#i know i turned your request into a sad imagine anon i'm sorry

[sawyerconfort]

Hi can you write Fiona Goode x fem reader using prompts #4, #8 and #19? Thank you <3

Sorry for the inactivity and request delay, anon, here it is!

and for other interested readers, yes, I'm back!

Hope you like it!

requests are currently closed, but news is coming and I hope to be able to reopen them soon!

enjoy!

I was really looking forward to write something about Fiona Goode (she's mother, she solos, she is the supreme and she's in charge everywhere!)

*fem!reader but you can change if you feel comfortable too!*

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4. "you okay?" 8. "yes, you can hold my hand, sweetie." 19. "yes, you can cry."

Fiona wasn't a patient person, nor was she very sentimental, but oddly enough, there was something about her that woke up when she was with you. Maybe it was the age gap and the constant worry of having someone who wasn't a witch in the middle of so much violence, magic and power. Maybe it was, who knows, the idea of being able to start over, of being able to create a successor like she had never created Cordelia, maybe a way for Fiona to redeem herself from previous sins and guarantee a place in Heaven.

Or maybe it was just a good feeling, a genuine love that someone like Fiona Goode probably never felt. Not with such intensity.

But she was, when you stopped to look at her, extremely tough, cold and cautious. She didn't smile at you, she didn't even show that she loved you back, while you only knew how to admire that woman, the Supreme, the most powerful witch in the entire coven.

It was late at night and for some reason you couldn't sleep. Maybe the shock of having a ghost of the LaLauries alive and working as a servant in the house got to you. Deciding to go back to sleep, you just went down to the kitchen to get some water, taking advantage of the fact that Delphine was sleeping peacefully, and, when you were almost finished emptying the glass, the door opened and scared you more than it should have.

Suddenly, when you least expected it, Fiona was passing through the room, and was about to go upstairs when she saw you, turning those piercing eyes right in your direction.

"What the hell are you doing up at this hour, (Y\N)?" she asked, her voice altered but low, with a surprised intonation.

"I could ask you the same thing," you replied, bluntly.

She raised an eyebrow. "It's none of your business, you moron."

You waited for Fiona to turn and go to her big, beautiful room, and she did. But before you hit the stairs together, one after the other, she let out a huge sniff, which startled you.

"You okay?" you asked, not expecting her to answer. And Fiona didn't answer until you were in her room, standing in the doorway. "What were you doing out there, Fiona? I care about you, I need answers."

She sighed. "Don't tell Cordelia, she couldn't stand it. I went… well, I went to the hospital, had chemo. I can only go out at night, which is when I'm sure you, and she, are asleep."

You widened your eyes, taken by surprise. Not entirely impressed, of course, because without even knowing it, Fiona had already hinted to you that she was running out of time. And honestly, it was either you or Myrtle Snow - and Fiona would kind of do anything not to tell Myrtle Snow -.

"I'm sorry, Fiona," you said, opening her bedroom door for good and letting her sit on the bed. Left with no choice, and feeling compassion for the Supreme, you sat down beside her and sighed. "Want company? I'm not very sleepy…"

She nodded and sighed too, letting you sit closer to the side, letting your bodies almost stick together. She looked tired and sad and lonely, and again, your pity for her was greater than any hatred and indignation at the Supreme's indifference.

"Please (Y\N), promise me this will stay between us…"

"How much time do you have left?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. But what worries me isn't even the disease. I know I can lessen its effects, and it has helped me, even if it doesn't seem like it. What worries me is, in reality, the time that will pass, time is short for me. I will not die of common causes, I will be forced to leave because a Supreme will be in power after me… And you know who she is."

You looked at her. "Why don't you tell her the truth? Why do you keep all these mysteries to yourself?"

"Cordelia is more fragile than she looks, darling. If I tell her, she might internalize the powers, and everything will be even more ruined for me."

Her eyes were getting smaller and smaller, lowered, dilated, almost closed. Fiona really was fading away, little by little, and if you didn't do something, you'd have less time than you wanted.

"Could I just…"

"Yes, you can hold my hand, sweetie." She replied, smiling, as if she read your mind. Automatically, Fiona's hands sought out and reached for hers. She was looking into her eyes when she whispered, in a thin voice. "You are special to me, (Y\N). I'm a terrible person to you and I don't deserve someone like that…"

"You're not a bad person, Fiona. You just don't know how to show feelings, but I know all that even without you saying it out loud…", you smiled, squeezing her hand even tighter. "You'll never be alone again. This is just between us, and I promise you'll have me until the end, right?"

"I definitely don't deserve you, sweetie…", she laughed, hugging you and letting your head rest on her chest. "You're unlike anything I've seen before, and that intrigues me so much…"

Her voice was suddenly shaky, and you could tell she was holding in her tears. Fiona sniffed again and you looked up, smiling.

"Yes, you can cry." You whispered, still looking at her, and just as two tears fell, you used your fingers to wipe them away.

Fiona smiled, closing her eyes, and then gently leaned in to kiss you. A quick but meaningful peck.

"What was that?", you whispered, confused, laughing.

"I don't know. But I felt like it. And I wanted to try this before something happened to me."

You laughed and patted her arm lightly. "Nothing is going to happen, shut your mouth. We still have a lot more time to explore and experience other things…"

She laughed and then used her advanced strength to throw you onto the bed, getting on top of you.

"Oh really? Does that mean I can try again?"

You laughed, and kissed Fiona harder now, letting the rest of the night become history. And, well, to be honest, all you guys did least was sleep that night…

[suosgirl]

How do you think the reader’s relationship with Suo both meeting while she’s out to get food for her and her sister. She’s genuinely kind and caring overall like Tanjiro from kny. How do you think they’ll get together? She’s helpful and won’t hesitate to protect those in need especially her younger siblings. She’s got a strong sense of smell acknowledging how others feel. Ty!

A To-Go Order (& Missing Utensils) | Hayato Suo x Reader

Word Count: 1233

୨ৎ Read me before interacting!

୨ৎ Pairing: Hayato Suo x Reader feat. very brief mentions of Haruka Sakura and Akihiko Nirei (when are they not, let's be so honest)

୨ৎ Song Inspiration: Hypotheticals by Lake Street Drive

୨ৎ Warnings: mdni, fluff, f!reader, ooc (definitely ooc sorry ah), swearing – if I’ve missed one, I apologize + please let me know!

୨ৎ Note: Ahh ty for the request my dearest anon! I am going to be so honest – I have never watched Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba (and I’m so embarrassed bc I just saw the latest like animated arc and it looks so good) BUT that doesn’t mean I’m not familiar with the character! I hope I do your request justice ahhhh!!! And I'm so sorry this took so long ahhhh!! Also, if I dip down into my eldest sister trauma well ... it makes it more genuine, right? ♡

Because – and this is a stretch, he knows this – but what if you didn’t have any utensils at home? How would whoever you were on the phone with be able to enjoy this delightful meal without said fork and spoon and chopsticks? And he doesn’t want to imagine what devastation and sadness look like on a lovely face like yours.

Suo hears you first before he sees you.

Maybe it’s the tone of your voice or the irritated tap of your foot on the floor, but somehow, someway you’ve got him intrigued within just a couple minutes of being in your presence.

You’re on the phone with your sister, lightly scolding her for being so reckless. She was a wild card, that girl, and when she’d heard about an easy and trendy way to cut her bangs from her friends, well, she’d only be able to confirm that it’s true if she tried it, right?

Wrong – so fucking wrong.

It was not easy, and it didn’t look trendy – and now it was you paying the price for it.

She’s sobbing so loud into your ear that you have to turn your volume down to the lowest it can go, but even that’s not enough, and at some point, you can’t help it – you blow up.

She’s no stranger to your lectures (she’s on the receiving end more often than not), but you’d told her not to do it. You’d told her that she’d hate having bangs. You’d told her to sit on the idea for a couple of days before committing to it.

But what does she do? What any good sister would do! Absolutely ignore you! Even though deep down she probably knew you were right!

You sigh, fingers massaging your temple as you shut your eyes for a quick fix of relief.

“... I’ll be home in a bit, okay? It’s not the end of the world, I promise. Now – what do you want from that Monjayaki place that you like so much?”

Suo watches the way that you smile into the phone, no doubt at the response of whoever you’re speaking to, but the smile on your lips is so warm and so fond that he gets just a bit distracted.

A small laugh leaves your lips as you repeat your sister’s order, and you end the call with, “Okay, got it. No more crying, ‘kay? I love you, and I’ll see you in a bit. Also … please put the scissors down – I’ll fix it when I get home.”

He watches the way you order, politely and respectfully, before taking a seat at the table right across from him, Sakura, Nirei, Kiryu, and Tsugeura.

He watches the way you cross your legs and take in the surroundings of the restaurant as you wait, before making eye contact with him.

He sends a small, practiced smile your way before turning his attention back to his friends.

Internally, though, Suo is just the slightest ashamed because he hadn’t meant to stare at you for so long. But, as long as you didn’t know – it was fine, right?

From his peripheral, he can see the way that you continue to stare at him in confusion before ultimately looking away, and he lets out the tiniest sigh of relief.

That … that was a close one.

He tries, truly, but he just can’t. 

He just can’t stop glancing over at you. You’d piqued his interest and he couldn’t understand why.

The cashier tells you it’ll just be a couple more minutes, but you’re quickly shaking your head at them with a smile and telling them not to worry and to take their time.

And Suo can't stop wondering – because how can someone like you effortlessly exude such an air of compassion and love?

As an afterthought, Suo wonders what it would be like to be on the receiving end of it.

Your order is completed much too fast for his liking because now you’re standing up and thanking them as you grab the bag and head for the exit, and Suo feels conflicted because he’s never ever been so curious about a stranger like this before and – 

You turn around as you slip out the door, intent on getting one last glance at him before you leave, but you aren’t expecting Suo to also be looking at you.

The last thing he sees is your mouth dropping in surprise and your eyes widening before the door closes – and then it’s over.

Whatever was happening between the two of you is over.

And – Suo shouldn’t feel any sort of loss from this but he does.

He ponders, briefly, if he’s missed out on something wonderful.

But he’s distracted, too distracted, apparently, to hear Sakura ask, “Who’re ya lookin’ at?”

He’s brought back to his surroundings by the soft nudge of Nirei’s shoulder, and he blinks.

“Ah, sorry Sakura-kun. Just in my thoughts, that’s all.”

Suo’s tone is friendly but firm, leaving no room for discussion.

He’d never see you again, probably, so he let that strange feeling of regret settle somewhere deep and hidden in his conscience.

He’ll get over it, he’s sure, but then he hears the cashier mutter under their breath, “Oh… I think I forgot to add utensils in there…”

Suo never lets his heart lead. Never. In fact, he can’t remember the last time that he did.

So, he’s not too sure what’s leading him now to politely excuse himself from the table or to offer the cashier his aid in delivering the utensils to you.

He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t – there’s no reason to. He doesn’t work here, he doesn’t know you, but if there’s one thing Suo’s good at, it’s reading people.

And he can’t imagine how disappointed you’ll be when you get home, only to find out that they’ve forgotten to pack your utensils.

Because – and this is a stretch, he knows this – but what if you didn’t have any utensils at home? How would whoever you were on the phone with be able to enjoy this delightful meal without said fork and spoon and chopsticks?

And he doesn’t want to imagine what devastation and sadness look like on a lovely face like yours.

But when he goes to open the door – 

You’re standing right outside, hand outstretched to grab the handle and a startled look on your face.

He glances down at your hand while you glance at his – and you note the neatly wrapped-up utensils in his hand.

It’s as if time stops for just a moment as you both stand there in shock – and when your eyes meet… well, it just feels right.

“Oh I –”

“Sorry, I –”

You accidentally cut him off, and it’s awkward and uncoordinated and cute.

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, you let out a breathless, airy laugh as you look away.

“Would you like to go first?” Suo teases, and your mouth drops open just a tiny bit at his tone.

Because who was this guy? Who’d been staring holes into your head? And who’d caught your eye once more before you left?

“I… Sorry, um, I just… Do I know you? Because you were looking at me an awful lot earlier and I don’t want to be rude,” you explain, albeit a bit flustered.

Suo blinks.

He wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt.

Being the eldest sister does things to you - like being more capable of confrontation.

“Oh. You’re not here to get your utensils?”

“Hm? Why … oh, did they not put it in here? That’s fine – I’ve got some at home.”

Suo blinks again.

You blink too.

Briefly, you wonder if the utensils in his hand are for you.

“... actually, I lied. I don’t have any at home – like, at all. Would it be possible to get some?”

[justporo]

Astarion owns property in my head at this point. Can I request for Astarion and Tav where they finally settle down after everything with the Absolute is over and has finally calmed down, and Tav immediately gets extremely sick. Nothing deadly, but still severe. After all the stress from the tadpoles and fighting for their lives, Tav's body kinda just gives out. I'd imagine Astarion would be at a complete loss at taking care of someone, let alone someone that sick lol probably gets scared they're dying too

Oh, Anon, I feel you. It's not that he lives in my head rentfree, no! He owns the building and makes ME pay the rent by now...

This request resonates a lot with me, today, because I'm frankly barely holding on atm, my stomach's acting up and I can't wait for the finishline for this week... so I too could actually use some Astarion taking care of me - although if that might help? Let's see! (Spoilers ahead)

This is pure ridiculous fluff btw. And thank you for the sweet request!

Pairing: Astarion / GN!Tav (You) Wordcount: 1,5k

Strawberry Sugar High

You hadn't left the bed for the better part of a week and you felt you had contracted most every kind of ailment that one could suffer from under this sun. You felt shaky and dizzy. Your limbs hurt and felt weak. Your stomach was in a weird limbo of feeling strange and barely allowing you to keep anything down. Radiating heatwaves making your whole body sweat came and switched places with icy chills so even the coziest of blankets couldn't stop you from shivering. You were down bad - and Astarion almost scaled the walls not knowing what to do with you or how to take care of you.

"My sweet, I brought you...", Astarion started to announce cheerfully as he opened the door to your bedroom with a bowl and a steaming mug in his hands. Then he saw how you had hogged every possible piece of fabric in your giant joint bed and had wrapped yourself in it. At the sight of it, Astarion's shoulders slumped visibly and with it his procured goods - which almost caused scorching hot tea to splash on the floor.

“…some fruit and tea”, he finished audibly distraught and walked over to sit somewhat next to where you had rolled up into a mess of sheets and blankets and were silently shivering. He carefully placed down mug and bowl on the nightstand before he turned to the pile that you had become.

“I really thought you were getting better, my love!” The sad and suffering puppy eyes he made at you almost made you think he was the one to be worried about.

“Y-you say t-that every-ytime you le-leave the room and co-ome back, A-Astarion”, you replied through shattering teeth which sadly took the edge off of your snide remark.

“I know, love. Because every time I hope you might would have started to feel better. But you’ve been like this for almost a week and yet no improvement in sight. You have me worried sick!”, he dramatically explained.

The shivers temporarily left your body to allow you to give Astarion a death stare – the audacity of this man. “I am so terribly sorry that I dare put you through th-this. Now please h-hand me the t-tea!”, you sarcastically replied and worked your hands out of the mountain of blankets to stretch them out towards the nightstand where the vampire had placed the mug.

Astarion handed you the mug. “Careful, it’s scorching ho…”, he said while you grabbed it from him and placed your palms around the hot ceramic and sighed at the bliss of warmth.

Astarion stared at you as if you had turned into an ox.

You took in the smell of the fresh brew and sighed again – pine needles, mint, chamomile, and a hint of lavender. You took a sip slowly because it was actually really hot and closed your eyes for a second. The hot drink temporarily made you feel better.

“You really got the right mixture down now, Astarion, thank you!”, you said as you opened your eyes again and smiled broadly at the vampire who had swung his legs onto the bed and crossed them by the ankles – bare feet sticking out of the pant legs – to sit beside you. At your compliment his face lit up, his eyes filling with sincere joy.

“Well, I’m happy to hear I am proficient at taking care of you, my sweet sick darling”, he said and raised one of his eyebrows in arrogant manner. “Well, let’s not forget the time when you didn’t strain the pine needles or when you tried to make mushroom soup and created bile”, you replied to his cocky demeanour and then took another sip of tea. The shivers were really calming down now.

Astarion’s mouth became a straight line. “Well, I am sorry, but it’s been over two hundred years since I last had to know my way around a kitchen – you’d be surprised how easily forgotten mundane things are”, he pouted but stretched out his arm to rub circles on your back – or what he thought must be your back under the thick padding of fabric.

You were fairly certain, Astarion had never really known his way around a kitchen, but you really didn’t want to rub it in since he was actually trying so hard to take care of you. And he had really been worried sick about you since it seemed he had also forgotten how much impact even a rather harmless sickness could have on a mortal body.

“Feeling better now?”, Astarion asked while he kept rubbing your back. This time there wasn’t a hint of sarcasm or arrogance in his tone, just a sincere, caring question.

“I am. Thank you, my heart”, you answered and turned a bit to him to give him another smile. “I guess after everything that happened my body was just in dire need of a break – and now forced me to take it. I guess in a few days I’ll be merrily dallying around again”, you spoke as you looked at Astarion but then spied past him to where you had seen something of interest in the bowl he had brought.

“I’m happy to hear that, my sweet, because I don’t know…”, the vampire replied with a smile then furrowed his brows as he saw your focus shift past him and you leaned to look behind him. He made to lean with you. “My beautiful eyes are up here, my love”, he murmured playfully.

But you craned your neck now to see what it was he had brought you – broad shoulders and handsome face be damned. “Gods, are those strawberries?” “Indeed, sweetheart.”

Your mouth opened and you stared at Astarion in anticipation: “Where did you get them? Those are not in season for a few more months! I love strawberries, they’re my favourite fruit, no, food!” Your eyes gleamed at the vampire who replied with a smug grin: “I know, darling. I am actually a good listener in case you hadn’t noticed yet.”

You stretched to give him a kiss which almost resulted in you falling over and spilling all of the remaining tea. Your heart filled with an incredible amount of joy – not only because there were strawberries to be had, but because you felt so seen by your soulmate. You smiled at Astarion. “Indeed, you are”, you happily cheered him. He smiled back just as warmly.

“I got them from a place where they magically empower the crops. It did almost cost me an arm and the rest of my dignity though, but here we are”, he explained jokingly to which you raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

“Feed me!”, you then demanded excitedly when he didn’t spill any more details. To which the vampire grinned even more broadly, showing his sharp fangs in the process. “Oh love, I am more than happy to indulge you in this pleasant reversal of roles”, he crooned and turned around to grab the bowl of fruit while you kept sipping on your herbal tea.

He grabbed one of the deep red fruits and slowly lifted it to your already excitedly opened mouth. You were almost salivating, as Astarion offered you the berry, holding it elegantly in his long, slender fingers. The fruit almost touched your lips, but then, at the last possible moment: the vampire flicked it in his own mouth with his thumb.

Your mouth stayed open but now in a desperate expression while Astarion chewed. His facial expression became confused then pleasantly surprised, not even looking at you for a moment. “Oh dear, these are actually rather good. I had almost also forgotten how good these taste. I haven’t eaten a strawberry in forever.” He gave a quick high-pitched laugh while still looking a bit confused. This certainly had awoken a memory he had probably thought lost forever. But still – weren’t these for you?

“Excuse me, my tragic darling vampire, I really love you rediscovering your love for these mortal pleasures known as fruit, but weren’t these meant to soothe my sufferings?”, you said and pouted at Astarion. He readily replied by finally offering you one – for real this time, while he smirked at you and stole another one for himself.

As you bit down the taste just about exploded in your mouth. They were perfectly delicious and sweet. You sighed blissfully and let your head fall back with closed eyes. You were definitely feeling better by the minute.

“So good! Thank you so much for getting them – I feel so much better already!”, you said to Astarion and shimmied over to him to first lean past him and put the mug on the nightstand and then hugging him – arms extending from your ball of blankets.

Astarion pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “You’re welcome, my love. Now – share the rest?” “Only if you promise to get more tomorrow!”

The pale elf threw his head back and laughed. “If that is what it takes to nurse you back to health, I am more than happy to oblige, sweetheart”, he promised with a chuckle before he gave you another of the sweet berries and then popped another strawberry in his own mouth.

Author's note: Okay cool, where do I get strawberries now? Hope you enjoyed!

[srvbryn]

heyy, I was the one that asked if you're taking requests and I'm so happy you are!!

Could I request Luke x reader, where reader stats sending him some anonymous notes (just small things to avoid being obvious) and ends up getting kinda sad when Luke is considering almost every girl in the camp except her, and the ending can be whatever you like

Hope you're comfortable with this! 🥺

Also, if you're up to make tags with anon identification can I be 🫀anon? (It's so I can find the answers to my asks faster, but it's okay if you don't want to 😊

Hope you have a nice day 👋

Luke Castellan. Secret notes

𐙚⋆.˚ Luke Castellan X f!reader (no mention of Godly parent)

Summary: "I've always admired you" He used to be the sweetest boy in camp, but now he's known as a traitor.

𐙚⋆.˚ light angst, THEY USED TO BE FRIENDS but then idk shit happened man, Luke actually like reader BUT he thought reader didn't like him so he spend time with different girls everyday to ignore his feelings lol, this shit take a whole different turn LMAOAOA

A/n: THIS ONE IS SO BAD - this writing shit block hit hard 😭😭 I barely have any ideas , I'm sorry if this one is BAD 🫀 anon 😔

“For what it's worth

I did love you

And I could have said it a thousand and one times

But I wanted nothing more than for you to hear

To understand and to represent all that it meant

And I would say it again

To make it a thousand and two I do still love you

And it sure still does sound sweet

For what it's worth

I understand you

Maybe as far as you want me to

Maybe even more, but I do

And the consequences of understanding you

I didn't know would be love

Love unabashed and irreplaceable

Love that can't be replicated

A flame that didn't need to be fanned

Because how can you understand the beauty of a rose

And leave it in the garden...”

Maybe knowing it has thorns?”

Eighteen-year-old (name) has her future all planned out - spending the time at Camp Half Blood and move out of the place; attend college near the city; spend the summer in Spain.

The second I close my eyes, the memories play, and I find myself back at the beginning.

He used to be the sweetest boy in camp, but now he's not. It was sweet how he would respond to girls smiling at him. He was kind, the type of man you would want in a relationship.

He's literally the personification of a fairytale man, the way he walks the way he talks.

He's flawless.

i. The first time I secretly gave you a note

I got some paper and wrote down my feelings for him. This is the first love letter I've ever written, and the first I've sent to Luke.

When I was finished, I went in without anyone noticing, folded the paper, inserted it through the slit, and pushed it inside.

You sigh with relief. It was dumb; seriously, a love letter? He's the most gorgeous and strongest swordsman in the camp, and the only way you can confess is through an anonymous love letter??

It was sparring time, and you really enjoyed it because you could admire Luke Castellan.

What you didn't expect to see was an Aphrodite girl batting her eyelashes so hard while staring at him. She's going to fly with that eyelash of hers, you thought to yourself.

But she has courage, and you admire her for it.

Lover girl: 0

Ms steal your man (#1) : 1

Luke Castellan was still awake that night, looking at the moon, as is his usual routine, which no one knows about.

Reading the notes he found inside his locker,

"Dear Luke, I've always admired you since the first time I saw you. - ♡"

It was short, but not meaningless, because it was the first time someone gave him something to remember.

Lover girl: +1

Ms steal your man (#1): +0

ii. 14th February - I hate you

It would've been nice if your crush noticed you. You would be lying if you said you didn't hate valentine the most.

Inside her cabin, (Name) couldn't shake the sting of loneliness on Valentine's Day.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined Luke enjoying the company with other cabin girls. "Why does he always choose them over me?" she questioned, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit hallways, Luke laughed with the others, blissfully unaware of (Name)'s pain.

"Luke, why not spend some time with (Name)?" Annabeth suggested, sensing her sadness. Luke brushed it off with a casual remark, "She's fine on her own."

Back in her cabin, (Name) clenched her fists, whispering to herself, "I'm always on my own." She tried to distract herself, but every attempt failed. The distant echoes of laughter outside only intensified her solitude.

As the night deepened, (Name) heard footsteps approaching her cabin. Hope flickered, but it dimmed as she realized it wasn't Luke. A gentle knock echoed, "You okay, (Name)?"

Tears streaming down her face, she replied, "I just wanted to spend Valentine's Day with someone who actually cares."

iii. I should hate you

"You should've seen (Name)'s face," one girl giggled, recounting a previous encounter. "She's such a mess."

Deep in her heartache, (Name) wished Luke would notice her suffering. "Am I not enough?" she wondered, dealing with the harsh reality of his neglect.

The cabin's walls appeared to close in as the weight of unspoken words pressed down.

Luke's laughter echoed through the night, a stark contrast to (Name)'s silent sobs.

She craved his presence, his understanding, but he remained blissfully ignorant. "I thought I meant something to him," she murmured, wiping away tears.

iv. Thank you, Annabeth

The evening sun cast a warm glow over the tranquil lake as (Name) joined Annabeth, Percy, and Grover.

Laughter and chatter filled the air as they settled by the water's edge. Annabeth, with her piercing eyes, couldn't help but notice (Name) seemed distant.

"Hey, (Name), you've been quiet. Everything okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. (Name) sighed, her gaze fixed on the water. "Yeah, just thinking about stuff, you know?"

Percy, ever the perceptive one, chimed in, "You can talk to us. We're like family."

Grover nodded in agreement, "Totally, (Name), we're here for you."

As they enjoyed the lakeside atmosphere, Annabeth couldn't ignore (Name)'s glances toward where Luke was chatting with another girl.

She approached (Name). "Look, (Name), it's been going on for a while now. You can't keep avoiding this. You should tell Luke how you feel instead of sulking every time he talks to someone else."

(Name) tensed, her expression guarded. "It's not that simple, Annabeth. Luke and I are practically strangers."

Annabeth crossed her arms, her voice gentle yet firm. "You're like an older sister to us, and we hate seeing you upset. If you don't tell him, you'll always wonder 'what if.' Trust me, it's better to know than to wonder."

The words lingered between them, and (Name) mulled them over as they decided to take a dip in the lake. The water was cool, and the moon reflected on its surface as they swam.

Percy splashed water at Grover, starting a playful water fight. (Name) couldn't help but smile at their antics, but her thoughts still lingered on Annabeth's advice.

As they swam back to the shore, Percy asked, "Come on, (Name), join the fun! Don't let your worries ruin the evening."

(Name) hesitated for a moment before giving in, and soon laughter echoed around the lake as they played and enjoyed each other's company.

v. Realization

Luke's curiosity got the better of him when he noticed (Name) sneaking into Hermes Cabin.

As he approached her, he had a furrowed brow and a puzzled expression on his face, and the pile of small love notes in her hands revealed the secret he had unknowingly discovered.

"(Name), what are you doing here? And what's with all these notes?" Luke said.

Her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. "Luke, I... um, well, these notes are for you. I've been leaving them hoping you will read them"

Luke's eyes widened in realization, understanding crossing his features.

Luke said teasingly. "You're the one behind these notes? Why keep it a secret?"

Glancing everywhere but at him, you replied "you hangout with different girls everyday what makes you think I have the courage to confess?"

Luke's expression softened as he processed (Name)'s confession. The air between them thickened.

"You don't have to hide, (Name). Your notes brought joy to my days. Knowing it's you only makes them more special."

vi. The prophecy

“Luke—”

“Good-bye, Percy. There is a new Golden Age coming and you won’t be part of it.”

He slashed his sword in an arc and disappeared in a ripple of darkness.

The scorpion lunged.

I swatted it away with my hand and uncapped my sword. The thing jumped at me and I cut it in half in midair.

I was about to congratulate myself until I looked down at my hand. My palm had a huge red welt, oozing and smoking with yellow guck. The thing had gotten me after all.

My ears pounded. My vision went foggy. The water, I thought. It healed me before.

I stumbled to the creek and submerged my hand, but nothing seemed to happen. The poison was too strong. My vision was getting dark. I could barely stand up.

Sixty seconds, Luke had told me.

I had to get back to camp. If I collapsed out here, my body would be dinner for a monster. Nobody would ever know what had happened.

My legs felt like lead. My forehead was burning. I stumbled toward the camp, and the nymphs stirred from their trees.

“Help,” I croaked. “Please . . .”

Two of them took my arms, pulling me along. I remember making it to the clearing, a counselor shouting for help, a centaur blowing a conch horn.

Then everything went black.

Oh gods, "Annabeth-" (name) voice breaks the silence.

"I know (name) I know" She replied.

...

“You idiot,” Annabeth said, which is how I knew she was overjoyed to see me conscious. “You were green and turning gray when me and (name) found you. If it weren’t for Chiron’s healing . . .”

The room was quiet when Percy told them the story.

It was quiet for a long time.

“I can’t believe that Luke...” Annabeth’s voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. “Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest.”

“(name) can you believe what he just did?!” Annabeth said.

"I don't.. but seeing Percy like this oh my gods... I'm so sorry Perce"

Maybe I was dumb for not noticing you were plotting to betray us.

See you on the other side, Luke Castellan.

[mintsv]

can u do play fighting w gunwook scenarios plz 🙏

play fighting w/ bf! gunwook ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🫐 ⋆˚˖

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park gunwook x gn!reader

synopsis : scenario / imagine kinda thing about you and your boyfriend (gunwook) having a play fight when he crashed into your house on a particularly lazy sunday.

genre : fluff, the slightest angst

wc : 1k

-> note : thanks for the request anon ^^ i hope you like it! (also i know you said scenarios but i kinda got overboard and it's a whole imagine now i hope you don't mind 😅)

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today was a really boring sunday for you, the plans you made with your friends were suddenly cancelled and your boyfriend had dance practice, so you were absentmindedly lying in bed scrolling through social media while sighing for the umpteenth time.

the ring of your doorbell caught you off guard, your ears perked up and you were basically running to the door just hoping for any kind of social interaction. the moment you opened it, you thought god was playing tricks with you. there stood your adorable boyfriend wearing his black t-shirt that looked a bit too good on him, a bouquet of fragrant tulips held in front of his chest and of course his sickeningly cute gummy smile. (sorry if that was too descriptive i love gw)

"hi~ are you surprised?" he said that so casually like you haven't been CRAVING for him the past 2 hours so you greeted him with a well needed hug, gunwook pushes you slightly backwards to close the door behind him without breaking the hug.

"I thought you had dance practice?" you look up from his chest, judging him because you thought he skipped for you.

"don't worry i didn't skip, i was too good at it so the teacher let me off early!" you nod in response as he hands you over the tulips.

"it's so pretty! what's the occassion?" you ask again, admiring the prettily arranged bouquet with your favorite scent and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks from your boyfriends sweet antics.

"nothing really, i just wanted to give you these since they have your favorite scent and all, do you like it?" you thought he asked a dumb question, well of course you liked it but you were worried you've fallen a bit too hard for your boyfriend now.

"no, i hate it." you said sarcastically, playfully hitting his chest and turning away so he couldn't see your flushed cheeks but you panicked when you saw him he held the area where you hit his chest and started to frown like a sad puppy.

"you.. hate it?" he starts wiping his fake tears and sniffling. you were quite gullible so gunwook continued his silly act and he was surprised himself how you could believe his horrible acting.

"no no wait i didn't mean that, i was joking i love it i really do wookie! please don't cry.." you start to get really nervous so you run to him, comforting him.

gunwook turned away from you, pretending to sulk like a little kid and you really believed him because you start to get so worried that tears have pooled in your eyes unconsciously.

"wookie i'm sorry i didn't mean it.." you hug him, burying your face in his broad back. gunwook's ears perked up when he suddenly heard your (real) sniffles and he immediately turns around.

"wait wait y/n are you crying? i was just joking i'm not sad. I'm perfectly fine! it was just an act─"

"you're not sad?" your tears stopped before they could fall to your cheeks, it finally clicked for you and you start crazily trying to beat him up.

gunwook used his forearms as a shield while you were basically clawing and punching him, gunwook was saying a bunch of sorry's and giggling while you struggled to get revenge on him considering his rather bigger frame. your efforts were soon wasted when gunwook fought back by tickling you, forcing you to surrender almost immediately when his well built arms entrapped you.

gunwook lifted you up to his shoulder like he would carry a wood log. carrying you all the way to your bedroom before he continues tickling you on your bed. your giggles felt addicting to him (not in a creepy way) and he couldn't help but grin ear to ear.

the anger you felt before was soon forgotten as you two continued to play fight, you had tried to get gunwook off you multiple times but it was near impossible to beat him in a physical fight so you had to think of another way to make him off guard.

it was as if a light bulb lit up above your head as you thought of the perfect strategy. you quickly place your hands at the back of his neck before lunging forward to kiss him. gunwook's arms froze around your waist and you took the opportunity to flip him over so that you'd be on top of him.

"hey that's not fair kissing wasn't in the rules!" gunwook complained, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as you failed to contain your laughter.

"are you really laughing right now?" he takes the pillow beside him before landing a straight blow to your head (gently). you fought back by taking another pillow hitting him right on the face.

the pillow fight continued for about 5 minutes before you gave up, exhausted. you land on the spot beside him, breathing heavily while your hair stuck on your forehead from the accumulated sweat. although gunwook seemed entirely unhinged from the 5 minutes of arm swinging. he was laying beside you panting a little but his gaze fixed onto you, a small admiring smile grazing his lips.

"so about the kiss.. do i have to playfight with you first or can i get one right now?" you turn to him, his face still slightly pink making you chuckle.

"i never knew you could be this cute." those words spilled unconsciously from your mouth, resulting in a scoff from gunwook.

"i'm not." he said.

"sure.."

gunwook wanted to prove to you so badly he wasn't just cute so he did the 'manliest' move he could think of. he leaned in and pecked your lips for a split second, it seemed that the universe wasn't on his side because the moment he saw you smile at him in such a close proximity he thought his heart had stopped. his flushed out face and thumping heart really didn't do him any justice because you thought he had become impossibly cuter.

"gunwook-ah we should play fight like this more often, it really brings out your cuter side"

"shut up."

[yawn-junn]

Hey sweetie💜 How are you? Wish you an amazing day and a wonderful night

I saw your requests are open for boynextdoor so can I ask for some headcanons of bf!Leehan? I imagine that he would be such a cute boyfriend💜

˚₊‧꒰აLeehan Boyfriend Hc໒꒱ ‧₊˚

ִֶָ 𓂃Much obliged too: Anon, Leehan, Xikers

ִֶָ 𓂃inscription: I'm so sorry this took so long to come out, I got really really super busy so I was picking whatever was on top and I could do real quick, but now I have more free time since my opossum's are officially ok to go out into the wild and when this was requested i was in and out of the hospital (around this time last year) so an entire year IM SO SORRYY

ִֶָ 𓂃Synopsis: a inside look on how leehan is with his partners (Not factual based off my imagination)

ִֶָ 𓂃cautionary tale: kissing : jealousy : PDA : food : blood (period) : Insecurities :

ִֶָ 𓂃 @mxlly143 - @cherriruto - @bunnie-stay-p1ece - @wonootnoot - @rikutrash - @babigriin

06/18/24

ִֶָ 𓂃He loves teasing you, but he also knows his limits if you're vibe is just even the slightest of bit off after what he said he's quick to apologize and place kisses all over you're face.

ִֶָ 𓂃His favorite pass time is to play with you're hair or hands whatever he can reach really.

ִֶָ 𓂃Whenever he talks to you he softens his tone almost to a whisper to not spook you.

ִֶָ 𓂃If you're asleep next to him he'll turn off all the lights turn down his phone face towards you and turn the brightness down so you won't be disturbed.

ִֶָ 𓂃Often he lays his head on you're stomach, if he hears even the slightest of rumble from hunger he's jumping up and bringing you food.

ִֶָ 𓂃He likes matching weird stuff with you, doesn't even have to be clothes or jewelry or phone charms, it could be like a little porcelain statue or something.

ִֶָ 𓂃He always has you're favorite food or drink on deck, waiting for the smallest of sign that you want it.

ִֶָ 𓂃He gives a lot of affection, he does expect a lot in return or at least something where you give back.

ִֶָ 𓂃If you're on you're period, and it gets on you're pants to where it's noticable he's quick to back hug you waddling you to the bathroom.

ִֶָ 𓂃He is protective of you, if someone gives you a slight eye he's jumping in front of you and distracting you making sure their not gonna harm you.

ִֶָ 𓂃He adores literally anything you do, if you're even the slightest bit more cute than usual he's on the floor crying about you.

ִֶָ 𓂃He loves playing, like messing with you, he'll tug on you're hair or clothes just to annoy you.

ִֶָ 𓂃His favorite thing is to see you pout when he's messing with you, he'll leave kisses on you're cheeks and jaw when you pout.

ִֶָ 𓂃He doesn't really get angry jealous more of sad jealous, he gets insecure, that you would find the other person was better than him, he does need a lot of reassurance.

ִֶָ 𓂃Now if you're insecure, he'll create an entire PowerPoint of how amazing you are and how bunch he loves you.

[rodolfoparras]

Sorry other anon but logan woukd NOT share

Jean and scott? Sure! But reader??? Helllllll no only HE gets to see readers cock

Speaking of.... (cw for wolverines masochism and sexual burning and crazy jealousy and mean reader im gonna yap)

Imagine reader with good dick... like better than Logan's ever felt; size doesnt matter (even if you're big) because somehow you can fuck him perfectly and know what he wants before he even asks.

Overstimulation is tricky because his regeneration gives him insane stamina, so you dont do things over and over but all at once. Vibe ring on his cock, fingering him without lube (the burn is something he can ground himself on) and aiming right for his prostate, and simultaneously digging your other hand's nails on his thigh or chest.

He'd never been taken apart so thoroughly, and he loved whining out your name, telling you he was your boy, being your placid fucktoy before he came all over the sheets.

So imagine how he felt when you suggested letting someone else in to join. He'd feel like shit if he turned it down without trying after you'd explored all the weird kinks he'd found he'd liked after 200 years, so he swallowed the bile in his throat and agreed.

The new guy was... pretty, to say the least. It's like he was everything Logan wasn't. Scrawny, young, and spry. He remembered meeting him before, probably an acquaintance of yours. The thought bothered him that the new guy would see you undressed, but Logan found comfort assuming that you'd probably let the new guy watch first and then he'd take whatever Logan wasn't using.

Logan felt his eye twitch as he heard the new guy request to ride. No. That was Logan's spot, damnit, and he wouldn't let some random kid take away from what he wanted. He bit his tongue, drew blood and swallowed, then retracted and sheathed his claws so the pain would yet again ground him. He watched in discontent as you slid your expert fingers in and out of the other guy's asshole, and once the guy moaned out your name the way only Logan should be able to, he snapped.

Logan ripped the guy off of you and tossed him to the ground, throwing the clothes down beside him.

"I'm not getting cucked. Not now, not ever. Nobody else is gonna see your cock but me," he growled, enunciating by grinding down on you. Suffice to say, you were pissed. The guy was bleeding, Logan's claws nicked him on the way down, all because Logan didn't speak up until you were prepping.

You scoffed and tossed Logan off, showing the poor kid to the door and turning back to Logan.

"Unacceptable shit. You should have said no in the first place, or said no when he asked to ride, or said no when I asked if you wanted it," you snapped. Logan felt his anger fade to guilt—you were right, yeah. Many opportunities to quit.

You lit a cigarette and puffed angrily, ignoring the sad puppy dog eyes he sported. You slumped on the couch and once Logan sat beside you, you finally noticed what he was asking. His wrist was outstretched to you, inviting a burn that he'd almost expected never to come. You chewed on your cheek. He was apologizing.

"Open," you finally said. Logan hurried, opening his mouth eagerly to accept the 'punishment' (it wasn't really, since nothing got him hornier than you being mean) and a moan left his throat when you pulled on his tongue to stretch it out.

Right in the middle, you stamped your quarter-smoked cigarette out on his tongue and followed it with spitting right into his mouth to hear the sizzle of the burning flesh. It healed quickly, so you lit your lighter and heated up the metal around the flame, then pressed it into his wrist, searing the flesh. He brought his blistering wrist to your lips in an invite to lick it, which you obliged before his body could fix the wound.

Logan laughed giddily. Nobody else could see this. Nobody else could feel this. Nobody but him.

-wolverine pussyfucker (the one who brought up jealous logan)

AND WHY DO YOU GUYS LEAVE MASTERPIECES LIKE RHESE IN MY INBOC WHERE IS THE FULL FIC WHY ARENT YOU POSTING THIS THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL SUGAR BEE THE AMOUNT OF TIME I REREAD THIS IS EMBARRASSING

I absolutely love a jealous Logan idc if it’s canon or not something about that grumpy bastard being incredibly possessive on the inside makes my cock hard especially him realizing it in the middle of a threesome? Oh Jesus Christ want to comfort and punish him at the same time head spinning need to lay down🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️

[five-hxrgreeves]

im dYIIIINGGGG with the adam warlock x quill sister! when he calls her 'little quill'??? with that accent of his??? so soft and husky??? im screaming at my phone dude aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i need part iii right freaking now!!!

PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader

POWERS: adapted from D.C.'s Stargirl, although in this instance, the powers are a part of you and the staff just helps you use them.

WC: 1.9k (woo a shorter one this time!) 

SUMMARY: your first meeting with Adam wasn't one that indicated that you'd become friends anytime soon. Your second meeting. . . wasn't great either. But, somewhere along the line, you would develop a soft spot for the curious man-child.

WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, badly written original fight scene, possibly ooc canon!guardians.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: OMG!!! This is my first-ever inbox message- thank you, anon! You made my day with this <3 I love Adam's/Will's accent; I definitely hope that we get to see (and hear) more of him in other Marvel movies. As requested, here's part three (even if it's technically part zero, lol.) I do take requests if anyone wants to send me stuff! (I just won't write smut, sorry!)

I hope you guys enjoy this part, although I'm not very confident about it since I'm terrible at writing fight scenes. It's hard enough for me to imagine original content (like the other two parts) but scenes where people move around a lot without the movie itself to rely on are very difficult for me because my mind doesn't think in pictures, but in words and I don't know how to describe fighting. I'm sorry if this isn't as good as the other parts. 😭

And on a side note, the 'no shit, Captain Sherlock' is another reference to space people messing up Terran lingo :)

Part 1 , Part 2

You were admittedly not in the best mood when you first (officially) met Adam. Peter and Mantis had left only days ago, leaving you to sort out your feelings alone. You were currently in the training room, fueling your sadness into anger at their abandonment. You often used your powers to aid you while you were fighting, but they weren’t much use during everyday life— unless you wanted to fly. Now, however, they were very useful.

Brilliant blasts of golden light shot out from the staff that your hands gripped tightly. While your powers could be used without aid, the staff helped you control them; Ego had made it for you when you’d become old enough to serve as his protector. Although you were disgusted with the weapon’s origins, you couldn’t help but agree that it made your fighting much more effective.

Each of your blasts hit the targets squarely in the middle as you turned deftly to conquer the row. A scowl was prominent on your face as you pictured each of your targets as Peter’s or Mantis’ face. (While you would never really want to hurt them, of course, the sting of their desertion fueled your thoughts.) You were listening to a playlist by the Rage Against the Machine— which you had chosen solely because of the band’s name as it mirrored your feelings. The music that was blasting in your ears was so loud that, if someone had been standing next to you, they could have heard the lyrics as if they were wearing your headphones themselves.

As you moved up and down the line of targets, you were unaware of the audience of three that had entered the room. Groot, Rocket and Adam stopped by the entrance to watch you unleash your fury against whatever enemy you were envisioning. The new leader of the Guardians gestured to you. “There. See? I told you she’s nice.”

Adam hesitated, clearly uncertain. “She looks mad.”

“I am Groot,” Groot agreed.

“Shut up,” Rocket retorted, glaring slightly at the tree who was supposed to be helping his case. “She won’t hurt goldie. You’ve already seen her bad side, haven’t you? This is nuthin’.”

The golden boy had to admit that Rocket was right; he remembered only too well his first encounter with you as you’d jumped in to help your friends fight off his unexpected attack.

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He’d just defeated the stupid tree-like thing and as it scuttled away like a demented spider, the faint sound of a whistle pierced through the air. An arrow shot out of nowhere, harmlessly bouncing off his skin and only annoying him more than anything else. He looked around sharply, but there didn’t seem to be anyone brave enough to fight him in the vicinity. “Hey! Who threw that?”

He scoffed when there was no answer, stalking towards where he’d last seen his target. But before he could get very far, a force came out of nowhere— this time much stronger than an errant arrow. It knocked him off his feet like a bullet and together they were sent flying through the town, which elicited more cries of fear from the citizens.

He landed harshly against a building that got in the way and debris fell on top of him from the force of the collision. Adam grunted irritably; this was the second time during this fight that his enemy thought that throwing him into a building would be enough to deter his attack— didn’t they ever learn? He stood and shook the dust off his clothes before he strode back out to the street to face this new opponent. Except— it wasn’t the same blue person from before.

The golden boy stared at the other person with disbelief, the only thing that he could come up with was: “you’re a girl!”

She scoffed. “Yeah, no shit, Captain Sherlock.” She twirled the staff in her hands expertly between her fingers before she set the butt down on the ground. It glowed softly as it lit up with her power, her face set. “Let’s do this thing.”

Adam had no qualms about fighting a girl, so they charged at each other without hesitation. He thought she’d be as easy to take down as her teammates but when they collided, she merely used her staff as a shield against his attack. They paced across the open space as they exchanged blows, the girl using her staff offensively and defensively interchangeably. As she flipped neatly out of the way of one of his advances, he began to see how evenly matched they were.

“You are stalling,” he realized. “If you just hand over your friend, we would not have to fight.”

The girl paused, flicking some of her hair out of her eyes. “Oh. Well, in that case—”

She charged at him again, her staff catching on his uniform. She followed him into the air and her swift kick to his stomach sent him tumbling away from her. It was then that he realized that she could fly— just like him— and that was what had powered her initial attack. In the time it took for him to recover from the spin, a blast of golden light was sent his way. Because of his more durable skin, though, the light only felt like volts of electricity rather than something that could do actual damage. The most effective part of her power was the blast itself, which he had to fight through to get closer to her.

Now that he knew where her power came from, he made to attack her staff in order to knock it out of her hands. She seemed to sense his plan— Adam figured most people she fought went this route— and she countered this by trying to fly above him to push him towards the ground. He responded by grabbing the staff in her hands directly while she was mid-swing. The girl was tiring slightly, her breath becoming shorter as the fight went on and she was now on the defensive.

She tried to yank her staff loose from his hold but as evenly matched as they were, he was still stronger. The girl then attempted to shake him off by lighting the staff up with her power. If he hadn’t been such a strong opponent, the golden light would have burned through his hands. As it was, the little volts were barely something that he registered. While he could have easily swung the staff to send her flying off the end and into the ground, he held back the true show of his strength as she didn’t seem to be as resilient as the two blue people or the tree.

Instead, he tried once more for the diplomatic route: “you have fought valiantly for your little friend. If you surrender him to me now I will leave your village in peace.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed with fury as she continued to fight to free her weapon. “Go to hell!”

Adam sighed, having partially expected that response. “Very well. Have it your way, then.”

He smoothly jerked the staff from her grasp and carelessly tossed it to send the weapon spiraling towards the ground. He turned back towards the girl to finish her off as he had her teammates, but he paused. She seemed to hang, suspended, in the air as time appeared to freeze around her. Her eyes widened and, for the first time since he’d encountered her, a look of fear appeared on her face.

Then, she dropped like a stone.

They were very high off the ground by this point and the fall would likely kill a normal being. He wasn’t sure if she would survive, so his reflexes kicked in before he could really think about what he was doing.

By now, the shock had worn off and she fell through the air, she reached up to him as he was the only person who could help her. Adam put on a spurt of speed to try and catch her but she was falling faster than he had anticipated. The girl slammed into the ground and lay still just as he landed next to her. He told himself that saving her wasn’t his mission, and her incapacitation only made obtaining his goal easier. His mother’s orders echoed in his mind, so against his instinct he turned away from her in pursuit of the squirrel.

--

You felt a tap on your shoulder, startling you. You whirled around with your staff in a defensive position only to be met with the sight of your teammates. With a sigh, you pulled out one earbud but didn’t pause your music.

“What?” you asked shortly.

“Don’t you take that tone with me, Little Quill. I’m ya superior now,” Rocket replied, unaffected by your attitude. “I wanted you to meet golden boy here.”

You gave Adam a once-over, ignoring how the sight of his. . . attractive features made your stomach curl pleasantly. “Yeah. We’ve met.”

The boy in question shifted uncomfortably, feeling once again ashamed of his previous actions. Before he could say anything, Rocket spoke again, adjusting the straps of his jumpsuit as he did so: “well, I ain’t great with humie ages, but I figured ya’d be about the same. I thought it might boost team morale to see ya two hangin’ out together or whatever humies your age do.”

While your first response was to dismiss the whole endeavor— you didn’t want to get close to someone else just to have them leave you, too— but a small, traitorous part of your mind whispered: he saved your brother. Another part chimed in: he’s not bad to look at.

“Fine,” you grumbled. “He can stay, but he better not get in my way. I’m not stopping my training because of him.”

“That’s the spirit, Little Quill,” your captain said, choosing to not acknowledge your reluctance. “I’ll leave ‘im in your hands. Let’s go, Groot.”

As you shoved the earbud back in your ear, you could faintly hear Adam’s protest: “wait! You’re not leaving me here, are you?”

While Rocket’s reply was drowned out by your music, the boy’s words hit you unexpectedly; it sounded just like your response to Peter’s and Mantis’ disinclination to stay with the Guardians. Some of your anger faded as you glanced at the boy who stood awkwardly in your periphery. Despite all of his strength and power, Adam looked a bit like a lost puppy and his expression made your features soften against your will. Fine. Whatever. It wouldn’t kill you to be nice.

You took out an earbud again. “Well, don’t just stand there. I know you can fight, so let’s see you use those skills.”

At the reminder of your first encounter, he sent you a guilty look. As he stepped up next to you, he said quietly, “I’m sorry about that, by the way. For almost killing you.”

You patted him on the arm companionably. “Hey, no hard feelings. You’re not the first and you certainly won’t be the last, so just add your name to the list.”

All of the Guardians had forgiven him with surprising readiness and it seemed like you were no different— only, you were. His gaze stayed on the spot where your hand had touched him. There was a lingering warmth as if your hand was still there, the sensation sending tingles (not unlike the ones that he felt during your blasts of power) through him.

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@repostingmyfavs , @trashpenguin

[evalevaeva]

hELLO are requests open? 😽😽 if it's okie, i'd like to request an ahn sooho × reader fic ( I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY FIC OF HIM I'M SO SAD 😭 )

Hero | Ahn Sooho

my first sooho fic :] thank you anon! also here's to @slytherinshua and hannie , no angst this time

Meeting Ahn Sooho was the most unexpected occurrence in your life. It was almost like he was your hero.

You had your earpieces in, music blasting as you read the book in your hand. It wasn't every day that you were this interested in a book. The words seemed to swirl in your mind as you imagined each word, taking in each detail of every movement of every character.

That was until you were knocked down, hard. Your bottom slammed onto the concrete floor as your book fell onto the floor right after you, covered in soda. Your right earpiece went flying out of your ear, song stopping. Your eyes widened as you looked at your book, the words blending in with the soda, unclear.

You looked up, eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the culprit who had one hand extended out while the other was at the back of his neck.

"Ahn Sooho?" You asked, like a question, as he looked at you in surprise. "You know me?" Sooho replied as you looked at him, scoffing.

"Why wouldn't I?" You responded as you took his hand, standing up as you looked at the stain on your white uniform, starting to feel annoyed by your situation. "The infamous Ahn Sooho who nearly got his ass beaten by the baseball team over a girl. You're a playboy aren't you?".

Sooho's eyes widened as he took off his red jacket, revealing his white uniform that was unbuttoned to show his red work uniform.

"I wouldn't call myself a playboy, maybe everyone's just attracted to my charm?" Sooho responded as he winked, placing the jacket over your shoulders before picking up the soaked book and placing it on the locker near the window.

"I'll replace your book. By tomorrow, the same book will arrive at your table, sergeant!" Sooho said as he saluted you, picking up the empty soda can and continuing to run down the hallway.

You looked at the jacket on your shoulders, putting your arms through it as you zipped it, covering the stain on your uniform.

Sooho delivered his promise. You entered the classroom and walked to your seat near the middle as you saw the same exact book, this time with a sticky note on the first page.

"I'm sorry for bumping into you and ruining your uniform and book. I still feel like this isn't enough to make up for it. Would you want to eat lunch together? I'm in Class 1!" The messy handwriting read as you couldn't help but form a small smile on your lips as you grazed the yellow paper with your fingertips. Why was he like a puppy?

The bell for lunch rang, and unlike yesterday, you found yourself making your way to class 1, walking the back door to see Ahn Sooho fast asleep at his desk. His head rested on a pink bunny pillow, and his chest rose and fell deeply. You contemplated as you held the washed jacket in your arms, wondering if you should really wake the boy up.

"Ahn Sooho, it's lunchtime... and there's a girl here waiting for you. Sooho, Sooho, Sooho, wake up," The boy sitting in front of Sooho turned and shook the boy awake as Sooho jolted awake, eyebrows furrowed as he squinted. The boy let out a big yawn as he turned in his chair to stretch, but turned to see you standing with his jacket, waiting for him.

"Oh! Were you waiting for me?" Sooho asked as he stood up from his seat, finally awake. You handed him the jacket as you bowed slightly, "Thank you for lending it to me. It was a big help."

Sooho waved it off as he responded, "It was nothing! Besides, it was my fault since I... you know... dropped the soda".

The both of you made your way to the cafeteria, taking trays of food as Sooho paid for yours too, taking a seat at a table near the corner.

"So what should we talk about?" Sooho asked as he took a spoonful of rice and shoved it into his mouth. He acted as if he'd been starved for a week. It'd be impossible to tell a beast from Sooho.

You hummed as you thought about it for a few seconds.

"What do you like to do after school?" You asked as you used your chopsticks to pinch a piece of kimchi, placing it into your mouth as the taste engulfed your tastebuds.

Sooho thought about it as he responded with a mouth full of food, causing several rice grains to drop from his mouth.

"I work part-time at a barbecue place, and I do deliveries on two days. I don't go home because I'm scared I'll fall asleep and miss school. I can't miss school," Sooho shared as he saw the curious look on your face as you placed a spoonful of soup in your mouth.

"Why can't you miss a day of school?" You asked as Sooho responded, "I need to graduate with a perfect attendance. My grandmother wants me to graduate with a perfect attendance, even if I don't end up going to college. So, what about you? What do you do after school?".

You picked at your food as you shared a little, "I go to cram school and then I go to help my grandparents at their bookstore. Their bookstore has a lot of books so I don't have to go far to get good selections. Cram school, is cram school. There's nothing special about it, just the 7pm to 10pm classes every day,".

Sooho laughed a little, making his eyes crinkle as he joked, "I guess we know which one of us will go to college".

You smiled a little as you scooped a spoonful of rice into your mouth, continuing your conversation with the boy.

To everyone around you, it seemed as if the both of you had just met after being apart for 10 years and were catching up on the many years you'd spent together before that. The both of you seemed to connect very well, talking about everything from games to food to stuff worrying you around the neighbourhood. It seemed like you'd finally found someone for you.

You walked down to the parking lot near the school as Sooho put on his helmet, his bag in the trunk below the seat. You were about to wave goodbye to him when he passed you a helmet, patting the seat behind him as he said, "You told me that the distance from the school to your cram school made it hard for you to eat properly. I'll send you to cram school from now on, so eat properly or I'll start packing you lunches like a cooking club member".

Your mouth was practically hanging open as he took the helmet from you, putting it onto your head as he slid the face shield down, tapping the helmet lightly as he ushered you to get on.

The wind felt comforting for some reason. You weren't sure if it was the weather, the vehicle or the boy with you, but your heart seemed to speed up as fast as the motorcyle as your arms were wrapped around the boy's waist, eyes wandering around as you looked at your surroundings curiously. It wasn't often that you'd get on a motorcycle and definitely not with Sooho.

It wasn't just you who felt the speed up of your heart, Sooho could feel your heart pounding on his back as his eyes were focused on the road, not wanting to injure either of you nor his motorbike. He drove with caution as he smiled to himself every time you saw something cool on the way, 'ooh'ing every time.

Sooho lifted the helmet from your head as your hair dropped down to your shoulders, some strands left, a mess on the top of your head. Sooho reached for the mess as he combed his fingers through your hair, making sure your hair was neat.

"Don't go around alone anymore. Byuksan Middle School might be an elite school, but the schools around us have scary students. If you need to go anywhere after school or after cram school, call me, and I'll pick you up. Don't wander alone anymore," Sooho said as he placed your bag on your shoulders. You look at him, wondering what this sudden feeling blooming in your chest.

You coughed as you excused yourself, cheeks red as you walked to the entrance of the cram school, turning to give the boy a small wave as you walked in, disappearing into the crowd of students. Sooho managed to give a small wave back as he kept the extra helmet in the seat storage, heading to start his delivery gig early so he could get back to the cram school by 10pm.

He was right on time. You excited your cram school as you waved goodbye to some friends you made as per Sooho's suggestion after the mini lunch date you both had. He was leaning on his motorbike, phone in hand as the LED lit his face blue, his eyes focused on the screen. The sound of students exiting seemed to catch his attention as he raised his head to meet eyes with you.

"Sooho? You're here?" You asked as Sooho took your bag from your shoulder, putting it back in the storage box as he reponded, "Why not? I told you I'd be here. My grandmother always says, 'Sooho! Don't let a girl walk by herself! Don't let her carry her own bag, and don't let her spend her own money!' So I'm kind of like... your hero? I'll save you anytime anything happens." Sooho mimicked his grandmother as you couldn't help but laugh at his horrible impersonation.

This became a daily routine as Sooho began to reserve the helmet only for you. He would never come late and would stay true to his word. He would buy you snacks if you had make-up classes at cram school, buy you dessert to go along with your school lunch, and always have an umbrella if the weather was down.

Sooho ran. His motorbike was outside your cram school while you were nowhere to be seen. He initially thought that maybe you had some extra work to do or someone held you up, but when he saw the familiar friends he saw you hanging out with many months ago, he couldn't stop himself.

"We haven't seen her since Physics class. Physics was at 9pm. She looked at her phone and suddenly left, saying she had an emergency. " Your friend informed Sooho as he started to feel tense.

"Which direction did she run to?" Sooho asked as your friends muttered amongst each other, trying to get a definite answer.

"She ran out and ran out the gate towards the Byuksan Alley," Your friend told him as the words 'Byuksan Alley' made him run towards that place as fast as he could.

"Sooho, can I tell you something?" You asked the boy as the both of you sat at lunch as per usual. It had become a norm over the past few months, and the both of you could be considered... best friends? What everyone knew was that both of you were insperable.

Sooho hummed as he looked at you, giving you his unwavering attention.

"I think, with everything happening between you, sieun and beomseok... beomseok sent some girls after me. They didn't do anything, but they said that I better watch out," You told Sooho as his face changed into one with anger. He turned to give the disgusting boy a glance as he responded with false calmness, "If anything ever happens with them, call me first".

Sooho turned the alley as he saw you on the floor, your uniform painted red as girls with white surgical masks on their face, uniform unbuttoned revealing black shirts and skirts at their knees, kicked you repeatedly. By their side, there were guys in school uniforms too, watching the violence as if it were some sick variety show. You were ambushed. You didn't expect them to find your number and threaten you with Sooho's life. You had no choice.

"Sooho!" You called out, trying to alert him in case he was in the area. He said he'd always save you, he will... right?

Sooho ran in, kicking the first guy in the chest, making him fall against the wall with a thud as he elbowed the next guy in the lungs, causing him to cough. Sooho took the chance to punch him in the face, not leaving him any time to recover. He then turned to the last guy, who looked at him, trembling. His eyeballs practically vibrated as Sooho walked up to him. The guy took off running, leaving the three confused girls.

"Baby, why did you run...?" The girl kicking you asked as she turned to see her boyfriend nowhere in sight, and her two friends' boyfriends on the floor, knocked out.

The three girls turned in horror as Sooho spoke, "Why would you do this to her? She didn't even do anything, and here you are, kicking her as if she did something to you. "

The three girls looked at each other as the middle one muttered, "Beomseok asked us to do it. He said that she told on us that we had smokes.".

Sooho scoffed. Just because a liar told them that she told on them for cigarettes? She didn't even know them, much less cared about whether they died early because of chemical sticks.

"Leave, and don't bother her again," Sooho said as he bent down to check your bloodied uniform. Your head had dirt marks from the shoes of the girls and your tears made the dirt coat your cheek. Sooho wiped the dirt off with his thumb as he smiled.

"I told you I'm your hero now, didn't I?"

--

WOAH MY FIRST SOOHO FIC AND ITS LONG(?) WITH ALMOST NO ANGST OHMYGOD GASP OHMYGOD!!

[jaemmphilia]

★ 𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎? ★

★ summary: in which your dumb boyfriend asks an equally dumb question.

★ pairing: nct dream (individual) x gn!reader

★ warnings and rating: no warnings, just the dreamies being dumb and whiny (i'm looking at you haechan)

★ word count: 1118

★ binnie's thoughts: i was shown a certain tweet by an anon and it made me laugh so i decided to turn it into a little imagine

★ requested?: nope

★ disclaimer: this imagine in absolutely NO WAY represents the nct dream as people or idols. this is simply for entertainment purposes. thank you!

© triplejracha, 2023. please do not copy to any other platform.

★ 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔

mark is lying on your lap as the two of you scroll on your phones in comfortable silence. mark suddenly looks up at you and just stares. you can feel his stare and you set your phone down.

"yes, markie?" you question him, your brow cocked in question.

mark seems to hesitate, his eyes shifting form left to right as he contemplates what to say. you don't rush him, allowing him to gather his thoughts.

"dude, so like, nct dream or me?" he asks you, completely serious. if you had been drinking water, you would have spit it all over the place.

you bite your bottom lip in hopes of fighting the goofy smile that wants to creep onto your face.

"baby, you're part of nct dream." you tell him, the urge to laugh becoming harder to contain. eventually, the two of you laugh together and share a kiss.

★ 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗

"my love, do you prefer nct dream or me?" renjun asks you from his spot at the island in your kitchen, his attention on a magazine laid out in front of him.

you're standing at the stove, mixing some ingredients together for dinner. you furrow your brows as you pause, wondering if you heard that right. "sorry?" you say, prompting renjun to repeat himself.

"i said, do you prefer nct dream or me?" renjun repeats himself, a gentle huff coming from him as he mindlessly turns the pages.

you nod your head in confusion. well, you definitely heard him correctly, and you shake your head. "darling, are you not part of nct dream?"

"i am, but that's not the question here." he finally looks up from his magazine and he gives you a look.

you open your mouth to reply, but you just turn back to the food in front of you. you have no time for his silly shenanigans.

★ 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚘

jeno watches as you giggle at your phone for the hundredth time when you were supposed to be painting his nails for him. he wants to snatch the phone out of your hand and demand that you pay attention to him.

"who are you texting?" jeno inquires, trying to lean over to see just who in the world was taking your attention away from him.

you huff and pull your phone away from his prying eyes, and jeno feels his heart break. the two of you never keep things from each other, so this feels a little weird to him.

"i'm just texting jisung, jen!" you say, but jeno keeps pouting.

"do you like the other members over me?" he asks, and he sounds so sad that you soften up. you realize that jeno is actually upset and it's because of you.

"my sweet jen, you know you're my favorite dreamie." you tell him, your hand cupping his jaw, and your thumb rubbing his cheek.

"then why are you texting jisung? you're supposed to be painting my nails.." jeno keeps pouting and you just laugh at him.

"alright, i'm sorry. let me continue painting your nails."

★ 𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

"hyuk, you're being so ridiculous right now," you say, using your towel to dry your hair after the shower you just took.

"i think it's a valid question! nct dream or me? answer the question!" haechan shouts, his arms crossed and a pout on his face.

"hyuk! you're part of nct dream, dumbass!" you shout back, throwing your damp towel at his face. haechan gasps dramatically as he watches your form retreat from the bedroom.

he knows that you hate when he asks dumb questions like that, he gets a nice kick out of it.

you, on the other hand, think it's annoying that he would even begin to believe that you prefer his other members over him. you are dating him, after all.

"babyyyy, you know i was just kidding! don't be so sour!" haechan says, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind.

you roll your eyes and lean back into his embrace. "you better watch yourself, donghyuk."

★ 𝚓𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗

"okay, so nct dream or me?" jaemin asks as he places lucy's bowl down in front of her.

"nct dream, obviously." you respond, scooping some food into a bowl for luke, who is pawing at your bare foot and mewing.

"wow, there was no hesitation. that's cold, babe." jaemin says, his hand coming up to rest on his chest in a offended motion.

"the world is a cold place, jaem," you chuckle and set luke's bowl down so he can stop yelling at you.

"what do they have that i don't?" jaemin asks you, his eyes following you as you walk to the oven and pull out his and your dinner for the night.

"if i tell you, you might get butt-hurt," you say casually with a simple shrug of your shoulders.

"you at least love me more than the babies, right?"

"even that's pushing it, jaem."

★ 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚎

"what do you mean by that? that's absurd!" chenle could not believe his own partner would even say something like that.

"i don't understand why you're so upset. you asked me a simple question and i answered." you point out as you continue to sign some of your group's newest album.

"that doesn't matter!" chenle stomps his foot like a toddler and it makes you laugh. "how could you say you prefer nct dream over me?"

"i think you're a little too worked up about this. you're also a part of nct dream, goofball," you point out, "besides, i might be dating you, but you're not my nct dream bias."

chenle could not believe his own ears. "hold on! if i'm not your bias, then who is?"

"le, i think it's best if i keep that information to myself." you chuckle, loving how worked up chenle was getting as this interaction kept going.

★ 𝚓𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐

jisung saunters into your room and he flops down on top of you. luckily you knew he was going to do that, so you moved your laptop before he crushed it.

"hello to you, too," you say, your hands stroking his soft hair, "did you enjoy your nap?"

"no, cause i woke up without you," he pouts, nuzzling his head into your stomach. "can i ask you something?"

"sure, what is it?" you ask, allowing him to look up at you, his face still pulled into a pout.

"do you like nct dream more than me?" he asks oh-so-innocently, and you can't help but snicker.

"ji, you're part of nct dream," you start, calming your laughs down, "did you forget?"

"oh, you're right. i am part of nct dream." he says, his face going from pouty to confused.

"did you have another dream that you were part of 127?"

"i think i did.."

[itsscromp]

Ooo! Ooo! I have a fun idea! (It's getting a bit tiring saying I'm the Kuai / Tomas with a kid reader requester, so just call me 💀 anon from now on!)

So, imagine the readers a teenager and grew up in the Lin Kuei, Kuai and Tomas basically know them like the back of their hand. What if the reader starts skipping Lin Kuei training, meals, sleeps late, etc? You know that moment in our teens where it's actually just anxiety and depression in a trenchcoat but adults don't realise that and wave it off as 'classic teenage rebellion'?

Separate and headcanons if that's okay! :3

- 💀 anon

Scorpion and smoke x reader headcanons

Awwww 💀 anon I really like this idea, as someone who has both anxiety and depression. I completely get where this is coming from, I hope you enjoy your headcanons.

Kuai Liang

Kuai had a funny feeling in his stomach when you weren’t turning up for your training, noticing you were sleeping in and not eating.

He tries to raise this with Bi-Han.

“They’re just been a typical teenager, do not worry about them”

But Kuai knew something was wrong when you haven’t showed up for training in almost a week.

He ventured to your room and gently knocked on your door before opening it.

“Y/n ??” He said as he slides the door open and noticed you laying down in bed facing the wall.

He gently approached you but then noticed you were shaking.

“Y/n what’s wrong ??”

He could hear sniffles, were you crying ??

He gently brushed his fingers on your scalp, seeing your red and puffy eyes.

“Talk to me…”

“It’s all too much Kuai… Bi-Han is expecting too much from me. I keep trying but it’s never good enough for him. For all of you”

“Y/n, everything you do is enough to me and Tomas, Bi-Han may not see it but we do.”

You turned over slowly and looked at him, him returning a soft gentle smile.

“You are everything that you do y/n, it may not be perfect, but the time and dedication you put into it is more than enough for me and Tomas, you are worthy of being apart of the Lin Kuei”

Fresh tears circulated from your eyes, not out of sadness, but out of love.

He pressed a gentle kiss on your temple and stayed by your side the whole time.

You were family.

He would help you out of this, he always will.

Tomas Vbrada

Tomas knew something was wrong immediately when he noticed you weren’t your chatty self one day.

But all the other Lin Kuei members just brushed it off.

“They’re just being a typical teenager”

“Always trying to get out of everything”

“They need some more sunlight and less time at the tv”

He did not believe that one single bit.

There must be something wrong, he could feel it in his bones.

When the 5th day you didn’t show up for training and skipping meals, he needed to check on you. You were family to him, he would’ve hated if something happened to you.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you…”

He stopped as he heard muttering by the door, gently sliding it open he saw you pacing back in forth, muttering to yourself.

“Y/n…”

He gently went up to you and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Perfect…. Needs… to be…. Perfect” he heard.

“What needs to be perfect ??”

“Everything Tomas !!! Bi-Han will have my head if nothing is the way it is, I keep trying to do so but it’s not good enough… I I I can’t please him anymore” your breathing started to fasten and your body now shaking.

“Easy y/n, Bi-han isn’t here. It’s just you and me ok ??”

“I can’t Tomas… I can’t…” tears formed in your eyes as your shaking worsens, you were having an anxiety attack.

He gently took your hand and placed it on his chest, letting you feel his heartbeat.

“I’m not going anywhere ok y/n ??, this won’t last long what your feeling” he then took deep breaths encouraging you to follow.

You took shallow, shaky breaths to begin with before your breathing started to become longer and deeper.

“That’s very good, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere” he reassured, keeping your hand on his chest.

Once you fully calmed down, you gently leant into him, feeling exhausted.

“I’m sorry….”

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s ok y/n, I’m here for you alright” he gently reassured.

He then moved you to your bed and tucked you in, dimming the candle in your lantern. He then climbed in and wrapped his arms around you, gently scratching your back and holding you close.

“I love you so much y/n, you’re my best friend.”

You nodded as you cuddled closer to him, relaxing and leaning into the touch.

Tomas would do anything for you in a heartbeat.

Absolutely anything.

[lifeofpriya]

Could I have « immediately looking for your reaction once telling a joke » with jack draper ! (I presume the link was to request a phrase … sorry if I misunderstood!) I just love pain so the idea of an angst sad Jack with an unrequited crush makes my head spin

hi anon! i've linked the fic with the prompt here :) HOWEVER, ask for the angst, and y'all shall receive 🫡

I'm Sorry

wc: 2.4k

You sit on the worn couch in your shared apartment, the smell of last night's takeout lingering faintly in the air. The TV hums in the background, casting flickers of light across the messy room. Your eyes are drawn to the raindrops tracing patterns down the windowpane, the world outside a blur of gray.

Jack strolls in, his damp hair and rain-speckled clothes hinting at his recent tennis practice. He tosses his bag onto the floor, the thud echoing through the quiet space. He glances at you, a tentative smile playing on his lips, but you're lost in thought, staring at the rain.

"Hey," he says, his voice a gentle rumble that shakes you from your reverie. You look up, and your eyes meet his. In that moment, you realize how much Jack has changed over the years. His once boyish features are now chiseled with the strength of a man who's dedicated his life to the sport.

He moves closer, his sneakers squeaking on the hardwood floor. The scent of fresh grass and sweat fills the space between you, a stark contrast to the stale air in the room. "You okay?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress.

You nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just tired." But the lie feels heavy on your tongue. You can't help but think about the person who's been consuming your thoughts lately—someone who isn't Jack.

Jack's gaze lingers, concern etched into his features. He's always had a knack for reading you, a trait that's only grown stronger as your friendship has deepened. He opens his mouth as if to say more, but instead, he just nods and heads to the kitchen. You listen to the clinking of glasses and the gush of water from the fridge door.

The silence stretches out, thick with unspoken words and the hum of the fridge. Raindrops continue their dance outside, a rhythmic serenade that seems to mirror the thumping of your heart. You feel a pang of guilt for not being able to return his feelings, but you can't help the way you feel. The person you're in love with is like a distant star, brilliant but untouchable.

Jack returns with two ice-cold drinks, handing one to you. The condensation on the glass leaves a damp trail on your hand. You take a sip, the cool liquid offering a brief respite from the warmth of your embarrassment.

"So, what's new?" he asks, sitting down next to you. His thigh brushes against yours, and you can't ignore the electric current that seems to run through your body. You know it's just your imagination, but you can't help the way your stomach flips.

You shrug, focusing on the TV. "Not much, just work stuff." You take another sip of your drink, the condensation now a puddle in your palm. You don't dare look at him, afraid of what he might see in your eyes.

Jack nods, sipping his own drink. The ice clinks against the glass, the only sound in the room aside from the muffled rain. His eyes don't leave the TV either, but you can feel the weight of his gaze, as if he's trying to peer through the screen and into your soul.

You both watch the muted images play out, the colors and movement a silent backdrop to your thoughts. The unspoken tension between you is palpable, like the charge in the air before a storm. You're aware of every breath he takes, every shift in his posture.

The TV show reaches a commercial break, and the sudden silence feels deafening. The rain outside has slowed to a soft patter, as if it too is holding its breath, waiting for you to speak. You decide to change the subject, hoping to diffuse the situation.

"How was practice?" you ask, turning to face him. His eyes light up, and for a moment, you forget about the unspoken confessions hovering above you.

Jack leans back into the couch, his biceps flexing beneath his damp shirt. "It was good," he says, a proud grin spreading across his face. "I've been working on that backhand slice you suggested."

You can't help but feel a warmth in your chest at his words. You've been Jack's unofficial coach for years, offering advice and encouragement through every match and training session. It's one of the many things that has brought you close, forming a bond that's as strong as the strings on his tennis racket.

"Really?" you ask, genuinely interested. "How's it coming along?"

Jack's smile widens, and he leans in closer, his excitement evident. "It's getting there. Trot said I've got a natural flair for it." His eyes sparkle, and you find yourself smiling back, unable to resist his enthusiasm.

"That's great," you say, trying to ignore the way your heart races. You take another sip of your drink, the cold liquid doing little to quench the heat rising in your cheeks. You focus on the TV, where a commercial for a new sports drink is playing.

Jack's hand rests on the armrest between you, his thumb tapping a rhythm that matches the beat of the commercial jingle. His eyes don't leave yours as he speaks. "You know, I couldn't have done it without you." His voice is soft, and for a second, you wonder if he's referring to more than just tennis.

The room feels smaller, the air charged with something unspoken. You swallow hard, the ice in your drink now a lump in your throat. "Jack, I'm happy to help," you reply, hoping your voice doesn't betray the tumult of emotions churning within you.

Jack's hand stops tapping, and he leans in closer still. "I know you are," he says, his voice low and earnest. "But it's more than that. You're always there for me, through the wins and the losses. You're…" He trails off, his gaze dropping to his lap. "You're just… incredible."

You feel your cheeks burn, and you take a deep breath, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickens. You want to tell him the truth, but the words are lodged in your throat like a mouthful of dry toast. Instead, you murmur a soft, "Thanks, Jack."

He nods, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, you think he's going to lean in even closer. But then, the door to the apartment swings open, and a burst of cold, wet air fills the room as your roommate, Lena, stomps in, shaking off her umbrella.

"Hey, you two," she says, her voice cheerful despite the dreary weather. She kicks off her shoes, and they land with a wet smack on the floor. She doesn't seem to notice the tension as she makes her way to the kitchen, tossing her soaked jacket over a chair.

Jack's eyes don't leave yours, and you can see the unspoken question in them. You look away, pretending to be engrossed in the TV again. The commercial is over, and the show has resumed, but you can't focus on the plot. Your mind is racing with the conversation that almost was.

Lena's footsteps approach, her laughter bubbling as she recounts her soggy commute. You force a chuckle, grateful for the interruption. She flops down on the couch beside you, her arm brushing against Jack's. The contact seems to jolt him out of his trance, and he clears his throat, shifting in his seat.

"How was your day?" Lena asks, peeling off her rain-soaked socks and wriggling her toes. The mood in the room shifts, the heaviness lifting like the fog outside.

Jack clears his throat, breaking the silence. "It was good, thanks. Got some solid practice in." He takes a long pull from his drink, his eyes flicking to you briefly before returning to the TV.

Lena looks between you both, her gaze sharp. She's known you for long enough to sense the undercurrents of tension, but she doesn't pry. Instead, she starts chattering about her own day, filling the space with stories of office drama and a new coffee shop she discovered. You listen, nodding along, trying to ignore the way your thoughts keep circling back to Jack's confession.

The rain picks up again, the drops now beating a staccato rhythm against the glass. It's a sound that usually soothes you, but today it feels like a drumroll to something you're not ready to face. You're lost in your own world, until Lena's phone buzzes with a notification. She glances at the screen, her eyes widening.

"Oh my God, you guys aren't going to believe this," she says, excitement bubbling in her voice. She holds up her phone, showing you a picture of the person you've been pining over. "Guess who I just saw at the coffee shop?"

Jack tenses beside you, his gaze flicking from Lena to the phone screen and back to you. You can almost hear his heart cracking like the thunder outside. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable. "Let me guess," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "It's him."

Lena nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yeah, he looked amazing. And guess what? He asked about you!" She nudges you playfully, oblivious to the minefield she's just stepped into.

Jack's expression falters, the smile slipping from his face like rain off a leaf. You feel a twinge of guilt, knowing you should tell him the truth, but the words are stuck in your throat, heavy as the raindrops on the window.

"Oh?" you manage to say, feigning nonchalance. "What did he say?"

Lena's grin grows. "He wanted to know if you were free tonight. He's playing in a charity event at the local club and asked if you'd like to come watch. Maybe grab dinner after?"

Jack's hand clenches around his drink, the knuckles turning white. The air in the room is thick with the scent of rain and unspoken truths. You can see the hope in his eyes flicker and die, like a candle in a storm.

"Wow," you murmur, trying to keep your voice even. "That's… really nice of him." You take a deep breath, the anticipation of finally seeing the person you love mixing with the dread of what you need to do next.

Jack's eyes never leave yours, the pain in them as palpable as the dampness in the room. "Sounds like fun," he says, his voice strained. "You should totally go."

You nod, feeling the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing down on you like the rain outside. "Yeah, I think I will." The words are out before you can reconsiders the implications of what you're saying. You can't help but feel like you're betraying him, even though he's the one with the crush.

Jack forces a smile, his eyes never leaving yours. "That's great," he says, his voice tight. "I'm happy for you." But the sadness in his eyes tells a different story.

You stand up, the couch cushion sighing with relief as you do. The rain outside seems to echo your mood, growing more intense with each passing moment. "I'd better get ready," you murmur, heading towards your room. You can feel his gaze on your back, a heavy weight that makes each step feel like you're wading through quicksand.

The door clicks shut behind you, and you lean against it, your heart hammering in your chest. You look around your small, cluttered space, the posters of your favorite bands and the few plants you manage to keep alive seeming to judge you silently. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before you face the mirror.

Your reflection stares back at you, eyes filled with a mix of excitement and dread. You know that tonight could be the start of something amazing with the person you've been longing for, but it also means potentially losing the friendship with Jack that's been your rock for so long.

You start to get ready, the sound of the shower drowning out the rain's relentless tapping. The water is hot, almost scalding, as if trying to wash away the guilt that clings to your skin. You dress carefully, choosing an outfit that's both comfortable and flattering, hoping to make a good impression.

When you emerge from the bathroom, Jack is sitting on your bed, his elbows resting on his knees. He looks up as you enter, his expression unreadable. "You're going to be late," he says, his voice flat.

You nod, your stomach in knots. "I know." You sit down next to him, feeling the warmth of his body so close to yours. The scent of his aftershave fills the space between you, making it hard to think. "Jack, I need to tell you something."

He looks at you, his eyes searching. "What is it?"

You take a deep breath, the words you've been holding in for so long now bubbling to the surface like a shaken bottle of soda. "I know you have feelings for me," you start, your voice trembling slightly. "And I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way."

Jack's expression doesn't change, but you can see the sadness deepen in his eyes. He nods slowly, as if he's been expecting this moment. "It's okay," he says, his voice a whisper. "I had a feeling."

You can't help but feel like you're about to shatter the only thing that's kept you both afloat in the sea of unrequited love. "I don't want to lose you," you blurt out, your heart in your throat. "You're one of the most important people in my life."

Jack nods again, his eyes never leaving yours. "I know," he repeats, his voice a little stronger now. "And I don't want to lose you either." He pauses, his thumb tracing the seam of his jeans. "But if being with him makes you happy, then I'll deal with it."

You can see the effort it takes for him to smile, the way his eyes don't quite crinkle at the corners like they do when he's truly happy. You want to reach out, to hug him and apologize, but you know it won't change anything. Instead, you give him a small, sad smile in return.

"Thank you," you murmur, the words feeling inadequate. You stand up, your legs wobbly like a newborn foal's. "I'll be back soon."

Jack nods, the sadness in his eyes unmistakable. "Take your time," he says, his voice a little too bright. "And be happy."

You nod, the lump in your throat growing. You grab your keys and phone, slipping into your shoes by the door. The rain outside seems to mirror the turmoil inside the apartment. As you step into the hallway, you take one last look back at Jack, who's still sitting on your bed, staring at the floor.

[gracieart]

You’re seriously going to take drawing requests from A Court of Thought?!? Someone who routinely lies, gaslights, bullies, and blocks Elriels? You were truly one of my fave people on this platform but watching you pander to Eluciens…whew, the respect I’ve lost.

Hello anon. I seem to have upset another one of you.

First and foremost, I am going to draw whatever I want and I'm not going to apologize to you. Let me just get that out in the air.

And for now, we are just going to ignore how you seem entitled to me, my art, my free time, and what I decide to do so we can quickly address your concern here.

I want to preface this by saying I sat on this ask for hours because I was genuinely so confused where this came from. I literally had no idea what you were referring to. I thought ‘A Court of Thought’ was you trying to criticize me for taking art prompts for A Court of Thorns and Roses and that you were saying I do all those things you mention. Which, as you can imagine, made me very sad.

But it finally dawned on me (after one of my friends pointed it out to me) that you were referring to the comment I replied to from the blog ACourtofThought.

After that realization, your comment started to make sense… for the most part.

Now, I have never once spoken to or even heard of this person before they commented on one of my posts. I know absolutely nothing about them. I’ve never even seen one of their posts. But if what you say is true, then you should know there is no possible way I could have even heard of them before, as I have a long list of anti tags blocked and have a strict no negativity policy on all my blogs. If you knew me at all, or if I was one of your favorite people on this platform, as you claim, then you should know that about me at the very least. I make it very very clear I do not deal with that kind of negativity.

And you know, not everyone in this fandom chooses to surround themselves with negativity. I hope you free yourself from this, truly.

I am not upset that you talked down to me, hurt my feelings, and insulted me. No, I’m mostly upset about the fact that you immediately jumped to the worst conclusions about me. The fact is I simply replied to a nice comment I saw on a post I made. That’s it. You saw that and thought “Wow, this woman is siding with this person I really dislike. And she obviously knows exactly who this person is and why I dislike them so much. So how dare she!”

…That is what you thought, am I wrong?

This is unwarranted and out of context. I am not “pandering” to Eluciens. I was simply asking my very kind mutuals, who happen to like that ship, if they had any prompts they wanted me to draw. And I tagged Elucien in that post so it reached other people. I have so many nice and genuine friends on here who ship all kinds of things, and I want to create something that makes them happy too. Is that a crime?

What if I told you I’m the exact same person I’ve always been? What if I told you that all the while I’ve been one of your “favorite people on this platform,” I’ve been doodling Elucien for some of my longest friends. Would you still have had any respect for me left to lose if you knew that all along?

I won’t talk about the ships here. If you want to know about that, go see my response to the other ask I answered yesterday.

When I first saw this ask, I’ll admit it upset me very much. So much so that I couldn’t get anything done for most of the day because I was so sad that someone would say something like this to me. But I’ve had a whole day to think about this, and I’ve come to one conclusion: I really don’t think you had much respect for me to begin with if you are so quick to turn around and talk down to me and insult me after I seemingly did something to offend you.

And if I did offend you, you could have easily just unfollowed me and moved on. But… you chose to go out of your way to insult me. Why?

I am sorry you are stuck in a place where you feel like you have to assume the worst of people. I’m sorry you have found yourself surrounded with so much negativity in this fandom. Fandom is a place for people to come together because they enjoy something, and I am truly sorry you’ve fallen into the part of the fandom that doesn’t comprehend that.

I’ll never begin to understand why people can’t see that kindness is so much easier. But at least I have a lovely circle of friends on here I can fall back on. Friends who have different opinions, who ship different things, or like other stuff. Friends who are in a completely different circle, but are the kindest, most compassionate people I’ve ever met.

Anon, I truly wish for you to find that for yourself. Try surrounding yourself with kind people who like different things. You will be so much happier. Trust me. There are so many nice people out there once you step outside your own circle.

[12romy]

Hi Romy

This request is so random & slightly chaotic and I’m not sure if you still doing one-shots & requests but here goes nothing…

I have a one-shot prompt. 

Imagine Lewis & Charles are secretly married and they have a baby/young child (probably around 2/3 so that it corresponds with Charles age) who decided that after both his dads got a podium he wanted to be their to see them in the podium and with his granddad Anthony he run to them at parc ferme with no regards to the fact that their family dynamic is a secret🙃😅

Hi Anon!!!! What a lovely ask, thank you so much!!! I had so much fun writing this one ❤️❤️❤️

I ended up making it a slightly future fic, so this happens in 2027!

chewis kid fic/coming out~

Enjoy ^^

The second Charles took off his helmet, he heard a very familiar voice calling him, and for a second, his brain couldn't compute hearing his son scream "Papa" and standing in the parc ferme. Those were two elements that should never have met.

He snapped his head toward the voice and saw his son slip easily through the barriers and run toward him. He crouched down to catch the small kid running to him and stood up again with him secured in his arms.

"Leon, what are you doing here?" he exclaimed, finally taking in all the cameras aimed at them.

Well, fuck.

"You won!" his son exclaimed cheerfully as if it explained everything.

"And where's Grandpa? Did you run off? He must be so worried!"

Leon wasn't paying attention, however. Lewis had just popped into sight, taking off his helmet, and Charles didn't have time to do anything before Leon yelled a loud "Daddy!" extending his arms toward his father.

Lewis, just like Charles, needed a double take.

"Papa beat you!" Leon continued cheerfully as Lewis got close. Charles exchanged a worried look with him, and Lewis gave a powerless shrug.

"Yes, he did," he said, a soft smile on his lips as he looked at Charles before sobering up. "Leon, what did we say about the cameras?"

"Hmmmm, stay away?" the little boy tried with a small voice, burying his face against Charles' neck to hide from the scolding tone of his father.

"Exactly, you have to stay away from the cameras, buddy," Lewis continued, trying not to sound too stressed.

The crowd was getting agitated, and Charles could tell Lewis was losing patience.

"I swear, he gets that from you," Lewis continued to rant. "Always so reckless!"

"What?" Charles frowned. "Yeah well, your dad was supposed to look after him!"

"Don't drag my dad into this because your son-"

"My son? Oh yeah, sure, he's my son when he's misbehaving, but he's your son when he wins his first karting race? Remind me who said he could ask for whatever he wanted as a reward. I was against taking him here today!"

"I promised! I couldn't break a promise, and it's Silverstone, it's his favourite race! And you know he's been dying to come for ages-"

"Papa, Daddy, don't fight!" Leon cried out, sobbing, which was terribly efficient in shutting them both up.

"Oh, hey, no, mon coeur, don't cry!" Charles exclaimed. "Shh, it's okay, this is just a bit of a stressful moment..."

Lewis had stepped closer to embrace them both and calm their son. Charles noted distractingly that the crowd was going wild, but from the sound of it, they seemed to be cheering rather than booing. 

"Sorry for shouting, little one..." Lewis mumbled.

"I'm not little," he sniffled. "I'm four and a half, I'm big! Lila is the baby, not me!"

"Sorry, I know," Lewis chuckled, kissing the top of his head and his dark curls. "My big boy."

"At least, Lila is not running around the paddock, spilling our family secret," Charles rolled his eyes.

"Papa, you're silly! Lila can't walk yet," Leon giggled, correcting him.

His dimples were showing.

Someone cleared his throat behind them, and they turned to find themselves facing Nico Rosberg and Arthur Leclerc.

"Tonton!" Leon exclaimed, switching to French, wriggling out of Charles' arms to run to Arthur.

"Alaïa was very sad not to be able to babysit you this weekend," Nico said gently, ruffling his hair. Leon took a sad expression - he had a cute little crush on the teenage girl, something that Charles found hilarious, and Lewis, absolutely dreadful.

"I'm still waiting for you to congratulate me on my podium, you little monster! " Arthur smiled, scooping him up in his arms, and Leon kissed his cheek. "How about we let your dads do their interviews, huh? Bet they have a loooot of things to say."

Charles sighed. It really wasn't how they had planned on coming out - actually, they hadn't planned anything, assuming they would take care of it once they'd both retired.

"Fine," he grumbled and snatched the mic from this brother's hand.

"Let's just do this one together," Lewis said, getting closer to Charles and putting a hand around his waist. Charles blushed, unused to the PDA after years of hiding - and despite eight years of marriage, he was still sensitive to every little attention from Lewis.

Nico's blinding smile was slightly unnerving. He was awfully smug to be the one to conduct that particular interview.

Charles smiled the entire time. Now they would be able to wear their rings without hiding.

[tonberry-yoda]

I saw that your requests were open and Im taking full advantage because of a dream I had. OKAY HEAR ME OUT- fem reader or gn reader whichever works best for you, platonic ofc The reader gets thrown into the whole SDC adventure and everyone lives! However the crusaders find out LAST MINUTE at the airport that the reader actually has NO WHERE to go. Something along the lines of Joseph asking "Hey Kiddo .. where do you need a ticket too?" And the reader was like "huh, oh idk whatever is cheapest" and the crusaders are like ????? "what the fuck" After asking the reader more questions because and also scolding them bc like "why didn't you tell us during the ENTIRE trip??" and the reader is like actually shocked and expressed they weren't expecting anyone to care, from the get-go, through everything, was expecting to have to move on even if they didn't want to? For this scenario Avdol and Joseph are hurt for the reader, but Avdol the most.. maybe you can fill in the blanks but in the end Avdol straight up adopts the reader?? Im a HUGE sucker for parental avdol bc he's literally the perfect Dad. Maybe bonus points if you include everyone's reactions? I can imagine all of them being shocked, sad for their friend who went through hell just to not have anywhere to go after that. ITS LIKE A LOT OF ANGST BUT WITH SOME SWEET MOMENTS AND A HAPPY ENDING

oh my goodness this idea is literally SO AMAZING! like, best dream ever! i love these everyone lives AUs, they make my soul sing! and seriously, the platonic reader is my favorite, so this request was literally perfect! thanks so much for the request anon! sorry if it took a while!

SDC with a f!reader who doesnt have a home to go to (platonic)

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 765

Notes - again, i loved this so much! i had a blast writing it and i really hope you enjoy it anon and have a great day!!! <3 also, i have one more request before i open requests again yay!!!!! <333 (image not mine)

You hugged onto Avdol’s arm knowing that it would probably be your last moments with him before moving on.

You were nothing but thankful for the Stardust Crusaders. They found you at a time in need. When you could’ve possibly been overtaken by DIO, they were right there, ready to help you and even willing to let you join. They meant the world to you. For the first time in your life, you felt like you had a home.

You looked up to everyone. They were all so strong. Without them, you wouldn't have the smile on your face like you did in Egypt. Even through the long and hard journey, they were right there with you helping you and leading the way for you to succeed and be happy.

“Alright kiddo, let me buy you a ticket,” Joseph whipped out his wallet and turned to you. “Where’s home for you?”

“Oh,” you let go of Avdol and looked at the flights they had available. “I don't really care, Joseph, just buy me whatever’s cheapest.”

Joseph let out a laugh. “Seriously kid, I'm not worried about the price! Where do you need to go?”

“I don't mind. Just ship me off to wherever.” You knew it was your last moments with them and you didn't want to get all sappy, so you hoped Joseph would just buy whatever so you can move on without a sob story even though you really felt like you should.

“What’s going on?” Kakyoin walked up and wrapped his arm around you.

Joseph turned to him and pinched the bridge of his nose. “y/n won't tell me where she needs to go.”

“y/n,” you turned to Jotaro who walked up to you, putting his hands in his pockets. “Do you even have anywhere to go?”

You couldn't help but tear up. “N-No… not really.”

Everyone turned to you, Avdol with tears in his eyes. “WHAT?!”

You shrugged and sat on the nearest bench. “Sorry I didn't tell you guys before… I just… I felt so at home with you guys that I didn't even think to tell you that I actually don't have a home. DIO gave me more of a home than I ever was in before and that says a lot.”

“Mon chéri!" Polnareff ran up to you and grabbed your chin softly. “Were you just afraid to tell us?”

You shrugged and hugged your knees. “I-I guess. I just… I didn't want to be taken away from you guys. And now we’re in the airport way sooner than I thought we would be and I don't want to go anywhere. I mean… I do, but I don't want to be alone again.”

Polnareff rubbed your back while Kakyoin was giving you example’s of places to live. Iggy licked your leg and Jotaro was agreeing with Kakyoin. All the while, Joseph and Avdol were trying to figure something out.

“y/n can't just live all by herself, Joseph!” Avdol didn't mind that there were tears running down his cheeks. “After all we have been through!”

“I mean, I can't take her because I have so much to deal with already! And I know that Jotaro and Kakyoin can't because they're so young. What about Polnareff?”

“I don't know. I think Polnareff needs some alone time after all of that. Plus, he’s adopted Iggy.”

“What about you, Avdol?”

The tears that once filled Avdol’s eyes stopped. “M-Me?”

“Yes you! You’re like a father to that girl!”

“But I-”

“Avdol,” Joseph placed his hand on Avdol’s shoulder, smiling at him. “I know you can do it.”

“You really think so?”

“I do.”

“I mean, Japan is super nice, but I've heard it’s a pretty difficult language to learn if you didn't grow up speaking it,” Kakyoin was still going on about the places you could move to when Avdol walked up. “And there’s also- Oh! Avdol! Have you figured out something for y/n?”

Avdol smiled and grabbed your hand. “y/n?”

“Y-Yeah?” Your dirt and tears stained face that smiled at him made Avdol know that he was making the right decision.

“Would you like to live with me?”

“L-Live with you?” Your eyes were glittering with tears.

“Yes. I'll adopt you. How does that sound?”

Before Avdol could even process anything, you threw your arms around him and sobbed in his arms. “Of course I want to live with you!!”

Avdol held you close and Joseph bought an extra ticket for you to go with Avdol.

You wouldn't have to worry about being alone any longer.

[dinas-a-bird]

Heyyyy could you write Ellie x fem reader. Reader has an alcohol addiction and Ellie takes her to her first AA meeting? Ive been sober for a year today and its been rough and Ellie being a supportive gf is all anyone really wants :) if you dont feel comfortable writing it I fully understand

thank youuu :)

I'm really proud of you for being sober for one year thats amazing!!! I've struggled with addiction myself so I get how hard even getting to one year is. This ones for you my lovely anon 🥰

Breaking the Chain

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Warnings: alcoholism, addiction, fluff, Ellie being a good gf, modern AU

Summary: Ellie takes you to AA

Word Count: 784

A/N: Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you anon for the request!

Ellie and you had been dating for roughly three years, and you had just moved in together last week. Ellie knew that you enjoyed a drink or two, during dinner, parties, or just when relaxing, but it wasn't until you started living together that she realized how much you relied on alcohol to cope with stress and anxiety.

Ellie started to worry about your drinking quickly, so she brought it up with you. At first, you were defensive and dismissive, saying that you had everything under control. But it soon became clear that you didn't.

One night, you came home late from work, clearly drunk. Stumbling through the kitchen, knocking over a chair, you went to hug your girlfriend, Ellie could smell the alcohol on your breath.

She’s had enough.

"We need to talk," she says, pushing you off of her.

You sigh, clumsily picking up the collapsed chair and sitting down. "I know," you said. "I've been trying to quit, but it's harder than I imagined."

Ellie kneels down in front of you. "I'm here for you," she softly rests her hand on your knee. "We can do this together."

You hang your head. "I want to quit," you whisper. "I really do. But every time I try, I end up drinking again."

Ellie sees a tear fall from your eye. She knows that you're struggling, and she wants to help.

"Have you ever thought about going to Alcoholics Anonymous?" she asks.

You look up at her skeptically. "I don't know about that," you say. "I don't want to be one of those people who go to meetings all the time."

She lightly rubs your knee, "It's worth a try," she says. "It's a safe space where you can talk about your struggles and get support from people who understand what you're going through."

You think about it for a moment. "Okay," you finally say. "I'll go to one meeting with you, but that's it."

Ellie smiles. "That's all I'm asking for.”

The next week, you and Ellie head off to your first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting together. As you walk into the small, dimly lit room, you feel your nerves building. You don’t know what to expect, and you weren't sure if you were ready to open up about your struggles with addiction.

The group leader welcomes everyone and explains how the meeting is going to work. Then, she invites the attendees to introduce themselves and share their stories.

One by one, people stand up and talk about their experiences. Some had been sober for years, while others were new to the program. You listened carefully, feeling a sense of belonging with the other attendees.

When it is your turn to speak, you stand up slowly, taking a deep breath and looking around the room. "Hi, my name is y/n, and I'm an alcoholic.”

The words feel heavy in your mouth, but you managed to push through. “I have been drinking for as long as I can remember.” you take a deep breath before continuing. “It started with a few drinks after work, just to take the edge off. But before I knew it the few drinks after work turned into a few drinks too many, and then I couldn’t get through the day without the alcohol.”

Looking to your left you see Ellie with a sad smile on her face, she reaches up and takes your hand. You smile down at her before continuing. “I have tried to quit on my own… although it never lasted long… The cravings would come back, stronger and I would give in, telling myself that just… one more drink wouldn’t hurt.” Ellie softly squeezes your hand. “But it did hurt, not only me but my girlfriend. She would come home to me drunk on the couch and I could see the pain she held as she watched me slowly disappear due to my addiction.” Swallowing the lump in your throat you look down at your feet, “They say the first step is realizing you have a problem… I have a problem… and I want to try to get sober”

When the meeting was over, Ellie and you stayed behind to chat with some of the other attendees. You exchanged phone numbers and email addresses, you even found a sponsor, a guy named Jesse.

As you walk out of the meeting with Ellie, you feel a weight lifting off your shoulders. You turn to Ellie, "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad we went to that meeting together.”

Ellie smiles softly, giving you a kiss. "I'm proud of you," she leans into your side. "And I'm here for you every step of the way."