#no but I was laughing so hard while changing him bc the teacher was helping me and she was gagging so hard and had silent tears rolling 😂

[a-concert-just-for-me]

First day of spEd assisting went pretty well, all things considered. I am exhausted though. Lots and lots of chasing around kids. Hopefully once we get their routine established, they will learn to stay in one area at a time and have less trouble with transitions.

Fun fact: I also have the kids’ verbal stimming stuck in my head on loop, so that’s fun 😅 (It’s a constant stream “mmmmmmmm” and a “it’s a farm animal!!” going on in my brain 😖)

[specialagentlokitty]

Hannibal lector x teen!reader - I would notice

Is it possible to have a continuation of 'i would notice'? Bc that fic was scrumptious and I need to see reader happy and healthy with Hannibal 😭 - Anon💜

Part two:

You resumed your therapy on a non official basis, your parents weren’t billed for the sessions like usual, Hannibal would make the time to either go to your school, your home or occasionally to some cafe.

Hannibal had come to the agreement with you that he would meet you twice a week, and if you felt the thoughts getting the better of you then you would call him no matter the time of day.

He also insisted on checking your arms for any injuries and relied on you to tell him the truth about if you had inflicted any wounds elsewhere.

You were laid upside down on your couch while Hannibal read over the letter that you had given him.

“You refuse to go to your progression meeting? Think about college or university?” He asked.

“I don’t see the point, plus the letter insists on bringing my parent or parents with me and yeah considering they’re in a whole different country that might be a bit hard.”

He hummed a little bit, setting the letter down and he looked at you.

“Do sit up, all that blood rushing directly to your brain won’t do you any good.”

You sighed, swinging yourself back around so you were sitting up.

“Are you interested in perusing a higher education?”

“I haven’t really thought about it I guess…”

“You hadn’t thought about making it past your teenage years?”

You shook your head and he nodded in understanding.

“Well, we have some time, why don’t you take a moment to think about this. What do you want to do in your life?”

You went quiet as you thought about his question.

“I guess I want to help people somehow.”

“A doctor? A therapist?”

You shook your head.

“No. There jobs my parents want me to have, I don’t want them.”

“Well, perhaps you should consider going to this meeting, see what your options are based on your grades at the moment.”

“No thanks, I’ll pass.”

Hannibal sighed heavily.

“Will you attend this meeting if I were to ask nicely?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll be the only student there without a parent or guardian, that’s gonna make me the laughing stock of my whole grade.”

“Just consider it, I would like you to go there tomorrow, trust me.”

Hannibal checked his watch and stood up.

“I have an appointment soon, so I must be going but do consider staying for the meeting for me, see what options there are available for your future.”

You got up to see him out, but never gave him a response.

You were supposed to still be on summer break, but you found yourself wondering the school halls as you debated actually going to this meeting.

It was supposed to be the last one before senior year, anybody who hadn’t gone to any of the meetings were going to start getting pulled aside in following year.

The meeting would help clear up some doubts you were having on your future and you knew that, but you didn’t want to go alone, so you closed your locker.

You began making your way towards the exit, and last minute changed your course to step into the classroom where other students and parents were.

“Well, look who finally came. I was hoping you would.” Your teacher smiled.

You gave a small smile back, walking over.

“Hey Daniels, I was wondering if maybe I could just get a few leaflets and go.”

He nodded, picking up a few leaflets and some other things.

“Take it I can’t encourage you to stay?” He asked.

“Nah, plus it looks like you’ve got a pretty full room anyways.”

He chuckled a little.

“All last minute, just like you. But you’ve still got time to decide so don’t panic about it.”

“I won’t, thanks.”

You stuffed them into your bag and swung it over your shoulder, turning to head to the door and you nearly collided with someone walking through.

“I hope I’m not late, there was a great deal of traffic on the way here.”

You took a few steps back.

“Doctor lector?”

He smiled as he saw you, taking his scarf off.

“You came, although I assume I caught you just as you were leaving?”

You nodded.

“Well, since we’re both here why don’t we take a seat?”

You sat at the back of the classroom with him, setting all the leaflets you had gotten on the table.

“Have you thought about how far you want to travel?” Hannibal asked.

“I don’t really want to go too far, I want to stay somewhere semi familiar.”

“Alright, in that case we’ll take these ones away.”

He took a few of the leaflets away, and picked up one of the others, talking you though it and comparing all of the colleges and universities for you.

“Well, you are interested in animals, perhaps something in that industry?”

You gasped, lightly hitting the table a few times in excitement.

“Zookeeper!! Or.. or.. or ranch owner!” You whisper yelled.

Hannibal chuckled a little, smiling softly at you, and he set a couple of leaflets down in the table for you.

“Well, you still have your senior year ahead of you, but perhaps we can think of visiting a few of these universities, see what they have to offer for you.”

“Aren’t you like real busy or something?”

“I do have spare time, if need be I can make the time.”

You nodded a little bit, looking through one of the leaflets, showing him one of the pictures.

“This one has monkeys, and it’s near a zoo I could do work experience.”

“Well then, I think we should arrange a visit to this university and see all they have to offer, don’t you?”

You quickly nodded your head.

“How do we do that?”

“I’ll handle all of that no need to worry at all.”

You smiled a little at him, and you pulled another bit of paper from your bag, handing it over to him.

“What’s this?”

“Well, we get to decorate our parking spots, this is what I wanna do with mine.”

“This will take you all day.”

“Yup!”

You beamed at Hannibal and he handed the paper back to you, gesturing to the front of the room so you could pay attention.

When the meeting was over, Hannibal dropped you off back home.

“Shall I meet you here tomorrow?” Hannibal asked.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ll see you next week doctor Lector, and I uh.. thank you for coming to the meeting.”

He smiled at you, making his way back to his car.

You wanted to get an early start on decorating your parking space, and you placed a sheet down that you could sit while you did it.

It was still early in the day, there weren’t many students there, but all of them were doing the same thing as you, getting an early start.

You were sitting with headphones on while you worked, but you did notice a shadow over you, so you tilted your head up.

“Doctor lector!”

You smiled, pushing your headphones down and you moved over so he could sit next to you.

“I happened to find myself with the day free, so I thought I would come check on your progress.”

“I’ve got to wait for the top to dry, so I’m working on the background for now.”

Hannibal nodded his head, and he looked at the paints that you were using.

“You’ve changed your idea a little bit.”

“Yeah, I thought a forest scene would be a lot nicer you know?”

He hummed a little bit, handing you a green paint, taking the one you already had next to you.

“Try this one, it would capture the essence of the pine trees, make them look more alive.”

“I didn’t think of that.”

You changed the shade of green you were using, and Hannibal took a paintbrush to help you, following the outline that you had made.

“Do you paint or something doctor lector?”

“I believe everybody should divulge into the arts in some way another, it can help clear one’s mind, find them peace.”

You nodded your head.

“You seemed to be rather adepts at painting.”

“My parents made me take art classes as a kid, I guess I just really enjoyed it because I kept painting. I lost interest a while back, but I thought maybe I should pick it up again.”

“Why was that?”

“You.”

“Me?”

Hannibal looked at you slightly confused and you smiled a little at him.

“Yeah, you taught me it was important to keep my interests, especially if I want to clear my mind. Painting really helps.”

“And visiting the pet store?”

“They have really cute puppies?” You grinned a little.

Hannibal chuckled, and he smiled at you, turning his attention back to the painting.

“I am glad to see that you’re becoming much happier, have you considered getting a pet? For company that is, that way you are not alone.”

“I was thinking about it, but I don’t know, I don’t wanna buy one you know?”

“Have you thought about adopting one? I have a friend who has done the same, I could ask him to come with us if you’d like?”

“Yeah! Oh my god I want to find a really adorable dog!”

Hannibal chuckled again.

“Well, considered it settled then. I shall get into contact with Will, I’ll arrange a date and a time, we will go to a few rescues until you find a perfect dog.”

You and Hannibal carried on working on your parking spot, he showed you how to blend the colours to look more natural, and he did the more intricate details for you.

When you were finished you put your hand into the paint tin, and you pulled it out, grinning at him.

“What are you planning?” He mused.

You stamped your hand on the bottom of your parking space, and wrote you name underneath, then wiped your hand on your jeans.

“(Y/N), don’t do that come now, you’ll never get that out.”

Hannibal handed you a cloth, and you used that instead, just grinning at him.

He stood up, and looked at your forest themed parking spot, trees, birds, blue skies, sunlight through the trees, a stag in the middle of them all, and an owl sitting on the branch.

“Why an owl?” You asked.

“Well, because they protest wisdom, a thing I believe you have a lot off.”

“Haha very funny.”

“It’s true, you’re a smart person (Y/N), with a lot of wonderful ideas for this world, and I for one look forward to seeing you grow into a wonderful adult.”

You smiled at him.

Hannibal gestured to paint.

“May I?”

You nodded and he brushed some paint on to his hand, and he printed his hand print next to yours, signing his name underneath.

He cleaned his hand on a cloth, and he stood next to you.

“Now this is truly a work of art.” He said.

“Can we go look at dogs now?”

“Well, everywhere is closed to the public, however Will has agreed for you to come to his home and meet his dogs, would you be alright with that?”

You quickly nodded your head and rushed to pack everything away.

“Careful now, we don’t want to ruin your hard work, you spent all day on that.”

“Right! Right! Carefully.”

Hannibal helped you out everything into your car.

“Go home and change, I’ll be there shortly to come get you.”

You beamed brightly from ear to ear and he smiled at you, opening your car door so you could get in.

You drove back home to wash the pain off and change into some fresh clothes, and you were practically bouncing with happiness as you waited for Hannibal to come back.

The moment you saw his car you were running down the driveway, and he chuckled, getting out of his car to open the passenger door for you.

“Does Will have a lot of dogs? Can we get them treats?”

You carried on rambling questions for him, and he just smiled, finally seeing you with a spark of life, a spark of happiness

[dreamersparacosm]

Oh my gosh, the wedding and pregnancy drabbles are gorgeous! Would you consider writing one about the day Austin and reader's baby is born, and the first hours post birth? 👶🙃

september 6th - austin butler

note ; aw stop ur too sweet im blushing… but father!austin truly sends me to another dimension bc i just know he would be the best father on the planet and spoil his daughter or son and he would be so overprotective AH skdjdjdk

warnings ; literally none. this man is an angel

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

austin had always wondered why people thought ‘daddy and me’ classes were useful. he thought they were full of people who tried too hard. it reminded him of school, and all those parents in there were teachers pet. it was not his forte. but, somehow, he still found himself perched in a toddler-sized chair for the 5:30 p.m class of ‘daddy and me’ every thursday for 6 weeks. how was he convinced? well, that would be his needy and persistent wife.

at least now he knew how to change a diaper.

he had returned home from one of these classes on a typical thursday evening, joining you as you laid on the couch. he enjoyed these mundane things with you; being an actor made him feel as though he shouldn’t be allowed to partake in the little things in life. but, sitting there with your feet propped up on his legs as he massaged them was the greatest joy he could ever experience.

it had started when you sat up, trying to readjust yourself. you thought the sharp pain was just a cramp, nothing more. you weren’t due for another two weeks. however, the consistent stab of pain was enough cause for concern. austin, to put it nicely, was shitting himself. you groaned out, “i think it’s time,” and he nearly felt his eyes fall out of their sockets.

he knew better, though. he had to remain calm, because you were also going to freak out if he did. he scooped up the hospital bag that has been prepared weeks in advance, helping you out into the mid-sized car he had picked out with you a few months ago. he was in a haze, trying not to forget anything while also simultaneously not having a heart attack.

the cramps had continued, announcing their presence even stronger than the last. nothing would have prepared you for the pain you were feeling. austin felt guilty, knowing one drunken night of getting carried away had caused this for you. that guilt still hadn’t subsided when you made it into the hospital bed, claiming you were never having sex again.

he was at your beck and call, running around the hospital like a lunatic. doctors raised eyebrows at your frazzled husband, who ran up 14 flights of stairs to get you those ice chips you so desperately needed. he even fought the nurse who wasn’t quick enough to check how dilated you were. your nurse, who had said back in response, “sir, there’s other women here giving birth.”

in which he fired back, “i don’t care. i need you to take care of my babies first.”

somehow, you ended up being more calm than him, the doctors joked as they entered your room. you were in relief when they announced there was a baby to deliver. a 12 hour labor. that’s what you had endured. but, you couldn’t shake the excitement that creeped into your body, rattling your bones and aching your teeth. you were about to meet your baby for the first time.

austin had never gripped your hand tighter, or kissed you as hard before. he wasn’t scared of blood. he was scared of you getting hurt. and the way you screamed as you pushed yours (and his) baby out of you was enough to make him almost collapse. he kissed the top of your head, encouraging you as much as he could. he knew you could do it, you were the strongest person he had ever met.

“it’s a girl!”

the words echoed in his ears. he was a father, that was his baby girl. he cupped your face into your hands, pressing his forehead against yours, “you did it, baby!” you laughed at his words, sighing in relief. somehow, you never thought it would be more possible to love someone more than him. now, you had a bundle of joy.

september 6th. that was your angel’s birthday.

oh, how he had never loved anyone more. holding her fragile body in his arms made him overcome with blissful happiness. he had won oscar’s, he had traveled the world. but nothing, and he truly meant nothing, compared to the way it felt holding his seed in his arms. even after you had gone to sleep, knocked out from the painkillers and exhaustion, he stood by babygirl’s hospital crib, soothing her as she cried. he rocked her back and forth, utilizing everything he learned in that damn ‘daddy and me’ class. “sh, sh, i’ve got ya. i’ve got ya, sweetheart.”

under the moonlight, he had a strike of inspiration. he looked at your baby again. you two hadn’t decided on a name yet, still battling between the list you had made months ago. there was only one name he could think of in that moment. “lori,” he whispered into the room. “your name is lori.”

although he thought you were sound asleep, you smiled with your eyes closed as you heard his gentle words. lori michelle butler, named after his mother.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

keep your ideas coming here!

[dreadsuitsamus]

fuck it just gonna write a little bit about my selfship family with kensei under the cut bc i want to 🤷‍♀️

we end up having four kids, three sons and a daughter. the boys are close in age, with our oldest (dominic) being only three years older than the twins (beck and phoenix). mila came around when the twins were ten, and it was entirely unplanned and unexpected but not unwelcome at all! kensei loves the boys very much, but when our last baby was revealed to be a girl he was happy to have a change of pace. boys are messy 🫠 he spent so long being a boy dad though, that he had no clue how to parent a little girl lol so our little mila has grown up in a very rough and tumble lifestyle, with the boys being rowdy and playful and her father often joining in or even straight up just starting the chaos himself. there are plenty of times where we sit on the couch while kensei and the boys wrestle, but as the energetic little bug she is, she can't help but join in eventually in a vain attempt to save one of her brother's from daddy's clutches. my bastard husband likes to drag me into it too, literally 😵‍💫 fucker will grab my ankle and pull me off the couch, literally no one is safe in our house except for our orange cat julian, though even he usually ends up jumping on top of the pile.

our kids are well behaved and respectful, though rambunctious as all hell. it can be troublesome for me to get them to calm down on my own, though The Look™ usually chills them out. when all else fails, though, kensei's drill sergeant voice booming will get them to pipe down and relax.

dominic, our first born, looks just like kensei, but younger and with freckles. he's tall, has fluffy white/silver hair, though he has heterochromia! one eye is brown, just like kensei's, and the other is blue, like mine. when he was little he had the cutest chubby cheeks, though they quickly went away as he started growing up. he's a spitting image of his father, and i always joke that the one blue eye is just about the only proof i have that he came from me. i'm his favorite parent 🤭 he says that my cuddles are better than his dad's, since kensei is all muscle and i'm like a pillow and blanket combined, since i'm so warm.

beck and phoenix are identical twins, and kensei's genes have once again absolutely steamrolled my own, though mine did fight back more than with dominic. the twins are blond, and that is a win in my eyes!! their eyes are brown and they also end up being quite tall, as kensei is 5'10 and a half (he insists on the half) while i am 5'10 myself. my favorite part about them is just how funny they are. they make kensei laugh so hard he turns red and has to excuse himself to go wipe away his tears 💀 he has never gotten through a parent-teacher conference without laughing at whatever prank they pulled on the class, and the only reason i bring him along to those meetings anymore is so i won't do the laughing myself. kensei can stand their energy more than me, and so they tend to gravitate towards him a little more than me.

mila, my precious, sweet baby girl, is really just all me with her father's hair color and eye shape. and attitude. kensei insists she gets that from me too but i disagree. she has kensei and her brothers wrapped around her finger and i find it quite amusing watching her play them for fools. and that she did get from me. she's her brother's broke best friend, as anytime they go anywhere all she has to do is ask in that sweet little baby voice of hers if she can go too and that's it. they're gone, and so is their allowance and paychecks when they get old enough to work. she's decided when she grows up, she wants to be a lawyer and when she told kensei, he thought about how expensive college would be and asked her why she couldn't be a dumbass like the twins 🤦‍♀️ mila's favorite place to be is between me and kensei, and even at twelve years old she hasn't grown out of that yet, which is perfectly fine with us!

the boys found julian in the backyard one day after kensei had kicked them out of the house so baby mila and i could get some much-needed sleep. he was a small little kitten and when kensei looked into those little dark eyes he was hooked. i'm his favorite and sometimes, he's my favorite too lmao he's not very bright sometimes and is a crazy thing, but the muguruma family is batshit insane so he fits right in.

kensei and i are as close as ever, even with four kids, a cat, and full time jobs for the both of us. we've been through a lot during our marriage, some times darker than others, but the love has never wavered once. we're thick as thieves and it's us against the world, always. we go on two dates a week, and one of our favorite spots is a drive-in movie theater and all we do is makeout in the bed of his truck lmao we haven't actually watched a movie in years. he's got my name tattooed in beautiful cursive on his right hand, but i couldn't tell you the last time he referred to me by my name rather than 'babe', 'babygirl', or 'beautiful'. i just call him ken 💀

[lovebvni]

I’m glad you’re feeling better than yesterday. It’s important to take breaks for your well being.

I haven’t fully shifted but I did have a nightmare, those are always…Fun.

In the nightmare I was in a nothing space, by myself for a while, until I realized I was on a bed that I knew from somewhere but couldn’t remember. I was sitting on it, wondering what was going on, but then he was on the other end of the bed, sitting with his legs crossed. He smiled at me and told me I was taking forever in a joking tone but that he had some ideas. He asked if he could show me one of them. I said yes, and he pulled his shirt off (which felt weird, but not a sexual way). Instead of just his chest, there was an open zipper to his ribcage, but instead of a heart and lungs there was a ball of thread that was wrapped around the bones, too. I was unnerved, and I guess I looked the part because he said ‘This won’t hurt. I promise’. Then he pulled my jacket up, and pulled a zipper I didn’t know I had a quarter down until it got stuck. He said it was good enough for now and tucked his hand under my collarbone to grab one of my threads, then tied it together with one of his own. I was really freaked out at this point, but he didn’t seem alarmed at all. He just looked at the little bow he tied between the two of us and told me not to tug at too much. My eyes followed the thread to his ribcage, but instead of a ball of thread it looked like an actual organ sewn out of thread. I woke up really unnerved.

I hope the nightmare was at least entertaining to read, I was nervous all morning. -Milo

no bc why is this the coolest nightmare i’ve ever read about‼️‼️

i know it must have been scary for you at the MOMENT but if u we’re in my position you’d probably think this is pretty cool too.

(i am trying so hard not to laugh my ass off typing this bc i need to think of this in a non-sexual way but i literally cannot 💀 the mucus in my brain!! “hey baby lemme-“ *takes off shirt seductively* IM SO SORRY SSINDNFNF)

taking ones shirt off can be seen as a sign of vulnerability or allowing oneself to feel weak around others. i feel like he’s almost demonstrating what you need to do for yourself. express weakness within yourself.

him ‘helping you’ do the same thing as him can be seen as a kinda teacher-student moment.

i’m also getting “heart to heart” vibes for some reason. like you need to talk to someone (him) straight up about your feelings. red string of fate thing too. you need to let out your emotions— and not let them control you.

the zipper is stuck because of the fear of getting hurt. you don’t want something that happened in the past (or even a past life?) to happen again. you’re scared. there’s some pent up fear in this dream, but not trying to stop him from touching you (HELP??) is you saying “i want something to change. i want to do something different.”

i feel like now, all you have to do is find out what’s keeping the zipper stuck.

i love you milo!! stay open minded, and allow yourself to experience this! it’s going to be worth it <3

[ughsimpp]

girlyyyyy can you please write a Jongho oneshot?? Okay you and Jongho grew up together and is your neighbor but y’all grew apart bc he got popular and kinda pushed you to the shadows. After a while he realized that he likes you but was unsure if you felt the same bc yall both lost touch. thank you and i love you writing!!! keep it up ❤️

Let’s start over

Words // 3.5k

Genre // Smut

Paring // dom/soft!jongho x f!reader

Disclaimer ⚠️ // childhood bestfriends to lovers, bullying, confession, thick cock, marking, missionary, hard thrust, fingering

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FINALLY A JONGHO STORY!!!✨ I’ve been wanting to write one but i needed an idea so here you go!! 💚 and y’all i made it to 200+ followers!!! thanks you guys!! ❤️

Senior year....people would say to make your last year in high school memorable and to have fun, but not in your case. School was hell. Every time you walked down the halls as you saw people look at you and gave you weird looks like as if you wore your shirt inside out or if you had ketchup on your face. You noticed these things ever since Freshman year but after a while, it didn’t bother you anymore. You only had one year left then it was off to college. At the end of every year, you always had a 4.0 gpa. You applied early to a university and luckily for you, you got accepted to your dream college which was miles away from this shitty town.

Some of your teachers have asked you if you can help tutor some students who had trouble learning. You didn’t mind but it was the fact that it was all mainly Seniors who needed the help for them to graduate. There were a few freshmen’s and sophomores but half of the students you helped were Seniors.

You didn’t have many friends besides Lily, who you became friends with in Art class during freshmen year. She was really open to talk to and the sweetest person to talk to. She moved to a different school but you two still kept in touch. You missed having her around at school, but after graduation you both planned on going to the same university and be roommates.

You made your ways through the hall as the bell ranged. You saw a group of guys coming your way as you tried to ignore them but you failed on not getting noticed. You were stopped by Matthew who was the “leader” of the group. He was team captain of the soccer team and huge dick to so many people. He blocked your way and bend down to look at you. He had that ugly smug face on and pushed your shoulder.

“Where you going dork? I saw you trying to get away from me, well that’s not gonna happen.”

You saw them surround you and began picking at your stuff. They messed up your hair, glasses, threw your books onto the floor and took everything out of your bag. They laughed as they looked down on your trying to pick you things up. The group of guys started to leave as the bell rings. You were busy grabbing your stuff as you noticed someone was still standing in front of you. It was Jongho, Choi Jongho.

He was about to bend down and help you but you quickly stood up. You gave him one more glare and walked to class. You and Jongho used to be good friends when ya'll were kids. Ever since high school started, he became distant and didn’t talk or come over anymore. Whenever Matthew and the other guys would pick on you, he would watch and say nothing. As if he didn’t feel bad about how they treated you.

The bad part was that he was also your neighbor. You and Jongho grew up close together but as soon as 8th grade year ended and freshmen year came, that’s where things all changed. You were treated like trash until Lily came but when she moved away, they began picking on you again. They would flip your books that were in your hands and would say that it was an accident or that it was your fault for being in their way. What really sucked was that Jongho became part of that group. He was in the soccer team and he was really good at playing. You remembered him coming over to your house and showed you his soccer skills. You made your way to class and turned in you homework that was assigned last night.

“Oh y/n, I have a request for you.”

“Yes? What is it?”

“I need you to help out a student of mine that’s failing my class.”

“Oh..who is it?

“Choi Jongho.”

“Mhm? Choi Jongho?”

“Yes...He’s failing History. I’m not suppose to say but he has a 54 in my class and if he don’t get his grade up he won’t be able to play soccer or keep his scholarship.”

“Why don’t he just come to tutoring when I’m helping other students?”

“I’ve been telling him to go but he never shows up. Mid-terms are coming up soon and if he don’t at least make a 80 on it, he’ll fail. So I’m asking you if you can help him out.”

You took a while to think about what she said. Helping or at least talking to him again was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’ll see what I can do..”

“Thank you y/n! You are seriously a lifer saver! I’ll email you what he needs to work on.”

You gave her a soft smile and thought on how you were going to talk to him. It wasn’t like you and Jongho ended on bad term but it just awkward for you both now and since he hanged out with Matthew and his gang now, there was no way you can talk to him after years of not talking.

You received the emails that the teacher sent you and now you had to decided whether when to approach him. After school ended you headed home. You walked passed his house slowly before turning into your driveway. Stopping half way to your house, you walked down the steps and walked to Jongho’s house. You were about to ring the door until you heard your voice being called from behind.

“Y/n?”

You turned around and saw Jongho standing there with his soccer uniform on. He gave you a confused look and set down his duffle bag.

“What brings you here?”

“Oh uhm Ms. Jeon asked me to help...never mind I don’t know why I’m here...”

You were about to leave until he spoke out again.

“Wait, Ms. Jeon asked you to help me for history, didn’t she?”

You nodded a yes.

“I told her that I don’t need help..god damn”

“You have a 54 percent...”

“She even told you? Fuck...”

Jongho groans at the fact that you knew what his grade was and how embarrassing it was. He crouched down and sat on the steps. You walked down and looked at him.

“I can help you...”

“Mhm?..”

“I-..I can help you get your grade up..if you want...”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“It should be fine, I mean you got to graduate right? And keep that scholarship, I think you’ll be able to pass if you focus more.”

“I’ll appreciate that y/n...just let me-”

“Y/n? is that you?!”

You both looked up behind you and saw Jongho’s mom at the door.

“Oh my it is you! Gosh how many years has it been? We live right next door but I barely see you anymore. You must be busy with school but that’s good. You are a smart girl after all, and this one right here is only focus on soccer.”

Mrs. Choi ruffled through Jongho’s hair,

“ahh Mom my hair.”

“Oh gosh what am I gonna do with you. Anyways y/n what are you doing here?”

“Oh..I uh was wondering if Jongho wanted to study together...Mid-terms are coming up and you know it is senior year haha...”

“That wonderful!! It’ll be nice for you both to hangout again.”

“Yes...looking forward to it, so uhm...I’ll see you around Jongho...”

You waved bye to them and went to your house. You rushed upstairs and laid down on the bed. It was nice to see Mrs. Choi again, she still looks the same after 3 years. She was always super sweet to you and would say how much she wanted a daughter like you.

Your phone buzzed as you rolled over and looked at it.

Jongho: “Hey, I still have your number. Uhm let me know when you wanna stop by...”

You: “Okay.”

You threw your phone to the side and thought of how things were gonna be for you and Jongho now.

The next day after school, you went to Jongho’s place as his mom let you in. You sent him a message that you were already at his place. His mom offered you some snacks and led you to the dining table as you waited for him to come home. 

An hour later he came home and saw you sitting at the table. He went upstairs to put his stuff away and grabbed his homework. He came back down and sat next to you. He cleared his throat and glanced at you.

“Have you been here long?”

You shook your head,

“No, your mom came and gave us snacks then she left to the store..”

“Ah okay...”

There was a moment of silence that filled the room.

“Ehem, so shall we get started?”

You said as he opened his book. After a few hours of studying and helping on his homework. You gave yourself a big stretch and looked at him. He was focused on the problem that he didn’t noticed you looking at him. He still had those squishy cheeks and pouty lips when ya'll were kids.

“Hey is this right?”

He snapped you out of your thoughts and handed you his paper. You looked through them and saw that he got a few wrong.

“You need to fix these answers just a bit then you’ll be fine.”

“Oh okay, but I don’t understand the history from this question...Like it seems like a basic question but it just hard to understand and remember what happened.”

You adjusted yourself closer to him. You took a look at the paper and thought of a way on how to explain it. Jongho on the other hand looked at you as you tried to explain the problem. He watched you as you brushed your hair behind you ear and pointed at the question. He listened to you talk and got lost in your gaze at the paper. You looked at him to see if he was listening, he turned away and scratched the back of his head. You turned back and looked at the paper and continued to talk. 

After a few hours it was dark out. You decided to head home and packed your things.

“Do you wanna stay for dinner?”

You heard Mrs. Choi say as you were about to leave out the door. 

“I’m okay, I should head home just in case my mom worries.”

“Mhmm, come back soon!”

You smiled at her and left. You made it home and made a sandwich to bring it up to your bedroom. Luckily as you help Jongho with his homework, you didn’t have much let to do for your homework. You ate your sandwich as you scrolled through your phone. Checking your twitter feed and facebook.

You suddenly received a text message from Jongho.

Jongho: “Hey thanks for helping me out.”

You looked at the message and replied back.

You: “No problem, if you have any questions just ask. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jongho saw your message and laid down on his bed. He though about how much you helped him today. He appreciated your help and liked how detailed you were on explaining the problem.

He also thought about that moment when he looked at you. How different you looked after years of not talking to you and much you changed. You were always smart and open to talk about anything. Jongho also noticed how pretty you gotten, you became more mature too.

A few weeks of helping him study, you noticed how much he improved in his studies. He came home after mid-terms and showed you his score. He made a 82% on it.

“Yay!!! Good job I told you that you can do it!!”

You were so proud of him that you hugged him without thinking. You realized on what you were doing until you backed away. Looking away and cleared your throat.

“Ehem. So I guess this means our study sessions are over...”

You said and you looked down.

“Yea I guess it is....but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends right?...”

You looked at him as he looked away saying that. You noticed a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

“We can still be friends.”

You looked at him and smiled. Jongho smiled back at you as there was a awkward moment of silence that filled the room.

“Well..we should hangout again sometime..if you want...”

he sys, hopefully you’ll agree.

“Sure. Like old times we can hangout.”

“Okay cool.”

“Well I guess I should go then...I’ll see you later Jongho...”

“Yea...”

You left and looked back at him, you smiled and left out the door. You made it home and got ready for bed. With mid-terms over it was spring break. You sat at your vanity table and did your skincare.

The next morning you decided to go shopping with your mom for some groceries. You wore a cute blue dress and put on some makeup. You never wore makeup in school but you thought of putting someone since it is spring break. You made your way down the aisle and picked out some snacks. You suddenly bumped into someone, causing you to drop the snacks you had in your hands.

“Oops sorry about that-...”

“Well well...is that Y/n? You look slightly different....”

“Yea she looks cute.”

“Damn...”

You looked up and saw Matthew and his group. They surrounded you as you were stuck between the shelf and them.

“Why don’t we have some fun? Yea? You look insanely cute right now.”

Matthew began to touch your shoulder as his other hand touched your thigh. You felt him move higher up your ass. You were shocked that you slapped him across the face. He palmed his cheek where you hit him as he raised his other hand.

“You bitch!”

You closed your eyes as you prepared yourself for the hit until someone stopped Matthew’s hand from coming closer. 

“Stop it bro.”

You looked up and saw Jongho holding his wrist, restricting him from hitting you. You saw Jongho yes were furious. 

“Tch. What the hell are you Jongho? Don’t you see I’m busy here?”

“Yea right, you were about to hit her.”

“Why do you care? She’s so fucking useless and she hit me first.”

“You were touching her, of course she’ll hit you. It was your fault.”

“What did you say? You wanna play smart with me? Do you wanna get kicked off the team?”

You saw things were getting intense between them. You tried to stop them but got pushed onto the ground.

“Stay out this bitch! If you wouldn’t have make a scene there wouldn’t have been a problem!”

Jongho saw him about to hit you and punched him. Matthew fell onto the ground, blood was dripping from his nose. Jongho grabbed your hand and ran outside of the store. You both were running as you heard Matthew yelling out to run after you.

You both ran until you lost sight of them. You made it home, trying to catch your breath. You looked at Jongho who was also out of breath. He looked at you and began laughing. 

“Why are you laughing?...”

“Ah sorry, It’s just that it reminded me of that one time when we were running from those people when we sneak into that concert.”

“oh haha yea I remember that.”

You were laughing as he noticed the red mark on your cheek.

“Does it hurt?”

“Mhm?”

“Your cheek, it’s red.”

“Oh...yea it’s fine.”

“Come on, I’ll give you an ice pack.”

You followed him as he led you inside.

“...yea mom I know, I’ll see you soon.”

Jongho came back with an ice pack and handed it you. He sat next to you ad you put it on your cheek. The cool feeling cooled down the burning sting.

“What did your mom say?”

“Oh she wondered where I went and told me that she had an issus at work and would come home late.”

“Oh okay.”

“Is your mom home?”

“Oh my mom went to go visit my grandparents for the week, she’s coming home Wednesday.”

You and Jongho talked for hours and talked about what you both did as kids. Fun memorable memories. You both laughed and cracked jokes like old times.

“What happened to us? We use to be close..”

You asked him. Jongho became quiet and looked down.

“I don’t know...I was the one who left you...I’m sorry...”

“No need to apologize.”

“No I need to, I was the one who stopped talking to you and never once helped you when Matthew was picking on you..”

“It’s okay...I forgive you, it wasn’t your fault but what about soccer and your-..mhm..”

You felt Jongho kissed you. You were shocked at the kissed but kisses him back. He pulled back and looked away.

“Sorry..I-Y/n...I liked you ever since we were kids and didn’t have the courage to tell you back then. Forget about soccer, I wanna focus on you right now...I like you Y/n.”

You blushed away and thought of his confession. You got the courage and started the first move. You slowly pushed him back on the couch. You straddled him and kissed him. You palmed his face kissed down his neck.

You felt him picked you up and headed to the bedroom. He laid you down on his bed as his eyes filled with lust. He removed his shirt, revealing his muscles. Jongho always wore clothes that covered up his body so you never imagined him to be so muscular. (oh to see that sight🤤) He bend down closer to you and kissed your neck. His eyes gazed at yours for permission to continue. You sat up and took off your dress. He admire your figure. You were about to cover yourself up until you were stopped.

“Don’t cover yourself.”

He took off your bra as your boobs were exposed. He laid you back down and left kisses on your chest down, leaving light red marks and kissed down your stomach. You felt butterflies fill your stomach as he left wet kisses. You felt him palming your heated core as he removed your panites.

“You’re soaking wet y/n.”

You blushed as he inserted a finger slowly as you moaned out. Your walls pulsed around his finger as he pumped in. The feeling was new and arousing that you wanted more. 

“Jongho...”

You were close on coming and he picked up the pace. Coming all over his finger and the sheets. Jongho bit his lips and removed his pants. You saw him pull out his thick cock and wondered if it was gonna fit. He grabbed a condom for his side table and slipped it on.

“I’m gonna go in okay?”

You nodded as he positioned himself. He slid in, stretching you out as he filled you up. Jongho groans out as he felt your wall pulsing around his cock. He looked down as you covered your face. He kissed your lips and waited until you adjusted a bit before moving. You nodded for him to move. He’s thrust was slow but powerful. The bed squeaked as he thrusted in. You moaned out as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. You wanted more and wanted him to go faster.

“Jongho..please go fas-faster ah!”

He did was you were told and moved faster than before. You gripped onto the sheets and as he thrusted in harder. You left out soft moans near his ear. Clawing his back as he hit your sweet spot. He sat up, holding onto your hips as he went even faster.

“Ah fuck! Jo-Jongho!!”

Jongho bit his lip as he angled in a deeper position. You gasped at how deep he was. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, catching your breath.

“You look cute when you make that face y/n.”

“Jongho! I’m-I’m close...”

“Ah shit..fuck you’re so tight...”

You moaned out as you tightened around him. His cock rapidly moved inside your core, bringing you to your high. You kissed him as you came all over his cock. You moaned out as you tried to grab onto something. You shuttered beneath him as you held his hand. Jongho threw his head back as he came inside the condom. Sweat drip down his forehead as he bend down kissing you.

“Fuck that was hot.”

Jongho whispered and smiled at you. You giggled at him and pecked his lips. You looked into his eyes and kissed him one last time. He lend his forehead on yours and gave you his gummy smile. Jongho laid next to you and brushed your hair away from your face.

“Hey...”

“Mhm?...”

You hesitated at what you were gonna say. You heart thumped loudly.

“I..I like you too.’

Jongho flashed his gummy smile once more and held you in close. He kissed your forehead and looked at you. You saw him slowly drift to sleep as you began tracing circled on his chest. Jongho smiled at what you were doing. Even though his eyes were close, he can felt how much you kept rubbing your thighs together. He looked at you and smirked.

“You wanna go again?”

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

🥺 babe 🥺 bAbE

What if Jask gets sick at Kaer Morhen but tries to hide it from Geralt bc he doesn't want him to think he's gross/weak/etc? And Geralt has the Feelings Braincell for once?

oh babe... thank you

tw: sickness, falling unconscious, fever, whump/angst with a happy ending

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Jaskier knew he had a fever the moment he woke up. He could feel it burning beneath this skin like a forge, flushing his face a more vibrant shade of pink than usual. He glared at his reflection in the small, round mirror above his dressing table and willed himself to feel better. It was his first winter at Kaer Morhen, and he didn’t want Geralt to think he’d made a mistake by inviting Jaskier along to stay. The bard knew that his stoic, self-loathing Witcher would blame himself immediately for any misfortune or illness that befell Jaskier. Geralt might even reconsider inviting him back again someday. So he had to keep his little bug a secret until he was well. Surely it was nothing major. Surely it would pass after a few days, unnoticed and unremarkable.

He should have known better.

Jaskier dabbed a bit more perfume than usual (which was generally none at all) beneath his ears and along his wrists. He hoped the peony-lavender mixture would mask whatever kind of scent his illness might carry and slowly, carefully made his way down the long stone staircase that led from the guest bedroom to the enormous kitchen. His limbs felt achy and tired, even though he’d slept heavily the night previous. His head sat heavy and unbalanced atop his shoulders; the world wavered and spun around him as he desperately tried to keep from pitching sideways into the wall. 

“You alright there, boy?” Vesemir asked, catching his eye from the bottom of the stairs. “You seem a bit… nervous.”

Maybe his anxiety was doing a better job of hiding his secret than the perfume. 

“Just a little wool between my ears this morning,” the bard laughed brightly, ignoring the searing pain that throbbed through his chest with the movement, “I think I might go chop some wood and see if the brisk mountain air helps clear it out faster.”

“Hmm,” the eldest Wolf nodded sagely. There was no doubt which teacher Geralt had admired most as a pup. “Alright. Be safe, take care. I’ll send someone to fetch you when breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you, Vesemir,” Jaskier bowed shallowly and headed for the kitchen’s back door. He took the axe into his hands and tried not to sway on his feet from the added weight. The bard covered his tracks by throwing a smile back over his shoulder and pushing the door open. “See you for breakfast!”

He stepped out of the keep and let the heavy slab of wood slam shut behind him. The early morning sky above Kaer Morhen was cloudless and the sun was bright, blinding him entirely. His situation only worsened when the sudden change in temperature, from the warm kitchen to the freezing mountainside, punched the air from his lungs in one thick cloud. He struggled to regain it as he wove his way through the snow drifts to the woodpile. Slowly, and with great effort, Jaskier lined up a thick log to be split.

The world felt watery and far away. His hand, which he knew to be attached to the end of his arm by some miracle, would not obey his command to pick up the axe again. His lungs felt heavy in his chest cavity and his legs suddenly ached with a fierce intensity. 

With a quiet cry of protest against his own body failing him, Jaskier collapsed into the snow.

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Jaskier’s heartbeat was so slow and quiet, his limbs unmoving and his lips nearly blue from the cold; Geralt wasn’t sure he’d ever been so scared before in his life. He turned to Vesemir and asked, barely keeping the frantic terror from clawing its way out of his throat: “How long was he out there?” 

“Half an hour at most,” the grey Wolf shrugged. “I don’t really remember, Geralt. I was busy taking care of the breakfast arrangements.”

“Fuck!”

“Calm down,” Eskel ordered. He frowned at Geralt from his place at Jaskier’s opposite side. He’d helped carry the bard from the courtyard to Geralt’s room and was just as worried about the human’s wellbeing. “Panicking won’t help him. Now, what’s the problem?”

“It’s hard to tell over all that stupid perfume,” Lambert snarled. “Stupid fucking bard fucking knew we would be able to smell it on him. He covered his gods-damned tracks.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt murmured, having grown suddenly calm. He let the back of his knuckles drag softly across the bard’s too-hot cheek until he could stick a stray lock of sweaty brown hair back behind his ear. “You idiot.”

The bard shifted against the blanket they’d laid him on, his brow wrinkling. His arms twitched slightly, as if he was trying to move them, and he whined plaintively: “G’ralt.”

“I’m here, Jask,” the Witcher replied quickly, forgetting they weren’t alone in the room. He took one of the bard’s freezing hands into his own and began rubbing the warmth back into his fingers. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you better. You’ll be alright.”

“Who are you trying to reassure?” Lambert huffed a short laugh. “You or the bard?”

“Leave off,” Eskel shot his younger brother a glare. The redhead rolled his eyes and moved to lean against the wall near the door. Eskel continued speaking to Lambert, but his eyes were back on Jaskier, who kept trying to get closer to Geralt even in his sleep. “Why don’t you go grab some clean clothes from his room while we get him warmed up and conscious again.”

“Fine,” Lambert spat. But he took off at a quick trot, regardless.

“Geralt, get his wet clothes off and get him wrapped up. Eskel, you come with me to the kitchen. I’ll need help carrying things and I’m sure the bard would prefer some privacy in this particular matter.”

Eskel nodded his agreement and followed Vesemir from the room, leaving Geralt alone with Jaskier. The White Wolf hurried to undress and swaddle the bard with a warm, heavy wool blanket and several furs, talking all the while in a low, worried voice. “Fuck, Jaskier. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry this happened and that you- Why did you hide it? Why wouldn’t you- Are you afraid of me? Is that why you didn’t come to me for help?”

Jaskier’s lids fluttered open and Geralt watched with nervous anticipation as two of the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, blue as cornflowers and brighter than the spring sky, tried their best to focus on his face. “Geralt?”

“I’m here, Jaskier. What’s ailing you? Please, tell me how I can help you.”

“Hurts,” the bard managed to groan. “To breathe.”

“Fuck,” Geralt growled. “We need to get you warm. Lambert should be back with your clothes by now.”

Jaskier’s head lolled back against the pillow and he struggled to reach for his Witcher, “Hold me.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll warm up-” he gasped between words, as if every syllable pained him to expel “-faster if… you hold me.”

“Hmm,” Geralt’s brows furrowed in frustration. He knew Jaskier was right, that he’d feel better faster with skin-on-skin contact, but he also wanted to hold Jaskier for other, less emergency-based reasons. That was unacceptable. Losing Jaskier to death or sickness or other human reasons was intolerable but losing him, in all senses of the word, because of Geralt’s impossible feelings? That would be truly horrendous.

The warring factions of his heart were still clamoring over a decision when Eskel and Vesemir re-entered carrying two large trays. One was covered with foodstuffs and the other held an enormous clay teapot and mugs. A small pot of honey, gathered from Vesemir’s very own beehives, was the most obvious sign of affection Geralt had ever seen the older man display for a near-stranger. 

“I’m gonna… get… spoiled,” Jaskier gasped. The eldest Wolf shot Geralt a glare. 

“Why aren’t you in there with him? You know the best way to warm up a hypothermic person is skin contact, Geralt! I certainly taught you better than this.”

“I didn’t-” he stuttered. “I wasn’t-”

“He’s afraid,” Jaskier smiled sadly, cuddling himself deeper into the furs as he turned his gaze towards the fire. All three of the Witchers could smell his sadness, even more potent than the illness ravaging his delicate human body. Geralt winced when his brother and father glared at him in tandem, expressions nearly matching in fury. The bard was still looking away, watching the flames send dancing patterns of light against the stone walls. “Don’t worry… won’t ask… for any more.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt whispered, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. “May I hold you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s our cue to leave,” Vesemir smiled beneath his mustache. Jaskier was too tired to blush, and opted to bury his head in Geralt’s shoulder instead. “Come along, Eskel. Let’s see what Lambert has gotten up to.”

“What about Jaskier’s clothes?”

“He can borrow Geralt’s for now. I’m sure our White Wolf won’t mind sharing; he’s the possessive type, after all.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and grumbled out of habit more than disagreement. 

When Vesemir and Eskel had gone for good and the door was closed, Geralt pulled Jaskier out of the furs and removed his own shirt. He settled the bard against his chest and buried his nose in Jaskier’s dark hair, breathing in the scents of sweat and sickness and now, thank the gods, tangy-bright happiness. “Gods, Jaskier. Don’t scare me like that ever again. I can’t lose you.”

“I didn’t… want… to disappoint.”

“You never do and never will,” Geralt intoned. He pulled the furs over them both and splayed his large hands across Jaskier’s back. The bard’s skin was overly hot in some places and freezing in others; Geralt buried his panic in order to care for... for the man he loved. He took a deep breath and rubbed slow circles between the bard’s shoulder blades. “I… I love you, Jaskier.”

“Hmm,” the bard hummed tunelessly. “Love you… too.”

Geralt helped him sit up and drink a mug of tea. He listened, slowly allowing himself to relax, as Jaskier’s breathing eased and his heartbeat balanced. When the tea was gone and the fire was re-built to Geralt’s satisfaction, the Witcher tucked Jaskier’s head beneath his chin and wrapped his arms around the bard’s shoulders. “Oh, my little lark. I’ve been so foolish for too long.”

“Yeah,” Jaskier grinned into the Witcher’s warm pectoral. “Me... too.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time when you feel better,” Geralt murmured, lips pressing over and over to the top of the bard’s head. Jaskier couldn’t keep himself from smiling, even as he drifted back to sleep. The Witcher felt something settle in his chest when he whispered: “Rest up, dear heart. There are many more adventures to be had.”

[atlabeth]

fever - sokka x reader

this has been sitting in my drafts half finished for 3 weeks so i thot it was prime time i actually finished it

this is kinda based off the song w dua lipa and angele so you can listen to that if you want

summary: sokka's convinced there's a mystery illness keeping you from focusing, but somehow he's completely oblivious that the only 'sick' you are is lovesick, and he's the reason you can't focus.

a/n: i have never written a sickfic. but this is like. a fake sick fic. its an idiots in love fic. i mean this is coming from mr "is he taller than me? is he better looking?" himself so. it makes sense. as usual, this is not proofread bc im a lazy mf

also im sorry for being vague with the calc but i was NOT about to do math during summer who do you think i am? ??

wc: 1.7k

warning(s): mentions of being sick and 🤢calculus 🤮 but otherwise tooth rotting fluff

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How could the smartest man you knew be so, so incredibly stupid?

You thought that you were being obvious, so obviously that you were sure he knew. It was embarrassing how obvious you were.

You had met Sokka in your calculus class at the start of the new semester after you ended up sitting next to each other, and it wasn’t a stretch to say that you were immediately smitten. With eyes like the ocean and a face that had to have been crafted by the gods, you were almost too distracted to respond when he asked you for a pencil. But when he winked at you after giving his thanks, it only solidified what you had already suspected: you had known this man for all of five minutes, and you already had a crush on him.

Little did you know, it was going to turn into the most infuriating crush you had ever experienced.

You and Sokka became fast friends even though calculus was the only class you had together. Unfortunately, it was also something that you completely sucked at. Bad news, it was required for your major. Good news, Sokka was some sort of genius and offered to tutor you — Wednesdays in the library turned into a weekly occasion, and served as an opening for your calculus skills, your feelings for Sokka, and your exasperation to all grow stronger.

You normally weren’t someone to beat around the bush. If you started to like someone, you told them and dealt with whatever happened after, but something about Sokka just kept you from spilling your feelings outright. You knew that if he didn’t feel the same way, your relationship likely wouldn’t change, but there was still that tiny voice that said it’s better to stay like this in case things do go wrong — and this was the first time you listened to that voice. You simply valued your friendship too much.

But that didn’t mean you were going to be completely quiet about it — you hoped that if you did enough, he would be able to realize you liked him and do the whole process for you. A bit of a dim hope, but crushes make people do stupid things.

Things like bringing an extra coffee to every session, laughing at all his jokes (even the bad ones), sitting a little closer to him than usual, not dropping out of this wretched class so you could spend time together (it might’ve been required, but you still counted it). He didn’t make a point to object to anything, so you knew you weren’t making him uncomfortable — but you had concluded after nearly a whole semester of working and studying together that he was the most oblivious person in all of Ba Sing Se. He could teach you all kinds of formulas, but had no idea that you liked him. Grand.

Today was arguably the most important session out of any of them, seeing as your next class was the final, so it was only fitting that Sokka unknowingly made himself more interesting than any material you could’ve been working with. His arms were going to be the death of both you and your calc grade. You swore that the heat rushing to your cheeks was actually emanating off of you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Sokka grinned as he saw you and raised a hand in greeting, a sentiment you would’ve returned had it not been for the coffee cups in your hands. You settled for mirroring his grin and settled down in the seat across from him. You slid his coffee cup over, set your own down, then shrugged your bag off all before taking a seat.

“You ready to study ‘till your eyes bleed?” he asked, prompting a nervous laugh from you.

“You jest, but my eyes might actually start bleeding depending on how long we go,” you sighed. “There’s a reason I got an extra shot of espresso today.”

“Come on — by now you should know that you have nothing to worry about! I am the best teacher there is, and you got me all to yourself.”

Your eyes widened momentarily and you coughed, purposefully averting your gaze to give yourself some time to recover. Okay, he was going to make it really hard to focus today. “Let’s just get into it.”

He nodded and flipped open his notebook, beginning to talk as he rifled through his bag for a few extra things. “Okay, we’re just gonna start with going over the basics, then we’ll work our way up. There’s a couple practice problems on that page, so you can go ahead and answer those as a warmup.

You slid the notebook over in front of you and after approximately five seconds of looking at the first problem, found yourself studying Sokka rather than the material. Who could blame you? In the battle of cute tutor boy versus calculus, he was going to win every time.

He turned around and you immediately averted your eyes once again, trying to appear extremely involved, but you found that your mind was empty on anything to do with math. “Hey, uh— how do you do this first one? I’m totally blanking here.”

“We use limits in everything — this is actually something you’re really good at!” He studied you intensely and frowned. “Are you okay? Like, you’re not sick or anything, are you? You seem kinda out of it.”

You choked out a laugh and shook your head. “No, no — I’m fine. I guess I’m just a little tired.” As if to demonstrate your lie, you took a sip from your coffee and cringed internally. Love had turned you into an idiot.

He seemed to buy it as he nodded and picked up the pencil, scribbling a couple of notes as he explained the first problem to you. “Does that make sense?” You nodded and he handed the pencil back to you. “Okay — the other ones follow the same kind of process. It should be easy enough.”

You managed to get a little further in the second problem, but your lovestruck mind would not stop focusing back on Sokka every time you tried to do, well, anything. Curse him and his perfect arms, and eyes, and hairstyle, and everything.

You shook your head and set the pencil down once more, letting loose a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” Yes, you did. “I just can’t focus at all.” Because of you. You picked up your cup once more and took a sip, hoping it would do something to get you back into the math state of mind.

Sokka frowned once more as he put the back of his hand against your forehead. “God, you’re hot.” You nearly choked on your coffee as your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets — he had to know what he was doing by now — how could he not? “Like, you’re completely burning up. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, I swear— I just…” you set your cup down on the table and heaved a sigh that was a touch more exasperated than necessary. “Are you telling me you seriously haven’t noticed? Like, not a single thing this whole year?”

“I’ve noticed a lot of things this year,” he chuckled. “It’s kind of our whole job, so you’re gonna have to be a lot more specific.”

You finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Sokka, I’m not— I’m not sick! Haven’t you noticed that I’m only ever flustered, or running into things, or forgetting info, or— or just a complete idiot when I’m around you? I like you, like, a lot, and I have for an embarrassingly long time! The reason I can’t focus is because I am hopelessly attracted to you in every single way.”

His brows creased for a moment and you clamped your mouth shut, worried that you had just ruined everything. It was only after a pause that felt like a century that he finally responded, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Well, why didn’t you just say something?”

You stared at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted in pure surprise before the annoyance set in. You set your jaw as your brows furrowed and you hit him lightly on the side of his arm with the back of your palm. “You can’t be serious! You— you’ve gotta be messing with me by now. I really can’t believe that you can be that smart but this oblivious!”

He finally let the grin play across his lips in full force and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, I don’t know how you don’t expect me to mess with you when you scrunch up your face all cute like that every time you get mad. Besides, I started liking you after that fifth class; I offered to help you out so I could spend more time with you! I didn’t realize you felt the same way. I kinda just enjoyed the free coffee and getting to look at you all the time.”

“I can’t believe you!” you cried as you hit his other arm. “You’re telling me that I had to deal with this- this mental turmoil about whether you liked me back, while you were just enjoying the free eye candy and coffee the whole time?”

“You have nothing to worry about! I enjoyed the company far more than the coffee,” he joked, a certain twinkle in his eye. “But, you are probably out a couple twenties after all of that. So, what do you say about this Saturday, the cafe by the shoe store? My treat.”

“Damn right it’s your treat,” you shot back, though you couldn’t stop the smile forming on your face. “You owe me a lot — you have to make up for those coffees and all the emotional distress you caused.”

“Oh, I think I’ll have plenty of time to make up for lost time. After all, we do have a lot of coffee dates to get through.” And when he winked at you just like that first day, you remembered just how impossible it was to be angry at Sokka. “But first, we kinda have to get through this study date. The final’s still happening tomorrow.”

You responded with a raised brow. “This is a study date?”

Sokka shrugged and grinned. “They’ve all been study dates. You just didn’t know it.”

-

idiots in love idiots in love idiots In LOVe

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[i-need-air]

After seeing your marriage hc’s I’d like to request hc’s of Hawks, Aizawa, Bakugo, and Shinsou reacting to their wife’s water breaking prematurely and at random. Mainly like everyone’s at a party and having a good time and suddenly someone’s like “Y/N, did you spill something?” Y/N:*doesn’t have a drink on her so she’s confused until she looks down and realizes what happened* OH-

💀💀💀💀 ok but all these guys' babies coming out whenever they foken want is a headcanon by itself, like we all know they'd be like their fathers coming and going whenever they feel like and that kills me akjdksjsj this ask made me laugh so hard but omg i felt the embarrassment when writing, send help I—

Hawks:

× your due date was approaching quickly and Hawks was so attentive it hurt

× you had to insist to go out with you friends because bird-brain was getting very worried/protective

× you finally came to an agreement: lowkey party at your house BUT you're not moving a finger

× like you could; Keigo would jump up and grab anything for you and for everyone else

× the good thing is that you ordered takeout and your friends brought goodies, much like Hawks himself so you just sat and talked with everyone while he looked at you with stars in his eyes

× everyone was talking about your future baby and just celebrating the new life about to come around and I swear, this man's feathers puffed proudly every single time

× you had such a great time, enjoying the laughter and good energy you were surrounded by when you got thirsty

× Keigo was in the kitchen, his feathers bringing some sweets for everyone in the living room so you got up [ struggled to ] and headed towards his direction

× Mirko was the one that pointed it out as she was assigned the duty to follow you around [ while she made fun of Keigo for being a mama hen but ok ]

× "Hey, [Y/N], did you drop something on you...?"

× you couldn't even see bc of your belly but you definitely heard a crash in the kitchen and some rushed steps

× as fast as humanly possible, your husband was by your side wide eyed

× "What happened?" he asked trying to be casual but his eyes roamed over you until they landed under your feet...

× "I didn't drop anything, I just wanted some water—"

× "You should have told me, birdie. Wait... Where did you get the water then?"

× "I didn't...?"

× everyone kinda stared confused until one of your friends started panicking because the heroes there were just confused???

× "Wait, you broke waters!"

× "oh, right" you mutter while honey colored eyes stare at you in shock

× how did you both forget about that? you talked about it some days ago, like—

× Panic! Hidden by a casual attitude

× meanwhile now you're embarrassed because what the hell, mini-bird?

× he orders his feathers to clean around but fails miserably while trying to grab clothes for your hospital stay

× your friends have to calm him down as they offered to help clean up and you're just embarrassed because c'mon, man

× i swear, this man does it in a rush anyway and asks everyone to keep calm [ 🙄 ] while he takes his little angel to the hospital

× car ride? lmfao have fun flying, this is an eMeRgEnCy [ trust me, you're always safe with him, no doubt of that ]

× you try to open your mouth but he's just reassuring you; "You're doing amazing, angel."; "Just a little longer and we're there!"; meanwhile you haven't fucking changed your wet clothes and were getting annoyed

× bursts into the hospital like he owns it

× guess who's sent back home and told to come back when the contraptions get stronger? mhm.

× you almost smack him bc he literally gave you no time to talk once you're back at home

× he's a dumb bird but he's your dumb bird 💕

× [ your friends stayed to clean up the dishes just to easen your burden so you find them there when you come back. they had a great time laughing at your husband before they left you with the promise they'll visit asap at the hospital ]

× honestly he's normally very calm and calculating but this time around the nervousness of being a father got to him, so please forgive him

Aizawa Shouta:

× the most chill of them all and that's very reassuring for someone who is pregnant

× you've promised him you'd take things easy and not force yourself to do much

× and even if you wanted to, honestly you couldn't

× but he's been such an amazing person to you, made you lunches, gave you back massages, did all the tough tasks around the house 🥺 so when he forgot his lunch at home, rare of him, you wanted to surprise him, completely forgetting the school had one of the best chef in the world;;;

× your body was screaming for some fresh air too so you decided to go towards U.A.

× it wasn't a long walk, really, since he had to be close to the school anyway

× so when you arrived at mid-day the first person to greet you was principal Nezu and trust me, he was so excited to see you after so long!

× he accompanied you to the teachers' room where they had all their desks already knowing he would be there shortly

× you greet All Might, which beamed to see you and started a small conversation

× the bell rang, indicated class finished and lunchbreak starter which made you excited to know you'll see your husband shortly

× and you knew he was approaching when a loud voice could be heard on the hallways

× the door opened, Shouta and Yamada walking in, the blond talking excitedly until it stopped

× "[Y/N], so good to see you!" He screamed

× Shouta's eyes snapped towards you in surprise and he walked to you in a faster pace than before

× he ignored everyone else as he scolded you "Didn't we agree you'd take it easy?"

× "Well, good to see you too" 😒😤

× a quick banter takes over you two as you hugged Hizashi and handled your husband his lunch

× "You should sit down" Nezu suggested and you started to feel the ache of walking, so you moved towards one of the chairs with Aizawa's help

× "Seriously, you're more stubborn than my students" he'd mutter, nudging your shoulder slightly, all through a smile

× but before you could reach the chair you felt it, the water running from between your legs;;;

× you gripped his hand harshly and Hizashi screamed

× "What tHe HeLL diD I STEP ON?!???"

× the mf was following you two suggesting to eat lunch together and?????

× ok, so everyone freezes until Nezu clears his throat;;;

× "I'll call Chiyo, you two wait right here!" he escapes, All Might somehow on his toes

× you turn your head towards Aizawa horrified about to suggest cleaning the mess up before getting ready to leave when...

× "WAIT, I STEPPED ON BABY JUICE!?"

× Recovery Girl came around but was pleased to know both of you were prepared for this moment, although she did have to wake Hizashi up, since he fainted; Shouta, being the big boy he is, cleaned the floor without making a big deal out of it

× at the end of the day all you could do was smile before realizing what's about to come; your baby will be surrounded by amazing people and it's all that mattered

Bakugou Katsuki:

× this guy prepares in secret; don't question all the baby books you find sneaked around the house like it's not your damned home too but whatever;;;

× Bakugou is very protective over you, he also takes charge of everything, which makes you feel bad bc you seriously feel like you can't do anything anymore

× it happened at the Bakugou household [ your in laws excitedly invited you over the phone but also suggested that they could drop by if you weren't in conditions to go there ]

× you put your foot down and said you would, knowing it would freak your husband out and guess what? it did

× but you really wanted to go out, you felt extremely bored and babied at home and were in need of social interactions

× "I swear I married the most stubborn dumbass ever—" he'd mutter as he drove you both there

× dinner was amazing, as always, and Mitsuki was making it even better by telling you funny stories from Katsuki's childhood, earning scoffs from him

× the normal arguments started and you were gently escorted by Masaru to the living room, both ignoring the banter happening by the dining table

× he joked around with you when you felt a kick saying he can definitely tell who the kid will take from, as if your baby wanted to participate in the argument too

× anyway you stopped mid-track saying you wanted to go to the bathroom; you really felt like going all of a sudden

× when you started heading towards there [ Katsuki chiming in asking if you need help, wtf ], you knew

× i mean, everyone knew;; your water broke, but want to know what else broke too? hell. hell broke loose

× "What are you staring at?! Go help [Y/N]!"

× "I know, old hag!" He rushed to you as Mitsuki went to grab some cleaning supplies

× you're apologizing profusely but you're brushed off instantly

× "No big deal, [Y/N], everything will be okay" Masaru, bless him, was by your side as his son went to grab the bag he has prepared in secret from the car

× you ended up going all together to the hospital as contraptions increased

× Katsuki was on your side reciting word by word what's going to happen, remembering the parenting books by memory; it was making you roll your eyes at them because yes, you knew;

× "Did you fucking tell her to push?" Mitsuki screamed

× "I—! SHUT THE TELL UP!" he screamed back then turned to you, telling you to breathe to just freeze in place

× both shut up as you glared at them;

× it seems the new Bakugou member really wanted to take part of the argument for before 💀

Hitoshi Shinsou:

× life was finally settling between you two

× his career, even if it was focused underground, was rocketing up, he was married to an amazing person and you were having a beautiful baby together? Shinsou was a happy man

× you both talked about how to deal when time comes and everything was settled, you even had a suitcase ready for the hospital stay

× he was so attentive 🥺

× anyway your friends suggested to see you before the big day comes and you agreed it had to be now because as your due day approached, you wanted to be home

× so you went to a small restaurant near your house to meet Izuku, Uraraka and Denki, as the days before you met your families and other friends

× Ochako got you an insane amount of gifts, Izuku was reading about parenthood idk why 💀 and Denki was just patting Shinsou's back congratulating him again and again

× you had a great time to say at least

× you snorted at Denki when he touched your belly and got a kick in response

× "Just like his father, ready to put you in place" Uraraka smiled, patting the blond on the back whike Shinsou grabbed your hand with a smirk

× but you froze in place as you smiled back because you felt it

× and dripping water could be heard

× did you just—?

× Shinsou caught on instantly on your discomfort and talked even before you could

× "What's wrong?" while you looked down, which his gaze followed

× Ok, this man is gonna stop functioning for a second, it is what it is

× meanwhile you're mortified because YOU'RE IN A RESTAURANT, YOU'RE REGULARS HERE AND YOU FUCKING BROKE WATERS HERE

× you got up in a rush yet he's faster

× everyone catches up and they all start to be frantic [ specially poor Denki ]

× the old lady that owns the restaurant comes by and has to be the one to calm the group while you apologize profusely

× she shushes you saying she's had four children, she understands completely

× Shinsou offers to help clean up, so do you, Izuku is startled in a corner being comforted by the brunette and Denki... he's fucking calling an ambulance—?????? Good thing your husband grabbed his phone before he started talking...

× but at the end you're both reassured everything is taken care of as long as you promise to bring the bundle of sunshine around the restaurant as soon as possible

× you're definitely not crying;;;

× anyway he just takes you home and helps you start taking note of the contraptions while getting everything ready to go

× honestly you were scared and so was he, but he stood by your side all the time whispering how amazing you're doing

× the restaurant owners greeted you like you were family afterwards so it's all water under the bridge— k I'll leave 💀

[realcube]

CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY 

characters ♡ bokuto, tendō, matsukawa & suna

tw ♡ gn! reader, timeskip! bokuto (all sfw tho), swearing, reader wears makeup (matsukawa), swearing, mentions of death & food 

cred ♡ thanks to anon for this request <3

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

♡ he was literally counting down the days to your birthday, he even took the day off practise to celebrate it with you so imagine his surprise when the special day finally rolls around and he wakes up to an empty bed

♡ at first, he thought that perhaps you were just around the house somewhere but nope, the place was completely empty and even worse, all signs pointed to his theory that you had gone to work/school on your birthday 

♡ outraged. he was absolutely outraged. 

♡ firstly, he tried calling you but you wouldn’t pick up, even after his many attempts so his next resort to call your place of work/school reception 

♡ obviously he managed to get a hold of you then-

♡ he was originally gonna yell about how you lied to him about taking the day off on your birthday but there was no way he could be angry at you — almost ever — so instead, he made the quick decision of telling you to have a nice day before hanging up 

♡ you were kinda pissed that he wasted your time like that but how could you stay mad at him? he’s fkn adorable! he blew you audible kisses over the phone for good luck!

♡ you laboured your way through the day, putting in great effort yet through it all, the only thing on your mind was how much you wanted to just pass out on the couch with bokuto as soon as you got home. you weren’t even sure if you had the energy to change into your pjyamas.

♡ however, when you finally did arrive home, there was no need to put yourself through the onerous task of changing clothes as the first thing you were greeted by when you stepped foot in your own home was a chorus of cheers of ‘surprise!’ followed by people spilling out into the foyer from the kitchen and living room 

♡ then there was bokuto, the loudest of them all leading the crowd, blowing into the party horn while dashing up to, throwing his arms around your shoulders to pull you into a tight hug, ‘happy birthday, sweetie!’

♡ a light gasp escaped your lips at the sudden hoots, and the unfamiliar — and frankly uncomfortable — sight of many friends swarm towards you had you on edge but when you felt bokuto wrap you in his warm embrace, you knew you were home

♡ he held you close until you were forced apart by many guests tearing you away to personally wish you a happy birthday

♡ now that the initial shock had died down, you noticed that there wasn’t as many people present as you thought, it was a humble gathering of all your closest friends 

♡ there was a massive pile of bright-colored gifts lying on the stairs, and it was hard not to immediately acknowledge them as the sheer mass and number of the presents scattered across the steps prevented anyone from being able to go upstairs

♡ the following day, you were made aware of the fact 90% of those presents were addressed from ‘your best ace husband ;)’ which was pretty straight-forward considering you only have one husband; kiyoomi sakusa. 

♡ jokes, you married bokuto but sakusa was also at the party. he originally just wanted to drop off his gift then leave but bokuto persuaded him to stay, though he seemed to be regretting it now as almost everyone at the party now shared an unspoken goal to slam sakusa’s face into one of the cupcakes that decorated the circumference of your cake

♡ speaking of the cake, bokuto remembered what type of cake was your favorite from the wedding planning and he was so chuffed with himself. in fact, he was so confident in his cake picking ability that he ordered a massive 3-tier monster of a dessert 

♡ neither of you would be able to finish it before it goes bad so you ended up cutting it up into pieces  and sending each guest away with a little goody-bag with a slice of cake inside lmao 

♡ once you had finished your goodbyes and everyone had filed out of your home, you flopped onto the couch and let out a deep sigh of relief. well, it was only a sigh for a few moment as it became a wheeze when bokuto laid down on top of you 

♡ ‘happy birthday, (y/n). i’m sorry if i tired you out.’ he hummed, fiddling with your fingers as his lips curled into a shaky smile

♡ ‘i’m a bit sleepy but i had an amazing time. thank you so much, kō.’

♡ bokuto smiled, his heavy lid falling shut as he finally rested his neck, being able to fall asleep comfortably now that you’ve told him that you had fun

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ unlike bokuto, he’ll actually mention your birthday a few weeks prior to the celebration so he can plan the perfect date :3

♡ ‘so do you wanna go to the aquarium or the theme park? because i know we’ve went to the park before but they remodelled it apparently. plus, maybe the aquarium is a bit underwhelming for such a special day, but it’s up to yo--’

♡ ‘we won’t really get to spend much time in either. if you consider the time school finishes, the train ride and the time the aquarium and park closes so maybe we could just chill at my house instead.’

♡ tendō deadpanned for a moment, the most unamused look taking over his features until he suddenly burst out laughing, cackling as if you just told the joke of the century, ‘seriously, (y/n)? you’re gonna go to school on your birthday.’

♡ ‘yes, of course.’ you replied in all seriousness, resulting in tendō awkwardly beginning to stifle his chuckles.

♡ he frowned, slumping back into the seat beside you, ‘c’mon, it’s your birthday, though! you deserve the day off.’

♡ you shook your head, kindly declining his suggestion, ‘i have a test on that day.’

♡ ‘all the more reason to ditch!’

♡ now it was your turn to deadpan

♡ tendō tossed his head back while letting out a sigh  of defeat, draping his arm around your shoulder to lovingly pull you to his chest, ‘alright, then. whatever you want, dear.’

♡ you smiled, glad that you didn’t need to disagree with him any longer — and you were even happier on the day. even though you insisted that he keeps things small on your birthday, he still managed to find a way to make things extra asf by getting you a massive plush that was about half the size of your stature and a hamper of homemade chocolates ><

ISSEI MATSUKAWA 

♡ honestly, he’s never been the best at giving gifts but he tries extra hard for you 

♡ like if you off-handedly say that you are cold during class, he’ll buy you a bunch of new jackets, jumpers and gloves

♡ or if you say you need more mascara, he’ll buy you exact same one you usually wear 

♡ he’s observant enough to notice and remember the exact shade and brands of all your cosmetic products but he’s not observant enough to pick up on the subtle hints you drop as to what you want for your birthday 

♡ you can never guess what he’s gonna get you and that adds to your anticipation for the day 

♡ if your birthday is on a school day, he’ll bring in a batch of homemade cupcakes (which hanamaki helped him with) and stick a candle in one of them for you to blow out 

♡ he offers you one but they are all pretty stale- just smile and nod while your teeth feel like they are being shattered trying to bite down on the cupcake 

♡ it might set off the fire alarm but oh well, just count that as another present

♡ oikawa will probably get you something like a bouquet and try flirt with you so at that point, matsukawa and hanamaki begin using the cupcakes as weapons 

♡ they are a two for one deal so you’re going to be spending the day with both of them tailing you like lost puppies

platonic RINTARŌ SUNA

♡ (requester specified) your birthday is on the same day as his so ofc he’s going to be a little salty abt it 

♡ you both created a game to see who receives the most birthday wishes and whoever won gets ¥1500 from the loser’s birthday money

♡ for the past few years, he’s usually been the winner by just a few but this year, you made it a point to befriend all him teammates in order to ensure victory 

♡ having to pretend to be friendly with atsumu — who wasn’t very good at hiding his massive crush —was definitely a challenge but you powered through 

♡ in fact, you may have played the role too well as both the miya twins gave you a gift 

♡ osamu gave both you and suna a plastic bag filled with some food he made and water bottles

♡ as for atsumu, his gift to you was a massive hamper filled with an assortment of many different luxury confectionary which didn’t look cheap at all but it didn’t feel appropriate to question the price so you simply took it from him with a bright smile

♡ of course, suna was excited (and very hungry) as he expected the same gift but he was more than disappointed when all he received was a bag of chips and a slap on the back

♡ he goes out of his way to tell every teacher it’s your birthday in hopes that they’ll make the class sing happy birthday to you 

♡ but it pisses him off to no end when you add that it’s his birthday too so he ends up getting roped into your misery 

♡ also your thumbs are going to be sore at night swiping through all the various candid pics that suna took of you throughout the day (in less than flattering poses) which he uplaoded to almost all of his social media stories with stupid ass captions 

♡ but dw bc he’ll eventually post a nice photo of you with a sweet message

♡ ‘happy birthday to @(y/n) . i would die for you, bitch (even though you annoy the hell out of me every single day 🤠).’ 

[pftones3482]

Sometimes Stupid

Commission for @randomfandomfan from one of their many prompts they gave me. Took forever bc of work and life and also???? Now I have a cat??? So that's fun. But this was fun to write. Read it here on AO3

Set post TLO and pre HOO (and a little bit post HOO). Under a cut for length.

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Contrary to popular belief, Leo Valdez was not stupid.

He was an idiot, at times – for instance, maybe running away from his seventh (fifteenth? He’d really lost track at this point) foster home wasn’t the best decision he could have made, especially given that it was the middle of summer and oh, also, hurricane season. And okay, maybe he should’ve taken more with him than a single change of clothes, a box of Ritz crackers, a pocketknife, and a water bottle that had definitely seen better days, but he was in a rush, okay?

But he wasn’t stupid.

When he ran away from his foster homes, Leo tended to stay away from people where he could. And if he had to be around them, he cleaned up, smiled brightly, “Yes ma’am”ed and “Yes’sir”ed to an obnoxious point, and lied his pants off. People were less likely to call the police on a Hispanic kid if they thought he was just a darling little angel waiting for mom at the grocery store, and the last thing he needed was the cops in his business.

Not that it hadn’t happened, of course. He’d dealt with cops of all kinds – nice cops, bad cops, black cops, white cops (WAY too many of those, in his opinion), the occasional cop who would speak Spanish with him, cops who were just there to write a report and move on with their days – cops.

He tried to stay away from them.

Which meant sticking to beaches and forests, lakes and campgrounds, middle of nowhere places with no people for miles. Leo was good at disappearing. Hiding.

But there were always times when he needed an adult. When he needed to hitchhike, or when he needed food to the point of near passing out. Once for serious medical attention. There was a system to what adults you could trust.

Never cops. You could never trust the cops, no matter what naïve white parents thought. Leo had been in cuffs enough to know that was false.

You also couldn’t usually trust priests. They meant well, sure, but they always ended up calling the authorities in the end. That, or they tried to convert Leo to Catholicism, and while one of those encounters had ended with a swiped bottle of watered-down red wine and a night that made him vow to never drink again, he wasn’t trying to contact the church.

(THAT night, Leo would say he had been stupid. He could admit that)

Homeless people were usually okay. While a lot of them were very suspicious of everyone, almost every homeless person he’d ever met would point him in the direction of food, water, free showers, free clothes, or a library (his saving grace during the heat of the summer and the cold of the winter). The times when he came across gay homeless people were when he felt safest – they especially never pressed him about his background. Ironic, really, that he felt safer with strangers on the street than his foster homes.

Moms were sometimes okay. Especially if they were Hispanic, or black, or just anything but white. They, at least, wouldn’t call the cops on him. But they were also hit or miss – sometimes they helped in way of a meal, or a new bottle of water. One mom even took him to the store and got him new socks and underwear (he had cried that night). But other moms rushed him away from their precious babies. Some moms called him ungrateful for the “space he had.”

Dads were a never. Leo never went to men if he could help it, even if they had children with them. He didn’t trust them as far as he could throw them, and that wasn’t very far.

But it was hurricane season. And he was on the coast. And it was downpouring, and he was starving, and the only people he had seen for miles were a white couple, a man and a woman, standing on the porch of a somewhat rundown shack that Leo would’ve probably thought was abandoned if he hadn’t seen them there.

The man was tall, peppered hair that was shifting more to salt, with a rough beard and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. The woman at his side was short, probably Leo’s height, with dark curly hair and vibrantly blue eyes. It was streaked with gray, but she was, admittedly, a very pretty woman. Something about her smile put Leo at ease.

He clutched his backpack tighter in his fist and stumbled over the sand towards the shack, ankles rolling uncomfortably on the wet ground. He was sure he looked atrocious, sure that the moment they spotted him, they’d shriek and cuss him out and lock the door.

But then he coughed, hard, his shoulders shaking, and the woman whipped her head around. He watched her eyes widen, watched her tug at the man’s sleeve, and then she was bolting – barefoot, Leo noticed – down the steps and over to him.

He flinched when she wrapped an arm over his shoulders, jolting out of her grip more from habit than anything else. She froze, holding both hands up and relaxing her stance. “Hey, honey. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Somewhere deep down, Leo’s brain was scoffing at the patronizing words. But on the surface, he focused on the words, and then sharpened his eyes onto the man as he approached, phone in hand. “I-I c-can’t-”

The woman looked back, down at the phone, and her shoulders stiffened. “Paul, put the phone away, please.”

Her voice held an intonation that Leo couldn’t decipher, but the man – Paul – instantly shut the phone off and pocketed it. The moment it was gone, Leo let his shoulders loosen, and he looked at the woman anxiously. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I-I just…”

“Hey.”

Her arm was more cautious this time, sliding around Leo’s shoulders with a pace that would let him move if he wanted. He didn’t, just let it happen, and then the woman was easing him over the sticky sand and up the steps of the shack, Paul close behind them. He stopped at the door, pushing back hard against the woman’s guiding grip. “I don’t want to ruin your house,” he managed.

The woman’s laugh was…well, to be perfectly honest, it made Leo feel warm. Like she could never hurt him.

Those are usually the most dangerous people, his mind tried to reason with him.

“Sweetheart, it’s just a rental cabin. Besides, I’ve had far worse than a little sand and water on my floors before.”

Before he could wonder at that sentence, she opened the door and nudged him inside. The second that Paul closed the door, the sound of the wind died down and the chill in the air evaporated. Leo realized he was shivering.

The woman’s hands were warm on his cheeks. “My name is Sally, hon. You are-?”

He usually gave a fake name, but – “Leo, ma’am.”

“Don’t you ma’am me,” she scoffed, her voice easy as she helped Leo to the couch. “I’m not that old, am I Paul?”

Paul put his hands up. “I abstain from answering.”

Sally scoffed and pressed a cool hand on Leo’s forehead. “Can I take your backpack, sweetheart?”

Something like panic flared in Leo’s chest, and Sally must have seen it, because she pulled her hand back and held it up. “I’m not moving it far, I just want Paul to dry everything out for you, okay?”

Fingers shaking, Leo shrugged off his bag – the one he’d been carrying for nearly three states – and passed it over to her. She took it like it was a priceless artifact, and handed it to Paul with more tenderness than Leo had ever seen given to an inanimate object. “I think my son might have left some clothes here while he was with us last week,” she said, voice soft. “He’s a little older than you, so some things might be big, but is it okay if we give you some of his clothes while we dry out yours?”

Leo swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Um. Yeah.”

She stood up and left with Paul, giving Leo a moment to be alone and take in the cabin around him.

It was old, but obviously well taken care of, with weathered planks of wood gracing the walls and the floor. He was in the living room, full of mismatched couches and chairs and a bookshelf stacked full of books and games. He didn’t see a TV in sight, but he wasn’t expecting to find one. He stood shakily, suddenly very aware of how wet he was getting the couch, and wrapped his arms around himself as he explored the rest of the main room.

The kitchen was small and cramped, but he could smell something full of tomatoes and spices in the oven that made his tastebuds water. He didn’t dare look for fear of getting caught, so he stepped away and into the tiny dining area. There was sand on the floor, spread thin and fine, and it was such a small thing, but it made Leo relax even more – Sally meant it when she said she didn’t care about him ruining her floors.

But she and Paul had been gone for a while, and Leo wasn’t stupid, okay? It didn’t matter how well intentioned someone was, they always thought they knew better, and if they were gone too long, it meant they were trying to decide for him. So he crept towards the hallway they’d vanished to, praying that he didn’t step on a squeaky board. Old homes always had them in the most inconvenient places.

“-not answering?” he picked up Paul’s voice saying.

“No,” Sally said, a sigh in her voice. “He did say he and Annabeth were on a date, but I didn’t expect them to be in Paris of all places. How did they even-?”

“Can you get ahold of Chiron?”

Not the police, then, Leo reasoned, unless they knew an officer by that name. He leaned a little closer.

“No – I try not to call the camp unless I need to. Phone lines and all that, you know?”

Paul huffed. “I know. And Rachel is at art camp, right?”

“Yup,” Sally said, and Leo heard a sound like a blowing raspberry. “He clearly isn’t aware of anything, Paul. He’s terrified.”

“Probably a runaway,” Paul hummed, and Leo flinched at the damning statement. “Met a couple kids like that teaching.”

He looked like a teacher. You couldn’t trust most teachers either, Leo had learned. They were just like priests. Tried their best, but they always inevitably called someone.

“What did you do? Who did you call?” Sally asked, and Leo stiffened. Here it comes, his brain taunted.

“No one,” Paul said.

Leo blinked, taking a slight step back. What?

“Kids don’t run away for no reason, Sal. Especially not kids like him. Perce taught me that. I mean, maybe in my early days of teaching, I might have called the authorities, but ever since this summer I…how could I risk that? Even before then, I mean…the stories I’ve heard from some of these kids I’ve talked to. We don’t know anything about him. If he ran away, all this way, in this weather? It was bad, love.”

Leo’s throat ached.

He’d never, the whole time he’d been in foster care, ever heard an adult admit that they were wrong to call the authorities on him. Never heard an adult take his perspective into account, especially without even knowing him. Never had an adult admit that his life could be anything other than ideal.

He took another step back and oh shit, there it was, the cursed piece of wood in every old house to ever exist. He cussed under his breath and ducked his head as Sally stepped into the hallway. He refused to look up at her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You were just gone for a while a-and I thought you might be calling someone.”

No verbal response. Instead, a soft bundle of fabric was pressed into Leo’s hands. He startled, gripping onto the clothing, and looked up at Sally and Paul with wide eyes. Paul shook his head. “We’re not calling anyone, son. Not if you don’t want us to. But we do ask that you get cleaned up, before you catch pneumonia.”

Sally tilted her head towards the door across the hall. “Let me know when you’re done, I’ll toss your clothes in the dryer. Paul was just finishing up dinner when you came along. Do you like lasagna?”

Leo’s mouth watered at the thought of eating any kind of food that wasn’t stale crackers and canned tuna. “Yes ma’am.”

“What’d I say about that ma’am nonsense?” Sally scolded.

Leo ducked his head, trying to press down the tears. “Yes, miss,” he chuckled.

Sally laughed as Paul headed for the kitchen. “It’s a start, love.”

~~

Sally’s son’s clothes were soft, well loved. They smelled like sea water and lavender detergent, and though the t-shirt was a gaudy orange with letters so faded that Leo couldn’t read them, he sank into the fabric with a sigh. Sally had also passed him a pair of sweatpants, and Leo hoped that her son wouldn’t be mad if he ever found out that some random foster kid had borrowed them.

If he was anything like Sally, though, Leo had the feeling he’d like him.

His hair was still wet, but this time from a shower, and Leo couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten to stand under an actual stream of hot water without people literally timing him to make sure he didn’t take too long. He stood in front of the mirror, sighing a little at how skinny he’d gotten. He’d always been small – being skinny only made him more of a punching bag for the bigger foster kids. His hair, untamed from weeks of running, hung in his eyes, and he wondered briefly if Sally might have a hair tie he could borrow.

He left the bathroom and crept into the dining room, where Sally was setting the table and Paul was pulling one of the most beautiful lasagnas he’d ever seen out of the oven.

“-texted me, said they’d be back tomorrow morning. He offered to come back sooner,” Sally was saying as Leo stood in the doorway, “but I know he and ‘beth haven’t really gotten to go on any non-monstrous dates recently.”

She blinked when she saw him standing there, and her smile softened into something warm and inviting. “Come on, hon. Paul was just getting dinner out.”

Maybe it was the malnourishment, or Paul’s cooking skills, or Leo’s exhaustion, or a combination of the three, but Leo had never tasted such good Italian food in his life. He downed one, two, three pieces and a full salad before he finally slowed down. To his relief, neither Paul nor Sally gave him any grief about how many pieces he took. Honestly, he thought he watched Paul actively make his slices bigger than theirs.

They’d clearly been talking about their son when he came in the room. This guy was in Paris, on a date with his girlfriend, and he was coming back tomorrow. Leo wondered just how rich this family was – the dad was a teacher, but Sally hadn’t said what she did, and Leo was a little afraid to ask.

When Paul brought out a pie for dessert, Leo almost cried. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had any dessert fancier than a stolen Ding Dong from a corner store. Paul definitely gave him a larger slice than them, and as he ate it, Sally poked at her own pie.

“Leo, we’re not going to pry,” she started, gentle. “Your story is yours, and I know how tricky it can be to share yourself and your past with new people.”

The sad smile Paul shot her didn’t go unnoticed by Leo, and he internally bristled at the thought that this wonderful mom in front of him could understand anything about how he felt, because that meant that she’d gone through shit she didn’t deserve. He said nothing, though, just nodded.

Sally eyed her pie thoughtfully, stabbing a blackberry that had escaped the crust. “But I feel like…well, I feel as though my son especially can relate to how you’re feeling, or at least some of it. If you’d be willing to wait for him to come home, maybe we can figure some things out together.”

Leo felt lost. He’d been lost a lot before, but this was the first time it was mental and not physical. “What?”

Sally looked up, seeming to realize that she’d baffled him. “I mean…”

She looked at Paul, and Leo looked between the two of them, tightening his grip on his fork. They were having a silent conversation. Leo hated when adults did that. “You mean you want to wait until I’m asleep so you can call the cops o-or foster services or-or just wait until your son gets back so he can tell me to get out.”

He shoved his chair back from the table, tears prickling at his eyes. Every time. Every time. He always got his hopes up, always thought he’d found the perfect people, people who got it, and every fucking time, he-

Hands settled on his shoulders, and he ripped away, scowling at Sally. Her eyes were sad, and Leo felt an unwelcome stab of guilt in his chest. “That is not what we were suggesting, ever, honey. I would never call foster services, first of all. They’re atrocious, especially for kids of color.”

Leo jolted back. He’d never had a white woman actively acknowledge his race so bluntly before – it was usually partnered with some demeaning comment about “his kind” of people. He eyed Sally warily.

She lowered her hands, keeping them on her hips where he could see them. “Second, I’d never call the police either. You’re not a problem, and my son has had enough unfortunate encounters with them for me to…distrust them severely, to say the least.”

Her son had-?

“I just…we know a place. Where you would genuinely be safe, hon. No foster homes, no cops, with people who get it.”

She was lying. She had to be lying, no matter what Leo’s heart said. But she wasn’t going to let this go, and he knew it. So he sighed, fidgeted with his fingers. He wished he had something to build. “Okay. I’ll wait for your son to get home.”

Sally relaxed, and Leo gave her a thin smile.

He helped her and Paul clean up the kitchen, put away the leftover lasagna. Sat with them and did a puzzle, played a game of Clue with them. Fixed their radio for them, much to their surprise, and then watched with a small smile on his face as Paul and Sally danced around the living room together. They tried to get him to join, but he’d never been much of a dancer, so he declined.

They bid him goodnight around 11, and he shut the door of their son’s room, let the hours tick on.

At three am, he got up, changed back into his own clothes, left the borrowed ones folded neatly on the foot of the bed. He took a flashlight from the bedside table and slid it into his backpack, stepped out of the bedroom and avoided the squeaky floorboard.

The tool kit from fixing the radio was still on the coffee table, and he picked it up with only the slightest feelings of guilt. Went through the cabinets and pulled out sleeves of crackers, a box of granola, eyed the leftover lasagna with a sad gaze. He found a roll of toilet paper under the sink, a bottle of hand sanitizer in a junk drawer.

He paused by the game of Clue, left out on the table from their match, and let his fingers trace over it sadly. His gut screamed at him to leave. His heart screamed at him to stay. He wasn’t stupid.

Leo had always trusted his gut.

He pocketed the candlestick piece and turned for the door, flinching the second his eyes landed on Sally.

Her hair was done up in a braid, her pajamas wrinkled, and the moon shining through the window reflected the sadness in her eyes. Leo opened his mouth, but couldn’t find it in him to speak – the lump was back.

She stepped forward and he shut his eyes, expecting a lecture. Instead, her hand cupped his cheek. Her other hand pressed into his, and he gasped as he felt the telltale touch of money in his fingers. He looked down at the wad of cash – he couldn’t see how much it was, but he knew that he didn’t deserve it. He looked up at her, panicking. “I can’t-”

“Stay, I know,” she whispered, and that wasn’t what he’d been planning to say, and he knew that she knew that. “I understand, Leo. I understand, sweetie.”

The sob slipped out before he could stop it, and Sally’s eyes softened. She bent at the hip, pressing a soft kiss to his curls. “When you end up meeting my son,” she murmured, “come visit, okay?”

Leo had no idea what that meant, but he nodded, if only to appease her. “I’m sorry,” he croaked.

She squeezed his shoulder. “Nothing to be sorry for, honey. Be safe.”

Sally watched him go, watched him shut the door behind him, and he looked down at the money in his hands with a choked feeling in his chest. It was more than he’d held in his entire life. He couldn’t take it, but he knew she’d be upset if he didn’t. And if there was one thing Leo refused to do, it was make Sally more upset than he already had.

So he pocketed it and, with an aching heart, stepped off the porch of the cabin. The storm from earlier had died down, and, fingers tight on his backpack straps, he started making his way up the beach.

~~

Percy was bouncing up and down at the entrance to Camp Half Blood, fingers curled around Annabeth’s hand. “Do I look okay?” he asked for probably the thousandth time that morning.

Piper rolled her eyes. “Percy, it’s your mom. She doesn’t care what you look like.”

Percy shot her a mock glare. “I haven’t seen her in over a year, McClean, sue me.”

“You look fine, Perce,” Annabeth laughed, kissing his cheek. “She’s gonna mostly care that you’re alive.”

“Okay but this tattoo-”

“Sorry, you vanished on me for over a year, crossed the globe, and you got a TATTOO?” came a very scolding, very obviously Mom Voice, and Leo snickered, turning to see who was about to absolutely whoop Percy’s ass.

And he stumbled on his own feet, lips parting as Sally (Sally Jackson, his unhelpful brain mocked) appeared at the top of the hill. Her hair was a little grayer than it had been when Leo met her, her hips a little wider, but her smile was the same, her laugh as Percy launched himself at her the same peal of delight Leo remembered on his toughest nights, and when she caught his eye over Percy’s shoulder, her smile only widened.

Okay, so sometimes Leo Valdez was kind of stupid.

[quoththe-ravenn]

🦴ANON BACK AGAIN YR THOUGHTS ON DA HOLIDAYS ARE SO RIGHT. i feel like alex gets offended abt st patricks day bc of the 'drunk irishman/scotsman' stereotype while being Completely oblivious to the Very Funny Fact that he literally is that stereotype. like hes all defensive like 'its not even realistic!! and its so offensive!' while the pc is just giggling bc he is literally a drunk redhead downing whiskey At That Very Moment. also i feel like wren would love halloween. if he was rich i feel like he would have one of those giant set ups all over his house to make it look super creepy from the outside. if he doesnt stay at home to give candy hes out there being the trick-or-treater thats WAY too old to be doing it and youre also pretty sure he's drunk but hes having a good time and deffo brags about the amount of candy he gets. also feels like the type of person to be really good at trading candy wih his friends so he only has the types he likes. if he stays at home i feel like he would make people 'prove their worth' to get candy? but its literally just like 'survive this jumpscare from the animatonic clown they sell at spirit halloween' or like 'get to the front door without crying bc of all of the scary decorations'. like yes he is an angel and the love of my life but he is also a little bastard who thinks its a little bit funny to see people get the shit scared outta them. probably the type to pull rlly elaborate pranks with their friends where they try to convince someone theyre haunted. doren and memorial day thoughts also: i think in england its rememberance day?? thats what we have in the rest of the commonwealth as well. i feel like he would be the type of english teacher to teach abt war poetry on that day and tear up a little when reading flanders fields outloud to the class. he teaches abt wilfred owens and other war poets and he seems Wayy Too Invested. (i too am a firm believer in puri's headcanon that he was ex-SAS). i feel like rememberence day would be the one time he would let something slip about his past life but then he would never mention it again. also bc the uk doesnt have thr fourth of july id like to respectfully change mason's fav holiday to guy fawkes day. u light a buncha shit on fire and then go do fireworks and go swimming with your friends. hes a little ashamed to admit it bc he wants to seem like a mature teacher but truth be told this university/high schooler's holiday is his favourite bc of the adrenaline rush and the excuse to go and party with his friends. winter likes it but only bc he wants to talk about the rebellion and the historical roots of guy fawkes day. however it is cool bc he will take u to the secret tunnels beneath the town in a 'recreation' of what guy fawkes himself had to do. ok oxoxo love your thoughts and they made me think my own thoughts so here they are. ily and i slobber all over your writing so much. sorry this was so long

THANK YOU FOR ALL THIS I ASKDGSLDHS LOVE IT.

Serious Big Brain ™ thoughts. I love Wren's Halloween idea!!! If he was rich I can see him doing a full on haunted house out of his house, making it a goal to personally scare everyone he knows.

Doren's makes so much sense!! Yeah I couldn't find any holidays for england bc I am dumb dumb.

Mason's is basically the same bc that's how the 4th of July is here, and Winter's makes so much sense!!!

Thank you for sending these in it helps me a bunch!! 💖💖

LAUGHING SO HARD AT ALEX TOO BC HE SO WOULD THE DUMBASS (affectionate)

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Sorry for the late request but I just saw the Bakugo headcannons for when he was a little kid and I was wondering if I could request something similar for Kirishima

pls i would love to- full warning tho i don’t write kiri pretty much at all so sorry if its a teeny bit ooc!!!! but still,, hope u enjoy ty for the request lovely !!!

okay,, so tiny bb kirishima right- first here’s some general hcs for him bc i couldnt stop myself

-he learns how to tie his shoes first. i cant tell u why he learns first, i just know he wants to be a big kid so he figures it out super early,,, n then he’ll just go around either tying everyone’s shoes for them or teaching them how

-probably has a lot of action figures. makes full in-depth plots for them when he plays. super intense stories with betrayal and romance and high-stakes,, acts out different voices too

-okay, i adore kiri but,,,, he chugs his juice without breathing, gasps super heavily for oxygen afterwards, n then leaves with a constant juice stain around his mouth. he just has too many friends to play with,, he can’t slow down to get a drink of all things

-connects markers together n swings them like a sword. makes ?explosion? noises for some reason when he does it

-probably jabs pencils into his skin. his quirk is developing n he’s a curious little bb,, pls stop him before he stabs himself on a whim

-is incredibly gullible. he believes everyone is his best friend and everyone has only best intentions. this means he frequently gets in trouble for doing something dangerous after being dared to

-very much the kid who will memorize his alphabet backwards, n then repeat it to other people unprompted. not for any particular reason he just thinks its cool

now for the real stuff,,,, hcs about being bby kiri’s childhood crush/best friend

-firstly, kiri introduces u to everyone new as not only his best friend, but also tells them the coolest thing about u. so, for example, he’ll be like “hi i’m kirishima n this is Y/N. they’re my best friend and they can whistle!” ,,, this is how introductions go every single time without fail, no exceptions

-he asks u to draw tattoos on him with markers. pls u just scribble all over his skin n then he’ll show them to his horrified parents like “oh, hey guys, look! so manly right?”

-probably wants to build forts for you guys in the woods. out of like sticks n rocks and stuff. he doesn’t like to build by himself tho,, so he’ll beg u to help

-he’ll probably try to eat gross things to impress u. so like, y’all will watch a movie n he sees a cool, ‘manly’ guy in it drinking black coffee,,,, cue 7 yr old kiri begging his parents for black coffee, just to drink it and immeadiately spit it out in front of u

-creates a million different handshakes. just so many, n teaches u all of them

-crashes so hard every time his parents bring him over for a playdate. like he’ll be 100% enthusiam for 40 mins n then completely collapse into u, dead asleep when ur in the middle of a board game

-u can’t tell me he wouldnt be the clingiest little guy. not necessarily in a possessive way, but just, ur his favorite friend and so if anything good happens he wants u to be there for it with him

-tiny kiri would probably hug and kiss and hold hands. just rlly affectionate towards everybody but especially his close friends

-saves his snacks for when u can eat with him. like, he’d rather wait, even if he has to share the food with u, than eat by himself

-he is v desperate for ur approval/attention tho,, n often does little things to get you to laugh. these include

1.) if someone with glasses is talking to you, he’ll stand behind their back and put his fingers into little ‘o’s around his eyes. not even to make fun of them or anything,, he just thinks it’s silly to pretend to have glasses when he doesnt

2.) tells other kids that it’s ur birthday when it’s not. both of u find it very funny when other people keep mistakenly wishing u a happy birthday

3.) intentionally hardens his skin when u high-five him,,, just so he can hear u laugh and recoil back

-bb eijiro tells you ‘secrets’,,, there has literally not once ever been an actual secret, he just tells u there is so u lean in. then he just smiles n whispers a little ‘spspspsps’ in ur ear while giggling

-when he has to draw his family in school he’ll draw u in. n the teacher will come over like “no, the assignment was just the family that you live with at home’ n he’ll just smile and refuse to change it. says no politely tho,, he’s still a sweet boy

-will follow u in hide and seek. like,, if y’all are both hiding he’s just going to go hide close to where u are. then he’ll make noise so he’s found first and intentionally lead the seeker away from u

-challenges himself to ridiculous feats to impress u. just like, he’ll see a bee and intentionally go bother it so he can prove how ‘tough’ he is to you by not crying when it stings him. spoiler alert- he cries. that doesn’t stop him from trying again tho

-so in conclusion,, bb kiri is the cutest little guy on earth. just a total sweetheart

hope u enjoyed @lazyfiresuitcasehero ,, ty once again for the request babes!!!

[scarlet-fantasies]

What about their career and 🎒(modern of course)

Awesome question. Keep requesting!

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Q:Careers and going to school with them

:: Eren::

Okay so I could see Eren being really good with English but he sucks at math.😂😂

Like he’s never been able to do Math. His highest score was probably a B and it was the only time he got a high score.

Most of the time he’d have C’s in Math or lower.

He just seems to prefer literature.

And I think he likes to read.

I could see older Eren of course faultering into many different directions at first.

I personally don’t think he could go in the medical field like some say.

He’s not cut out for it tbh.

Tho I guess if he was a doctor it’d probably be a dentist. And maybe for kids since they give him less of a hard time.

I think Eren really likes kids too🤭😉

I think the possible careers he could have are probably::

An author.

Magazine editor who also has a blog.

Magazine journalist.

Newspaper journalist.

English Literature Teacher at College or University.

Publishing copy-editor/proofreader.

Or something related to business.

He obviously majored in English too.

More specifically writing.

Now college/uni with his gf is chaotic.

It’s probably where he met his one and only as well.

He doesn’t share a place with her cause he just doesn’t.

But he takes classes with her sometimes.

He doesn’t mind if she has a different career path than him either.

He finds it interesting actually.

Though he is just a mess, especially in math class.

He’ll ask you for a pencil bc he forgot one.

He takes pictures of you in class.

Likes the way you sit in the chair cause he see how thick you look from behind.😏

When you catch him staring you get mad.

If you suck at English helps you but there’s a price to page for every paper he checks.

“For every error you make, I get a kiss.” He’d grin making you annoyed.

He pics you up from classes to spend time with you.

He even drives you to school and takes you home.

Spends so much time with you.

Likes to study with you so you go to the library on campus and he likes to kiss you behind the bookshelf.

He will try to go further but you’ll push him away.

“Eren, there are people here.”

He will ask you to move in with him but if you say no, he’d still bring you over to his place many times.

Cause he just really wants you to be there with him and he loves seeing you being domestic for him too.

Since he finds you cute.

If you say yes just expect yourself to get mad with him a lot cause of his dirty laundry 😂😂

Forces you to stay the night with him even tho he has a single bed but it gives him the excuse to hold and touch you.

“Eren your bed is too small.” You’d whine.

“Why’s that?” He’d ask playfully.

“Mmm you keep putting your hand-“

“Keep putting my hand where?” He’d tease while clutching your boob.

I know he’s an ass man but he likes boobs too.

Making you blush of course.

He will eventually play with the waist band of your pants and slip his hand in to feel your underwear.🙄

And you just flip out cause you weren’t expecting since you were have asleep so it kinda tickles.

When you scream he just laughs knowing he’d caught you off guard.

“Eren stoooop” you’d whine wanting to sleep.

He’d laugh before nibbling your ear, before mocking you, “Eren stoooop.~”

Then of course you have to laugh and turn around to hit him playfully.😂😂

He takes some semesters off and encourages you to do so.

When this happen he will usually just get a job or two.

He wants you to have summers off with him so he can plan vacation and what not.

You both go to parties together too.

But you need to avoid him getting drunk since last time he threw up on your shoes.

You were mad so he bought you knew ones.

::Zeke::

Omg he’s had so many jobs and careers

He can like never decided what he wants too do.

He changes a lot but he finds it be an adventure.

Zeke is a go with the flow kind of guy.

He’s really smart and diverse with different kind of things he’s just not sure what he should choose.

The possible careers:

If he leaned on the medical side it be a vet or paramedic.

Math teacher since I see him

Being freakishly good at math.

He could an engineer

A data scientists

Or maybe something even in the science field too.

Tho I think the main job I see for him would be a veterinarian cause I see that he likes to take care of animals and stuff.

He probably would live with his girlfriend and if you don’t it’s like you do cause you are always over at his place.

Like a lot.

He buys you food all the time.

Especially whe you both study.

You guys have a lot of late night study sessions.

It’s mostly cause he’s tutoring you or helping you prep.

Sometimes he likes to read to you and so he puts on his reading glasses to do this and you love it.

The glasses on him give you butterflies.

And usually you’ll get lost in the story while looking at him but he’ll just wiggle his eyebrows to distract you.

He likes that when you come over you stay over for the night too.

So he shares his bed you and places you on top of him.

It’s one of his fav ways to sleep.

He has your fav snacks too.

And he has spare clothes for you.

He takes you to school on his motorcycle.

Idk y but I see him having one that’s black.😂

Likes to take walks with you to ease your mind off things.

He takes classes with you for fun too.

Doesn’t really struggle in any subject so he gives you the answers.

His hand in your jean pocket a lot.

Head kisses before you go to class that tickle because of his beard.

If you ever need a break from hw he takes you out or watches a movie with you.

Sometimes he interupts your studying by nuzzling his face into your neck which tickles with his facial hair.

He does it to hear you giggle.

And he just loves to distract you and play bite too.

He’s always walking you to your classes.

But if you have a class together he’s going to sit next to you and have his hand rest on your thigh causally.

Will grip it to show a sign for later tho if needed.

If your on a sports tream he watches you play.

Mostly cause after practice he buys you food or let’s you shower at his place.

Tho you don’t expect him to be there so it’s a shock.

“Zeke, what are you doing here?” You’d ask.

“I came to give my girl lunch.” He’d smile handing you some take out food you like.

“You don’t have to.” You’d smile.

Sometimes he takes you home to cook food tho.

But he’s just really all about the whole “Touch my butt and buy me pizza,” phrase.😂😂

He goes to parties with you and makes sure you don’t drink a lot.

Cause he doesn’t want you getting out of hand. But you always tell him he needs to stop drinking even tho his tolerance is higher than yours.

So he deals with you being silly and wasted and he never gets fed up with you.

“Zeke, I see a unicorn in the room.” You’d say sitting in his lap as he was holding you and helping you put on your pjs.

“Oh really? What color is it?” He’d ask while buttoning up your shirt.

“Pink! Do you see it?! Do you see it!?” You’d say excitedly.

“Yes I do see it. But you need to sleep otherwise the unicorn won’t come back.” He’d grin at your silliness. And then you agree to sleep.

He most likely put his phone in the corner to video tape you and to use it for blackmail later.

“Zeke! Delete it!” You’d shout jumping up to get his phone.

“No I like the video it looks cute.” He’d grin hold the phone up high. You’d try to jump but it was no use.

“You’re the worst.” You’d pout.

He’d pull you by your waist and kiss you. “You’re welcome.”

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[jojosbizarrefanfics]

Hello! Can I order up a Jotaro x childhood friend(he has a crush on her ahdhhehshda) and she's kinda like Microphage from Cells at work? Motherly, a stand user(so she tags along on the journey), and she's busty so she accidentally smothers the joot in them? Not nsfw, but maybe something a bit light hearted and funny bc theres so many angst and we need more silliness. Hope you're okay with this, and hope this isn't vague or anything! Bye~!♡

One order of Jotaro x busty lifelong friend reader coming right up! I got carried away oops

I’ve never seen Cells At Work but the fandom wiki + your request being not-vague = I think I got what you’re going for and I love it for Jotaro fkkdfkskfkskfk

You were friends with most of your class in elementary school, but that changed once you hit puberty. Jotaro was the only friend who didn’t care that you suddenly had boobs, and you were the only girl in the class that didn’t have a weird crush on him. You valued each other as people and had a deeper bond than most people even realized.

Holly loved you and often made comments when you weren’t around about when you two would start dating. Especially while he was still in high school, Jotaro always shrugged her off, insisting that you two were just friends.

When his Stand awakened, you were there for him. Along the way to Egypt, you’d explain to him how you were born with yours but no one could see it and, as a child, your parents and teachers just dismissed it as an imaginary friend so you never brought it up to anyone. Your bond only grew deeper, and as you joined him on the quest to defeat Dio — he tried to tell you it would be too dangerous, but you refused his refusal — you two just grew even closer, especially over nights of you dressing his wounds and grieving lost friends. Your Stand, called Macrophage, took the form of a stark white woman wearing a maid outfit and would often cuddle with Star Platinum during these intimate moments.

You both shared your first kiss during one of your Stands’ cuddle sessions after you helped patch each other up. It was in a hotel room in Egypt and you both weren’t totally sure you’d live to see the next sunrise. Neither of you ever spoke about it again.

Ever since returning from Egypt, Jotaro started to wonder if there was any merit in what Holly was suggesting: should he ask you out, or was it better to not risk ruining a decades long friendship?

He decided against testing those waters. He convinced himself that kiss you shared was just the heat of the moment and from a fear of dying. But over the years, he noticed you denying men left and right — just like how he’d deny women. He knew why because he experienced the same thing: people tended to not care enough to look beyond the surface.

Josuke Higashikata was still trying to figure out the enigma that was his nephew when he saw Jotaro heading to the train station. Was he leaving already? It didn’t look like he had a ticket. Josuke, alongside Okuyasu, followed Jotaro in from a distance, but before they could approach to ask, a train pulled up and the passengers departed. They decided to linger back and wait.

You spotted Jotaro instantly: he was hard to miss due to how tall and broad he was, so you always knew to look up and go wherever you saw one of his signature hats. Josuke saw Jotaro smile for the first time when the gorgeous and large-chested (HC) woman ran up to him and jumped up, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.

Jotaro was quick to lift you up into the hug, strong arms wrapping around your torso. This wasn’t his style, but it was yours and he knew by now to just let you have your moment of affection. There was no stopping you and resistance was pointless.

“How’s my favorite marine biologist?” You asked.

“I’m the only marine biologist you know, (YN),” he replied as he set you down.

You ran your hands over the lapels on his jacket, then one up to cup his cheek. “You look good. But have you been sleeping?”

“Trying to,” Jotaro said. “It’s good to see you, (YN). I’m glad you came.”

“Come on, now. My best friend tells me there’s some weird, potentially-Stand related activity going on in a normally quiet town and you think I’m not gonna drop everything and catch the next train?” You said with a laugh.

“Do you have any other bags?” Jotaro asked.

“Just these two. I tried not to overpack but you know how well that works out for me,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“やれ やれ だぜ,” Jotaro said playfully as he picked up your bags. “Don’t even fight me on this. Come on, the hotel’s not far from here.” He swallowed, not sure why he suddenly felt nervous asking you, “Are you okay with sharing a room with me? I’m not sure how dangerous things could get.”

“JoJo, please,” you said. “You should know by now that it’s okay.”

“Did she just call him JoJo?” Josuke asked Okuyasu. Now that you two were on the move, it was easier to overhear.

“Look at her! Do you think it’s his girlfriend or somethin’? Man, she’s hot!”

The hotel was just across the intersection, but you stopped Jotaro before you could cross. You held a hand up and took a deep breath. Macrophage emerged and confirmed what you thought for you.

“What is it?” Jotaro asked.

“We’re being followed,” you said. “Two men... no. Teenage boys?”

Jotaro groaned. “Remember what I told you with my grandparents?”

“Oh, is this..?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you like him?” You asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” Jotaro said flatly.

Suddenly, the two of you were much closer to one another: it was almost as if the space between you two vanished into an invisible vacuum. Jotaro, carrying your bags and not expecting the sudden shift, lost his balance a bit and, as you tried to help catch him, his face ended up firmly planted between your chest.

“(YN), forgive me,” he said as he stood. You noticed a hint of pink to Jotaro’s cheeks, a rare sight indeed.

“It’s ok. Is your... uncle?”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Is he a Stand user?”

“I swear that half this damn town is,” Jotaro said. Just when he felt the embarrassment fading, he felt someone pushing him and his face landed right between your breasts again.

“Clearly they want a show,” you said. You looked around, saw no one on the street, and to Jotaro’s surprise, you pushed his face further between your breasts. “Trust me, ok?”

“What the hell?”

Suddenly, the sound of Josuke and Okuyasu screaming could be heard clearly as they ran from the alley they were hiding in. From there, you helped Jotaro stand up.

“I’m so glad you were never like that as a teenager,” you said with a laugh.

“Jotaro-san!” Okuyasu cried as they approached you both. “We’re sorry! Miss! We’re sorry!”

“Please tell your Stand to not kill us!” Josuke cried, hands clasped together.

Jotaro was hiding his face with his hat. He was equal parts furious and mortified, hoping you wouldn’t think any less of him.

“If you two got your heads out of your pants you’d have seen Macrophage coming,” you said. “ばかやろう...”

“Her Stand is just as deadly as Star Platinum,” Jotaro said. “You two should be more careful next time you decide to snoop around.”

“We’re sorry! We thought it would be funny!” Josuke said nervously.

“Is this your girlfriend, Jotaro-san?” Okuyasu asked.

You looked to Jotaro, who simply picked up suitcase with one hand, slung your backpack over his shoulder, and then grabbed you by the hand and dragged you across the street. They didn’t follow.

“You okay, JoJo?” You asked.

“I’ve decided I don’t like them.”

You stifled a laugh. “I can’t tell if you’re pissed off or flustered.” He never let go of your hand. “You don’t have to worry about it, you know.”

He was silent still, so you said nothing. You knew pressing it wouldn’t get you anywhere. But, you noticed, he didn’t let go of your hand.

Jotaro sighed in relief once the hotel room door was closed behind you both. The Morioh Grand Hotel lived up to its name, you thought. Once Jotaro set your things down, you sat next to each other on the edge of the bed.

“You have this look in your eyes that I know all too well,” you said. Jotaro looked up at you and you both made eye contact. “There’s something you want to say. And it’s not about the Stand users in Morioh.”

“Do you remember that last night in Egypt before we faced DIO?”

You nodded. “I’ll never forget it.”

“Have you ever thought about what it would be like if I were to kiss you again?”

You smiled. “Yes. I do, and frequently.” It all made sense now, why he was so nervous when Josuke and Okuyasu pulled that prank with their Stands.

“And I’m not just thinking this because of what just happened.”

“I know,” you said. “I know you better than that, JoJo.”

Jotaro didn’t say anything else. Instead, he just kissed you again. This time, the world wasn’t ending. This time, he allowed himself to feel everything in full.

[ahtsumu]

cOuNtRy BoY i LoVe YoUuU–– miya atsumu.

GENERAL HEADCANONS

☆ y’know that kid everyone hates but all the parents love? that’s miya atsumu for you

he’s such a mama’s boy ugh

she’ll see him with mud all over his jeans and be like “miya atsumu! what’d i tell you ‘bout goin’ muddin’!?” and he’s like “sorry ma! just got too excited”

and what’s she gonna do? nothing. absolutely nothing. she just laughs and shake her head because atsumu’s boyish charm is adorable

osamu hates this !!! they’re always competing for mama miya’s heart LOL

☆ says “mornin’ ma'am how’s your day been so far” to the gas station lady and then roasts the life out of his friends

anyone older than 30 adores atsumu to death and anyone his age thinks he’s the annoying dumb hot guy LMAO

☆ plays quarterback on the football team and he’s damn good at what he does !! he’s taken the team to nationals three times already and he’s hoping to end senior year with a first place trophy

☆ teachers also love him to death bc he’s such a sweet-talker and asking questions as if he actually cares about differential equations and antiderivatives but nooo LOL bby’s just trying to make the GPA cut for travelling

it’s a 2.2

☆ on days without practice he’ll hang out around the school parking lot with the Gang™, leaning against his pick-up truck and blasting music from his car speakers to look “cool”

rlly he’s just wasting his time and even his friends think it’s stupid asf like omg no one is looking. atsumu how r u not embarrassed

☆ drives stick shift and thinks he’s hot shit 😭😭😭 he’s not wrong it is hot tho

☆ plays country trap around the boys

when “old town road” first dropped lil nas x was on repeat for 2 months

atsumu has a playlist of EVERY SINGLE REMIX and he’s like “they’re differENT juSt liSTen!!!”

out of all of the boys he has the WORST taste in country music it’s deadass just lil nas x, florida georgia line, luke combs, and morgan wallen

sometimes he’ll spice it up with a little luke bryan but that’s pushing it 😭

his guilty pleasure is that one farmer song by lil tracy and lil uzi vert 

do not trust him with the aux

someone come collect him pls

☆ atsumu’s favourite southern meal undoubtedly has meat in it–– ribs, fried chicken, pulled pork, you name it

but he’s weak for peach cobbler and a side of vanilla ice cream for dessert bc homeboy’s got a massive sweet tooth

☆ he may be helpful in helping out with farmwork but this boy cannot fish to save his life

he has a picture of him holding a MASSIVE trout on his instagram and tinder (which he downloaded illegally for his ego lmfao) but really osamu caught it for dinner one night while camping and atsumu stole it for a 30 second photo

☆ owns camouflage but ironically ! 

whips it out on days he thinks suna might pull up in camo

why? no one knows. it cracks him up tho LMFAO

☆ atsumu actually dresses quite well–– his style is the typical southern prep: 

a pair of jeans/shorts and a crisp button-up paired with double monks

loves a good leather belt

his favourite leather is BROWN leather, thank you very much !

☆ owns cowboy boots and he’s so proud of them

they’re steel-toed and decorated by a simple stitch pattern but it gets all the city folks fawning over him so it’s his most prized possession

HE USES THEM TO IMPRESS CITY FOLK LOL he’s like “howdy” and they’re like 😍🤤😍🤤😍🤤

flirts by asking if they’d like to see his horse i––

☆ like his twin, atsumu is undoubtedly great with animals

dogs love him !! like they’re just naturally attracted to him plus he gets so smiley and happy around them

he was probably a golden retriever in a past life lmfaoo

he’s a phenomenal horse-rider too

he rides the horses out at night bc he just loves the wind in his face,,, like a dog

where he differs from osamu is that he hates the actual work of taking care of an animal lmao

☆ works a summer job at six flags because he loves going on rides for free he’s so cute ugh

DATING HEADCANONS

☆ aside from football atsumu also starts the inarizaki high school slam poetry club, which is, coincidentally, also just the entire football team 

listen it’s rlly cute how the slam poetry club was founded ok don’t laugh

after developing a massive crush on you, atsumu realises that he’s got too much of a meathead reputation to stand a chance LOL so he goes out of his way seem more “intellectual”

basically he’s like “i’m gonna venture into poetry bc girls love sensitive guys” and convinces the entire football team to host slam poetry nights in hopes you’ll show up at the shows

he starts leaving little poems in your locker and it’s like rupi kaur shit 😭

“you’re the brightest rose

in this garden

and you 

don’t 

even

know.

---a.m.”

☆ anyway you don’t even show up to the slam nights (you have ✨taste✨) but you do show up to his games!

☆ and eventually he works up the courage to actually ask you out and ofc you say yes bc he does it in such a cute way ugh

he stops you in the parking lot after a game and goes like “hey, uh, yer in my econ class and all yer comments are always so funny and..” and he’s just word-vomiting and eventually he gets to the point where he’s like “anyway i was wonderin’ if yer free friday night?”

☆ your first date is actually at an empty field near school

you’re just talking and getting to know each other better in the back of his pick-up truck under a bright moon, covered in blankets, each of you cradling a hot mug of cider

it’s kinda chilly but atsumu is literally a furnace

and atsumu just opens up the notes app on his phone and he reads you six poems and they’re all like 4 lines with weird enjambment HAHAHA

“you look. 

just like the moon. 

---a.m.”

most of his lines are actually plagiarised from popular country songs and you definitely recognise them but he just looks so darn cute awh you can’t rlly call him out rn (but you definitely do later in your relationship)

around two hours into the date he’s like “actually i’m the president of the slam poetry club” and you’re like “oh that’s cool!” (no it’s not omg ur praying he doesn’t start slamming right then and there bc you’ve heard rumours of what horrors the club has produced)

☆ if you like driving be prepared to Not Drive once you start dating atsumu (... or at least drive Less Frequently… unless you cut him a deal of some sort...)

he LOVES picking you up for school and this is the only time he’ll change the music playing in his car !!

he puts on the little playlist he made just for you and it’s got songs like:

cruise by florida georgia line (he literally always runs up to you and randomly sings “baby you a song” 😭)

burnin’ it down by jason aldean

play it again by luke bryan

but your song is “our song” by taylor swift ugh he knows every single line and he’s been dreaming of having a relationship like the one she describes ever since it dropped

ps: he’s actually the world’s biggest swiftie and thinks her earliest albums were the best

he got osamu on board too LMAO they go to her concerts whenever she visits their state. now you do too!!

☆ always drives with one hand on your thigh bc he’s just like that 🥰

☆ tried to learn how to play the guitar to serenade you but it was a miserable fail (he just can’t do the barre chords bc they’re so hard and what for !!)

☆ he’s such a good line-dancer tho

he’ll take you out to dance and it’s just such a vibe to see him smiling under lights, spinning you around at the barn dance with the goofiest smile on his face

☆ any time you guys fight or argue he’ll head out to the pasture behind his house and brood under the moon in the back of his pick-up truck LOL he’s so dramatic but it’s so cute!!