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aventurineswife · 3 months ago

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Can I request Argentine, Sunday, Aventurine (our beautiful man), Dr Ratio, and JingYuan meeting their newborn? Unless you’ve done that already? If you have how about their baby’s first steps? I love Hsr as dads🥺

“Aren't they lovely? Made from love...”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Argenti x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Parental Love, Newborn, Tender Moments, Character Growth, Protective Parents, Family, Emotional Journey, Vulnerability.

Warnings: Light mentions of exhaustion and emotional vulnerability, Heavy emotional themes around parenting and legacy.

A/N: I love HSR men as a dads too ☹️🥺💖 ugh... They make me sick 😔💔

The sterile scent of the hospital filled the air, but to Argenti, it was all a blur. He stood, frozen at the threshold of the hospital room, gazing at the bundle in your arms. His heart swelled, and his breath caught in his chest.

“Is this... truly our child?” His voice trembled, barely above a whisper, as his gaze lingered on the tiny face that was so delicately nestled within the blankets.

You nodded softly, your tired eyes filled with warmth as you carefully rocked the baby in your arms. The light from the window highlighted the soft glow of the room, casting gentle shadows over the peaceful scene.

Argenti stepped closer, his armor clinking quietly with each measured step, as if the weight of the moment demanded reverence. When he reached your side, his hand gently brushed against your arm. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the baby, whose small, perfect features were barely visible beneath the blanket. His heart swelled with a strange, unfamiliar emotion—a tenderness so deep it almost frightened him.

The baby stirred slightly, a soft whimper breaking the silence.

Argenti’s breath hitched, and without thinking, he reached down, his fingers brushing against the baby’s tiny hand. He froze as the baby grasped his finger in a reflexive hold, a bond formed in an instant. His chest tightened with a profound sense of responsibility, but it was more than that—this was a moment that transcended duty, that spoke to a higher purpose.

“This is our legacy,” Argenti murmured, his green eyes shimmering with something beyond pride. “A new beginning... a new creation of Beauty.”

His voice faltered, the weight of his idealism tempered by the joy of this quiet moment. It was his deepest honor, his most sacred path. He wasn’t just a knight of Beauty now—he was a parent.

You smiled, and without another word, you gently placed the baby in his arms. The warmth of the newborn’s fragile body against his chest made his heart leap. Argenti’s breath was steady but strained as he held them—he was no longer just a knight. He was their protector.

“Welcome,” he whispered softly, his voice a quiet vow. “To a world of beauty, my child.”

The room was still, the gentle hum of hospital machinery in the background as Sunday stood at the threshold, his eyes fixed on the small figure in your arms. His wings fluttered behind him in subtle movements, reflecting a deep sense of awe.

His usual reflective demeanor was replaced with something tender, something uncertain, as he crossed the room slowly. His steps were quiet, measured, as if he were entering a sacred space, a new reality that was no longer just his own.

“Is it... truly happening?” he murmured, his voice barely audible, almost as if he feared disturbing the fragile beauty before him. His gaze fixed on the baby, their tiny face framed by soft blankets. The baby’s peaceful sleep seemed to mirror the calm he had once sought for himself, the tranquility he dreamed could exist in the world.

You smiled, looking up at him with exhaustion, but your eyes sparkled with the joy of the moment. “They’re ours, Sunday. Our child.”

His gaze softened, the golden halo behind his head glowing faintly as he approached you. There was an ethereal stillness in the air, almost as if the very world was holding its breath. As he reached you, his hands hovered hesitantly over the baby, his fingers shaking just slightly. It was rare to see him unsure, but this was no ordinary moment. This was the culmination of a dream, of an idealism he had once longed to protect.

With great care, you placed the baby in his arms. Sunday’s breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded in his chest, but it was a strange, unfamiliar rhythm. The baby shifted slightly, letting out a small sigh as they rested against him.

The tenderness he felt overwhelmed him, and for a fleeting moment, he felt the weight of his past fade. This moment, with the baby in his arms, felt like a redemption—a chance to embrace a future untainted by doubt.

“They’re so small,” Sunday whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of awe and vulnerability. “So pure...”

His wings fluttered again, this time with a subtle warmth, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the baby’s forehead. His usual philosophical distance melted away in the face of such innocence. In their smallness, he found a quiet hope—a vision for the world he had long sought to create.

“I promise to protect you,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur, filled with a devotion he had never allowed himself to feel so openly before. “You will never be alone.”

Aventurine leaned against the doorframe of the hospital room, the usual confident smile still on his face, but his eyes... his eyes were soft. His usual bravado faded as he took in the sight of you holding the tiny newborn in your arms. His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself.

“This feels like a game I wasn’t prepared for,” he said, his voice laced with a playful lightness, though there was something else beneath it—something more vulnerable. He stepped into the room, his usual confident stride faltering slightly as he crossed toward you.

You looked up, exhaustion evident in your expression, but there was an unmistakable joy that made the hospital room feel warmer than it should have. “It’s real, Aventurine. Our baby.”

Aventurine’s smile wavered, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. His eyes lingered on the baby, who had barely begun to stir, their tiny fingers curling in a peaceful sleep. There was something about their quiet form that unsettled him, yet at the same time, it soothed him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

“Well, this is a gamble I’m willing to take,” he said with his usual smirk, but his voice was softer, more vulnerable than you’d ever heard. “Not sure how much I’ve got to offer, but for them...” His hand, adorned with rings and bracelets, reached out hesitantly. He paused just before touching the baby’s tiny hand, his expression shifting for a brief moment, like he was uncertain about the stakes of this particular game.

“Would you like to hold them?” you asked softly, your voice inviting him into the moment.

Aventurine’s gaze flickered to you, a mixture of admiration and fear in his eyes. He took a deep breath, then stepped forward, allowing you to carefully place the baby in his arms. His usual air of indifference disappeared the moment the baby rested against him, their warmth radiating through him in ways he hadn’t expected.

“Never thought I’d find myself like this,” Aventurine admitted quietly, his voice almost a whisper, as if he were speaking to the child and not to you. He adjusted his hold carefully, his usual calculated movements softer now. “But I’m not one to back down from a challenge, especially one like this.”

He smiled again, the carefree facade returning, though now it seemed tinged with something deeper—something more sincere. “You’re a high-stakes gamble, my little one, and I plan to win.”

He looked down at the baby, his sharp, calculating mind shifting toward this new, unpredictable chapter of his life, and for once, the gamble didn’t feel so daunting.

In that moment, he understood something he’d never truly grasped before—there was no strategy in the world that could prepare him for this. And for the first time in a long while, Aventurine found himself willing to bet on something truly precious.

The sterile hum of the hospital room was a sharp contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in Ratio’s mind. He stood by the door, his usual confident stride stilled for the first time in years. The hospital room before him seemed alien, the soft glow of the lights and the warmth of the blankets a world away from his usual studies and experiments. Yet, there you were, cradling the tiny bundle in your arms, and everything else seemed to fade into the background.

“Is this... really our creation?” Ratio’s voice was lower than usual, a rare vulnerability showing beneath his usual sharp tone. His intense eyes were fixed on the baby, and despite his vast intellect, he seemed almost... uncertain.

You smiled softly, exhaustion in your expression, but your eyes sparkled with pride. “Yes, Veritas. This is our child.”

Ratio approached slowly, his mind still whirring with the logical implications of what had just occurred, yet his heart—unexpectedly—began to race. The baby stirred gently in your arms, their tiny hand curling around a corner of the blanket.

He knelt beside you, the brilliant mind now focusing solely on the life before him. His fingers twitched, hesitant at first, before they reached out and brushed against the baby's tiny, delicate hand. The baby’s tiny fingers grasped his in response, and Dr. Ratio froze, his breath catching in his chest.

“This... this is our legacy,” he whispered, the words feeling foreign on his lips but true nonetheless. “Our chance to eradicate ignorance.” His voice held a note of something deeper—an unspoken vow.

You carefully placed the baby in his arms, the weight of their small form bringing a strange sense of peace that Ratio hadn’t known he was capable of feeling. The warmth of the newborn’s body settled against his chest, and for a moment, all the grand theories and academic pursuits seemed distant. This was a different kind of knowledge—one of pure love and responsibility.

“Welcome to the universe, little one,” he murmured softly, his usual air of self-assurance softening. “I’ll ensure you have the tools to understand it, all of it.” His voice was firm, but there was a newfound tenderness there that even he couldn’t deny.

The room felt unusually still as Jing Yuan stood at the door, his eyes fixed on the small form you held in your arms. His usually calm and collected demeanor seemed to waver, and for the first time in a long while, a quiet uncertainty flickered across his face. The light of the hospital room reflected in his hair, making him appear even more ethereal, as if the moment was beyond his reach.

“Are they really... ours?” His voice, usually so commanding, was now tinged with awe, almost reverence. His gaze was soft, tracing every tiny feature of the baby nestled in your arms.

You looked up, your exhaustion fading in the presence of this tender moment. “Yes, Jing Yuan. This is our child.”

Jing Yuan’s gaze softened as he stepped closer, the usual air of composure replaced by something far more profound. He stood by your side, his large frame somehow looking smaller in the presence of such innocence. You carefully placed the baby in his arms, and for a moment, Jing Yuan seemed to freeze, as though unsure of how to hold this tiny life.

The baby shifted slightly, their soft breath a quiet reminder of the fragility of life. Jing Yuan’s hands, strong and capable from centuries of leadership, trembled ever so slightly as he adjusted his grip. His heart pounded in his chest, not with the rush of battle, but with something gentler, more protective.

“They’re so small,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking. The weight of the moment seemed heavier than any military battle he had ever faced.

He looked down at the baby, his eyes reflecting the love and wisdom he had accumulated over centuries. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead, and for once, the world seemed still.

“I will protect you, little one,” he vowed quietly, the soft flutter of his capes the only sound in the room. “You will know peace, just as we do.” His fingers gently stroked their tiny hand, and in that instant, Jing Yuan knew that the battle for this child’s future would be his most important yet.

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sugarlywhispers · 9 months ago

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b.katsuki x reader (fem) | prohero!bakugou x ex!reader (civilian)

a.n; HEAVY ANGST. PREPARE YOUSELVES TO CRY LIKE BABIES (like i did while writing this😭). Also, heavily inspired by this scene of a k-drama (LINK), but it doesn't follow the story of it or anything. I only used a little bit of the dialogue cuz 💔💔💔💔

02:01 a.m.

It's very late at night and Katsuki knows he shouldn’t be here. The moon is up in the night sky, shining bright, and the cold, winter wind would chill any other person’s bones. Yet he runs hot, so his level of cold is minimal; still, he wears his puff jacket, zipped up, and hands inside his pockets. The hoody over his head conceals his person a bit, yet it’s not necessary considering how cold it is no soul is wandering the streets. No sane person would willingly take a night walk in this weather.

Thanks to the old hag and dad for the quirk they give him, he literally is a walking human heater.

That’s what you used to call him.

Katsuki sighs, the air he breathes out creating a mist that evaporates quickly due to the weather. He knows for sure you’d be cold right now. He would never admit it out loud, but even though the cold made it a tiny bit hard for him to use his quirk to its full potential, he liked the cold thanks to you. Or well, he liked the fact that you would stick to his side and be all over him thanks to how warm he was.

Your own personal human heater, it’s what you mockingly called him, smiling as you hide your face in his neck, arms hugging his torso inside his opened jacket –the same one he’s currently wearing, that you gifted him for one of his birthdays. Your body would stick so close to his, like trying to become one with him. Bakugou Katsuki would never admit it out loud, but he loved that you did that. He loved that you were so small compared to him that you would practically disappear from view whenever his body shielded yours. He loved that your cold nose over the skin of his neck made him want to purr like some stupid cat, spreading tingles all over his body.

He loved that you used him for warmth when you were cold.

He loved you. He still fucking does. He loves you so fucking much it hurts.

And he knows you’re probably cold now.

And he’s not your human heater anymore. That hurts even more.

Katsuki sighs again, the vapor of his breath colliding with his face once again, as he stops in his tracks looking down at his shoes. He doesn’t need to look to know where he is. He has been taking this route on purpose for the last month.

He doesn’t know why he is doing this to himself. Maybe he is a fucking masochist who loves getting his heart beaten bloody and in pain. Yeah, maybe that’s it. Or maybe is because he still loves you and he couldn’t get you out of his head since Izuku shot him with the news.

You’re back. You're back in Japan. You even made your dream come true and opened a cozy coffee shop in the center of Tokyo, like you always wanted.

Katsuki had stayed. He stayed in Japan. He even made his own dream come true and became a successful pro hero, ranking number 2 –right behind Deku, but always competing with him for the first spot that goes up and down between the two. Like he always wanted.

You both got what you wanted. Except not all.

He doesn’t understand why he is here, in front of your little coffee shop crossing the street. Maybe he just wants a peek at you, a short glance at who you’ve become. Yet he knows. He knows you’re the freaking best. He knows you’re successful, you have always been fucking number one at everything you did. And your little business isn’t the exception. It is the talk of the city. He even saw a publicity of it on the TV yesterday. He had smiled proudly, thinking, “That’s my girl”. He had slapped his face in correction. You weren’t his anymore. He was not yours anymore. You two weren't together any-fucking-more.

Yet, here he is, yearning for a little glimpse of you like the air he needs to live.

It’s very late at night, it shouldn’t be even possible for you to be at the little shop at this hour. But if he knows you better, which he fucking does, he knows you’re there. Staying after hours to clean and let everything be prepped for the next day, like the overachiever little thing you are and always have been.

When Katsuki finally raises his head and looks, his eyes find you with ease. Your shop has glass walls, so it isn’t very difficult to distinguish where you are inside and what you’re doing. Your little form comes and goes around the empty shop, putting the last little Christmas decorations around. He chuckles, he was right, you’re still there. Figures.

He watches from a distance like he has been doing for the last month. He hadn’t run into you yet, considering his apartment is on the other side of the city –and fuck, yes, he has been avoiding patrols on this side where your coffee shop is. Call him a coward, he doesn’t fucking care. However, Izuku had bumped into you. He said you hugged him tightly, almost cried even, saying how much you have missed everyone. It made Katsuki wonder if he was included.

He snorts. Wouldn’t his wretched heart love that. Fucking masochist.

Katsuki watches you struggle a bit with an old ladder that you set right at the open door of the shop, clearly intending to climb it, decorations on your hands to put right over the frame. He frowns when you climb two steps and the ladder trembles. Fuck, you're fucking serious?? It’s pretty clear the thing is old enough to already be made barbecue fire. Why the hell do you have that thing?? After you’ve climbed almost half of it and still don’t reach the frame, the stupid ladder shaking like is about to fucking break under you, his worry said enough. His legs move fast, almost without will, but fully knowing you’re about to kiss the fucking floor thanks to that old ladder if he doesn’t move quickly.

When he gets closer, he hears the distinctive crack of wood and your small worried gasp as you fall. You never get to touch the floor, because Bakugou Katsuki is already there, catching you on time.

Your eyes find his, opened wide in surprise. The warmth you used to hold in them is still there, capturing him like a moth stuck in honey, and he feels like he can breathe again.

“Kat– Bakugou…” The almost slip of his name doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you, tinting your cheeks in a cute shade of pink. Ah, yes, the little sparks inside his being you produced every time you even looked at him are still there too. He thought he had already extinguished them. But no, they’re still there.

“H-hi,” he wanted his voice to sound more sure, more firm. Yet it sounded like his throat was dry and constricted. Like he was holding back a fucking cry –which is true.

His eyes are glued to yours, his arms hold you tight against his body as both your breathing go back to normal. He doesn’t want to be the first one to break with any contact, so he waits. He enjoys this little bubble that’s been created between you two after years of not knowing anything about each other. Of being so far away from each other that Katsuki felt for the first time the piercing cold everyone talks about in winter. It literally felt like years of winter for him. A cold and merciless winter that made his heartache burn. And now, a simple touch, a closeness of your body to his, and he feels like spring just bloomed again.

How fucking pathetic of him.

“Hi,” you finally answer back, your breath colliding with his face. He breathes it in, feeling like that is just all he needs to survive –at least for one more second. The shy smile that adorns your face makes him want to smother you in kisses all over your face like he used to do. But he can’t. He fucking can’t now.

“I… Thanks,” your beautiful smiling eyes make him want to punch his stomach so the damn butterflies stop fluttering.

“Your ladder was fucking old,” he complains, putting your feet back on the ground.

Your giggles sound like the symphony of heaven in Katsuki’s ears.

“I know, I shouldn’t have trusted it would help me at all.”

“You could have had a stupid accident, dumbass,” he squats to pick up the broken pieces of the ladder and what was left of it under your watch.

He doesn’t see the way you smile at him, but he hears you say, “Some things never change, huh?”

You’re right. His feelings for you would never change. And, fucking hell, he tried. He tried so hard not to feel anything for you all these years. Yet every mention of your name made him melt like a weak ass marshmallow in a hot chocolate drink. He even found himself daydreaming about seeing you, talking to you, touching you in any way you would let him.

Again, how fucking pathetic.

Bakugou Katsuki hasn’t stopped loving you since the day you parted ways.

It had been a mutual decision. He was very focused on his training and work to be a pro hero; lots of agencies wanted him to join. You were surrounded by options too, yet you decided to quit any hero dream you once had and chose to live a mundane, quiet life. That’s when Thirteen offered to speak of you to a colleague in the USA for a scholarship to join a cooking course. Katsuki saw your eyes shine lively, happy when you told him.

He knew then and there that you were going away from him. And he was not going to stop you. You had your dream, he had his. He was never going to make you choose between him and your dream. Because if he had to pick between you and his own, he would have picked his dream. Don’t misunderstand, he loved you, and still does, to death. But both of you were young, kids trying to find a path in the new world left after the war. Healing, failing, succeeding. Sometimes tripping down and getting back up. You were simply kids trying to understand life. Not that it has been any easier as adults, on the contrary. But now the circumstances are different. All of you have matured, gotten wise even. And it’s that same wisdom that made Katsuki not reach out to you again, despite his all-consuming feelings for you.

Bakugou Katsuki is now pro hero Dynamight, one of the most successful heroes of this generation. Which also means, he is a target most of the time. Villains hate him as much as he hates them.

Katsuki would cut his own hands himself if something ever happened to you, especially if it was because of him.

“Where do you want this trash?” He asks standing up and looking back at you. Your eyes shine, glassy and watering looking under the night lights. His chest tightens when he realizes you’re holding back tears. Fuck, he can’t look at you, or he’ll start fucking crying too.

“T-there’s… umm…” you clear your throat, trying to find your normal voice. “There’s a small closet at the back of the shop, on the left side. Just throw it there.”

Katsuki nods, entering the nice coffee shop and following your directions. This whole interaction is more than he expected, more than he hoped for. He has been watching you from afar, like a pathetic stalker. Avoiding to breathe in the same direction you did. Because of this.

The tears. The yearning. The fucking love that clouded every sense in him. All for you.

When he walks back to the front of the shop, he finds you sitting at one of the small tables for two. You’re holding a cup of something, and another waits for him in the seat in front of you.

Katsuki takes one deep breath in before walking towards where you are. He sits but you don’t look at him, you’re looking down at the cup between your small hands. He slightly smiles, he knows what you’re doing. Your hands are always cold, so you like holding the cup between your hands with anything warm in it to try to warm them. You have done this since he could remember, and that thought makes his insides sparkle. You haven’t changed at all.

Yet many things have changed.

The sweet and warm smell of hot chocolate fills his nostrils, and the smile widens on his face as he sees the contents of his cup. Katsuki isn’t the type to like sweet things, yet your hot chocolate has always been his weakness.

He hasn’t had it in years, since you moved away to another continent, so he can avoid to enjoy quite thoroughly the first sip. And yeah, it tastes just as he remembers. All you.

There’s silence. He doesn’t push a conversation and neither do you. You both just drink your hot cocoa and wait. Wait for anyone to gather some courage and say something.

There’s so much to say, so much to ask, so much to answer. Yet the bubble is nice and cozy, Katsuki really doesn’t want to be the one to pop it.

Right at the last sip of the drink, you are the one who decides to finally pop the bubble.

“I know,” it’s all you say, and Katsuki understands it perfectly.

You know he has been around. You know he has been watching from afar, carefully protecting you from the shadows. You know he has sent Izuku and Eijirou more times than he cares to admit just so he knew you were okay, safe. You know it had been Katsuki the one who dealt with that piece of trash who left the shop without paying and sent the money via mailing to you. You know he was the one who hung the big sign of your shop after it fell due to a strong windy day. You know he has been aware of every one of your moves around the shop for a month.

You know.

“I was… I didn’t want to-...” His voice breaks when he looks up and sees the tears running down your cheeks. His own eyes fill with uncontrollable tears he knows he won’t be able to hold back any longer either.

For the first time, Katsuki thinks his heart won’t survive this.

Despite this, he smiles genuinely at you and asks, “H-how have you been doing?”

You don’t break eye contact as you clean the tears from your face and murmur a simple, “Good.”

Katsuki knows himself well, and he knows he is a complete bastard. Because it pisses him off. It makes him mad that you’re good when he carries this turmoil of feelings for you that are making him go insane day by day.

He feels his insides bursting, all the emotions spilling out from his being pathetically as he cries in front of you. “Really?” One nod in answer. And he can’t stand looking at your facade of neutral features as tears keep escaping your eyes in betrayal.

Katsuki snorts, forearms leaning over the table and his head hanging low, “Why it fuckin’ annoys me that you’re doing well? Damn it.”

“You don’t actually mean that…”

“I do, I always mean everything I fuckin’ say,” he leans back against the chair, eyes going back to yours. His probably are even redder thanks to his tears, just like yours already look puffy from yours.

Katsuki decides then that this is the moment. This is the moment to finally pour out everything he has been carrying inside for you.

“Because you see, as I’m sure you’re aware now, day by fuckin’ day, I’m dying a little more inside without you. And you’re just– doing well.”

The sudden cry that leaves your being makes him want to hold you, and the little sobs only sink him more into the pit of feelings he named ‘Y/N’. Because he hasn’t been able to get out of it, nor has he actually put enough effort to, swimming there painfully pleasantly.

And yet… there you are. Doing well.

So well, that you are going to marry another guy.

Katsuki stretches his arm over the table and reaches without struggle the wrist of one of your hands that hides your crying face. You let him bring that hand toward the table, and he holds it in between his. He smiles again; he was right, your hands are always cold.

“Y-you waited…” you weep, your other hand resting over your chest, right where your heart is.

He nods, “I waited…”

You close your eyes, head going to a side and sobbing again. It hurts him so much to see you like this, just as much as the thought of another man being the carer of that precious heart of yours.

“Oh, Katsuki…”

The way you whimper his name like it physically hurts you, made him want to vomit. It brought a new deep pain to his chest that he doubts he is ever going to recover from.

There’s silence again, both of you sniffing and trying to gather your emotions back in control.

He doesn’t know why he came here. Probably he needed a confirmation of what Izuku told him after his first encounter with you.

“She’s going to marry, Kacchan,” Izuku’s words had been like an ice-cold bucket of water thrown at his back, leaving him breathless and distressed. But it didn’t compare with the next bomb, “because she’s pregnant. She wanted the ceremony to be here, in commemoration of her parents.”

He pucked right then and there; Izuku being the best fucking friend he always has been tended to Katsuki’s breakdown that day. The nerd even held him in a tight hug as he bawled his soul out.

But again, the pain doesn’t compare to the living proof right in front of his eyes now.

The hand he’s holding in between his is the one where an engagement ring adorns your beautiful finger. A ring that should have been from him, and not that other guy.

The very discreet little bump on your abdomen he got to feel when he caught you when you fell from the old ladder makes him boil with frustration. That should have been his little brat inside you, and not the other guy’s.

Bakugou Katsuki really feels like a sword has stroked right through the middle of his heart.

And it doesn’t matter anymore, he’s going to die watching from afar how the love of his life is being united to another guy. Well, you already are.

Ah.

Katsuki didn’t mind the cold. The quirk his parents gave him made him run hot most of the time.

Yet, from now on, Katsuki thinks he��s going to feel the piercing cold everyone talks about in winter forever.

He thinks he’s going to hate the cold now.

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h4m1lt0ns · 1 year ago

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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode thirteen :: RIBBONS & TEA.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various drivers x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔the groupchat returns, and while lewis is feeling a bit funny, y/n casually gives everyone a heart attack and calls it a surprise.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

honey badger: avengers assemble.

honey banger: i have easily the most important tea to spill today.

y/n: “hear yee! hear yee!” ahh text

girlfriend kika: LMFAO

babygirl alex: hear yee 😭😭😭

honey badger: it’s about max

girlfriend kika: i ain’t laughing no more ��

chal eclair: what does he want

chili!: no bc after the shit his team pulled i don’t think i wanna hear from anyone abt him

angel carmen: wait is it important

honey badger: it’s abt the billboards incident

princess george: oh.

my baby lando: oH?

yukino: 🔪?

honey badger: might be necessary this time

alabono: he is personally involved isn’t he 😐

honey badger: yep.

my baby lando: wait oscar needs to see this

MY BABY LANDO added PAPAYA BABY #2

papaya baby #2: i love it here already

wifey lily: oh i’m so sat

honey badger: i was ‘hanging out’ with max before the suzuka race to make it seem like we’re chill. i wasn’t there to hang w him i had a mission.

my baby lando: okay okay

chal eclair: 🤨

honey badger: i managed to get ahold of his phone then i waited until he left his drivers room

honey badger: then i switched my phone case with his to make it look like i was on my phone while i was going through his

y/n

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honey badger: so i go through his messages and find a deleted group chat. a group chat with the employees that red bull fired.

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y/n: setting up a zoom call rn we need to brainstorm

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papaya baby #2: thanks mum 🫶🏻

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pankowcrumbs · 2 months ago

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Will Poulter Masterlist

Requests: Open

💕Fluff 🌶️Smut 18+ ❤️‍🩹 Angst 🖤Sad 💛Male reader ❤️‍🔥 possessive

💔 heartbreak

Prompt List and Characters who I write for.

Main MasterList

🌶️ Spanish holiday (Long one shot)

You fell for your older brother's best friend Will on a family trip to Spain and it is the best thing you ever did.

💕 Kingston's (one shot)

You and Will fall in love on set of a show called Kingston's.

💕 Broken (one shot)

You are exhausted from taking care of your baby alone cause of Will's work schedule but he comes home and makes it all better

💕 Set (one shot)

You are a makeup artist on Set and you and Will Shamelessly flirt

💕Matchmaker (one shot)

You and Will are set up at a house party.

💕Find our way back (one shot)

when you were younger you and Will weren't ready but now years later you are.

💕 By chance (one shot)

a chance encounter with Will leads to something more.

💕 Fifteen (series)

Chapter 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

Seeing Will after fifteen years.

💕🖤Hardest goodbye (one shot)

You and Will Break up but years later he crashes your wedding confessing his love for you.

💕Together (one shot requested)

You and Will are so supportive of each others acting careers.

💕Daddy (one shot)

Will Finally can live up to his nickname of Daddy because you're pregnant and he is just the most supportive partner.

🌶️ Honeymoon (one shot Requested)

Spicy time after a silly argument on your honeymoon.

💕First time dad (one shot Requested)

Will talks about your crazy kids on talk shows.

❤️‍🔥 Mine (one shot)

Will becomes abnormally possessive when he feels threatened by your co star.

💕 The Line Between Us (one shot)

The line is crossed between Will and his new agent.

💕Written All Over Our Faces (one shot)

Will and You do the Vanity fair lie detector test

💕Tasked with Falling (one shot)

You and Will are on Taskmaster UK and fall for eachother.

💕Married (one shot requested)

only your friends and family knows you and Will are dating until you both get married and share it with the world

💕Public (one shot requested)

After keeping your relationship secret for 3 years you both make it public.

💕Home Birth (one shot requested)

You have a home birth and Will is so supportive even though it scares the shit out of him.

💕 Music Video (one shot requested)

You're a singer and Will is cast as the love interest in your new music video.

💕 Coffee (one shot requested)

You and Will meet over spilled coffee and shared Bad ex stories but he is determined to show you how to be treated right.

💕Love of a lifetime (one shot requested)

Your proposal and wedding with Will.

💕🌶️ First time (one shot requested)

Your First time having Sex

💕Anxiety (one shot requested)

Will gets anxiety before your wedding worried he isn't good enough.

💕 PR relationship (one shot)

You and Will are forced into a PR relationship.

💕 Shared hotel room (one shot)

You dropped your Key card so end up sharing a hotel room with Will.

💕 Sick (one shot)

You are sick and Will takes care of you and the internet falls in love with how caring he is.

💕 Don’t ever touch her again (one shot)

Will punches the guy at the club who lays a hand on you.

🌶️ Something Like Magic (one shot Requested)

You and Will have sex after only dating for a few weeks.

💕 The three of us (long one shot Requested)

Your twin brother is getting married and your ex-friend and kind of ex-flame Will is the best man and he brings his new girlfriend to the wedding.

💕 I love you (Short one shot Requested)

Will tells you he loves you for the first time

💕 Only yours (one shot Requested)

You get jealous seeing Will and his co-star have an intimate scene.

💕 Stache (one shot)

Will comes home with a moustache for a movie.

💕 Distance (one shot)

You and Will deal with the long distance on facetime.

💕 Bad day (one shot)

You have a bad day at work and come home and just break but Will is always there to make it better.

❤️‍🔥 Confession (one shot Requested)

Will cheats and you have to remind him why he will never do that again.

🌶️ Louder than words one shot Requested)

You and Will have a fight at an event and In the car on the way home you have Car sex.

💕 GQ (one shot Requested)

You and Will hard launch on the GQ Couples Quiz.

💕 Discomfort (one shot Requested)

You experience discomfort while pregnant.

💕 Devastated (one shot Requested)

Will asks you to marry him but you let the fear control you and say no but you really wanted to say yes.

💕Designated Driver (one shot Requested)

You get drunk and Will is the designated driver and looks after you.

💕 Therapy (one shot Requested)

Will comes home after a rough therapy session.

💕 Baby Blues (one shot)

You're experiencing postpartum depression and Will is such a supportive partner.

💕The Perfect Height (one shot)

You are 5 foot and Will is 6 foot 3 and you navigate love with a height difference.

💕🌶️Off script (one shot)

You and Will Practice the intimate scenes in your hotel room.

💕 For the record (one shot Requested)

Will's ex is pretending like they are still dating online and Will makes sure to show the world who he really loves.

💕 The Whole of Me (one shot Requested)

Will opens up about his OCD which helps you open up about your anxiety.

💕 It all started at a party

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

You and Will meet at a party and then get set up from there. (Split POV story)

💕The warfare love triangle

Will's ending

A choose-your-own-ending story with a love triangle with Will, Joseph and Charles on the set of Warfare where they each try to swoon and charm you.

💕Five lost years (one shot)

Will discovers he has a five-year-old child from a previous relationship and you both now have to navigate this new dynamic.

💕 My brothers mate (one shot Requested)

You meet Will through your brother Michael and explore getting to know each other and dealing with life and fame.

💕 Best actress (one shot Requested)

You win your first Oscar for best actress.

💕 Final girl (CRequested)

You are known as the Final girl in a horror movie and Will is cast as the Villain in the sequel.

💕 Cut short (one shot Requested)

You surprise Will by cutting your hair short.

💔If It All Fell Apart (one shot)

Story is inspired by the song If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels.

💕Caught in the act (one shot)

You and Will get papped making out outside a party and now have to deal with the press and your PR agents.

💕 The Distance Between Us (one shot)

Prompt - “We can still be friends" "I was going to marry you, you idiot"

💕 Just Friends Part 2

You and Will are just friends well so you convince yourselves and everyone else but when your cast mates set you up at a dinner for a talk show that might not be the case anymore.

💕 🌶️ The Babysitter (Long multiple part story)

Will hires you to help out with his two twin boys as he is a single dad and you both fall in love along the way.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

💕First Period (one shot requested)

Your daughter gets her first period sending Will spiralling.

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solarmorrigan · 4 months ago

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💔 not enough - steve and hopper

This one gave me the chance to resurrect a scene I've had in mind for quite a while!

14. Not Enough - Hopper & Steve

cw: implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced domestic violence, referenced canon-typical violence

It’s silent as Hopper drives, the air a little awkward and stilted. Steve still isn’t sure what to say, what to do. They’d stopped off at his parents’ house to pick up his stuff (and Steve had tried to tell Hopper that it wasn’t necessary for him to come along, that his parents wouldn’t even be home, but Hopper had just opened the passenger side door of his truck and told Steve to get in; he’s a difficult man to argue with when he refuses to acknowledge he’s being argued with), and they’re on their way to the cabin now. It’s a safe place, an easy place to be, but Steve can’t help the mounting anxiety in his chest as they draw closer.

He hadn’t expected this when he’d turned up at Eddie’s place last night, the bruise around his eye still fresh and swelling, his lip only just beginning to scab over. He hadn’t wanted to cause a fuss, he’d just wanted somewhere to stay the night, to wait out his dad’s temper. But Eddie had more than fussed – he’d gotten Wayne involved, who had gotten Hopper involved, which had somehow led to Steve being given a choice: he could stay at the trailer with Eddie and Wayne, or he could take the spare room at the newly constructed Hopper-Byers cabin (not so much a cabin as a large house at this point, but the name had stuck).

Or – well, he could also have gone home. No one is holding him hostage, but he could imagine Wayne’s resigned sigh and Hopper’s disappointed scowl and the way Eddie and Robin would have worried over him if he’d said no, and he hadn’t wanted any of that. No one is supposed to worry over him.

It isn’t supposed to be like this.

This is Steve’s problem, and he shouldn’t have made it into anyone else’s. But as long as they had been expecting him to make a choice–

He loves it at the trailer with Eddie and Wayne, but they’re pressed for space as it is; Steve hadn’t wanted to intrude any further. And that just left Hopper and Joyce’s spare room.

Steve sighs and shifts his seat. He isn’t doing a great job hiding his mood, he knows he isn’t, but Hopper lets the silence ride until they reach the cabin. Once Steve is out of the truck, though, rounding the front to head up to the house, Hopper stops him with a hand on his shoulder, giving him a searching kind of look that makes Steve’s spine itch.

“If you’ve got something to say, you’d better get it out now, because once Joyce gets you in her clutches, you’re not escaping.”

Steve sighs, running a hand over his face, like maybe he can wipe away whatever it is Hopper’s picking up on. “It’s… not that I’m not grateful, but you shouldn’t have to do this. You shouldn’t be, like– putting yourself out just for me.”

Hopper raises his brows at Steve. “Is that what we’re doing?” he asks, and Steve can’t help but huff.

“Driving me around and helping me get my crap and – and letting me stay in your house, yeah, it sounds like kind of an imposition.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m sure you have other stuff to worry about. You shouldn’t feel like you have to take care of me, or something, I can– I can take it. It’s okay.”

“That’s– whatever you’re thinking, Harrington, that’s not what this is,” Hopper says. “This isn’t pity, or charity, or whatever the fuck else. You say you can take it, but you shouldn’t have to. This is just what we do for each other. What we’re supposed to do – we look out for each other.”

And something about that – it hits Steve in just the wrong spot.

It hits him in the spot he tries to pretend doesn’t exist, the spot filled with anger and doubt, where he wonders why he has to be there for everyone else but no one is there for him, where he shoves all the loneliness and want and tries to wall it away. It hits like a bolt of lightning and illuminates everything.

“Why now?” Steve asks.

“What?” Hopper’s brows draw together.

“Why now? Why does it suddenly matter now?” Steve isn’t really asking anymore. “Why not when I was thirteen, when my dad hit me the first time? Why not when Hargrove beat the shit out of me and no one ever even came by to make sure I wasn’t dead? Or after I got– after the Russians got me and I didn’t have anyone to drive me home from the fucking hospital? Why now?” He should stop, he knows he should stop, he isn’t being fair, there’s always been a good reason, but he just – can’t. “Is it because there’s nothing else going on right now? No other emergencies, so it’s okay to finally fucking– like– what, I survived infected bat bites from another dimension, but my dad gives me a black eye and that’s when everyone decides to pay attention?”

By the time Steve runs out of steam, petering off with his voice half-cracking as he demands to know what the hell is different now, something has changed about Hopper. He looks – small, almost. Tired, and older than Steve really remembers him looking.

“Kid, I–” Hopper starts; he breaks off and runs a hand over his mouth, staring for just a moment at the ground, like he can’t quite meet Steve’s eyes. “We fucked up. I know we did. We let you slip through the cracks because we didn’t have to worry about your parents breathing down our necks and because you… you were just so fucking quiet about it.” he shakes his head. He’s looking up at Steve now, like he can’t stop, his gaze intense. “And that’s not an excuse. You put everything on the line, again and again, and you kept those kids safe, and we dropped the ball on you every goddamn time. We fucked up, we never kept you safe.

“I’m not asking you to – I don’t know, fucking forgive us, or even trust us at this point. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to. If you change your mind and want to stay at the Munson’s, I’ll take you there. But you have a place here. As long as you need it.” Hopper shrugs loosely. “We’ll try to do better, Steve. Maybe that’s not enough, but that’s the best I’ve got.”

Objectively, it probably isn’t much.

Still, it’s more than Steve’s ever been promised, and wavers on the edge, inclined to take it.

“I don’t… I don’t really know what you want from me,” he admits quietly.

Hopper shakes his head. “Nothing. Just come inside.”

Arms crossed tight over his chest, Steve nods slowly. “Okay,” he manages.

Hopper’s hand is on his shoulder again, and Steve expects a pat, or maybe a reassuring squeeze, but he finds himself instead drawn close with one of Hopper’s arms resting heavily across his shoulders with a weight more reassuring than Steve expected it to be. He drops his own arms so they aren’t pinned between him and Hopper; he doesn’t quite hug back, but he lets himself relax a little against Hopper’s chest. He feels solid against Steve. He feels safe.

Maybe what Hopper’s offering him won’t be enough. Maybe it’s too little, too late. But if they’re going to try, then Steve wants to try, too.

He thinks maybe it will be okay.

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meolia · 2 months ago

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. *. ⋆ twisted wonderland: how dateable are they? (heartslabyul ver.)

a/n: so. back in 2022/2023 i vaguely remember doing this on an old blog i had and i thought, since im obsessed with this game again i should redo it with newfound knowledge el oh el / oh and feel free to debate me on this i just need people to talk to 💔 . also i apologize that the cons have more words than the pros because i have a lot to say about them BYEHEYE

cw: profanity, troubled teenage boys, no sugarcoating, involves content from the vignettes, main story & events from the eng server, involves SOME headcanons.

1 (extremely undateable), 10 (extremely dateable); im also kind of biased but i swear to remain neutral💔💔💔

SAVANACLAW | other parts tba.

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts

PROS: hardworking, determined and adaptable. we've seen this guy study so hard ever since he popped out of the womb and it resulting in him coming out on top, and he could've easily skipped a few grades because of how smart he is academically and magically. he's also able to remain coolheaded in stressful situations, oftentimes coming up with (usually) rational solutions. he's also really cute when it comes to cakes/tarts. he'd get mad on your behalf, he'd also be kinder towards you, he'd offer to tutor you on subjects you don't understand and tries to be patient, just for you. chronically offline (thats a good thing yes)

CONS: well. first, he's got some serious anger issues he needs to work on; it's not his fault per se, but with how unpredictable the bursts of angers are will probably be tiring. he takes offense to a lot of things and admittedly, he's better post OB but he's still got a long way to go. second, his obsession with the queen of hearts' rules are INsane. there's been instances where he expects outsiders that aren't even in heartslabyul to abide by her rules which is,,, haha lol ermmmmm. he'd probably expect you to do the same. just because youre his partner doesn't mean he'd let you go scot-free if you break any one of them...! again, he's better post OB but still. third, his mother and overall tense family relationship. he's probably this way because of his mother's influence and insane expectations of him, so it won't be very surprising if his mother has a LOT of opinions on you. lastly, he lacks joy and whimsy. he literally never watches movies or play games etc., deeming them unnecessary which is insane????????? HOLY crap im surprised hes still intact

MY FINAL VERDICT: 7/10 — he would make a decent boyfriend. me personally i probably wouldnt date him people like him stress me out but each to their own! he needs to sort himself out before even thinking of dating though

Trey Clover

PROS: he's very big brother like, the kind that's reassuring and makes you feel safe whenever he's near. he rarely gets mad, and if he does, he wouldn't resort to yelling or act irrational. mature, maybe overly so for a guy his age and surrounded by the people he's around, but that's a plus for him. CAN COOK AND CAN BAKE. his family owns a bakery too so you'd probably get discounts because you're dating him. also, his love language is probably acts of service so you can probably expect him to carry most of your stuff, help you with organizing spaces etc. gives in easily... could be both a pro and con. soft-spoken teeheeHEE... he didn't make it into the top 30 of male characters japanese women want to date for no reason.

CONS: that god awful fucking obsession he has with cleaning teeth. OH my god the way he was all like "im the only normal one here omfgggg" during twisted halloween part 2 and then when sebek mentions that his father is a dentist he immediately starts smiling WIDELY and kept pressing him for more info about his dad's dental work like that scene of shrek signing a contract by that little man. whenever he mentions "brushing your teeth" it's going to sound like a threat even when he doesn't mean it that way. going back to gives in easily; it'll become a problem because you know damn well he'd go "umm... nevermind" very often.

MY FINAL VERDICT: 8/10. deducted two points because im genuinely terrified of his cleaning teeth HOBBY. otherwise id say he'd make a really sweet boyfriend. would date, probably.

Cater Diamond

PROS: he's chill, laid-back and easygoing (are there any differences between those three words im sobbing). he plays mediator during tense situations, and he offers peaceful resolutions (most of the time). perceptive, and he's got some nice intuitions. his psychic abilities are cray craaay... I just stared at what I typed for a full minute. I'm never doing that EVER again. he's usually optimistic, and he's also really cheerful so if you like some rainbows in your life, he's your guy. i KNOW he's good at photography since he posts on magicam so much & probably has a decent following. he would take the most godly pictures of you if you wanted. i think he'd break his back and knees to get that angle for you.

CONS: The way he incorporates hashtags in almost every single conversation will kill me. youd be talking about something horrid that happened to you that day and he'd say some shit like "oh no! that's hashtag #diabolical!" (double hashtags since the game does that... ik they dont mean it like that but i just feel like that'd be funny). apparently has a death glare so terrifying it'd kill a man on the spot? you'd either be wetting your pants or be more attracted to him. either way, if you guys ever get into a heated argument and he pulls that out umm bless you i think? and he maybe posts on magicam. too much. it'd be something insignificant and not very worth journalling but he'd take a picture anyways and post it online with some long stupid hashtags like #DelightfulFurry #HotPinkBangin #OneWithTheCrowd with an image of heartslabyul freshmen wearing pink and feeding the flamingoes. but i guess that's part of his charm...?

MY FINAL VERDICT: 7/10. he's handsome and he's a cool guy but the way he talks in hashtags and how he lives on magicam will be a big fat turnoff for me. if you like it, good for you! cay-cay would make me decay-cay!

Ace Trappola

PROS: he'd get mad on your behalf (see to when he punched riddle in the face because he insulted mc). cares for you even if he doesn't admit it outwardly, but will do stuff in the background to help you, even if just a little bit like that time in the halloween event where he and deuce personally went to ask the ghosts to make a costume for mc and grim so they wouldn't have to miss out. playful, there wouldn't be a day that's boring when with him.

CONS: got an extremely loose tongue that got him into trouble loads of times. can't really shut up which is very bad...! he sometimes doesn't think before speaking so ahaha. SO irresponsible sometimes he can fight grim on that. remember when he ran from his punishment at the start of the game? yeah. also is really embarrassing sometimes i have to turn my phone off to ponder about life whenever he says some stupid crap that WILL come back and bite him in the ass later on. also will probably get bored of you? like that one time he ghosted his middle school girlfriend because he doesn't wanna do it anymore... eeeeyikes.

MY FINAL VERDICT: 6/10. the honeymoon phase will be the best, and the rest you just gotta hope he doesn't pull an average teenage boy.

Deuce Spade

PROS: so so so extremely sweet. is willing to do almost anything to make it up to you if he ever wronged you. is willing to change, like how he decided to try and become a model student because he saw his mom crying about him being a delinquent, so if he has any flaws/bad habits that make you uncomfortable he'd try to be better. brave, like stupidly so. was ready to fight malleus in malleus's sr lab coat vignette even if it meant he'd die LMFAOOO. he's also someone who'd get mad on your behalf, but even more than ace. dude WILL get into a brawl with ten people for you. passionate. he'd also be so gentle and kind towards you like how he treats mc in game, never raising his voice at you and if he inadvertently does it he'd apologize immediately. his determination is amazing too. his love for eggs is also really cute... sorry im just rambling now i just really love him bye

CONS: oblivious and very gullible. there's been SO many times where he agrees too fast or just believed everything without a fact check. like in glorious masquerade where azul was talking to him about taking his UM he just went "okay!" without asking why. would probably get into a lot of unneeded trouble for this fact alone.

MY FINAL VERDICT: 10/10. this is a bias on my part but he'd make the sweetest and most amazing boyfriend EVER. he's trying!!! he really is!!! i think he's charmingly idiotic gahahahha hhahaa

HEARTSLABYUL MOST DATEABLE TO LEAST DATEABLE:

DEUCE > TREY > CATER > RIDDLE > ACE

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yerrmar · 6 months ago

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❧ GLUE SONG pt6☙

warning: swearing, cheesy ass kissing scene, kind of implies doing more than kissing, she/her usage for reader.

summary: you hate the whole of your dads hockey team except his and your favourite player Luke Castellan.

evie’s notes: i haven’t written a kiss scene in a while so im sorry if it’s shit and cringey💔

pt5

You could hear your heartbeat in your head, your stomach churned with nerves. Luke Castellan, the boy you've despised since the day you met him because of how arrogant and cocky he is, is now making you feel so weak in the knees. The mere thought of him even laying a finger on you makes your whole world shake. But why?

Because he complimented you once? Or because his cockiness can be quite attractive at times? Maybe because the boy looks like he was hand made sculpted by the Gods. Either way, this feeling towards him was so unfamiliar yet it felt so natural.

You didn't even have time to fully get yourself together before he showed up at your door, the boy lived 20 minutes away yet got there 5 minutes after he texted you. Slowly, you peeked out your window to try and capture a glimpse of him before being face to face with that damn smirk of his that made you either want to punch his face or kiss his lips.

His dark, curly hair clung to his forehead, damp from the rain, spilling over just enough to shield his eyes. He was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants and of course a compression shirt, it looked like he'd just come from the gym which really didn't help your screaming heart.

You barely gave him time to knock on the door before you threw it open and closed the door behind you, stupidly forgetting that it was currently pouring down. And there it was, that fucking smirk he wore like a crown.

"Hey, princess." Oh gods, was he trying to kill you? His eyes moved slowly over you, lingering on every curve, every line, as if he was studying a masterpiece—finding beauty in both what was perfectly in place and what was deemed imperfect. "The jersey really does look better on you."

You roll your eyes, unable to hide the smile creeping onto your face. "Oh, shut up," you say, crossing your arms, your voice sharp but your gaze betraying you. "You really think I'm going to fall for that?"

Luke grins, taking a slow step forward. "Fall for what? The truth? That jersey's practically made for you." His eyes flicker over you, deliberate and teasing, but there's a warmth in his gaze that he knows you can't ignore.

You scoff, turning away to hide the flush creeping up your neck. "Gods, you're unbearable."

He steps in your path, cornering you just enough to make you feel the tension between you. "Because you secretly love it," he says, voice lowering a touch. "You like it when I push your buttons."

Your eyes snap to his, and you force a scowl. "You have a ridiculous amount of confidence for someone who can't take a hint."

"Yeah?" Luke leans in a little closer, his smirk never faltering. "Funny. You've been giving me plenty of hints, princess. We gonna ignore that tweet you posted?"

You stare at him, lips parted, but you can't keep the smile from tugging at the corners of your mouth. "You're infuriating," you mutter, but it's half-hearted at best.

"And yet, here you are," he says, grinning even wider. "Outside in the rain with me."

You don't know what came over you at that moment because one minute you were shivering from the pouring rain and the next your body was suddenly filled with warmth when you pulled him into a tight embrace, your heart racing in your chest. Luke's eyes widened for a moment surprised by your bold action, but softened quickly into a look of tenderness as your lips met his in a soft, sweet kiss. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you against his broad chest, as he returned the kiss with a gentle passion. Your bodies pressed close together, you could feel the warmth of his body against your own, chasing away the cold from the rain that still poured around you. Gods this was so cliche.

"What was that for?" Luke asked, his voice low and warm, a small smirk on his lips.

Your cheeks flushed with heat, and you averted your gaze from his intense stare, suddenly feeling shy and flustered. "I—I don't know," you managed to stammer out, your voice breathless. "It just felt right, in the moment..."

He chuckled softly, Luke's hands still wrapped around your waist, his thumbs rubbing slow, comforting circles against your skin. "Well, I'm not complaining," he said, his smirk widening. You tried to come up with a snarky reply, but your mind was a swirling mess of emotions.

He noticed the flush and teased you even further. "Wow, you're speechless for once, that's new."

You huffed in annoyance, trying to hide your growing embarrassment, but it was hard when he was so close, his eyes fixed on you with that infuriatingly charming smirk. "Can you not be so annoying for once," you muttered, your voice soft.

Luke smirked, moving a strand of your soaking her that was stuck to your face behind your ear making you feel like you were about to collapse. He let out a soft hum and pulled you tighter against his chest. His hands wandered under your shirt, and he began to toy with the bare skin of your hips. "Nah."

Luke didn't want to stop kissing you, not when he finally had the girl he'd been pining for since the day he met her. He dipped his head back down to pull you in for a deeper and longer kiss. His hands moved up your back, slowly lifting the fabric of your jersey as his hands roamed underneath it.

He continued to kiss you, now with even more eagerness than before. One of his hands came up and grabbed ahold of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. He pulled you as close to him as he could, not wanting any space between your bodies.

The couple's moment was interrupted by the sound of the Stoll brothers laughing and cheering. Luke broke the kiss and let out a loud huff, clearly annoyed. "God damn it.." He muttered under his breath, before turning his head to glare at the two younger demigods.

"Finally!" Connor cheered phone in hand whilst Travis whooped behind him shaking his fist in the air.

"Do you mind?" Luke huffed, whilst you stood there embarrassed as hell.

"Nope! Enjoy yourselves love birds!" Travis cooed as Connor turned around and pretended to be making out with someone.

Well, the moment was ruined, but oh gods were the butterflies going absolutely crazy in your stomach when you looked back up at Luke and he was staring at you with such tenderness, his eyes soft but full of longing, as if he could see straight into your soul. The way he looked at you—like you were the only person on earth, the only person that mattered—made your heart skip a beat. His gaze was full of love, and for a moment, it felt like the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in something unspoken but deeply felt. You let a cheesy grin take over your face "You coming in?"

travisstoll

♬the perfect pair • beabadoobee

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travisstoll FINALLY omg took them long enough

connorstoll such a moving moment i cried

travisstoll i could feel their love

thelukecastellan and then you ruined it

travisstoll i think the fact that you replied to this an 2 hours late proves we in fact did not

seaweedbrain EW EW EW

yn.ln you guys are such creeps

travisstoll you just begged me to send this to you in the dms

yn.ln your point?

xo.silena AHHHH YES OMG my babies😭

clarlarue motherfucker stole my wife wtf

c.rodriguez your wife stole my man😔

clarlarue it’s okay because we have each other🥰

thelukecastellan you’re not allowed to be cute under a post of me and my girlfriend being cute

yn.ln girlfriend? hold on when was this discussed

thelukecastellan was you taking off my shirt not implying it?

wisegirl guys can you not discuss this in person you’re literally together right now

thelukecastellan mb

thelukecastellan

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thelukecastellan i love my girlfriend😍

c.rodriguez gang you just got together

thelukecastellan and? i love my girlfriend

yn.ln i love you too😽😽 but you’re forgetting my dad follows you

thelukecastellan oh shit

thebestcoachever happy for you both not liking that last picture

thelukecastellan sorry sir😔

seaweedbrain you tell him to keep it in his pants cap🫡

thelukecastellan stfu

wisegirl finally omg going back and forth between messaging you two about each other was exhausting

yn.ln now me and luke can double date with you and percy🥰

wisegirl okay there was no need😔

seaweedbrain why would we double date?

yn.ln sh sh percy it’s okay

thelukecastellan LMFAO

tags:

@s0urw00lf @lucylovesme @blairfox04 @kidkrowk @rafslytherin

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan x you #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #imagine #luke castellan fluff #charlie bushnell x reader #luke castellan enemies to lovers #luke castellan hockey smau #luke castellan smau #pjo smau

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bitterabedasweety · 4 months ago

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Was watching The First Frost and now a scene where Sang Yan was drunk is mentioned. In hidden love a lot of us did not know what actually happened. The main focus was not on Sang Yan. It's just made me a little more sad because in Hidden love Sang Yan is a goofy but emotional big brother. It is lightly mentioned that someone is pursuing Sang Yan which we took in a comedic way. But in the graduation party Duan Xiaxu did not drink and all we thought was he doesn't drink due to his dad. We lost focus on Sang Yan who was heartbroken 😭😢💔. Our pookie brother Sang Yan was heartbroken!!!! Omg. It kinda shocked me. Anyways there has been a lot of comparison about the portrayal of Sang Yan. Victor Ma's performance moved me on the brother part however I was curious about his storyline too. I definitely wanted to see Wen Yifan there. I was also with people about casting him in The First Frost. But man!!! the The First Frost was so dark that I forgot about anything that bothered me. Poor Wen Yifan . It's a fraction of what some real women go through in their daily lives💔. Bai Jing Ting is a pookie green flag ml as Sang Yan. So, I don't have any issues with it. I'm loving both versions of Sang Yan. Both are attractive to me 🫣.

#hidden love #sang yan #sang zhi #duanxiaxu #wen yifan #first frost #the first frost #hidden love Chinese drama #the first frost Chinese drama #chinese drama #cdrama

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sufferingbooknerd · 25 days ago

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Season 2 casually ripping my heart out over Joel and Ellie and her being a part of the Miller Family no fucking question for a whole emotional ass flashback episode straight (part 2/4)

Yes this episode was so phenomenal it warranted a four-parter for this father daughter duo

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* “How long have you known about this place?”

“A while”

“Well then what the fuck?!”

“I was saving it for a special day, see? patience”

Him turning it into a patience lesson and Ellie’s “oh yeah, I’ve heard of that” is absolutely hilarious and adorable

* HER FACE AND HIM KNOWING SHE LOVES IT 😭

* “It works?!”

“Someone must have greased it”

he had this PLANNED and her happy/thankful look 🥹

* “Would you like to?”

“What?”

“Go to space”

He did research so he knew when that shuttle went up too 😭

HES SUCH A GOOD DAD IM SOBBING

* “well, open it” and he helps her get it open

* “if you’re going to space, you’re gonna need a helmet” and gives his feral daughter a rock to break shit with because if there is ANYTHING that could make this day any better it’s letting her cause damage to property

* he got her a tape of the Apollo 11 launch and wrote “Happy 16th!” on it for her to have forever…

* the way he looks at her this whole scene and the PURE BLISS she’s feeling listening to that tape and imagining it

*“I do okay?” “Are you kidding?!”

He lets out a tear of relief & joy and looks up to the sky and you can tell he’s thinking

‘See dad, I protect her and made her happy and show her I love her. I care about my kid’

* she agrees immediately when he says he wants to do this with her more 😭

then 17 hits…

* his smile at the cake because it’s spelled right, looks beautiful, and he probably found out she prefers chocolate after her 15th birthday so she gets chocolate every year now

* and then the reality of having a teenager hits when he opens that door. She’s fooling around with her girlfriend, smoking weed, and her girlfriend is working on her tattoo

* “17 by the way” “well I’m 19 so…”

THIS MAN IS SUCH A PAPA BEAR OVER HIS CHILD

* “so all the teenage shit all at once” welcome to being a dad to a young adult Joel…

* he handled the situation of learning a lot in a not great way and referred to her being high as “we’ll discuss this when you’re yourself” which obviously strikes a nerve in Ellie because he found out she’s gay at the same time 💔

* he’s sleepless in bed because nothing eats a parent up more than knowing they hurt their kids feelings and reacted badly to something and hindsight could have been done with more care and not to mention on her birthday

* ‘no I love living in the same house as you please don’t leave, I know you probably need space but *fuck think of an excuse* let me get the garage properly set up for you to live in and let’s talk about this!’

* “they gave it to you! Sorry, to us”

Joel has 100% reminded her several times in the last 3 years that it’s their home and she belongs there too

* “you don’t own anything” (including me)

* he finally shows her some kindness because he feels like shit after talking to her like that

* “Can I see?”

He’s so gentle with her arm and comes around to the tattoo immediately knowing it’s an expression of her and assumes the absolute best meaning for it after she says the moth is symbolic

* his face after closing her door still wishing he could have handled that better because parent guilt’s a bitch

*immediately consults town therapist to make sure he was right about it’s meaning* god bless him he tries so fucking hard

* his face drops when he realizes she’s got the same suicidal tendencies he’s had before…

#joel and ellie #ellie williams miller #joel miller #the last of us #the last of us season 2 #the last of us hbo #tlou #bella ramsey #pedro pascal #tlou show #tlou s2 #season 2 Joel and Ellie Miller make me sob series

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nobodystrawteas · 2 months ago

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Okay so my first tumblr post! I’ve just been lurking on a tumblr for a long time…

So I drew a tiny Age reversal of the ninjas!

Ages: Lloyd 17, Cole 11, Zane and Kai 10, Jay 9 and Nya 8.

Ummm this is some hc that I have on the show from this au. Ships, well their kids so it’s mainly crushes.

Lloyd

Starts off as a minor villain like in show but easily beats the ninjas!

Motivation is to become a great villain like his dad

Till he meets Sensei Wu and realise that he doesn’t want to hurt the young ninjas

Still got kicked out of darkly when he was younger but became more independent and has more trust issue since Wu didn’t find him till he was 17

In season 1 he gets kidnapped by the snakes I think that still happens but it happens because he went on his own to fight them

Lloyd and lord Garmondon relationship is still the same

Just slightly more strained when it’s revealed that he’s the green ninja.

LORD GARMONDON DISLIKE SENSEI WU

That man is angry that Sensei Wu is sending kids and his own son to defeat him

So in S2 he’s targeting sensei Wu over the ninjas

HE REMAINS A BIT OF PRANKSTER 💔💔

Kinda stereotypical mean older brother vibes?

Less mature than older Lloyd in the show

But has more survival tactics and understand villains motivations

More edgy and emo, def doesn’t forgive Misako so easily

I think he would still take on a leadership role since he’s the oldest

Mentoring the younger ninjas, he picks up on things more quickly

Struggles with duty and discipline

Struggle with what right and wrong, plus forgiving people who left him (his family)

Thinks of the others as brats

No one can insult you but me vibes

He gets upset whenever the other get hurt

Morro possessed him and made him hurt them

He has nightmares for weeks afterwards

He makes bets with sensei Wu on who will end up with each other

gossip with Nya

Encouraging the others to go out and be kids when he can

Will take them to the arcade and get them food

Shares his sweets with Cole

Kai got upset that Cole was getting special treats

so Lloyd will train and play with Kai extra when he notices that he getting jealous

Zane and him cook together all the time

He see himself in Jay especially with having similar insecurities like abandonment issues, struggling with being good enough.

He does not want morro anywhere near Jay because he could feel that Morro actually liked Jay (platonically)

Cole

When his mom died, I imagined that his farther threw himself into dancing and dragged Cole with him.

Cole couldn’t handle living up to his dads standards and the grief

So either A. Ran away from home and joined the ninjas.

Or B. Made up some fancy dance boarding school like in cannon and joined the ninjas

Since he’s the oldest (beside Lloyd) he took on a leadership role

He struggled with overworking himself worries about not being enough for the other ninjas

Sensei Wu unofficial favourite kid

Quite innocent compared to his older self

Has a sweet tooth and begs sensei Wu to buy more treats. (Sensei Wu always gives in)

When he reveals to his farther that he’s been a ninja his farther is still slow to accept him

His farther comes around just like in cannon

However he wants to make it up to Cole and be a better dad!!

So visit every now and then to check up on him.

Coles dad comes and gives the ninja team dancing lesson, Cole finds them embarrassing and annoying at first

But Cole dad always brings a cake for them to all eat

Will save up and give gifts to the other.

Buys Kai and Jay video games and reads/plays it with them

Him, Jay and Lloyd all practice dancing together

Nya and him have a competition to make a better playlist than the other

Begs Zane to let him in the kitchen once, everyone got food poising

Zane

The scene (S1) where Zane finds out he’s a robot and his creator is gone?

Boy is crashing out 💔💔

Treats the falcon like a pet

More emotion than og Zane,

Dr. Jullian (Zane’s creator?) made him a child body and adult body that he can switch to.

Zane remains in his child body till later season and upgrades to the adult body. (Maybe when he “dies” his conscious uploads to his adult body?)

He would struggle with his humanity and what it means to be a nindroid

Pixal would be/look the same age as him

Very innocent romantic relationship. Think middle school relationships, where they’ve only held hands like once 😭.

Besides having more emotion than og Zane remains the same

In s2 everyone leaves to go back home except him

Everyone comes back once it looks like lord garmondon is up to no good

The only kid allowed in the kitchen

Slower to upload information, since he’s a kid

Prefers to play and hang out with Nya most of the time

Is the most comforting and comforts Kai when he lashes out

Goes to Nya and Jay for upgrade that will allow him to mature with the rest of them

He see great potential in Lloyd

Out of the boys, he closest with Cole, underrated friendship

Kai

Hot headed and more arrogant

Impulsive? 10x as much. Sensei Wu is aging 2x as fast with him around

He more of a jerk at first because he still dealing with the loss of his parents

More protective of Nya because he doesn’t have the strength to save her as much

Not very flirty since he’s a kid

Acts like a typical middle school boy

Struggles with his powers

Secretly looks up to Lloyd and acts like a annoying little brother to him

Desperate to be the green ninja because he wants to be strong and special

He wants to be Sensei Wu favourite

Gets Jealous of Cole, Zane, Lloyd and Nya because he thinks sensei Wu likes them more than him

He also jealous of Cole and Jay family

Jealousy issues

Besties with Jay because he feels like he can protect him and be cool around him

One sided beef with Cole. Cole has no idea,

Thinks Zane is extremely smart so will bother him with any questions he has

If he thinks of himself as the leader than Zane is his 2nd command.

He doesn’t like leaving the blacksmith shop, since he emotionally attach to it

Will come back every couple months to do upkeep on it

Jay

Find it hard to believe that his adoptive parents would let him be a ninja as such a young age

But in this au, I think sensei Wu saw them struggling to take care of their family (due to money issues) and offered to take Jay and train him

It hurt them, but they wanted Jay to be able to have a full stomach as well as finally be able to make friends

I don’t think he ever hung out with kids his age

So Jay is quiet shy in S1 plus when he nervous he just blabber on and on

As season progresses he becomes more snarky and confident

He definitely hyper aware of his insecurities

So will lash out more

Doesn’t have a crush on Nya since he doesn’t yet know how to hang out with people his age

He still thinks she really cool and wants to hang out with her

Kai is more friendly to him because of that

The others are protective over him since he young and shy.

But he has the most control and skill with his powers. 😭

Would get annoyed at them for treating him like a baby

when he lashes out and be all snarky with them for the first time. they would all be like: shocked pikachu face 😭

Except Zane, Zane was the only one to treat him like normal

Lloyd comforts him when he feels insecure

When morro possess Lloyd, he treats Jay nicer than everyone else (Storm brother will happen in cannon I swear 🙏)

I think in S4? When Cole and Nya are said to be the perfect match he would start to get jelly.

Would be jealous but wouldn’t understand why, until it hits him in the middle of a fight with Cole that he likes Nya

Naddakah or whatever that jerk name is, would traumatise him, by then he would finally understand his feelings for Nya

He does not gloss over the fact that he was abandoned and is adopted???

This boy will have issues about that, and adds to his insecurities!!

when Naddakah is all over he would avoid Nya feeling bad about what happened

Cole and him are great friends, and he takes every opportunity to cling to him

His parents visit often but mostly he visits them. They worry about him a lot

Nya

Oh she is so annoyed that she didn’t get to train as a ninja in S1

Wouldn’t be able to help herself and make passive aggressive comments at Wu

Wu wouldn’t understand why she upset at him

Smaller and less powerful version of her samurai armour

Forces Wu to start her training as a ninja

Wu feels bad and realise he should of started to train her to be ninja as well

She more feisty than in cannon

She still dealing with the loss her parents just like Kai

While Kai gets angry about it and searches for replacement of his parents issue

She completely distracts herself from the issue till she breaks

She realises before Jay does that he has a crush on her

One day she breaks down over her parents and Lloyd is the one to comfort her

She made Lloyd her second older brother, which annoys Kai

Zane will sneak her into the kitchen and they will cook with each other

She helps makes upgrade for Zane and reassure him that even if he’s a nindroid she still see him as a person

Has a small awkward crush / relationship with Cole when they are said to be a great match. They break up rather quickly realising it wasn’t gonna work

Naddakah (genie dude) would want to adopt her instead of marrying her because he what he imagined his daughter would of looked like

And also that would be extremely gross if he wanted to marry a kid

She is so desperate for another girl on the team

Tries so hard for Skylor and Pixal to join the team, heart broken when they don’t

She still has girl night and sleepovers with them which makes her feel like a kid again

They would be teens when they meet harumi and she would be her bi awakening,

Looks up to harumi so much. Harumi would be the same age as Lloyd though.

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magic-shop-stories · 5 months ago

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Hi! I read your J-Hope fanfiction and absolutely loved it, and it got me thinking about Yoongi having a kid. Could you imagine a scene where Yoongi’s teenage child accidentally breaks something really important to him—maybe in his studio? It could be something like an award maybe? Yoongi isn’t mad, but his kid feels so guilty they run off to their mom’s grave and when Yoongi finds them, it’s this emotional moment where he reassures them that they’re more important than any material thing. Maybe they’ve been secretly working on music in his studio, and he already knows about it and loves it?

I hope that’s not too specific! You can ignore this if it’s too much—I’ve never requested something before, but your writing is so good, and I thought this could be really touching. Thank you! 💜

Also if you want to add Namjoon breaking something for comedic relief, I wouldn’t complain. 😂

💌 Reply:

WoooooooW, like fr... WOW! First of all, THANK YOU for reading my J-Hope fic and loving it—your kind words mean the world to me! 🥺 And oh my heart, this Yoongi dad scenario has me in pieces 🥹✨

The idea of Yoongi’s kid accidentally breaking something precious, only for him to remind them they’re his everything? I’m already emotional. And the secret music-making?? STOP, I’m soft. 💔

I’ll absolutely write this for you—expect lots of soft Yoongi dad moments, a sprinkle of angst, and a whole lot of healing. 💜

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Broken Things That Matter

↳ Yoongi x Teen!Reader (Parent/Child); Angst with Comfort, Fluff

Rating: G/M!

Word Count: ~2,5k

Genre: BTS AU, Parent, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Feelings, Found Family, Emotional Whump

Warnings: Strong language, grief mention (loss of a parent), emotional distress, self-doubt, self-destructive thoughts, strained parent-child relationship.

Pairings: None (Parent-Child Relationship)

Featuring: Single Dad Yoongi, emotionally guarded child, music as an unspoken connection, tension and unsaid words, slow emotional healing, and a synthesizer full of memories.

The Relic

The Moog ONE 16 wasn’t just a synthesizer—it was a relic, a 16.5 million won relic. Yoongi had hunted it down in Tokyo, its walnut veneer gleaming under the fluorescent lights of a vintage gear shop, its analogue guts humming with the ghosts of every artist who’d ever coaxed sound from its keys. He’d joked to Namjoon afterwards that buying it felt like adopting a feral cat: expensive, temperamental, and his. Now it sat in the corner of his studio like a shrine, its LED matrix flickering faintly even when powered off as if dreaming.

You had been orbiting it for weeks.

You’d linger by the door after school, backpack slung over one shoulder, pretending to text while eyeing the Moog’s labyrinth of knobs and sliders. Sometimes, when Yoongi left the room, you’d dart in to trace a finger along its wooden edges, imagining the low growl of its bass oscillators—a sound you’d only hear in your dad’s old Agust D tracks. What if I tweaked this? You’d think, hovering over the filter cutoff. What if I ruined it?

Today, though, recklessness overruled fear.

Yoongi was asleep upstairs, dead to the world after three all-nighters in a row. The studio was yours. You tiptoed in, Matcha latte in hand, and booted up the synth. It whirred to life with a purr, its touchscreen glowing azure. You’d watched a dozen tutorials and memorized every patch Yoongi had ever saved. Just one experiment, you told yourself, plugging in the headphones.

But the latte was too full. Your hands were still shaky from skipping breakfast, from the adrenaline of sneaking in. The cup tilted—

Glug.

A tidal wave of green cascaded across the Moog’s ivory keys, pooling in the pitch-bend wheel.

“Shit—!”

You lunged for a towel, knocking over a stack of lyric notebooks. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you scrubbed, but the damage was visceral. Matcha seeped into the seams, the synth’s screen flickering erratically. Dead. It’s dead. I killed it.

Footsteps thudded down the stairs.

Yoongi appeared in the doorway, hair sticking up in sleep-mussed tufts, an old Daechwita hoodie hanging off one shoulder. He blinked at the scene—You frozen mid-scrub, towels strewn like crime scene evidence, the Moog’s screen sputtering static.

“…Is that,” he said slowly, voice graveled with exhaustion, “my Moog?”

Your throat closed. You had seen that look before—the tightness around his eyes, the vein pulsing faintly at his temple. The same look he’d worn when you totalled his car at 14, a failed attempt to “borrow” it for a midnight skate session.

“I’ll fix it,” you babbled, backing away as if distance could undo the sin. “I’ll—I’ll sell my bike, my drum kit, anything—I’ll work at HYBE’s cafeteria, I’ll—”

Yoongi said nothing. He crossed the room with the grim focus of a bomb defuser, crouching to unplug cables from the synth’s mangled ports. His hands were steady, but you catalogued every micro-expression: the twitch in his jaw when a droplet of Matcha oozed onto his sleeve, the way his nostrils flared slightly.

“It’s insured,” he finally muttered, dabbing at the keys with a microfiber cloth. “Breathe.”

But you couldn’t. The air was thick with the scent of dread and jasmine Matcha. You gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, waiting for the explosion. For the “How could you?” or “You never think!” that had punctuated your teenage rebellions.

Instead, Yoongi stood, tossing the soiled cloth into the trash. “Go upstairs. I’ll handle this.”

“But—”

“Go.”

It wasn’t anger in his voice. It was worse—resignation.

You fled.

Upstairs, you collapsed onto your bed, replaying the scene on a loop. Stupid. Reckless. Just like Mom said.

Your mother’s voice surfaced unbidden, frail but teasing, from a memory six years buried: “Yu-yah, you’ve got your dad’s stubbornness and my clumsiness. Poor thing.” She’d been bedridden then, her IV stand draped with your finger-painted get-well cards. “Promise me you’ll take care of him when I’m gone. He’ll forget to eat… or accidentally adopt another synth.”

You pressed your face into a cushion. The Moog’s death felt symbolic. Another thing you had destroyed. Another piece of him chipped away.

Downstairs, Yoongi stared at the synth.

He’d lied about the insurance.

The Moog was an expensive modified beast—its quirks irreplaceable. The track he’d been working on, a collaboration with an indie artist from Busan, relied on its specific grain. Now it was gone...

He sank into his chair, head in hand. For a heartbeat, he let himself ache—for the lost music, for the exhaustion, for the child who looked at him like he was a landmine. Then he pulled out his phone.

To: Manager Kim

Need a repair genius. Moog ONE 16 water damage. Don’t tell anyone...

The reply was instant:

Suzanne Ciani’s protégé? She’s in town.

Yoongi exhaled. Fixable. Everything was fixable.

Except, maybe, the fracture he’d heard in your voice when he’d told you to leave.

---

The Shattered Trophy

The studio had become a burial ground for mistakes.

A few days after the Moog disaster, the air still reeked of regret—and now, faintly, of burnt matcha. Cables snaked across the floor like vipers, tangling around chair legs and pedalboards. Yoongi’s Golden Disc Award, its golden figure mid-strum unfurled, perched precariously on a floating shelf cluttered with thumb drives and empty coffee cups. It was the 2023 Digital Song Bonsang for “That That”—a collaboration with Psy that had dominated charts the same week your mother took her last breath.

You hadn’t touched it. Hadn’t even looked at it since the funeral.

But today, your mind was a storm.

ADHD buzzed under your skin like static, limbs restless from days of walking on eggshells. You’d come to apologize again, to beg for chores—anything—to atone. But Yoongi was hunched over his monitors, headphones on, lost in a mix. His silence was a wall.

Maybe if I just… straighten up.

You tiptoed around the room, gathering discarded coffee cups and coiling cables. Each movement was careful and deliberate. But focus was a slippery thing—a notification buzzed in your pocket:

Jae BFF: Skatepark later? ,

and your foot caught on an XLR cord.

Time warped.

Your elbow slammed into the shelf. The trophy wobbled, tipped, and—

Crash.

The sound was cathedral-loud. The golden figure shattered on impact, its head shearing clean off, rolling beneath the desk with a hollow clink. Your breath stopped.

Flashback: Your mother’s hands, skeletal and IV-punctured, cradling the trophy. Her voice, a threadbare whisper: “Our grumpy rockstar… did it again.” Three days later, she was gone. The award had sat untouched since, a relic of her last coherent joy.

Yoongi froze. The click of his mouse stopped mid-edit.

“…?”

You dropped to your knees, scrambling for the pieces. “I’m sorry— I’ll glue it, I’ll— I’ll find a jeweler, I’ll—”

“Don’t touch it.”

His voice was arctic. You recoiled as if slapped.

Yoongi stood slowly, chair screeching. His face was a mask, but his hands betrayed him—fingers trembling at his sides, knuckles blanched. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t look at anything his gaze fixed on some middle distance where grief and fury collided.

“Out,” he said, voice splintering. “Now.”

“Dad, please—”

“NOW.”

The word was a detonation.

You fled.

---

The Runaway

The streets of Seoul swallowed you whole.

You ran blindly, sneakers slapping against rain-slick pavement, the city’s neon glow warping into streaks of acid green and electric blue. Paparazzi lurked at every familiar corner—Always watching, always hungry—so you veered into alleyways, vaulting over trash bags and dodging delivery bikes. Hobi’s apartment was too close; Taehyung’s studio was too bright. The Han River bridges loomed in your mind, but the thought of standing on those guardrails, of icy water below, made your stomach lurch.

No. Not there.

Your feet carried you somewhere older, quieter. The subway ride passed in a haze—stares from passengers, a teen’s muffled “Isn’t that Suga’s kid?” - ignored. Seonyeong Cemetery emerged at dusk, its iron gates weathered and moss-clung. You slipped through a gap in the fence, your mother’s grave a compass point in the dark.

The dogwood tree had grown gnarled in six years, its branches clawing at the sky. The headstone beneath it was small, unadorned but for her name—Min Ji-eun—and the dates that bookended her warmth. You collapsed onto the damp earth, grass staining your ripped jeans, and pressed your forehead to the cold stone.

“Eomma,” you choked, the word crumbling like ash. “I’m… I’m breaking everything.”

Rain began to fall—thin, needling drops. Your hoodie soaked through, clinging to your skin, but you barely felt it. Your mind looped like a corrupted track: Moog. Trophy. Mom. Moog. Trophy. Mom.

Flashback: Age 9, hospital room.

Your mother’s hand, feather-light. “Yu-yah… promise me you’ll take care of him. He’ll forget… forget to laugh.”

You had nodded, not understanding. Now, you understood too well.

A sob ripped free. “I’m failing you. I’m— I’m just like him—all broken knobs and sharp edges—”

The wind hissed through the dogwood, scattering dead leaves. No answer. There never was.

---

The Search

Yoongi’s hands shook as he typed.

Yoongi: Yumi’s gone. Check the usual spots.

The group chat exploded.

Jin: On my way to the Han River. Jungkook, check the bridges near Itaewon.

Jimin: HYBE’s empty. Security cams show they never came here.

Jungkook: Already at the skatepark. Jae says they left their board. Paparazzi chased them earlier.

Hobi: Checking Tae’s studio. They’re not answering calls.

Yoongi stared at the screen, his reflection fractured in its cracks. The studio felt alien now—a crime scene. The Moog sat shrouded in a tarp, the trophy shards boxed but unaddressed. He’d found your sketchbook open on the couch: a page filled with rough drafts of him, all frowns and hunched shoulders, captioned “World’s Okayest Dad (Don’t Tell Him).”

How did I miss this?

Namjoon arrived unannounced, damp from the rain, his glasses fogged. “Hyung. Let’s go.”

Yoongi didn’t argue.

---

The Cemetery

The rain had thickened into a downpour by the time they reached the gravesite. Yoongi drove, white-knuckling the steering wheel, while Namjoon navigated from the passenger seat. The car fishtailed on the muddy backroads, but Yoongi didn’t slow.

“Here,” Namjoon said, pointing to a gap in the cemetery fence.

Yoongi parked haphazardly, ignoring the NO ENTRY AFTER DARK sign. Namjoon grabbed an umbrella from the backseat—Yoongi’s backup, black and battle-scarred—but true to form, fumbled it as he ducked under the dogwood tree. The umbrella caught on a low branch, ribs snapping with a sound like brittle bones.

“Aish,” he muttered, shaking the mangled fabric. “Sorry, Hyung.”

You didn’t look up. You were curled into a shivering ball against your mother’s headstone, soaked to the skin, your AgustD hoodie darkened to charcoal by the rain. Namjoon crouched beside you, abandoning the broken umbrella to the mud.

“Hey, little storm.”

“Go away.” Your words were hoarse, raw from hours of crying.

Namjoon sat anyway, his long limbs folding awkwardly, knees jutting like a grasshopper’s. Rain dripped from his hair into the collar of his jacket. “Remember when I broke Jin-hyung’s limited-edition Sailor Moon figurine? 2025. The one he imported from Tokyo?”

Your breath hitched. “This… this isn’t a figurine.”

“No.” Namjoon’s voice softened. “It’s worse. But not unfixable.”

“Stop being wise!” You lurched upright, eyes wild. “It’s gone, Joon-ah! The award, the synth—Eomma—I ruin everything! Maybe… maybe if I’d died instead—”

Namjoon caught your wrist, grip firm. “Don’t.”

“Why not?!” Tears streaked down your face, mingling with rainwater. “Dad hates me! He should—!”

“He doesn’t.”

Yoongi’s voice cut through the dark.

He stood at the edge of the tree’s canopy, backlit by the cemetery’s sulfur lamps, shadows carving hollows under his eyes. Namjoon nodded once—your turn—and rose, brushing mud from his jeans. As he retreated, his foot caught on the ruined umbrella, crushing it further into the muck.

You scrambled backwards, spine pressing into the headstone. “How… how long have you—?”

“Long enough.” Yoongi’s voice cracked. He stepped closer, rain plastering his hair to his forehead. “You think I’d trade you? For any of it? The trophies, the synth—her?”

You froze.

He knelt, ignoring the mud seeping into his pants, and cupped your face. His palm was calloused, warm against your rain-chilled skin. “When she died, I… I wanted to burn the world. Then you’d crawl into my studio, all scraped knees and fury, and I’d think—this. This is what she left me. Not grief. A life.”

Your chest heaved. “But the award—”

Yoongi pulled a shard of gold from his pocket—the trophy’s broken head, edges smoothed by his thumb. “It’s metal and ego. You’re flesh. My flesh.” He pressed the fragment into your hand. “You think I care about a plaque? The night I won it, your mom held it for two minutes and said it was ‘too pointy.’ She cared more about the seaweed soup going cold.”

A sob tore from your throat. “The Moog—”

“Fixed it this morning.” His lips quirked, barely a smile. “Suzanne Ciani’s protégé said you ‘altered the dampening with impressive idiocy.’ She’s sending a bill. And a mentorship offer.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Turns out flooding a synth with Matcha is a résumé-worthy feat.” Yoongi thumbed a tear from your cheek. “Come home. Finish that track you’ve been hiding. The one with the… what’s it called? Trap breakdown meets Ennio Morricone?”

“Dusk Theory,” you whispered, stunned. “You… knew?!”

“Kid, you sample my snores. Of course, I knew.” He stood, offering a hand. “And Namjoon?”

From the shadows, a guilty shuffle. “Yeah?”

“Next time you ‘comfort’ someone, don’t annihilate my umbrella.”

Namjoon emerged sheepishly, the umbrella’s corpse now dangling from his fist. “Hyung, it was an accident—”

“God of Destruction my ass.”

You hiccuped a laugh, the sound fragile but real. Yoongi pulled you to your feet, steadying you when your knees buckled.

“Let’s go,” he murmured, shrugging off his jacket to drape over your shoulders. “Jin’s making kimchi stew. And Hobi bought you a new board.”

“With Hope World stickers?”

“Would I allow anything else?”

As you trudged toward the car, you glanced back. The trophy shard gleamed in your palm, sharp but held gently—a thing broken, but not lost.

---

The Mended Symphony

The studio hummed with a newfound quiet, the kind that settles after a storm. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, striping the Moog ONE 16 in silver and shadow. Its walnut panelling bore scars—faint tea stains etched into the grain, a slight warp near the modulation wheel—but it lived. A sticky note fluttered on its surface, Yoongi’s jagged scrawl unmistakable:

FINISH YOUR TRACK.

—Grumpy Cat

You traced the words, a half-smile tugging at your lips. The synth smelled different now—less like aged wood and solder, more like citrus cleaner and the faintest ghost of Matcha. Altered, but alive, you thought, just like everything else.

You sank into Yoongi’s chair, still warm from his earlier presence, and booted up the DAW. Your project file blinked tauntingly: FRACTURED NOTES (FEAT. SNORES). The waveform sprawled across the screen, a jagged mountain range of bass drops and distorted guitar riffs. Nestled in the bridge was the pièce de résistance—a 10-second loop of Yoongi’s snores, lifted from a voice memo you had secretly recorded during his studio nap last month.

“Cheeky,” you muttered, adjusting the EQ to soften the nasal tones.

The track was chaos incarnate—a thing of clashing genres and emotional whiplash. Trap beats collided with spaghetti western whistles; Yoongi’s snores morphed into a haunting theremin wail. It shouldn’t have worked. But as you layered in the Moog’s resurrected bassline—a growl so deep it vibrated your molars—you felt it click. Your sound. Not his. Not theirs. YOURS

---

Broken Things That Matter

On the shelf, the Golden Disc’s remains glimmered in their new home—a glass case lined with velvet the colour of midnight. Yoongi had stayed up piecing it together, gold-dusted epoxy bleeding into every crack. The figure now listed slightly, its neck kinked at a drunken angle, but it held.

Your addition sat tucked in the corner: a tiny skateboard fragment, its Hope World sticker still clinging stubbornly. Broken Things That Matter, read the plaque below, in Namjoon’s careful calligraphy.

At 3:17 a.m., you slumped forward, forehead hitting the desk. “Done,” you croaked to no one.

Yoongi appeared silently, sliding a fresh Matcha latte beside you—this time in a spill-proof tumbler.

“It’s… different,” he said, nodding at the screen.

You stiffened. “Bad different?”

“Honest different.” He hesitated, then ruffled your hair, a gesture so rare it froze you both. “She’d hate it.”

A beat. Then laughter, a bright and startled, burst from you. “Yeah. She’d call it ‘noise pollution.’”

“Then play it louder.”

You did.

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