#sorry if it's a bit rush I tried to write everything on my break LMAO

[shenanibyte]

Guys, how we feeling about my Redeemed!Editor AU:

Due to the Editor's incompetence in defeating Polyblank on multiple occasions, he's essentially been fired from the Syndicate, losing his title, power, riches, everything.

Of course, when discarded like rubbish onto the dark, rainy streets, he knows how to defend himself. Sure, he might not have any high-tech gadgets or gizmos, his cyborg henchmen no longer answer his call, and he doesn't even have a plain metal bat or brass knuckles—but he never truly needed any of that before the Syndicate days. All he ever needed were his hands.

He's able to fend for himself for quite some time. However, as more and more people the Editor has wronged crawl out of the woodwork, each wanting him squashed like a bug, just as the Syndicate treated them or smashed like some sort of morbid piñata, he can't keep up. He narrowly manages to escape into an alleyway, seeking shelter from the rain and the scorching pain lighting up his body like a Christmas tree before finally passing out.

And that's where Polyblank comes in.

Sure, seeing one of the Syndicate’s former sector heads crumpled up like a discarded, soggy gum wrapper, smug grin wiped clean off his face, might be a cause for celebration. But not for Polyblank. Instead, he picks the Editor up bridal style and carries him to his humble abode.

The next morning, the Editor regains consciousness, het he's a bit disoriented, confused about where he is.

A warm cozy apartment?

A warm cozy bed?

Is he dead?

That’s what he thinks until the pieces click as he explores the apartment and spots the thorn in his side: Polyblank, fast asleep on the living room couch.

Great.

Y'know what? He'd rather be in hell.

When Polyblank eventually wakes up, the Editor immediately starts blabbering. He asks why Polyblank “rescued” him off the street, rambling about how he’s going to turn him into Nexus, or how Polyblank just wanted to steal the final blow for himself because he's too cheap to let someone else have it. But Poly quickly shuts him up—placing a finger over his lips and shaking his head.

It turns out that Polyblank genuinely wanted to keep him safe.

The Editor can’t wrap his head around it! If the roles were reversed, he would’ve turned himself in just for the praise. And oh, how he YEARNS praise. So, despite Polyblank trying his best; cooking for him, letting him shower, lending him clothes, and taking the couch while the Editor sleeps in his bed, the Editor remains suspicious.

He’s convinced Poly is leading him on, waiting for the right moment to turn him in.

He debates sneaking out in the middle of the night. He’s pretty sure he remembers Mary’s address. But then he remembers all those guys out there...

Waiting, salivating for a chance to beat him to a pulp, and he's in no condition to defend himself. So he decides to stay a few more days, just enough to milk Polyblank’s "hospitality" before making his great escape.

...So, um, that great escape?

Never happens.

He eventually settles. He becomes comfortable in Polyblank’s presence. He starts opening up by dropping Syndicate secrets here and there. He can’t help it; he needs someone to ramble to. He rants about how unprofessional their business practices are. And oh, how they fumbled someone important—himself!

Later on, his bitterness toward the Syndicate becomes a weapon. He reveals upcoming plans to Polyblank and the Director, intel that might expose the locations of other Syndicate agents and sector heads.

And for that, he's recognized. Fully recognized.

After their first successful mission together, Polyblank even brings him a small cake! The Editor can’t help but love the feeling. The warmth that flows through his body, the genuine enthusiasm he hasn’t seen in years.

So he keeps helping. He stays.

Eventually, he ditches “the Editor” title altogether. He either starts going by his real name (Elroy, in my case) or a codename Polyblank makes up for him. Even his style changes. No more suits or polished hair, just casual clothes that actually let him breathe.

But, of course, not everything is hunky-dory.

One day, he runs into another Syndicate Head. And they don’t mince words. They mock him—for helping a lowly Nexus agent. For growing soft. For changing. For becoming a shadow of what the Editor used to be.

[renranram]

Hi darlll super love your stories!!!!! huhu even though its so short it's enough to keep me fed for a whole week HAHAHAHA.

That aside I kinda have another suggestion do take your time! Always take breaks, you don't have to write as soon as you see this🫶 (just tryna keep the schlatt community alive/j)

Anyways what about schlatt with either a preggy or reader with a newborn baby (like they just gave birth orrr it's a nephew? cause SCHLATT HANDLING KIDS IN HIS INTERN VID WAS SO SWEET AJSHSH) or maybeee baby accidentally shows themselves on screen with jambo and burnt soup following them (sorry if it's so long LMAO)

Ps. Holding rammy or something eehehehehe... Also genuinely don't know if I skipped your rules etc but yeah I hope this is comfortable for u to write 🫶

Dad Schlatt

sfw

new dad schlatt trying to take care of your daughter!

( a/n; COME BACK OF THE YEAR LET'S GOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️ ill also post more later 👍🏻 )

jay sighs, watching you two, his treasure, fall asleep in bed, you facing your toddler, your baby girl, he looked at you with admiring eyes, he can't help but catch himself smiling

he can't believe your daughter will be 3 in a few weeks, he still remembers everything, “ jay- oh my god.. im so sorry for interrupting the r-recording… but i think.. i think she's coming out “ you burst into his room, recording an episode of chuckle sandwich, deep in pain as you hold tightly on your stomach

“ holy shit “ schlatt immediately rushes to you, not minding the recording anymore, “ my water broke “ you mumble at him as he caresses your cheek, “ okay, we'll be okay, let's go to the car “ he tries to reassure you, panicking himself, gently lifting you up, bridal style as he carefully rushes downstairs

during the ride to the hospital schlatt kept his hand with yours, holding you tightly as you tried to calm yourself, moaning in pain, “ im so sorry toots, it'll be okay, just take a deep breath, yeah? “ his thumb caressing your knuckles, stealing a peck

after you arrive the man patiently waited outside of the operation room, waiting for you to be okay and your little angel to be born, clenching his hands as he takes deep breaths, pacing back in forth, his anxiety rising up

and after hours of waiting schlatt immediately rushes in when he hears you've been admitted to a room, “ toots? toots? how are you? you alright? “ he approaches you, caressing your hair, you chuckling softly, “ im fine jay “ your hands intertwine, as you peck his knuckle

“ i wish you could've seen her… she's so pretty “ you whisper, a bit weak due to birthing just a few minutes ago, schlatt couldn't help but sigh in relief, “ yeah?, im guessing she took her mother's genes “ he smiles at you, endearingly, jay softly pecking your cheek

you could only giggle, as the nurse enters your room, “ how are you feeling darling? “ she gently asks, checking your vitals, before facing jay, “ you can watch your pretty princess on the nursery now “

“ baby, why don't you see her? “ you suggest, smiling softly, “ but toots, what about you? “ schlatt asks, wary to leave you even for just a minute, “ awh don't worry sweetie, i’ll look after her “ the nurse, with the nametag of sarah, smiles at him reassuringly

“ now shh go “ you gently pat his butt as he steals a quick forehead peck, “ alright… be careful yeah? “ he hums slowly leaving the room

as he walked towards the nursery, a small smile came to his face, seeing the newborn children inside, finding children, adorable, his eyes tries to look for your daughter, ‘ loreine schlatt ‘, his eyes sparkle in affection, seeing your baby laying in the crib, a pink bonnet on her hair, with a matching pink blanket

“ jesus fuck… im a dad now “ schlatt breathes out, leaning closer to the glass window, “ my pretty little girl “ he whispers staring at his daughter through the glass, his chest getting warmer every second

after a week, you're finally released from the hospital, and god, did anyone warn you how stressful it is to be parents?

schlatt decided to take a break from youtube, to finally focus on you two, he was amazing at it, managing to look out for his healing wife and his… crybaby of a daughter

as the two of you cuddle, schlatt hums, finding rest for a bit, watching your chest rise and fall, as you snore quietly, he chuckles softly, fixing your hair with his featherlight touch hoping not to wake you up

and that's was his rest, as loreine, yells and sobs, the man sighs, tiredly sitting up as he glances at his alarm, 3:45 am, he groans softly before approaching your daughter's room, already having a miniature fridge on her room to avoid rushing downstairs to make milk

“ you like interrupting daddy’s rest, no? “ jay baby talks your daughter as she wails, her tiny chubby hands wavering around as he gently lifts her up, cradling her, “ you got your mother's mouth, loud “ he jokes, gently grabbing her milk, guiding it to her mouth

humming a song as he moves back and forth slowly, hoping to calm her down, “ it's 3 in the morning and my tiny lady is bothering mee “ he said in a sing song way, gently caressing her cheek with his finger, “ i can't believe i made you “ he whispers, smiling

his baby talking slowly calms your daughter down, sucking the shit out of her milk as she cooes

“ i can't believe, one day, you'll grow up and have a boyfriend, then you're gonna leave daddy “ he playfully scolds your daughter, before noticing burnt soup and jambo entering the room, meowing, “ you guys are awake too? “ he asks, chuckling, “ she's a pretty loud sibling isn't she? “ he jokes

noticing loreine finally gone back to sleep, he gently puts her back down on the crib, switching the milk for a pacifier, as soup and jambo look at your daughter, as if guarding her, “ you two gonna be her guards now? “ he kneels down, gently petting jambo and soup, “ then you better take care of her alright? she's grow up and take care of you two too “ he smiles

before standing up, stretching, eyeing up a rammie plushie of his, the first of it's kind, before gently setting it next to his daughter, smiling as he watches loreine immediately hugs it

[imperiuswrecked]

Time to read Namor (2024) #1

I personally think Namor would rather die than ever admit his weakness to enemies.

Aaron has never been able to write Namor's noble arrogance & pride correctly.

S.M. 39 - Sub-Mariner 1939 (creation year)?

I want to physically slap Namor out of his depression so hard that my hand breaks on his perfect cheekbones.

Someday, a writer will remember Prince Byrrah exists and then the toxic royal cousin rivalry will be back on! He def would have been at the forefront of this misadventure to lead Namor into trouble.

Finally a bit of in character-ness, Namor being annoyed that the humans weak prison and ripping through the bars like it's nothing.

I can't recall, was it that awesome Namor fanfic that first introduced Namor gaining strength through blood (aka the Blood-Mariner) or was it in a comic? I'll come back to this point later to check.

Action/art in this book is great, I do love the artists so much.

He's so sad, a depressed mess.

Stingray??? This man is always around when Namor is beat to hell and tied up by humans, I swear. Except the last time he was put on display and not in a hospital bed, and it was Walter who captured Namor. (Sub-Mariner 1969 #19)

I mean the fish never spoke to you before Namor but that's ok, I know you've been knocked on the head a lot of times in your life. (Kidding aside, The fish in the Marvel universe don't talk, that's Aquaman's thing. Namor has a mild telepathy that let's him persuade/command them)

Which is the better sea pun? World War Sea or Searebro? Vote below

The thing is the Atlanteans have always been treated that way without anything to stop them?? Like the kids who were left to die on the shore in Aaron's Avengers, what repercussions did the international world instigate when that happened? It was only ever Namor who stood up for his people, and tried to implement change in the surface world's governments. Heck he finally got Atlantis/the ocean into the UN back in 2018. It's not like the humans have ever cared about the oceans or Atlanteans, so while I get the urgency Walter should have just said "Attuma said your ass looks fat and you're an ugly skank, and he insulted your mother" bc then Namor would have been rushing to beat him up. lmao.

Sorry it's just really funny to me that Namor in the past would have left everything in an instant the moment Attuma even glanced at Atlantis. The (Defenders comic? need to check) scene where he just fucks off back into the ocean always lives in my heart.

While I see what Aaron is trying to do, I don't trust him enough to carry it out because while he's set up Namor to be sympathetic in the past by the end of his use of Namor in Avengers/Enter the Phoenix, Namor is the one who was blamed for everything without any acknowledgement of the help he gives to humans, etc.

Here.

This is where I really feel that Aaron doesn't get Namor. I understand a lot of people see Namor as this cruel character but he's not. He can be capable of cruelty but he really did not start being so cold until he was an adult. It's not until after WWll, after the deaths' of his mother, Fen, his wives, Dorma & Marrina, and finally his younger cousin Nita, that Namor really changes into today's modern interpretation of the character. You can actually see his character progression into what most people know him as in the 2000s and beyond comics, but younger Prince Namor?

Prince Namor is arrogant, and brash, and prideful, but he was also kind and selfless. He was happy once.

Compare Aaron's flashbacks to Busiek's in Namor: King in Black and there is a world of difference in how they are written. Aaron's has never shown that he has the writing range of being able to write Namor's less mean side. I should say more innocent side? Because he does have one, one that believes that he should be a protector of his people. This kinda behavior is something I expect from Prince Byrrah, who was always selfish and cruel and put a lot of emphasis on him being the Heir to the Throne. This isn't the first time Aaron's written about Namor's younger self, in his Avengers, he also wrote him like this, but killing a shark just for fun.

*sigh* I knew it was coming bc of the preview of coverart but we really are back in the old suit. I do like how the artist added some flair, but I will be honest that I already miss his slutty fish net pants. Of course I wouldn't be complaining if we got Namor back in his speedo.

The worst of it was just how right I was about how Aaron really fails to grasp Namor's character. That's always been my complaint about the writer.

If the setup was in the hands of another writer I would love it bc I love Fantasy Court intrigue & battles.

However I do have to say the artists have been really great and I can't wait to see what they do next!

[galaxy-lilies]

Hey!!! I'm running a fanfic rec page but I feel like it doesn't get a lot of variation because most of the recs are just stuff I like :/

So I'm here to pretty please beg for absolutely any fics you may enjoy that I can steal :]

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE- But! i do have a few suggestions :3c (note this will mostly be ships between cub, scar, grian, and mumbo):

rings of flowers round your eyes by Odaigahara - Grian is a thief who breaks into a Concorp vault in order to see if he can steal anything of value only to get trapped inside. As he tries to find a way out he stumbles across a painting and- wait did the figure in the painting just move? Aka Scar is trapped in a painting and he and Grian have a bit of a talk. An ambiguous ending + the fate of Grian is unknown but it's likely he doesn't make it out of the encounter alive.

Eat My Inhibitions, Make Me Whole by frozenjokes_arentoriginal - Mumbo isn't quite...human. He looks human, acts human too- to be frank he isn't quite sure what he is. But there is a hunger that always lays beneath his skin, a desire to consume, to feed. It scares him. So he does his best to distance that part of him from the hermits. And yet Cub wants to know more. A unique twist to the shapeshifter Mumbo concept with a side of cannibalism and body horror, fun for the whole family. (If I could I would recommend Elsa's whole account I would, all of their fics got me like RAAAAAAH)

There Are Monsters Nearby by uhohbestie - Scar felt numb as he leaves Grian's place, having walked in on Grian cheating on him after Grian cancelled their date last minute. In the morning he would greet Grian at his door with all of his items in a box, ready to go their separate ways. That is until Scar gets tackled by a zombie-. Cue the start of the worst road trip ever as Grian and Scar try to navigate their relationship and the zombie apocalypse together. If you're looking for angst, spice, and everything nice, this fic's got it, I adore Lock and Key's writing + Grian's characterization in this fic is so so tasty, highly recommend.

Overworked by writingtheend - (Based in the same universe as DDVAU) Grian was already running himself thin between his civilian job during the day and his vigilante patrols at night. So when a patrol goes awry leaving her unconscious and injured, it's up to Scar to rush them back to his home. Even with Cub's concern about carrying an avian back to his apartment and risk his civilian identity, Scar was willing to take the risk to help heal his birdie. At this point I'm just recommending moots and their writing AKDJSDJ but genuinely though, if I could recommend their whole account I would! If you're looking for a lil hurt/comfort fic, this one is perfect

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! i got caught up with life + there are so many bookmarks LMAO i had to go through em to see which ones i wanted to mention :3

[prismaticpichu]

For the fics WIP game: I think I know a little about some of these... might I ask more about Degradation? :o

You absolutely can!!!! 💕

~

So! Original name of this multichap is “Watch It Spread.” It was up for a little bit before I realized (at the time!) that the writing was a little choppy, and I never quite got back to it. But who knows what the future might hold!

Tho that’s prolly not the near future lmao, so lemme post as much as I remember from the outline! 😂❤️

• Starts with Zack & Seph in the science department, having been called down to deal with a loose monster that’s wreaking havoc. This “monster” turns out to be an Angeal clone, the likes of which Zack has difficulty killing—and, after hesitating to put Buster Sword through its heart, the clone slashes Zack across the arm, the fresh blood on its claws seeping into his open wound. Sephiroth kills the clone in retaliation; little is thought of the injury, save for Sephiroth comforting his rattled best friend and assuring him that their most tumultuous struggles are in the past.

Zack's heart sank. "I'm sorry, bud..."

Surprised, Sephiroth gazed at the boy, digesting the earnest echo of his apology. "It's over now," he said sincerely, the first thing that came to his mind. And it was: old friends, old stings, old betrayal… Sickness. Loss. Pain. It was all behind them, echoes of another era. Sephiroth's eyes softened as he returned his hand to Zack's shoulder. "You're my priority now."

A slow, touched smile danced on Zack's lips, something in his heart sparking with warmth—if not embarrassment, of all things.

Sephiroth nodded, straightening from the floor with an almost punctuated air. "Come," he said. "Let's go home.”

• In the following days, once the incident seems to fade into an innocuous scar, Zack’s personality begins to shift. He begins to feel more irritable, volatile. Different. Lashing out at small things from Cloud & Kunsel & even Aerith, refusing to go on missions for reasons he can’t quite explain. Everything just feels… off. And, one particular day, sitting in the office beside his friend, he hits his limit with Sephiroth. Kind questions of concern turn into screaming accusations—until, finally, Sephiroth roars at Zack to get out of his office. That he doesn’t want to seen him again until he pulls himself together. And it’s only then, walking through the rain in the heart of the city, that Zack snaps out of it. He realizes everything that he’s done over the past few days—all the horrible things he’s said, all the horrible venom that he’s spewed. He has pushed his friends away; he has severed all his relationships, had made them degrade and rot. And now he was alone. Zack breaks into a quiet sob, curling into himself in a deserted alleyway. And it’s then that, suddenly, amid his regret and anguish, that he hears a gentle voice calling out to him.

It’s Sephiroth.

Zack rushes into his friend’s arm in a teary apology; Sephiroth holds him close and apologizes back. After reconciling, they return to Sephiroth’s apartment, where Zack spends the remainder of the night. And it’s then that Zack discovers the wound on his shoulder hasn’t healed, and began to start bleeding again.

• Other signs lead Zack & Sephiroth to deduce that Zack is degrading: slight skin discoloration, flu-ish symptoms, and even a strand of silver hair laced between the black. Zack begins to freak out at the realization; Sephiroth tries his best to remain calm, although knowing deep down the fate that looms on the horizon. With Hollander gone—and Sephiroth refusing to leave Zack in Hojo’s hands, he is left on his own to find a cure. Meanwhile, Zack condition worsens, his mood swings becoming more apparent as he struggles to control the anger that keeps bubbling to the surface. He tries to go about his missions as swiftly as possible, but he is getting slower. Weaker. One mission, however, Seph is assigned to investigate and search Modeoheim. Investigate and search it alone. Yet in his burgeoning concern for Zack, he takes him along with him.

Not the bessssst idea.

• Tensions flare at the scene where Angeal was killed. Bubbling accusations and scabbed-over hatred rise to the surface again, all centered around the true cause and causer of Angeal’s death. Zack, his mind fogged by the sickness, reverts to old poison and blames Sephiroth for it all. Seph tries to reason with his friend, trying to calm him down, but his attempts prove futile. Zack will not listen to a word being spoken, as if he cannot hear hear them at all. Tensions escalating fast, Zack suddenly draws his blade, the likes of which he aims at Sephiroth with violent intent. Accusations continued to be volleyed—one after another—until finally, unable to take it anymore, Sephiroth roars that he was not the one to drive his blade through Angeal. This pushes Zack to charge at his best friend.

• Sephiroth is horrified, but forced to deflect nonetheless, trying over and over again to get Zack to yield. Like before, his attempts don’t work. Zack won’t listen; he won’t stop swinging his blade with deadly, famished intent. And it’s then that Sephiroth is forced to take extreme measures—to use his last resort. To do the only thing he believes will end this.

So, as Zack skids back, ready to charge again, Sephiroth does it.

He drops his blade.

He charges forward.

He charges right into Zack’s line of fire.

And he pulls him into an embrace.

"...Zack..." Sephiroth murmured, his voice rattling against the frigid air. "I love you."

• As the man hoped, his heartfelt plea to reach his friend does the trick, and the veil of degradation is lifted once more. Zack sinks into his friend’s arms and apologizes profusely, horrified for having repeated history, but Sephiroth assures him that it’s not his fault. Upon returning to Midgar, Zack’s condition worsens at a rapid rate. He falls bedridden and practically immobile, his hair almost completely silver over the coming days and hardly able to muster the energy to move. He asks if he’s gonna die; Sephiroth cannot answer.

• It’s finally then that Sephiroth storms into Hojo’s lab and demands to know what he can do to save Zack. The scientist initially mocks Sephiroth, claiming that this is a blessing and he’ll finally be rid of Zack forever. He claims that Zack, since he was not initially infused with G-Cells, will not grow a wing and simply lose his strength, but will indeed die due to the instability. He then cackles—to which Sephiroth loses his patience. He draws Masamune and threatens the man’s life should he not tell Zack what the cure is. Pinned to the wall, seeing Seph’s grave seriousness, Hojo does finally relent. He tells him that Sephiroth’s blood itself is the cure, but he doesn’t get to elaborate as to why before Sephiroth demands a transfusion. Hojo explains with a hint of genuine concern that due to the advanced state of the disease, a dangerous and potentially fatal amount of blood will be required. Sephiroth thinks back to a promise he made to always protect Zack, and he agrees regardless.

• The transfusion is done, with Zack barely conscious. It’s a success. However, upon waking up, cured of the disease, Zack detaches himself from the machinery and rushes over to his friend. Sephiroth does not stir. Zack tries over and over and over again to rouse his buddy—even under the screaming venom of Hojo, who roars that this is all his fault. Zack, completely distraught and engulfed by guilt, wraps his arms around him and apologizes for everything. He apologizes for Angeal, he apologizes for Genesis, he apologizes for failing his mission. He apologizes for ever entering his life at all.

• And it’s then, with those words uttered, that Sephiroth finally lets out a small mumble of consciousness. No sir—it’s not a magical tear that revives him, but the overhearing of the most cherished person in his life wishing that he never entered it. Sephiroth, still hazy, creaks his eyes open to an incredulous Zack. And he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“You… are the best part of it.”

• There’s a tearful reunion as Sephiroth climbs further into consciousness. He’s still a little shaky, but Hojo affirms that he’ll be alright—the likes of which he says with a little more relief than one might expect. And it’s then that, now with Zack in the clear, Sephiroth asks why his “blood” worked. Hojo goes on to unfurl everything about the Jenova project: from the implantation to the cells to the motherly monster itself. It’s a lot of information dumped at once, a lot of spears and lies and crushing weight all sandwiched between a single horrific speech.

And yet, with his arms still wrapped around his friend, who is safe and sound and out of the grasp of a deadly disease, Sephiroth finds himself feeling something that seems almost too fantastical to believe.

He’s grateful for it.

He’s grateful for the project; he’s grateful for the cells; he’s grateful for somehow having the healing ability to save his dying friend, because that’s all that matters to him.

He is alright.

Annnnnnd that’s basically where the story comes to an end—at least from what I remember from my outline!!! Obv there’s huge chunks missing, and the gaps in the plot definitely need to be filled in with some more characters and explanation. What about Nibelheim?? What about Genesis?? What about Cloud and the other friends?? Well… the answer is that I never really got there xD BUT! I’m not abandoning this story idea, and don’t ever plan to. So who knows! Maybe it’ll make a comeback sometime down the road <333

Tysm for your interest!!!! ❤️ And sorry for the LONG response 😂

[theauthor2103]

Can I request a saw story? If so can it be about John and Amanda young??

Here's what I'm thinking a father daughter dynamic Amanda hasn't been sleeping or eating for the past few weeks, and John hasn't really noticed since he's always up late, so he just assumes she sleeps or eats during the day like he does sometimes

But it gets bad to the point of where she faints from exhaustion

(that's happened to me sm lmao)

So when he finally notices, he takes it into his own hands and helps her fall asleep!!

Lots of fluff please and cuddles maybe 👀

My daddy issues need this so bad lmao, if u do this thank you my dear <3

Sorry this took me so long to write, I hope you enjoy!!!

xxx

Amanda wiped sweat off her forehead and panted as she continued tightening a bolt on her latest trap. She gripped the socket wrench in her hands and raised her arms again, standing on her tiptoes to reach the bolt and began to fasten it towards the right. “Come on, fucker,” she whispered to herself.

Amanda had been working hard on her trap for the past week refusing meals and neglecting sleep. She wanted to get it finished as soon as possible so that she could start testing it with mannequins. It would dig into a subject’s ribs and tear them out if their game could not be completed. This was the first device she designed and built on her own without John. He had helped her figure out the mathematics and figures, she sketched it, got the parts, and built it by herself. Amanda was very proud of the work she had done and hoped that John would be too.

Her stomach rumbled and she felt her arms shaking above her head, but ignored it and pressed on finally tightening the bolt. Amanda caught her breath for a second before walking over to a box with parts and grabbing the last piece of metal attaching it to the trap. She stood on her tiptoes once more and began to turn it to the right to tighten it, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet.

Amanda suddenly felt very dizzy, she could feel blood rushing through her body and started hyperventilating, unable to catch her breath. Her vision went yellow for a split second, she felt dizzy on her toes, the whole world was spinning and she dropped the socket wrench. Her ears were ringing so bad she couldn’t even hear the clang of the metal as the wrench fell to the ground.

The metal part was loose on the trap and fell down to the floor with Amanda who was still holding onto it. It smacked her in the head as she fell backwards and onto the dirty ground.

Luckily, John was just in the other room making coffee as he had just woken up from his slumber and heard the clanging. He immediately put his mug down on the counter and went to inspect the noise.

“Amanda?” he called out, getting worried when he heard no response. “Amanda,” he tried again, “everything alright?”

Walking into the room, he saw his apprentice laying on the floor next to her latest trap. “Amanda!” he ran over to her just as she regained consciousness and sat up. “What happened?” John asked, helping her sit up and placing a hand on her back.

“What? Oh, I’m fine I think I just- just got a little lightheaded,” Amanda muttered, stumbling back onto her feet.

“Take a seat.”

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m good,” Amanda said, but John knew she was far from being good. Her face was a sickening grey-white, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she began to fall backwards. John had anticipated this, seeing her unsteady on her feet and was quick enough to help break her fall.

“Amanda, you’re not good,” John told her as the young woman’s breathing increased again. He lifted her torso up and held her close to him, beginning to inspect her. She looked thinner than usual, still toned and muscular but less brawny. “Amanda, can you hear me?”

“Wass ‘appening?” Amanda tried to say as she started coming back.

“You’re passing out.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said, hoping that John wasn’t too worried. He felt his heart break for her and helped her to her feet and over to a chair. John was on one knee kneeling in front of her continuing his inspection. He gently took her face in his hands and looked closely.

“When’s the last time you ate something?”

“I don’t know,” Amanda muttered, feeling herself coming out of a haze. Her head felt heavy and she rested it in her hands, relaxing into the chair.

“Did you get any rest like I told you to?” He knew the answer though, no. He knew how important this trap was to her and admired how dedicated she was; however, it seemed Amanda had been neglecting her health while working on her project. This wasn’t the first time Amanda had gotten fixated on one of her traps and stopped taking care of herself, it had happened before.

“Uh huh,” she said, unsure of what John was saying and deciding to agree with him. John could see how unfocused she was and decided to save the rest of his questions for a later time. Right now his apprentice needed his help. He walked into the small kitchen and grabbed some orange juice out of the fridge and brought it over to her. “Drink this, it’ll help your blood sugar.”

She did as was told and drank thirstily. Amanda could feel herself starting to come to and opened her eyes. John was knelt in front of her holding the cap in his hands and watching closely.

“What happened?” She looked around the film for clues not remembering how she got in the chair.

“I went to get some coffee and heard a bang in the room. When I went to inspect it, I saw you passed out,” John explained.

“Oh,” she said. The orange juice was helping and she felt strong enough to stand, but John put his hands on her shoulders. “What? I’m okay,” the brunette insisted.

“No, you’re not. You look like you haven’t slept all week and I can tell you haven’t been eating,” John said.

“I have been! I just ate something like three hours ago.”

“And what was it?”

“Umm…” she thought, her mind was still hazy and she wiped sweat off her forehead, “a cracker.”

He blinked. “A cracker?”

“Yeah, just a cracker,” Amanda replied.

“When’s the last time you had an actual meal?” Amanda opened her mouth to respond but couldn’t remember. Definitely not in the last three days, maybe five? Not this week… last week? She didn’t recall eating a meal, some snacks here and there, but not an actual meal. How long had it been?

“That’s what I thought,” John said, folding his arms across his chest.

“I didn’t do it on purpose. I’ve been working on the trap a lot, I’m busy.”

“You need to be able to balance your work and your health, Amanda,” John said, beckoning her to drink more of the orange juice and she obliged.

“I’m sorry John,” Amanda said. “I just wanted to prove to you that I could do this on my own.” John sighed and placed a hand over her own squeezing it lightly.

“Amanda, I am proud of you and all the work you’ve done. But, you’re no good to me if you’re not taking care of yourself.”

The brunette felt her heart skip a beat and blushed, casting a look at the ground. She loved it when John showed her affection, it was something she had rarely gotten from anyone throughout her life. To have someone worried about her and actually care about her well-being was probably the best feeling ever.

“Come with me, let’s get you something to eat,” John said, helping Amanda up and leading her to the kitchen. He sat her down at the table and grabbed some leftovers out of the fridge, heating it up. John sat with his young apprentice while she ate making sure she left not one piece of food left on her plate.

Now that she was listening to her empty stomach, Amanda realized just how hungry she was. She listened intently to John’s philosophy on life as she ate and nodded her head at him. He commended her for her dedication to their work but that she needed to take care of herself. “We’re committed to changing lives, giving people a second chance and making sure they understand just how precious life is. In order to do that we also have to make sure we’re taking care of ourselves.”

Amanda nodded and wiped her mouth with a napkin as she finished the last bit of food on her plate. She was feeling much better now that her stomach was full.

“Feeling better?” John asked.

“Mhm, much better.”

“Only four plates later,” John chuckled, arms folded across his chest in a typical dad pose.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

“Again, I appreciate your dedication but next time remember to eat and sleep. I don’t want you to pass out again,” John said, noticing the bags under his eyes and the bloodshot eyes. “You look exhausted.”

“Mhm, I haven’t really slept a whole lot.”

“I thought you were sleeping during the day.”

“No, I’ve been cleaning up around here, running errands, and following the subjects around.”

“So just to be clear, you work on your traps at night and during the day you take care of everything else?”

“That’s what I’ve been doing.” John said nothing but gave her a pointed look. “What? Someone had to take care of everything else around here!” John sighed and closed his eyes.

“Amanda, why didn’t you ask for any help?”

“I don’t….” She stopped feeling a headache coming on. She didn’t want to tell John her reasons, he had enough to deal with and didn’t need to worry about her too.

“Know how to ask for help?” She nodded, it was partly true. She was used to doing everything by herself and for herself. But she was also not about to pour her heart out to a dying man in front of her.

Amanda grabbed her plate and quickly stood from the table, but John grabbed her arm stopping her. “Let me,” he said.

“But-”

“I said I’ve got it.” She watched as John took her plate and sat back down sighing. He was her plate for her and put it back before beckoning her to follow him.

“I want you to get some rest for the rest of the day.”

“Well, I….” A very stern pointed look kept her from arguing with John and she got up from the table, following him into her room. Amanda wasn’t used to having someone care for her. There had been visits to emergency rooms, friends who had come and gone from her life, a few teachers that stood out, but no one to help her. She could not remember a time where someone had actually taken care of her, until John. Even still, the man had cancer and was dying. He shouldn’t be burdened with having to take care of her.

“John,” Amanda said, walking next to him.

“Hm?”

“You really shouldn’t worry so much about me, you’re the one with cancer. You need rest more than I do, just let me-”

“Enough,” John spoke, opening the door to her room. “You have to stop being a martyr. It’s time for you to let go of your ego and allow someone to take care of you.” Amanda felt her face heating up and blushed as John held the door open for her. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

This was one of those moments she would hold close to her heart, a moment she knew would make her sob once he would be gone. John and Amanda walked inside of the dark room, lit only by a lamp on a bedside table. He was unsurprised to see the bed hadn’t been made, grabbing the comforter and smoothing it out best he could.

Once Amanda crawled into her bed, John sat down next to her and allowed the young woman to rest her head against him.

“Get some rest, Amanda.” She smiled into his chest, breathing in his scent feeling calmer than she ever had.

“I didn’t realize how tired I was,” Amanda said.

“I’m aware,” John replied, resting a hand on her head and smoothing her hair out.

“Goodnight, John.”

“Goodnight, Amanda.”

He watched over her as she slept, rubbing her back and holding her close to him. Years ago, he would have given anything to be able to hold his child, but never got the chance. He feared he would never have another chance to be a father again, but Amanda had changed that for him.

Pride be damned, as long as his heart continued beating, John would watch over her and be there to catch her when she fell. He had a chance to father someone, even under the circumstances. Amanda was a grown adult and John wouldn't get the chance to raise a child from birth into adulthood. Even so, he supposed if this was the best he would get, then it was a gift.

And he would remain a father to the woman as long as he was alive.

xxx

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[reivrze]

CLICK ! | p. sunghoon

in which you and sunghoon are paired up for this month's vogue magazine cover.

pairing. idol!sunghoon x idol!reader

word count. 0.4k

warning. feelings of stress

song. aeao - dynamicduo, DJ Premier

a/n. idk why i chose to write this, the idea just popped up in my head. this was bad sorry lmao, disappointed because this idea is cute but I can't write well at night

"get closer please!" the director called out. this photoshoot had been dragging on for nearly an hour as you struggled to relax, this being your first photoshoot with another idol, the fact that he was a very attractive one at that, intimated you. you could feel sunghoon looking over at you, in an attempt to check on you. he started to think he was making you uncomfortable, seeing you all tensed up.

"are you okay?" he whispered. startled by the sudden words, you looked up at him with widened eyes.

"huh?"

"you look pretty stiff.. is everything okay? do you want to take five?" he offered a sympathetic smile, offering you time to regain your senses and maybe cool down a bit. you nodded quickly, feeling relieved that he had noticed your awkwardness and had tried to make you feel better.

the minute the director had called a break, you breathed out, and made your way to your makeup chair, hoping that your heart would stop beating out of your chest so that you could get this out of the way. sunghoon had come up to your chair, wanting to see if you were doing okay and if he could do anything to help you out.

He leaned in and asked, "Are you feeling better now? Is there anything I can do to help you relax?"

"ahh no I'm okay, I just needed to breathe. it's my first time doing a photo shoot with someone other than my members and I just need to get used to it, but thank you for caring" you gave him a shy smile, trying to ease his worries.

"yea, I get it, it's my first time too you know?" you hadn't expected that from him, he seemed so natural, you started feeling insecure at the fact that you hadn't been acting as smoothly as him despite being in the same situation as him.

"oh. I guess my stress isn't really rational then, if you seem to be so calm" you let out a small laugh, feeling sorry for yourself.

"are you kidding? I'm stressing out too, to be honest.. but I didn't want you to see it haha"

"how come..?"

"uh... I wanted to impress you, I guess? I don't know, I had seen some of your videos previously and found you pretty.. haha" he was now a light shade of red, stuttering out the little confession. your face quickly matched his, the confession catching you so off guard.

with a sudden rush of confidence, you muttered out your reciprocated attraction towards him. a smile making its way to his face at the satisfying ending.

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[ashtray-girl]

Sorry if i'm bothering you but i really wanted to rant abt Johnny and Moz and hear some of your thoughts about these two certain topics that i can't get out of my head:  

I find it incredibly weird that Johnny and Morrissey (as far as we know) never became friends again or never tried to reconcile their relationship after the breakup - like how do you go from being best friends and hanging out with each other 24/7 to "We haven’t known each other for 35 years - which is many lifetimes ago." as Morrissey said on that letter. The strangest part to me is that, since the break up and to this day both Johnny and Moz never hesitate to mention again and again how much their relationship meant to them in the band and how much they loved each other during that period of their lives - i mean the way they describe each other and the words that they use come straight up from a romance novel. Also the fact that Morrissey continued to write songs abt how much Johnny meant to him and like Johnny getting that swallow tattoo on his neck and other weird stuff like why care to mention each other so much and make everything so dramatic when you - as you claim - haven't known each other for a lifetime? And idk on a personal level if it would be me in their situation i would at some point try to fix whatever we had if we obv meant that much to each other after all these years.

In all honestly when i read abt Marrissey Johnny sometimes just comes off as someone who suffered (and maybe still does) from internalised homophobia, when you read the way Moz talks abt him in his lyrics it definitely gives off that vibe "Though she needs you More than she loves you " , "Love is natural and real But not for such as you and I" or "I am born to hang but not to have kids and to never be wed - no, to someone whom I don't even love" and that interview when Moz said that "That perhaps Johnny Marr was in fact madly in love with me, but didn't feel he could act on that - or that he didn't have the courage to ever take it any further?'" And i don't want to seem like i'm trying to bash Angie or anything but i find they way the got married pretty weird and almost rushed in way like would they even get married if Joe Moss hadn't insisted that they do? Even Andy thought it was weird "They got married in some evangelical church. It was pretty bizarre. There were only about 10 of us there, including the crew. The ceremony only lasted about 15 minutes. I was a witness. Afterwards they hired a function room in the hotel and we had champagne and a buffet. It was a nice day, but it was just weird. It didn't seem real. You know what it's like in America - everything's plastic and phoney. It just didn't seem like a proper wedding. No relatives were there."

Anyway sorry for the long rant!! I just wanted to say that i absolutely love your Marrissey ramblings, Have a nice day :)

Hi anon! don't worry you're not bothering me at all, i'm always down to talk abt marrissey haha i'll just have to reply w/2 separate parts bc there's so much i want to say lmao 1. i've been chatting to @loathsome-tonight abt this (comparing notes, so to speak) and both of us agree that the "no-contact" situation after The Smiths' breakup is essentially bullshit, and for quite a few reasons: - first of all, there's proof they were exchanging notes around the time Morrissey was recording Viva Hate - when Johnny Rogan first published his book Morrissey and Marr: The Severed Alliance Morrissey predictably wanted no part in it, and Johnny only got involved bc he felt pressured by the author getting a bit too close to his friends and family. however, once the book came out Johnny apparently felt compelled to call Morrissey and reassure him abt the extent and the reasons of his involvement - when Morrissey released The Last of the Famous International Playboys, Johnny apparently sent him a note to congratulate him on its success - if you've read Morrissey's Autobio, you'll know he sent Johnny a letter in 1992, to which Johnny replied telling him he was sorry for everything that happened and taking "full responsibility". they then met each other and went for a drive on the moors - after that meeting, their relationship seemed to improve. in a 1993 interview for Select, Johnny said: "the relationship between me and Morrissey is the best in the group, of the four of us. i still see him now. i called him last night. last time i saw him was a couple of days before he went to do his recent album. we let a bored media get the better of us, but there's always been a certain telepathy between us even when we didn't see each other. we played a game with the press and they played with us, but it's not true life. no, we're friends." - then, the trial happened. and that's when things went south again between them. being interviewed with Bernard Sumner for The Face in july 1996, and being asked if he and Morrissey were still friends, Johnny said: "not... (pregnant pause) not particularly... [...] if i'm too glib then people think i'm being disrespectful and if i'm too serious they think there's a reconciliation on the cards. i just don't have any feelings about it." except a month earlier, once again being interviewed with Bernard Sumner (for the NME this time) he was playing quite a different tune. asked if he was still in contact with Morrissey, he said: "occasionally. last time we met it was a really nice experience. it was really good to see him, especially since a... a feud that didn't really exist had become public property. and because of the relationship we had it was time to resolve it in private and do something ourselves because it was really quite a serious situation. i was tired of being involved in other people's games and i wanted to do something for us. [...] i know it's interesting for other people, but it's kinda private. i certainly don't wish him - or anyone i've worked with - ill. life's too short." whatever happened between them at that time, it seems like 1996 was quite a turbulent year for their relationship... - years after (seemingly) going their separate ways, in 2008, they met once again. this time in person, in a pub in Manchester. apparently they even talked abt a potential Smiths' reunion, but Johnny already had other engagements with The Cribs, so nothing was done abt it - in recent years, Johnny also mentioned exchanging emails with Morrissey so even tho i highly doubt they're still in contact now, there was definitely a time when they were on speaking terms, even after The Smiths broke up. however, it seems like their relationship was quite volatile and hot and cold, with them being fine one moment and being snarky the next. personally, i've found it surprising how none of the biographers/journos that wrote abt them directly challenged them on this, bc ultimately it's very easily disprovable.

[nev3rfound]

glass : b.b

after a messy breakup with your boyfriend, you can’t help but be a tad bit reckless during a mission leaving bucky to help pick up the pieces and learn why you’re acting the way you are. (2.5k) 

warnings: mentions of blood, violence, wounds, breakups 

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(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website without being credited, it has not been approved to be shared by me. all rights reserved.)

also hi, we’re almost at 5k which is amazing and i’m planning a little giveaway! sorry if i’ve been quiet this week, i have been hooked with the ‘shatter me’ series and i can’t get enough lmao. but i do have more pieces in the works :)

Sitting in the Quinjet, you could barely register what Tony was saying as the words that were practically spat at you last night circulated your thoughts.

“Y/n?” You flinch at the call of your name, breaking you from the trance-like state you were in.

Steve smiles warmly as he takes the seat beside you as prying eyes watch closely, noting the change in your mood the moment you boarded the jet.

“Sorry,” You mutter to Steve. “late night.”

Nodding in response, Steve glances over to a concerned Bucky whose brows remain knitted together. Usually, you would sit with Bucky, joke around with him and Sam about all sorts. Yet today, you boarded the jet and sat alone, closing your eyes and blocked everyone out.

“Tell me ‘bout it.” Steve playfully huffs, trying to incite some form of reaction, but you remain silent. “Listen, if you wanna talk,”

“Thanks, Steve.” You cut him off, forcing your lips upward. “I’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

With that being his cue to leave you be, Steve shakes his head to Bucky as he wanders back toward Tony, organising the final details of the plan before you land.

“Okay team, descending now, arriving in less than ten.” Tony announces, ensuring he has everyone's attention- including yours. “So, Cap, you and Romanoff will head straight for the side entrance whilst Wilson and Barnes take the back. I want Y/L/N and Barton to head for the hostages.” Tony explains, watching as you all nod along.

“And what will you be doing, Tony?” Steve asks as he picks his shield up.

“I will be with Wanda,” Tony states as Wanda playfully salutes. “on standby in case something goes wrong.”

“Not that it will.” Wanda comments but quirks a brow to Sam who holds his hands up in defence.

“That was a one-time thing, witchy.” Sam retorts, causing Tony to roll his eyes once again at the team's antics.

“Anyway, get ready.” Tony finishes before retreating toward the pilot whilst everyone gathers their weapons.

Whilst grabbing your gun and placing it into your holster, you notice the small bruise forming on your wrist as your sleeve rises slightly. You quickly tug on it, thinking nothing of it as you reach for the set of knives you usually carry.

Yet Bucky noticed, it was impossible for Bucky to not notice the smallest of details about you. His heart ached at the sight. You’re known for being clumsy and would often laugh about the matter. If you got a bruise, you’d joke about it, explain how this one happened in another idiotic motion as opposed to hiding it.

“You ready for this one, Y/n?” Clint speaks up as he appears by your side, counting his arrows as you tighten your grip on your favourite knife, causing your knuckles to lighten in colour.

“As I’ll ever be.” You remark as the Quinjet door opens and you all walk out, splitting up into different directions.

*

It wasn’t supposed to happen, you weren’t prepared enough as a team for what you encountered inside the building.

You reached the hostages and quickly untied them. They thanked you senselessly whilst Clint remained on guard, keeping a close eye on the door as you helped them to their feet.

“Who are you?” One man speaks up, his voice hoarse as he grips your arms for dear life.

“We’re the Avengers.” You softly tell the man, watching as the fear in his expression lightens, and he starts to laugh maniacally in your face.

Trying to prise yourself from his grasp, his nails dig into your skin. “You made a mistake coming here.” He states, breaking his gaze from you momentarily, giving you a chance to slam your foot into his.

With the man's grip easing, you snap yourself from his embrace and hit him with the butt of your gun. He falls to the ground, and you raise your gun to everyone else in the room.

“Who else is a plant?” You ask, looking at all of the terrified faces staring back at you. “Who else?!” You repeat yourself, adrenaline rushing through you before you fire your gun into the ceiling as they all jump.

Clint whips his head around, evidently shocked having never seen you react this way before. “Y/n,” He speaks up, but you ignore him, keeping your attention fixated on the ‘hostages’ before you.

“No one, Ma’am.” A little girl announces as she releases her mother's hand, stepping toward you. She looks up at you with her bright brown eyes and holds her hand out. “Are you here to save us?” She questions.

Kneeling down in front of the girl, you smile softly, your cool exterior melting. “Yes, and you’re all going to be okay, I promise.” You tell her, breaking your gaze as you look around at everyone else.

“Y/n, now.” Clint states as you rise to your feet, holding your hand out to the little girl who gladly accepts.

“Okay, follow me, you’ll all be safe if you stay close.” You explain to the dozen hostages who huddle together, following behind you and Clint.

“Tony? We have them, there was a plant, tell the others.” Clint speaks through the comms as he walks ahead, his bow at the ready in case anyone else lingers in the corridors.

Glancing over your shoulder, you check to ensure the hostages are still with you. Whilst your head is turned, you hear Clint groan and fall to the ground with a thud.

“Clint?” You rush forward whilst the hostages remain still. Holding your gun up, you turn the corner, catching sight of a man stood with his gun aimed at Clint’s unconscious body. “Corridor seven, ground floor.” You speak up, hoping someone hears you through the comms.

The man before you smirks as his gun is now aimed at you whilst you mirror his actions, not daring to let your hands shake as his words ring through your ears.

“You really think that’s a wise move?” He asks, removing the safety from his gun.

“I’m not one to go down without a fight.” You state, hearing a collection of footsteps echo behind the man as a glint of metal flashes across your eyes.

The man's focus shifts to behind you, but his gun remains trained to you. “Ah, I see we have a friend.” He chuckles and you can feel your heart rate increasing as the little girl stands by your side.

“She has us.” The girl states, standing tall as the hostages emerge and gather behind you.

Sighing under his breath, the man clicks his tongue. “Well, this is sweet and all, but you’re not making it out of here alive.” He scoffs, lowering his gun to the little girl.

Everything plays too quickly for Bucky’s liking as he runs toward the man, his arms outstretched and fists clenched.

Upon watching the man pull back the trigger, you force the little girl back, feeling the impact of the bullet hit your stomach. Another shot rings through your ears, but you’re already down on the ground, curled up.

Bucky steps over the man's body, not caring to step in the blood that pools around his head as he rushes toward you.

“Hey, doll, stay awake for me, okay?” Bucky pleads, brushing your hair out of your face as he glances down, noticing your fingers are coated in crimson. “Sam, get Tony, now!” He yells, picking you up in his arms as both Steve and Natasha appear, taking in the sight before them.

Bucky looks over to Steve, and he doesn’t need to say anything. “Go, we’ll handle it.” Steve nods to Bucky as you hang in his arms, eyes barely open.

Rushing past the hostages who stare with wide eyes, Bucky keeps his on you. “Come on, Y/n,” Bucky mutters as the cool breeze hits his face, feeling you move in his arms and bury your face into his chest.

“I’m cold,” You mumble tiredly, barely able to keep your eyes open as they droop heavily. “just five minutes.”

“No, don’t you dare,” Bucky firmly tells you as the Quinjet comes into view, the sight of worry evident in Wanda’s expression as she meets Bucky halfway, guiding him into the jet.

“What happened?” Wanda asks as Bucky places you down on the ground, reaching for the medical supplies on board with urgency, ripping out various weapons and mechanical items until he finds some form of bandages.

“She tried to save a little girl,” Bucky sighs as Wanda cradles your head, her fingers hovering over your temples as a red glow forms whilst Bucky applies pressure to the wounds, watching as they soak instantly from your blood. “we, we have to go, now!” He yells to Wanda who barely flinches.

“Tony? Can you handle this?” Wanda questions through the comms.

“Just get Y/n back, we’ll sort this out.” Tony responds, trying to hide the fear in his tone for the younger Avenger, one he can’t help but view as a daughter in many respects.

“She wants to be strong,” Wanda whispers, hearing your thoughts as you drift further and further away from consciousness. “but she’s scared. I, I can hear his voice.” Wanda trails off as Bucky tenses up, knowing exactly who she means.

Bucky can feel his heartbreaking as the Quinjet flies through the air at an accelerated rate back to the compound.

“Oh Y/n, you’ve got so much coming for you,” Bucky takes one of your hands in his, gripping it tightly as he focuses on your face, the light disappearing from your complexion. “don’t go, not now, doll.”

*

Lying in your own bed, you remain in a deep sleep whilst Bucky hovers by your bedside. Ever since you were brought back and cleared, he insisted you’d feel more comfortable in your own room.

“Anything?” Wanda speaks up, peering in your doorway as your chest rises and falls rhythmically. Bucky shakes his head in response, aware of Wanda approaching your bed as she perches on the edge, her fingertips dancing over your head.

Wanda quickly pulls her hand away, the red wisps disappearing as she avoids Bucky’s cold gaze. “What is it?”

“I’m not sure,” Wanda mutters, moving your hair out of your face. “but something happened before the mission, something to do with him.” Wanda sighs. “I just, I can’t tell what it was.” She explains as Bucky keeps a straight face, unable to take his eyes off the various bruises now exposed on your skin, the cuts and scars forming alongside them.

“She’s always been agile on missions, even if she’s clumsy.” Bucky breathes out, uncrossing his arms from his chest. “But she’s careful, she’s always careful.” He repeats to himself, wondering why you’d risk yourself like that when it could’ve been avoided.

“I had to,” You mumble, your eyes now beginning to open as you look up to your two friends, forcing your lips upwards. “did I miss much?”

A chuckle escapes Wanda as she looks over to Bucky, seeing the concern in his face refusing to ease. “I’m sure Bucky will fill you in.” Wanda tells you as she touches your hand before heading to the door. “It’s good to see you awake, Y/n/n.” She smiles at you whilst Bucky slowly moves closer to your bed, his legs leaning against the frame.

“So,” You sigh, still feeling your muscles burning beneath the covers on top of you. “is everyone safe?”

Trying to hold back the scoff building, Bucky simply nods.

“Good,” You nod to yourself, a sense of relief crossing your system. “I’m glad it worked out.”

“Worked out?” Bucky snaps, noting your eyes widening as you struggle to sit upright without wincing. “No, don’t try and move,” His voice softens momentarily, forcing you to remain still. “Y/n, you think almost dying is a mission ‘working out', really?” He huffs loudly.

“Look, the hostages are safe, the team holding them was taken care of so yes, Bucky, I do think it worked out.” You bark back, your tone rising.

“God, you’re an idiot sometimes.” Bucky remarks, turning away from you as you look down at your lap.

“Max said that too,” You mumble.

Turning on his heels, Bucky focuses on you closely. “He said what?”

It was no secret Bucky wasn’t the fondest of your now ex-boyfriend, Max. He tolerated him for your sake, not wanting to lose your best friend in the midst of a relationship. But Max was never the most understanding, and this is just another reason Bucky mentally adds to his list of why Max was a lousy boyfriend.

“Forget it,” You brush it off, refusing to meet Bucky’s cold blue eyes. “it was nothing, I went to get the last of my things the other night and, and we had an argument.”

“What did he say to you, Y/n?” Bucky persists as he now sits down on your bed, his hands remaining in his own lap as you play with yours, fidgeting.

“He said I’m too fragile for my own good,” You admit, hearing his bitter words ringing through your head. “that I’m weak, and I shouldn’t even be an Avenger.”

Bucky can feel his blood boiling, the list in his mind becoming mere shreds of paper as he imagines what he’ll do to Max if he sees him again.

“And maybe I am, he said I’m broken goods,” You add, lifting the sheets from your body to reveal the stitching in your skin where the bullet was. “what difference does one more scar make?”

“You don’t believe him, do you doll?” Bucky asks sadly, afraid he already knows the answer.

Your prolonged silence only causes Bucky’s heart to sink further into his chest.

“Y/n,” Bucky speaks up, taking your hand in his. “you’re not broken goods, you’re not made of glass that shatters easily.” He explains, unable to meet your teary gaze. “You’re one of the strongest, most selfless people I’ve ever met, you’re not fragile, doll.” He rubs his thumb over the top of your hand, avoiding the fresh scuffs lacing your knuckles.

“You think so?” You whisper as tears fall down your cheeks before you can stop them.

Now catching your eyes, Bucky smiles softly. “I do, Y/n.” He admits, watching you struggle to shuffle in your bed as you force back a whimper.

Patting the spot beside you, Bucky raises a brow. “Will you stay, Bucky, please?” You whisper, too afraid of your own voice.

“As long as you know you’re worth so much more than him, Y/n, okay?” Bucky asks as he lifts his arm up, wrapping it around you as you curl up into his chest. “You deserve the world, doll.” He mutters, feeling your grip around his waist loosen as your breathing softens. “And I promise to show you someday.”

Bucky brushes his lips across your forehead as light snores leave your lips, unaware of the promise Bucky has made to you and intends to keep it.  

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[zapsproblems]

If your still taking requests can I request a death note oneshot nsfw were it’s after Light’s fathers death and the reader doesn’t like Light in fact hates Him but starts to feel sorry for him and later that day decides to visit his apartment to help him deal with his grief and ask if there is anything she can do to help him and light subtly implies that she can help him by sleeping with him and the reader is tempted to but doesn’t want to because she remembers she dislikes him and he has a girlfriend but light eventually persuades her into it ?

Just this once?

pairing: light yagami x f!reader

wc: 1.4k

cw: infidelity (light cheats on misa), dubcon, coercion, reader is L’s little sister, not proofread (lmk if i missed anything!!!)

hi!! sorry this took forever, i took a lil break from writing. i tried my best to stick to the request but idk how well i did lmao but even so, i hope you like it!!!

Your dead-set focus is suddenly ripped from you as the familiar noise of the task force headquarters’ door creaking open pulls your eyes away from the bright computer screen. To your displeasure, the new presence in the room is none other than Light Yagami.

“Oh, Light! I thought we agreed you didn’t have to come in today?” An uncharacteristically soft-spoken Matsuda greets.

“Yeah, but I guess my father’s passing only fueled me to get to the bottom of this even more.” Light states.

Being L’s sister, you’ve inherited the black-haired boy’s suspicion of Light. After all, you were the only person in the world that L trusted with his entire heart and soul. Those countless times you’ve stayed up together throwing theories about the Kira case back and forth, only for you and the night itself to hear.

Though your brother was undeniably a bit smarter than you, you weren’t stupid either. With everything L had theorized about Light’s true identity, it’s hard for you to write off L’s death as a coincidence. The timelines just seemed to line up too perfectly.

Everything on top of the fact that because of your investigation work on the Kira case you were barely even given time to mourn the loss of your precious older brother, a heavy dislike of the brown-haired man festered in you.

Even so, you can’t help but feel sympathetic towards him today. After all, it’s true that you know what it feels like to lose a close family member too.

“Hey, Light,” his name feels sour on your tongue, “if you want I can take the heavy lifting today, don’t stress, alright?”

His eyes meet yours, and you take note that they look even more dead than usual.

“It’s okay, Y/N, no need to worry.”

—

No need to worry.

Well, you did worry. All day in fact.

You hate yourself for feeling so empathetic towards the man who you suspect of being behind the killing of your very own brother.

But here you are now, about to knock on Light’s apartment door with a small bouquet of tulips in your left hand. Nothing special, you told yourself, just something to show that you care at least a little.

As you raise your right knuckles to the wooden surface, the door suddenly swings inward.

“Oh hello, Y/N. Pretty flowers you’ve got there.” Light points at the objects in your grip.

That’s it. That’s another thing that you hate about him. How he always seems to be one step ahead of you in even the smallest things. How it feels like he always knows what you’re thinking. It’s almost like he’s watching you sometimes, for fuck’s sake!

“These are for you, actually.”

“Really?” he fakes a smug expression, making you cringe, “Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing. Feel better soon.”

You turn to leave, but Light’s hand catches your shoulder.

“Wait. Before you leave, can you come in for a second?”

“Oh uh… sure? Why?”

You receive no response as Light silently motions you onto his couch. A nervous pit grows in the bottom of your stomach.

“So uh… what do you need me for?” You ask apprehensively.

“Just want to talk. It feels like forever since we’ve actually sat down together and had a conversation, you know?”

You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were keeping in. “Yeah, it has been a while.”

Yet another awkward silence passes. The sheer quietness seems very strange to you for a moment until it hits you.

“Hey, where’s Misa? Is she out at a shoot or something?”

“So observant.” Light chuckles, and with the tone he puts on, you’re not sure if he’s being sarcastic or not, “Yes, she’s filming a commercial for Miho Skincare. Or at least that’s what she told me before she ran out the door.”

“Oh, I see.” You bite your lip, unsure of how to continue the conversation, “Do you want me to put the flowers in a vase for you?” You ask, picking up the tulips from the coffee table.

Light moves his hand to your thigh in a smooth motion, catching you very off guard so that you nearly drop the bouquet. You hate the fact that blood rushes to your cheeks.

“No need. But there is something else I want from you, if I’m going to be blunt.” His eyes pierce directly through you. You feel naked under his gaze.

Fuck, as many negative feelings you harbour for the man in front of you, you can’t deny he’s attractive in all sense of the word. You know what he’s asking for. It’s plainly clear even just from the lust blooming in his irises.

And it’s then when you realize how touch-starved you are. You’ve been using every available hour of your life on the Kira case, of course you hadn’t had time for any kind of relationship.

So you don’t stop him from inching closer. One of his hands sliding towards the inside of your thigh while the other pushes a piece of your hair from your face. His captivating eyes flutter shut and you’re about to give into his touch when you remember the girl you had been talking about just a moment earlier.

“Wait. Misa.” You whisper simply.

“She won’t be home for hours. And you want to make me feel better, do you not? I’m just asking for one more thing in addition to those flowers you gave me, hm?” He borderline growls into your ear. You would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a little.

Without waiting for an answer, Light crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is hungry, like he wants to waste no time with you. Admittedly, you still feel a little uneasy about all of this, Misa’s face—sweet as candy—beaming at you in your mind as her boyfriend sucks on your tongue.

You feel around each other’s bodies, unbuttoning anything you feel to rid yourselves of your clothing. It all goes so fast, and before you know it, you’re both in your undergarments. Light’s got you lying beneath him with your knees pressed to your chest. He reaches to pull your grey cotton panties to the side.

Suddenly, the peppy blonde girl inside your head once again appears, and you realize what you’re doing.

“Hang on, Light. I’m not too sure about this anymore…” You weakly tell him, pushing his hands away from your most sensitive area.

“Hm? But you promised you’d help me feel better.” Light throws uncharacteristic puppy eyes your way. He points to the wet patch that had formed on the centre of your panties, “And look, you want it too, right? Just this once? Please?”

It’s true, you had come here to make him happier. So why should you go back on it now? You criticize yourself, wondering how you could ever be so inconsiderate—to a coworker who just lost his father, too!

So you nod your head in coerced approval towards the man on top of you, who then in turn wasted no time pulling his cock out from his boxers.

Without warning, or any prep whatsoever, Light pushes the head of his cock into your cunt. The stretch burns, and you’re left wondering if it’s just because you haven’t gotten laid in quite a while, or if his cock is just that fat.

“Light!” You whine in slight protest, “You’re too big… hurts…”

He only hums in response, pushing himself further into you, “Sorry, little one, this cunt is just so tight, I can’t help myself. Fuck-“

Light starts a rhythm, watching his cock sink in into you over and over again. He notes how each time he pulls out, a sheen of both your slick, and even some blood coats it. Must’ve just been too big for your little cunny, he guesses.

The pain of the stretch slowly turns into pleasure and you relax into Light’s touch. You throw your hands into his surprisingly soft brunette locks as he pounds into your sweet spot.

You wonder if L is watching you right now. He must be so disappointed in his little sister, moaning and creaming so sweetly for the very same man he thought he had taught you to be wary of, the man who made the world a living hell.

[my-reality-my-rules]

Hey there!! First of all I'd like to say that I absolutely love your acc you're my fav acc on tumblr <3 So Thank you so much

Anddd my question is that I've seen many people say that intention is the key like you have to FULLY believe that you are gonna shift and I've been doing that like last night I was sooo sure that the moment I open my eyes I'm gonna be there but I woke up in my cr soo like if you could maybe share your thoughts on that...I may have had some doubts now that I look back on it but I would like to know what else should I do to set the intention.

Ps: I fully believe in shifting<3

[thanks for this ask!]

hi! I'm glad you enjoy the content ((:

the stuff below are divided a bit differently from how i usually do so—and i apologise if it looks a bit chunky lmao. i had a steady flow of ideas writing this and didn't want to break it off.

[also, the first tip's a bit short—AND I JUST WANTED TO SAY SORRY BUT I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO CONTINUE IT BC I'VE MENTIONED THIS ONE IN PREVIOUS POSTS ALREADY]

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(1)

first; one of the things I've noticed when i try to do the intention method is that it's linked to emotion. i don't truly know if that happens with others, but that's what works for me. the more emotionally agitated i am, the higher my chances are of being able to succeed with the method. emotions give me adrenaline, and that gives me excess energy—which i would then plan to burn off.

what better way to spend it than a shifting attempt? I've been able to shift with the intention method around three times, though the last one was a mini-shift.

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(2)

it's not only about fully believing, in my opinion. I've mentioned this before, but self-trust is also a key for conviction. if, somewhere deep inside, your doubts run strong, how are you going to take that little leap of faith? i remember answering a private message with the same words. to quote what i said:

and, well, in short, i had to learn how to trust myself. if you're forcing yourself to do something, it means you don't have the confidence to pull through with it. while it's not bad to have some doubt when shifting, letting it cripple you is not a choice. what's the point of doing something you'd dedicate so much of yourself to, and have it fall flat? i get that not everything gives you the chance to have do-overs, but morale is what always seals it. carl fredricksen was able to make a trip to paradise falls, despite being without his wife, despite having been stuck in misery for so long. julius caesar, despite being the arrogant shit he was, paid the ransom the pirates had asked for, and still went on with his promise to kill them all. you see where i'm going with this? whether a goal is short-term or long-term, whether it's a dream or a wish, a purpose is a purpose. that's one thing you can always remember, at the very least. trust yourself, that you have the ability to make things right, even if it takes so long, or even if it's just for you. confidence, even if it's under the fake-it-'til-you-make-it situation, goes a long way.

[sorry if it's a bit long—i got a bit lazy to paraphrase what i said lmao]

take the reins, and ease yourself into the knowledge that you're about to enter a new reality.

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(3)

if you're still worried about waking up in your CR, here's a tip i found. this had been me at a low point; i scripted that my eyes would open 'naturally'. i took inspiration from a tiktok I've seen and tried it out for myself.

basically, if you're conscious enough to recognise you're in a dream (lucid or not), or feel as if you're already shifting (but just need that final push)—you continue to keep your eyes closed. excitement is good, but don't rush it. try to feel your eyelids, and keep them shut. wait for them to naturally open, until you suddenly wake up. you know that quick moment when you just open your eyes after resting? wait for that to happen.

it's somewhat of a 50-50 for me, though. it doesn't always happen when I'm aware I'm dreaming (because sometimes, i just tend to forget). but it did help at some point, and I'd recommend it. i remember dreaming of snow and laughter—i don't recall who i was thinking of, but their presence felt familiar. i also remember trying to open my eyes—but some part of me said no, to keep them as they were, and let things happen as is.

i woke up in my naruto DR! I've barely paid attention to it these past months, but I've finally come back to it. i woke up roughly around the same time i left. I'd just laid down on the futon in my room and stared at snowfall. [i lowkey still find it weird that it snows in fire country, of all places]. i was physically too tired to do anything, but my mind had been alert enough, at least. nothing grand happened, i just sat there people watching.

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(4)

at some point, i also tried coming up with one more way to trick my mind into thinking I'll wake up in my DR. it's somewhat a mix of the julia and sunni method(s). in sunni, you use your five senses. in julia, you repeat affirmations. the issue lied with the fact that i have a bad memory and attention span—so recollection and visualisation can be a pain sometimes.

one night, as i was shifting to my HP DR, i tried to pretend going to sleep as if I'm already there. does that phrasing make sense? like, as i go to bed here in my CR, i switch my mindset into that of my DR self.

here, to clarify; my CR name is leigh, but my DR name is esther. in my CR, instead of going to sleep thinking as leigh, who thinks she'll just be waking up in the other reality—i go to sleep thinking as esther, who thinks she'll be waking up to another day at hogwarts. that's the sunni method part of it. trick your senses to make your mind think you're already someone else, somewhere else.

here's the julia method part. my way of solidifying that is through the affirmations. leigh tries to console herself with the hope to shift, but esther looks forward to waking up and going to class. leigh will say affirmations like: I am going to wake up cuddling with my cat or I am on my bed, in the Ravenclaw dorms. but esther would say things like: I will try to finish the essay on the gods of Mesopotamia by 5AM later or I promised my cousin we'll have some quidditch practice on Sunday.

the more casual and specific the affirmation is, the more likely you're going to believe it. don't go for a vague I am a powerful shifter when shifting—save that for manifestation. say things you're going to do in your DR. take a bath, take a shit, water your garden, brush your hair, read a book, talk to friends, sleep. the more relatable it is, the more you'll feel at home. and the more you think of that, the higher your chances are of actually feeling as if you're there already.

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i just want to apologise again for the short tip at the start. I've mentioned it quite a few times in other posts, so just feel free to check them out.

i do hope i could provide some help with this! once again, much love, and happy shifting ❤️❤️

[divinefireangel]

Hello! May I request a SF9 reaction? Snuggling in bed in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm. How would the boys react to op being a bit anxious because of the thunder?Thank you!

I just UwU'd so hard 🥺 Also I tried writing mini stories for each member in this one. I'll probably do a few as bullet points and few like this, depending on my mood.

Not me being conflicted between studying and writing reactions 💀💀

Warnings: Descriptions of thunderstorms. SF9 worried about s/o. Why is this a warning💀. Sorry they are short 🥺👉🏽👈🏽. Also not @ hwi for leaking his nudes (not really 💀) while I was writing his part lmao.

Youngbin:

A loud roar heard from outside your window jolted you up from your slumber. Looking out the window with wide eyes, you saw bright flashes soaring through the blacked out street. Knowing exactly what was coming next, you turned your body to face Youngbin's. Surprisingly, he was awake, looking at you with shaky eyes.

"Are you okay? You were shaking in your sleep so I was trying to wake you up. "

"I- I guess? I'm just a bit scared of thund-AH" you shrieked moving your forward into Youngbin's embrace as soon as you heard another loud bang from the clouds.

Reacting just as fast, he wrapped his arms around you. One arm around your torso below you and the other circling your head in attempts to cover your ears, shielding you from the sound as much as he could.

"You're okay. I'm here. You're here, safe in my arms. I'll protect you now. Go back to sleep jagi." He says softly, rubbing your temple with his thumb, easing you to sleep once again.

Inseong:

Hearing the windows rattle, you woke up from your sleep, wondering what was making a sound. Sitting up on your elbows, you noticed the light in the bathroom on, and your boyfriend not next to you.

Everything would've been fine, if it weren't for the low rumble the made the bed vibrate. Clutching the covers tightly, you gulp feeling your heart thump in your chest. Slowly you try to cover your ears with your pillow.

Screaming in fear when you felt a hand grab yours, you throw the pillow in the direction of this mysterious touch.

"Baby what are you doing?!!" Inseong yelped catching your pillow, looking at you with wide eyes.

"I- That- Ow-" you tried answering his question, but failed to as your head started aching from moving so suddenly.

"What's wrong baby? Is your head aching?" He asks climbing into the bed and coming close to you, hand reaching for your head.

Nodding yes, you screw your eyes shut. Feeling him move around and then pull you into his side, Inseong took ahold of your hand, intertwining your fingers together and kissing the back of your palm. "Go to sleep now. I'm here and I won't let anything happen to you."

Jaeyoon:

Feeling the covers being pulled off his body, Jaeyoon groans lightly. Reluctantly he opens his eyes and looks at you, but he immediately sits up when he sees your figure thrashing in fear.

When you stop moving, he hears low whimpers coming from the bundle beneath him. Carefully he moves the blanket a bit, just enough to uncover your face. The sight in front of him breaks his heart. Curled up in a ball, eyes shut tight, you were trying your best to warm yourself up as a distraction to the commotion in the sky.

Lifting the blanket over his body, he lays his weight on top of yours adding additional warmth to your shivering self. Kissing your cheek, he rubs your thigh comfortingly. "Jagi, cuddle into me."

And so you did. Turning on your side, you hid your face in his muscular chest, scared whines leaving your mouth when you heard a quiet thunder. Wrapping you safely in the thick blanket, Jaeyoon cradles your head near his heart, making your listen to his steady heartbeat.

"You'll be okay, jagi. I got you." Hearing your soft sniffles, Jaeyoon wraps his arms around you tighter, kissing your forehead repeatedly until you both fell asleep again.

Dawon:

You were both sitting in front of the couch on the ground, some boring movie playing on the TV but all your attention was on him. Sitting in his lap, you run your hands through his lush locks as you lips lock again and again in a hot messy make out.

His hands are roaming everywhere, pulling you close even though your chests are already touching. Hot breaths exchanging with soft moans that slip out from both of you when you grind down on him. His lips find solace on your neck, making you roll you head back. There is nothing more perfect than a steamy midnight make-out.

And in just a moment, everything went silent, the lights went out. Even more perfect right? It would've been if you hadn't seen that oh so familiar bright light from the window. It would've been if you hadn't frozen on spot, making Sanghyuk stop all his actions. It would've been if you didn't know what was coming next.

"Why? What's wrong? Did I do something I shouldn't have?" He questions hurriedly, worried he did something to offend you. Nodding your head no you look at him with scared eyes, hand pointing to the window and a tempting rumble was heard as soon as you did.

An expression of realization takes over his handsome face. Grasping your cheeks in both his hands, he pulls you in for a sweet kiss. "Let's cuddle in bed so I can hide you from the thunder better? Does that sound okay?" He asks oh so sweetly. Nodding in agreement you just melt into him, clutching him for dear life as he gets up with you in his strong arms and walks to the bedroom.

Laying on the bed slowly, he pulls the covers over both your joined bodies, hiding you from the thunderstorm as promised.

(TwT)

Rowoon:

It was close to 1am when you got up to use the washroom. Heavy raindrops hitting the windows, creating a mellow sound along with the fan rotating on the ceiling. Noticing the absence of your warmth in his arms, Seokwoo stirs awake. Squinting his eyes he sees the bathroom light on and nods to himself realizing that you're there.

"Jagi come fast" he whines sleepily. What an annoying lover, can't even sleep without you. Smiling softly you finish your business. Flushing you freeze in your spot.

A bright light streak illuminated the sky above you, naturally followed by a loud clack of thunder that made the window panes vibrate. Screaming you fall on the ground, knees coming to your chest as you hide your head behind your arms in attempt to shield you from the thunder sounds.

Getting out of bed, and almost falling too, Seokwoo got into immediate action as soon as he saw the lightning too. Running to the bathroom he finds your smaller figure in a ball on the floor, cradling yourself. Approaching you with a worried expression, Seokwoo skeptically wraps his arms around you.

Uncurling you throw your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck so he can carry you back. "I'm here baby. I got you." Comfortingly he repeated those words again and again while carrying you safely in his arms. While laying you down on the bed and covering you with blankets.

Getting into bed beside you, he gives you many reassuring kisses while completely engulfing your body with his, cursing the thunder when it gets too loud causing you to shiver in his hold.

Zuho:

Juho was awoken from his sleep when he felt someone rest on his shoulder. Blinking he started to go back to sleep, thinking it was probably one of his cats, that was until he heard a very human whimper. Shooting his eyes open he turns his head as much as he could to find that you were resting on his shoulder.

"Baby? " he calls in his deep voice as he gently raising his other hand to trace your cheek with his thumb. Turning his body towards you, you cuddle further into him. Curling into his body, you let out choked sobs from fear of the angry clouds adorning the night sky.

Resting his head on top of yours, he begins to play with your hair, an action that always made you calm, especially when he did it, cause he knows exactly how you like your hair to be played with. "You should have woken me up. " he says quietly, feeling bad for not waking up sooner to comfort you. Sniffing you hug him tighter, just wanting his love and care at the moment.

Tangling your legs together, he wraps his elbows around your shoulders to bring you closer to him. Pulling the blanket till your neck, Juho kisses your temple. Continuing to stroke your hair and caress your back, he starts to hum a soft lullaby to lure you to sleep. Holding you closer than ever every time he suspects there to be a loud roar from the dark sky above.

Yoo Taeyang:

Giggling at how cutely you were decorating your cookies, Taeyang presses his lips to your cheek softly. What's better than some midnight baking you ask? Midnight baking with your cute sunshine of a boyfriend. Standing next to you, he starts to give the final touches to his cookies.

"You're cute. " he says matter of factly. It was true though. He never thought anyone could be as cute as you. "All done! " you said giggling, proudly showing off your design of a butterfly you struggled to make. Pecking you on your lips, Taeyang smiles proudly, grabbing both your trays to take them to the refrigerator.

You start to clean up the counter, throwing away the dishes that need to be soaked in the sink first, followed by everything else, except for that packet of choco chips. You gasp when you see the pale flash coming from outside the balcony windows. When nothing happens for a few seconds, you breathe out, continuing to work.

Screaming when you heard the first rumble of thunder, you drop the table cloth to cover your ears. Rushing to hold you, Taeyang hides you in his chest, doing his best to cover your ears when the next few rumbles are heard. Cooing to you to calm down quietly, he slowly starts to sway you bodies from your spot in the kitchen.

"I'll always protect you my love. "

Hwiyoung:

"I love late night showers with you." Youngkyun expressed with a smirk as he bashfully eyed you getting into one of his shirts.

"I know you do." Giggling you walk to the bed, jumping on it making him chuckle at your adorable action. Moving around till you're face to face with him, you lean on him as you capture his lips in a much awaited kiss.

Smiling you pull back to admire his gorgeous face. Lifting your right hand to his face, you draw inkless lines over his eyebrows and cheek bones and all over his face, just admiring your perfect man.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he plays with your shirt, well his shirt. Closing his eyes he let's you do what you want to. Lifting your leg across his naked torso, you trap him below you as you attack his face with love filled kisses. Shyly laughing at your lovey dovey energy, Youngkyun wraps his arms around you tighter, pulling you completely on top of him as you release a fit of giggles.

Hearing the low thunder from outside, you gasp looking out the window anxiously. "The weather report did tell there was gonna be a thunderstorm all night." Youngkyun says, slowly rubbing the sides of your torso. "Oh" was you were able to reply back with.

Grabbing the blanket, he spreads it over the two you of, distracting you from your window gazing. Snuggling into his neck, you shut your eyes as the thunder grew louder. Kissing your forehead and temple and nose in cycles, youngkyun loves you to deep slumber, making sure to hold you tight every time you flinched unconsciously.

Chani:

It was around 2:45am when the loud banging of your neighbour's window against its frame woke you. Flinching a little every time the sound was audible over the strong winds. Once they finally shut the window, you sighed in content, ready to slip back to get those few more hours of sleep.

Just as you were about to succeed, a mighty boom from the lit cloudy sky completely woke you up. Sleep disappearing from your body, fear slowly creeping in. Breathing multiple small breaths from your nose, you feels tears form in your eyes. Heart is beating faster every passing second.

Curling into a ball, you squeeze your face into the pillow to soften the sound of your sobs. "Y/N? What's going on? Why are you crying? Talk to me!" Chani said desperately, worried something may be hurting you? Cramps? Nightmare?

All his questions were answered when he heard the deep sound of thunder, lightning hitting a far off place. Cooing he gently starts to trace your upper arm, coming close so his chest connects to your back. Leaning his free arm near your head, he pets your hair slowly, thumb going back and forth, moving your hair to ease you a bit.

Kissing your cheek, he rests his head against yours, whispering sweet words into your ear, now beginning to gently rub your thighs too.

[httpsaiki]

Congrats on 300 love! I don’t think I’ve requested something yet from you even though I love your writing! Anyway, could I request a fic where Teruhashi and the (fem)reader are dating(usually I don’t mind what pronouns the reader has but for this one it’s kinda relevant. But you can make it gender neutral if you want)? So the two have been dating for a few months. The reason Teruhashi entered this relationship wasn’t because of “love” but because she wanted to get her fans off her back and what better was to do that than enetering a relationship with another girl. She this that it may help get her male fans off her and at first it’s great. Then the reader starts to see the relationship declining. At first Teruhashi was sweet and kind but now she is kind of rude to the reader, saying things like how she is embarrassing her or that if Teruhashi is so perfect why isn’t her s/o capable of being that way too. Mean ik (I don’t like Teruhashi if you couldn’t tell), the reader is also dealing with comments from her fans saying that the relationship is a charity case and such so she is feeling horrible in the relationship. A fight happens between the two and mean stuff is said. They break up and the reader isn’t taking it well. Not because she is upset she isn’t in the relationship cause she is happy to be out but because of the backlash from fans. Seeing this either Kuboyasu (jabjshsk I love him sm) or Saiki (love him too) comfort her and they begin to hang out more till they start to date. The two are now in a healthy and loving relationship and the reader gets to see what that feels like and how that wasn’t what she had with Teruhashi... I really just write this whole fic out lmao. I was going to write it but I’m simply lazy and I wanted to request something from you. As always ignore this or change anything if you don’t like it an take your time please don’t rush or stress yourself out. Ily hun❤️❤️

Hi!! Thank you so much <3! I wanted to say that I adore this request and honestly was ready to drop everything to write it, what an amazing idea you have here! I’m worried I focused a little too much on the Teruhashi part but, man, I’m a sucker for angst so it was a lot of fun. I think I may have gone a little overboard, as I don’t think I’ve written something this long before. I’m sorry if it’s wrong or not quite what you wanted. Thank you so so much for this request, I love it!

Small edit: I forgot to add I picked Saiki for this, as I think I write him a bit better than Kuboyasu!

— Reader is female! Warnings for slight angst, break up, fighting.

WC: 3041

Italics are Saiki “speaking” telepathically.

Teruhashi is the perfect pretty girl, on the outside at least. —————————————————–

“So, what I’m trying to say is… Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Teruhashi asked on the rooftop one fateful evening after school. She looked as gorgeous as ever, trying to hide her slightly blushing face as she avoided your eyes. The wind was blowing gently through her hair, causing it to sway ever so slightly to one side. The sun was setting behind her, giving her an even more angelic glow to her appearance. You said yes, of course, how could you not? It was magical, especially when it was from the world’s prettiest girl. There was no way you could reject her.

The perfect couple. That’s how it appeared to be. For some time, that’s even how it was.

Teruhashi Kokomi. Your stunning, admirable, and perfect girlfriend. She’s amazing. A few months ago when she asked you to be her girlfriend you were exhilarated. The thought of dating what many considered to be the perfect girl was a chance you knew you just couldn’t pass up. All the time spent with her felt like cloud nine, she made sure you were happy no matter what, and of course, you tried to do the same for her. Her reputation truly held up, even in private.

Over those months, it amazed you what a wonderful girlfriend she was, having seemingly endless affection and love for you. It felt like she was more in tune with your emotions than you’d ever been. She was always ready to listen to your problems, whether you just wanted to vent or needed solutions. She was such a giver in the relationship that you even felt a little bad about it.

She knew that, but she’d never tell you. Not yet, anyway.

So many precious memories flashed through your mind as you thought about her. From getting ice cream on hot summer days to study dates amid a cold, snowy winter (where there wasn’t as much studying as there was cuddling). All the late nights you had spent with her, talking about everything and yet nothing. Video calls at the bright and early hours of the mornings just so she could get your opinion on what she should wear for the day. Every little thing you did together seemed as perfect as Teruhashi herself.

So where had it all gone wrong?

The relationship seemed like it was going great. What happened? What had you done wrong? Recently, Teruhashi had been acting anything but herself. She’s been aggressive, rude, and not interested in anything to do with your relationship at all. She’d avoid you, ignore your calls and texts. When she did see you, she’d throw insult after insult your way, blaming you for problems that were far from in your control, ones that her in her life, not yours. But that wasn’t even the half of it.

What made it even worse? That was only in private. In public, whenever she was with you (or without) she put on her little show of being Miss Perfect. You don’t know how you didn’t see through it before, looking back it was so obvious how fake it was. While in public you were sometimes able to convince yourself she still loved you, clinging onto a desperate hope that things weren’t nearly as bad as reality would tell you. Maybe she was just having a rough time? Her life must be hard, with the constant stalking and fans harassing her along with the need to keep everything in her life completely in order. She must just be tired of it and need somewhere to vent her anger. You didn’t mind being that person, but just not like this. You couldn’t always expect her to be perfect, and you hadn’t. You did your best to make it clear to her from the start that you didn’t need her to be perfect all the time and that you’d be there no matter what. If she wanted to relax in private with you, she was more than welcome to. She never did.

You had it rough, too. Her fan club was constantly harassing you as well. They called you names worse than she did, and had gone to extreme lengths just to get you to break up with her. They stole your things, drew on your desk, and were all-around horrible towards you. They claimed the only reason Teruhashi was dating someone like you was that she pities you, Teruhashi could do so much better. Deep down, you knew that may be the case, but she still asked you out for a reason, right? You never once complained about it, nor told Teruhashi. It would be okay in the end, and being with her was worth it.

Looking back, the red flags were there from the start. It would’ve been better if you caved to the fan club’s wishes from the beginning.

Your arguments seemed to only get worse with time. Insults being thrown your way more than once a day. During a particularly bad argument, she expressed how she felt she was the only one keeping the relationship alive, the only one that truly cared. For the first time, you fought back.

“How could you say such a thing! I do my best for you, I’m sorry we can’t all be Miss Perfect! I try so hard and yet it’s never good enough, is it?” You yelled in frustration, your voice was a lot louder and far more powerful than you intended. Teruhashi was visibly taken aback, despite her constant berating, you had never once raised your voice at her. She paused for a moment, clearly to think. You could easily tell just what she was thinking about.

You had no idea she’d been keeping track of everything you told her. Well, you did, but you never imagined your insecurities would be used against you in the way Teruhashi has been. Screaming them, bringing them up to your face, and forcing you to face them without warning. Using them to insult you, making them worse, and letting them dig deeper into the back of your mind. 

Her face contorted in anger, even angrier than before. Listing things “wrong” with you as if her life depended on it, Teruhashi began her angry ranting. She wanted to get it across to you that she’s perfect and you’re far from that. She listed everything you’d ever done that irked her, every annoying thing you’ve said, and every problem you’ve ever told her about. She mocked emotions you’d told her in confidence and confessed that she always found them dramatic and ridiculous. She expressed how embarrassing it was to be seen in public with you, how she should only be seen with people on the same level as herself. If that wasn’t enough, she dealt one last finishing blow.

“I never loved you anyway.”

She turned and she left, slamming the door to your house shut behind her.

Your mind went blank and you barely noticed your knees hitting the floor as you collapsed to the ground. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt the tears soaking into your shirt. You couldn’t see nor hear, everything around you felt numb and dark. Did she really mean all of that? There was no way you were that bad of a girlfriend to her. 

Why did you still not want to break up?

Days passed and you still hadn’t left your bedroom, let alone your house. Your phone was blown up with texts from your friends, asking if you were sick. You learned from glancing at a few of the messages that Teruhashi had told them that. Reading her name hurt, it made you feel ill as you remembered what had happened a mere few days ago.

Your phone dinged once again. You reached out and grabbed it with a weak grasp, not having the energy to do more than the bare minimum. The name on your screen made a wave of nausea come over you, the content of the message not helping either.

From: Kokomi♡

I’m coming over.

You really needed to change that contact name. That wasn’t what was important, though. Why was she coming here? What else could she possibly need from you, and what on earth else could you possibly offer? You didn’t have much time to think about it, you needed to appear at least somewhat put together by the time she got here.

Your hair was just finished drying as you pulled on clean clothes. You made sure the entrance and living room areas of your house were clean, along with the kitchen. The knock at the door sounded so familiar, Teruhashi always knocked the same way. It sent chills down your spine. Pulling on the best neutral face you could muster and forcing your legs to move, you opened the door.

She looked different. There was no glow to her anymore. She’d never looked less like an angel in your eyes. Even compared to when she’d been yelling at you. It was jarring, almost like she’s a total stranger. It’ll make talking to her easier, you mused.

You wordlessly invited her in, stepping aside as she avoided eye contact and made her way to sit in the living room. Even once you were sat in front of her, she still wouldn’t look at you. You couldn’t tell if that was because she felt shame or disgust. You just hoped it wasn’t the latter.

“What do you need?” You started the conversation, keeping your voice as steady as you could muster. You were quite impressed with how well you were doing.

“We need to break up.” She stated, still not looking up. You rolled your eyes.

“As if I’d stay with you after that.” You spit out, trying to keep your words from sounding too venomous. A moment of silence, you could feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest. The nerves were starting to get to you and one of you needed to say something before the panic could set in. Luckily, Teruhashi did.

“They were right, you know - the fan club?” She said quietly.

“What?” You were surprised, she knew about that?

“It was like a charity case. I only dated you to get them off my back. Didn’t work though. Shame.” Her voice was calm, way too calm to be saying something so harsh. She was fine just ending your relationship like that, no matter what you’d been through together.

“Oh... of course.” She really had never loved you. You were just a tool she could use to escape the mindless drones that claimed to support her. So it all had meant nothing. It was just too good to be true. 

She stood and wordlessly left, walking out of your life for good. Good riddance.

Your pain was only beginning to set in. You couldn’t care less that she broke up with you, you were miserable dating her anyways. No, the hardest part was you would be truly alone now. You knew once word got out that she broke up with you the whole school would blame you. There’s no way their perfect pretty princess could do wrong. It hurt to think about it, you’d probably lose your friends over this. There was one person, though, just maybe one person you could talk to.

Saiki Kusuo. An average looking boy, he didn’t stand out much. You had been friends with him months ago before you dated Teruhashi but she forced you to stop talking to him when you started dating. You never understood why, but she eventually told you that it’s because she used to like him before she got with you and she found it awkward for you to talk to him. You understood. The guilt ate you alive, but you complied. From that day on, you’d never again spoken a word to him.

You could tell just by looking at him he wasn’t like everyone else. He didn’t fawn all over Teruhashi when she entered a room and maybe that’s what drew you to him right now. He’d be the perfect friend, someone that wasn’t obsessed with her. You just hoped he’d forgive you.

“Hey, Saiki?” You asked, shyly walking up to him. He glanced up at you, an uninterested expression plastered on his face. He wasn’t visibly upset by you, but that only made you more nervous. You have no idea what he’s thinking. Realizing he wasn’t going to reply, you continued talking.

“I was just wondering if you’d be willing to have lunch with me. I-I know we haven’t spoken in a while but there are some things I’d like to clear up.”

Saiki knew exactly why you stopped talking to him. He wasn’t going to blame you for that, either. It wasn’t your fault. Sure, he was a little upset about it, you were someone whose presence he actually could tolerate. You were nice to talk to, mainly because you knew when was a good time and when to stop. Traits Saiki greatly admired and appreciated in a person. He might have even liked you a little.

He wasn’t about to let you go. Not as easy as the first time. “Sure.” 

His response was curt and blunt, but you couldn’t help the small smile that graced your features. It was your first genuine smile in months. Maybe the whole world wouldn’t be completely against you.

“Thank you.” You stated simply, turning to sit back in your seat. It seemed like such a meaningless thanks, but Saiki knew there was more behind it than that.

Lunch came quickly enough and before you knew it you were eating under a tree with Saiki. You explained everything that happened over the last couple of months, how awfully you’d been treated behind the scenes. You apologized more than necessary for abandoning Saiki, trying to convey that you didn’t want to, but your ex-girlfriend had somewhat forced you to. 

Saiki was forgiving, and far more understanding than he needed to be about the situation you were in along with the one you found yourself in now. Deep down, he was happy to have you back. Even if you weren’t super close before, he wanted to help you feel better and get over the torturous relationship you had just left.

So Saiki was there for you. The little lunch meets becoming a daily occurrence and he did his best to keep the Teruhashi fan club away from you. Talking to Saiki felt different, it was like he was genuinely listening and cared about what you told him. He was eager to help and aided as much as he could in your recovery.

Weeks passed as the routine kept up. On the weekends you’d meet for dessert and studying. Everything you did with Saiki felt right, it felt safe and healthy. You hadn’t realized how suffocating your old relationship was - even during the good days. 

It wasn’t until Saiki asked you out and you said yes that you truly experienced what being loved felt like. It was late, well after the sun went down. Saiki had snuck into your house, claiming that his parents were being annoying but you knew that was a cover for the fact he missed you. There was no way they were awake these early hours of the morning. He saw your tired face under the dim light that peaked in from your window, as you woke up from his sudden appearance in your bedroom. Saiki felt a small rush. He needed to tell you. Now.

“Y/N” He spoke. 

“Saiki?” The confusion was evident in your voice, “You spoke?” You were clearly tired after being disrupted from your sleep. Never having heard him speak before wasn’t helping with your state.

“Yeah.” He whispered, reaching a hand out to brush the hair out of your eyes, letting it linger on your cheek. It was a little more than platonic, just like the look in his eyes.

“I really like you, Y/N.” He whispered once again, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. 

But you did. Your eyes shot open, blinking a little in surprise. There was no way he just said that, you must be dreaming. There was no way this pink-haired boy that made you feel more than anyone else ever had was standing in your bedroom, at four o’clock in the morning saying he likes you.

You sat up, “You really mean that?” It came out without you intending it to. It probably sounded rude, but you were far beyond the point of being awake enough to care.

“Yeah.” He said, a small chuckle coming out, “I do.”

You didn’t say anything, all you did was slide back on your bed, making room for Saiki and open your arms. He took the hint and made himself comfortable next to you. He let out a small sigh, doubting he’d be able to sleep like this despite his relaxation. He wanted to protect you for as long as he could. He stared at you, probably a little more than he should. Saiki couldn’t help it, his eyes wouldn’t leave your form. You looked like you belonged in his arms, or so he thought. He was having a hard time processing his happiness at your figure in his arms. It had always been you, he was well aware of that now. 

“You still awake?” he asked, going back to his telepathic communication. You mumbled a small yes, prompting him to continue talking. “Thank you,” he started, “for asking me to sit with you at lunch that one day. For coming back to me.”

You let out a tired giggle, “You missed me.”

“I did.” He felt you tense when you said that as if you were shocked to hear it. That didn’t surprise him, he had his doubts you were told you were cared about enough, especially in your last relationship.

Looking down at you once again, he realized you’d fallen asleep. A smile grew on his lips as he made a silent promise to show you what real love feels like. He’d cherish you to the moon and back. It’s what you deserve and he was going to give it to you.

[marichat-verse]

Mist Memories

Leo Valdez x reader for his birthday ahhhh (even though it's angsty) with a platonic/developing jason x reader cameo at the end (lmao im sorry i couldn't help myself 😭)

Based on this picture I found in pinterest + also [kinda] based on traitor by olivia rodrigo and omg i really recommend u guys listen to this edit because it reminds me so much of this fic that's been stuck in my head for MONTHS also kind of a run away with me prologue lol

Your POV

I nervously made my way across the forest until I reached a limestone cliff. I knocked on the iron door, not really expecting to get an answer.

My boyfriend has been shutting himself in Bunker 9 for the past few weeks. I stood there counting up to seven before knocking again. I knocked again two more times, until he answered in the middle of my last knock.

He removed his goggles and winced as sunlight hit his eyes. He'd grown thinner and paler, making the dark circles in his eyes more pronounced.

"Oh, Leo..." I reached out to brush a few strands of hair away from his face, but he moved away.

"What are you doing here?" He said in a monotone voice.

I moved to walk inside the Bunker, brushing off his hesitation to let me in. "I'm your partner, remember? And I'm really concerned because you're shutting yourself out lately. You know everyone's starting to worry about you. Percy asked me to check on you because you missed pegasus riding with him. Oh, and I'm pretty sure Jason's coming back from Camp Jupiter soon. I was hoping you and Annabeth could be with Piper while Percy and I hung out with Jason because it's been a little awkward since their breakup. Plus Piper wanted to tell you something—"

"Please," he said forcefully causing me to stop and look at him. "Just... Get out."

Normally, he'd shut himself from the world for a few days to work on an important project or because he was feeling really sad and he needed space. But this was getting out of hand. He had never locked me out of his life when I offered to help him. He was never this mean when he asked for space. I was not having this attitude of his.

"Okay, Leo. I tried to play nice. What is so important that you blow off all your friends for nearly a month that you can't even tell your partner, or maybe say hi to your best friend who's coming back from the other side of the country?"

He didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. I scanned he room for any signs.

It was messier than usual with all the crumpled paper scattered on the floor, especially on his desk. He could have been drawing up new plans. Something in my gut told me that something wasn't right. There were no new unfinished projects, indicating that he wasn't starting a new invention. Harley's helicopter lay on his bench in the same state it was weeks ago. Huh, not even his siblings could enter the Bunker.

I turned and Leo was already changing Festus' oil. I took this moment of distraction to pick up a few pieces of crumpled paper on the floor and on his desk. I had to process the words a bit longer—too long that Leo took notice. Damn dyslexia.

I heard footsteps speed up behind me, but it was too late. I read enough and got the gist of what he had been trying to do these past few weeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at me. Small embers started to erupt between his curls.

I laughed dryly. "So this is what you've been up to?"

His fists tightened, further crumpling the paper in his hands. His eyes flashed with anger, despair and confusion.

I sighed and focused my eyes on his desk, not daring to look at him any longer. Under some pieces of paper were old photographs of him and Piper from Wilderness School. Yup, those definitely were the mist memories she had with Jason. I read the latest draft he'd been writing:

Dear Piper,

Remember the mist memories from boarding school with Jason? They were real, but they were with me.

I miss you. I miss when it was just us. I miss the night on the roof.

Yours truly,

Leo Valdez

I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "How long?"

I heard him sigh. "Three weeks."

I balled my fists. Tears started to fall and smudge the ink. I wiped them away as fast as they came.

"How?"

"In a dream," his tone softened now. "Hera came to me in a dream and told me to check an old drawer in Bunker 9. I found the photos and the memories came rushing back."

"How long were you dating back then?"

"Two weeks."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Silence; then a deep breath.

"No."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I knew you'd get upset like—"

"I meant why would you throw away months of our relationship for a couple of weeks of your relationship with her? And without even bothering to tell me? Gods damn it, Leo. We've been together since you've first arrived at camp. And what about those promises you made when we were sailing to Greece? You've been keeping these feelings away from me and you've been lying to me, making me believe that there's still something between us and—"

"Oh, calm down," he said with an annoyed expression and tone, which only infuriated me more, "it's not like I did anything were her yet! I didn't kiss her or tell her how I truly felt for her! She just got out of a relationship with Jason around the same time I had that dream. I had to figure out how to talk to her about it. I've been alone in this Bunker for three. Fucking. Weeks. I didn't cheat on you."

"Oh, and that makes everything better?" I countered. "Being in a relationship isn't about not cheating, Leo. It's about being honest and communicating with each other."

"Oh, like you've been communicating with me? After the war, you take go back to Manhattan for school, and you take a job. I haven't seen you much during the holidays because work has been keeping you in the city. And you won't tell me what you even do for a living!"

I took in a deep breath. "I told you I needed to have a life outside of camp! I needed to know first that I could handle myself in the mortal world as a normal human being. I needed this demigod part of my life to be separate as much as possible! I've been in two wars, Leo. I needed time to myself, too. And I was about to tell you guys in a few more days. But I guess now, I'm glad I've kept you out of that part of my life. At least I have an escape from all of this. And now, especially from you."

I took another deep breath and walked to the door, about to let myself out. I turned back again, both our tear-stained eyes meeting each other.

"If it makes you feel any better," I said softly, "I would've hated the idea of us breaking up. But if you really love her, if you really feel like you have this special connection to her and she makes you happy, then I won't get in your way. You could at least have had the decency to talk to me so we could have left on a good note."

He looked at me with wide eyes, clearly regretting his actions. I sighed and looked around the Bunker, possibly for the last time. Lots of memories were definitely created in this room; all just as grand and meaningful as the inventions they made here. But just like some of Hephaestus' contraptions, some of them were flawed and dumped in his scrapyard, no matter how much potential it could have had.

"Goodbye, Leo."

I sat on a rock on the beach that gave me a beautiful view of Long Island Sound. To my left, the sun started to set, casting an orange filter on everything. My heart broke, remembering how everything glowed orange in the Bunker. Leo always left the fires burning when he was working. The sunlight twinkling against the sea reminded me of how small bits of flame peaked through his hair earlier. I remembered how mad he was at me. Or maybe he was mostly mad at himself.

"Hey."

I jumped when someone sat—or rather, landed—beside me. I turned and smiled, seeing one of my good friends back at camp.

"Hey, you're back," I said weakly. "How long have you been here?"

He smiled at me, although he could maybe sense that something was wrong. "Half an hour, maybe? I saw Annabeth making plans to expand camp to have a city. She made me do an aerial inspection and I told her I'll get back to her tonight. That's when I saw you."

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. It was silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again, knowing he was just waiting for me to open up.

"I broke up with Leo."

His head quickly turned to me. I guess he wasn't expecting it to be that bad. "What?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed dryly. "Turns out the mist memories Piper had in Wilderness School with you? They were real. But not with you."

His eyes widened. "Oh... With Leo."

"He locked himself in the Bunker for weeks trying to write a letter. It was heartbreaking. Like, truly heartbreaking. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her and how much he missed them. Then he said how much he missed that night with her under the stars and... It hurt. Like hell."

"Oh," he said. "I guess Piper didn't tell me everything then."

"She knew all along?"

He shook his head. "Maybe not everything, but she told me she's been confused about her feelings lately and she'd been having visions or dreams of possible old memories that were messing with her head."

"I'm sorry about you and Piper," I said.

"Don't be," he said. "I understand her. It did hurt, though. But I think I can get over it some day. We're still awkward around each other, but at least we left on a good note."

I scoffed. "Leo couldn't even give me a good ending to our relationship."

"Hey," he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a great person, y/n. You've done so much, especially for him. It's his loss that he was stupid enough to let go of you."

"I know that."

"Do you really?"

"I do!" I said. "I'm a great person and I know that. But that doesn't mean what he did doesn't hurt me."

"I know," he said. "You'll find someone who'll treat you like the queen that you are. You're a great person, and I'm not just saying this to cheer you up. I truly think you're amazing."

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Jason. And you'll find someone great, too. Maybe not as great as me but, then again, who is?"

We both let out a laugh. The conch sounded in the distance, signaling dinner. I moved to stand up before hearing Jason speak up again.

"Hey, do you maybe want to just grab a couple of plates and eat out here?"

I smiled. "Yeah. That sounds good. I don't really want everyone else hounding me about the breakup right now."

I don't know how long it was going to take me to get over Leo. We really did gave something special. It was cruel how the universe gave me something so good, to make me have hope that something was finally going right, then have it yanked away from my arms just as suddenly as it came.

He never cheated on me, but that didn't mean he didn't betray every promise we made to each other. I should have known it was too good to be true. Life has always played cruel jokes on me.

Then again, who's to say that things won't turn out for the better, right?

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Tagging: @drvrslcense @bubblybubbubs @dreamerball @quteez @aesthetxcimagines @chasingpj @beingleft @wadewilsonsgreatestfriend

[obeiii-mee]

Hey there! Love your writing. What about MC spending a whole day with just one of the brothers? Like you know, if the brothers were deciding what to do? Sorry if it’s too boring and romantic haha, I’m a lost case, I desperately need that night walks with Satan and working out with Beel in my life haha. Thanks xx

Same though. I love writing just typical HCs with the bros during date night or something. And I’m currently writing a few angst HCs so I really needed this too lmao. I hope you don’t mind these not being too long. I hope this satisfies you lol.

Enjoy!

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The Brothers Spending a Whole Day with MC:

Lucifer:

-Mr. Prideful doesn’t take many days off

-But when he’s with you, he really feels like he can unwind properly

-Lucifer loves going on walks with you tbh

-He feels like it’s a nice break from all of his office work and meetings

-Sometimes the two of you end up in Majolish or a restaurant

-He definitely has a thing for spoiling you on days like these, because he feels he doesn’t appreciate you enough otherwise

-Like when he yells at both you and Mammon for doing stupid shit around Lord Diavolo

-The two of you could walk through the whole of DevilDom hand in hand if you had more hours in the day

-I see Lucifer as a bit traditional when it comes to dating so it’s obvious you’ll have movie dates and everything

-But a day off for him? With you? Away from his brothers, all of their chaos and the never ending attention his paperwork needs?

-It feels like he’s in the Celestial Realm all over again

-He does love you

-His past just doesn’t let him express his affection towards you very well

Mammon:

-If the two of you could spend the whole day together, there are only three places you could be at: Majolish, the casino or trying to make money for Mammon’s debts somewhere

-But it doesn’t really matter for him

-He could be stuck in a broom closet with you and still be happy (though he wouldn’t admit it)

-Spending a day with just him is bound to end in tears to be honest, on his part usually

-Because everything is going well and you’re having fun

-“Ah shit!”

-“Mammon you OK? What happened?”

-“I accidentally sold Lucifer’s gloves for 50000 Grimm!”

-How does one accidentally sell something?

-So he get a bit of an earful for that

-Other than that, being with the second eldest is crazy enough as it is

-You may have lost all that money at the casino but for the first time in a while, Mammon didn’t care that much

-Because you were there and laughing with him about how stupid both of you were

-You guys hit as many shops as possible and just generally have a messy, fun time together

-He often ends these days saying something like “You should be grateful that THE GREAT MAMMON agreed to let you tag along with him today.”

-But just kiss him on the cheek and he will shut up. For like hours. He’ll be too flushed to even look you in the eye

-He really wants to spend another day out with his human

Levi:

-Welp, life of a shut-in otaku

-It should be of no surprise that the two of you spend most of your time in his room

-It’s just the one place he’s most comfortable in and having you there makes it so much better

-Anime’s and video games are a must obviously

-But he loves doing movie marathons with you too (while loudly complaining the movie sucks and that you’re a normie for choosing it. Which means he likes it)

-Maybe a few good hours of him ranting about TSL because it’s Levi

-So the chances of you guys getting any sleep on said day are slim to none

-Also, if you agree to go to conventions with him, he will die of happiness

-On the rare occasion that he does go outside, he’s only out there because you went with him so that should tell you how much he loves you

-But most of the time you’re locked in his room to the point where Luci dearest has to come along and drag you the fuck to breakfast

-Ah, true love~~

Satan:

-I mean, this one should be pretty obvious too

-If he doesn’t enjoy dates in the library, then is he really Satan? (I never thought a sentence like that would ever be typed)

-Most of the time it ends with him reading to you because his voice is sO bEAutIful and you just melt when you hear it

-I will forever hc that he makes sound effects while reading too so imagine that

-You two don’t always get the chance to spend a whole day together

-But he tries to check in on you at least once a day

-*Cue romantic run through the house of Lamentation, trying to find you so he can gossip and bitch about Lucifer*

-Walks with him are very common too

-They usually take place at night, because he’s a sap and he read too many romance books and damn it kiss him already

-He would hold an umbreally over you if it started raining and everything

-Satan takes these moments to chat to you about anything, he just wants to appreciate you being there

-You guys made out several times while on these ‘walks’ ngl skskevshskbeuensb

-One time, you showed him a cat cáfe in the human realm and he went nuts

-Safe to say you’ve been there more times than I care to count, most of which were without permission

-A day with him can either go extremely calmly and end with you guys falling asleep on each other in his room or escalate to either pranking Lucifer or...steamier stuff

-Haha if anyone ever mentions he’s a cheesy bastard, they’re dead before they can say their prayers

-Except you, you get the pass on this one, tease him as much as you want

Asmo:

-Finally, he gets to have you all to himself without any of his brothers cockblocking him all the time~ (same tbh)

-The whole day would be planned from head to toe in activities and events

-It would start with some sort of makeover in the morning (getting your nails done, doing hairstyles, skin routine etc.)

-Then it would move on to some serious shopping sprees where he basically buys everything that he deems to be cute

-They’re for you 100% tho

-The day usually ends with you getting dragged to parties and clubs because Asmo can’t go a day without speaking to other people

-By the time you get home, you’re almost knocked out cold and carrying several bags full of clothes and shit

-But you can never say you didn’t enjoy yourself on these days

-Having Asmo around is exhilarating and somehow, even if crowds happen to not be your thing, it’s still really easy to have fun anyway

-There are times when the two of you stay at home and do each other’s nails and everything

-And you two are very fond of these sort of dates as well

-Of course, all of this assuming he won’t try to seduce you and get in your pants all day

-Turns our Mammon is somehow telepathically connected to you and rushes over any time this happens

-So much for not being cockblocked I guess

-He always switches things up as well which is usually very pleasant because you don’t visit the same shops or clubs every day

-Just be back by midnight or you’ll have your asses handed back to you otherwise

Beel:

-Beel loves you

-Beel loves food

-If those two happen to be in the same room, he might as well die peacefully

-It’s all he ever asked for (especially if Belphie is there too)

-Half of the day is spent at either Hell’s Kitchen or in your kitchen at home

-For him, the food always tastes better when you’re there so if you’re willing to go, then he’ll be like a cheerful puppy the whole time (how many times have I compared Beel to a puppy lmao)

-The other half of the day is spent training

-Work out sessions are important to him and he’s more than happy to let you join in

-If anything, you’ll be on his back as he does his push ups even though you’re not that heavy to him

-It sort of warms that demon heart of his because you’re always there handing him towels and water after he’s finished

-And you always have snacks prepared too which is wonderful really

-Kudos for being able to hide them from him the whole time

-It’s also not that surprising to know that you, Beel and Belphie hang out a lot

-So these days often mean that Belphegor tags along with you guys everywhere

-You won’t notice him tho, believe me, he’ll just stay attached to Beel’s back and sleep the whole time

-If he gets to spend a day with his loved ones, then Beel can honestly not ask for more

Belphie:

-“Belphie...?”

-“Yes MC?”

-“Is.....is that a pillow fort that’s almost as big as the attic?”

-“It is indeed.”

-“Why?”

-“Why not?”

-Tbh it would be a miracle if you two didn’t sleep the whole day

-But if he had to go somewhere with you

-It would be anywhere

-Much like Mammon, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the evironment as long as you’re there

-Chances are, however, that he will sneak you two to the human world a few times in secret

-He still insists he hates humans but truth is, he misses them and their realm

-Going back there, without permission the same way he did all those centuries ago, was like a breath of fresh air

-You guys would be chilling at a park in the human realm, probably make small picnic or something

-Belphie, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, loves these dates and would kill anything on his path if it meant he gets to be in your arms while taking a nap in the human world

-He invites Beel along too which makes everything so much better for him

-He will just fall asleep on you while you run your fingers through his hair

-Belphie is so warm too so it’s likely you won’t stay awake for long either

-Poor Beel has to carry both back to DevilDom but he does it anyway without complaining >:(

-He knows that he isn’t allowed to come up here and that he should stop these dates before Lucifer finds out

-But being out here with you brings him an irreplaceable meaning and you’re so soft and gentle, he can’t resist cuddling into you

-Also he doesn’t give a shit what Lucifer thinks

(Idk why my writing is so bad in this post, it kinda feels like I forced myself to write it and maybe that’s why..? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my mess of HCs)

Al~

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

Their reactions to you breaking up with them // Part One

LUCIFER // BEELZEBUB // BELPHEGOR // DIAVOLO // SIMEON

Part Two (Mammon/Leviathan/Satan/Asmodeus/Barbatos) will come later this week ! It was supposed to come out with everyone else but I just wasn’t satisfied with some (cough Satan cough Barbatos) so I decided to split it into two parts and release the second one later ! ☺️

This idea suddenly popped in the middle of the night into my mind and I can’t ignore it so bear with me.

(Also sorry for the angst if you aren’t new here you should be used to it by now)

Fun fact I’m actually writing this while listening to ‘Left & RIght’ by SVT and let me tell you this does not fit the vibe at all, but it works lmao

MASTERLIST

NB: This is all made under the assumption that the boys love and respect you enough not to kill you right on the spot of course and that they’re not crazy enough (at least not anymore) to lock you up in i don’t know an attic for example

+ Also this goes without saying that most of these if not all are not “we should stay friends” kind of breakup, it’s more of a “it doesn’t work anymore we should stop seeing each other” kind of breakup.

(Sorry for the delay I got a bit sick yesterday and couldn’t find enough strengh to open my computer and actually concentrate)

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The one who acted like it doesn’t affect him in any way.

He gave you his everything and that’s what you gave back to him? How preposturous!

He was mad. 

But he refused to show it. His pride and ego were so important to him and to him at the moment they were the only thing he could still salvage from this humiliation.

Which is why everytime he saw you afterwards, he looked at you for a milisecond before scoffing and averting his eyes before walking away from the room, his head held up high to the point it hurted his neck.

But the fact that he tried to stay proud didn’t mean breaking up with you didn’t hurt.

Because it did. And he hated every part of this.

You probably surprised him once or twice at night in the music room lazily playing a few notes on the piano with a glass of wine as his only company. 

Muttering words that you couldn’t quite understand without having to get closer, but you could feel each and everyone of them dripping with bitterness and pain.

After all of this Lucifer wanted to hate you, he truly did. But he couldn’t, and it was absolutely infuriating to him. 

He, Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, one of the most powerful demons in the entire Devildom, the right-hand-man to the prince himself, fell in love with a mere weak human. And yet he was the only one left suffering. 

How humiliating.

Beel was actually surprised by how much it didn’t hurt.

A break up is normally painful, but appart from a little pinch in his heart  his body was completely numb to the pain.

So he didn’t try to fight it. He simply accepted it and watched you walk away. After all your happiness was always his first priority and it didn’t hurt that much so it was okay... right?

But over the days you, along with the other brothers noticed a slight change in Beel’s behavior. 

Which from his perspective was coincidental with the pain from his heart spreading more and more inside of him.

It started with a lack of appetite which, coming from him, was worrying of course but you all assumed it was his way of “coping” and that he would be back eating in no time.

But it didn’t happen like that. The lack of appetite was suddenly added to a tighter grip on things. At some points you had all lost track of the times you walked on Beel staring intensely at a doorknob that he accidentally ripped off its handles.

Then it escalated. It wasn’t object he was unconsciously hurting it was now other people as well, slapping their hand away or bumping into them hard.

Until one day he found himself into a fight with a lesser demon that to your knowledge hadn’t done anything to set him off. It took the the combined strenght of Lucifer, Mammon and Belphegor to get Beel off the demon. 

And it took him one glance your direction to stop fighting his brothers. He saw you look at him as if you didn’t recognize him, as if you were wondering where was the Beel you knew, the one who was kind and loving. And he started crying. 

The numbness of his body was finally wearing off to reveal all of the pain it had been hiding.

Probably the messiest breakup since first he just refuses to even aknowledge what you said.

You saved his life. He was living a life filled with hatred and despair since Lilith’s death and you came in, and while things happened that he is definitely not proud of, your forgave him and gave him a new chance at life where he could have fun with you and everybody else.

He had been latching onto you since that day, his only goal in life was you. You were his life line.

That’s why he refused to break up. That’s why he said “no” as soon as the words were out of your mouth.

You tried to tell him that’s it’s not his choice but he wouldn’t hear it. He was not going to let you go. 

A big fight exploded between you two, so vehement that some of the brothers who heard the ruckus rushed over to see what was wrong.

After a while they managed to cool you down and you finally got a look at his face. And you saw nothing but pain. 

With his emotions exposed like that in front you and everybody else Belphegor got really embarrassed, cursed under his breath under his breath and then turn around to run away. Far from you.

Not knowing what to do he somehow found his way back in the attic where he stayed on his own accord this time. He stayed there day and night refusing to go out. Afraid that he was going to see you again.

At that moment he didn’t hate humans as much as he did before he met you, but now after what you had said he couldn’t help but let a newfound yet familiar grudge grow inside him once again. He didn’t want to trust humans anymore. 

Probably and surprisingly the most crushed out of all of them. 

You. Out of all people, you were abandoning him.

You were the most intimate and the closest relationship he ever had. You were his entire world, he gave you everything he could give. This man almost worshipped you for loving him. And you were pulling away from him ?

All you see in his face is utter disbelief... And pain.

He doesn’t say a word, his knees simply give out and without ever breaking eye contact with you he crashes on the floor. 

When you decided walk away, he continued to look at you until you truly disappeared.

Afterwards, in public, he acted like he always did, he had this happy persona for more than a thousand years he knew how to make it look like he was feeling alright.

But you noticed. Because he avoided every plausible contact with you. He acted like you weren’t part of his world anymore because he knew that if he did so much as to look at you his smile would immediately falter. 

He wanted you back. Nobody could have wanted someone back more than he wanted you. You were the first person whom he ever loved and the first person who ever truly loved him back. 

He always thought he lived a life only filled with solitude until you single-handledly showed him that he wasn’t alone as he thought. Until you told him that with you by his side he would never feel alone anymore.

He thought about bringing you back by force, using his privileges as the Devildom Prince and only ruler to get you to fulfill the promise that you made to him. 

He actually nearly made it happen. 

But was advised by both Lucifer and Barbatos that it would be a bad idea and, while he did it reluctantly, he ultimately agreed. 

But he never felt so alone.

Surprisingly Simeon was the one who had the most trouble understanding why you wanted to break it off.

The only thoughts running thorugh his mind at the moment were : “What happened ? What did he do wrong?”

He was always so careful with you, so romantic, so understanding, so... perfect. 

There was no other word, he was a perfect boyfriend. He always did what he thought was right. He always treated you right. So why did you break up with him?

Simeon was a smart man, he wrote countless times about love too but he truly couldn’t comprehend the fact you wanted to end your relationship.

He thought was you had was so special, he was in love with you. Every moment that he spent with you was precious to him. 

And he couldn’t get around the fact that you didn’t feel the same anymore.

But he did let you go though.

Without asking any questions or giving much of a fight because even there he wanted to put your feelings first.

He didn’t even cry, nor complained. He just caressed your cheek one last time with his long fingers, making sure to remember the softness of your skin and the shape of your jaw. 

He looked at every detail of your face and he memorized them all knowing it would be the last time he would ever be allowed to be so close to you.

Then he layed his lips on your forehead for the last kiss he could give you and whispered, his voice trembling, so slightly that you barely even noticed it :

“If that’s what you want”

The first time he saw you again afterward he tried to make his way to you to talk with you as if you were back to friends. but as soon as he saw you shifting awkwardly while you looked at him he stopped in his tracks, gave you a small smile and turned around. 

Once again putting your feelings first.