#and like. the answer is: basically none but it's a good reminder to clean the washing machine‚ thx

[aeide-thea]

truly just SUCH a typical tumblr experience but like.

Familiar Tumblr Name makes a post that's like: 'you know how fast fashion perpetuates itself by selling us clothing that gets dingy and grody really fast, so we have to replace it yearly?'

me: uh, no, actually—historically i've found that the few fast fashion pieces i acquired long outstayed their welcome, and were perfectly wearable long after i was heartily sick of them! but go on, i guess

FTN: 'let me tell you about this traditional domestic wisdom (implied: that's been lost because of, uh, capitalism) that will fix this problem (that you, too, definitely have) for you!'

me, googling: okay so this residue that FTN said was somehow a Fast Fashion thing is apparently generally caused by like. fabric softener and/or hard water. using discount detergents that skimp on active ingredients. using too much detergent so it doesn't wash out. letting your bedding go too long between washes. letting your washer go too long between cleans. etc. anyway. lots of specific factors here, many of which may in fact not apply to you in particular!

but like. why get specific when instead we could assert You Know This Problem, Right? This Lost Traditional Wisdom Will Definitely Help You Personally!!

[miyukisu]

I Might Bite .ᐟ

❤︎ | Resorting to dirty measures like biting your superior during sparring usually doesn't end without you having a taste of your own medicine... (2.6k wc) ╰ feat. Hoshina Soshiro (Kn8) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 2 | kinktober masterlist

tags - subordinate! reader, biting, marking, spanking, pussy slaps, humiliation & punishment, Hoshina's kinda mean, fingering, p in v, creampies, swearing

minors do not interact

The recent uptick of kaiju attacks over the city has every member of the JAKDF on edge. No one knows when the next attack is coming or if they'll live to see their next birthday. The atmosphere in the Tachikawa base specifically felt odd. Most were hopeless, but then there was you.

You weren't the strongest by any means, but you believed that if it came to being persistent—you'd be the best. It showed; after all, you trained your ass off even in your off hours.

There were times you bled and shed a tear, but you never stopped. Your fellow officers often told you to slow down. But there was one person who always watched from the sidelines—silently observing how you improved every night that you would sneak away into the training rooms.

It was none other than your superior, Hoshina Soshiro.

The vice captain didn't seem all too interested to be invested in the lives of the officers. Frankly, he had better things to do. But the rookie that worked themselves to the bone had successfully caught his eye. There was something about them that reminded him of himself. In many ways, he was drawn to that fiery spirit.

Not a lot of recruits had your determination and he was more than willing to foster that. What kind of vice captain would he be if he didn't help you in honing your skills?

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You stared, dumbfounded, at the fox eyed man in front of you.

"Ya heard me right the first time," he insisted.

You gulp down. "Well... I'm certainly not going to refuse your offer, sir. I was just making sure I understood what you said."

"I told ya—I'll help ya train every night. I meant it."

Finding out that your superior knew you have been violating the curfew had you expecting the worst. But Hoshina's reaction was rather unforeseen.

Instead of making you run laps or do cleaning duty—he offered to train with you during your night sessions. It made sense; training with someone better than you would allow you to improve at faster speeds. The choice was a no-brainer.

"Alright... thank you, sir."

Hoshina simply nodded before walking away from you, satisfied that you were cooperative with his ideas.

"Sir!"

He turns around with a small smile. "Yes?"

"When do we start?"

"Have ya skipped a day before?"

"...No, not really."

His smile widens. "Ya have yer answer then."

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Labored breaths filled the training room—though, most of it came from you. Hoshina barely broke a sweat throughout your entire sparring session. It wasn't shocking anymore at this point.

You estimate that it's already about two weeks since he has started joining you in your training. Not once have you won against him.

At first, it felt quite motivating—knowing that you had so much to improve. But as days go by, it becomes depressing how you can never even land a good hit on him.

You weren't fit to face a kaiju with how things stand and it crushed your once blazing spirits.

With your chest heaving and your vision blurring, you continued to anticipate his next move. You figured he'd at least cut you some slack after seeing the massive difference in skill, but he was merciless. You didn't even fight back as he tackled you to the ground.

Hoshina Soshiro wasn't just talented with a blade, but also with his bare hands. Who would have thought he knew grappling as well? He easily put you in a rear naked choke and you felt your airway quickly constrict.

He taught you that if you couldn't even handle basic hand-to-hand combat—then you'd be nothing doing anything else. Besides, before ending your session with the usual bare knuckled fighting, he trained you with swords and other weapons... in which you couldn't beat him in either.

Going up against him was futile. You absorbed his teachings like a sponge, but when it came to applying them—all hope is lost.

You were going to pass out soon; you could feel it.

Despite telling yourself that you'd always fight fair and square—you realized that this wasn't the time to be righteous. Virtues, principles—whatever the fuck it is—chucked out the window.

You bit down on his arm—hard. Did you draw blood? Perhaps. But that hardly mattered to you. He finally let go, failing to defeat you completely. Hoshina hissed, checking out the fresh wound you gave him.

Neither could you move or speak. In fact, you kept your back leaning on his chest. Doing anything other than breathing was a bit too much at the moment.

"Ya play dirty, don'cha?" he whispered darkly into your ear.

The thickness and intimidation laced in his voice was enough to reinvigorate your entire being. You took the deepest breath possible before peeling yourself off of him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Of course ya didn't mean ta do that, right?" he cuts you off, lifting you off of the ground with his impressive strength.

"What shall I ever do with ya? Li'l thing bitin' her superior."

You could only stutter out a pathetic apology as he carries you in his arms.

"Nah, don'cha apologize now. Ya must be sick of me treatin' ya like a ragdoll hm?"

He was right, of course. But you weren't about to admit that to him.

Hoshina carried you over to the side of the room where the long metal bench was. Even out of fighting, he continued to treat you like a doll with the way you effortlessly flipped you over. Your stomach pressed against his lap with one of his hands resting on your nape.

You weren't sure where his other hand was, but you soon found out... the hard way.

A sharp slap made its way to your ass. It had you sucking in more air than usual.

"Not even a single yelp huh? Think ya can handle more? Ya need to be punished after all."

Another slap and then another on the other cheek. Tears were starting to brim in your eyes. With the next slap, you finally yelped in pain. Hearing your sharp breaths, he caressed your poor behind in a soothing manner.

"Think ya've repented enough?"

God, you didn't want to sound weak, but a few sniffles escaped you. His question racked your brain, yet not a single good answer came for it. It was a trap and he was steadily luring you in.

You figured—silence was the best response. However, that pissed off the vice captain even more. Hoshina let out a long and deep sigh. He didn't want to do this; he swears. But you just had to push his buttons.

"Not speakin' huh? How many times will ya disrespect yer superior after I've been kind enough ta be trainin' ya every night?"

If you've learned one thing about him these past few sessions—it was that he never gave you time to react. Only now, you're discovering that it applies to things apart from fighting as well.

He slid you off his lap without warning. Soon as you flipped yourself over, the vice captain was already hovering over you with a stern expression on his face.

He inched closer, slowly but steadily. His eyes never left yours and it seemed to have you in a trance because you failed to realize how he had already caged you between his thick arms.

"Sir..." you managed to say between shaky breaths.

"So you can speak?"

Your eyes finally stray from his face, feeling flustered by the proximity.

"Ya should use that mouth of yers fer talkin' —not fer bitin' ," he said. He leaned in to the point that you felt the warmth of his breath against your neck. It was tantalizing—almost paralyzing. "I think ya should get a taste of yer own medicine," he added.

No time was given to protest as he sunk his sharp teeth into your neck. You gasp, hands finding purchase on his arms. He suckled on the tender skin, sure to leave a mark that you'd have to cover up in the morning.

Then another bite came. Your fingers dug into his flesh. It was painful, but oddly arousing. The intoxicating scent he radiated coupled with his fine looks were a recipe for disaster. But the only one being ruined was you.

Perhaps he felt satisfied after two bites, settling on wet kisses scattered on your neck instead. He kept getting lower and lower until he was met with a barrier.

"Lemme get this out of the way, a'ight?" he says before gripping the soft fabric of your black tanktop—ripping it apart. He smirked at the sight, a flimsy lacey bra.

He pushed it up before smashing his face down on your chest, sucking and lightly biting at a sensitive bud. Your hands went from his biceps to his hair, almost pulling out the strands from the roots.

He bit, tugged, and marked you all over again—like he was staking claim. Hoshina made sure to give attention to the other one as well, sucking on the swell of your breast while using his fingers to toy with the other.

Truth be told, he was too excited and immersed in devouring you that he only now became aware of your sounds. It was delightful to say the least. It made him smile as he nipped at the sensitive flesh.

You began to arch your back, needing more of him. But he took this as a sign to go even lower, planting more kisses that trailed down your stomach. He was giving you whiplash with the alternating softness and harshness of his touch.

He looked up at you and saw your dazed expression, unable to even look back at him. This was fine; this was the only time he'd permit a subordinate not looking him in the eye.

For once, you were able to catch your breath and make sense of it all. You returned your gaze to the man above you. He was hovering over you again, looking down with a feral glare. His large hand gripped your thigh.

"Ya know... fer someone bein' disciplined... ya sure look like yer enjoyin' this."

"I'm not," you retorted. But both of you knew the truth.

"Ya challengin' me? Let's see then, shall we?"

He made quick work of the zipper on your pants before pulling it down and throwing it off to God knows where. His eyes opened slightly, zeroing on the damp patch on your panties. Of course, he was right.

"Would ya look at that—yer pussy's all soaked from that. How naughty."

"I... I... um..."

He huffed. "Ya what?"

Slap. He had slapped your pussy. The stinging sensation had you arching your back off of the cold metallic surface of the bench. A soft groan fell from your lips.

He landed another slap. "Look at how wet ya are right now. Ya shouldn't have lied huh?"

As if to soothe you again, he began rubbing his thumb over your poor cunt. "Didn't mean ta make her cry."

Hoshina smirked at his own joke—because who else would appreciate it? Definitely not you; you were too fucked out to even catch everything that he's saying.

He hooked a finger in the gusset before pulling your panties out of the way. The sight of your dripping cunt made his dick twitch. He had already been especially frustrated this week and the cute little subordinate he trained every night wasn't helping. Her little stunt was essentially the final nail in the coffin.

There was nothing else he wanted more but to fuck you senseless already. But he was a refined man; he had patience.

Hoshina pushed in two digits at first and it almost made him shudder with how tight and warm you were. Patience be damned; he was crumbling all too quickly for his liking.

"Fuck... yer suckin' it in."

A string of soft moans left you. It was music to his ears and he wanted it to be louder.

He began fucking his fingers into you at a faster pace. The muscles of his arm tensed and the veins on his forearm were popping out. A loud and vulgar moan reverberated through the training room. You could only hope that everyone in the base was asleep because there was no way you could be quiet with what he's doing to you.

You tightened around his fingers before unravelling completely. Your pussy fluttered, cumming on to his fingers shamelessly. It almost felt like a task to him—only getting it out of the way to get to the main event.

Hoshina pulled out his fingers, sucking them clean. He would have loved to get a taste of it on his tongue, but all restraint had been lost. He had to sheath himself in you or else he'd actually lose it.

"Take a deep breath for me, a'ight?" he says while unzipping his pants, only barely pulling out his leaking cock from its confines.

Maybe you should have listened because the sudden intrusion of his cock knocked the air out of your lungs. It filled you up nicely, hitting every spot with just one fluid motion.

He groans, throwing his head back in ecstasy. His fingers were practically white with how hard he gripped the bench supporting the both of you.

"Coulda fought me with this instead. Maybe ya coulda won," he teased. He began slowly fucking into you, perhaps a reprieve after his previous actions.

Your hands held on to his back, softly digging your nails into the chiseled flesh. A satisfied groan poured from his smiling lips.

The string of moans coming from you urged him to go faster. He had enough of being slow and soft. He snapped his hips at a maddening pace almost immediately. Your leg fell of the bench, hanging off and allowing him deeper access into you.

He never faltered for a second—even as he leaned down to leave marks on your neck again. You held him closer to you as if you never wanted him to leave... and he wasn't; at least, not until you've cum all over his cock.

His ragged breaths filled your ear as he continued to rut into you. Hoshina was tough, ruthless, and precise—much like on the battlefield.

A familiar clench squeezed his dick. "Ya close? Ya gonna cum on my cock? C'mon, do it," he goaded.

His thumb began circling your swollen clit. After holding on to the cold bench for a while, his touch felt freezing. The warmth you felt inside contrasted with the cold touch of his thumb. The sensation was almost numbing with how good it felt.

"Wanna cum with me? How romantic of ya," he teased again. "Fuck... I'm cummin' —take it all. This is still part of yer punishment. Got that?"

You responded with a breathless moan. That was all it took before hot ropes of cum filled you. The warmth seemed to push you over the edge as well, milking him for all he's worth. And like he said—it would be romantic. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Ya learned yer lesson yet?" he asked, but not before capturing your wet lips in a kiss.

Hoshina let a shaky breath out as he pulled away. He knew it would be good, but he wasn't expecting for it to be this good.

"Shit... was only plannin' one round. Guess it wouldn't hurt ta discipline ya more."

He lazily rubbed his still hard cock. "C'mon, get on all fours fer me and I might not make ya run laps in morning's training." He watched intently as you followed, lining up his dick against your entrance. It was going to be a long night.

"Good fuckin' girl."

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╰ author's note slightly longer I guess because I like Hoshina more lol

[ambernotember]

one more try

They’ve been on scene for a little over an hour. Buck has spent most of that time popping open car doors and doing basic triage while a trail of paramedics follow behind him and Ravi, getting people onto stretchers or giving them the okay to walk to the tents that have been set up. For all that it’s a major pileup, they’ve been lucky in that there are no car fires, and while there have been serious injuries, none so far have been life threatening.

“Hen, I’ve got a patient with unequal pupils here. She needs to be on the next transport out,” Buck heard Ravi say over the radio.

“The last ambulance just left, Chim and I will come get her but it’ll be a bit before one’s back,” she replied.

“I don’t know if that’s going to be soon enough,” Ravi said. “She’s not looking too good.”

“We’re on our way,” Hen told him. A pause. “She’ll have transport by the time we get her out.”

Buck had finished clearing his lane, so he headed over to help Ravi and his patient too. Hen and Chim were right behind him with a stretcher, and he and Ravi helped load the patient once they’d given her a second look.

“How are we getting her out of here?” Ravi asked.

Buck realized the answer seconds before Hen pointed skyward, her response almost drowned out by the sudden noise from the helicopter blades.

“That’s how!” she called. “Ravi, Chim, finish this lane. Buck, help me load her.”

Buck should have known his luck wouldn’t hold when he’d seen the 217 arrive without Tommy. The universe had just been waiting to taunt him until it could make sure they’d be face to face. Well, maybe he’d be so focused on setting the helicopter down he wouldn’t notice Buck. Buck ducked his head as he held onto the back of the stretcher and followed Hen; it didn’t really make him less noticeable but he could at least try.

The helicopter set down in the intersection the police had cleared. Hen and Buck moved forward with the patient as soon as the back door slid open, and Buck was really not prepared to look up and see Tommy in the back of the helicopter instead of the pilot’s seat.

“Aren’t you usually in the front of these things?” Hen called over the noise.

“Stretched a little thin today, just filling in where I’m needed,” Tommy called back, nodding towards the 217 truck. “You already had the rest of our paramedics.” He made eye contact with Buck before looking back to Hen and the patient. “Anything else we need to know?”

Hen shook her head. “Tell Melton thanks,” she gestured to the front of the helicopter. Tommy gave her a thumbs up and reached for the door handle.

“Tommy!” Buck found his voice. His conversation with Maddie flashed through his mind. Tommy looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow, waiting. “I love you,” he blurted out.

Hen’s eyes went wide.

Tommy looked at him. Opened his mouth. Closed it. “I have to— go,” he said. “Dinner? Saturday?”

“Eight pm,” Buck agreed, his smile so wide it was almost painful. “Pick me up.”

“Okay,” Tommy’s smile appeared like the sun after rain. “It’s a date.” He shot his dorky finger guns at Buck before he closed the door.

Buck waved as they took off, only turning back to Hen when they were too far away to see him.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“Good for you,” she said. “Now stop mooning and get back to work.”

“Yes Cap,” he saluted her.

“Now, or you’re cleaning as well as cooking this week,” she threatened.

“I clean as I go,” he reminded her, then dodged the forehead flick she’d aimed at him.

“This is an open channel,” Melton’s aggrieved voice came over the radio.

“I know,” Tommy replied. “but uh, I just wanted to say, same, Firefighter Buckley.”

“I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Buck — good for you and get back to work,” Hen said into the radio. She made a shooing motion at Buck.

“Sorry Cap,” Tommy said.

“Oh, did it work?” Chimney asked excitedly from behind Buck.

“Chimney, shut up,” Hen hissed.

Buck threw his arms around her and gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.

“Oh my god Buckley, be a professional! I’m your captain!”

[kotoku]

ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

pairings - sunday & teen! reader / aventurine & teen! reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/not a lot of angst/mainly fluff/sibling or family dynamics/ kind of a found family fic (?)

warnings - none

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

↻ I imagine Sunday meeting you as a bellhop working alongside Misha, another bellhop, who welcomes distant travelers to Penacony  

↺ If you’re a bit clumsy like Misha and accidentally spill some luggage after tripping over a hill in the rug, he’d stumble across your defeated form scattering to pick up the fallen belongings 

↺ He’d offer his assistance in organizing the fallen trolley, assessing if you had gotten hurt when you had tripped

↻ Because Sunday’s many responsibilities are to ensure people are following the rules and regulations during their stay in Penacony, he’d come across you on multiple occasions in the hotel lobby

↺ It seems like you were a fairly new worker, asking your coworkers about certain things and needing some guidance with doing things

↺ However, for the most part, you were an inquisitive and hard worker, Sunday noted

↻ One day, he would find you wandering Golden Hour, looking around at the shops curiously while holding a couple of bags

↺ He had conversed with you a couple of times, having small chats during breaks before the two of you had to return to your duties

↺ Sunday had decided to say hi, asking if you were enjoying some of the few renovations done to the dreamscape

↻ At first, you were startled at his sudden appearance, confused about why he approached you

↺ You would then answer his question, stating that you were enjoying some of the shops that had just opened up since it was your day off

↺ Sunday would give you a recommendation, a place that had recently been buzzing with customers as their food selection was one of the best Golden Hour had to offer

↺ Excitedly, you’d thank him for the tip and bid farewell to him, watching him fade in the distance

↻ When you and Sunday had gotten closer together, he’d kinda adopt you as a younger sibling

↻ On the days the both of you weren’t busy, he’d take you to see some of the events that are happening in Penacony (or different locations that he thinks you would like)

↺ Spending his time with you reminded him of the time he used to spend with Robin when the two of them were younger

↺ Watching you bubble with excitement when you saw something you liked, asking him if it was a good idea to get it reminded him of old times 

↻ One time, you jokingly call him old which made him reevaluate his life a bit (did he really seem that old??)

↺ You grew a bit worried when he didn’t respond, watching him hold his chin in deep thought (he snapped out of it after you shook him a bit)

↻ Sunday would take on the role of an older brother to you, fretting whenever you got injured while working and spoiling you rotten with trinkets he had found

↻ He would feel bad whenever he has to turn you down when he’s busy, promising to find a time when he is free from work to accompany you on what you’ve planned 

↺ If it was a limited-time event, he’d feel especially bad, planning to treat you to something to make up for the lost time (you tell him not to worry but he insists)

↻ Something that became routine for the both of you would be tea time (or going out to a restaurant)

↺ During these sessions, you and Sunday would talk about your week/day, basically spending the time talking and sometimes even gossiping about some of the rumors heard around Penacony

↺ You were careful about rumors that concerned The Family, not wanting to upset Sunday, so you mainly focused on small gossip circling around work

↻ Something that interested you about Sunday was his wings, and when the two of you hung out more, you asked him about them

↺ He explained to you about Halovians and the experiences he had with them (how he had to clean them, take care of them, etc…)

↺ If the two of you are closer enough, he’d allow you to touch them, chuckling as you gaped at them in amazement and wonder

↻ Sometimes when one of you is overworked and exhausted, the other would give a light scolding and have them rest on a nearby lounge chair, giving them a moment of rest 

↺ Sunday would offer you to rest on him, providing you his coat as a blanket and humming you to sleep 

↺ You would lead Sunday to his room, making sure he was resting comfortably after you brewed some tea for him (you’d softly close the door and resume your duties after making sure he was actually sleeping)

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“I will be fine, _____. You do not need to worry about my well-being.” Sunday was seated on his couch in his lounge clothes, arms crossed as he watched you pour water into a kettle. 

Huffing, you turned on the heat and let the water boil, scavenging his cupboards for his tea packets. He couldn’t help but sigh when you ignored his protests, opting to lean against the couch and listen as you worked.

“You haven’t been getting much sleep for the past few days. I know that it’s been busy with the Charmony Festival in full swing, but you need to take care of yourself too, Sunday.” Setting down the finished cup of tea in front of him, you took a seat on a different chair next to him. 

Sunday blew on his tea, the smoke wafting away as he took a sip of the chamomile tea you brewed for him. 

There was a small silence between the both of you. You were fiddling with some of the accessories of your uniform, eyes cast towards the wooden coffee table. On the other hand, Sunday held his cup of tea with both of his hands, feeling the heat of the cup fade to a nice warmth. 

When Sunday had finished his tea, he set it down on the coffee table and relaxed into the soft material of the couch.

“I understand that you are concerned, _____. I promise to take better care of myself but know I will be fine.” Sunday assured you and your worries, opening his eyes to glance at you. You didn’t meet his eyes until you heard him get up from his spot on the couch, feeling a lightweight being put on your head. 

His hand lightly ruffles your hair, moving back to his side. “To ease your worries, I will be going to bed now.” 

You blinked at him before shaking your head. “Thanks, now get to bed old man.” “

I’m not that old, _____...” “Old man.” “Sigh…”

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↻ Aventurine would meet you when you’ve just joined the IPC, becoming your superior and having you run errands or finish up paperwork 

↻ You, being the dedicated worker you are, would spend countless nights finishing projects and studying

↺ You would be so engrossed in reading something that you would accidentally bump into Aventurine from behind, stumbling back with your book falling to the floor 

↺ Massaging your temples, you would see a hand outstretched to you as an offer to help you up (which you graciously took)

↻ When you think back to that time when Aventurine helped you pick yourself up, along with your book, you flush in embarrassment and lightly berate yourself for not watching your surroundings

↻ Working with Aventurine had its perks and flaws, the perks being the pay and the flaws being the tasks and having someone so unpredictable as your boss

↺ You could never tell when Aventurine was joking or not (you found it hard to understand him so you just nodded along to the things he said)

↻ After a few months of working under him, the two of you started bonding over various things

↺ Although you were too young to gamble, you learned a couple tricks that Aventurine had when playing different card games with others (you also learned a few cheat hacks Aventurine does but we won’t talk about that)

↻ Aventurine was able to watch you slowly come out of your shell, becoming more talkative and friendly with him and your coworkers

↺ When he noticed your change in behavior, he was taken aback but was happy to embrace this newfound side of yours (he feels like a dad watching their child make friends)

↻ There is a hint of favoritism that Aventurine has with you, choosing to dote on you by purchasing various souvenirs and trinkets he gathered on his trips (they reminded him of you)

↺ A keychain? Consider it purchased. A snack basket? He already has it on hand. Aventurine spends his money like it’s nothing, especially when it comes to his kid (despite you being a teen, he still calls you ‘kid’ much to your dismay)

↻ Aventurine would definitely gossip with you about work, etc…

↻ Honestly, in a more modern (?) setting, he’d be that proud soccer mom who takes photos of his kid and boasts to the other soccer moms

↺ “You see that little rascal up there? That’s my kid!”

↻ At first, seeing you get along with Aventurine was a surprise to many, even Aventurine himself

↺ He didn’t really have friends, or at least, someone he could freely talk to about anything and everything

↺ He doesn’t really open up to you about his past until later, and even then, he tries not to be too descriptive as he doesn’t want to make you feel bad (but you still do)

↻ When you open up to Aventurine about your struggles, why you joined the IPC, etc.… he’ll see himself a bit in you, making him feel protective of you and this ultimately brings the both of you closer together

↻ Thinking about this dynamic the two of you share, Aventurine wonders if he would make for a good parent, despite the infamous reputation Sigonians have

↺ You’d notice him going quiet here and there as he looks like he’s deep in thought, waiting patiently for him to snap out of it, you’d watch as he resumes the conversation like nothing had happened

↻ If there is a chance you guys get to visit a planet together, especially if it is one that he is familiar with, he’ll give you a tour and take you to some of his favorite spots

↺ If it is one he isn’t familiar with, the two of you would look like lost children who are wandering around looking at popular spots

↻ Honestly, if you had the chance to meet Topaz, she wouldn’t understand how you can tolerate Aventurine’s behavior

↺ Nonetheless, Topaz is happy that her coworker has a connection with someone, finding the small family dynamic adorable (she’d never admit that to Aventurine)

↻ Of course, Aventurine would definitely tease you because you’re younger than him, acting like the annoying big brother he is

↺ “Huh!? Where did my chips go!? Aventurine!” “What~? Don’t look at me, I didn’t touch them.” “You’re such a liar! You have crumbs on your face! What– is that my drink that you’re holding!?” “...No..?” 

↻ Despite everything, you still enjoy spending time with your unexpected friend (and newfound family member)

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“_____! Look at what I’ve brought~.” Aventurine sang, plopping a huge gift basket on top of your desk. The papers that were stacked fluttered a little, some falling around you onto the ground. 

You were startled at the unexpected gift, looking at all the luxurious gifts and snacks that were neatly displayed in a beautifully woven basket. The red and gold ribbon tying the clear bag at the top finished it nicely, giving it a clean yet expensive look. 

“Aventurine!? Just how much did you buy this for??” You gaped, examining the interior although the lightning made it a bit difficult to see. You could recognize a few items, all being pricey and popular on its original planet. 

“Bah! Don’t worry about it. I couldn’t help but get it since it included some of the things you were talking about before.” The way he was so casual about getting something expensive threw you off, but then again, this was Aventurine. Deciding to shake off the shock, you gave him a grateful smile. 

“Thank you, Aventurine.” “Don’t mention it, kid.” “I’m not a kid, Aventurine! If anything, you act more like one than me!” “Pff, good joke. Now get back to work, kid.” “Ugh.”

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⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

note - hope you guys enjoy this! i had fun writing this lol. there was actually two separate requests for an aventurine and sunday with a teen! reader, so i decided to write them together.

[lacevenom]

୨୧ meeting you ୨୧

character’s included : damon, stefan, elijah, enzo, klaus , kol.

SUMMARY : request —they meet you, a vampire who’s turned in the 1950s. capable of flipping a bus with your pinky if needed, drink your blood bags in peace, and avoid drama unless it personally knocks on your door.

୨୧ DAMON.

at first.

he’s intrigued. you’re not falling for his usual charm or sass, and you’re not playing the high-stakes game everyone else seems to.

he finds you reading quietly in some dimly lit lounge, legs crossed, maybe wearing a vintage outfit perfectly pressed.

you don’t even look up when he walks in.

he throws out a flirty comment.

you’d say “are you always this loud or is today special?”

Instantly obsessed.

but when he really takes notice is when someone tries to start something with you. maybe a vampire gets pushy, maybe a human flirts too hard. you stand up, say one calm sentence, and the air just shifts. cold. lethal. beautiful.

you don’t fight. you could. you won’t.

honestly? damon is in love.

he teases you a lot, trying to draw out that dangerous side just to see it again.

you just roll your eyes and sip your blood like it’s fine wine.

he calls you “greaser girl” because of the ‘50s vibes. you pretend to hate it. you don’t.

୨୧ STEFAN.

stefan is surprised, in a good way.

you remind him of how he wants to be. peaceful, distant from chaos, but still grounded and self-aware.

he’s wary at first, because mysterious vampires usually mean problems.

but then he realizes you’re just…minding your own business.

he finds you sipping blood from a crystal glass in a jazz bar you’ve basically claimed as your personal den. you’re polite but distant, and he respects that.

then someone tries to threaten you. maybe a baby vamp getting cocky. you warn them once. twice.

then the look in your eyes changes. just slightly. just enough.

you don’t need to throw a punch. your presence alone is a warning.

stefan would say. “you could kill all of us, couldn’t you?”

and your answer. “only if you make me.”

he likes you immediately. you’re the only person who makes him feel like maybe he can step away from the madness. maybe you’ll be a friend to him like lexi. maybe you’ll be more?

୨୧ ENZO.

he lOVES you.

you’re a vintage queen with a razor tongue and a “don’t start none, won’t be none” policy and he thinks that’s just about the hottest thing in the world.

he meets you at some vampire gathering. you’re sitting in a corner with an untouched drink, looking completely bored.

you make eye contact once, then look away.

he’s hooked.

when he tries to flirt, you dryly say, “If I wanted attention, I’d set something on fire.”

he laughs like really actually laughs.

then he watches you obliterate a vampire who tries to bite someone in your presence.

though you don’t even break a sweat.

he’s standing there. in awe. Impressed like. “she’s so classy. she’s so deadly. I love her.”

he most likely calls you “dollface.”

you never admit it, but your unbeating heart skips every time.

୨୧ ELIJAH.

elijah is instantly intrigued.

you carry yourself like someone with power but not the kind that flaunts. the kind that could level cities but chooses stillness.

that kind of discipline? that kind of elegance?

he respects that.

when he first approaches you, he’s formal. courteous.

“you’re not like the others,” he says.

you meet his gaze calmly. “no. I’m not interested in being like them.”

he watches you from a distance at first. you remind him of a time when vampires weren’t all chaos and bloodshed. when there was grace. class. control.

and then one day, someone underestimates you.

the way you dismantle them. intellectually, then physically. is almost poetic.

elijah watches, silently impressed. and when it’s over, he simply steps closer and offers a clean handkerchief, as if the whole thing was a ballet.

he never asks you to join his cause.

but he always leaves the door open.

୨୧ KLAUS.

Immediate threat assessment.

he assumes you’re competition. or hiding something. he pokes, pushes, tests your limits.

you don’t flinch though.

and that makes him obsessed.

he tries to intimidate you. “who are you, little vampire, to be so calm in a world full of monsters?”

you sip your blood, tilt your head. “I was made in a world where monsters wore lipstick and smiled for the camera. you don’t scare me.”

he smiles. genuinely.

you’re the kind of person he knows not to push too far.

but we all know we should be careful with klaus. not to forget—katherine who was running from behind or 500 years.

୨୧ KOL

oooh he thinks you’re the hottest thing to walk the earth.

Immediately flirts.

Immediately gets iced out.

he keeps trying. though you keep brushing him off.

he’s hooked.

[sorry-moots]

Stress Relief or whatever

idk what to call this but basically viktor assumes reader is attracted to jayce when that is Not the case (ooh that rhymes) tags: reader insert, gn!reader, assistant!reader, no use of y/n, reader is not from zaun, oral fixation if you squint cw: none, suggestive(?)

Viktor is used to the attention Jayce gets. He's tall, muscular, good-looking... and he doesn't need a cane or a brace to walk.

He's also not 'trencher trash' like Viktor is.

When you start working in the lab as an assistant, he's not surprised by your coquettish mannerisms. How you bend over to pick up fallen objects, instead of crouching. How you leave enough of your shirt unbuttoned to show off but still be considered decent.

Viktor especially takes note of your lips. You're always biting, chewing, and picking at your lips. His favorite part of any work day is when your lips get chapped. You always, without fail, turn to face the room when you apply your lip balm, like a lone performer gazing out at an auditorium full of people. And– just like a lone performer blinded by the stage lights that illuminate them– it's like you can tell your performance is being watched, even if you can't tell exactly who comprises your audience.

The point your eyes fix on varies but it's always in the vicinity of Jayce's desk, moreso when he's gone. Initially, he felt resentful; even when he wasn't in the room your attention was on his friend. This resentment eventually faded in light of this silver lining: you look breathtaking to him at this angle.

As Jayce becomes more occupied with his position as a councilor, you and Viktor work alone more often than not. The pressure to develop Hextech is tenfold without Jayce's help and it shows.

As an assistant, there isn't much you can do to help. Your job entails documentation of findings, restocking supplies, cleaning instruments, things of that nature. With Viktor working longer and harder to make progress, however, you start bringing meals and brewing tea. It's easier to get him to take a break when you ask him to eat with you, as opposed to just reminding him that he is human and his body requires sustenance.

One of these late nights, long after you had cleared away dinner, you approached him at his desk and started clearing away his things as he leaned back in his chair and massaged his temples. The sight has you overcome with impatience.

Circling around to his side of the desk, you seat yourself on the flat surface. "Viktor, before I leave, I was wondering..." you start, biting at your lip with anticipation. When he looks up and he's overwhelmed by the intensity of your stare as you undress him with your eyes.

"Is there anything else I can do to... alleviate your stress?" you ask, gaze settling at the nexus of his body.

It is then that he realizes every 'performance' you had put on was for him. The pleasant surprise that arises within him is evident as he smiles and answers your question with his own.

"What did you have in mind?"

a/n: i'm really sorry if this sucks but this man deserves the sloppiest toppy humanly possible and i needed to say it

[5aaliyah5]

Never Ever Getting Rid of Me (Hange Zoë x Reader)

Just a simple one shot I decided to write 😭

Based on the song: "Never Ever Getting Rid of Me" From Waitress the musical (I love that musical sm and this song reminded me of Hange).

Hange is a very persistent suitor.

(thats it- they just wanna date you 😭✌️)

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: slight cussing, other than that none

“I went on a date” Y/N threw the multiple Keg mugs down with frustration. She had just gotten to work and was cleaning up the multiple cups that had been left on the tables from the nigh before. Another one of the tavern girls said she would close and clean up for the night since she worked the night shift, but she had apparently gotten sick towards the end of her shift and figured she would leave it for the morning. How lucky of Y/N to be in the morning shift the next day.

Another girl- Hannah- smiled upon hearing Y/N’s words. “Really? How was it?”

“About as good as a date can go with a member of the Survey Corps-” Y/N started but Hannah’s head shot up and slightly startled Y/N, causing her to stop

“No-” hannah gasped. “Y/N you didn't!” It was an unspoken rule that the girls who worked there agreed upon. With so many of their customers being Scouts who either wanted to drink away the memories or have a genuinely good time before they might die on the next expedition- it was a silent rule that the girls there were not to get attached to or romantically involved with any scout members. It saved them from the pain of possibly never seeing their beloved customers again.

“I did, and now my poor taste in dating is coming back to haunt me! They are in my section-” Y/N subtly pointed to a certain scout who remained seated at a table. Their back was turned towards Y/N and Hannah, leaving Hannah unable to see their face. “We ran into each other while I was out buying paper for the book im writing, and they asked me out. I know I should have said no, but they were so charming it was hard to…” Y/N pouted, as she explained the story to Hannah. “The date was not terrible in all honesty, its just… Their profession- You know why we don't get mixed up with the Survey Corps.”

“Here, ill go cover for you. I wanna see what made you agree to go out with them in the first place!” Hannah chuckled as she grabbed a clean mug to bring to them. It was rare that people came into the tavern without drinking in the first place- so Hannah had figured the same would be true of this customer.

There were few people actually in the Tavern, especially so earl in the morning. The few who were were either travelers who were enjoying a basic breakfast, or those who needed a morning drink (and most likely an afternoon and evening drink as well).

“Good Morning, How can I help you?” Hannah put on her best customer service voice as she looked down towards the Brunette soldier.

“Where is Y/N?” Hange asked, taken aback with Hannah coming up to their table. Hannah, paused for a section as she examined Hange. They weren't anything special in her eyes, possibly seemed like sort of a nerd, and she internally laughed at how predictable Y/N was with her type in dating. Hannah also noticed that in their hands they held a cute little bouquet

“Ill be taking your order for today” Hannah smiled. “She’s busy cleaning behind the counter since last night the cleaning didn't get done.”

“Thank you, but I really need to see Y/N” Hange answered. “I really don't mean to bother her, but wasn't sure how else to find her. She mentioned she worked here, and I wanted to speak with her about our date a few nights ago-“

Hannah looked to Y/N, which caused Hange to catch sight of her. Hannah shrugged and internally Y/N could hear her excuse ‘I tried’. Y/N sighed a rolled her eyes as she walked out to Hange’s table and slammed her hands down, making those around the table go silent. Before she could say what she initially was going to, her eyes caught the flower bouquet and she blushed. “Please just take the mixed bouquet and leave- just leave!” Y/N practically shouted, as the silence in the tavern made it carry throughout the establishment. She needed to scare them off (even if a part of her didn't want to), so that whatever feelings were developing between the two of them would cease.

Hannah and Hange both looked taken aback by her response. “You get 5 minutes before the boss gets back. Ill cover your section-” Hannah says as she places a hand on her shoulder in a reassuring manner. “Either settle with them to do this later or get them out of here and Be quick.” She shoots Hange a glare as she walked behind the counter where Y/N had previously been to continue the task of cleaning.

Y/N sat down across from Hange, her arms folded on the table as they stared at one another: “Go ahead.” She sighed “What’s your argument?”

“Im a Section commander-” They started and Y/N interrupted.

“So that means you’ll die sooner?” Y/N tilted her head, as Hange’s face didn't even shift at the question. They must have come to terms with their (probable) death if they were so unfazed by Y/N’s unfiltered and rather morbid ask.

“Well yes- but I get better pay as well. I would be able to take care of you-” They responded. Y/N brushed that off, waving her hand.

“Tch, I don't need anyone to take care of me-” Y/N huffed out. The gall of this- this- Y/N couldn't even find the words to describe them! “Thats why I have this job. I get by just fine Section Commander.”

“I would be a great lover” They grinned and added “and consider myself pretty decent to look at.”

“That sounds rather cocky of you, don't you think?” Y/N was now smirking as Hange continued to go on. She had to give it to them, they were persistent. “But you also look like you dont shower regularly. You admitted as much to me a few nights ago.”

“I did for our date-” Hange argued and Y/N laughed at that. What a very soldier thing to say. “Would hygiene be something you would want me to improve on before you considered dating me?”

“Hm- well maybe more regular showers.” Y/N admitted “But thats besides the point! You’re in the Corps. I dont- I cant do that to myself. That would be like shooting myself in the foot! What? I get attached to you only for you to die by the hands of a titan and leave me a sobbing widow?” Y/N raised an eyebrow “Not gonna happen.”

“Hm, you make a hard bargain” Hange now folded their arms, as they started to really think “Would it help if I said I research titans and what they are?” They asked

“Thats nice- but no.” Y/N shook her head now having a genuine smile on her face. Hange sighed and just as they were about to continue, Y/N’s boss (the owner of the Tavern) approached the table, an irritated look upon his face.

“Y/N!” He said, and she stood as her eyes widened. She had been caught. “Say your ‘I love you’s’ and get back to work!” He said and Y/N blushed once more.

“N-No its not like tha-” She didnt finish her sentence though as he cut her off, raising a hand to silence her.

“I dont care.” He said, and turned to walk away and speak to another customer.

Y/N, frowning, turned to Hange. “You should be heading out now, i've got work to do.” And with that, Y/N went on about her day.

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It was silent the next few days, nothing eventful happening. She figured Hange had gotten whatever they had in their system, out, and had moved onto the next poor tavern girl that would give them a chance. That’s how it usually went with soldiers. They would flirt and go on a date or two with a town girl, then get over them quickly if they weren’t exciting enough.

Y/N yawned as she exited the tavern after a particularly slow day. The sun was setting, and she held the door open for the closing shift as they entered. The door closed and just as Y/N was about to start walking, something was caught in the corner of her eye.

“Huh!?” Y/N Jumped backwards, barely landing on her feet as she slightly stumbled, catching herself. To the right of her, right outside the door, was none other than Section Commander Hange Zoë (which did have a nice ring to it now that she thought about it). They were sitting on the floor, head down, as they looked up when Y/N addressed them, “Wha-What are you doing here? Are you stalking me now?”

“No!” Hange stood to attention, almost as if they were in front of the commander. “No No, I swear Im not! Its just…I was in town with a few friends and… Levi took my horse.”

“Took… Your horse?” She asked, incredulous at the response they gave her. ‘You have to be kidding me…’

“Yeaaaahhh…” They scratched the back of their head “I pissed him off and he left me here… I was just about to start walking back to the base, but its at least a two hour walk.”

“Thats the stupidest thing i've ever heard.” She replied, her face deadpanned “Maybe you shouldn't have pissed him off. Fortunate for you, Im off work.” She looked the other way, down the pathway that would take her home.

“So you wanna go on another date is what im hearing?” They seemed to perk up.

“What?” Y/N snapped her head back to them “No- Stay focused! I can help you get back to the scouts base-” She shook her head, turning to start walking in the direction she had previously been looking towards. “You're helpless.”

“How?” Hange followed after her, now more hopeful at their predicament.

“Ill just get my horse.” Y/N said like it was no big deal “I've been riding since I was a little girl, so I could take you back to the base and get back home in less than 30 minutes.”

“You would help me out like that?” Y/N tilted her head

“Yeah, but you have to promise not to show up at my work again…” Hange reached their hand out, and Y/N took it as they shook.

“Deal.”

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Y/N had been quick to go into her house and inform her parents of her quick trip, and then came back outside, unfortunately being followed by her mother. “Ah, and who is this Y/N? You've never brought home a customer so that must mean this one is special right?” Her mother mused as she stepped off the porch and towards Hange.

“Mama, im just doing a friend a favor” She paused and the asked “Please go inside-” She didn't listen though, as Y/N’s mother, walked up to Hange, visibly shorter than Hange especially in her older age. She seemed to examine Hange, adjusting her own glasses.

“Nice to meet you Ma’am. Im Section Commander Hange Zoë of the Survey Corps” And very quickly, Y/N’s mother grabbed onto Hange’s arm, pulling them towards Y/N with strength Y/N wasnt sure where the hell she had gotten. Her mother had always been a frail woman, could easily be blown away by a strong gust of wind. It must be that mothers strength that Y/N had always heard about in stories, she guessed.

“Mama! Your manners!” Y/N blushed at the display, and her mother ignored her.

“You’ve found yourself a nice strong soldier Y/N! A section Commander!” She said happily, and Hange also blushed. “I prayed this day would happen- having someone to take care of you. You work way too hard for how young you are-”

“Me and Hange are not together Mama-” Y/N tried to dispute her mothers claim “They are just a friend” she said, walking towards her mother.

“Really?” Y/N’s mother looked towards hange and shook her head “What a shame, you would look so cute together.”

“Okay Okay, thats enough. Im gonna get Buttercup and take Hange back to the scouts base. Ill be back before dinner okay?” And as she said that, she pulled hange towards herself and away from her mother, trying to lead them toward the horse stables. Y/N’s mother nodded and waved off Hange and Y/N.

“I am so so sorry about that- I didn't know she would do that-” Y/N apologized as Hange followed her once more.

“No, its fine. Its sweet how your mother cares about you and hopes for a good future for you.” Hange smiles. For a second, Y/N turns around and wants to question about Hange’s own parents, but she felt the question was too personal for how recently they met one another.

Y/N cleared her throat, as she approached Buttercups stall. “Here she is-” Y/N smiled and opened the wooden gate. Buttercup, a beautiful friesian mare with a black coat.

“Rather interesting name for a horse, considering buttercup flowers are dangerous for horses to digest” Hange noted and Y/N petted Buttercups mane, as the horse leaned into her touch.

“Yeah, when she was young my father got her for super cheap from a guy in wall Sina who had no idea what he was doing with horses and had fed her some buttercups.” Y/N recalled “The guy sold my dad her, thinking she would die within the next few days and might as well get whatever he could for her before she did. My dad though, who came from generations of farmers who had always cared for horses, knw just what to give her to make her feel better and she was healthy within the next 6 weeks. He then gave her to me for my 7th birthday, since she was such a beautiful horse. Too beautiful to do hard farm work, and worthy of being shown off around town.” Y/N smiled “all the girls in town were so jealous of her. And luckily she is still young- she has another 15 years in her with the way her health is” Y/N smiled and then turned to hange, seeing as they were intensely watching her.

“S-sorry” She looked down, as she started guiding Buttercup out of the stables “I just really love horses” She says.

“Don't apologize Y/N.” Hange stated firmly as they walked towards Y/N and behind her, reaching out to pet Buttercup as well. The sweet sweet horse simply tilted her head towards Hange and accepted the pets. “You should never apologize for what you love. Its what makes you, you-”

“Thank you.” Y/N said earnestly, and then went to grabbed the saddle for Buttercup. She placed in on her back, and adjusted it so that it wouldn't slide off. Y/N then mounted Buttercup, making sure to check and see if the saddle was placed correctly and she wouldn't slide off, before turning to hange once more.

“Its not the most comfortable position, but she could carry the both of us comfortably and is the only horse I have experience with.” Y/N said as she held out a hand for Hange to grip onto. They were fluid in their motions as they mounted the horse, sitting behind her, though she figured that was because they were used to ridding horses themselves.

“Its more than fine.” Hange responded as they gripped onto Y/N’s hips. Y/N shuddered as she scolded them.

“Move your hands higher, I know you can and I know you know that-” Y/N grinned, glad that Hange couldn't see it.

“Ah, right-” hange gingerly moved their hands a little more upwards to a comfortable position around her abdomen.

“Right, lets get going while we still have sunlight-” Y/N pulled on the reigns as she guided the horse into a quick canter. She didn't want to push Buttercup, as she was just used to either Y/N riding her short distances or helping with light farm work. As they cantered towards the scouts base, making great timing considering they were not hitting max speed, Y/N finally asked : “so, you’re a titan researcher? How does that work?”

Y/N could feel Hange perk up once more at the line of questioning. “Yes! Its fascinating work I assure you, and so fulfilling.” They started “I actually have two of my own-”

“Titans!? Are you mad?” Y/N asked, trying to turn her head to look towards Hange. They were crazy- she had almost gotten with a crazy person- she thinks in her mind.

“Perhaps a little. At Least, thats what most tell me” Hange shrugged, again unfazed. Y/N wished she couldnt give a fuck like they did.

“Alright- So what are their names?” She asked and then added “I hope you named them at least-”

“Sawney and Bean” They clasped their hands together as they recounted their experiences. Y/N listened, enthralled at actually hearing what titans were really like and reacted to certain things (aside from how they wanted to eat people). “They also were hard to get approval for, but eventually Commander Erwin relented with my unorthodox methods. Still, they are heavily watched since they are still a risk for people if they got out-”

“you didn't tame them then?” Y/N clutched onto the rope, now concerned for Hange’s safety (great- she thinks sarcastically).

“Who said I wanted to tame them? I think they are perfect just the way the are!” Hange smiled, seeming genuine in their response. “If I were to tame them, then I wouldn't get as much information as I needed out of them”

“But… they could eat you- They want to eat you!” Y/N argues “what if you get hurt?”

“Perhaps,” Y/N could feel Hange’s hands tighten on her waist. “I think thats a risk regardless though of if I kept titans or didn't. My chances of getting physically hurt are reduced, sure, but emotionally, us humans hurt each other all the time-” Hange said, and Y/N could feel the mood shift- “it doesn't mean I shouldn't stop loving people in fear of getting hurt, or not care about things. If anything, the chance of getting hurt but continuing to get another day to prove myself makes loving more rewarding every day. And in the end, some things are worth getting hurt for, even dying for.”

They… had a point, Y/N mentally admitted to herself. Why should she stop loving people in fears of getting hurt? She didn't stop loving her mother or father despite their old age and that they would eventually die as well. It didn't stop her from loving Hannah, even though the chance of something happening to Hannah was just as high as Hange’s or any of the scouts was because of her gender (Authors note: because men suck and terrorize women no matter what they do).

Y/N just nodded her head, not saying anything else the remainder of the ride to the base. She had a lot to ponder over for the evening. They didn't have to wait long as in the distance, Y/N and Hange could make out the lights from the scouts base, coming to life as the last rays of suns dipped beneath the horizon. As Y/N pulled into the gates, slowing down into a trot as she examined where to stop, they both took sight of three figures.

“You cheated.” Levi states as he, miche and Erwin stood outside, seeming to be… relaxing, and waiting for Hange’s return.

“You never said I couldn't get a ride-” Hange responded, obviously triumphant as they dismounted the horse and landed on their feet smoothly. Y/N repositioned buttercup so that she could see off Hange better. “You just said to figure out how to get back to base myself.”

“Tch. Whatever.” he responded as Hange laughed.

“You better go and check on those friends of yours to make sure they didn't get into any trouble-” Y/N said, smiling as Hange continued to laugh. They stopped for a second to look up to her. Y/N felt her heart start to flutter in excitement, just seeing how they looked to her, a way she hadn't noticed before.

“Ah, so they told you about Sawney and Bean?” Erwin mused and walked towards Hange and Y/N.

“What didn't they tell me about them? Don't worry, ill keep it under wraps from the town” Y/N reassured him. “I want to thank you all personally for your dedicated work. If you ever stop by Henry’s Tavern in town, ask for Y/N and ill give you four some food and drinks, on the house.”

“We appreciate that, and look forward to getting to know you-” Erwin stopped “What is your name?

“Y/N L/N” Y/N responded, reaching down to shake his hand. “Nice to formally meet you Commander Erwin.” Y/N readjusted herself as she noticed it was now nighttime. It didn't matter as she was on horse back and could get back home in no time now that there was only one rider and could gallop her way home. “Hey Section Commander-” Y/N called out from where she sat on Buttercup. All four of the scouts turned their head, intrigued by what she had to say “Ill take you up on that offer for a second date after all. Maybe you were right- Might just be rewarding to fall for you after all…”

“Ill make it rewarding for you. I promise.” And with a shake of her head and grin, Y/N rode off, back to her home to eat dinner and sleep.

“Im gonna marry her.” Hange states as they turned back towards their friends. “I promise you all that.”

“Only in your dreams, four eyes” Levi responded, though he also did not doubt that Hange could and would somehow accomplish that. He also knew that they were one to keep their promises, and that gave him hope for Hange’s future.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pretty Petals 25

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs

Note: I am like in dread of work so here it is lolll

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all like birds love to appear everytime you are near. Take care. 💖

Zinnia’s screams haunt your prison. That’s what it is. Not a cabin. Not a house. Not even a fortress. No, you are all trapped here. 

Her first night there is shrill and horrifying and endless. Not just for her but all of you. The rare night spent alone but only knowing that she suffers for it. None of you are so foolish to think these men would show pity for her inexperience.

You hear Azalea through the wall, sobbing. A few times, you find yourself awash in a flow of grief. Swollen eyes succumb to drowsiness and you wade through the night in painful sleep, waking now and again to the throbbing ache behind your brow.

The last time you rouse, you’re not alone. The weight in the bed next to your grumbles and shoves you back down as you try to sit up. Ransom rolls over as you lay flat on your back. He tweaks your nipple through the thin layer of your camisole and pats your chest.

“Good girl, Lily,” he closes his eyes and is just as quickly snoring again.

Is it starting all over again? Back to the basics. You and Ransom. You hate to admit it even in your head but his return is almost comforting. You know what to expect when it’s just the two of you.

You don’t sleep again. You can’t. You just lay staring up at the ceiling, watching the morning slowly spread across the plaster. It’s a startling calm that undermines your reality starkly. A reminder that this tiny corner of the world is forgotten and hopeless in a vast world that keeps turning.

You shift onto your side and hide your face in the pillow. You keep your back to Ransom as you rattle with suppressed sobs. It would be so much easier if you could just stop thinking.

You sniffle and try to tamp down your tears. You miss your apartment. After how long of cursing that cramped box, of wanting to be anywhere else, you would kill just to see your ratty couch again. Just to sleep on your lumpy futon or stare into your scant fridge. 

Freedom isn’t what you thought it was. Freedom is waking up to an alarm every day and going to a job you hate so you can make a few dimes of your own. Freedom is parsing out that measly check in a desperate struggle to survive. Freedom is that sliver of choice you get in doing so. It’s surviving, all the same, but on your own terms. Not on theirs.

You want to give up, so badly. You should. It only hurts to fight but you won’t. You can’t. Dahlia is right. You can still have that freedom, in that you can choose your end.

You wipe clean your face and sigh. You glance over at Ransom and carefully fold back the blanket from over you. You sit up, jostling as little as you can as you shimmy out of your camisole and panties. 

You ease yourself back on your elbow and turn onto your side. Your reach beneath the crumple edge of the duvet and feel around blindly. You wrap your fingers around his dick. He’s soft but not for long as you stroke him slowly, fondling his limpness until he’s hard and groaning.

“Lily pad…” Ransom breathes and pets your temple, “what–”

You hush him as you drag your hand up his stomach. You plant your palm on his chest and lift yourself up. You shove the blanket away from his body and hook your leg over him. You reach beneath yourself and angle his tip along your cunt. You straddle him, inching onto him as you let out a hum.

He’s stunned by his awakening. In that moment, you have power. You have something you can use. You sink to your limit and moan, twitching around him as your nails dig into his firm muscle. His hands crawl up and down your sides as he admires your body.

He shudders and lets out shallow breaths as you rock. You feel the tension knot in his stomach as you trail down. You sense the vulnerability in that moment. You see yourself smashing his jaw in with your fist or bringing your hands to his throat and squeezing until he’s gagging.

You resist that fatal urge and buck fast, the noise of your bodies clapping in the early morning hue. The bed shakes as you huff out your effort, closing your eyes as you cling to the vision of your liberation. The fantasy of violence driving you onward.

Too soon, you know it. Wait, watch, calculate. Don’t strike too soon. Not alone.

“Lily,” Ransom frames your hips as he pulls you down harder and harder, “fuck, what are you–”

“Shhh,” you smother his mouth and fuck him harder, leaning over him as you flick your lashes open, “I missed you.”

He watches you as you hover over him. You poke your fingers between his lips and delve into his mouth. He bites on your knuckles as you keep your hips tilting. He babbles around them as he quakes beneath you. Almost there.

“You going to cum inside me,” you hold back your disgust at the words, “hmm, I want you too–”

He gurgles and his eyes roll back as he spasms. You feel the heat burst inside of you and push yourself up. You lean back and ride out his climax. You stop only as he’s breathless and prone. Then. You could do it then. You could hurt him. You could murder him.

You sit paralysed, horrified at what you’ve done and what you think of doing. They made you a monster too. They’ve filled you with a rage that will never leave you. You will never escape the fractures they’ve rented into you. You can never fix yourself but you don’t care about that. You only want to break them.

💐

The morning brightens through the curtains, rousing Ransom as he sits up with an effort not to disturb you. His caution is uncharacteristic and confounding. You’re already awake but you don’t let him know. You just watch his back as he rubs his eyes and combs his fingers back through his hair.

He yawns and stands, his naked ass greeting you unceremoniously. You squeeze your eyes shut and listen to him move around the room. A low growl in his throat but no words. He dresses in silence and to your surprise, does not try to touch you. He leaves you confounded, hidden beneath your eyelids as you try to figure out what ploy is at hand.

You stay buried in dread, waiting. For his return. For some disturbance from outside; for screams, for thumps, for the eruption of chaos that comes every day. It doesn’t come. You only hear the deliberate movement of bodies trying not to be heard.

You get up and near the door. You grasp the handle and turn it, slowly, easing it around until the mechanism stops. You’re locked in. Fuck. It’s not a surprise but you want to know what’s going on out there.

You lean against the door, cupping your ear with your hand as you try to hear. Who is it? How many? What are they up to? It’s just a shuffle that you can’t make sense of, capped by the final and jarring snap of the front door. You can tell which it is by the weight of it, by the subtle creak of wood beneath several pairs of feet.

You retreat back to bed and sit, thinking. Ransom’s scent lingers along with the dread. They must be plotting something new. Another chase, another game, another humiliation. There’s a new girl so that means you all must suffer. That’s how it works. Their fun is your punishment.

You go into the bathroom and crank on the tub. It’s a small relief amidst the oppression of this place. You ease into the water and recline against the porcelain. There is no sense in letting them taint what little time you’re afforded to yourself. Those tiny moments when you can try to retrieve your sanity.

You think of the night before. You feel weak as the heat of the water seeps into you but there remains that sliver of anger, fueled by the memory of Dahlia’s words. Of the fury laced in her voice. You can’t do this for yourself but when you think of the other girls, you find it hard to admit defeat.

You don’t emerge until the water is cold. You pull the stopper and go through the usual. The routine that’s become second nature. To keep yourself moisturised and pretty for these tormentors. It brings a sardonic chuckle to your throat. You do it nonetheless, there is something soothing in the simple tasks.

You put on a white dress; a simple short baby doll. You go to the window and look out at the back deck, the pool sparkling in the morning light. Leaves sway above reflecting in the water and birds flit from branch to branch.

The soft click of the lock beneath your door handle jolts you. You turn to face the door as it opens and you repress a tide of fury as Hela smiles at you. She’s back in a flowing caftan, patterned with geometrical bands and edged with a crochet scallop. She looks ridiculous.

“Breakfast is served, Lily Flower,” she declares, “won’t you come join us?”

You don’t say a word. You come forward but she doesn’t move from your path. She watches you with a placid smile.

“Lily, do you forget all I’ve taught you already?” She challenges.

“No, Gaia, I am coming,” you assure her flatly. “I remember… I remember it all.”

She looks down at you and her lips curl further. She hums into a laugh, “you are still my favourite. I always knew you were the prettiest of my flowers.”

You try not to show your distaste. She is condescending. You see it now. Those nights you sat at your computer in those nonsense seminars, she was conditioning you, all of you.

She leans in and you fight not to recoil. She tilts your chin up with her long fingers and kisses your lips. You let her and she parts with a sultry breath.

“So sweet,” she whispers and gives a final stroke to your cheek.

She spins, her caftan fluttering and leads you through to the dining room. You take your seat among the several other girls already arranged around the long table. Azalea stares dead ahead, Zinnia’s head hangs low behind her hands, and Violet traces her fingertips over the table as if drawing a picture.

The others are brought in, one by one; Dahlia claims the seat beside you, Marigold emerges with her black hair in tangles, wearing the same outfit as days ago, Daisy enters without expression or reaction, and Rose looks around with an almost cloudy look in her eyes.

Hela floats in and out. She sets a dish of fruit before each of you, along with a cup of greek yogurt, and some yellowish tea with a pungent smell. You all just sit without reaction, glancing at each other in uncertainty.

“Please, dig in, girls, we have a day planned for all of us. We will take yoga on the deck. You recall our first days. And we will have some trust building activities. This is about rejuvenation. As the season comes to an end, we must all welcome new beginnings–”

“What?” Dahlia growls.

Azalea pops her head up, “is it… fall?”

Violet glances out the sliding doors, “the night comes earlier…”

There’s a lull as you all realise it’s been so long since your arrival. So long that you hadn’t noticed the changes all around you. You can smell it in the air, the slow transition is coming, you see it in the sky.

You exhale and peek over at Dahlia. She looks back at you from the corner of her eye as she picks up the bamboo spoon and examines it. A new safeguard. Can’t do much damage with that. She scoops up the yogurt as the other girls languish in their dissonance.

“I can’t believe we’ve come this far,” Dahlia declares.

You grab your spoon and mirror her, the other girls doing the same, going around the table until you’re all choking down the flavourless yogurt in a silent accord. You will play along. The season is not the only change coming.

💐

A day passes, then two. With no hint of the men. It’s strange but ominous. Almost as if knowing the men are around is comforting. Then at least, you know what to expect.

You have another morning yoga session, on your color-coded mats, by the pool. Each of you follow Hela’s direction; making the moves, taking each breath long and low. After, you laze around the pool in a communal daze.

You’re unnerved by the languidity that’s settled over the house. It echoes those early days when this was only a retreat, when it was fun, when it felt like summer camp. When you still wore your own name.

There’s something coming. There has to be. 

Dahlia lays beneath a pair of square sunglasses, as black as her string bikini. Her muscles shine with sweat as the sun kisses her skin. You see the strength corded around her petite frame.

Hela looms not far away, on one of the longers as she has Violet sit near her. They speak in hushed tones. Each of you has your turn, beckoned to ingratiate yourself to the mighty Gaia. You roll over and put your chin in your hand.

Your eyes settle on Zinnia. She sits alone, heading hanging, hugging her knees. You can’t imagine how alone she must feel. The rest of you came here together, you went through each step with a sense of camaraderie, but she was introduced to you all as another set of abusers. Your guilt bubbles over and you stand, leaving Dahlia by herself.

You near Zinnia, almost shyly, and stop before her. She doesn’t look up, she only cowers in your shadow. 

“Can I sit?” You ask.

She doesn’t answer, just shrugs. You lower yourself across from her and cross your legs. You don’t know what to say, you just felt like you had to come over.

“I’m Lily.”

She sniffs and picks her thumbnail. You take a breath and glance over. Hela watches you. You don’t doubt she’ll be curious but what else are you supposed to do? You’re all just sitting around, waiting.

“I know I can’t apologise because what happened happened. I’d hate all of us too. I could point out that we’re just the same but that won’t change how you feel. I’m not trying to absolve myself. I’m just trying to say you’re not alone so… if you ever need anything, I can do my best and I can speak for the rest that they will too.”

She blinks at the ground then slowly raises her head. She meets your eye and you wince. Her cheek ticks and her eyes gleam.

“I remember you,” she murmurs, “in the meetings. We were in the same breakout group.”

Your lips part and you gape at her. She is familiar. Oh, god. She’s just another dupe.

“Corrine,” you remember and she nods, her tears flowing out. “It’s a beautiful name but you can’t use it here.”

She gulps and wipes her cheeks, “I know. He told me—” she turns her head away, “he taught me my name.”

You shake your head and aver your eyes in turn. You don’t know what to do or say. She puts her legs down and leans forward, touching your arm gently, “I’m not mad at any of you. I’m scared.”

“We all are,” you assure her, “and you do need to be mad. At them. The men.”

[neotiny]

Take a Break

Stoner!Haechan! Afab Reader! Dacryphillia! Possesive Nature! Smut!

MDNI 18+

None of my Works are affiliated with Sm Entertainment Nor Nct. This is purely Fiction. Please read at your own risk.

2k words!

"Im so fucking tired." 

You gripped the roots of your hair. 

Honestly between going back home to visit family, a heavy work schedule and running a side business. It was just too much to handle "Im so fucking tired." 

You gripped the roots of your hair. 'Honestly you just needed a break.

*ring ring*

"hello." You answered in an annoyed tone.

"Well good morning to you too princess."

You held a smile to yourself.

"Haechan I'm serious. I'm trying to plan out my activities for the week. I have to wash clothes and I also have to clean the house. Plus its raining and i'm hungry."

You answered him. 

The brown hair boy sighed on the other end.

"It sounds like you need company..food and help so the best boyfriend in the world will be on the way."

"No. Haechan wai-"

 The other end went flat. 

You and Haechan had been together for about a year. He is such a cute possessive jealous sweet heart. He always checks up on you when it comes down to doing anything because in his words,

"We all need a helping hand, I've got two for you sweet cheeks."

But to be fair without him, your life wouldn't be as interesting and cute.

You love Haechan and He loves you.

You were sitting on the floor. Your clothes were separated into four piles.

 Jeans. Tops. Intimates. Jackets.

Another section of the floor was all of your work papers and textbooks.

Another section was legit all the fast food bags, ramen cups and water bottles.

You stood up to stretch for a minute.

putting one arm over the other and then holding for ten seconds and then repeating with the other side.

You then bent over and grabbed your ankles.

That earned a whistle from the other side of the room.

"I see another position we could try."

Haechan said, following his remark with a low chuckle.

"You scared the fuck out of me."

You kind of startled.

"I scare you with my sexiness I know, I know."

He said, He took his wet jacket off and sat everything on the counter.

"Remind me to steal my key off your key ring when you fall asleep."

You said returning to your original standing position, coming toward him giving him a hug. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you more into him and your arms wrapped around his neck.

He gave you a light kiss.

"Even if you stole it, you would end up giving it back to me because you love me so much."

His brown slicked tendrils tickled his forehead as he smiled and made kissy noises.

"Anyways I brought you chick fil a, this new scented fabric softener that smells like fresh linens that you might like, and I bought us this bracelet making set. You need to rest and enjoy your time with me."

You picked up the fabric softener and smelled it. He was right. It had a strong fresh linen smell. Almost like fresh babies in sheets.

You opened the chick fil a bag and took out your food..

Meanwhile Haechan had changed his clothes into something light. He kept some of his clothes at your house, so when times like these, he was already prepared to stay the night. A basic gray tee and black shorts.

He had a blunt he had pre rolled.

"Thankyou for the food baby."

He looked your way and smiled.

You opened the window to your apartment and the rainy ambience, the dark clouds and sky, and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance was such a good feeling. The apartment needed fresh air and it smelled so good. 

Your boyfriend took the lighter you had laying on the living room table and put it to his blunt. You haven't even eaten your food but something about stoner haechan was so sexy.

He grabbed the end and placed it in his mouth while lighting the other end.

The way his eyebrows focused onto it, his slight pucker up against it, his inhale, and the way how his eyes closed after he took that first breath was sexy.

Your mouth dropped.

"I want to try."

You said.

"what?"

His tone was in disbelief.

"I want to try."

You said.

You leaned more into him. He took another hit from his blunt and the pinkish/red color was starting to form into his eyes.

"Ok. Take it really easy. Don't hold it in too long or you'll start coughing. If you need a drink, I have mine right here." He said

You grabbed the blunt from his hands and took a hit. 

Your throat had a small burn but then settled down after you exhaled. You looked at the blunt and it had some of your lip gloss on it.

"Babe, I accidentally left my lipgloss onto it." A pout followed after.

"It's okay." Haechan said in a sing-song tone.

He laid his back on your lap and you ran your fingers through his slicked hair. 

"You know, I wasn't planning on smoking, but it feels good to feel my body go into relaxation mode." You said.

"It surprised me. You never smoke with me.. you normally comfort me if I green out."

He giggled and took another hit. As he exhaled, it went out his nose and downward so it wouldn't be in your face.

"Baby?"

You asked him. This time your fingers separated his blue highlights from his normal colored hair.

"Yesssss?" he replied.

"Thankyou for this."

You said. 

Haechans eyes were fully red and your eyes were not that red but more so pink.

But it felt like he could see through you. He jolted up. This time sitting up while he threw you onto his lap. 

He scooted you closer and grabbed under your chin to ignite a kiss. You don't know what it was. Was it the weed? or was it the tension Haechan had brought on?

The kiss felt more passionate. His lips being softer than ever and his tongue tasting so sweet.

His hands left the small of your back and he brought them towards the front of your stomach. It tickled and you were taken aback, but his warm hands felt so good. 

You took your hands and decided to take it upon yourself to rub his chest and follow down to his abs.

Haechans body was a force to be reckoned with. His body was toned. Not too muscular and not skinny. 

You weren't as high as Haechan so the more you touched him the more sensitive and whiny he was.

You tilted his head to the side and released his lips and started working on his neck. 

Soft kisses and opened mouthed kisses all over his neck. 

His cheeks were tinted pink. 

You then felt something poking at you.

"I see someone is excited."

You squint your eyes and he bit his lip.

"You do shit like this to me and then tease me." Haechan said.

 "Fuck this. I can't wait anymore."

Haechan took his blunt and set it in the mini ashtray. He scooped you up and sprinted up the stairs. 

"Hyuckie. Don't drop me. You're moving fast.”

"I need to fuck you. Im gonna fuck you so hard that you wont stress over any of  thing  anymore*." He gasped. 

You ended up back on top of Haechan. 

The  kiss stopped and he took two fingers and put them in your mouth. 

"Be a good girl and suck for me. Get them nice and wet"

You sucked on his fingers while saliva coated them.

Haechans boxers were already off and to be fair you were down to skip the foreplay and get into action. But because he was so cute when he was high, you gave him the benefit of a doubt.

His fingers were coated as he traced your walls and took the small shorts off. 

He was sucking on your breast and eased back when he felt you were already wet.

"Doll I love this feeling. But can you just slide down? You're killing me."

"I was waiting for you hyuckie."

You replied. 

Haechan laid on his back and grabbed your hips sliding you down. 

You gripped the headboard, arching your back.

Haechan was enjoying the look of you. Curly hair all sweaty, your soft love handles, your cute little pout and your cute reddened cheeks.

You bounced up and down but slowly. 

For some reason it just feels so much better slow. 

His veiny cock coated in your juices. Honestly all you needed was a camera in the room. It would’ve caught the nasty potential porno you both were making.

and snuck up and wrapped around your neck. 

He then put his own kick on it and started moving his hips upward.

He took his free hand and grabbed your hair. Pulling it back. 

Some small whimpers released from your lips. Your eyes were tearing up. There was too much going on. From his new position, you were still sucking on his fingers, him gripping your hair. It felt too good. 

He then started hitting the g-spot.

Here come the little nasty words he had.

"I've been waiting to fill you up."

He whispered. You could tell he was holding back a whimper.

"I've been waiting to destroy this little pussy. I missed this."

You couldn't even moan his name right. It just came out as gasps and whimpers.

"You wanna cum for me? Hmmm? You wanna cum all over me and coat my cock like a good little slut?"

He yanked your hair a little harder and that invoked an orgasm and a bit of pre cum coming from you.

"What if I sped up and then really made you squirt?" He laughed and sat up. 

Pausing his actions he pulled you down to his chest and bear hugged you and started clashing his hips up against yours really fast.

He left a little peck on your chin.

Your back arched and pushed your breasts up against his chest and his cock was driving you crazy. 

"What are you about to do?"

You asked.

He  giggled in response.

Haechan was a fucking menace.

He then took it out and started rubbing his tip on your clit.

You felt yourself starting to squirt on accident.

Meanwhile he came. 

Boy were you a sight. Truth be told, that was the nastiestess you both had in a minute. 

He pulled out and you collapsed onto the bed.

Leaving little kisses on your neck, to under your ear. That felt so good. 

"Is my baby ok?"

Haechan had the nerves to ask you that.

But he was so cute when it wore off.

You shook your head in a yes motion, way too tired to give a proper verbal answer

The blunt high had worn off and now it was just the natural high you both had.

"I'm coming back, hang on."

He left with a wink.

He came back with a warm wash cloth cleaning you up and giving you his shirt a clean pair of panties.

You sat up and got dressed and got up. Aching legs to follow.

You slowly walked down the stairs back to the kitchen to grab the food you hadn’t even finished. It wasn’t cold but it wasn’t hot either… so why not eat it.

Haechan on the other hand re-lit his halfway already smoked blunt.

You popped a french fry into your mouth and put the clothes into the washer. 

“No more sex on my busy days. Its like 10:35pm and I didn’t do what I needed to do. You distracted me.”

You said.

Your lips curled upward and followed with a slight squint.

“It's not my fault. You clearly enjoyed it. You needed to take a fucking break. Complain again and I’ll have you on my face next.”

Haechan blew some more smoke out of his nose and deepened his gaze. His furrowed eyebrows spoke for him.

“Whatever.”

He really was the most annoying but best boyfriend in the world.

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SFW Alphabet : Ponyboy Curtis

Should I have aged Pony up for this? Maybe. Was I over halfway done writing this before I realized that with no desire to rewrite any of it? Absolutely. Did I give a few cheap "idk, man, he's like 14" answers on some of these? Uh, yeah, sorry 'bout that--

Mention of substance abuse/dependency in "ugly."

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Insanely, whenever he can be. Always wants a hug, always wants to hold hands. Incredibly lovey. He's 14, it's probably his first relationship, he is a reader and writer that watches sunsets so you know he romanticizes the hell out of every little thing.

The gang teases Pony a LOT for how affectionate he is with you and then he usually gets all embarrassed about it and gets all weird about pda for a while. Thinks that everyone is just jealous and nobody has ever been this in love and they just don't understand, really he's just easy to make fun of because he's a kid in his first relationship and he's really cringe and awkward about it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Y'all most likely met at school, did a group project together or something and obviously he's such a sweetie that you weren't not going to be his friend.

You guys become quick friends, you're probably his best school friend instantly (because you actually have classes with him unlike anyone in the gang that's still in school), he'll always sit next to you. Constantly defending each other if anyone talks shit, he takes you to the movies and you two watch sunsets together because no one else cares to do that kind of stuff with him, you go to every track meet to support him and if you're in a club/sport you can bet your ass he's always there to support you. SUPER wholesome besties.

You also have to be his street smarts and basic common sense, though, because this boy has none. He'll go to do anything or open his mouth to say something naieve and you'll have to, like, grab his sleeve and say "now, let's actually think about that, buddy" because otherwise he's saying some r/im14andthisisdeep bullshit that will get him beaten to a pulp just for being annoying, or he'll start on some crazy ungrateful rant about how Darry should be a better guardian and you need to knock some fucking sense into him because absolutely not.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Loves to cuddle, but doesn't get to often. Darry is pretty strict about Ponyboy keeping his bedroom door wide open when you're there or (preferably) sticking to the living room or kitchen, so cuddling at home is a no-go. Obviously, cuddling is difficult at school too because, uh, teachers.

Sometimes you two will go out to the lot or skip a class and head out to the bleachers to lay in the grass and cuddle. Usually, it's very simple. Sitting next to each other with someone's head on the other's shoulder and arms around each other. One of you on your back and the other with their head nuzzled into their chest or neck. Kind of minimal touching, as far as cuddling goes.

He's afraid he'll be hormonal if the cuddling is too intense, lol.

Sometimes, when you two are in the lot, Darry *will* catch you guys but let it slide because, again, it's very minimal touching and could almost be platonic.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Good at cleaning. Doesn't really like cleaning, but would rather get it over with than live in a dirty space, so it would get done even if Darry wasn't there to constantly harp on him to do his damn chores. Does need the reminders because he'll honest to god forget about the dishes in the sink or whatever, but does them right when he does remember them.

Fine at cooking. Capable of reading a recipe, doesn't have the skill or experience to add on or better it. Does the basics, wouldn't be against learning more, but just hasn't really had the chance/need to yet.

Wants to settle down eventually. Sees himself having a pretty traditional/basic life. College, married, house, kids, that kind of stuff.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Would do anything to avoid a break-up. Ends up distancing himself and hoping you break up with him over it. Doesn't want to hurt you, ends up hurting you more than if he just sat down and talked to you about splitting up. If you don't take the hint and dump him he'll probably hand you a note in the hallway and leave SO fast so he doesn't have to do it face-to-face.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again, overly romanticizes. Thinks that when he loves somebody it's the truest love to ever be felt by anyone. Is instantly daydreaming about the future. Ponyboy is big on commitment, but he's young so it's all an "eventually" type of thing. Y'all probably have legit promise rings a year in.

Just smart enough (that's a lie, it's because Darry said so) to decide to wait for actual marriage until he actually graduates and has a stable job instead of the second y'all are both 18 like he originally planned.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

SO gentle. Especially physically, treats you so good. Emotionally, he's really gentle but can get really socially unaware and ends up saying something stupid way too often because he just genuinely doesn't see/consider the issue with whatever he said. But the kid TRIES.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs. Will hug you goodbye every single time you go to leave. Will give you a congratulatory hug if you achieve anything. He's physically pretty sensory seeking, he likes holding onto things.

Hugs are usually fairly short and sweet, though. Very warm and nice, but if it goes on for too long then he feels a bit awkward. Like, he doesn't know what to do with his hands after a while and starts to worry that you're uncomfortable, he spends way too much mental energy thinking about the most appropriate hug length.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

On the second date. The first date is so casual and very mutual-crush-besties, but after he just thinks about you and how much he's fallen for you. On the second date, he's basically instantly confessing his love and asking if you want to be in an official relationship.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Average amount of jealousy. No issue with you having friends or anything. Only gets really jealous when someone is getting flirty with you or you start paying an extreme amount of attention to someone.

Gets really moody when jealous, may not even realize he is jealous. A lot of "no, it's fine" and shit. Irritable, usually isolates or vents to someone else.

He apologizes when someone informs him that he's being a jealous jerk, though. Again, he usually doesn't clock the feeling so he has no idea he's doing it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Quick, sweet, a bit shy. A peck on the cheek or a quick brush of the lips. He'd probably get in trouble for it at school with teachers and at home with Darry, or most of the rest of the gang will tease you two RELENTLESSY anytime they catch you two, so kisses are super sneaky and the types that you can pull away from real quick.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Neither loves nor dislikes children, doesn't really know what to do with kids. He's the youngest person he's around most of the time, he would be so confused if you just plopped a kid down in front of him. Would probably be really good with a quiet, "good" kid, he'd love to read to them or babysit one of those kids that just, like, sit in the corner and draw or quietly play with toys for hours. The second a kid starts being super hyper or rambunctious, though, he'd be so overwhelmed and need an adult *RIGHT* now.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Y'all meet up at school and spend as much time together as possible before the bell rings. Studying for first period, chatting about upcoming plans or the day before, etc.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

A hug and a kiss goodbye at your door, lol. You think you're spending the night? You think he's allowed to spend the night at your place? C'mon, now.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Pretty open when it's relevant. Like, if asked a direct question he isn't going to lie and he doesn't really have an issue talking about himself. As soon as he sees you as a safe person that won't make fun of him for it, he's deep-diving into how he feels about almost everything to get your perspective. A lot of the gang either doesn't care to listen or will make fun of him for being a little bitch, so Ponyboy will absolutely latch on to someone willing to listen to his random emotional and philosophical bullshit.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Gets moody or frustrated easily, stresses easily and may need a break from whatever is getting to him. But actually angry? Slightly below average. There are things that will absolutely push those buttons quick enough, but he isn't actually angry so much as overwhelmed a fair amount of the time.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembers a surprising amount of little things. Your favorite and least favorite colors? Foods? Books? Movies? Etc? Absolutely remembers all of them. Might forget bigger things, like your birthday or something. And it isn't like he even forgets!! He just has that weird "is time real?" anxiety that some people have. Like "I know their birthday is on [date], and it's [date] today, but is it *REALLY* [date]??? What if I say happy birthday and they're confused and tell me it isn't their birthday? Maybe I should wait for someone else to tell them happy birthday first, just to be safe..."

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your second date. Eating at the diner where he told you he loved you and asked you to be his officially, watching the sunset, catching a late movie, and then walking you home and giving you a hug and kiss goodbye at the door.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Around average on the protective scale? Wants to know you're safe, obviously. If anyone is bothering you, he's by your side. If anyone is actively bullying you, Ponyboy will try to get the whole gang to defend you (and if anything serious is going on, they probably will). Will listen to you vent and rant, and (maybe reluctantly) accepts that you can take care of yourself. Will follow your lead mostly, stays close and will happily defend you if you look to him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Tries so hard. Writes love letters, makes sure there's plenty to do on dates (it's never *just* a movie, it's dinner and a movie and talking for hours after), buys you a little gift or treat whenever he has spending money, helps you with school work whenever you need it, walks you home even if it's way out of the way for him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Extremely addictive personality. He is canonly the heaviest smoker of the group despite also being the youngest, also considers himself addicted to pepsi and--while that could absolutely just be an exaggeration in saying it's his favorite drink--I wouldn't be surprised if he was fairly addicted to the caffeine. He also misuses prescriptions. Having problems with addiction early in life can lead to more issues with addiction later down the line, whether through stronger substance dependency/abuse or just addictive behaviors such as gambling or similar.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

About as much as a young teen is expected to be. Has a good plenty look-based insecurities, definitely wants to look tuff or whatever. Doesn't make it his whole thing. Also probably grows out of it fairly completely unlike some people.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

110% yes. This is true love to him. Yall are soul mates.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Don't know if this is obvious in how I write him, but I headcanon him as autistic (because I'm autistic and I say so, idk). Not diagnosed, because it's the 60s.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Not seeing (or at least trying to see) his point of view. He can be rather emotionally driven sometimes, and it does help when he has someone to give an objective or logical perspective when he's like that, but if you don't start with "yeah, I understand where your coming from, but also consider..." then he'll feel like you're just telling him he's wrong and his feelings don't matter. A lack of sympathy/empathy (idk which, I lack both, oops) is a good way to make him uncomfortable with you as a whole.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps holding onto something for dear life. A pillow, balling up the blankets next to him, partner, whatever.

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The Son: Chapter 7

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: Ahhhhh a lil training arc you guys! I hope you’re liking the pace of this story and just the story in general! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,146

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

You were woken up by your alarm in the morning. As you turned to silence it, you pulled the blankets over and placed your feet on the floor, sitting on your bed. 

You sighed, “Alright, Y/N, There’s no time to waste. You have to get in control of your emotions, and do whatever you can to assimilate and learn to prepare for the nexus event.”

There was simply too much going on. While the universe might have kept turning in time, you didn’t. Your sister’s and father’s deaths were less than a week ago in your mind. In less than three days, you found kyber crystals, built a ship, built your lightsabers, learned to pilot and assemble droids, and now you were training to be a Jedi. Not to mention, that... annoyingly charming Poe Dameron you now had to deal with. I don’t have the time nor the emotion to entertain anything with anyone. I’ve never been attracted to someone, and I never will. I know from Leia the Jedi weren’t allowed any kinds of romantic relationships as they feared it could be a cause of turning to the dark side. I have to heed that message, I will never allow that evil to consume me once more. Not to mention, I don’t think I’m his type, I’ve seen the looks from the women soldiers we’ve walked past towards him.

“How can the Jedi before me possibly condone me rushing the process this much... let alone my mental state... I’m not so sure they want me to be a Jedi after all,” you spoke aloud into the empty room. 

You looked around as if they were hiding before rolling your eyes and sighing once more, getting up and heading to the shower. After you had cleaned yourself, you prepared for the day and got dressed, leaving your room to head towards command. As you walked in, the room was busy as usual but you had caught Leia in the back speaking with a few others. You walked up to them and made yourself known.

“Y/N, I was hoping to see you, it’s time to begin your training. I trust you have gotten to know the base and our people a bit better?” Leia turned to you as she noticed.

You smiled, “I have, there are truly good people here.”

She smiled in return, “I’m glad to hear it.” She waved the two workers off and guided you forward with a hand on the small of your back, “Your sabers are complete, which means it’s time to learn how to use them.” 

You allowed her to guide you, “I understand. After I built them, I knew I had to learn as well.”

The two of you walked on for a while until you reached a small clearing in the forest, “We’ll begin our practice here. We’ll start with the first form. Good thing is, it can be adapted to the use of multiple sabers. Though for now, light only one,” Leia instructed, already beginning to teach you.

“Alright, first form,” you muttered out loud to remind yourself as you unclipped your white saber, as it was on your dominant hand, and ignited the front half of the blade.

“The first form is called Shii-Cho, it’s the most basic, and was designed with simplicity and adaptability in mind,” Leia informed. “It focuses on wide sweeping strikes, fluid and relaxed movements, and circular motions with an emphasis on blocking or redirecting. Have your feet shoulder width apart, with your blade held in a neutral position with both of your hands.”

You listened intently and tried to learn as much as possible and apply yourself. You placed your feet shoulder width apart and held your lightsaber with both of your hands right in front of you.

“Good, now, you want to bend your knees slightly and keep a balanced state of gravity. Every time you move, it will be either to take a step forward, or backward. Whenever you do so, your opposite leg from the side of your body that you are using to mainly execute your move, will be the first one to move forwards or backwards to brace your attacking or defending side and follow through with your movement. Got it?”

You nearly tripped over your own thoughts but actually understood exactly what she had said. She was alluding to your movements with your saber being tied to your body, as it moves, so does your body to support it. She also talked about shifting your weight in tandem with your strikes for more power. 

“I think so.” “Alright, now, make a diagonal slice from your left shoulder to your right hip as if you were attacking.”

You brought your right knee forward and took a step, twisting the upper half of your body slightly and raising your saber up to your left shoulder and angling it as you did so. As you did this, you could feel the synergy between your sabers and your body, and your connection with the force felt effortless as your sabers were ignited, as if all you had to do was hold them to channel the force. Because of this, you could feel the wisdom in the movements through the force, feel how it was ever so slightly guiding your body in the right direction. It was just slightly shaky as you didn’t feel completely confident, but you slashed diagonally, your left foot coming up to plant next to your right to support a perfect finish. As you finished your slash, the whoosh of the air was visible in front of your saber as you completed a powerful strike.

“Very impressive, Y/N, you grasped my intentions and executed the slash beautifully, just need to solidify with more practice,” Leia commented.

You smiled at your accomplishment, “That felt... amazing. My sabers felt like they were a part of my body and it was like stretching for the first time.”

“Let’s take advantage of this, next movement.”

She walked you through the movements of the first form and you managed to grasp it rather quickly. You were sometimes unsure of what you had done which led you to try a few of them once or twice more. 

It was slowly beginning to get dark but you still had plenty of daylight when Leia spoke once more, “You’re making incredible progress, how about we introduce more than one saber to the form? Do you think you could apply it the same way?”

You were panting as you had been at it for hours but still had a smile on your face, “I’d be more than happy to.”

You ignited the other half of the blade and shifted your grip, holding it with an inside grip with your left hand and an outside grip with your right hand. You maintained the form completely, though, instead, you hunched just slightly lower and brough the saber at level with your neck, holding it horizontally in a ready position. You raised your blade similarly to how you sliced diagonally at the beginning of training and made the same slash, this time with the other half ignited. Though, this time, you let go with your right hand at the end of the slash and twisted your saber to have the bottom half come back up for another strike and grabbed the saber again with your right hand to flick your hand backwards and throw a third slice before readjusting your grip into the same position it was in before. 

“You incorporated spinning without me having to say anything, I’m truly impressed, Y/N,” Leia commented as you deactivated your saber. 

You walked up to her, “Yeah, I thought since the form had an emphasis on circular motion and adaptability, if a dual-blade is introduced it makes sense to use spinning moves to curb multiple attacks.”

She nodded with a smile, “Exactly right.” She looked into the darkening sky, “I think that today is probably a good time to call it. I’m gonna head back, but I want you to sit and meditate for a while, I want you to remember how you felt with the force as you practiced, it’ll help your body memorize it. Tomorrow, we do it again.”

You nodded, “Of course, thank you for training, Leia.”

As she left, you returned to where you were standing in practice and sat down comfortably. Closing your eyes, you connected with the force and thought back to what you felt as you were practicing your forms. You felt light, but also the dark. It’s not that I’m afraid of the dark side anymore... I’m afraid of what it might do to me once more. But I can’t fully wield my lightsabers or the force without it, it’s... a part of me. My journey will simply have to be harder than any Jedi before, actively using the dark side without letting it influence me.

“Who said you were the only Jedi who used the dark side?” a voice within your mind resounded.

“Who are you?” you tried to communicate with the voice within your head. The voice responded, “You don’t know me, but I’m Mace Windu, Jedi Master.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “You said you used the dark side?”

“I used my anger, my frustration, and I channeled it in a way that I had complete control. I developed a variant of the seventh lightsaber form, Juyo, called Vaapad, that channeled the dark side to increase attack power while still being in control. Though it doesn’t channel pure dark, it employs emotions that are representative of the dark in a righteous and controlled purpose,” he said rather proudly.

“So it’s not impossible to use both? If you were at the precipice, then perhaps I could push it even further,” you whispered aloud.

“While the light and the dark are in opposition, it doesn’t mean that we can’t feel both, employ both to our own uses. Though there is a reason not many Jedi learned the form,” he remarked.

You hummed, “I assume it depends on the individual on whether or not they allow themselves to be overtaken by their emotions.”

He grunted in approval, “While it’s normally random on whether a Jedi is tested by the dark side or not, you have the unfortunate circumstance of actually being imbued with the dark. You’re going to have to reach full control over yourself, or risk losing everything,” his voice faded out and you ended up completely losing the connection with him.

You pondered his words for a few moments longer before getting back up and deciding to go get some food before turning in for the night. You managed a small conversation with a few soldiers in the cantina as you ate and got along nicely with them before retiring to your quarters. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t want to go see Poe at least and ask him about his day but after the conversation you had with Mace, you realized that you couldn’t introduce any foreign elements yet when you hadn’t even figured out everything you were dealing with anyways. For now, you had to focus on allowing yourself to channel the dark side without letting it consume you, and practice your forms. Anything else would have to wait.

The day after was spent much like the one you just had, waking up to get some food and meeting up with Leia at the spot you trained previously. 

“Today, we’re going to be doing forms two and three,” Leia announced.

“Makashi, Soresu, right?” you questioned, not even knowing those were the names until they left your mouth.

She looked a bit shocked, “Yes, actually. How did you know?”

You shrugged, “I had a conversation with a previous force user, Mace Windu. He advised me on a few things and I must have gained some knowledge about the forms that way?”

She hummed, “Your connection is extremely strong, to be able to speak with the dead through the force. Luke once told me how his master, Obi-Wan, had come to him in physical form through the force and spoke to him when he was training with Master Yoda.”

You didn’t recognize the name ‘Yoda’ but for some reason it felt familiar to you, as if you had once spoken to them even... 

“I haven’t seen any physical manifestations but I have spoken to a force user before, someone wise, that helped me get my crystals,” you responded, thinking back to Utapau.

She thought to herself for a moment, “It’s entirely possible that you have a much different kind of connection with the force than the rest of us do. You’re human right?” The question seemed so absurd but strangely completely relevant, “I- I think so. For as long as I can remember, my family and I lived on Mortis, a realm where the force originates from.”

“The origin of the force?” she questioned, intrigued.

You made a face, “Not exactly. The force originates in a plane outside of our existence, in a place you know as the cosmic force. Think of it like... if we did not have the means to travel into the galaxy, and never knew it was out there, so vast, the galaxy would be the same as the cosmic force.”

She hummed as she put the pieces together in her mind, “You mean it’s a place that we cannot reach because we do not currently have the tools to understand it?”

You smiled, “Along those lines. Mortis is essentially the one place that is a pocket dimension of the cosmic force. There is a well there called ‘The Font of Power’ where I drank from to increase my power with the dark side. My sister would increase her power of the light from bathing in the 'Pool of Knowledge.' It is where we received our immortality. I remember nothing of my life before my immortality but based on my physical appearance, I would say I am human.”

“Most likely, through drinking the water from the well, you must have developed some kind of internal pure connection with the force, which is why your power comes so easily to you.”

You thought to yourself for a moment as well, “You might be right. It’s arguable that my family and I were physical manifestations of the force. However, once my father lost his power, I lost my immortality. I don’t quite understand it myself but I have gained my fathers power, yet lost the immortality it provided.”

“And do you regret that?”

You were taken aback, “W-what do you mean?”

“Do you regret that you’ve lost your immortality? That your father and sister passed away?”

“Leia,” you said incredulously, “what are you-”

“I asked you a question, it’s up to you whether or not you allow my words to give you a reaction,” she calmly responded.

The anger that was swelling within you paused, this is a part of my training, she needs to know if I can handle my past, especially if I’m becoming a Jedi.

You sighed and closed your eyes, willing yourself to calm down, “Of course I regret it. Not my immortality, I couldn’t care less about that, I regret what I did to my family.” Your voice broke as you spoke your final words, “What I did.”

She shook her head with a soft expression, “What you did, or what the dark side made you do?”

You thrusted your arms out, “I don’t know! Yes? No! All I know is that it was my hands that was stained with my sister's blood, my clothes that were stained with my fathers blood because he wanted to stop me. Me.”

She was unbroken, “And what did your father and sister believe? Did they think they had to stop you or the dark side?”

You were once again struck silent from her words. Isn’t that the same thing? You were taken back to your final moments with your father within your mind as the scene played out again.

“I don’t know how it took me so long to see, but I realize that your actions are not your own. You are governed by the dark and I will not allow my son to be a slave to evil.”

Suddenly, you thought of your sister and your kyber crystals. 

“I do not blame you for my death, my brother. I simply hope you may live the life I had lost in my place.”

“All they ever wanted was for me to be happy, because they... loved me,” you whispered out loud as you came to your realization.

“Everything they ever did was out of love, how can that possibly mean that they gave up on you? Do you think for a second, that if your actions were truly your own, they would have done what they did? They saw the light in you, your potential, ripped away by the dark side,” Leia came and placed a warm hand on your shoulder as she consoled you. “I know, that the dark is a part of you, and it has done unspeakable things to you, but you have to accept the fact that the darkness is a part of you. Yet, it is not who you are.”

You sniffled and smiled, “Thank you, Leia, that was exactly what I needed to hear.”

“Of course, do you think you’re ready for your training now?”

“I couldn’t possibly be more ready,” you smiled confidently, her words raising your confidence in yourself and your abilities. 

You began your training session much like the day before, Leia explaining the forms and you attempting to get the technique down. The day passed on and you felt like you were even more productive than the day before, as if the realization you had made had quelled your inner conflict and allowed you to channel yourself cleaner. You struggled. As you let the dark side in, you could feel the rage and anger inside of you, but you accepted it. It was so freeing, like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. While it did mess you up a bit in your forms, you felt more whole and the aura you radiated became even clearer. You ended the day with another meditation session, no surprise visitors this time as you allowed your mind to let in the darkness. You would flinch and grunt as the cruelty and ferocity of the dark invaded your senses but attempted to stay balanced regardless. It was a struggle, and in the end, visions of you murdering your sister appeared in your mind and you snapped your eyes open and rushed to your feet with a gasp. 

“Maybe not everything in one day,” you breathlessly affirmed to yourself before leaving and heading toward the cantina.

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!    *    ,    (steven yeun,  thirty - five,  cis - male,  he/him) !    *    ,      hey,  did  you  see  JUDE LEE unloading  their  boxes  from  the  moving  truck?  i  heard  they  are  35  years  old  and  work  as  a  BARTENDER   at   MOLOTOV PUB.  they  totally  remind  me  of  SUNFLOWER by  POST MALONE & SWAE LEE,  WORN OUT CANVAS SHOES  and  SAVING EVERYONE BUT YOURSELF.  they’ll  probably  hang  out  at  MOLOTOV PUB  the  most  if  you  were  looking  for  them.

basics:

full name: Jude Lee

nicknames: N/A

gender: Cis-male

pronouns: He/Him

sexuality: Heterosexual

aesthetics: The earthly smell after it rains, waking up late, enjoying the silence, morning radio, coffee to wake you up, the feeling of rot: slowly destroying you from the inside, the smell of alcohol on your breath, the low hum of a motorcycle, sweet bourbon runs through your veins, missing for something that's no longer there, the contrasting feeling of anxiety and tranquility

age: Thirty-five

date of birth: October 1, 1989

zodiac sign: Libra

residence: Currently resides in Dauntridge, Oregon in a townhouse a street over from Wilma Lane with his four-year old son, Ewan

occupation: Bartender at Molotov Pub

appearance:

faceclaim: Steven Yeun

voice claim: Steven Yeun

height: 5'9"

eyes: Brown

hair: Black

piercings: None

tattoos: None

style: Clean, subtle

personality:

traits: Considerate, Fair, Friendly, Independent, Kindhearted, Responsible, Trustful, Anxious, Finicky, Indecisive, Overcritical of oneself, Worrisome

mental health: Mild, he has had panic attacks in the past and is diagnosed with bipolar 1 which is managed with medication and therapy

physical health: Well, he has no issues with his physical health but kidney disease does run in the family

likes: Long walks, laughing at the bar, good conversations, the feeling of fuzzy blankets, smelling the top of a baby's head, helping others, sharing a drink with a few friends, playing darts, performing music in front of a small group of people, riding a motorcycle, sleeping in

dislikes: Wet socks, thunder storms, a baby crying, hypocrites, cheaters, people who try and preach about a certain way of life, waking up early, losing progress on a video game, gas prices, the taste of coconut flavoring, wearing skinny jeans

fears: Clowns

phobias: None

hobbies: Playing guitar, cooking, gaming, improv, playing in a band, grilling

pet peeves: People who read the paper, eat, talk on the phone, texting, and/or put on makeup while driving, people who throw cigarette butts onto the ground, sometimes they don't even put it out, junk mail, when you can't move onto the next quest or the next part of the game because you require 'friends' help to send you stuff such as those Facebook app games

family:

mother: Eun-Kyung Kim

father: Chan-woo Lee

siblings: N/A

birth order: Only child

spouse / lover: Jun Park (Ex-girlfriend)

children:  Ewan Lee (Son, 4)

pets: N/A, Hoping to adopt

faves:

ice cream flavor: Lactose intolerant but enjoys neapolitan

time of the day / night: Nighttime, 12am-ish

weather: Sunny

breakfast food: He's a bacon kind of guy and hashbrowns

dinner food: answer

colors: Dark green, blues and blacks

music: Anything under the sun but especially rock

other random stuff:

a cherished item: Does his motorcycle count? His guitar?

first love: Jun Park, his ex-girlfriend and mother of his son

usual mood: Anxious

1 thing they want to do / experience before they die: Totally random but he'd love to learn how to sail

defining moments: The birth of his son, Ewan

· His parents are native to South Korea. As soon as they were married, they moved to America to give their first and only son a better life. It was a typical life, too. He was happy and content. His was smart, loved to explore different things and often delved into music. That wasn't ideal for his parents, but they allowed him to take guitar lessons regardless if they wanted him to learn the skill or not. In high school he met his first love, Jun Park, another Korean in the small town of Astoria, Oregon. They grew close relatively quickly and she got the approval by his parents quickly, too.

· The two of them managed to go to college together, graduate and simply live a good life. They were happy, but they did not get married. A part of Jude wasn't sure if the married life was in the near future for them, though he had the desire to marry. As they started to grow together, he was becoming more and more okay with the idea of marrying Jun. Their life did change drastically when she became pregnant and had their son, Ewan. Jude fell completely in love. He was a good father, happy to do anything they his son and girlfriend needed. Yet, he still did not ask her to marry him. He wondered if that's why she did what she did - Jun cheated on him. It completely devastated him.

· It was a messy break-up. Their son caught in the middle of it all. Luckily, it was a dual-custody agreement between Jun and Jude but there's been an agreement where Ewan spends more time with his father as it has started to become a drag for Jun to take care of her son. At least, that's what it seemed like. The visits became less and less and contacting Jun became harder. The situation was rough for Jude, but he prevailed nonetheless. He decided a move was more than needed.

· Dauntridge, Oregon became a haven that Jude and Ewan didn't know they needed. He found a place within the small, quaint town. He bought a townhouse. He got a job at the local pub which tips help him get by. Jude even joined a local band and they often play at the pub or other small venues in town of presence and being a single dad but he genuinely gets by the best he can with what he currently has.

[kariachi]

I can’t remember if I posted it but ages ago I wrote a ficlet about a wher from that first clutch Impressing. Finally wrote the scene that inspired the au.

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It was reaching a point where she couldn’t remember sleep. The pack had been too riled up, everyone feeding off each other’s surety that they should stay awake and that something was going to happen, for her to do more than lay down and shut her eyes in the hours before the evacuation had been sounded, and since then-

Since then she had been running off adrenaline, klah, and she and the pack’s driving need to make sure everyone was alright and would remain so. Brown Lask and bronze Dinsk had been sent out to help evacuate children, the elderly, the infirm, while she and gold Landisk and Mosk had set to work helping remove goods. None of the machinery, nobody was willing to trust the pack with them, but food and other such basic goods needed moving and Monett had enough administrative experience to be trusted with managing the records for them. Even when all the people were evacuated and a fair chunk of Landing was buried, there were still animals to corral and stores that were still safe enough to access.

Overall, between all that, and helping with administrative work, and everyone and their mother having a demand for the pack to earn their keep that only Monett really had the ability to refuse, it had been nearly forty hours since she’d last gotten any sort’ve sleep.

So when she, on her way back to the little cavern they were using from a long conversation about how none of them were doing any more work until nightfall and anyone to wake them before then was being eaten, had heard the dragonriders griping about being asked to haul vital machinery? Standing there looking fresh as daisies and perfectly well fed, while they were exhausted and had gotten a goat for the pack to share- Mosk blearily pushed the knowledge the dragons had raided the Galliani’s flock into her mind, only feeding her ire further- and whining?

She felt she could be excused for walking up and socking Sean Connell right in his fucking face.

“You poor fucking dears,” she mocked, too tired and aggravated to cover up the bone deep exhaustion that echoed in her voice. “How dare we expect you to pull your weight during this natural disaster. What right do we, who are working ourselves to death, have to ask that you maybe take on a bit of the load.”

“Monett…” Sorka stepped between her and her bleeding husband, ever the peacemaker, but Monett ignored her in favor of turning on the rest of the riders. They all took another step back.

“Marco,” she growled, “you and Duluth may want to go and come clean to your family about those sheep now, otherwise I’ll tell them purely to spite the lot of you.” Eyes went wide and then unfocused as the riders realized they’d been caught out and poked at their dragons for answers. The same frowns and eyeing that always came with a reminder of the pack and their still being dragons thank you kindly soon followed. Marco turned and started walking towards his dragon.

When she turned back to Sean and Sorka, he stood tall and proud, his nose clearly broken. That alone was enough to make the aching in her hand worth it. The scowl on his face rolled off her like water off a duck. They’d never gotten on anyway, both too proud and stubborn for the other’s taste, though Monett was happy to say that as least she didn’t have her head far enough up her ass to rechew her food.

“The victim complex was acceptable when we were kids, Sean Connell,” she said with a sneer that despite his obvious efforts discomfited him, when she’d only ever publicly been smiles and calm, “because you and your people were going through a lot. But once you started being one of the most trusted and highly respected people on the planet? It’s gotten old fast. Just because you’re fucking life of no work has to go on pause for a week does not make you the fucking victims here. We’ve been up damn near forty hours, spent that whole time working, we’ve gotten two thank yous so far, one was from Wind Blossom and the other from Mrs Vanrom, who was having an episode and thought Dinsk was Firth.” Shih had the decency to look sheepish and his eyes unfocused. After a few heartbeats he slumped in relief, and some of Monett’s ire waned with a report that Firth had apologized to Dinsk and been forgiven.

“Meanwhile,” she continued anyway, because one pair being decent did not undo things, “you lot are out here getting a good night’s sleep, stealing livestock, still loved by everybody, and whining at the idea of having to help people. Why the fuck were you lot brought in front of the eggs if you don’t even want to help?!” The riders all flinched, though Sean tried to hide it. Good, they deserved a good shaming.

“Our job isn’t freight,” he said.

“Neither is ours,” Monett countered, “but we care about the people in this colony and so we do what we need to to help. What the fuck good are you if you see people in need in front of you and scoff and bitch at the idea of giving them that aid? What makes you better than the fuckers we were brought to Pern to get away from? What happens if somebody’s baby gets sick, or someone is injured and needs to be brought to care? Will you bitch and moan about them too? It’s not your job after all, it’s just basic decency.” Sorka was visibly pained, moreso than the others, and Sean’s jaw sat tight. Monett stepped back, head held high, and regarded the lot coldly.

“I can only hope none of your families ever need those supplies.” And with that she turned on her heel and headed off again, anger still roiling in her gut. Mosk pressed comfort into her mind, and assurance that they could pick up the slack that night. She sent back indignance at the idea of having to. Leaving all else out, the pack were younger, less appreciated, less trusted. It wasn’t fair that they should be doing all the work while that lot got all the praise. Still, the comfort came.

By the time she reached the cavern, Mosk had come to the mouth to greet her, eyes shut against the sun. Wrapping her arms around that shining, blocky head, she pressed a kiss to one headknob and let her bonded take her weight. Despite hardly hitting one-twenty and all of Mosk’s assurances, she felt like she weighed a ton.

“Let’s get some sleep, darling. Hopefully things won’t be so awful in the evening.”

[animeomegas]

Omega!Shouto Pregnancy Emotions

Anon: This is a request take it if you like haha-Okay how is Todoroki (Shoto) while being prego? Does he get super sexual? Insecure? Happy? Moody? Scared? What does he feel and how do you react to those feelings?

(Hmm, okay, here are some of the primary emotions for Shouto during pregnancy. I hope you enjoy~)

Warnings: None

Some of the main emotions that impact Shouto Todoroki during his pregnancy:

Pained:

Because of Endeavour’s less than stellar parenting style and discriminatory beliefs towards omegas, Shouto’s reproductive system isn’t especially healthy. For that reason, some parts of pregnancy are more painful for Shouto than they would be for most other omegas.

One of the impacts is that the doctors recommend a c-section delivery. Male omegas have a higher risk of needing a c-section than female omegas in general, but Shouto’s hips and pelvis are not very flexible, so he’s at an even higher risk. His hips are not used to shifting, something that he should have experienced gradually starting from teenagerhood but did not because of the super strong suppressants he was on.

So, while he’s pregnant, the following things cause him a lot of pain:

Stomach aches – his stomach is flush against his uterus which is not behaving normally and giving him some problems. It upsets his stomach and it’s something that lasts for his entire pregnancy.

Lower back aches – his hips do try to widen in anticipation of delivering a baby, but it doesn’t work very well for him and is quite painful.

His chest – the doctors are originally unsure as to whether Shouto is going to be able to breast feed. They give him some extra hormones to stimulate milk production in the hopes that it will help. It does help actually, and Shouto is able to breast feed, but the hormones make his chest very swollen for most of his pregnancy. This is common in late pregnancy of course, but for Shouto it’s a little earlier than that and a little more jarring.

You felt helpless as you watched your mate curl up on the couch in pain, knowing there wasn’t anything you could do to fix it. He’d been having stomach and back pains all day and had to come home from work because they had been so bad. You’d also come home from work to pick him up and take care of him. You sighed to yourself as you looked down at him. He was only three months along, but it was looking like he might have to stop working sooner rather than later. Shouto would be miserable if he was forced to make that decision, but there was nothing either of you could do about it.

Shouto’s huff of frustration pulled you out of your thoughts. He was fidgeting with the heating pad that was wrapped around the right side of his tummy. He had been having some trouble balancing his temperature since he got pregnant and he couldn’t warm his stomach by himself. Losing quirk control wasn’t uncommon during pregnancy but having to use a heating pad did make Shouto embarrassed at first.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, kneeling down onto the floor beside him.

“Fine,” came Shouto’s muffled voice from where he had his face buried in a cushion.

“You don’t look fine,” you teased gently, linking you fingers with that hand that Shouto was using to fiddle with the heating pad. “Is something wrong with the heating pad?”

“No,” he huffed. “It’s just too small.”

Without missing a moment, you replied with, 

“That’s what she said.”

“Who said what?” Shouto questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

You snorted at the joke going over his head. He was never good at understanding innuendo humour. 

“It doesn’t matter, my love. But the heating pad is too small? Is your back hurting too?”

Shouto nodded, nuzzling into the cushion and messing up his hair as he did it. You smoothed his hair back down with a hand.

“I know it only needs to go on my right side, but I still can’t get it to sit right.”

You hummed in understanding.

“You want me to go and get a second one from the shop? Or a hot water bottle or something? Unfortunately, I’m not sure we have anything else in the house.”

Shouto hesitated, seeming unsure.

“I really don’t mind going, this is my fault after all,” you joked, placing a hand on his small bump.

“You’re warm,” Shouto muttered.

“I’m warm?”

Shouto blushed and didn’t respond. A teasing grin settled onto your face.

“Do you want me to lay behind you?”

Shouto nodded vigorously but didn’t make eye contact.

You agreed, quickly gathering some water and snacks to put within arm’s reach, before you awkwardly climbed behind Shouto and pulled him flush against your chest to spoon him. You started to rub his stomach to settle him.

Shouto relaxed under your attention and closed his eyes.

“Try to get some sleep, Shouto.”

 Embarrassed:

Shouto doesn’t really suffer from insecurity, but he does get quite embarrassed sometimes at the new way his body is now working.

One very embarrassing thing that I’ve already mentioned is that his control over his powers weakens for the duration for his pregnancy.

During late pregnancy, hiccups involve accidentally setting objects in the house on fire. Shouto can put them out very quickly, but he still finds the fact that his iron clad control has degraded to be very embarrassing.

Another embarrassing thing for Shouto is the limitations on his independence.

Eventually, Shouto can’t put his own shoes on, or clean himself properly and he has to rely on his Alpha for all of it.

(Well, at first, his chosen strategy is just to keep trying by himself until he basically gives his alpha an aneurysm when he almost hurts himself by accident.)

Shouto gets moody and embarrassed when he has to ask for help for small things.

But by far the thing that embarrasses him the most, is his weak pregnancy bladder.

Sneezing becomes a dangerous game for him between the bladder and the spontaneous fire or ice usage.

At one point, Shouto refuses to have sex with his alpha for a couple of weeks because he’s too nervous that he’ll…er… well, lose control.

To deal with all the embarrassment, Shouto’s alpha needs to just downplay any incidents as much as possible, even going so far as to pretend not to notice certain things. This would go a long way in reducing Shouto’s anxiety and embarrassment. Also, indulging him when he says he wants to stay at home because he’s embarrassed will help him a lot.

To summarise, pregnancy weakens the control he has over himself in many ways, and Shouto becomes very embarrassed when he’s reminded of that.

Unfortunately for Shouto, pregnancy being horribly embarrassing is a fact of life.

Clingy:

It is very common for pregnant omegas to feel a lot more possessive and clingier with their alphas.

Hormones are all over the place, and omegas are technically at their most vulnerable (barring heats) so it is a very normal instinct to want to be around the person who their instincts consider as the safest and most able to protect them and their unborn pup.

Shouto is no exception. He pouts when you have to leave the house. He is not impressed at all if you come home with the scent of another omega clinging to your clothes, even if he knows the scent. He calls you about fifteen times on the days when you’re at work, mainly to ask when you’ll be back (even though he already knows), tell you innocuous things about his day, or ask you to pick something up from the shops on your way home.

Shouto is big on cuddling as well, and whenever you’re both in the house, he demands cuddles all the time. He’s a very minimalist nester and so he normally just throws on one of your hoodies and drags a pillow and a blanket onto the couch, before dragging you to lay with him.

(Shouto goes through so many films whilst he’s pregnant because he rarely gets off of the sofa and he likes to have a film playing while he lounges.)

Basically, everything feels better when his alpha is with him. All his alpha needs to do is make sure they’re with him as much as possible, especially in his third trimester, when he’s the most anxious and clingy. (Avoiding getting too close to other omegas is also probably a good idea. Pregnant omegas, including Shouto, can get very worked up about that.)

Your lunch break had just started, and like every other day for the past month, the second your lunch break started, your phone would ring. You picked up your phone in anticipation. Any second now…

Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

You smiled automatically as Shouto’s name popped up. You quickly swiped to answer and held it up to your ear.

“Hey, Sho, how’s your day going?”

“Good,” he answered, and you could distantly hear the shuffling of blankets as he rearranged himself on the sofa. “I finished the film Midoriya recommended today.”

“Oh, and how was it?”

“It was good but, I also finished the crisps you bought for me yesterday while I was watching it. Could you bring some more home tonight?”

“Uh huh, of course, baby,” you said, picking up a pen to jot ‘crisps for Sho’ at the top of your to-do list.

There was silence for a few moments as you listened to Shouto continue to shuffle around.

“When are you going to be back?”

“You know when,” you laughed gently. “Asking me isn’t going to make time go faster.”

Shouto whined into the phone, and you immediately sat up straighter. That wasn’t his normal reaction.

“Shouto? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I…” you could hear a small sniffle through the phone.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong, sweetheart? Do you want me to come home?”

“I… I’m sorry, you don’t have to come home, it’s okay.”

“Shouto, you’re freaking me out, tell me what’s going on?” you tried to keep your voice steady to soothe him, despite your own worries bubbling at the surface. 

“No, it’s just that,” a small sob escaped him. “Your hoodie doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

You blinked for a moment before sagging in your chair in relief. It was pregnancy hormone induced crying, not emergency crying.

“It’s okay, Sho,” you cooed. “I’ll be home soon, and I’ll scent it as much as you want, I promise.”

“Hmm, okay…” he sniffed. “But come home quick, please.”

“I will, if we hang up now, I can work through my lunch break and head home early, sound good? Maybe you should watch another film and the time will go more quickly?”

“Okay… Goodbye…”

“Goodbye sweetheart, I love you and I’ll see you soon.”

[i-like-sparkly-things]

Right in front of you

A Halstead!sister

Jay held a strong grip on your upper arm as he led you out to the school hall. "What the hell was that Y/N? Are you happy now? God.... I can't believe you cheated!" he sneered, "EYES UP HERE Y/N!! "

"I'm sorry" you sighed, locking eyes with Jay, silently praying that he would let this go. It was only one time anyway. It wasn't a big deal.

But he let out a hollow laugh, "Thirty percent, Y/N, THIRTY PERCENT. You're going to have to do better than a half-ass apology. What exactly are you sorry for? Huh? For cheating? Or being caught?"

Requested : Yes by @study-coffee-chicago : They found out she cheated on a test in high school...and Jay's the one who has to pick her up.

Warnings : angry!Jay (lots of it), alcohol, swearing, anxiety attacks

Note : I am so so so sorry this so longg 😭 I ended up so far away from the actual request kayela please don't block mee 😭 butt I've learned alot in writing abt active and passive voices and using more imagery Yayy!! I'm so glad that yall are ok with my grammar thank uu🥺

MASTERLIST HERE

The piles of homework and flashcards you needed to memorize had no end in sight, and now that Will was taking nightshifts along with his usual double shifts, and intelligence was tracking down an underground drug cartel, you spent most days alone, allowing your mind to engulf you.

Every time you sat down to study, you felt a striking pain in your chest. In mere seconds the air was sucked out of your lungs and you found yourself panting, desperate to get oxygen back into your body.

You would be surrounded by books and worksheets and you could swear the walls of your room were closing in towards you, trapping you in a sea of incomplete work.

You failed to follow the schedules and to do lists you had made for yourself. Staring at them, hoping the essays would write themselves.

All you needed, was a break. A moment to relax from anything and everything.

So when your best friend mentioned that her brother used to drink a little before he appeared for an exam, your mind was quick to catch on.

Last night you had borrowed a little bit of beer from Jay's stash of alcohol and took a few sips of it as you studied.

The more you drank, the less bitter it became. It was a weird, new sensation, but it worked nonetheless.

Except now, you were sitting in the girls bathroom at school, ramaging through your notes, trying to recollect what you had learned yesterday.

You saw what you had underlined and highlighted— names in pink and important dates in yellow—but your mind came up blank.

Flipping the pages you saw people in wigs, and castles burning to the ground —None of which you recognized.

A wave of anxiety rippled through you unable to comprehend your next thought —you were going to fail.

Your head was throbbing as you ran a hand down face, massaging your temples trying to calm yourself down.

You took out your water bottle that you had filled with beer and swallowed a few gulps, hoping that it would help you think straight.

You groaned, feeling the sting of alcohol at the back of your throat, popping some mints into your mouth, you ran towards the exam hall.

***

Your foot bounced on the polished wood floors as sweat pooled on your forehead.

You thought you were careful —only taking a peek from your friends answer sheet when Mrs.Ling's back was facing you.

Everything would have worked out if it wasn't for that kid sitting behind you. In a split second your teacher turned around, when he dropped his pen, to see you peering over your partner's desk.

Now you were sitting in the principles office praying that Jay wouldn't be the one picking you up.

You could already imagine his anger at you for pulling him away from his case, only to find you cheated.

Unfortunately luck was not on your side today.

You dare not look at Jay as he entered the office, letting out a huff as he sat down. You could feel the rage emitting him, tension filling the room, as he burned holes looking at you.

"I'll get straight to the point" Your principal started.

"Please" Jay growled, struggling to contain himself. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, when he got the call saying that you had cheated on your midterms.

You and Will were alike,at least he thought so, both good at science and math but weak at geography and history. Nonetheless you continued to secure good grades for the most part.

"Y/n here, was caught cheating from a classmates answer sheet. Our teacher caught her red handed. I truly did not expect this from you. These midterms cost thirty percent of your grade..... "

Pretty soon his voice was muffled like he was getting farther and farther away from you. His figure swayed in front of you as you squinted your eyes to keep him in the center of your vision.

" You are suspended, Mrs halstead"

Your eyes widened , your body choosing the perfect time to bring out what little beer you had taken when you heard those words, letting the alcohol mix with the adrenaline.

"WHAT??!! " Damn, alcohol really bought out your courage as Jay stared at you in shock at your audacity.

"Y/n, your lucky I'm letting you retake the exam. That's only because you've had a clean record so far. I strongly suggest you start preparing early Ms. halstead" your principal said in a firm but monotone voice that left you speechless.

Jay held a strong grip on your upper arm as he led you out to the school hall. "What the hell was that Y/N? Are you happy now? God.... I can't believe you cheated!" he sneered, "EYES UP HERE Y/N!! "

Oh god. Every now and then, the ground would sway beneath you, tiles shifting in your vision. But you counted your steps, carefully putting one foot in front of the other, not wanting Jay to find out what else you had done........ until now.

You tilted your head, only to be met with your brother's piercing stare but little did he know, now it made it infinitely harder to concentrate on your walking.

"I'm sorry" you sighed, locking eyes with Jay, silently praying that he would let this go. It was only one time anyway. It wasn't a big deal.

But he let out a hollow laugh, "Thirty percent, Y/N, THIRTY PERCENT. You're going to have to do better than a half-ass apology. What exactly are you sorry for? Huh? For cheating? *Or being caught?*"

***

You rested your head on the seat as Jay entered the truck, flinching, when he slammed the door shut. Your pounding headache was getting worse by the minute, as your ears started to ring.

You blinked a few times squinting to focus on the road ahead of you but the fast-moving cars and the loud horns made you feel like your head was going to explode.

"Y/n," he addressed you, much calmer now.

You forced yourself to turn to your brother, who wore a confused expression.

But the moment he saw your deshelfed hair and your cracked lips, a wave of worry crashed over him. What the hell?

The truck came to a stop at a red light and Jay immediately scanned you over "Y/n?" he grabbed your chin, his jaw dropping, as he came face to face with reality.

"Are you drunk!!?" he barked , steam basically pouring out of his ears.

But your pleading eyes and empty silence gave him the answer he needed. "Are you kidding me??" he snarled as he slammed the steering wheel.

Oh God no. A blinding pain ripped through your head when Jay's palms made contact with the hard plastic. You winched turning your head away from your furious brother, letting out a whimper.

Jay's eyes widened at the sound, his heart breaking, realizing the pain you were in.

If he was going to be mad at you or at least punish you, you needed to be sober.

He stepped on the pedal as the light turned green taking a few breaths, trying to calm himself down.

With the vice lords reclaiming their territory and selling uncut fentanyl, bodies were dropping all over the city most of them being kids.

Kids..... your age.

Every kid at the morgue, just reminded him of you. He saw parents sobbing, begging for their kids to come back but Jay new better. They were never going to come home. Ever.

So he made it a priority to catch these ruthless creatures. He made it a priority over his sleep, over nine hours shifts and unknown to him, over spending time with you.

"Hey , hey" he whispered, not wanting to hurt you again, "We'll talk about this later ok? for now...... just..... it's ok..... I've got you" here reached out his hand, the other still on the steering wheel, to slowly rub your back as you tried to breath through the pain.

" I got you"

***

Jay wrapped a hand around you allowing you to hold onto him for support.

Silently, he deposited you on the couch, laying you down. He knew that he wasn't in any state to talk to you. He needed to clear his mind from his racing thoughts and rueful images of dying teenagers.

His phone rang, indicating that the district was awaiting him. "Here" he reluctantly shook your shoulders "Y/n, I need to go ok? Will will be here soon"

***

Almost half an hour had passed and you were waiting for Will to get out of the shower. You'd heard Jay explain everything to him over the phone.

You thought about how disappointed he would be.

Will —being the nerd he was— always helped you with your projects and gave you pop quizzes during breakfast, before your exams. He taught you how to organize flashcards just like he did in med school.

Even through your blurry thoughts, the image of Will's betrayed face and embarrassed eyes, knowing you cheated, lingered on your mind.

Your body was all over the place. Tiny noises echoing through your ear. Your muscles simultaneously aching and loose.

You were shivering as you tried to curl up into a ball. Your body trying to hold what little heat it had within itself.

But nothing stopped your tears.

You felt water drops make their way down your cheeks forming small splotches of water on the cushion you laid your head on.

And you didn't bother to wipe them away.

Will more or less was in the same state you were in. There was a multi-vehicle accident on the highway and victims were piling in the ED. He was running from one treatment room to the other, waiting to get back home and crash.

Will walked over to you with a huge glass of water and an advil, gently  nudging you to sit up.

Your head still pounded, your eyes zoning in and out of the figure in front of you "Y/n, here drink the whole glass and take this" Will soothed, placing the glass and the pill in your hand "I—I'm sorry" You whispered, distracting yourself from Will's eyes.

Will knew he should be angry. Just like Jay was but he couldn't bring himself to blaming you, not until he had the full story anyway.

You looked so petite on the enormous couch, your legs folded on top of each other, arms shaking as you drowned the glass of water along with the Advil.

Your red puffy eyes and tear strained cheeks,were a contrast from your usual self. or he thinks. He's been pretty busy lately, so he's not too sure. " We'll talk about it later. I'm not angry. I promise"

He assured and was about to head to bed himself when you grabbed his wrist.

If he wasn't angry at you then maybe— just maybe—he would help you.

"Stay" You pleaded , the word falling from your lips just as easily as it had, many, many times before.

And just like before, you were met with Will's soft brown eyes filled with sympathy, ready to help. Ready—to be by your side.

He's slowly nodded climbing onto the couch, next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and you nestled into him, laying your head on his chest.

You found some comfort as he embraced you, talking you under his arm and encompassing you in his warmth.

Holding on to him, you hoped that he would take your pain away, just like he did when you were little.

***

Will woke up to an uncomfortable feeling of something —or someone—   tugging at his shirt.

He slowly opened his eyes allowing them to adjust to the light as he felt another a tug at his side. He looked over to you, but your eyes were shut, brimming with tears, your arm laid across his chest.

You were holding on to Will , using him as a lifeline, grounding you from the pain.

You felt a hand squeezing your own, stopping you from gripping the fabric "Y/n?" You opened your eyes to look up at will who had tears of his own, staring at the state you were in "it's okay, I'm here, I'm right here"

He encircles you, tighter than before, whispering soothing assurances into your hair.

***

With Will's help, the pain slowly subsides, allowing you access to your thoughts again.

You step out of the shower, into the living room and your eyes widen seeing Jay and Will sitting at the kitchen counter.

You didn't even hear Jay come in, but right now taking in his hardened glare, you didn't dare ask.

You knew what was coming and you didn't fight. You couldn't.

"So apparently we're cheating on our midterms now, huh?" Jay's calm voice made shivers run down your spine, starting to take rapid breaths.

"And apparently, someone thinks it's ok to steal alcohol from my stash" He gritted, never breaking I contact with you. "Do you think that's how the world works Y/n? DO YOU? BECAUSE LAST TIME I CHECKED YOU'RE STILL A FUCKING TEENAGER!!" He spat, his thoughts fuming towards your trembling body.

It was every dieing body flashing before his eyes, as the past months' agony slipped off his tongue.

"Jay" Will's voice was stern, giving a knowing look towards his younger brother and didn't bother to give Jay time to argue with him.

"Y/n, we need to know what's going on"

"With school, with tests with....... everything" he stated giving you a solemn look meaning every word he said, promising himself that he would do whatever it takes to figure out what had been going on.

You sucked in a breath weighing all your options. You didn't want them to think that you needed a babysitter or  that you couldn't take care of yourself.

You knew that they had their own problems to worry about but you couldn't take it anymore.

You hated it.

The feeling of your lungs collapsing, struggling to find air for your body, your stress skyrocketing anytime you sat down to study, never getting any thing done.

All day long you would constantly tell yourself to do your work. Every spare second is spent in making a list of things you want to do but when it was time to actually do those things, your mind wandered and emptied.

You took another deep breath, looking up from your feet, your eyes meeting your brothers.

You spilled the past months events from how alone you were all the time and not being able to concentrate to how you ended up drunk at school and cheating on your midterms.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you your hands trembled. You stood crying in the middle of the room until you felt a pair of arms around you.

Will placed his hand at the nape of your neck as he stroked your back with the other "Breathe Y/n, just Breathe" He slowly pulled away leading you to the couch.

God, how he wished he could turn back time. Then he'd been more vigilant to notice the changes that had come over you.

You felt the couch dip on both sides but you intently studied your fingers, fumbling with the hem of your shirt and wiped the tears off your face. They were mad. No, they were furious. You knew it.

But for some reason, they weren't showing it. Maybe they were waiting-

"We're not mad"

You without your head around to look at Jay, furrowing your eyebrows in disbelief. Jay? Not mad? HA.

"but I am disappointed though, but that's only because you didn't tell us......

but stealing alcohol was bad too" he added, earning him a glare from Will.

"Y/n, what Jay means is— we could've helped with school . Homework . Tests . Anything, you name it. We will help" he assured, "But how do we know you need help, if you don't tell us?"

You sighed, taking in the weird turn of events that had happened before you. You had wasted all this time, trying to figure out all your problems out, when the answer was right in front of you.

A mountain of guilt now sat on Jay's shoulders, weighing down on him, pushing him deeper into a wormhole of 'if's'.

Maybe if he'd just been a little more careful, this wouldn't have happened.

Maybe if he'd stop and listen to you once in a while, this wouldn't have happened.

While trying to save kids out on the street, he forgot to care for the kid at home. You were his sister, and yet, here you are in front of him, barely keeping yourself together.

But that would change. Right here. *Right now.*

"Y/n," Jay started "If you would have told us how alone and stressed you were feeling.....I would've taken some time off... Maybe we'd watch a movie or something. All you had to do was ask...... And we'll get you the help you need, y/n. You good with that?" he questioned, his anger and frustration dissipating.

You saw your brother, the workaholic detective, wanting to put his job aside, for you .

You were more important to him, than his job—You realized.

" Yea... Yeah, I am"

Will stood up and got another advil with another glass of water. "and maybe you wouldn't end up drunk and cheating on your test" he smirked, crouching in front of you.

"God, I didn't think it would hurt this bad. I am never drinking again!" you smiled , as you drowned the pill.

"See now that's what I like to hear!!" Jay exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you into his chest. You squirmed, trying to get out of his grip, laughing, when you were joined by Will.

You know what? Maybe, things are going to be okay? Ya know?

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

You Are Perfect

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Bucky Barnes x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Summary/Request: Can you write an imagine with Bucky and a plus size reader (if your comfortable with it) and basically the reader was going on a date but they got stood up and the date said next time to tell people their weight before going out, making the reader insecure, Bucky sees them crying when the come back to the tower, so he then tells her to clean herself up cause he’s gonna take her out and he reminds and shows her how beautiful she is. The rest is just fluff and you can add to it.

Notes: I hope I did this justice. 

You never liked dating apps. You honestly didn’t know someone who really did. But Natasha insisted you get on one so that you could try and find someone. She even knew that you had a crush on Bucky, and still insisted that you get on a dating app. That only made you come to the conclusion that Natasha knew that Bucky didn’t feel the same. He was your best friend after all, and that was probably all you were going to be to him.

Natasha set up your profile, checking with you on the pictures to make sure you felt comfortable. It was hard for you to feel comfortable sharing pictures sometimes, especially when you knew you were bigger than a lot of other girls. After the pictures, Nat had done the swiping and eventually set up a date.

That date was tonight and both Natasha and Wanda were in your room getting you ready. They had picked the outfit, done your makeup and your hair, all without letting you peek. Wanda, with your permission, had made it so your eyes couldn’t see. Allowing them to work freely on you without any worries of you seeing.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky greeted, knocking on the door as he opened it. “Do you— uh, what’s going on here?”

“Y/N’s going on a date!” Wanda exclaimed.

“A… a date?”

“Yeah! We’re getting her ready.”

“Speaking of which,” Natasha added, looking you over, “we’re almost done.”

“Good because I’m getting nervous,” you commented, softly. “Do I… Do I look okay?” Bucky didn’t answer right away.

“You look beautiful. Right, Buck?” Natasha pressed.

“Uh, yeah,” he answered nervously. “You look great, Y/N. I’m just going to leave you guys to it.” 

He quickly shut the door. You deflated, shoulders shagging and head down. All you wanted was to impress Bucky, which obviously wasn’t happening.

“Na-huh, none of that,” Natasha said, guiding your head back up. “You look beautiful and you will have great time.”

“What’s his name again?” You asked.

“Derek!” Wanda excited answered.

“He enjoys a good beer, he works out,” Natasha began explaining. "He’s a lawyer, I think. Don’t worry, not one of Starks. And occasionally enjoys long walks in Central Park.”

“Wow,” you rolled your eyes. “Sounds like I should just marry him now.”

“Hey,” Nat playfully swatted at you. “Stop. Can you agree to at least try?”

“Fine.” 

You took a long look in the mirror. Your friends had really gotten an outfit that flattered you, so your confidence did begin to grow. You were going to be able to do this. You were going to be able to have fun and begin to move on from Bucky. At least, that’s what you had started to tell yourself.

~~~

You arrived at the restaurant first, nervously playing around with the napkin on your lap. You had immediately ordered a drink when you arrived so that you couldn’t feel too awkward waiting there. So wrapped up in your own nervous thoughts, you failed to realize that Derek was going on 20 minutes late. Maybe he was stuck in traffic?

“Do you want to begin ordering?” The kind waitress asked.

“No, I think I’ll—“ 

You were halted by your phone beeping. You glanced at it to see a notification from the dating app. Maybe it was Derek. You quickly opened the app and pressed into the notification.

Derek: You might want to warn a guy about your weight before a date next time. Or change the pictures on your profile to more accurately depict you.

The waitress tried to hold in a gasp as she read the message over your shoulder. There were immediate tears in your eyes. Letting out a trembling breath, you stood up.

“Ma’am, how about I get the chef to—“

“I’m fine,” you cut the waitress off. “I’m so sorry to waste your time.” With shaking hands, you pulled out an a hundred dollar bill that Tony had given you for emergencies. You set the bill on the table. 

“No, I can’t—“

“Please, for your troubles.” A few tears escaped your eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

And you rushed out of the restaurant. The night was chilly and you had failed to bring a jacket. Looking around, you decided that you wanted to walk back to the Tower. You held onto your arms for warmth and you walked down the street and cried. When you got back to the Tower, your nose was red and running, not just from crying.

You were grateful that the Tower lobby was practically empty and that no-one entered the elevator with you. You wanted to go straight to your room, but your stomach had begun growling.

“FRIDAY?” You quietly called out to the AI.

“Yes, Y/N?” It responded.

“Is anyone in the kitchen?”

“At the moment, no. I do suggest you hurry. Sargent Barnes tends to get a drink around this time.”

With a sigh, you gave in to your stomach and allowed the elevator to stop on the common floor. You were on high alert as you headed for the kitchen, checking around every corner your came across. Eventually you made it to the kitchen, quickly grabbing a various amount of foods that you could carry. Struggling to see over the pile in your arms, you turned around and instantly ran into something—or someone. Causing everything you had grabbed to fly everyone.

“Yikes, doll,” Bucky chuckled. You quickly crotched down and began picking everything up. “Wait…” Bucky joined you. “Shouldn’t you still be out on a date?” 

You didn’t answer, you didn’t even make a move to look at him. You just kept your head down as you rapidly picked up everything.

“Hey,” Bucky said, setting his hand gently on yours. He leaned his head down, trying to get a look at your face. “Can you look at me, Y/N?”

“I’m…” you cleared your voice, having sounded like you had been crying. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Look at me.”

“Bucky…”

“Did he hurt you?” You didn’t respond, letting a tear fall down your cheek and off your chin. “Y/N, did he lay a hand on you?”

“I…” You let out a whimper. “He…”

“I’m going to kill him,” Bucky growled, standing up. “Stay here. I’ll be—“

“No, Bucky, don’t!” You quickly got up and grabbed his arm to stop him. “Please. He didn’t touch me, I promise.”

Bucky took in your blood shot eyes and tear stained face, and his heart felt like it could shatter into a million pieces. He stepped closer to you, slowly reaching up his hand to brush his fingers against your cheek. You looked away.

“What happened?” Bucky whispered. “Tell me, please. I just want to help.”

You licked your lips as you nodded. Taking in and letting out a shuttering breath, you closed your eyes and tried to pull your thoughts together.

“He… I… He was late. And I…” You looked down out your hands, fiddling with them. “I thought it was just traffic, but after almost 30 minutes I got a message… and, from what he said, he had to have come to the restaurant and then left… my weight...”

“And what did the message say?” Bucky pressed, his tone gentle and kind.

“It… it said that I should have warned him about my weight before the date.”

“Your weight?” Bucky was shocked and so confused. What did your weight have to do with anything?

“And that I should change my profile pictures to more accurately depict me…”

“What? What gave him the right to say any of that?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “But maybe—“

“No! No but maybe. You don’t believe any of that, right?” Bucky’s hands went to your shoulders and he moved his head to meet your eyes. “Y/N, please tell me that you don’t believe a word that bastard said.”

“He’s not wrong… I’m not as small as many girls. I need to lose weight—”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no. Y/N, listen to me.” His hands moved to hold your face. “You are perfect just the way you are. Your weight is perfect for you. And you deserve better than that asshole. You hear me?”

“You’re saying those things because you have to… you’re my friend…”

Bucky shook his head slightly, wanting to tell you that it was more than that. That he wanted to be more than that. But he knew now was not the time.

“We’re going out,” he stated, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the elevator.

“No, Bucky,” you resisted, so tried too. “I really don’t feel like it. Plus there’s that mess—“

“Steve will clean it up in the morning. He’s always the first one up and OCD like that.”

“Bucky… I really don’t feel like going out.”

“Fine. Then we’ll stay in.” He led you into the elevator, only for himself to step back out of it. “Meet me in the movie room in 10 minutes. Change into something comfy.”

The doors began closing. “Bucky—“

“I’ll come up for you if you’re late.”

~~~

Though you didn’t want to, you did as you were told and met Bucky in the movie room 10 minutes later. You had changed into your comfiest, baggiest clothes, trying to hide your body from the world. When you arrived, Bucky had your favorite movie up on the screen, the popcorn machine going, and he was carrying blankets to the couch. That man worked fast.

“Right on time,” he smiled at you. 

“You really didn’t have to,” you replied, shyly. 

“Oh, I really did.” He plopped onto the couch, patting the spot next to him. “Come, sit.”

Fiddling with your sleeves you walked over and sat next to Bucky, making sure there was a decent amount of space between the two of you. Bucky sighed, noticing what you were doing but decided to give you your wanted space for a little bit. He started the movie and had FRIDAY dim the lights before handing you a blanket. 

Not long into the movie, the popcorn was done and Bucky went up to get it. He put it in a large bowl before sitting himself next to you. You inhaled sharply as he set the bowl between you and rested his arm behind you on the back of the couch.

It was the middle of the movie now and you reached into the bowl for some popcorn, at the same time Bucky did. Your eyes snapped to look at him. Without taking his eyes off of yours and before you could pull away, he carefully took your hand and brought it up to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.

“You are perfect,” he whispered, breath fanning over your hand. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you breathed out. “For all of this. You really didn’t have to.”

“I couldn’t let my favorite gal’s night be completely ruined.”

“I’m your favorite gal?”

“Since day 1… you deserve better than a man who doesn’t see your worth.”

“And you think you’re that?”

“I’d like to try to be that for you. If you’d let me… so, Y/N, what do you say? Will you let me try and show you how perfect you are?”

You tried to suppress a smile. “I’d like that."