#Sorry for the vent it's just been. A busy first few weeks

[batfamfucker]

My sleep schedule is very fucked. Deadass passed out at like 8AM and woke up at 6PM. Passed out again and actually got up at 9PM. I cannot sleep now and have two lectures tomorrow and maybe work

[slippingkim]

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i cant stop thinking about perv!jungwon who touches himself while on a call with you

u and jungwon are close friends who facetime or call each other everyday. but what u didn’t know was that a lot of those phone calls jungwon was jerk off to the sound of ur voice. u would be talking about ur day or vent about something that has been bothering u, and jungwon would get turned on just by ur voice alone. he would cover his mouth tightly to conceal his whimpers while on the call with u, jerking his dick at a fast pace. his dick twitching in his hand when he cums, and u continue to talk, not knowing that he just came all over himself, simply because ur voice was so hot.

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nsfw | mdni ….🥟

A/n: again sorry this took so long I’m sure you guys know how busy I am nowadays 🫠

warnings - 18+, smut, phone sex (kinda), smut with little to no plot, cursing, perv!won

pairings - obliviousfemreader☠️ x dom!won

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It’s your weekly catch up call with your best friend Jungwon, chatting away about the contents of your week and upcoming weekend plans. Planning get togethers and fun activities but, little did you know your best friend of four years has an undying desire for you. As you spoke in your sweet honey tone his hard rose slowly, at first he didn’t notice until his eyes met the bulge in his pants. “..I was thinking we could go up to ####’s house next month?” your voice chimed back in after a long time of staring at his painful dilemma. Jungwon approved in a soft voice praising you for your good idea, as you rambled on about this small trip that you two would have next month his hand slowly crept into his sweatpants and on to grasp his erection. A guilty expression tugging at his lips as he started to slowly jerk himself, he set the phone on his clavicle for a more comfortable position pulling down his sweats further revealing his hard into the open air “..shit” he gritted breathlessly while he focused on his tip squeezing it in the palm of his hand gently pretending it was the pulse of your pussy. You spoke and spoke not spearing any details about the trip “we should totally stop at #### since we’ll be heading that way…” you said in a confident manner “..uhuh” Jungwon sputtered as his hand rose to cover his mouth from pouring with whimpers and purrs. His hand jerked faster and making sure to apply the perfect amount of pressure to his throbbing shaft. Leaving no trace of skin untouched, your voice acting like a battery for his hand that acted like a vibrator. Jungwons eyes clamped shut along with a muffled groan his hand giving one last squeeze before

“right won?” “…jungwon” “….hello?”

He looked down and his hand and stomach was covered with his white substance a bit more trickled out for a few seconds before he came out of his episode. Breathing heavily trying to frantically clean up as well as answering you at the same time. “right! I must’ve zoned out for a moment..” he lied with a sigh of relief.

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Try To Understand, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Being Stressed About School and Burnt Out

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Summary: Y/N isn't acting like she normally does and Rafe is on a mission to help her out.

Masterlist

As their first semester as sophomores comes to an end, Rafe has noticed the way that Y/N has been withdrawing from the world. He has been trying everything to get her to come out with him, but each text is met with a simple no thank you. Instead of anger filling him, worry is the only thing that Rafe can feel. He hasn’t been in her dorm often because his private room in the frat house is more intimate for them. He quietly knocks on the door, waiting for someone to let him in. Very little light from the room spills into the hallway. Y/N’s hair looked a little greasy, so she threw it up into a bun. She is wearing a large oversized hoodie with sweatpants that are just a little too big for her. Her eyes are droopy and she looks like her soul has been sucked out of her body. The smile that normally spreads across her face doesn’t appear and this tells Rafe that something is wrong. “Angel, are you okay? You haven’t been answering my text,” he questions, stepping closer to her with his hands reaching for her shoulder. She uncharacteristically steps away from his hold, “Yeah, I’ve been busy.” She doesn’t add anything to her statement. 

“Oh. Well, maybe I can just hang out in your room right now. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” he offers, hands falling to his side. She shakes her head, trying to push him out the door, “Rafe, I really don’t want to be around anyone right now. Can you go?” “I will, but I can tell something is wrong. Your room is so dark. It’s not like you,” he confesses. 

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then let me try to understand, Angel. I can’t do that if you try to push me away. Maybe, I can help or I can just listen.”

At the offer of having someone to vent to, a huge weight feels like it is being lifted off of her shoulders. She collapses into his arms and buries her head into his chest. “I just feel so burnt out. Everything I have to do, even the smallest of tasks, takes so much out of me. I haven’t read a page of my book since last week. I’m just going through the motions of life. I don’t think I can do this anymore, Rafe,” she rants to him. His hand smoothes down her hair and he kisses her temple, “I’m so sorry, you are feeling this way. What can I do to help lighten your load? Do you want me to pay someone to do the rest of your assignments? Because I will. I will do anything to help you.” She lets out a snotty giggle with a shake of her head, “No, no. I can get through my own assignments. But do you think I can stay at your house for a few days and can we take a shower together?” This would be something new to them. She stays at his house a lot, but she only sleeps over every other day. This would be the first time she slept more than two nights in a row at his house. “I just need to be with you,” she adds in a whisper. He kisses her head, “Of course, you can stay as long as you want. Why don’t you take a really quick power nap? I’ll pack your stuff up for you.”

As she watches her boyfriend get her stuff into bags, she can’t help but be grateful that she met someone as caring and loving, whose attention is always on helping her well-being. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @queen-shadow22 @victory-in-the-llama

[instant-delusions]

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gojo satoru x f! reader

au: canon

cw: smut (public sex), cursing

nsfw under the cut

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you watched as your melon soda flavored popsicle dripped down your fingers and sighed - summer was definitely not your favorite season. currently, you were laying still to sunbathe (get a perfect tan to rock your new colorful clothes!) and absent-mindedly babysat your hyperactive boyfriend, aka gojo satoru. "look at this abomination, (y/n)!", peeking at your boyfriend from underneath your huge hat, you saw him standing in the water with a big grin. satoru was wearing black swimming trunks and a hawaiian shirt which was unbuttoned, meaning the sunlight hit his muscular body and snow-white hair just right, plus his eyes twinkled like expensive sapphires. in awe from your lover's beauty, you almost failed to notice the big, slimy, disgusting sea cucumber in his hands. "oh my god satoru, ew!" completely annoyed, realizing it's just another one of his antics, you laid down again, plopping your headphones in to drown out all his noise-making.

it's not like you didn't enjoy his absolutely hilarious schemes, but it's been a super busy week full of curse-hunting and you wanted to enjoy a vacation in the tropical climate of okinawa. dropping your ruined popsicle into a handkerchief, you turned your body around to tan your backside, sighing at the comfort of a new position. although you had your music at full volume, you could hear satoru's muffled voice coming closer to you. sliding down your sunglasses, you glared at him and pointed to your ears, signaling you couldn't hear him and laid down again. just a few seconds passed until one of your buds was ripped out by him, causing your string of patience to snap brutally. "satoru, I swear to fucking god!-" standing up with an intimidating pointed finger and a hand on your hip, he knew he was getting the lecture of a lifetime. "wow, satoru. wow. I'm asking for ONE quiet, relaxing day. what is this behavior?" with a strict tone and wild hand gestures, your vent goes on - almost as if you were disappointed in the actions of a pet, instead of your boyfriend. with every passing sentence, said man's pout grew bigger - he stepped closer to you to caress your waist in an apologetic way. "I'm sorry, baby." satoru pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of your hair, "let's take a nap, yeah?". you definently liked the sound of that and nodded, burying your head in his chest.

cuddled up under the parasol, nose filled with the smell of satoru's sauvage and seasalt, his wet body pressed against yours, you surprisingly found it hard to relax. with your legs and arms wrapped around him, you wondered if he's really napping or teasingly waiting for you to make a move. unbeknownst to you, satoru had the image of your ass on full display behind his closed lids, thanking the sun, the first humans and whatever else discovered tanning enthusiastically. he felt you big-spooning him, crotch pressed against his lower back, of course your arms around his waist, breath fanning his neck. if this is a competition to see who's giving in first, he won't regret losing.

"babe." satoru turned around, a smirk gracing his face. his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips, lifting his hand to trace them with his fingers. "yeah?" you whispered, leaning closer to his lips, eyes closed in a dreamy state. he tutted, pitying you for believing he'd give you what you want without firing up his ego first. wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you onto his lap. "you want to fuck here?", the sorcerer grinded his half erect dick into your thin bikini bottoms, making your face turn red. thinking for a few seconds you whispered back; "it's not tourist season yet, so whatever." , he nodded with a grin, watching you drop your hands to his damp trunks. "not even gonna make out first? am I just a slut to you?" you sighed, rolling your eyes at him - watching as he puckered his lips in a kissing motion. sometimes, you're confused as to why he gets you wet at all. grabbing his face, you pressed your lips against his heartedly, moving against him with eagerness. it was almost as if you could feel his childish facade drop as he rubbed and grabbed at your thighs, sucking on your lower lip. satoru tickled the first moan out of you and giggled, putting one of his fingers behind the knot that held up your bikini top. slowly, he pulled to string, kissing all of your beautiful skin now revealed to him. oftentimes, he gets the feeling you don't understand how engrossed he is with you, almost obsessively so - satoru admits, he might be overprotective and possessive, he feels it especially in situations like this, having his hands and mouth full of you. obviously he covers this with jokes and a sort of playboyish persona, rarely showing his anger or jealousy, but once his mind gets hazy...

spit was dripping down your nipples, boobs decorated with red and purple hickeys. satoru continued with undoing your bikini bottoms, throwing them into his open bag - "for when I'm on missions without you" he smirked. getting frustrated feeling his clothed dick against your weeping pussy, you pushed his trunks down his thighs, almost drooling at his fat cock slapping against his abs. it was rock hard and huge, pre dripping down the veiny length. excited, you wrapped your hands around it, feeling its warmth and his pulse, spitting into your other hand you jerked him off slowly. "(y/n), stop that. wanna fuck you." the sorcerer snarled impatiently. satoru positioned you by guiding your hips, each of your legs caging him in. "oh? I'm on top." you teased, making him grin, though there was a sort of wickedness in his expression. "don't get cocky." with his enormous strength, he pulled you down, fitting his whole length in instantly. hearing you scream like this was music to his ears, feeling your pussy tighten around him in shock. it felt like his dick was everywhere, warmth engulfed you as you felt him growing inside of you, filling you over the brim. your hands were grabbing at nothing as your thighs started shaking, he didn't even start moving yet.

deeming the wait long enough, satoru started grinding into your heavenly pussy, feeling the sand move with him. "stay quiet now, don't wanna traumatize the elderly." at this point, you were so overwhelmed by the feeling of his dick moving, you didn't hear his remark at all, plus he knew you couldn't stay quiet. watching spit and tears running down your face, he set his goal to completely ruin you this time. grabbing your sides so tightly they'll definitely bruise, he started pistoning his cock into you, bullying through your creamy walls, watching as your juices drip from his balls to the towel on the ground. grunting, he watched as your eyes criss-crossed and started lifting you up by your ass, hitting deeper spots. "y-you on the pill, right, babe?", seeing you nod weakly, he went completely feral, driven by the thought of filling you up with his cum. with his constant, fast and hard thrusts, you came without even feeling it build up, scratching his back open with a loud shout. "fuck baby, cumming on my cock like a good girl. watch." he grabbed the back of your head, making you watch as your pussy fluttered and squirted around his huge dick. satoru wrapped his arms tighter around you as he felt your body going limp, slowing his thrusts down to heavy grinding. with a long, breathy groan, your boyfriend came in a constant flow, filling you up with his warm, sticky sperm- his cock so big it didn't let anything slip out. a thought crossed his mind as he watched you whimper, feeling the heaviness of his dick softening inside- "mine"

coming to your senses, you cupped satoru's cheek, surprised to see such a serious look on his face - though it almost vanished instantly, replaced with his signature goofy smirk. "damn, I fucked you good." slapping him playfully, you rolled your eyes and chuckled - wiggling your hips.

"round two in the hotel?"

[4ngelholic]

"kissed the scars on his skin"

ft. diluc , childe

cw. mentions of scars , blood (?)

DILUC RAGNIVINDR - you waited in your shared bedroom with your lover, casting a few glances to the clock on the other side of the room 11:53 pm. he should be either finishing up or on his way back from protecting the outside mondstadt's walls.. or he got angry and venting his frustration out on some abyss mages and hilichurls if something happened during the day at the tavern. most likely not. he would've sent you a letter no matter how busy he was. speaking of letters, you two wrote each other more letters than usual this week since both of you were too busy. you were asleep first, and he would leave the house first. so, today you wanted at least a few minutes with him before you guys sleep. hearing your bedroom door open, you see him pushing his front hair back while entering. you stand up and give him a soft smile when your eyes lock with his slowly widening. "my love? why are you still awake?" he asked. "waiting for you, of course, 'cause I've been oh so very lonely."

"I see.. sorry."

you push the door closed while walking behind him taking off his jacket for him, and putting it on a hanger.

"psh, don't be sorry now. go change, don't make me wait too long. I might fall asleep on you."

he surprisingly walked faster to your shared bathroom to change, causing you to stiffle a laughter. you made your way to your side of the bed, slipping under the covers. he came out as fast as he came in from the bathroom. he quickly slipped into the bed and laid on his side beside you. you move your hand going right behind his head and slowly pull his hair tie off. he was tired, but the slow dim light of the candle reflected off the side of his face. he was tired but calm. moving your hand back, you slowly moved both of your hands to his loose white button shirt to unclapse it, making sure to go slow. after all of them were unbuttoned, you slowly made your way closer to his body. giving him small and light kisses starting from his collarbone, shoulders, chest, and stomach where all of them had big, and small scars scattered across his body.some of the scars had a little more kisses than others while some were lighter than the others. half way, his body seemed to relax probably fast alseep.after kissing all the ones that were currently visible to the eye you made your way back to face him, this time peppering his face with kisses causing his face to scrunch up a bit. cute. you wrap your arms around his waist and hide your face into his neck,

"goodnight diluc."

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CHILDE - "sorry about this darling and ouch." he winces as you wrap the bandage around his torso from behind, slightly pulling it harder as a warning. you were at bubu pharmacy talking to parents and checking up with their kids. all was peaceful until he came barging in all bloody. calmly pushing the patients that were already done with their check ups out, shouting the next appointment would be, you pull childe's arm and seating him beside your desk.

"where, what, why, and how did this happen to you?!" you grit pacing around your office cabinets looking for the correct supplies.

"I got a little carried away at lingju pass with some abyss mages. I was finished with some of you know, business I had to attend to for the fatui, and I was strolling around. and you should've seen me darling, I even got a headshot! I could've finished them off if it weren't for their unnecessary shield. their shield was quite hard to remove." at this point, he was flexing his muscles to show off to you.

"stop moving. if you don't, it'll only be bothersome once you go back on the field with it wrapped."

he puts his hand on his chest, looking at you with sad eyes through his lashes "you pain me, darling."

"I pain you? I wouldn't pain you if you just listened to me."

he turns his head to face you,his body still facing the front. "hmph! well, I do say.. I've been a good patient, right? where's my reward? hm? hmm??" there wasn't light in his eyes, but they sparkled so much from his expectations it could put a night sky full of stars to shame. you place your hands firm on his shoulders, ducking your head. your face a few inches away from his back, you kiss his current open wound that was covered. pulling your lips away, your breath fanning his skin, you could see the goosebumps starting to form. you slowly kiss the other scars he already had from before.

"there, feel any better?" you smile.

childe stood up from his chair, a little quickly almost knocking the stool over if it weren't for you catching it on time. "o-oh.. uhm. yeah. mhm. yes, great. amazing, actually." the smile on your face slowly turned into sly grin as you see his ears burning red.

[electrosair]

Heyyyy! Can i request Baizhu, Gorou, Kaveh, Scaramouche, Tighnari, Xiao with a s/o emotionally unstable after someone dear (their teacher/mentor if possible) to them passed away? My teacher passed away a week ago and i've been like a broken record crying out of nowhere. And what's a better comfort than your favs comforting you :,D

Comforting you after a loved one passed away dendro + pyro ver.

english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes

characters: alhaitham + baizhu + kaveh + tighnari + diluc + lyney + thoma

word count: 0.4k

Alhaitham

He's usually a very calm person, so when you told him about it his face didn't change, but he put his arms around you and pulled you against him. He's probably not very good at comforting with words, but he's going to let you vent and cry while he hugs you.

Baizhu

He knows how badly you may be grieving, so for the first few weeks he would be by your side most of the time, giving you space if you needed it, but asking you every so often. After that he would try to keep you busy with other things.

Kaveh

He would cry with you when he finds out, and if you cry too, he will cry even more. He doesn't want to be separated from you at any time, he would do everything possible to spend most hours of the day with you. Cuddling on the couch every night definitely.

Tighnari

The worst thing you can do from his point of view is to lock yourself up crying all day, so he would take you out for long walks and tell you things to distract you. But if you really need to cry and talk, he'll listen to you without complaint.

Diluc

He himself has already gone through such a moment a few years ago, so he would know perfectly well how you are going through these moments. He is not a person of many words, but he'd try to comfort you with his presence and small acts that cheer you up.

Lyney

He's already a person who will always put on a good face and try to help you as much as possible, so when he hears about the event he would visit you just to check up on you. It will turn into daily visits where he makes sure you smile at least once.

Thoma

He probably feels terrible just seeing you so down about the news. He does everything to cheer you up, make you laugh, give you massages, cook with you or just be there for you when you need him the most. He's not going anywhere unless you beg him to.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 10

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

A week before all of you were supposed to be leaving for the Bahamas, you got another call from your dad.

Well, actually, he had been calling about four times every single day since the last time you had talked to him. But neither you nor your sister had bothered picking up when he called nor had you bothered replying to his messages. And the others had slowly gotten used to just ignoring the calls as well.

However, your father had spent nearly every hour sending in a call. It was interrupting the plans, and finally you picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Y/N." Your father's voice sounded relieved. "I've been trying to contact you for two weeks now."

"I know." You sighed. "But I really don't have the energy for another fight, okay?"

"Please, I want to be there for this, I want to be there for you. You're right. My and your mother never really wanted kids, but I still love you and Y/S/N. If I could do things over again, I would. Make more time for the both of you. Maybe then when. . . when your mother passed away I would've had. . . I'm sorry Y/N. I never meant to lash out at you or Y/S/N. It's just. . . it's so painful when your soulmate dies."

He sounded truly guilty and sad and apologetic. He really did sound sincere. But still, you couldn't just forget everything. How when you needed both him and your mother the most, they were busy with something 'more important'. And afterwards. . . Y/S/N still had a scar on her shoulder blade from that.

You let out a sigh. It had been a short period of time and now years had passed in between. Everyone deserved second chances. "You can come."

Sam looked up at those words.

"But I. . . I don't know if I'll have you walk me down the aisle." You finished. "There's a lot of mending between the both of us and also Y/S/N before I let you walk me down the aisle."

"That sounds fair." Your father sounded happy that you were giving him a second chance. "Where should I go? What should I do?"

"We're having the ceremony in the Bahamas." You said. "I can-"

Tony whipped the phone out of your hand, "Hello? Mr. Y/L/N? Yes, this is Tony Stark. One of the soulmates of your absolutely gorgeous daughter."

"What are you doing?" You hissed quietly, mortified. You really hoped Tony didn't say anything rude.

"I'm more than lenient to have a private jet fly out to your nearest airport and fly you to the Bahamas and also provide your stay for free. However, the minute that Y/N gets upset with you, you're on your own and all of the expenses fall right back on your head." Tony threatened. "The plane will be there in six hours, have a nice trip."

He hung up on my dad on my phone.

Stephen just shook his head, sighing.

"That was dramatic." You said, taking your phone from him.

"At least now he'll be on his best behavior." Tony said with a smirk, drawing you into his arms. "Oh I can't wait before you're ours."

You smiled a little, pecking Tony on the lips. "The feeling is very mutual."

"Have you decided whose going to be first?" Nat asked.

"First?" You questioned, turning out of Tony's arms to face her.

"Sure." Nat said with a shrug. "I mean, with so many soulmates, you can only lose your virginity to one of them."

You blushed scarlet. Sam just stared at Nat while Stephen turned his back to her, putting a hand to his head like he was frustrated. Tony just snorted. Clint poked his head out from the vent.

"I mean, sure you're going to bond with all of them in one night, but I don't think it would be a good idea for you to start with a super solider or a God for your first." Nat explained, "You should go with someone smaller in size. Or at least, not genetically enhanced."

"Damn." Sam said, shaking his head, "Guess you're losing it to Clint first."

"Oi!" Clint protested, falling out of the vent. "Why am I the smallest?"

"It's commonly known that black males have the biggest dicks." Sam said, raising an eyebrow.

Stephen walked over to Tony, putting his hands over his ears before dragging him out of the room. You were both mortified and amused at the conversation.

"Hey." Sam said, shrugging his shoulders as Clint scoffed, "Thor, Loki, Bucky, Steve, and I are out already from being enhanced. T'Challa, Rhodey, and Fury are black. Tony and Stephen already lost it to each other. Which leaves you. The white virgin."

Clint just stared at Sam for a moment and then grinned, "Yes! I get Y/N first!"

Sam just pursed his lips.

And then the floor dropped underneath you and you landed in Stephen's arms in the elevator.

"Well, hello there." You said before kissing his cheek. "How are you?"

Stephen sighed, "My poor babies had to listen to that conversation."

Tony blushed slightly at the nickname. So did you for that matter.

You giggled. "Well thank you for protecting our ears."

You might've added 'daddy' to the end of that sentence, but you didn't want to tease him anymore than they already were. You wait until all of you were properly bonded before you started teasing them relentlessly.

Stephen, Tony, and you ended up going to the New York Sanctorum. Stephen gave you a full tour or the rather large building. You even stepped into one of the climate portals for a short amount of time, though you didn't stay for long.

It was very interesting, seeing how many magical items there were in the different glass cases.

Tony kept trying to touch stuff, being the tinkerer that he was, but Stephen kept slapping his hands away from the stuff, before finally threatening to tie them behind his back. You giggled at the playful banter.

"STRANGE!" A voice shouted through the Sanctorum.

"WONG!" Stephen shouted back in the same exact tone.

"Ah, there you are." Wong said, climbing the stairs. Wong was descended from Tibetan Monks, which I found fascinating. Especially as Tibet was hidden from the world as China tried to pretend there was no Tibet.

China refuses to acknowledge the three T's: Taiwan, Tibet, and Tiananmen Square. They like to pretend that Taiwan and Tibet are still under their rule. And then also like to pretend that the Tiananmen Square massacre never took place.

"I was hoping that you could come to Kamar-Taj and assist with the training of some new recruits." Wong said, glancing over to us, looking apologetic.

"Yes, of course." Stephen said. "Tony, Y/N, would you like to come and visit?"

"Sure." Tony said.

"Um, if you don't think we'd be intruding." You said.

"Not at all." Wong said.

"Where is Kamar-Taj?" You asked as they led you down the stairs to where Stephen had shown the Sanctorum's connected with the others. Wong started to open up the one into Kamar-Taj.

"Tibet." He answered.

Ah, of course. Made sense.

Once you stepped through the portal, Stephen and Wong led the way up another flight of stairs and through some dim hallways lit with torches until you reached a courtyard like area. There were several rows of students there to learn. Wong, Stephen, and another female teacher quickly spread out amongst the others.

You and Tony quickly sat out of the way next to each other. He wrapped his arms around you as the two of you watched Stephen teach.

"He's so bloody handsome." You muttered.

"Isn't he just?" Tony sighed wistfully. "Hey, are you sure that you're okay with your dad coming to your wedding ceremony?"

You were silent for a moment and then replied with, "I thought it would be fair to give him a second chance. If he screws up, well we weren't exactly rich so it'll certainly be a bit of a pain in the ass for him if he, you know, screws up. I don't know. I'm more afraid for Y/S/N being around my father. She was the one who was more involved in his bad period because she was home more. I don't know though. . . I haven't had my soulmates for more than a year yet. And he and my mother were married for a pretty long time before she passed away."

"How did she die?" Tony asked softly.

"She was at one of those parades, I don't even remember what it was for. Some guy drove his semi truck through with the intent to kill. She just happened to be one of those victims."

"Sorry." Tony said softly.

"What about you? Parents, I mean?" You questioned.

"I grew up thinking they died in a car crash. Turns out HYDRA sent Barnes after them because my father had something they wanted. Super soldier serum vials I think. Bucky killed them."

"How can you stand behind in the same room as him?" You questioned.

"Well, it took a bit of self control and listening. But I knew it was HYDRA in his head, not him himself. Eventually I forgave him. He had been beating himself up over it for so long. The Bucky Steve knew, the one you know, he wouldn't hurt a fly. It's a good thing Shuri was able to help him."

You nodded, "Good. It's already pretty awkward between Loki and Phil."

"Ah well, the difference there is Loki actually killed Coulson." Tony said. "Although admittedly, he was also being mind manipulated by an alien so there's some leniency."

You were quiet for a moment, "You don't think it was a mistake? Inviting my dad?"

"No." Tony said quietly as we watched Stephen create a glowing sword down below us. "My father was also fairly absent in my life. I wish I could've given him a second chest."

You turned your body so that you could hug him from the front.

A few moments later, you heard Stephen's voice behind you, "Well don't you two just look adorable."

You turned to see him standing there, sliding his sling ring off his finger and into his pocket. You got to your feet, barreling into him for a hug. Stephen wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. "Hey there sweetheart. Ready to head home?"

You nodded. You heard Stephen call out a good-bye to Wong before the three of you headed back to New York.

Upon walking back up the stairs though, Stephen flung an arm out to stop you from walking. He moved slightly to hide you.

Peeking around him, you saw a slightly handsome African American man standing there.

"Mordo, what are you doing here?" Stephen questioned. You noticed his sling ring was back on his finger. Tony had his Iron repulsor gloves on, hands raised slightly if he needed to shoot.

The man that Stephen had called Mordo crossed his arms over his chest, "You know what I'm here for, Stephen."

"And you won't get-" Stephen said firmly.

"I wasn't asking." Mordo said, shaking his head, pulling out an electric sword.

"Tony get her out." Stephen said, taking up a defensive position almost immediately as Mordo charged.

"Stephen!" You shouted as Tony wrapped an arm around your waist, kicking off to go through the glass ceiling. However, all that happened was you ended up flying through a portal which put the both of you in front of Mordo. Tony quickly shoved you out of the way.

You went sprawling across the marble floor as he ducked one of the swings of Mordo's sword. Stephen lashed out with a glowing whip as you scrambled to your feet.

You were quick in pulling out your phone.

Y/N 🥖: SOS Sanctorum. Angry Wizard

God 1 🔨🌩: On our way

God 2 💚: Portal out

Thor suddenly smashed through the front doors, sending a streaking bolt of lightning towards the dark skinned wizard. He deflected rather quickly and you dropped to the floor to avoid being electrocuted.

Steve and Bucky were next through the doors. Steve threw his shield, which got deflected by a mirror. Steve quickly ducked to avoid being decapitated by his own shield.

Bucky didn't dare start shooting, instead trying to get to you. But Mordo portaled him to who knew where.

"Bucky!" You shouted as the portal closed up.

A few other wizards started to jump down, fighting against the others.

Suddenly, you felt a cold feeling wash over you. "Shh, not a sound." Loki's voice whispered in your ear, "I'm cloaking you. We're invisible. Start making your way towards the door."

You couldn't see Loki and you had to assume that he was right there with you as you started to walk towards the door. You hoped Bucky was safe, wherever he was, and you hoped that the others would get out of this okay.

"Where'd she go?" Mordo shouted.

Was he after you? Why?

"Faster." Loki's voice was urgent in your voice and you started running, hoping that you weren't making any noise as you did so.

The doors slammed shut right before you could've gotten out of them and you heard Loki curse.

You reached around blindly, grabbing his hand, starting to drag him back towards where Stephen and Tony were still fighting Mordo. He tugged on your hand, trying to get you to slow down.

Steve and Nat were fighting another four wizards, while Thor was slowly but surely taking down the six that were against him.

You dragged Loki carefully, but quickly past Stephen and Tony, back down the stairs. Loki sped up once he realized that you had an escape plan in line. You quickly opened up the door to Kamar-Taj and stepped through.

Loki lifted the spell immediately and you could see him there. He had a slight scratch across one of his cheeks, but though it was red, it wasn't bleeding.

He gripped your hand tighter as the two of you ran through the building. "Wong?" You shouted. "Wong?"

Wong approached very soon, "Y/N?" He stopped short upon seeing Loki, "Where's Stephen and Tony?"

"They're back in the New York Sanctorum with Thor and Steve. Mordo is attacking them but he brought a few Wizards with him and Stephen is the only magician there." You explained through quick puffs of breath.

Wong nodded, "I need you two to stay here." He called out to a few wizards who all got ready, lifting off a bunch of staffs that you assumed were something like Mordo's glowing lightsaber stick thing and Wong hurried the way the two of you had come.

He left a few other wizards there for your protection in case their was another onslaught of fighters. You weren't sure if that was normal, but you felt to sick with worry to care about it.

"Are you alright?" Loki asked as he led you to an area so that the two of you could sit down.

"Physically." You answered, "But where did he send Bucky!? What if. . . what if sent him to a volcano or the middle of the ocean!? What if-" Your voice choked off at the end and you crumpled forward to cry into Loki's shoulder.

"It's alright Y/N, it's okay. You'd know if Bucky was in danger." Loki said softly. "The fact that there is nothing happening to your soulmate bond that is linked to him means that he is not feeling any pain, nor is he dead. Those are both good things."

You nodded as your tears subsided. "No pain and no death."

"Exactly."

"The others will be okay, right?" You asked, needing reassurance.

"I'm sure. They managed to survive everything else before."

"Why did he want me?"

"I have no idea. Probably because he would see you as. . . a way to get to Stephen." Loki explained. "I'm afraid having the Avengers as soulmates is going to put a rather large target on your back my Queen. But we'll protect you with everything we have."

You kissed Loki's cheek before settling into his arms while you waited. It seemed like an eternity, but only fifteen, maybe twenty minutes later, Wong came back with his group, Stephen, Tony, Steve, Thor, and Nat following behind.

You leapt to your feet, rushing over to Stephen. "Are you okay. You're bleeding. Can you find Bucky? Everyone's okay, right?"

Your questions were rushed as you grabbed a tissue and started dabbing at the cut lines along Stephen's cheek.

"He bleeds all the time." Tony sighed, "It's his trademark to come back from a fight with at least three bloody scratches on his face."

Your lips twitched a little while Stephen rolled his eyes. "Everyone's alright Y/N. And it will take some time, but I think with the help of FRIDAY and a few magic tricks, we should be able to find Bucky within an hour of two. Depends on where he ended up."

You nodded frantically as you finished dabbing at Stephen's scratches.

Steve looked absolutely terrible. He wasn't hurt, but it was obvious that Bucky disappearing had done a number on him. You attended him next, wrapping your arms tightly around his chest. He hugged you back, almost as tightly.

"We'll find him Steve." You murmured. "He's going to be okay."

Steve just nodded, his cheek brushing with yours as he did so.

Stephen ushered all of you back to the Sanctorum before portaling you all back to Avengers tower. Once there, Tony got to work on using FRIDAY to see if she could use all of the cameras in the world to help narrow down potential spots that Bucky might be.

While that was happening, Pietro had called the girl named Makkari, and they both decided to run around their respective hemispheres and see if they could locate Bucky and help save time.

You felt utterly useless, sitting on the couch next to Rhodey who had an arm around your shoulder, fingers softly moving up and down your arm in a comforting motion.

Your leg kept bouncing up and down in anxiety before Clint finally pulled you up off the couch to take you to the kitchen.

"I can't eat, I feel sick." You muttered.

"Well, you're going to have to eat." Clint said. "Buck will be fine, you'll see. Now eat, it wouldn't do to get sick before our wedding now, would it?"

You managed a small smile with Clint's enthusiasm and persistence. "I just. . . sometimes I wish I could locate where my soulmates were."

"That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Clint asked, moving around the kitchen and then pausing, "I don't actually really know how to make anything so. . ."

You giggled, feeling just a little bit lighter. Maybe Clint was just trying to distract you, but it was working.

"We should make dinner for everyone." You decided.

"But that's like forty people." Clint said. "We should just order pizza."

You rolled your eyes, "I actually already had preparations ready for dinner for tonight."

You opened up the refrigerator, pulling out several large, blue glass bowls with plastic wrap over them.

"Oh? What are you making?" Clint asked in interest as you started to preheat the oven and undo the plastic wrap.

You smirked at him evilly, "Spicy Chicken legs."

⬅️➡️

[erabu-san]

HI ERABU!! FREMILLEI ANON HERE!! (Not here to talk about fremillei ironically lol)

Sorry about your trouble with Cyno and Tighnari :( I totally get the frustration of just seeing something as a cute friendship and having 90% of the fandom see them as romantic.

We live in a society (the genshin fandom). Us platonic Cyno and Tighnari enjoyers have to stick together✊

With that being said, I've been kinda on a Collei and Tighnari brainrot the past few weeks sooo, hope you don't mind if I ramble about them👀

Can I just say, how much I adore their dynamic. Whether it's father/daughter or big brother/little sister, they're so sweet and care about each other so much🥹 On Collei's side, besides Amber, Tighnari was one of the first people she's ever opened up to, or has felt comfortable around. He's so kind and patient with her and she's really grateful for it!! (Her relationship with Cyno is similar but I do think it was a little awkward at first since Cyno reminded her of her past...)

And on Tighnari's side, well, at first he saw her as a student. But he immediately felt this...urge to help her. Like she had been through so much, and he felt like he had to try and help her in some way. (You brother comes in at the middle of the night asking you to take care of this random traumatized child wyd). He enjoyed getting to know her, and teaching her. And he felt such a strong sense of pride when she gets a good grade in a test, or is able to write something coherently. Overtime, he got to see more of her, more of her personality and quirks, and he developed so much affection for her, treating her like he would a little sister💞

I do think that maybe Collei has trouble talking to him about things. Maybe since she's scared of being judged (she knows he wouldn't, but the feeling is still there). So she ended venting to trees. I like to imagine one day, Tighnari was looking for her when he overheard her talking to a tree. At first he was like "why is she doing that??" But decided to leave since he didn't wanna eavesdrop. But then, he caught her talking about HIM.

"Master Tighnari is so patient and kind with me... I know he would never judge me, or make me feel bad. But...I still find it hard to talk to him. He's usually busy...I don't wanna bother him."

And that just broke his heart :( He wanted Collei to feel comfortable talking to him, he WANTED her to come to him whenever she had a problem. He left, but after that, he would subtly encourage her to talk to him if she needed to, reminding her that she wasn't a bother or anything like that, and that he cared about her. And it made her happy to hear!! And she slowly started coming to him more often!!

Also SLIGHT fremillei (I'm sorry I can't escape the chokehold they have on me) I picture this scene, where after Collei finds out about Freminet being apart of the Fatui, Collei immediately runs home, so many emotions going through her head. Hurt, fear, guilt- she's so overwhelmed. She arrives back and while she's passing by Tighnari's house (house? Cottage?? What do you call those?😭) he calls out to her, noticing something's wrong. She stops, and looks at Tighnari, breathing heavy from running. She doesn't know where to begin, what she should tell him, IF she should tell him. But, she looks at him, looks at the concern on his face, and runs towards him and hugs him tightly, sobbing into his chest. Tighnari is confused, but he doesn't question it, and immediately wraps his arms around her.

"It's okay...I'm here."

I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK BUT THEY'VE BEEN ON MY BRAIN. I feel like not a lot of people talk about them alone, which kinda sucks since their relationship is so sweet :(

Again, sorry to bombarde you with the long ask😭 You art is beautiful, and I love hearing your genshin Sumeru headcanons. Thank you for listening to my rambles. Have a lovely day and take care of yourself!! <3

WAAAAH I AM SORRY FOR LATE ANSWER BUT WHEN I READ THIS I WAS ON THE FLOOR I LOVE IT, IT IS SO ADORABLE

Anon you have such a big brain and I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT 🫵

Oh the part when Collei hugs Tighnari and he is just saying that he is here

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Highschool AU chuuya x reader whose best friend lied to them!

pairing:- chuuya x gn!reader

scenario:- chuuya comforts his s/o when they find out their best friend lied to them.

genre:-comfort/fluff

type:- oneshot A/N:- Hi hi!this is just a vent piece mostly but i hope its perhaps a little relatable? im tryna put some stuff out while i write the requests i have! so this is a few weeks old~

It was the day before your business studies exam and you’d scheduled a study session at your house with your best guy friend turned boyfriend;chuuya nakahara

(Also i hc him havin the subject combo of business studies,economics and physics)

Buddy was ready to get down to business! He’d bought along some of your favorite drinks and snacks and after saying hi to your parents,who absolutely adored him, he headed to your room.

He knocked on your door and was met with sniffles.

This set off sirens in his head but he thought he knew what the root cause of this could be.

He slowly opens to door and sets the snacks,drinks, and his notes down before joining you at your spot on the floor.

He wordlessly wraps you in a hug which startles you for a second before you realize its him.

But once you do,you pull him closer and it makes you cry just a little harder,your cries muffled by his hoodie.

He slowly begins to rub your back in an attempt to calm you down while whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Once you calm down enough you look up at him and exhale.

“Sorry...”

“Nope. Dont be...now,you wanna talk about it?”

He always knew how to respond and it was honestly always such a relief.

You knew he’d never offer to help if he didnt want to and when he did he always meant it.(and he’d make a little mental note to be there for you no matter what,because you’d always done the same for him)

But once you nodded and opened your mouth to speak,the reasoning behind your current state wasn’t at all what he’d imagined.

“F/N lied...”

*insert confused gingi boi*

You noticed his look of confusion and began your explanation.

To be quite frank,Your best friend,whom youd known since elementary, had lied to you and it all seemed to be over a boy.

Chuuya was honestly dumbstruck.this was the girl who’d been there for you even before he knew you,

and she also happened to be the one who’d introduced the two of you...

And what was even stranger was how this seemed to uncharacteristic of her...she wasnt the type to go after boys and had always been focused on her studies.and the thing that kinda pissed chuuya off was that the boy in question wasn’t even that great a guy.he was a nice enough kid sure,but he wasn’t great...and certainly nowhere near her standard...

After you finished your explanation you looked to him for his verdict before saying your final statement,

“...and im not sure if im overreacting or not because sure its just a small thing but the fact is that she lied when id have been okay if she just told me the truth...i dont know Chuu....this all just hurts i guess...and this plus the paper tomorrow has me so fucking drained!”

You groaned in frustration and he saw this as his opening to step in.

“Okay first of all,it’s kinda messed up that she did that but have you tried talking to her?”

“No...I thought id just talk to her after exams were over,otherwise who knows maybe she’ll say the reason she got a B or a C was cos I started shit...”

“Okay yeah fair...but do you see yourself being friends with her after this? Especially if her justification is as shitty as what she did?”

“I dont know...the thing is she means so much to me...i trusted her and this is what she did??? I know ill never be able to trust her ag- actually who am I kidding im gonna trust her again and get hurt all over again....i dont know what to do ‘Yaya”

He nodded thoughtfully at that,the gears in his head turning as he tried to come up with the perfect solution.

He know you valued honesty and loyalty above all,it was one of the things you had in common and also one of the things that had made you as close as you were,so he knew this wouldnt be easy.because truthfully even he wouldnt have been able to deal with this and woulda probably turned to you for help...

“Okay then,try to focus on the exam,as best you can and talk to her after? I know its gonna hurt like a bitch but just try?”

“And ill be here okay?,” he said taking your hand in his, “no matter what.”

“Thanks chuuya...Youre probably the best thing that came from my friendship with her.” You said with a soft half-smile.

“Likewise.” He said returning the gesture.

You then looked back to the notes sprawled all around you.

“Fuxk...business tomorrow..”

“Mhmm...wanna start?”

“Dont really have a choice,” you wiped your tears and blew your nose on a tissue before saying, “lets do this!”

“Attagirl!” He said giving you a fist bump.

You studied well into the night and he stayed at your place.

And the next morning,you set off to the exam center hand in hand,giving eachother a single good luck kiss before making your way to your seats.

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[chronicowboy]

i find you in everything (but its here you find yourself) | 3k

Connor comes over to talk things through with Kameron the next day, and Buck makes himself scarce. Figures they'll appreciate the privacy, and he can escape an awkward situation. And its not like he was just planning on hanging around the loft all day.

Christopher had sent him a SOS that morning stating that he hoped his dad was better at taking things apart at work than he was at trying to build things at home. And the request for back-up had come through whilst Buck was still laughing to himself.

So, when Connor comes knocking on the door looking a bit like a dog with its tail between its legs, Buck grabs his stuff and heads on over to supervise construction of Christopher's vision.

Its later, much later, after a text from Kameron saying they've talked things through and she's going home, after many teasing jibes that Eddie had taken like a pro, after a few minor squabbles about compromises in the design, Buck finds himself settling onto the couch with a sigh.

Eddie holds a beer out to him, and Buck reaches for it just as Eddie snatches it away.

"Hey!" he yelps.

"Sorry." Eddie grins, looks anything but sorry. "Had to make sure you weren't gonna fall asleep on me."

"One time," Buck grumbles as he successfully manages to grab his beer. He twists the cap off and takes three big gulps before closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the back of the couch. "God, how is a middle school project so tiring? What happened to the good old days of popsicle sticks?"

"I mean..." Eddie raises his eyebrows. "I think technically it could be a popsicle stick project. Our foreman just decided that he wanted something more up to code."

"And up to code it is. We did a damn good job." Buck turns to Eddie with a grin and holds his bottle out for a cheers. Eddie raises his own, but Buck just shakes his head. "Oh, you thought I meant you? How cute." He tries to ignore the way Eddie's cheeks flush a light pink, but its an entrancing sight. "I meant, Christopher and me."

"I helped!" Eddie objects, voice squeaky. "I bought all your materials."

"With Bobby's help," Buck points out, tries not to let any of the hurt that he hadn't been asked seep into the words. Its just. Buck worked construction. Bobby destroyed his own fireplace. Whatever.

"Well, you were busy," Eddie murmurs like he can read Buck's mind, like he hadn't meant for Buck to hear.

"Eddie." Buck frowns at the tight clench of Eddie's jaw. He watches as the tensions melts out of Eddie's expression, watches as Eddie turns to him with curious eyes and an open posture.

"How are things with Natalia?" Eddie grins teasingly, but there's something twisted to it that makes Buck's stomach itch in his abdomen.

"Uh, I don't really know." Buck grimaces down at his beer. "Last night, Taylor was on the news," here Buck has to pause to give Eddie time to roll his eyes, "promoting her book."

"She's written a book?" Eddie deadpans, then sniffs haughtily. "Didn't know she could read."

"Wow." Buck huffs a laugh and shakes his head. "Yeah, so after the Lucy thing and then Taylor kind of mentioned me, I think?"

"Christ," Eddie mutters, "will we never be free of her?" Buck snorts.

"Anyway, then I kind of had to give Natalia a rundown of my past, you know?"

"Why?" Eddie frowns.

"Well, because." Buck blinks. "Uh, I guess I didn't? But I offered it, so..."

"Okay..." Eddie shoots him a strange look, one of his harder to decipher looks that Buck never knows how to read. "And she was okay with it all?"

"Yeah, she was." Buck knocks back another swig of his beer. "Until Kameron walked in."

"Oh." Eddie shifts in his seat. "She's nearly due, right?"

"Yeah, a couple of weeks or so, I don't really know." Buck picks at the label on the bottle. "Her and Connor had been fighting, she needed a place to crash and someone to vent to and I was closest."

"And Natalia, what? Just left?"

"I mean, she told me to take care of myself first. But, yeah," Buck takes another sig of beer, "she left."

"Sorry, man, I know you liked her." Eddie drops a hand on his shoulder, and Buck forgets who her is for a moment. "Guess where most people are scared of death, a death doula is scared of life."

"Wow, that's actually pretty poignant," Buck says. "Didn't know you had it in you." Eddie just rolls his eyes.

"Its weird, though," he says suddenly, dropping his arm from Buck's shoulder to the back of the couch. Buck shudders at the loss.

"What's weird?" he asks instead of examining that feeling too closely.

"Her being scared off by a donor baby." Eddie frowns over at him. "Chris didn't freak her out?"

Buck feels like he's trapped in the moment of free fall before your line catches you.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, your full disclosure speech must have included Chris," Eddie says simply like that was never up for discussion. "Because, let's face it, she might not have said it, but Taylor definitely had a problem with how much time you spent with us. So, it only makes sense that you'd tell Natalia and get ahead of that." Eddie stops, tilts his head to the side. "Unless I'm wrong?"

"I, um." Buck scrubs a hand over his jaw, frowns at the spot of epoxy on the carpet, feels suddenly, dreadfully guilty for reasons unknown. "It was mainly romantic partners."

"Oh." Eddie nods, takes a sip of beer. "Well, probably a good thing then. Chris definitely would have freaked her out more than an unborn baby."

"W-why would C-Chris have freaked her out?" Buck asks, inexplicably feeling like he's about to open Pandora's Box.

Eddie looks over at him, his eyebrows twitching into a frown in that way that means he's figuring something out.

"Well." Eddie sets his beer down on the coffee table and turns to face Buck, his knee knocking into Buck's thigh like a bolt of lightning. "You're a donor for the baby, you're not gonna be anything more than dad's friend to them, right?"

"Right," Buck says carefully, irrationally terrified of whatever comes next when Eddie's face smooths into a proud smile for a moment.

"But, you know, Chris is..." Eddie exhales an exaggerated breath and shakes his head. "You're in Chris' life, you know?"

"What, um." Buck sets his bottle down too, hands trembling as he does so. "What do you mean?"

"Buck," Eddie says, endlessly gentle. "What do you think Christopher is to you?"

"My best friend," Buck answers without hesitation. It feels like the right answer when Eddie's face cracks into a smile so fond that Eddie has to duck his head to hide the breadth of it.

"That it?" Eddie prompts, still so so soft.

"I-is there anything else?" Buck asks breathlessly. "Besides. I mean, apart from, you know, the whole legal guardian thing. But that's not really. You know, that's a break glass in case of emergencies kind of thing."

"Jesus Christ, Buck." Eddie grimaces like Buck landed a physical blow. "Is that what you really think?"

"I..." Buck glances at the hallway that leads to Christopher's room. "Yes?"

"God, I knew you didn't get it." Eddie shakes his head at himself. "I knew you didn't understand, but I was so tried and everything hurt and it seemed too weird to bring up after the fact. But I knew you didn't understand what I was trying to tell you."

"What were you trying to tell me?" Buck breathes, both desperate for and terrified of the answer.

"That you're his dad," Eddie rasps.

Buck is infinitely glad that he'd had the foresight to set his beer down earlier because there's no way he wouldn't have spilled it all over the couch at those words, at the raw emotion in Eddie's voice as he said them.

"Evan, you've been helping me raise him for years," Eddie whispers. "You've been in his life longer than his mother. You bake cookies for his class and abandon pregnant women at your apartment to help him with his homework and you make him lasagne and take him to the zoo. He runs to you when he's mad at me, he talks to you about things he doesn't feel comfortable talking to me about, he asks for you when he's sick, and he still hugs you even though he dodges mine half the time." Eddie's hand is back on his shoulder, an anchor in the stormy ocean trying to whisk him away. "You're his dad."

"No." Buck shakes his head frantically. "No, E-Eddie, I didn't mean to... I'd never. You know I think you're the best dad-"

"Buck, relax," Eddie laughs gently. "I know you aren't trying to replace me. We're... Co-dads."

A million moments flash through Buck's head, each one slotting something inside of his chest back into place like all he'd ever needed was to hear those words. It feels like salvation and healing and victory and the greatest gift in the whole world. It feels like everything Buck has ever wanted.

"Co-dads," Buck murmurs to himself, vision of Eddie blurring through the tears. "I like that."

"Yeah?" Eddie huffs. "Me too."

They sit in their heavy silence then, neither of them reaching for their beers or making any move to dispel the magnitude of the moment. Buck picks at a loose thread on his sweats.

"When we, um, took Chris to Santa's village," Buck starts, suddenly shy at Eddie's attention. "Your first year here. The elf that brought him over. She, well, she told me that we have an adorable son."

"We do," Eddie says proudly, reaching for his beer. Buck almost cracks right down the middle at the easy confirmation.

"I just said thank you," Buck carries on. "Didn't correct her or anything. It just. It felt so good, you know? A stranger thinking I could have anything to do with Chris."

"You have everything to do with him," Eddie says, words full of conviction. "Do you know how many people at his school knew you were his dad before you?" Buck whips around to face him head on. "Chris has been telling people he has two dads for years now." Buck free falls once again, but there's no harness to catch him this time, he just falls and falls and falls. "At first, he said it was easier than explaining who you actually were to him. But then he started realising that that's exactly who you are to him. A second dad."

"God," Buck chokes out, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Thank you." He lifts his head from where he'd buried it in his hands to look at Eddie. "Thank you for letting me be a part of his life."

"Thank you for being a part of his life," Eddie retorts.

Buck takes a moment to look at him then. At this new and improved Eddie Diaz who lets himself feel and lets other people see him feel. And Buck sees all, sees everything written there on Eddie's face plain as day. He sees gratitude and happiness, fondness and intimacy, amusement and care, and such overwhelming love that Buck feels a little like he's back on top of that ladder just waiting for something to happen.

And then he remembers Eddie's bashful face when he'd mentioned Marisol after getting back from the hardware store. He sobers instantly, locking down the terrifying thoughts that had begun to scrabble out of the darkest depths of his chest.

"What happens when you find someone?" he finds himself asking. He chances a look at Eddie, hopes its not too obvious that he hadn't meant to ask that. Eddie only frowns at him.

"What do you mean?"

"When you meet someone you like, and you settle down with her and introduce her to Chris." Buck swallows a mouthful of beer, but it feels like swallowing a hundred thumb tacks. "What happens then?"

"I'm not following," Eddie shakes his head.

"Eddie, you'll meet someone one day and where does that leave me?" He turns to face Eddie, their knees knocking together. "Chris will get a step-mom, and I'm... What? Relegated to uncle?"

"Buck, that's not how this works."

"Isn't it?"

"No!" Eddie insists, voice low but no less forceful. "You have your full disclosure speech, I have mine." Eddie bites at the inside of his cheek. "You're always going to be Christopher's dad."

"But, Eddie." Buck sighs, scrubs a hand down his face. "I don't want to do the shared custody thing. I don't want to pass him between us on alternate weekends."

"Why are you acting like I'd just push you out of my life? You're still my best friend."

"Eddie, I don't want to third wheel you and your wife just to spend time with my..." Buck bites back the son fighting to fall off his tongue. It feels like too much, like it'll reveal everything Buck's kept hidden so well that he doesn't know the true extent of it himself.

"What do you want, Buck?" Eddie breathes, determined as he leans forward on a hand planted on the couch cushion between them. "What do you want?"

"This," Buck whispers. "Us, Chris. Just the three of us."

And, fuck, know that he's said it out loud it hits him fully. The force and depth of his desire. Every unnamed feeling that had lingered in his chest cavity over the past four years comes crawling out from between his ribs, crowing a cacophonous chorus of want, want, want. Every gnawing ache in his stomach for something he'd never been able to name suddenly cries out desperately for the man in front of him and the kid asleep down the hall. Every part of him shifts and settles like a plume of dust thrown up on a sheet, falling back down to where it had been before. And Buck realises then that he's been in love with Eddie the whole damn time.

"How do you want us?" Eddie rasps, eyes dropping just for a second. But its long enough. Long enough for Buck to read Eddie like a book from cover to cover and realise that maybe Eddie's been waiting for him this whole time.

"Forever," Buck murmurs as he closes the distance between them.

Eddie meets him in the middle with a hand on his jaw, and Buck drops his own palm to Eddie's thigh now that he knows what he'd been longing for every time he'd stared at Eddie for a moment too long.

Its not a fast thing. Its as slow as the rest of them, as slow as the years they'd spent building the foundation of a house neither of them had any idea they were making. Its slow as Eddie nudges their noses together and drags the point of his down the side of Buck's from eye socket to nostril. Its slow as Buck drops a whisper of a kiss to the corner of Eddie's mouth. And its slow as they finally come together completely.

Eddie is endlessly gentle with him, so much so that Buck feels a little like he's going to shake apart in his hands. But Eddie just slides his hand around into Buck's hair and opens his mouth into the kiss. A pained noise escapes Buck's lungs, and Eddie breathes it in like its what he needs to survive. Their tongues brush for just the smallest of moments before Eddie is pulling away with a heaving chest and dark eyes.

"Forever?" Eddie pants, flushed face full of hope.

"As long as you'll have me," Buck confirms, still transfixed by the slight swell of Eddie's lips.

"Forever then." Eddie nods and reels him back in with the hand still on his neck. Buck goes willingly.

Their next kiss isn't as slow, but its just as achingly tender as Eddie opens him up and invades his senses quite completely. Buck can only fist his hands in the back of Eddie's Henley and hold on for dear life as Eddie takes him apart with an incredibly skilled mouth. When Eddie pulls back to drag in a lungful of air, Buck dives after him and licks into the velvety heat of Eddie's mouth like its all he's been dreaming of for four years. And quiet, collected Eddie Diaz whimpers into the kiss like he's being consumed. It feels like success, Buck thinks.

Eddie pushes him away with a hand to his chest. Buck backs off just far enough that he can still feel the puff of Eddie's breath on his face. His eyes flutter open slowly, taking in the sight of a kiss-rumpled Eddie Diaz with his eyes still squeezed shut like he's trying to remember every single detail of this moment. Buck looks down at the hand on his pec which still hasn't moved, smiles down at it when he realises that Eddie isn't planning on moving any time soon. When he drags his gaze back up to Eddie's face, he finds bright red cheeks and a shameless, grinning shrug.

Before either of them can say anything, the sound of footsteps has them catapulting back to their respective corners of the couch. Buck turns just as Chris rounds the corner, and his face breaks into a grin at the sight of his kid.

"Hey, bud, what are you doing up?" he asks as Chris makes his way towards them.

"Can't sleep." Chris shrugs and falls onto the couch between them. "Can we watch something?"

"Not sure how that will help you sleep," Eddie mumbles in his dad voice. Chris just rolls his eyes and turns to Buck.

"Just one episode of something. It can even be a documentary."

"Hm, documentaries are educational." Buck glances at Eddie for guidance, finds nothing but trust in his eyes. "One episode and then straight back to bed. And no complaining in the morning."

"Fine," Chris groans but he settles back into the space between them with a wiggle as Eddie tosses the remote to Buck.

Buck focuses intently on the selection of documentaries on the screen, all too aware of Eddie's eyes burning into the side of his head. He picks the first one on the list, something about archaeology that Buck knows is just boring enough to lull Christopher sleep.

As the theme music starts up, Buck settles back into his place on the couch, flinching a little when his head lands on Eddie's arm stretched out across the back. Eddie just shoots him a soft smile before returning his attention to the TV. But Christopher squints up at him, then up at his dad, then back at Buck, back at Eddie. Buck holds his breath as Chris pauses and his face clears into the tiniest of smiles. Chris leans into his side and Buck shuffles closer immediately. Eddie turns to watch this, eyes so soft, before squashing himself into their little huddle too.

In the morning, when they all wake up with cricks in their necks and stiff backs, still curled around each other on the couch, nobody complains.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Previous Husband AU, Pt 7

(Content warning for abuse and violence)

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Over the next week, Lena mutes Tom's number on her personal cell and routes her work cell through to her assistant for screening. She works from home-- well, Kara's home, technically-- rocking the satin blouse and pajama bottom look when she needed to be on video chat.

Besides that, she keeps a low profile as she worked out her next steps. During the day, she reaches out to her lawyers, quietly investigating her options before making any moves. Each night, when Kara returns home with takeout, Lena always asks before sharing what strides she's made.

"Are you sure you want to hear about this?" she confirms for the third night in a row. "I have people to help me with all this."

"Lena," Kara says bluntly. "I want to hear about it. I'm in this with you. I want to know what's going on."

Lena gives her a grateful smile. It helps to talk through it-- it not only vents the pressure of stress that builds in her chest throughout the day, but also makes her exit plan all the more real. The light at the end of the tunnel creeps closer by the day.

The good news, Lena explains that night, is that their finances were never joined. They'd signed a pre-nup-- the one thing Lena will ever thank her mother for insisting upon-- which means that besides a few joint investments that Lena won't be hurting to lose, her resources are safe.

Her main concern is her apartment, which has been Tom's home ever since he arrived in National City. Lena doubts he'll move out evem if she demands it, but if push comes to shove, she reasons she can have a team in to pack the place in one day and have the unit listed on the market by noon the next.

No reason for her to step another foot into the apartment again.

It stings a little, she confesses to Kara, to be driven out of her own home. To make even a single concession just to be rid of Tom. But to be rid of him with minimum fuss and zero risk of confrontation is worth sacrificing her pride.

In fact, despite the dread and anguish that had first driven Lena to Kara's door, she now feels... hopeful. She feels like in a way that makes her realize how miserable she's been-- and for how long.

So it's with a smile that Lena sends Kara to work a week to the day since she arrived in tears. Today she upgraded to jeans and a blouse that's soft on her skin, allowing her comfort while also remaining a tad more presentable than her previous hodge podge of dress codes.

Settling onto the couch to thumb through an R&D report, Lena takes a moment to pause, and simply breathe. She feels good.

When she opens her eyes to get down to business, Lena spies Kara's lunch and keys on the counter. Almost as soon as she notices the forgotten items, a knock sounds at the door.

"Dork," Lena mutters with a grin to herself. She plucks lunch and keys both from the counter on her way to the door.

When she opens the door, it's not Kara she sees on the other side.

"Tom."

The air instantly seems to suck from the room, leaving Lena's chest hollow. Every muscle tenses, teetering on the edge of fight or flight.

The smile Tom gives her would be considered congenial, if not for the dark glint of anger in his eyes.

"Hey babe."

Lena swallows the reflexive "what are you doing here?" that rises in her throat, clinging to what little dignity she feels she has left. She lifts her chin, jaw clenching.

"What do you want?"

Tom heaves a sigh. "I missed you too," he drawls sarcastically. His gaze scans the apartment behind her, before Lena too late tries to close the door tighter around her.

"I almost forgot how dramatic you are," he continues. "But a week is stretching it, don't you think? Even for you."

Saying nothing, Lena scowls at him. "You hurt me, Tom."

"You know I didn't mean to, Lee."

"Don't call me that." She's always hated that fucking nickname, and he knows it.

"Look, I'm sorry. It's just, sometimes you get so irrational, it makes me nuts. I snapped, okay? But I promise it won't happen again. We can work through it, together."

The last sounds almost like the promise Lena had made to Kara, but this time it rings hollow. Even as his words spark guilt and shame in her chest, Lena retains the presence of mind to recognize the red flags his tactics are.

Flipping the blame on her.

Casting her as hysterical, irrational.

Downgrading the severity of the event.

Empty promises to do better, next time.

Lena's hand curls into a fist at her side. There won't be a next time.

Tom looks her in the eye. "It's time to come home," he tells her.

Panic rises in Lena's chest. This is it. The final moment between reconciliation or outright confrontation. Lena hates conflict-- always has. She avoids it wherever possible, but right now, she has a choice to make: a single confrontation now to cut ties, or countless more in the future if she goes back.

She makes her choice.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Tom stares at her, his features suddenly unreadable. Then, before she has a chance to react, he lunges towards her and grabs her bicep in a vise grip.

"Hey!" Lena yelps in reflex, pulling back too late to escape.

"We're leaving," he growls. He yanks her from the doorway into the hall, and starts dragging her towards the elevator.

Lena's socked feet slide too easily on the smooth floor, even as she pries unsuccessfully at his fingers. "Ow! Tom, let go! You're hurting me!"

"Shut up!" he growls, yanking her sharply, making her cry out in pain. "If you had just come home, we wouldn't have to go through all this mess."

The elevator door opens, and Tom flings her inside. She bounces off the back wall with a grunt of air escaping her lungs, winding her. Before she can take advantage of her momentary freedom, Tom is right there, pressing against her to pin her against the wall as the elevator closes behind them.

"Stupid bitch. You're so fucking predictable. You know all I had to do to find you was think who would be gullible enough to take your pathetic ass in. And of course it's the cunt who tossed you aside like it was nothing!"

Lena hisses, grimacing as the handrail presses sharply against her spine. "You're the cunt, Tom," she snarls back. "Poor little boy who has to throw women around just to feel like a big strong man--augh!"

Tom's palm cracks across her cheek just as the elevator dings its arrival at the ground floor. He takes Lena roughly by the arm again and pulls her forward once more-- only to stop short of bouncing off another body waiting to step inside the elevator.

"Kara!"

Relief isn't quite the word she'd use to describe the feeling that lifts in her chest. Fear still coats her throat, strangling her. Meanwhile, Kara's pleasant features freeze in surprise-- then darken a moment later as she takes in the scene before her.

Her gaze bounces once between Tom and Lena, scanning Lena for sign of injury before narrowing in on the grip Tom still has on Lena's bicep. Then her eyes flick up to the wide fear in Lena's, before turning her entire focus on Tom.

All this happens in the space of a heartbeat, and in the next breath Tom puffs upright and thrusts his chest out menacingly.

"Get out of--"

Kara winds back her right fist and punches Tom square in the face.

Lena's left to sag a little and catch her breath when Tom's hand lets go to fly up and cradle his face.

"Motherfucker!!" Tom yells, his voice claggy with blood. Even through his fingers, Lena can see his chin coated with the stuff. Before he can do anything more, Kara grips him by the shirt and hauls him around and out of the elevator, releasing him with a shove towards the door.

"Stay the fuck away from her," Kara growls. She plants herself in the threshold of the elevator, ignoring the repeated bumps from the door trying to slide close.

"Or what, bitch!" he roars back. Anger seems to have dulled the pain in his face, because he struts back towards them, seemingly ready for more.

This time, Lena is the one to stand between them.

"No!" she bellows, sharp enough to stop them both short. Tom only pauses a moment though, before continuing to press forward. Finding her nerve and fueled by her own anger, Lena smacks both hands into his chest, shoving him back. "No."

"Lena--"

Lena cuts Tom's threat off with a glare. "I want a divorce," she declares bluntly. She scowls.

"Until then I'll settle for a fucking restraining order."

Stepping back into the elevator, Lena grabs Kara by the hand and pulls her inside as well. Together they stand side by side, glaring at Tom until the door finally slides shut. They both bristle from the altercation on the ride up, storming back down the hall to Kara's apartment.

Only then, after the door has closed behind them and Kara turns all the locks, does Lena's chest catch. Her breath suddenly shortens, and her next attempt to inhale is sharply abbreviated.

Kara's arms wrap around her as Lena's anger falters, leaving only a bubble of tears that soon bursts into a bevy of sobs. Kara says nothing, and simply holds her as she cries.

[sparklywatercolors]

alright, this might be a doozy so hear me out.So my partner is staying with my family and I until March.My friends know this and pretty much all of them are friends with him. They all get along pretty well. My best friend adores him. Like she gets excited when he asks her to hang out with us.Anyways.So usually I just hang out with my 3 girlies. All of them start of them with A so I can't use initials so I'll use emojis.🐯 Is my best friend (the one mentioned previously)🦔 Is our other friend she's really chill and basically just always busy cooking and dealing with her many chaotic students And finally there's 🐱 this one is very intense and the one I'm having a bit of an issue with.So the first time my partner and I had everyone together we were all getting ramen together. It was going well until 🐱 coerced 🐯 into trying a heavy edible at my house and it made 🐯 get sick and have a panic attack. 🦔 And my partner were comforting 🐯 in the living room while I was keeping 🐱 away from her cause she was stoned as fuck and was pissed that 🐯 wanted to watch some very chaotic dork she likes watching for her calm down. 🐯 Is okay by the way. She still feels guilty but we've been assuring her it's not her fault.And then the second time we all hang out 🐯 can't make it bc stuff but tells us to have a good time. It was going well until we were all hanging out in the food court, splitting a pretzel cup and then 🐱 basically tells us she was stealing while we were all together and 🦔 called her out on it. Look none of us don't give a shit abt it but don't drag us into that. And it got brushed aside because 🐱 had to rant about her 4-Chan friend group. Who she doesn't like but she cries when they hang out?? 😭 I accidentally butt dialed one of my friends during this and it ended up causing SO MUCH DRAMA 🗿. Because that's when 🐱 demanded we go home despite saying we can all go out to dinner after the 4 chan rant. And on the drive home, me and partner were scared to even speak to each other on the ride home with 🐱. And a few weeks later, 🐱 calls me up. Her family member had suddenly passed. Which is horrifying. I'm so sorry oh my god. And my partner overheard and he said his condolences. And 🐱 got mad and hung up and then didn't speak to me for a week. When she did, she told me that I should know no response is a response and that I was wrong for letting my partner offer condolences and that it was immature for him to butt in, and this is why she isn't friends with 21 year olds. (Note: she's 28, my partner is 22, 🐯 and I are 25 and 🦔 is 26). Which is hypocritical of her because she's friends with our mutual friend who is 21. Not the point. And then she takes my partner and I out to sushi. And she was ranting about her job. She works with disabled or mentally ill kids as a teacher's aid. And her one kid has a lot of issues. 🐱 Was venting about her and called her a c*nt because she was self harming and her schizophrenia was acting up. We were appalled. How can you call a 13 year old little girl that? Especially a little girl with issues like that. My partner was disgusted for the little girl and also the fact that his little sister is also 13. Luckily 🐱 got removed from working with that little girl but that's still horrible. :( Last weekend 🐱 called and we caught up and she told me she wishes she never ranted to my partner about her work cause he didn't seem like he was listening? He was listening he was just angry?? Which I was too. I was boiling internally. I work with middle schoolers when I tutor, those kids have enough on their plates how can you call them that wtf.

[songbirdsanctuary]

Healing(A HC vent fic) part 3

This is a vent fic about something that happened to me a long while ago and my process of healing, I'm projecting this into some of my favorite Hermits.

Part 1: 🦜 Last part(2): 🐑

It's been a while since I've posted another part to it. I posted part 2 on Apr 21st.

Warnings: Mpreg, slight panic attack

Word count: 2,211

Mumbo walked over to the Boatem hole, his broken moth wing twitching slightly in the wind. Impulse, Scar, Pearl, and Grian greeted him warmly, their usual banter flowing, but Mumbo barely heard them. His mind was elsewhere—still tangled in a mess of shame, confusion, and exhaustion.

"You've been gone for weeks," Impulse said, nudging him lightly. The light touch made Mumbo stiffen. "We were starting to wonder if you'd flown off for good."

Mumbo forced a smile. "I’ve Just been... busy," he replied, the lie slipping out with practiced ease. He'd repeated it so often, it almost felt like the truth. But as soon as the words left his lips, Pearl's eyes narrowed, fixating on his broken wing.

"What happened to your wing?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent. She would be the first to notice, she was the only other moth hybrid on the server.

Mumbo’s heart skipped a beat, his stomach twisting into knots. "Oh, just snagged it on a tree," he lied again, trying to make his tone sound casual.

Pearl didn’t look convinced, her gaze lingering a little too long, but she simply nodded. "You should really see Docm or Stress about that," she advised, concern lacing her words.

"I will," Mumbo promised, though the last thing he wanted was another person probing his already shattered sense of self. He’d done everything he could to avoid dealing with it—the wing, the pain, the memories—but it was catching up with him. Fast.

‘‘

Two months passed, and Mumbo had kept his distance from everyone. He still hadn't sought any help for his wing, but a new problem had come up. He'd been feeling ill for days now—nausea that wouldn’t fade, exhaustion that clung to him like a heavy cloak. There were moments of dizziness, strange food cravings, he’d eaten a pickle with dry cereal and honey that morning, and he’d even been more emotional lately, though he couldn’t bear to admit it to anyone.

With a heavy sigh, he finally messaged Docm for a quick check-up.

<MumboJumbo> Hey Doc, could I stop by for a check up? If you have time

<Docm77> Sure come by in about 2 hours.

A couple of hours later, he arrived at Docm's base, his nerves frayed. Docm was methodical as always, no-nonsense but reassuring.

"So, what do you need me to check?" Docm asked, turning his attention to Mumbo.

Mumbo hesitated for a moment before speaking. He wasn’t ready for this. "Two things," he said quietly. "First... my wing. I think it’s broken."

Docm nodded and began inspecting the damaged wing, his brow furrowing as he examined it. After a few tense minutes, he looked up and gave Mumbo the news he’d been dreading.

"It’s permanently broken. I’m sorry." Docm said softly.

Mumbo felt a lump rise in his throat. He blinked rapidly, forcing the tears back. He wouldn’t cry—not here, not in front of Docm. Not where he was vulnerable. He swallowed hard and nodded, keeping his expression as neutral as possible.

"And the second thing?" Docm prompted, sensing the shift in Mumbo’s mood.

"I’ve been feeling... off," Mumbo began slowly, describing the symptoms—nausea, fatigue, food aversions. As he spoke, Docm’s expression grew more serious, and he started running a few tests. Mumbo’s anxiety spiked, his heartbeat drumming loudly in his ears.

After what felt like an eternity, Docm returned with the results, a surprised look on his face. "Mumbo... you’re pregnant."

The words hit Mumbo like a physical blow, and for a moment, the world tilted on its axis. His blood ran cold, and his body trembled with shock. "No," he whispered, his breath catching in his throat. "No, I can’t be..."

Panic welled up inside him, and before he could stop it, tears started to fall. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to carry the child of whoever had done this to him. It was too much—too painful, too cruel. He’d been doing everything he could to forget, to bury it, but this... this was something he couldn’t ignore.

Docm’s face softened as he realized what was happening. He reached out, trying to comfort Mumbo. "We can terminate it," he said gently. "But... we’d need to inform the other parent."

Mumbo’s breath hitched. "I-I don’t know… who the other parent is," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

Docm’s brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, you don’t know?"

Mumbo squeezed his eyes shut, the words stuck in his throat. Finally, in a broken voice, he confessed, "I-I was ra-aped."

The room fell into a heavy silence. Docm’s shock was palpable, his usual calm demeanor faltering. "Mumbo... Oh, void… I’m so sorry."

Docm gently placed a hand on Mumbo’s shoulder, his voice filled with quiet understanding. "You don’t have to go through this alone. We’ll figure it out together."

But Mumbo could barely hear him over the storm of emotions raging inside. The fear, the shame, the anger—it all came crashing down at once, and for the first time in months, Mumbo let himself cry.

Docm sat across from Mumbo, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and confusion. The weight of what Mumbo had just revealed hung in the air between them, thick and heavy. He leaned forward slightly, speaking softly. “Have you told anyone else about this? About what happened?”

Docm looked like he wanted to hug Mumbo, but he wasn’t one for physical contact, and Docm seemed unsure if touching Mumbo would make him feel better or worse.

Mumbo swallowed hard, his fingers twisting together in his lap. “Only Scar and Grian,” he admitted, his voice shaky but steady enough. “They… they were there for me when it happened. But no one else knows… Please don’t tell anyone..”

Docm nodded slowly, processing the information. ”I won’t..” His face remained calm, but Mumbo could tell he was trying to be careful with his words. “And now that you know you’re pregnant… do you know what you want to do? Do you want to go through with it, or…”

Mumbo’s stomach twisted painfully at the question. He hated what had been done to him—hated the idea of carrying the child of someone he didn’t even know, someone who had violated him in the worst possible way. The thought of it had kept him up for nights on end, his mind swirling with horror and disgust. And yet, the idea of getting rid of it—the life inside him, however it had come to be—made him feel even worse. It turned his stomach in a way he couldn’t explain.

He shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “No… I want to keep it.”

Docm’s eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, but he didn’t argue or push. He simply nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Alright. If that’s what you want, we’ll make sure you and the baby are safe.” He paused for a moment, as if weighing his next words. “But Mumbo… you know we’ll have to tell the others eventually. The server’s going to find out that you’re pregnant.”

Mumbo’s heart raced at the thought. His community—his friends—would know. They’d see him differently, maybe pity him, maybe be disgusted by the circumstances. He could already imagine the looks of confusion and judgment. But what scared him most was the idea that they might hate the child. That they might see the baby as something dark and unwanted.

“I know,” Mumbo said softly, his voice wavering. “But I’m not ready to tell them the whole truth yet. I don’t want them to know… not until after the baby’s born.”

Docm tilted his head, concern etching his features. “Are you sure? It’s going to be hard to keep something like this from them, especially as the pregnancy progresses.”

Mumbo looked down, his hands resting protectively over his stomach. “I don’t want them to hate the child before they’re even born,” he whispered. “The baby isn’t responsible for what happened to me. They didn’t choose this.”

Docm’s expression softened, and he leaned back, giving Mumbo space. “I understand. We’ll take it one step at a time, okay? And when you’re ready to tell the server, we’ll do it together.”

Mumbo nodded, feeling a strange mix of fear and relief. There was still so much ahead, so many uncertainties, but for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel completely alone. Docm knew, and soon, the others would too. But for now, he would focus on what mattered most—protecting the life growing inside him.

..

Mumbo stood at spawn, his heart racing as he looked around. Xisuma sat calmly on a bench nearby, while Docm paced around, his hands occasionally flicking toward his datapad. Every now and then, Docm glanced at Mumbo, concern flickering in his eyes.

"You really should sit down, Mumbo," Docm advised for what felt like the hundredth time.

But Mumbo shook his head, his stomach too twisted with stress to even consider resting. "I can’t," he muttered, his hands trembling slightly.

The past two weeks had been a whirlwind. Since finding out he was pregnant, Mumbo had spent nearly every waking moment trying to process what was happening. But no matter how hard he tried, it still didn’t feel real. His mind was a mess, his emotions a constant swirl of confusion, fear, and… something he couldn’t quite identify.

He wasn’t ready to come to terms with it, but he also knew he couldn’t put this off any longer. The server deserved to know. They would notice soon enough anyway. And even though the thought of telling everyone terrified him, he had to do it.

Docm finally stopped pacing and stood beside him, giving a reassuring nod. "They’ll be here soon. You’ll be alright."

Mumbo didn’t respond. He just kept watching the empty spawn area, waiting for the others to arrive. Soon enough, they began to trickle in. First Scar, then Grian, Pearl, Impulse, and eventually the rest of the server members. They gathered, chatting and laughing, oblivious to the weight pressing down on Mumbo’s chest.

Docm made his way toward the group, and Xisuma rose from the bench, moving to stand next to Mumbo. The masked leader of the server gave Mumbo an encouraging nod before addressing the crowd.

"Thank you all for coming," Xisuma began, his voice calm but commanding as always. "Mumbo asked for this meeting, and he has something he wants to share with everyone."

Mumbo felt his heart hammering in his chest. He had rehearsed this in his mind a dozen times, but now that he was standing in front of everyone, the words felt stuck in his throat. For a moment, he considered turning back—just running away and hiding. But then he saw Scar and Grian in the crowd, both of them looking at him with quiet support, though their faces held a flicker of worry.

Taking a deep breath, Mumbo forced himself to speak. "I… I’m pregnant."

There was a stunned silence that fell over the group. Eyes widened in surprise, a few people exchanged glances, and there were even a few gasps. Mumbo could feel the tension building in his chest, his mind racing with worries that they’d think he was strange, that they’d judge him, or worse, that they’d pity him.

But instead, the reactions surprised him. Slowly, a few smiles began to appear. Some were shocked, but others—like Impulse and Pearl—looked genuinely excited.

"Wow, Mumbo! That’s… amazing!" Impulse blurted out, a grin spreading across his face. "Congratulations, mate!"

"Yeah! This is so exciting!" Pearl added, her eyes lighting up.

Would they still be this excited if he told them.

Mumbo managed a weak smile, though the anxiety still gnawed at him. He hadn’t expected that kind of reaction, but it didn’t soothe his nerves entirely. And then, the inevitable question came.

Xisuma, who seemed suprised as well, still standing by his side, glanced at him before turning to the group. "Mumbo," he asked gently, "who’s the other parent?"

A ripple of unease passed through Mumbo, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Scar and Grian tense slightly. Their worried expressions were subtle, but Mumbo knew they were just as nervous as he was.

"I’m not going to say… not yet," Mumbo replied, his voice shaky but resolute. "It’s not the right time."

There was a brief moment of tension in the air, but to Mumbo’s relief, no one questioned him further. No protests, no demands for answers. Everyone seemed to respect his decision, at least for now.

"That’s fine, Mumbo," Xisuma said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "Whenever you’re ready."

Mumbo felt a small wave of relief wash over him, though his heart was still racing. He had done it. He had told them. And they hadn’t reacted the way he’d feared. But there was still so much ahead—so much uncertainty about what was going to happen next. He wasn’t sure how he was going to handle it all, but for now, at least, the worst part was over.

As the crowd began to disperse, with many congratulating him or offering support, Mumbo allowed himself a small moment of peace. For the first time in weeks, he felt a flicker of hope that maybe—just maybe—things would be okay.

[palettepainter]

GENERAL + COMMISSIONS UPDATE

*Trigger warnings for mentions of depression and mental health overall, read at your own caution*

I have now been working at my new job for just over three weeks now, and while I've settled into the routine, I'm not someone who does especially well with change or other sensory variables such as unexpected noise (which at my work place there can be quite a few). This often leaves me quite exhausted after my shifts, so there is a likely chance there will be a longer wait time on commissions going forward. I don't like to leave people waiting on commissions, so I'm sorry in advance for this, but to prevent from burning myself out from overworking myself sadly this is what needs to be done in order for me to not get overwhelmed, and for my commissions to be finished to the best of my ability

Second order of business relating to commissions! My commissions for May are now closed! Commissions will be opening again in June as per usual, and then in July there will be limited slots. I'll be going away with family again in July to see other relatives, so slots will be limited. When we're closer to July I'll have a clearer idea of how much free time I'll have and how much of it I can reasonable dedicate to commissions

And lastly, on a slightly more serious note, I haven't been doing great..

I had a mental health related phone call at the start of the week, which I knew I would be having, but it was a lot more stressful and saddening then I thought it would be. It's put a lot more questions in my head then it has answers, has opened up the possibility of medication (something I have tried once for anxiety, but stopped once my parents found out), and has even put new possibilities for why I feel the way I do/have that has completely altered the way I now view myself and the way I've been carrying myself for over the past ten years

When I first learnt about depression it was shown as this big scary thing that only really really sad people with horrible lives could have, and so growing up, I didn't think I would ever fall into that group of people. It's a word that's been on my mind for a few years now, but it's never been something I've sought a diagnosis for. Ontop of not having a support circle in place, my parents also have - in a blunt way - a very narrow view of what depression is and who can have it. There views can be summed up as "This person went through something really really bad and now they have depression" so depression has also never been a word I've ever felt safe to really bring into the conversation with my parents (as well as other, more serious mental health issues)

The last time I ever spoke to my parents about mental health, I was told that I had "the easiest fucking life", and that's something I've carried for nearly 8 years. It's the biggest reason why I haven't really sought out a lot of professional help until last year, and even then I still believed I didn't really have it bad enough beyond very high anxiety

The call I had said that depression could very well be a possibility...and that really hurt to hear

I don't know if it was my parents, if it was my teachers at school, if it's the whole image we've built around depression that you need to be "broken" in order to be depressed - but being told I had the easiest life, being told indirectly I didn't have it bad enough, going all these years building up walls and rules and routines and all the emotions with it thinking I didn't have it bad enough.

To then be told I maybe COULD have been depressed all this time kind of fucks with your head

(I do want to make this especially clear that you don't need to have it "bad enough" in order to be depressed, anxious or with any other mental issue/disorder. Yes you can be in a bad situation, or go through a bad situation/s, but there is no ultimate "bad enough" scenario.)

If I've been posting random, small vent-ish related posts (I made one about gathering incorrect quotes for OC's as a form of self care recently) it's because outside of my socials it's been a very scary and confusing week. Home and my family are not places or people I feel emotionally safe to talk to about these issues, hence why I had the phone call in the first place, but obviously I can't be on the phone talking to a doctor/professional all the time, so any confusion, bitterness or any other feeling that's bringing me down I've been focusing on my art. I've been thinking it's not good enough lately, or it's not getting as many likes or comments compared to other artists, or that people don't like it at all

I have another phone call scheduled in the next few months, and with what I was told from the first one I had, I'm very anxious for the second one. This is something I'm doing entirely on my own, the reason I'm even writing as much as I am is because my tumblr is the only place in which no body from my family knows of. This is an update yes but it's also a way for me to unload everything that I've been wanting to talk about without directly putting myself in an awkward situation at home.

Hopefully, if anyone with similar experiences is reading, could you offer some advice? Or just reassurance?? I'd really like to know that this isn't a unique experience and that other people have gone through this and survived. This is all very scary and new, I might come back and censor or cutt all of this later, I don't really know how to end this off neatly after such a heavy update, but yeah.

Art may be slow, I've been posting for the sake of posting mostly because I don't want to leave you guys with nothing for who knows how long. But I think I might take a break from posting/messaging for a few days, I truthfully don't feel great, and that's not an attitude I want to have when I'm creating

If you made it to the end of the post thank you for reading this far and sorry it was a bit of a downer

[skinny2tb]

€d vent and life update:

Sooo... I'm really upset rn because I managed to fast for 5 days without anyone noticing and it felt GREAT. I mean it's kinda sad that my parents just simply don't care anymore. They used to encourage me while I was in recovery and actually getting better but oh well that's how it is sometimes I guess. I once weighed 43kg that's why I originally went into recovery and as I began to gain some weight back they just assumed my €d was magically cured. But that just wasn't the case and here I am once again. Without anybody noticing or actually caring. Sadly my eating disørder is even worse this time and I'm feeling no will to live anymore.

Anyways, I'm thinking of another liquid fast right now because as I said I'm really upset that I just broke mine 20mins ago with some leftover noodles (230 + 55kcal for the cheese) and I'm freaking out atm because I'm afraid I'll gain weight after eating those. But I can't work out because my parents and their friends are downstairs and I don't want them to hear me doing some exercises. Although I know they probably wouldn't even care.

Lately I've been pretty busy studying (literally lol) because of my finals this and next week. I've already completed three out of four and I just have to pass the math test and honestly I'm shitting myself even thinking about it. But as for the others I'm pretty confident.

My hot guess:

• english: 1-2

• french: 1

• german: 2-3

• maths: 4?

Only thing I know is that this years final math exam will include exponential functions which I hate.

I also wanted to say hello to everybody new following me, just wanna let you know I do appreciate it<33

Btw I managed to book my first ever nail appointment for next week and I'm kind of excited?? Let me know if you guys have any cool design recommendations. So far I really fw acrylic, stiletto shape, classy french nails with some gems and tiny rhinestones..

(not my pic btw)

Prom is also coming soon so ofc I'm hella nervous because I haven't fully opt which of my two dresses I'll wear but eitherway it's gonna be navy blue with sparkly details and an open back. And when I tried the dresses on infront of my mom I could clearly see the disbelief in her face of how thin I have gotten again. She didn't say anything tho. I just looove the feeling of clothes that have gotten too big on you and would slide down your body if you didn't use a belt or hairtie.

Yeah, also there's this cute guy in my class. Same age and we went to the same elementary school but back then we had nothing to do with each other. You're probably asking what that has to do with me. Well, at the beginning of the school year when I was the new girl in my class he asked me to go to prom with him and I agreed but now I'm scared, because I do know and everybody always tells me that he has a huge crush on me. But I just can't handle that much affection yk?? The dance course will also start in a few weeks and we both can't look each other in the eyes... Everytime I think about him I'm like what do you even like about meee, I mean why me when there's a bunch of other beautiful girls, right? But well, what can I say at least I pull? Seems like I got that shy rizz*~*

Don't get me wrong, I'm totally happy but at the same time I feel like I don't deserve this kind of love. He's so good looking too with his hazel eyes, big lips and dark brown hair, plus he's way taller than me. So literally my dream guy? I even got to see his abs and stuff when our class went on a trip to a water park. Since then I'm head over heels.. I catch him often secretly staring at me but as soon as I gaze in his direction he pretends to be busy doing other things, like sir I SAW THAT

Ugh, I'm sorry that was pretty much about my personal shit but also pretty much needed.

(Lastly I wanna say that you guys DESERVE recovery and if you feel like you or anybody you know might suffer from an eating disørder don't hesitate to see professional help. You're loved♡)

I'll probably post again in a minute cuz I'm bored rn and want to avoid a b¡nge.

[sailorsplatoon]

Time for the next chapter! We're starting to get into the part of the fic that's mostly fluff, but I still threw in a little bit of angst last minute. So there's a small tw on this chapter for implied suicidal thoughts, it's very vague but still there.

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“How long has it been now?”

“A week. And a day.”

“It feels like it was forever,” Four spoke softly, leaning into Acht’s shoulder. They were propped up against one of the structures in the same stage Four had fought as Parallel Canon. Marina suggested that they go there to fight the remaining enemies as a way of healing after the greyscaling. It helped more than they expected it too. Acht came with them for moral support. It had been such a short amount of time since they’d first met, and Four already felt so safe with them.

“Are you okay?” Acht’s question caught Four off guard. They sat up slightly to face them.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You’re telling me you came to this specific fight just so that you could beat up a bunch of enemies for no reason?”

Four heaved a long sigh. “So maybe you’re right.” They stared off over the edge of the stage for a few moments before bursting out into a rushed speech. “I can’t stop thinking about Order—er Smollusk? Ugh, you know who I mean. It’s just, right before I was greyscaled it said this thing to me. It asked me if I was tired of being less than the other agents. If I was tired of being forgotten.” 

“Did that happen often?”

“Yes.” Four looked down, then up again suddenly, shouting, “No! They didn’t mean to make me feel that way. But… when everyone left for Splatsville, I didn’t understand why they wanted me to stay behind. Eight was here in Inkopolis too, but he was busy helping Sheldon move into the new Ammo Knights location. I got lonely pretty quick. I convinced myself that they thought I was weak, that they thought I wasn’t important, that they didn’t care about me. 

“When Marina asked for me to help with the Memverse, I thought that I finally had value again. But then she was busy with the Off the Hook tour and most of the other developers didn’t seem like they liked me. I just got in their way. I may or may not have vented at a few Jelletons during one of my beta tests. Apparently Order overheard. 

“When I was fighting it for the first time, I thought for a moment that maybe I should just let myself go. I didn’t feel like anyone would have cared if I did. Maybe it would be better for all of them if I just disappeared.” Four’s voice broke and hot tears started to crawl down their face. “My hesitation was the reason it was able to greyscale me. If I had been stronger I—”

“Shut up,” Acht interrupted.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, I mean that in the nicest way possible. You’re spiraling, you need to stop blaming yourself. None of what happened is your fault.”

“But if I—”

“Would you say it’s my fault that I was sanitized?”

“No, not at all.”

“What if I told you I asked for it?”

“You did?” Four looked at Acht with concern painted along their face.

“Yeah. I didn’t just get sanitized one day. After Marina left, the little part of me that did care about school, or anything really, just sort of fell away. All I wanted to do was make music. And even then I didn’t really put that much effort in. I loved making music, but I didn’t see the point to anything. The world felt so empty. I found my way into what I thought was an underground club. It was actually the Deepsea Metro, but I didn’t know that at the time. 

“Eventually Tartar found me.” They winced a little at the name. “It offered to sanitize me, which would allow me to focus only on my music and nothing else. It said I would finally be able to work again and not just slack off like I always did, that my life would have meaning again. I wish that I could say I didn’t fully understand what sanitization would do to me, but I would be lying. Tartar explained everything. How I would lose my memories, my emotions, my thoughts. I lost my family after I was drafted into the army, I lost Marina after she left. I figured, why not lose myself too.” Acht gazed into the distance for a moment, then palmed their forehead. “Shit, I’m sorry. I was supposed to be comforting you and then I started trauma dumping.”

“No don’t apologize. You helped. I feel better knowing that I’m not alone.” Four stood up, holding out their hand to Acht. “Come on.”

“Where now?” Acht asked, taking Four’s hand as they pulled them up.

“You’ve got yourself back, you’ve got Marina back. I’m going to help you get your family back.”

“Four, that’s sweet of you but…”

“But what? What excuse could you possibly have?”

“I can’t leave the Memverse.”

“What do you mean you can’t? Are you stuck here? Is something wrong? Is there a glitch?” Four said frantically. 

“No, technically I can. But I can’t.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Once I leave, I’ll be in the metro again. So I can’t.” Acht was intentionally vague. They didn’t want to say how they felt out loud, it would make everything too real. They hoped Four was able to decode the messages they were sending.

“Oh I see.” Thankfully, Four understood. “So you just plan to spend your whole life in here?”

“Pretty much.”

“Okay, I have a plan. We’ll both leave at the same time, and I’ll be waiting for you in Inkopolis Square. That way you’ll have motivation to leave the metro. Once you get out, we can meet in person for the first time! Eight went down to the metro a while back and made a clear path out for anybody still down there. He put up a bunch of signs and stuff so you can’t get lost. Sound good?”

“Okay.” Acht was skeptical. They didn’t want to have to be in the Deepsea Metro again. But Four was right, they couldn’t stay in the Memverse forever. 

“I’ll see you on the other side.” Four placed a kiss on top of Acht’s head. They slowly dematerialized into nothing but a few strings of code before disappearing entirely. 

Acht did not leave.

They were shaking. Their limbs felt numb. The thought of being back in the Deepsea Metro was terrifying. Acht wasn’t sure if they could handle it.

They knelt down on the ground, holding their head in their hands, sobbing. The thick tears fell onto their glasses, blurring their vision. They clutched at their temples desperately, as if somehow they could pull their racing thoughts from their mind. Their breathing wouldn’t slow down, their hearts pounding rapidly. Acht couldn’t do it. They couldn’t be there again. They just couldn’t.

But Four was waiting for them. And while they never wanted to see the metro again, they longed to see Four. They would finally be able to meet in person. With a deep, slow inhale, Acht finally loaded out of the Memverse.

Acht’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Their hands still rested on their turntables, in the middle of adjusting a knob. They’d still been playing music. Even when unconscious, they still made their music. They looked up to take in their surroundings. Sitting in front of them, staring into their eyes with the biggest most wonderful grin on their face, was Four.

“Good morning, gorgeous!” They chirped.

“Four? What are you doing here?”

“Well I was waiting for you, but I decided it would probably be better if I was with you right when you woke up. I had Eight send me a map of the metro so that I could find you! Although I didn’t tell him that I was coming to get you… he probably already figured it out.”

“How long did it take me to leave?”

“Thirty minutes or so.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“Don’t apologize. I came here so that I could do something special for you, you don’t have to apologize to me for my own decisions. And you took a little while to leave because you weren’t ready yet. You took the time that you needed and made it out! That’s an accomplishment, not something to apologize for.”

Acht paused, smiling to themself. “Thank you, Four.”

“C’mon, let’s get you out of here.” Four extended a hand to Acht, wanting to lead them away from the life they’ve lived for so long. Acht was ready to go with them.

As the two climbed up the final few stairs of their escape, the sun began to rise. 

“Oh how perfect,” Four said, their smile audible in their words. They pulled Acht up the last stair and close to them. “Look up at the sky.”

The colors started at the very top in a deep navy blue, with bright shining dots as if someone had covered a flashlight with their hand and the light was peeking through the spaces in between their fingers. As Acht’s eyes moved down the canvas, the colors slowly faded into the light blue of an ocean wave right before a whitecap forms. Then it changed suddenly to a brilliant orange, like the orange of the inkling standing next to them. In the center of this gradient beauty was the brightest light Acht had ever seen. Brighter than the flash of a camera, brighter than a phone screen in the middle of the night, brighter than waking up in a bleached white world of order. They knew there was a light at the end of the tunnel, but they had never dreamed it would be this magnificent. 

The only noise Acht could force to their lips was, “Woah.”

“Oh don’t look directly at the sun. I wouldn’t want you going blind.” Four went to shield Acht’s eyes from the rays.

“It can do that?” Acht looked to Four, surprised. 

“Yeah. You’ve never seen the sky before, have you?” Four only just now realized.

Acht shook their head, shifting their stare back to the color of day, now taking care not to look at the low hanging orb of light.

“I’m glad that your first time could be when it was so beautiful.” Four squeezed Acht’s hand, turning to the sunrise as well.

“It’s not always like this?”

“No, it changes throughout the day.”

“Can we stand here and watch all of it?”

“I’d love to watch the sky with you.”