your lips are very distracting when you're speaking with such ...passion”

He opened his mouth to give a sly retort but he was warm and flushed by the remark, he wasn't used to being flirted this way, not in a genuine way. He wasn't the prettiest guy as he had been told time and again so he was always a bit weird around women, especially women as attractive as you.

“Do you wanna go out with me ..Someday?” He asked you and the smile on your face indicated that you didn't mind.

“What about now? It's my birthday..you can buy me a drink or i can do the favour officer”

“My shift ends at 11”

“Then here's my number” you grabbed the pen from his fingers and then you grabbed his hand to write your digits on his palm, he was glad his partner wasn't around today to witness this, his breath hitched as you grabbed onto his fingers and etched every digit in clear numbers slowly.

“I'll wait for your call officer”

That's how he had found the woman he fell madly in love with, it just clicked, everything made sense with you but perhaps he wasn't what you really needed.

He slumped back in his chair, trying to get rid of the personal feelings he had at the moment, two years, it's been two years, he should have moved on.

Around 4:45 am as he finally got done with the paperwork he decided to go home and get his sleep but he wasn't able to sleep, he kept thinking about giving you a call but he didn't. It was 5 in the morning, you must be asleep he thought.

In the afternoon he woke up to his phone ringing constantly, it was Jake. He had requested him to come to the precinct immediately as another woman had been kidnapped in the barber killer case, he almost didn't want to get out of bed but he had to.

“Update me mate” he asked Jake as soon as he entered the station but the way Jake looked at him made him feel uneasy.

“You might want to sit down for this”

“Why?”

“He got her”

His skin went pale as he heard that.

“What?”

“Y/n..uhhh your ex..the girl in the picture which you keep in the drawer.. around 5 am in the morning she was on her morning run and she didn't return, her friends and family were trying to call her since it's her –”

“Birthday” Jake nodded as Daemon said that. He was really nervous giving this information to his boss.

He turned around to face away from Jake and braced himself against the desk to control his breathing, he couldn't freak out, he had to stay calm and he had to look for you, he had to find you. He stood there, taking slow deep breaths, fighting to keep his composure, at least he had to do so to not lash at the young nervous trainee next to him.

“Should have called her”

“Did you say something?” Jake cleared his throat as he noticed daemon mumbling under his breath.

“No i..just..let's go”

“She fits the profile sir..”

“What's the report on her cell?”

Daemon asked as they stepped out of the station to go visit the site you had disappeared from

“Phone is switched off, the last person who called her was some guy named Pierce–”

“Bring him in for the enquiry”

“Yes sir” Daemon halted for a moment to turn to Jake.

“Stop hovering over me”

“Sorry, are you alright sir?”

“Yeah I am fine…”

“He takes his time with them..i'm sure she's not–”

“I know mate ..I'm on the case” he sighed as he tried to calm down again “Look just focus on the job, there can't be another one, we need to get this maniac before he kills--" Daemon paused for a moment to finish his words "Somebody else”

As soon as he got inside his car and drove away from the station he chose a secluded spot to pull over and then he allowed himself to cry, a part of him felt guilty.

He thought back to last night, his mind couldn't stop coming up with scenarios where his decision to not call you had affected the outcome of the situation, maybe if he had called at night you'd have invited him over like you did last year, and maybe you'd still be here, safe and around him and not in some deranged psychopath’s lair.

Or if he had called in the morning perhaps you'd have changed your mind about running today, perhaps he could have done something to cause a ripple effect, but then he remembered that this wasn't some random abduction, if you were taken by the barber killer, it only meant that he was keeping an eye on you from a long time.

Once he was done feeling sorry for himself he went to your house and followed the track, cops had done their thing but he wanted to be meticulous, this wasn't just a job for him anymore, this had become personal, he found the lock of your long hair that cops had missed, his eyes welled up thinking about the times he had spent his nights running his fingers through your hair. .

He knew he had to find you before it would be too late.

“We are not getting back together –” he chuckled as you said that to him even though you knew his heart must have broke all over again at the sound of your voice.

“I know –’ he caressed your cheek with the back of his index finger and you leaned into his touch almost immediately.

“I just don't want you to misunderstand this invitation”

“I won't–”

You pulled him closer to you by grabbing his collar, you had missed him, it's been exactly a year since you had left him and broke both of your hearts but every part of you still loved him. Time heals all wounds you had heard then why were you still hooked on him? You found yourself thinking about him, dreaming about him - even though you knew it was wrong. You tried to tell yourself that you would eventually move on. But in that moment, you were reminded of just how much you needed him in your life, however you also remembered all the times he wasn't there for you when you needed him..

“I don't want to hurt you more than I already have -” you pulled away to whisper against his mouth but he pressed his thumb over your lips.

“You can't hurt me more than that..trust me”

He picked you up in his arms and pressed you against the wall, clothes didn't even come off your bodies , it wasn't needed, all you needed was his cock slipping in and out of you, nobody fucked you the way he did, nobody compared to him. It didn't take him long to make you crumble in his arms, he had no idea that you hadn't touched anyone since him, you broke his heart but your heart and body still stayed loyal to him, five years, you had been with that man for five years and you wanted fifty more but he brought you equal amounts of pain as he brought happiness.

“Happy birthday my scrappy girl”

You opened your eyes to a figure looming over you but your screams were muffled by the duct tape. You pushed and struggled against your bindings, but it was all in vain. Memories of the past flooded back to you, filling your mind with regret and longing.

If you knew someday in life you'd end up bound and helpless in a dungeon perhaps you'd have made different choices. Perhaps you wouldn't have broken the heart of the man you loved so deeply.

“Oh no you're all banged up, can't have that now can we? My son is rather brutish. I must say” you heard a woman's voice but you couldn't really see her in the dark. Her accent was thick and the perfume was strong.

You struggled again as she picked you up and made you sit down on a chair. What the hell was going on here? You didn't understand. Fear was all you felt in that moment, well that and regret.

He didn't even call you this year, was he ever going to call you again? You had no idea and maybe you'd not live the day to figure it out.

As the duct tape was ripped off your mouth you took a deep breath and then you screamed, wasn't really the wisest decision on your part because that earned you a sharp slap and then you felt a needle pricking your arm which immediately made you feel drowsy. The woman then walked away to leave the room, and when she opened the door you could see that she had long hair and that she was wearing a full length dress. You also heard another woman screaming. Were there others here?

The last thing you remembered was the entrance of a man into the room just before you passed out.

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Young Daemon looked like this

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gojosoath · 3 years ago

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Wilted Grace — Nanami/Gojo Fic

MINORS DON’T INTERACT! // 18+ ONLY!

pairing: nanami kento x gojo satoru x fem!reader (uses she/her pronouns) x poly relationship tags: romance x angst x smut x polyamory x AU (no sorcerer stuff in this au, nanami and gojo are just normal dudes living in a normal world. lol) warnings: smut x a bit of an age gap (everyone is a consenting adult fyi) x explicit language x blood/injury x physical assault x mention of alcohol x alcoholism Summary: (AU) The story follows Y/N, Nanami and Gojo in a polyamorous relationship; the three of them navigating the new dynamic relationship for the first time in their lives. The three of them begin exploring aspects both emotionally and sexually, finding themselves on a complex journey of facing their inner demons and also healing themselves. Table of Contents taglist: @adequate-superstar ; @chifuxu DO NOT REPOST/COPY MY WORKS ANYWHERE ELSE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©gojosoath a/n: hey! I made an ao3! I plan on posting this fic on there as well. :D Also, keep thinking of how tall both Nanami and Gojo are??? Like they're giants and for whattt? Thinking about how Nanami and Gojo tower over people even if they're not thinking of doing it. Idk, the fact both of these men are 6 feet (gojo being 6'3) ...goddamn.

Part 6: Stitches Stay Together For Only So Long (wc: 6.2K)

You found yourself stirring awake around two in the night when you needed to get up and use the bathroom. You woke up to Nanami’s arm still around you, while his other arm was tucked underneath the pillow. You lay there for a moment, taking his features in, he slept with his mouth wide open, which you found cute. He looked knocked out with his light snores and this made you happy. You knew he barely got any sleep daily so you were glad you were able to get him to sleep pretty early last night.

You gave Nanami’s chest a peck and slowly got out from his embrace, feeling cold from not being in his arms. You shuffled across the bedroom and out into the hallway, heading into the bathroom. You still had Nanami’s shirt on while the sweatpants you were wearing last night were still on the floor back from when Nanami took them off. As you say on the toilet, you stuffed your face into your hands, thinking back to the events of you and Nanami. He’s perfect, you think to yourself.

After you were done, you washed your hands and headed out of the bathroom. From the hallway, you saw that the kitchen light was on, the light flooding across the hallway floor. You heard some clattering in the kitchen and found yourself slowly and quietly heading towards the kitchen, your hand moving across the walls. You peeked over and you saw Gojo by the sink, his back facing you.

You blurted, “Gojo?” Gojo jumped at the sound of your voice, and you quickly apologized, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

He was still in Nanami’s clothes, and when he turned around, it’s when you noticed he had a glass in his hand. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, setting the empty glass into the sink, “Hey,” He gave you a lopsided grin. His white platinum hair fell over his forehead and on top of his head, pieces of hair stuck upwards in different directions.

“Are you able to walk okay?” You ask him softly, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“My legs weren’t injured,” He came back, the lopsided grin still plastered on his lips.

You sigh, “I know, but I mean…you scared Nanami and me.”

Gojo leans his waist against the kitchen sink, “I’ll make it up to you and Nanami for disrupting your guys’ date. I promise,” He walks across the kitchen, flickering the lights off and moving to the couch. Despite it being dark, the city lights from the large windows shined through, making you notice the way Gojo flinched as he lay back onto the couch.

“You gonna stand there all night?” Gojo points out from where he lays, adjusting the blanket back over him. He’s so tall that his feet hang off of the armrest of the couch.

“Sorry,” You say, realizing how lost in your thoughts you were, “before I go, who is Lyla?”

Gojo snorts, “You’re noisy.”

“I know,” You return, “I’m especially noisy because it seems this Lyla person did that to you. Are loan sharks after you or something?”

Gojo puts the arm that isn’t injured behind his head, “Nah.”

“Okay, so what happened?” You persist.

Gojo lifts his head,“Oh, you are noisy, huh?”

For some reason, his comment makes you feel flustered for a split second. “You owe me an explanation after crashing our date,” You cross your arms over your chest, knowing yourself, you’re someone that can’t stop prying once you get a glimpse into something. It irritates you how nonchalant Gojo is acting about all of this. You hadn’t even known him for a full twenty-four hours and yet here you were, interrogating him about how he practically got stabbed.

Gojo lets his head fall back onto his arm, letting out a heavy sigh, “Kid, don’t you have classes today?”

“Kid?!” You squeak, mouth wide open from his comment.

“Relationship drama.”

“What?”

“That’s the explanation,” Gojo says, closing his eyes, “relationship drama, that’s how this happened.”

“Well, I hope you realize that a relationship like that is very toxic,” You comment quietly.

“I know,” Gojo says dryly, and then adds, “I’ll make it up to you two, don’t worry.”

“Are you running a fever?”

“Fever?” Gojo asks, “Why?”

“It’s good to monitor your temperature after a pretty big injury, to make sure your body isn’t fighting an infection,” You explain to him.

Gojo takes his arm out underneath from his head and sets the back of his hand against his forehead, “No fever,” He verifies.

You walk out without saying anything and go into the bathroom where you grab the first aid kit Nanami had left out on the counter. You rummage around a little until you find the thermometer and walk back into the living room. Without saying anything, you set the thermometer against Gojo’s forehead, but realize his hair is in the way so you push his hair back with your other hand, avoiding eye contact with him. You run the thermometer against his forehead, you can feel Gojo’s eyes boring into you. The thermometer beeps and the temperature reads in a normal range.

“There,” You set the thermometer onto the coffee table next to Gojo, “no fever. Check it again once you wake up.” You walk back into Nanami’s bedroom and snuggle your way back into his embrace, falling asleep before you even realize it.

┅

Nanami woke up before you in the morning. It felt surreal for him to be waking up next to you.

He lay there for a couple of minutes, hand gently running over your hair as you slept on your side, your fingers clutching onto his shirt. You had your knees pulled up to your chest, steady breaths falling from your lips. Nanami gently took your fingers away from his shirt and gave your knuckles a ghostly kiss. He made sure to tuck you into bed when he got out and headed to take a quick shower. After that, he walked into the living room, where Gojo lay on the couch, arm over his eyes.

Nanami spotted a thermometer on the coffee table, noting that it wasn’t there last night. He approached Gojo and adjusted the blanket over his figure. Gojo stirred awake, lifting his arm and eyes struggling to open.

“Sorry,” Nanami says, “didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Gojo raised his good arm above his head and stretched, letting out a high-pitched whine, “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep that well last night anyways.”

“Let me take a look,” Nanami says to him, “you’re gonna need to keep the stitches cleaned.”

Gojo leaned up onto his elbow and groaned, “God, last night was crazy.”

Nanami silently walks over to the bathroom and grabs the first aid kit, taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table and setting the kit next to him. He picked up the thermometer, “Did you grab this?”

Gojo stiffened at Nanami’s question, he didn’t want to lie to him, “Y/N brought it out to me.”

Nanami nods his head, he has his usual stoic expression on his face which Gojo always struggles to read. In silence, Gojo sits up, wincing at the pain in his arm and shoulder. Nanami grabs the hydrogen peroxide along with the cotton swabs, tipping the bottle against the swab a couple of times to get it dampened. Nanami helps Gojo lift the shirt over his arm where it remains on his other arm, Gojo holds the remaining fabric to the side so it won’t get wet. Nanami takes off the bandages and begins cleaning his wound, which makes Gojo grit his teeth from the pain.

As a way to divert his attention away from the pain and also get closure, Gojo breaks the silence, “Nanami.”

“Hmm?”

Gojo looks to the side, his vision becoming unfocused as he stares at the floor, “I’m sorry about last night, for interrupting your guys’ date.”

Nanami is gentle as he cleans Gojo’s wounds, “It’s okay.”

“Are you mad at me?”

Nanami’s pauses and looks at Gojo, “I’m mad that this happened to you.”

“No,” Gojo shakes his head, “I mean…” his voice trails off, “nevermind,” he mumbles.

Nanami continues to clean at Gojo’s wound, “No, I’m not mad that Y/N came out and gave you the thermometer last night. I’m grateful she checked upon you.”

Gojo is stunned by Nanami’s words but also feels reassured. Neither of them say anything, and while Nanami finishes up by placing new, fresh bandaids onto his wound, Gojo finds himself doing the usual; shoving his tender vulnerability up on a high shelf.

After Nanami was done, he said to him, “Take today off and get rest. “

“I’ll head back to my place,” Gojo leaned back against the couch along with his head.

“I’ll take you home after I’m done working,” Nanami tells him, “just focus on resting,” Nanami closes the first aid kit and washes his hands in the kitchen sink, beginning to make himself a cup of coffee.

After he has his coffee, Gojo is sound asleep, slightly snoring. He heads back into his bedroom to see you’re also still sound asleep. Nanami’s features softened when his eyes fell onto you, you looked so peaceful that he didn’t want to disrupt your sleep. He came next to your side, kneeling beside the bed, and set his hand onto your shoulder, slightly shaking you.

“Hey,” His deep voice sounded raspier in your ears, “good morning, love, I’ve gotta get you back to your place so you don’t miss your classes,” he places a kiss on your ear, making you open your eyes.

You blink a few times, a smile forming at your lips, “Hey…” You greet, reaching out with your arms towards him, making grabbing motions with your fingers that make Nanami swoon. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Nanami accepts your hug and the two of you hold one another, nothing but each other's breathing doing the talking. “I don’t wanna get up,” Your voice is muffled against Nanami’s chest.

“I know,” Nanami says, “but we’ll make time to hang out,” and you two indulge in a kiss.

┅

Nanami drops you off at your dorm, the two of you holding hands throughout the entire drive. Before you step out of the car, you and Nanami exchange goodbye kisses on the lips and you’re off to your classes. You had seen Gojo briefly on your way out of Nanami’s apartment who was sound asleep on the couch.

You and Nanami had shared a peaceful and beautiful morning, with cuddles and in states of bliss from last night. You sat throughout your classes with your head in the clouds, referring back to last night, both of you cumming for each other. The thorn in all of last night was spotting Gojo injured, his bloodstain, having to stitch him up. Last night reminded you of your home life, of your older sister…

When your class ends, one of your closest friends who also went to the same high school as you, Naomi, asks you if you’d wanna study with her and your roommate later that day. You agreed and went on with the rest of your classes, your mind still occupied with both Nanami and Gojo. They seemed to be an interesting pair, opposite dynamics yet they contrasted one another in unique ways.

You and Nanami texted throughout the day, the two of you checking in with one another. You went on with your day until it was time to study with Naomi and Chloe at the library, the three of you checking out a room to have the space for yourselves. Naomi and Chloe talk about mundane, college stuff; complaining about homework assignments, mentions of cute boys, and plans for the break after the semester is done.

“Can I tell you guys something?” You ask them. They both encourage you to do so and you take a deep breath before telling them, “It’s about the guy I’m currently dating.”

“Oh my God!” Chloe exclaims, slapping Naomi’s arm, “It’s that hot dude in his late twenties, right?!”

Naomi exclaims, “Wait, you’re dating a dude that’s how old?!”

Chloe wording it that way made you realize how off it sounded. You found yourself panicking a little, “Okay, yeah he’s older but…”

“Is this some sugar baby thing?” Naomi looks scared at this point.

Now you’re in full defensive mode, “No! Let me explain it to you guys, I know it sounds really bad at first.”

“Girl, when I tell you this man is so sexy,” Chloe comments.

You roll your eyes, “Guys, please just let me explain!”

“Okay, okay,” Chloe puts her hands up, “go on.”

“We met through a dating app,” You begin, “his name is Nanami, and yeah…he’s a bit older than me…”

Naomi asks, “How old?”

You realize at this moment that you haven’t taken the time to tell someone the dynamics of your relationship with Nanami. Sure, Chloe was aware, but she didn’t seem to express concern about it. You brace yourself, your finger nervously playing with the pen in your hands, “He’s twenty-eight…” Your voice trails off.

Naomi gawks at you, “Y/N, are you serious?”

You feel like you’re being scolded by parents, “I-I know it sounds crazy! But he’s not creepy or anything.”

“How do you know he’s not creepy?” Naomi debriefs, “He’s basically thirty.”

There’s a lump in your throat, your mind running a hundred miles per hour, “I know, I know…” You say in a small voice, “but he’s sweet…”

Naomi’s tone is demanding, “How long have you two even been together for?”

“He’s really hot, though,” Chloe states and gives you a thumbs up when you shoot her a glare.

You answer Naomi’s question, “A couple of weeks.”

Naomi raises her eyebrows, “Couple of weeks? Y/N, does he like to give you money or something…?”

“No!” You assert. You shrink in your seat after realizing how loud you were, “If you guys met him, you’d change your perspective on him.”

“Y/N, usually, relationships in the beginning, are like, you know, the honeymoon phase. This dude’s going into his thirties and you’re telling me he’s not just using you? He probably has a history of grooming young college girls like you.”

The three of you are dead silent, it’s so quiet that you can hear students chatting from outside of the room. Your vision blurs with heavy tears, biting down onto your bottom quivering lip. You feel small, like a child, so stupid.

“Look, I didn’t mean to sound harsh,” Naomi backtracks, “it’s just…concerning. Wouldn’t you be worried if I told you I was dating a guy that was the same age?”

You feel like you’re being hit with a brick, as if you’ve been living in a blindspot this whole time. You answer truthfully, “I’d be fucking worried.”

“Have you two…” Naomi’s is hesitant, “had sex?”

“No, we haven’t,” You answer, “I mean, we’ve been physical…”

“Holy shit!” Chloe perks, “Did you suck his dick?”

“Dude,” Naomi’s tone is sharp towards Chloe, “seriously, shut up for a minute.”

“Damn!” Chloe scoffs, “I mean, I would suck his dick,” and adds a shrug.

“I…” Your voice cracks, “I feel like you guys are judging me for being…physical.”

“No!” Naomi objects, “It’s not that, Y/N,” she sets her hand onto yours on the table. “You can have sex with anyone. It’s just that…again, this dude is basically thirty. Are you sure he has good intentions? What if he’s that kind of guy that has a kink for young virgins?”

You pull your hand away from Naomi and scramble to gather your items, “I-I think I need to take a shower and get to bed,” You’re avoiding Naomi’s and Chloe’s gazes, your hands shaking as you put your items back into your bag. You’re trying your hardest to hold back your tears but they’re already slipping down your cheeks. You turn the opposite way and try to play it off, wiping at your cheeks.

“Y/N,” Naomi says.

You turn to face them again and give them a forced smile, “I’m okay! I’m just really tired, I’ll text you guys later,” Before Naomi and Chloe can object any further, you’re out of the room, silently crying all the way back to your dorm.

┅

Nanami received a text from you while he was the only one left at the office, the text consisted of you asking him if the two of you could talk. Nanami had responded with;

Nanami: I’m busy with work at the moment, can we talk later?

Nanami didn’t think much of the message as his anxiety was starting to creep up on him about being ahead in work. He also needed to get Gojo back to his apartment, especially because his car was still out in the parking lot from last night. Nanami didn’t log off from his computer until almost close to nine this time. He grabbed his stuff and headed back to his apartment, and he found Gojo on the couch, laying there and watching television.

“Finally, you’re home,” Gojo reaches for the remote and turns off the television.

“I had work to do,” Nanami tells him, setting his bag onto the kitchen island counter. He takes out his phone and sees that you had not responded to his text about talking later. Nanami told himself he’d text you once he got Gojo back to his place.

Nanami drove Gojo back to his apartment and walked him up to his room, where he even helped Gojo settle into his bed despite Gojo telling Nanami he could do it on his own. Once Nanami got down to his car, he sent you another text;

Nanami: Hey, did you still want to talk?

┅

Gojo knew he needed to get into the shower, he had a pounding headache ever since his injury. He knew the injury was bad. And worse, it’d leave a scar that would be imprinted on his body probably his whole life. Gojo didn’t like hospitals, he didn’t trust doctors. It wasn’t just the headache residing in his head though, it was also the image of you. He has snippet images of you from the night he got injured; your voice, your delicate touches, your worried expression.

It was most definitely the injury that was making his head fixated on you that much. Gojo never shied away from his feelings when it consisted of admitting when people were attractive even if he didn’t act on them. Goddamn, you were hot. Then Gojo remembered how old you were and the realization made him scrunch his nose in disgust with himself. Besides, you were just hot, nothing more, nothing less.

Gojo’s phone had been blowing up with Lyla ever since his injury; calls, text messages, and even emails. Gojo purposely didn’t respond to any of them, as he knew what he needed to do; he was going to cut ties with both Lyla and Geto. Gojo knew even if he tried to only spend time with Geto, Lyla would creep up on him someway, somehow. Gojo picked up his phone and dialed Lyla’s phone number, putting her on speaker.

Lyla picked up on the second ring, “Gojo?!”

Gojo sighed, “Hey.”

Lyla burst into tears, “Gojo! Gojo, I’m so sorry!”

“Lyla—”

“Gojo, please forgive me! I didn’t mean to! I was drunk! I was completely, fucking drunk!”

“Lyla, listen—”

“I’m sorry, baby! I’ll make it up to you! Did you make it to the hospital?!”

The anger came out of nowhere, “Lyla!” Gojo bellowed. He didn’t realize how tightly he was gripping onto the phone until his vision came into focus and he saw his knuckles were white. There was complete silence over the phone except for Lyla’s sniffling. Gojo collected himself and said, “We can’t keep going on like this. We agreed our relationship would just be sex, but even that got too complicated. You have a drinking problem and you know it. This will be the last time I talk to you. Goodbye.”

“Gojo, wait—”

Gojo ends the call and plops his arm to the side, the phone still in his palm. He looks up at the ceiling, letting out a heavy breath. He felt paralyzed, so paralyzed that he couldn’t even push back the images of all the times he and Lyla slept together; his chest clenching at the memories. He wondered, how did he get himself involved with someone like her? He remembered the first time he met her was through Geto, how she seemed so cool, she was very sexy. He remembered the two of them mutually agreeing to begin a relationship strictly based on physical pleasure and nothing else. He remembers that one time of her showing up at his apartment unannounced, completely drunk, throwing herself into his arms. And then the next day, acting like nothing happened. Gojo remembered the other time she called him, again, completely drunk and threatening that she would keep drinking until she passed out. Gojo remembers rushing over to her place, and the situation ending with Lyla chucking a book at him, which resulted in a bruised eye for two weeks. Gojo remembers, he suddenly remembers everything, none of the details going missing. He clutches the shirt material that belonged to Nanami and closes his eyes. It was okay, it was just a scratch, after all.

┅

On the drive back to his place, Nanami kept sneaking glances at his phone to see if you had responded but there was nothing. He was starting to grow nervous, shifting in his seat and cracking his fingers. Once he was back in his place, he sent you another text;

Nanami: Just checking in, are you doing okay?

Nanami took off his blazer and set it onto the couch where he plopped down, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. His phone vibrated with a new message and he opened it right away:

Y/N: yes, sorry, I’m okay. i’m gonna go to bed, really tired from classes. goodnight.

Nanami felt his heart sink at your message, he was hoping the two of you would stay up a little tonight and talk. Nanami sat in the same place for a long time, not being able to move. He couldn’t pinpoint why he felt like there was a hole gaping at his chest. He reminisced about last night, thinking about the way your hips moved against your fingers, the kisses you two shared, the way you praised him, the intimacy, the closeness. Before Nanami realized it, he had fallen asleep on the couch, too tired to get up and move to his bed.

┅

The next couple of days, you and Nanami didn’t text as much and this sent Nanami into overthinking mode. You two said good mornings and good nights but throughout the day, your responses were delayed and you would tell him before he even got off late from work that you were going to sleep. Nanami completely understood you have your own life and that everyone gets busy, but even your responses were curt.

Nanami: Checking in, how are you doing? Just had lunch.

Y/N: doing good, thank you.

Nanai: How did classes go today?

Y/N: same old same, gonna go eat dinner at the dining hall. Ttys

Nanami stared at his phone for a solid couple of minutes and racked his mind for what “Ttys” stands for. He knew it was an abbreviation, but for what? Everyone was beginning to log off from their computers, today was Gojo’s first day back from the injury. Gojo approached Nanami, he was in the middle of slipping on his blazer. Nanami noticed the way Gojo slightly flinched as he got his injured arm into the sleeve.

“Hey, let’s grab dinner tonight, I’m lonely,” Gojo chirped with a grin.

Nanami completely ignores his request, “What does ‘ttys’ mean in a text message?”

Gojo’s grin becomes wider, “Talk to you soon.”

Nanami continued to stare down at his phone screen, “Oh,” was all he said.

“Trouble in paradise?” Gojo leaned against Nanami’s desk.

Nanami locked his phone and placed it face down, “I don’t know,” He admitted with a sigh.

The office was cleared before Nanami knew it, and Gojo went ahead and grabbed a chair, scooting it next to Nanami. Gojo set his feet onto Nanami’s desk, ankles crossed and his fingers placing his sunglasses on top of his head.

“Did she break up with you?” Gojo asks.

“No,” Nanami clicks away at his mouse, moving charts around on his screen, “her text messages don’t seem like her.”

“How so?”

Nanami heaves out a heavy sigh, running his palm over his face, and says into his hand, “I might be overthinking all of this…”

“What?”

Nanami swivels in his chair so he’s facing Gojo, “What if I scared her away?” Nanami confesses.

Gojo felt guilt prick at him, he knew what Nanami was referring to, so he tried to change Nanami’s mind, “I think if you did, she would have broken up with you.”

Nanami has his fingers clasped between his legs, elbows on his thighs, and he says in a quiet voice, “Sorry…”

Gojo laughs it off, “Come on, Kento, there’s no need to apologize. Give her a call, ask her what’s up.”

Nanami doesn’t move from his position, Gojo notices the way his shoulders are slouched over, as per usual, he looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Nanami pushes his glasses up his nose and turns back to face his desk, “I’m going to get some work done,” He begins typing away at his keyboard.

“So…” Gojo twiddles his thumbs, “are we going to eat dinner?”

Nanami doesn’t divert his eyes from his computer screen, “Later.”

Gojo stands up, stretching his arms above his head and standing on his tiptoes, “Whoo!” He exclaims, “Let’s eat at my place tonight, it’s on me.”

“See you later,” Nanami says and Gojo leaves the office. Nanami’s fingers slowly come to a slow stop at the keyboard, the feeling that something is wrong weighing down on him. He knows he needs to reach out to you, so he’s pressing your contact icon and putting the phone next to his ear. You pick up on the third ring;

“Hey,” You answer.

Nanami feels like he’s finally able to breathe after days of holding his breath, “Hey…” He says.

Nanami hears some shuffling before you say, “How are you?”

“I’m good,” Nanami answers, “how are you, love?”

“Just really tired,” You mumble, “sorry I’ve been so busy.”

“It’s okay,” Nanami reassures you, “we all get busy. Did you wanna go out for a drive soon here?”

There’s a pause and for a moment, Nanami thinks you’re going to refuse but instead you agree. The two of you agree to meet up in thirty minutes and to park at the same spot during your first drive together.

┅

The drive to the designated spot in the suburban neighborhood is quiet. From time to time, Nanami glances over at you, but you’ve got your head turned towards the window the whole time. He wants to hold your hand but he doesn’t push it. He can tell something is wrong.

Nanami parks the car and he initiates the conversation, “What’s wrong, Y/N?” You still don’t turn to face him and it’s then when Nanami realizes you’re crying, sniffling, and have your sleeved hand over your mouth. “Love,” Nanami says gently, “Y/N, talk to me. What’s bothering you?”

You’re trying your best to cry silently, but there’s snot smeared all over your sleeve and your shoulders are shaking by how badly you’re trying to hold back. You don’t realize that you’re sobbing, struggling to breathe, your hands shaking.

“Hey, hey,” Nanami soothes you, setting his hand onto your shoulder, “Y/N, breathe, I’m right here. I need you to come back down to me,” he rubs your shoulder gently along with handing you some tissues he grabbed from the compartment. You take the tissues from his hand and wipe your nose, beginning to feel like you’re getting a grasp again.

“Please talk to me,” Nanami pleads softly, “I know something is wrong.”

You finally look at Nanami for the first time, being met with his caring, tired eyes. He’s wearing his glasses, his usual business attire, the blazer still on. His blonde hair is combed and gelled neatly to the side and he smells like his usual cologne that you’ve grown accustomed to. He has one arm leaning behind your car seat, his other arm over the steering wheel. He waits patiently for you and you look down at your hands, your fingers playing with the used tissue.

“I’m sorry,” You say to your hands, “I know I’ve been distant with you…” your voice trails off.

“Talk to me,” Nanami encourages, his voice soft and a frown between his eyebrows.

“I know this is stupid,” You choke out, having to clamp your mouth shut before another wave of tears comes out of you. You inhale shakily, “You know, I told my friends about you and me…and our age difference.”

Nanami remarks with an, “Ahh.”

“I thought they’d be more understanding and accepting but they jumped to conclusions. It just made me feel so stupid and made me wonder…” Your hands clutch the tissue until your knuckles are turning white and your vision becomes blurred with tears, “Nanami, are you using me?”

“Y/N,” Nanami puts his hand over your trembling ones, “look at me.” You do so with tears running down your cheeks and he brings up his thumb to wipe at them before they reach your chin. “I told you from the start something both you and I need to be cautious about is our age difference. I think about it all the time, I ask myself every day if I’m causing you more harm than good. There’s no way I could use you.”

You admit, “I’m scared.”

Nanami squeezes your hands, “I’m scared, too.”

“How do you see me?” You ask.

He uses his index finger and thumb to gently hold your chin and guide it so your guys’ eyes meet, “I see you for you, despite our age difference, I don’t see you as any less. I see you as an equal.”

You can’t help yourself, you throw yourself into his arms, clutching onto him as if you don’t, he will break away from you. Nanami doesn’t hesitate to embrace you back, his hand cupping the back of your head and pressing a kiss to your forehead before putting his chin on top of your head.

“I’m sorry for being distant,” You cry against his chest, “I got so scared.”

“No need to apologize for your feelings,” Nanami comforts you, “I understand,” he pulls back and reaches for more tissues where he wipes your eyes and nose with it. You sniffle, averting his gaze as you suddenly feel conscious of all the snot on your face. Nanami’s eyes linger on your lips as he finishes up wiping your tears.

Nanami says in practically a whisper, “I missed you so much.” You meet his gaze, and he’s staring at you intensely, you get the overwhelming feeling of wanting to get naked with him. Nanami asks you, “Can I kiss you?”

You answer him by kissing him, your hands hungrily grabbing his face, moving down to his broad shoulders, and grabbing fistfuls of his blazer. You two kiss with your tongues, he sucks on your bottom lip, you tug at the back of his blazer, wanting it off. Nanami gets the idea, taking it off while the two of you are still kissing. You run your fingernails against his chest drafting down to his abdomen which makes him groan into your mouth. You don’t realize you still have tears running down your cheeks until Nanami is swiping your cheeks with his thumbs. You both pull back, the car filled with each other’s heavy breathing, forehead leaned against one another.

You say to him breathlessly, “I missed you so much, too.”

Nanami gives you a small smile, and you adjust his glasses by pushing them up to his nose, making the both of you giggle. Your eyes travel down to his neck and you lean in, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. The gesture makes Nanami jump a little at first but then he relaxes, humming in response. The kiss becomes open-mouthed, you want to taste all of him so badly, your tongue swirls in circles. Nanami’s fingers thread into your hair, gripping it, the other one holding onto your upper arm. He leans his head further back so you can have more access, you push yourself against him until you’re having to move across the compartment. Nanami grabs you by the hips and helps you to get settled into his lap, straddling him with your legs on either side of his lap.

This time, Nanami kisses you on the neck, making you gasp from experiencing it for the first time. Goosebumps from across your arms, your body becoming flushed with pleasure that rushes down between your legs. Nanami trails kiss up to right below your ear, it makes you arch your back.

“M-mark me,” You whimper.

Nanami teasingly bites your earlobe, the sensation tickles you, a breathless laugh falls from your lips. “Yeah?” Nanami pulls at your hair so your face is arched up, your chin right below his nose. You can feel his hot breath right below your chin, he stays like that for a moment, and then he sets the flat of his tongue against your neck. He slides it up until it’s going over your chin and eventually to your lips, slipping his tongue inside your mouth.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head from the sensation, your legs shaking, tightening around his waist. Nanami breaks the kiss by pulling your bottom lip with his teeth, your mind is putty, you thought the other night was the best thing with him but this was an entirely new level.

“Pretty,” Nanami whispers against your lips, “you’re so pretty, my Y/N,” he slightly tugs back at your hair, pulling your head even further back, “let’s mark each other,” he rasps and then goes back to giving you open mouth kisses on your neck. You begin grinding your hips against his clothed crotch, his other hand guiding you rhythmically. His teeth lightly grate against your skin, making you hiss from the impact. He’s then nibbling at the skin, beginning to latch his open mouth and suck.

“Nanami,” You scratch at his chest again from the overwhelming pleasure engrossing your body. Nanami continued to suck until he was satisfied, finishing it off by licking the spot and then lightly blowing cold air onto it with his mouth. Your body shivered, he held onto you tighter. You burned to mark him as well, your lips latching onto his neck with an open kiss. You kissed him with your tongue, running it down to his lower neck. You copied his movements done on you, lightly picking at his skin with your teeth. The sensation made Nanami lean more to the side to give you even more space to take him over. He moaned and brought his hand to the back of your head where he gave it small rubs. The action encouraged you to keep going, beginning to suck on his skin, earning another moan from him.

“You’re so good to me,” He whispered, making you grab fistfuls of his dress shirt. You sucked harder, the taste of his skin becoming all you know; his scent engulfing you. You finished off the same way he did on you, licking the spot that was slightly pink and blowing soft air onto it. Nanami embraced you in a hug, your head resting in the crook of his neck as he still had one hand placed on the back of your head and the other wrapped around your waist.

You two stayed in each other's arms for a while until the two of you knew it’d have to end. Nanami drove you back home, the two of you holding hands the entire ride. At red lights, you and Nanami would lean in for quick kisses.

“Are you usually romantic in relationships?” You asked him teasingly, the lights of the passing street light shone onto his face. You thought to yourself; he’s so beautiful.

Nanami gave you a small smile, “I hope I am.”

You brought the back of his hand which you held to your lips and kissed it, “You are.”

When Nanami dropped you off at your dorm, you two shared a passionate kiss and hug. Nanami didn’t drive off until he saw you made it indoors, you gave him a wave before closing the door behind you. Nanami gave you a small wave back and then drove over to Gojo’s apartment. When Nanami was seated next to Gojo, he pointed with his fork at Nanami’s neck.

“Things in paradise okay now?” Gojo remarked with a playful smirk.

Nanami’s hand flew up to his neck, covering the spot he knew well had formed into a bruise, “Let’s just eat,” He said with a stoic expression but on the inside, he was beaming.

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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago

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Jared Padalecki: I lost a shoe, babe

*not my gif*

Pairing: Jared Padalecki X reader/Y/n

Pov: Jared’s

Warnings: light swearing, overall cuteness

Summary: While Jared and Y/n are walking around the beach, she doesn’t realize she has lost her shoe until they go to walk the board walk.

Word count: 1.4k

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Deciding last winter that Y/n and I would end up going to the beach for a tiny visit. Dip our feet in the sand and just relax during the summer. Y/n had told many times over again that her favorite place was the beach, she loved the board walk. She just wanted to feel free.

She wanted to feel the breeze flow through her hair. Smell the beach air, hear the crashing of the waves. She wanted nothing more than to do that with me. Y/n was a person who kept many things to herself, opening her up was hard. Eventually though, she opened up to me. Her heart and then her mind.

Letting me comfort her, letting me listen to all those thoughts. She had expressed one day that she trusted me so much that she had fall in love with me. I know an odd statement to make, to tell someone. That was just the way that Y/n was, she was my odd girl.

So, I set the date reserving a hotel room for us, and told Y/n to pack her belongings for the trip to the beach. I packed my swim trunks, a few nice outfits for dinner, of course shoes, and some toiletries. After finishing packing, I sat down and watched Y/n methodically pack everything in her suitcase.

Her make-up, shoes, and toiletries laying at the bottom of the case, while she rummages through her side of the closet to find what she wanted so badly. She’d pull out sun dresses, that flowed as she moved them. Pulling out a few outfits and laying them next to the case.

Then Y/n went through all her draws trying to find all of her other necessary clothing. Still, I sat and watched her, she was still beautiful as the day I had met her. “You look beautiful, honey.” I said watching as she moved around the room.

I saw a small smirk. “You’re going to distract me, Jare.” Y/n said as she started to fold her clothes and place them in her case. I had decided that we would drive, I honestly didn’t want to fly not when everyone would probably be on the cramped together. Trying to all get to their summer vacation.

“We drive out tomorrow. We’ve got be up early, Y/n.” I said picking up my phone to set an alarm. “Yes, I know, I’m almost done packing. I promise.” She said zipping up her case and rolling it over to mine. “I’m going to go wash up and get ready for bed, you should do the same Jare.” Y/n said slipping her t-shirt over her head and ending to the bathroom.

Do the same thing I slipped out of my shirt, and fell asleep in bed. And just like that my alarm was blaring, Y/n cuddled into my chest, hair spread all over the place. I somehow made my way out of her very grabby hands.

I grabbed our suitcases and all of my personal belongings taking them out to the car. I waited until the very last few minutes before going back up to our room and waking Y/n. “Honey...” I said softly shaking her, “Whattt.” She spoke “Baby, we are going to the beach today, get up and go to the bathroom I’ll grab all your stuff.” I said pulling the comforter off her body.

I grabbed her purse and put her charger cord, phone, earbuds, and her wallet in her purse and waited for her to come out of the bathroom. I only had to wait for a few minutes before she dragged her feet out the bathroom.

“Grab your pillow and blanket, I’ll drive and you can sleep.” I said walking out of our bedroom. Then I heard the little patter and pat of Y/n’s feet behind me. I let her out of the door first, still no shoes so I grabbed her slippers that were next to the door. And closed the door and locked it.

Making my way down to the car, I opened Y/n’s door and let her get comfortable before handing her purse to her. And putting her slippers on the floor. Shutting her door after I made sure she was buckled in. I walked over to the driver side of the car, turning the engine and backed-up out of the drive way.

The drive was okay, not a lot of people on the road. And we barely stopped more than a few times. Y/n had woken up only a few hours after we started driving. She stretched and said “Hey, hon” A yawn interrupting her sentence. “How far are we away?” She asked

I hadn’t really checked that in a while, so I took a look at my GPS. “About 6 hours left.” I said looking over at Y/n for a second before putting my attention back on the road. “Jare? Do you want me to drive?” Y/n asked.

That was odd, normally if I drove us anywhere, I did all of the driving. She had never asked, but I had never asked either. So, a sort of cross road I was at. “The next rest stop is a few hours away, if you still want to drive at that point then go for its baby.” I spoke.

Y/n turned on the radio, flipping through channels. Finally, she found what I could only assume was 80’s music. “Sweet child O mine, One of my favorites.” Y/n said, before the song started. I looked over at her, everyday there was something new I learned about her.

So, with Y/n awake, and songs banging through the speakers. It made the driving much quicker, I turned into the rest stop and parked “You still wanna drive baby?” I said looking at Y/n’s bright face. “What type of question is that? Of course, I still wanna drive. You have driven us around enough.”

Another thing that I loved about Y/n. She cared so much about everyone around her. Even without me saying anything, I think she known that I was tired of driving. Y/n got out the car, and switch places with me, shushing me to the passenger side.

I had to reposition the sit, seeing as I'm a foot taller than Y/n. Y/n had to do the same thing, she looked over at me and said “I love you baby.” Another thing she always does just says ‘I love you’ out the blue. It took me a while to get used to it. “I love you too, honey.” I said finally getting into the car.

I had turned the car off, so Y/n just buckled up and backed-up and started to drive. Finally, we made it to our hotel and unpacked most of our things out of the car and into the hotel room. Y/n wanted to go the beach the second we got there.

“Jare, can we go the beach now?” “How about we go after we have eaten something?” I spoke She agreed and we went to go find food. Y/n had ended up finding a burger shop. So, we ate and then Y/n dragged me out to the beach.

Y/n then I guess got frustrated with my speed and ran towards the sand, not even caring to slip her shoes off. And then waited for me, “You couldn't wait, could you?” I asked with a small smile crossing my face. “No... No, I couldn’t wait for you.” So, we walked back all the way down to the pier and then turned around walking the other direction.

Finally, what had seemed like 2 hours of walking we had made it back up to the section of boardwalk. My feet hitting the wood of the board walk first, holding my hand out for Y/n to grab. And then her feet hit the board walk. Walking back to our hotel, it wasn’t until Y/n made it off the board walk that she noticed that she only had one shoe in her hand.

When I couldn’t feel her hand I turned around and saw her standing there. Shoulder slumped, bottom lip out, looking like she was pouting. “What’s wrong?” She held up her one shoe, and said “I lost my shoe, babe!”

“No, you didn’t the other on is on your foot.” I said looking down to see that she was right. “Nice Supernatural line, Y/n” She rolled her eyes and throw her shoe away. “How about you ride on my back until we make it back to the hotel?” She shook her head with excitement, and jumped on my back. “Here’s to not losing anymore shoes.” I said and walked in the direction of our hotel.

Completed: 02/18/2021

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inspirepositivity · 5 years ago

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What on earth was that Shawn Mendes cultural appropriation ask? Camilla isn’t just Mexican. She’s Cuban. Like actually Cuban, she was born in Cuba. She’s Cuban. She’s Mexican through her dad and American because they legally immigrated. Her family has lived in Cuba, Mexico and the US. What is this person talking about? The song is clearly her brand of Spanish pop. Whattt kind of reach? He wasn’t appropriating culture, he was doing a duet. Just say you don’t like him what on earth.

Hi me again. Ran out of space. How does one appropriate ones own culture? Last time I checked Shawn’s dad is Portuguese. Guess what that makes Shawn. Canadian, Portuguese and also British because of his mom. So he’s actually part Hispanic/Latin. I.e Spanish. He might not speak the language, he might not even look it but that’s how we define ethnicity. That person’s parents need to show them the census. Or google.

I’ve been waiting to answer this we were watching hsmtmts and now I’m in love with joshua bassett but anyway

YES LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS

so actually after replying to the original ask, I went off about it on my personal blog because we’re a positivity blog and whatever and I had to be nice. but I’m not gonna be nice now.

both minnie and I (she’s the other admin, if you didn’t know) are HUGE fans of shawn. love him to death. and while we’re not so keen on his racist girlfriend, we have to respect her ethnicity. actually, the first thing I thought of when I read that ask was the SHAWN IS HALF PORTUGUESE! HIS LAST NAME IS MENDES! AND CAMILA IS SPANISH!

so yes, I agree with every single thing in this ask. we love you. you are amazing.

not gonna lie, when I saw the ask in discussion, I wanted to be super petty and diagnose them with chronic asshole disease, but minnie talked me out of that one. consider this my formal diagnoses.

so now, not only will we be tagging any posts relating to shawn (except this one, I want anon to see it) with #shawn mendes, but also, anything that isn’t related to shawn with #not shawn mendes.

is that petty as hell? absolutely. do I care? not at all.

anyway you’re an icon and thank you so much for sending this in.

#not positivity #swearing tw #admin alice #inspirepositivity #anon

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visionsofus · 6 years ago

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MIT, Time Travel and oh mY GOD IT’S PETER PARKER

see the first story here, or start the sequel on ao3 and you’ll receive my eternal love and devotion!

if you’d like to be tagged for updates let me know!

| CHAPTER 2 |

"You eat instant food how many times a week?" Happy Hogan choked out spinning to face Peter. He looked slightly aghast.

After getting his bus Peter had met Happy at the airport and they had both proceeded onto the Stark Industries jet. They had just landed in New York after an uneventful hour-long flight from Boston.

"Um…" Peter said thinking about it for a second as he hefted his duffle bag over his shoulder. "Probably like five nights a week? Depends on my work load and if anyone is cooking in the flat."

"Five nights-" Happy sputtered and shook his head. "Peter, just because you have a fast metabolism doesn't mean you can eat microwave food every night!"

"I know, I know." Peter said following Happy down the stairs that lead from the jet to the tarmac of the air strip. "Please don't tell May."

"You bet I'm telling her, right after I cook a nice lasagne so you can have something real to eat." Happy said shaking his head as he led Peter over to the car which was ready waiting for them.

"You cook?" Peter said, his tone disbelieving.

"No need to sound so surprised." Happy grumbled opening the driver’s side of the car.

"I didn't-" Peter said stopping by the passenger door and raising his hands in defence but grinning nonetheless.

"I'll have you know your aunt loves my cooking." Happy said pointing a joking, yet simultaneously accusatory finger at Peter.

"Yeah yeah, I don't need to hear anything else about that." Peter said surrendering and getting into the car.

"That's what I thought." Happy muttered triumphantly starting the car’s engine and pulling away from the air strip. Despite himself, Happy smiled sideways at Peter. "It's good to have you back kid."

Peter grinned in return. This drive had become routine for Peter since he had moved to MIT. Each weekend, or at least every other if he didn't have the time to spare, Happy would fly down to Massachusetts to pick Peter up. The routine worked remarkably well, on most Friday’s Peter’s last class was at 11am so he pretty much had the whole afternoon to get back to New York. Peter wasn't entirely sure why Happy came himself when there was likely any number of other SI staff members who could make the trip. Peter couldn’t help the guilt that he felt each time they made the journey and had tried to convince Pepper that he was just as useful in Massachusetts as he was in New York. Pepper tried her best to assure Peter that it wasn't a hassle and for his part, Peter tried not to let it bother him.

"Anything been happening in New York that I've missed?" Peter asked shifting in the comfortable seat and turning his head to watch the familiar scenery flash past.

"Not really, things have been quite busy with everything happening this weekend - speaking of which…" Happy said almost to himself, flicking on the indicator and switching lanes.

"Whattt…." Peter began and watched as the car diverted from the familiar route that they normally took.

"Pepper needed me to pick up Morgan after I picked you up." Happy explained indicating again and changing lanes before pressing his foot to the accelerator - sending them down the highway at a speed that made even Peter's teeth chatter a little.

The drive passed quickly, and not just because of Happy's driving. Everything seemed to be moving fast for Peter these days - all his deadlines with school or SI or the Avengers seemed to approach far too quickly. At some point along the drive Happy put the radio on and flicked between stations for a bit before giving up when he realised that all that was playing was advertisements or trashy music. They talked a little here and there, but most Peter had his black research notebook open and was scribbling down thoughts and equations as they came to him.

"You really got to learn to take a break otherwise you're going to burn out kid." Happy said his voice tinged with concern.

"You've been spending too much time around May," Peter said shrugging and striking through a line of working out as he spoke, "I'm fine."

"May might be pretty on top of that whole healthy lifestyle balance stuff but that isn't where I've learnt it from. I know that look Peter." Happy said taking a left.

"Hmm?" Peter murmured glancing up from his paper as Happy pulled the car into the carpark out front of Morgan's school.

"I know that look," Happy repeated looking slightly peeved at Peter’s seeming indifference to what he was saying but the irritation was overshadowed by the concern in his eyes, "because I saw it every time Tony was working on a project and hadn't left the house in three weeks."

Peter's pen fell slack in his hand, and he capped the ballpoint, swallowing nervously. What was he supposed to say to that? There wasn't much he could do right now about taking a break; his current projects and college workload didn’t allow for breaks.

"I'm fine Hap, really." Peter said lifting his eyes to meet the older man’s gaze and smiled convincingly. "Don't worry."

Happy seemed to doubt this for a second but Peter put on his best relaxed smile and Happy, finally, relented. "Alright then, Morgan's in there go and get her."

"What?"

"Come on the bell rung ten minutes ago and she's waiting."

"Why am I going?"

"Her teacher has a bit of a thing for me and it makes me uncomfortable." Happy said somehow managing to look a little pleased with himself as he said it.

"Righttttt…" Peter said shoving his notebook into his duffle bag along with his pen. "Remember what I said about you hurting May?"

"Relax kid, that's why I’m sending you in instead. And like I'd ever dare do anything to wrong that woman." Happy shook his head in disbelief as though the very idea was absurd.

"Yeah you're one lucky guy you remember that ok? Otherwise-"

"Yeah yeah I get it, just go get her." Happy said smiling as Peter shut the door behind him and strode off towards the reception of the school.

As Peter stepped through the entrance doors and glanced at the imposing red brick of the surrounding walls, he realised that he didn't know which classroom Morgan was even in. That wasn't much of a problem because almost as soon as the glass door to reception had thudded softly behind him, did he hear the high-pitched voice of Morgan Stark.

"Peter!" She cried jumping up from the row of seats that she had been perched at along with several other students whose parents hadn't picked them up yet. A woman with horn rimmed glasses and a tight, brunette bun had been overseeing the students and turned to see the visitor. Based on her appearance, Peter figured she was the strict type, however at seeing who had come through the doors there was only one word that could possibly describe her expression; disappointment. Peter felt the faint urge to laugh.

"Hey Morgan." Peter said crouching slightly to give Tony and Pepper’s daughter a hug.

"I though Happy was picking me up?" She said looking up at him with slightly furrowed brows.

"He's just waiting out in the car." Peter assured her and then pouted playfully, "does that mean you aren't excited to see me?"

"Nooo…" Morgan whined, "that's not what I meant."

Peter laughed and squeezed her shoulder, "I know I'm just kidding, come on let's go."

He took her tiny, red backpack from her shoulders and held it in one hand, using the other to take Morgan's hand as she led the way out of the school building. Peter smiled a sort of goodbye to the teacher who had been minding the children and tried not to laugh as she looked slightly forlornly after them as they exited the building. He had honestly thought Happy had been joking but it seemed he had been 100% serious.

"How long are you back for?" Morgan said swinging Peter's arm back and forth between them as they strolled down the meticulously manicured lawns to Happy's waiting sedan in the carpark.

"Just for Thanksgiving." Peter said swinging her arm back.

"Oh." Morgan said disappointedly.

"But I'll be back in two weeks for a longer break over Christmas." Peter assured her as they reached the car and he opened the back door for her.

"Hey kiddo how was school?" Happy said craning his head around as Morgan hopped up into the car.

"Good." Morgan said sweetly, smiling as Peter helped her with her seatbelt.

"The first thing she did was ask where you were." Peter said frowning as he clicked Morgan's seatbelt in securely and shut her door to get in on his own side.

Happy gasped in fake enthusiasm and Peter pretended to sulk. "That's not what I meant." Morgan complained and stuck her tongue out at Peter.

"Seriously! I'm gone for two weeks and suddenly you're the favourite?" Peter said throwing his hands up in fake outrage as Happy pulled out of the parking lot.

"Peterrrr…" Morgan whined pretending to scowl at him but Peter just turned around and stuck his tongue out at her in response.

"Oh yeah real mature Pete, stick your tongue out at the five-year-old why don't you. You're supposed to be a positive role model." Happy said.

"I'm five and a half." Morgan snapped folding her arms and Happy sighed.

"Yes, you're right, my mistake, five and a half."

Peter slipped his key into the lock of his and May's apartment and twisted, listening for the tell-tale click of the mechanism. Peter had tried to convince her to let him install better, more technologically advanced locks but May had insisted that 'those things can be hacked - these old ones can't'. Naturally, Peter had responded with 'oh yeah of course, unless your guest has, I don't know… superpowers? Or a strong kick?'. This point hadn't dissuaded his aunt though, so his house key was the only 'real' key that Peter still had.

Peter had just been dropped out of the front of the building by Happy and Morgan before they both continued onto Stark Industries where Pepper was waiting. Morgan had been reluctant for Peter to leave but Peter had departed with the promise of being at Thanksgiving lunch the next day.

Peter stepped over the threshold of the apartment. All things considered, he hadn’t actually spent a lot of time in there. Between working in the SI lab over the Summer, often staying overnight, and then moving in October, Peter didn’t feel the place was really home at all. Their old apartment had been lost during the five-year gap after the landlady had put it out to let, given that May and Peter weren’t exactly around to pay the mounting rent.

Peter dumped his duffle bag on one of the chairs sticking out next to the dining table and sighed. May clearly wasn't home yet. Peter slouched over to the kitchen and turned the tap on, cupping his hands beneath the spout and splashing his face with chilly water. It did the trick and he felt a little more alert as he swiped the water from his eyes. Suddenly noticing that thirst had crept up on him he extended his arm in the direction of the shelves on the left. He bent his fingers to his palm and waited expectantly for the cup to fly off the shelf and into his palm. Ok… so maybe the cold water hadn't done quite a good enough job of waking him up.

Peter almost laughed at himself as he walked over to retrieve a cup manually, perhaps he had been wearing his web shooters too often in the lab back at MIT. Peter filled the cup up and guzzled the water, he hadn't realised quite the extent of his need for hydration. Probably not a good sign, Peter thought as he set the glass down next to the sink.

“Peter?” May’s voice came from the front door and Peter ducked out of the kitchen and into the entry hall to receive her.

“Hey May.” Peter grinned walking up to his aunt and giving her a tight hug.

“Honey how come you didn’t close the door after you?” May asked drawing back and frowning at the door she had just come through.

“Oh… huh I guess I just forgot.” Peter shrugged and reached past her to shut it firmly.

Peter didn’t see the concern in his aunt’s eyes as he went back into the dining room and sat at the table.

“How are you doing? Everything good with college?”

“Yeah everything is great, classes all going smoothly.” Peter said shrugging and tapping his fingers absentmindedly on the worn wood of the dining table. It was the same one they’d had in the old apartment, Lisa, their elderly landlady, had been kind enough to put their old furniture in a storage unit. There had been a lot of that during the five years post-Snap, people holding onto the things that their relatives and friends had left behind as though they might return. It restored a little of Peter’s faith in humanity.

“And everything else? How have you been feeling?” May asked as she walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on to make her usual cup of tea that Peter knew she had each day when she got back from work. She started each day with coffee and ended it with a cup of tea and had done for as long as Peter could remember.

“Pretty good, a little tired but otherwise I’m fine. Looking forward to the Christmas break though.” Peter said laughing as he unzipped his duffle bag and retrieved his black notebook.

“I bet you are.” May said above the bubbling whine of the kettle. “Any assignments due this week? Do they give you a break for Thanksgiving?”

“Not this week but two next week,” Peter called back scrawling a few notes down and pulling his Stark Industries tablet out to compare with the schematics from his lab back at MIT. As he opened the tablet a series of notifications flashed up. “I’ll have to get them done on Monday and Tuesday because I have stuff to do this weekend.” The notifications were evidence enough of that and Peter swiped them away for later.

“I know you’re busy and you have a lot of responsibilities, but can you take at least one day off this weekend? You’ve got four days off college and you haven’t been home in two weeks.”

“I’ve already taken most of today off.” Peter replied half paying attention to the conversation and half working on the numbers in front of him.

“Well no more working today ok?” May said walking over and shutting his notebook.

“Peter, reminder that you have unanswered messages from MJ regarding your pre-arranged meeting this afternoon.” Karen said from his tablet.

“Shit.” Peter muttered.

Peter opened up his messages on the tablet and looked at what MJ had sent him earlier that morning.

MJ: We’re still on for 5 today right? 8:32a.m.

MJ: Peter come on! Answer??? 10:02 a.m.

MJ: ur literally constantly around technology pls answer 3:21 p.m.

Peter groaned and ran a hand over his face.

“How are things going with MJ?” May asked genially as she came over to the table and sat in the chair at the head of it.

“I don’t really know May.” Peter said shaking his head and rubbing at his eyes. “It’s hard being far away from each other and we don’t get to talk a lot.”

“You mean, you don’t make the time to talk a lot.” May said wryly and Peter scowled. “It’s not about having the free time to talk it’s about making the time.” She dunked the tea bag in and out of the boiling water of her mug thoughtfully.

Peter didn’t really know what to say to that, so he just made a noise of agreement and typed a note back to MJ.

Peter: Sorry! Been a crazy day but yes all on for tonight. 3:46 p.m.

Peter: looking forward to seeing u! 3:46 p.m.

As an afterthought, he added the second message to make up for not answering her sooner.

“I’ll be out tonight.” Peter told May, reluctantly turning off his tablet once the messages were sent.

“Don’t forget the appointment I made for you at four.” She said sipping on her tea.

“What?” Peter said in confusion and mild despair. Perhaps he should have brought George with him, it seemed he wasn’t any good at keeping his own schedule under control without the AI.

“Counselling with Dr Sam.” May said slowly as though that would make Peter remember the appointment any clearer.

“What? Today but I thought—"

“I told you last time, each weekend you are back I am going to book an appointment for you because you refuse to get a new counsellor at MIT – you know the college offers student support services.” May said and Peter groaned as the lecturing began.

“I don’t need it anymore, May.” Peter insisted, pushing his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I’m fine.” It was the second time he’d had to tell someone that today and he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why no one was buying it.

“You’re fine when Dr Sam says you’re fine, once she gives you the all clear to stop your sessions then we can discuss that but for now I want you to keep going.” May said firmly before turning her attention to her cup of tea, which she blew on gently.

“I’m not grieving anymore, May.” Peter complained and the certainty with which he said it felt semi-real at least. “I’m really fine.” This time he said it with the most convincing smile he could muster.

Soon after the memorial back in May, Peter had started seeing a psychologist by the name of Dr. Samantha Gregor. As per May’s orders, Peter had met with her for one hour, once a week on Thursday afternoons. Each session had followed a similar structure, Sam liked structure, ‘We need to bring back structure to your life, Peter’ she’d say. Peter would talk for the first half of the session with Sam interjecting with bits of advice or the odd ‘tell me more about that’. Peter found that once he got talking it was difficult to stop, there was something about Sam that just made the words tumble out of his mouth. Sometimes he would trail off and not be sure what to say next, expecting for Sam to jump in. Annoyingly, she would remain quiet and those silent moments as Sam waited patiently for him to talk was enough to get the words flowing again.

The second half of the session usually involved talking about coping mechanisms, discussing Peter’s day to day life and things he could potentially change to make it easier for him to move on and live in a new world. His first few sessions had focused quite a bit on getting Peter through the last few weeks of school because his grades had been falling, ‘considering everything, Peter, it is very normal for your performance to drop’ Sam had assured him and by the end of the month Peter was more or less back on his feet school-wise.

Over the months Peter had gotten better and soon Sam’s voice in his head telling him to ‘breathe slower, remember your counting’or ‘don’t put your brick wall up Peter’had become his voice, sometimes cycling to Karen’s artificial voice, to May’s comforting tones, eventually coming back to his own voice. Sometimes it even became Tony’s voice telling Peter to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth or count the number of blue things that he could see in the room with him. And as the months had gone on Peter had found himself less and less reliant on such techniques and finally felt himself falling back into a sense of normalcy. Going to MIT had been a blessing not just because of the opportunities but because Peter was moving away from a lot of what reminded him of Tony.

And as Peter had healed, he had found it easier to do the things that had once sent him into shivering panic attacks post Snap. Each day he woke up and tried to be better, do better, and follow the example that Tony had set even if his mentor had always said that he wanted Peter to be better than him.

As far as Peter was concerned, he was better now, in fact he was better than better. He was thriving at college and getting great grades, his work at Stark Industries was going well and so was everything with the Avengers. On the weekends he was Spider-Man and during the week he was Peter Parker. He had his best friend in one state and his sort of girlfriend in the other state. His life was great.

May’s fingers snapped in front of Peter’s face and he jumped. “Earth to Peter?”

“What?” He said shaking his head and coming back down to reality.

“I was saying it’s not just about the grief, this is about you learning to deal with anything else that might come your way. I know that you’ve chosen the Spider-Man path but that comes with—”

“I know May,” Peter said putting on a smile, “and I’ll go to the session today ok? I’m sorry I just forgot that it was on that’s all.”

May frowned, apparently having expected more resistance and suspicious of Peter’s change of attitude. “Alright.” She said slowly, “You better get ready though because it starts at four.”

“I’ll go get changed,” Peter sighed getting to his feet and pushing the dining chair out behind him. “After counselling I’ll go straight to meet MJ is that alright?”

“All fine, just stay safe and text me when you know what time you’ll be home – don’t forget to take your keys.”

Peter nodded and smiled as he left May to finish her tea. He might be a genetically modified superhero capable of climbing walls and swinging from great heights but sometimes having someone worry about you was nice, even if there was little cause for it. If anything, it made Peter feel slightly normal again, which was always a nice feeling these days. It was something to distract him from his college work, Spider-Man pressures, his commitment to Stark Industries and the Avengers, and of course his top-secret personal project, Chronos.

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