i was reasing your response to an ask and my brain did a thing that made me pull a botw regaining a memory kinda brainwave (the in-game way not the wild-is-having-an-absence-seizure-way) [aka u r getting a brain dump because i dont currently have the executive function budget to make it ~fancy words~ but i wanted to do smth]

I could kinda see Wind and Wild getting really excited about learning new things, and one time they learn about that whole 'parallel-play'/'body-doubling' idea and get really excited and ask lots of questions about it and then get in their heads "Sky is kinda down a lot lately, maybe we should like. pay a visit and do some same-spacing!"

aaaaand they do and Sky is kinda like guys. guys pls. because he really isnt up for company, but after a bit of an overenthusiastic start where Wind kinda talks too much too close, they all do just plonk themselves in different areas of the room.

Wind is studying silently, Wild is fixing something or playing a handheld he borrowed, and Sky honestly is just kind of napping/depression void staring on the couch but its easier for him to stop spiraling when he remembers that he isn't alone even if its the same comfortable silence.

Eventually he picks up a book he started months ago and was really enjoying before he just kind of... stopped reading. kinda entirely for a while there. And he is reading it and enjoying it again even if it makes his eyes tired faster and he gets tired in general from just reading. He takes a break to let his eyes relax and wander, Wind is still studying. Theres a quiet sound of something falling, and Sky thinks Wild put his thing down or fell asleep, but when he looks bro is zoinked, just staring and making the occasional hand motion (this is supposed to be the absence seizure thing- idk if thats accurate)

He zones back in, n rubs his eyes and kinda looks around and sees sky staring now and tries to play it off as he is sleepy. sky is like 'same bro'

words words all 3 of them end up watching a movie on the couch but Wild zones out again at least twice and Sky is trying to figure out how to kinda tattle on the situation to time, but he isnt sure whats up. Wind falls asleep and Sky tries to ask Wild if HE is depressed, because sometimes Sky's brain and body just disconnect when he is in a really bad Big Sad, and he guesses maybe thats what it looks like from the outside when he kind of locks up and has the internal metal argument over whatever it is at the time

/word'splosion

Yooo I love this idea!! Gonna bookmark it so I can write it later :D Lian you’re an inspiration ❤️ Oh, just imagine Sky’s guilt when he realizes too late how Wild got into his motorcycle accident. And this might be the first hint Wild or any of them get that something is really wrong with Sky too.

Can you do a scenario with Murasakibara, Hanamiya, Imayoshi and Kagami where their S/O really wants a lot of attention like cuddles etc? Do you mind making it fluffy as hell? I just finished finals and I’m so drained mentally. Good luck with your finals I hope you do well luv! 💗

My rules are 3 characters max for requests (GoM requests are the exceptions), but it’s been a looong time, so I’ll do them all as a treat! I RLLY HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY, FINALS SUCK SO MUCH :(( I think i did my finals alright heh // these are more formatted as fluffy (within their character LOL) reactions more than anything, enjoy! IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG PLS FORGIVE ME ANON 

Murasakibara Atsushi

“Hnn?” He looked away from his plate on the table in the living room to see you fidgeting with the hem of your shirt after asking to cuddle. Your shirt had been slightly stained from all the messy cooking you both did together earlier for lunch in his home. “Okay.”

Murasakibara immediately goes back to eating his shrimp tempuras, delicately picking each one to pop into his mouth despite his large hands. He didn’t need to look at you to see how flustered you were in hearing such a casual response from him. Normally, he would be hesitant to agree, he knew that, but sensing how you were too antsy in wanting physical touches from him, he didn’t mind to indulge you. Besides, who’s to say that this isn’t also a treat for him, as well? Not like he would admit that so readily though.

“What are you standing for, (y/n)-chin?” he slightly frowns with an averted gaze before opting to stare at his food on the table instead. “Hurry up already…” At his words, you skipped to sit on the floor next to him with a happy flush, sitting close to him and watching him finish his meal before you can pounce on him. Murasakibara eyes you swaying side to side with anticipation, and he immediately sighs with closed eyes before he gently puts down his chopsticks. Your questioning gaze immediately morphs into one of surprise when he swiftly picks you up and places you on his lap, with your back against his chest and his chin on top of your head.

“Hm? Why do you look surprised? Didn’t you wanna cuddle?” he drawls, moving his chin off your head and tilting your head back by nudging your chin upward to gently kiss your forehead. The languid giant then picks up his utensils again to pick up the last shrimp on the plate to place it against your lips. “Hurry already, food doesn’t taste good when it gets cold, (y/n)-chin…”

As you were chewing, he put the chopsticks on the cleared plate and pushed it away towards the center of the table, all while nuzzling his own face closer to your hair and temple.

You also didn’t miss the way his spare arm was slowly sneaking around your stomach to pull you tauter against his own warm body.

“Hm…” he hums with a deep rumble from his chest. “You feel nice… Oy, stop moving around, (y/n)-chin… what are you doing?” He curiously stares at your fingers carding through his moppy hair, wondering why you’re so drawn to it. When you tell him that you simply want to appreciate every part of him, he merely smiles like a satisfied child before he takes that same hand running through his hair to place a chaste kiss in the palm.

“Hm?” He slyly smirks at your flustered expression. “I want to appreciate every part of (y/n)-chin too, obviously.”

Hanamiya Makoto

Most would be very afraid to be in the near vicinity of Hanamiya Makoto. You’re one of the very few who would approach him so unabashedly, let alone be direct about what you want from him. Even still, Hanamiya raises a thick brow at you before loudly scoffing at the question of you two possibly cuddling together because you “missed his touch.” He ignores you completely and turns his attention back to analyze his teammates practicing on the court, reclining his back further on the bleachers with a stretch. Yet, he’s inwardly ticked yet somewhat touched that you knew that he had no objections to you cozying up to him, without him needing to say anything. Ah, but the ever so “Bad Boy” wouldn’t easily let you approach him like so, and he knew from the way you were standing there expectantly, you knew too. After all, Hanamiya would never pass up an opportunity to potentially savor the sweet taste of misfortune of others, no matter how menial.

“Come over here, darling~” he coos with an open grin as he continues to relax with his arms behind his head, saccharine tone oozing with his dark, rich voice. “I can’t stand a moment without you by my side.” Of course, he once again feels conflicting emotions of subtle pride and irritation in being unsuccessful in embarrassing, flustering, or even provoking you in the slightest. When you settled yourself by his side with a casual scoff of your own, he immediately shot out his arm around your shoulders and cradled your head closer to lay on his shoulder. But he leans in close to your ear to hiss with his usual infuriating sneer, “Like I’d ever say that, dumbass.” You only respond with a customary retort before snuggling closer against him, pulling his arm around your side for more optimal cuddles.

Even despite the harsh rebuke, his touch is gentle, reverring, protective one would dare say, even if his eyes are currently more occupied watching the court than you.

“... Hey,” he curtly calls out after some minutes later, flicking your ear with the hand around your shoulders to ensure you are listening to him. He gets a small sense of satisfaction seeing your dismayed expression. “You’re being awfully damn clingy lately. Are you actually that fucking touch-starved?” Yet again, his actions betray his words, the same fingers that harshly flicked your ear were now softly toying with your hair near your temple in a clumsy, nonverbal attempt to soothe you.

He hates how you somehow knew yet again how he meant that he was only curious about your recent actions, the way you cheekily replied back how he’s actually reciprocating the cuddles with a raspberry tongue to try to provoke a reaction from his end. And he hates it even more when he willingly lets you reciprocate the soft touches when you tuck his shoulder-length hair behind his ear.

But all he could do to save face was to click his tongue arrogantly. Even still, you somehow see straight through him.

Imayoshi Shoichi

“My, my, those are quite some puppy eyes you’re shooting at me, hm?” Imayoshi relaxes his posture and lays back against the couch to give his signature closed-eye smile. “To think you were this needy.” He simply cocks his head innocently, but you knew something ulterior simmered behind that grin. Even without opening his eyes, his “stare” was still overwhelming in intensity that you couldn’t help but squirm and debate to take back your request.

“Ho? What’s with that look, my dear (y/n)? Don’t mind me darling, keep doing what you were doing before… Hm? I’m being mean?... I’m only graciously doing what you asked me to do. You wanted my attention, correct? You have my full attention now…” His smirk only grows wider when you huff at his comments. “You meant that you wanted to cuddle when you asked for my attention…? Now, now, (y/n), you know that greed is the greatest vice… Still, how cute of you to try to monopolize all of me so.”

Before you can either utter a single comeback or simply leave the room, he abruptly wraps his arms around you and immediately encloses you between his legs. You look up to try to scold him for being so difficult, but all words are caught in your throat when his eyes are slightly open in relishing your figure in his embrace. He merely smiles at your stunned silence, although he knew that you could tell that it was a genuine, affectionate one.

As you begin to relax, Imayoshi rubs gentle circles on your arms, occasionally giving a goading comment or two that elicited eyerolls from your end. Eventually, when you fall into a light snooze from his therapeutic touches, he stares at you fondly for quite some time before an idea crept into his mind.

“My dear (y/n)...” he purrs into your ear. “Am I really reduced to a body pillow for your convenience, my love? I’m hurt.” When you slightly jolt awake from the unexpected closeness of his voice, he merely chuckles at your reaction before hugging you tighter and settling his head atop your shoulder. “Well, I must admit, you’re quite lucky that I’m just as greedy for your attention, darling. In fact, if you’re not careful, I might just end up becoming greedier if you end up forgetting about me… eh? You wouldn’t…? Really now… you’re insisting that I can also ask you for attention, any time?...

… how cute, (y/n), but I must warn you to be careful about what you say, yes? Hm? You really do mean it?... ‘only for you,’ you say? Hah… you really are adorable… quite beyond my expectations.”

Imagine his actual, shell-shocked surprise when you suddenly turn around to face him to nuzzle into his neck with a sneaky kiss attack. He stiffens up, his eyes fully blown open to process the sudden sensation his body just experienced, and he could do nothing but chuckle with a slight chagrined blush.

“... You really never cease to amaze me, hm?”

Kagami Taiga

When you mentioned how cold today was, he already knew since that morning; his body has always had an aversion to the cold, and unfortunately for him, he just happened to be more sensitive to lower temperatures than the average person too.

“Well, yeah… I guess it’s been cold,” Kagami mumbles, scooting himself closer to the kotatsu in an attempt to absorb more of the brazier’s heat. And he’s been sitting there almost motionless for nearly an hour, closing his eyes and breathing softly to conserve his body heat.

When he finally opens his eyes again, Kagami turns to you to invite you to a seat next to him, but he nervously gulps when he sees you standing there with a mischievous look on your face. Who knows how long you’ve been observing him?

When you open your mouth to suggest cuddling to stave off the cold, he erupts a cherry red, knowing full well you were taking advantage of his tendency to get cold extremely easily. But you didn’t stop there. You teased him that he ignored you the entire time, and so, cuddles were only appropriate to make it up to you.

Kagami suddenly felt warm from the rush of blood rising to his face and neck.

“C-C-Cuddle?!... well, yeah… w-we’ve done this before… No! I’m not thinking anything more out of it…! It’s just… I—well, no! It’s not that I don’t wanna cuddle! It’s just…” He sputters, but stops when he realizes that he just admitted to not objecting to having a cuddle session, and he merely sweatdrops when he sees a victorious grin growing wider on your cheeks. “Fine… you must be cold too, right?—Wha, where did that blanket even come from?!”

You immediately plopped the weighted fleece blanket over his shoulders like a cape and tackled him with a hug, making sure to tug the blanket over your own body too. Kagami can only react by catching you while trying to break both of your falls, and he topples from his criss-cross sitting position to end up laying next to you, face-to-face.

“S-Stop squirming… how else are we supposed to cuddle if you keep moving under this heavy-ass blanket…? Pfft, well, it’s pretty warm now, huh? Come closer, yeah?” He nudges your head up against his chest, and his breath fans over your head as you sling your own arm over his waist.

“I dunno about you, but I wanna stay like this for a while… if that’s okay with you.”

Lover - Percy Jackson x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve crushed on Percy for years, him on the other hand? It’s more of a recent development. That doesn’t mean he likes you any less.

(Older Percy & reader - they're like 21) ALSO idk perfectly what happens in trials of apollo so let’s just ✨ignore that ✨ & this isn’t sexual despite what the title may suggest

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

A/N: hi friends this is for @fromthewatertribe​ ‘s 1k follower event!! Im sure most of you have but if not definitely check out their work!! Its soooo good I promises and ugh their Leo fic?! *chefs kiss* anyway idk if this is any good oop I tried

PROMPTS USED: 9 & 11. (they’re bolded)

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of ptsd & anxiety, kissing stuff lol ish eh idk, mentions of percabeth breakup?? Does that count?

MASTERLIST: here!

An obnoxiously red and orange light filters into the motel room, even with the old and tattered curtains closed, the motels’ sign conquers its way through the fabric. Sighing you flop yourself on the faded, probably twenty-year-old bed. Nose scrunching as some dust raises into the air, consequently letting out a sneeze.

“Bless you.”

“Did you just bless yourself?”

You winced at the reminder someone else was in the room, exhausted after the two-day travel to a motel room in the middle of whoop. “Yeah…”

“You really are something, aren’t you?” At the calm amusement evident in his tone, your heart rate began to slow down. He didn’t think you were crazy.

You let out a breathy laugh. Wow, I wonder how those stains got on the ceiling? Lava monster perhaps? Are those even a thing? Probably.

“Yeah… well, someone has to Jackson.” You glance towards him, he’s sitting at the small, poor excuse of a dining table. Heart rate picking up again as he gives you a small smile, already having his eyes on you this entire time.

“If I don’t, who will?” you continue.

“Touché. In that case, I’ll do the blessing from now on; you deserve a break.” Shooting you a wink. Instantly feeling flustered at his action, you fight the urge to cover your face with your hands.

Oh, Percy, if only you knew you’ve already been blessing me for the past six years.

“Even say…. If we’re in a battle?” you muse.

He gets up from the table and walks towards you. Once he reaches your side of the queen bed, he kneels, grabbing the hand closest to him, while putting his other on top of his heart. “Oh, y/n l/n, even with my dying breath.”

With that, you burst into a fit of laughter. This boy and his sarcasm.

You play along. “Hmmm what a great tale that will be. The one and only, Perseus Jackson, spending his final breath on sweet old y/n l/n. How dare you burden me with such a legacy to live up to! They’ll think I’m your lover, you know. Demigods all around the world will come searching for me, just to gawk at the beauty that stole your heart.”

At this point, Percy has fallen from his kneeling position, completely lying on the ground, overcome with laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Percy! How am I supposed to live with the guilt of knowing I don’t live up to their expectations?! I’m hardly a warrior either, oh the disappointment.”

Gasping for breath, he manages to find his words, “Don’t stress it y/n, you’re plenty beautiful. I just know they’ll all be stunned by your beauty. Don’t sell yourself short… trust me, once they see you, they’ll be envious that my lover was so enraptured by me that you’ll never be able to love again.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. Would that be so bad?

Gasping for breath, eventually, both of your laughs die down, leaving you both breathing heavily. “C’mon Percy, let’s get some sleep. Its going to be a long week of scouting for demigods if we’re tired.”

As Percy nods, silently getting up to go to the bathroom to change, but he can’t help but think to himself that he wouldn’t mind if he was stuck in the middle of nowhere with you. No matter how long.

It had been three days since you and Percy arrived in the town you continuously fail to remember the name of. It wasn’t the only thing you were failing at doing either, because it seemed that for some unknown reason, the school that was supposed to arrive here for their camping trip still hadn’t shown up.

“We should send an Iris message to camp. It doesn’t look like they’re showing up any time soon, and by the looks of things, we’re going to need to have them send someone for more supplies.”

Percy sighed, looking out the window. Was this the opportunity he was looking for? Maybe… he knew he’d be a stupid fool to pass it up. Swept up in his new thoughts, he never replied. “Percy?”

Without even looking at you, he nodded, turning to go to the bathroom, “Yeah sure, I’ll go into the bathroom and make the call.”

Humming in acknowledgement as he left the room, you couldn’t help but stare at the spot he was previously standing in from your position on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t look too good.

For such a great hero, you wondered if this quest was doing him any good. After the first day of scouting the campsite, it was obvious he was already antsy to get home. It seemed no matter how light you tried to keep the atmosphere; it was like something was weighing on his mind. Mostly when you were both in the motel room together, you supposed it was because he barely went on quests nowadays. Understandably so, after all, who could blame him for wanting a break and spend time with his family? This made you feel immensely guilty since you could never give him words of truly understanding what he’s gone through. You’d arrived at camp a few days before him, yet over the years you were never sent onto a major quest. It upset you greatly at first, but you grew to appreciate your time at camp.

Before your mind could delve further into its guilt and self-pity, Percy re-entered the room, sitting next to you with a huff. “It’s all good. They’re going to send Leo with some extra supplies, and he’ll help us for the rest of this quest.”

Accidentally getting swept up in how pretty his eyes were, you tensed up, realising he was staring at you expectantly. Quickly nodding and clearing your throat you looked down to your lap, “ahh, okay that sounds good. I guess we’ll have time to sightsee or something…”

Sightsee? Really y/n? There’s nothing in this stupid town!

An awkward silence filled the room. Due to your previous thoughts, you were unsure how to proceed. This was the first time you were alone with him and had nothing else better to do.

Percy on the other hand, found that the obvious swooning look in your eyes was his green light. “Uhhh actually y/n?”

Oh, please don’t ask me why I basically just drooled all over you for NO FUCKING REASON. Snapping your head back up to look at him, you desperately tried to ignore the pounding in your chest that managed to find its way into your ears, “yeah?”

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

Holy shit he knows, doesn’t he? He knows I’ve liked him this entire time, and he’s going to reject me even though I never even said anything!

“I uhm… look I know we’re kind of on a small quest and all but technically we ARE waiting for Leo and the school to arrive before we continue… and you know we kind of have like at least a day or two until then so I was just wondering…”

“Yeah, Percy? You can just say it, you know; I really don’t mind.” I do mind, but please get this over with before I cry. With your heart rate increasing at an alarming rate and face heating up so much, you wanted Zeus to blast you right then and there.

Percy felt like he was about to puke, he’d never felt this nervous before. Yeah, he had his moments growing up with Annabeth, after all, she was his first girlfriend, but this was different. He wanted this to be different. Sure, he never regretted their relationship, and yes, he knew he’d always remember everything they went through- what he went through but… he wanted a clean slate. He desperately just wanted nothing more than to know that there was at least one person in his life that wasn’t constantly fighting for their lives—someone who didn’t have to live with as much trauma as him.

“W- would you maybe... Gods, do you want to have dinner tomorrow night? Maybe at the diner further into the town?”

HOLY FUCK.

He was interested and honestly, you were over the moon. Breathing out the breath you were holding in, you fail to hide the smile on your face, “yeah, I’d like that.”

His face instantly broke out into a wide smile matching yours. “Wait really?”

Unable to hold back a small giggle, you nodded, “yeah, Percy.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you admire the blue dress you found in a charity shop this morning while Percy was sleeping. I can’t believe this is happening.

If you had old even more awkward 15-year-old y/n that you were about to go on a date with the boy you admired from your table during meals (when he was there), you would’ve laughed. Mainly because at that point, he didn’t even know you existed, only having your first conversation during the battle of Manhattan when you were helping Will.

Okay… lets do this.

Walking out of the bathroom, Percy is already sitting on the bed in his usual t-shirt, jeans and converse waiting for you.

“Woah… You look uh-” Never finishing his statement, worry bubbled in your chest.

“Oh, uhm… I- I can change if you’d like?

Jumping up from his place on the bed, his head shook quickly. “NO! N-no don’t do that.”

“Ah uhm… okay? Sorry, it’s just I saw it in a store earlier and uhm… it looked nice, and I just thought that maybe it’d be cool to maybe put in a bit more effort? I mean… not that you don’t look good or anything! I love what you wear, you always look nice! but I don’t know… I don’t get to look nice much and… I just wanted it to be kinda special since we don’t get to… well our lives don’t really grant us these opportunities very often. Or at least for me anyway…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay! I totally get it… you look beautiful.” After hearing your small confession and thought to prepare for your date, his heart felt like it was melting. How could someone be so thoughtful when all he was doing was taking you to a rundown diner who probably only served mediocre burgers?

A small wave of guilt washed through him. Feeling like he would never be able to truly sweep you off your feet or give you that sweet, tooth-rotting love and affection, every day, just like you deserved. After everything, he knew he could try his best but even then, he’d never be able to hide the anxiety or PTSD he had acquired over the years.

You looked up to him with a smirk. “Glad to hear it, lover.”

Cheeks heating up at your comment, he laughed trying to play it off as cool as possible. Taking a step closer to you and flattening his shirt as if it would wipe away its wrinkles, he held out his arm. “Shall we, lover?”

Matching his level of fake sophistication, you linked your arm with his, “with pleasure.”

And with that, you both walked out of the motel, with hopeful spirits. To any onlooker, you both looked like normal young adults.  

“Where the fuck are you?!” Percy’s voice boomed from his end of the phone, supposedly made without any monster risks.  

You winced, slowly and cautiously walking your way out of the forest. The once clean dress was now covered in dirt and had few tears. It went perfectly with your dishevelled, twig and leaf infested hair.

“Space doesn’t really exist, so I’m nowhere. Life is built on social constructs and, since there’s no way to know if we’re really alive or if it’s just an illusion, I can’t be anywhere.”

“Y/n.”

Okay, he was concerned, and you couldn’t blame him. After all, how did you expect him to react after getting separated from you as you were chased into the woods by an Empousai after dinner?

Romance at its finest.  

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up, but I’ll be there soon.”

Ending the call, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you replayed the events that just occurred in your head. The date was amazing. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was still sweet. Which led you both to go on one of those cliché night walks. That was nice too, until two Empousai came out of the forest and decided to attack you both.

Percy being…. Well Percy, he swiftly got out riptide and didn’t hesitate to defend the two of you. You, on the other hand, were completely caught off guard only just noticing as one of them turned their focus on you while Percy was distracted.

And what did you do like the perfectly trained demigod you were?

You ran like a headless chicken into the forest.

After a few minutes of running, they tackled you into the ground. Trying and failing failed to shove them off, you suddenly remembered the dagger you strapped to your thigh under your dress and stabbed them.

Clearly not your proudest moments.

Finally making it back to the room, you unlocked the door and let out a huff of relief. “Well… that date didn’t go as expected.”

Percy, took in your current state staring at you with wide eyes… but he didn’t say anything. Is he angry at me? Fuck now he’s going to call off whatever this is, all because I’m an incompetent idiot! I knew I should have tried harder in the sparring activities at camp.

Feeling highly intimidated under his intense stare, you began to play with the hem of your dress, voice going quiet. “Look I uh- I know it probably wasn’t the date you were hoping for but I uhm-“

Before you could even finish your poor excuses, your words are soon lost entirely. Percy stalked towards you with a determined look on his face. Reaching you, he firmly placed his hands on either side of your face, smashing his lips onto yours.

You let out a small, muffled squeak of surprise as your eyebrows shot up into Olympus. Yet unlike your fighting skills, this was something you managed to adapt to at a faster pace.

Eyes fluttering closed, you fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.

Please don’t let this be a dream.

Because Gods forbid if this your one chance, you weren’t letting this moment end that easily.  

Moving your lips against his, the urgency he came onto you with slowly began to dissipate, feeling his soft, but slightly chapped lips move against yours. Deepening the kiss, you let go of his shirt, gliding your hands up his tense torso and along his strong arms, eventually placing your hands on his wrists that were on either side of your face. Applying a small amount of pressure to the inside of his wrists with your thumbs, his mind began to drift into a calming haze as you softly stroked them. It was almost as if you were able to brush away the worry that bubbled in him when he got back to the room, only to find you weren’t there. Yet here you were… safe.

It was intoxicating and calming having him so close to you, his entire being overcoming your senses to a point where you fought the urge to let out a small whimper when he pulled away.

Resting his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling heavily flushed against you; he continued to hold you in his warm embrace. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He whispers, breath fanning against your face.

Because as much as Percy was afraid he’d let you down, he knew no matter what you were worth every single risk.

“…but I’m going to have to teach you a few things when we get back to camp. We can’t have my lover running away in battle all the time, how will I know if you sneeze?”

Letting out a snort, you playfully hit his chest. “Anything for you, lover.”

A soft smile graces his face as he looks at you adoringly as the word takes on a whole new meaning… because you were right. He’d do anything.

A/N: whelp! i hope you all liked it :)) its not perfect but oh well? 

also i dont have a percy jackson taglist but i gotta tag the holy grail of fic writers for this fandon eep @cabinofimagines​   🙈 🙈

Divider credit: @biskit-rising​

#7 Klaus Nathan Billy

aah!! i love this! thank you for asking this! 🥰🖤

7.) go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with? (apologies in advance for my long ass answers lol)

- i honestly would love to go a wedding with wedding Nathan 😅 like i know he wouldn’t be all that serious and would possibly try to flirt with other people there, but it would be so great to see him get all dressed up and then i have a feeling he might get a little sappy during the ceremony and being able to see a bit of that side when he’s sure no one would notice that he let that facade down for a moment would be too perfect! and then going to the reception with him would be so much fun! he would dance like an idiot and wanna show me off on the dance floor, wouldn’t want to but would totally slow dance with me if i asked him to and he would be so gentle and sweet even if he’s not the best dancer, it would just be so worth it cause he did it for me 🥺 i feel like at some point before inevitably getting drunk and a bit high, he’d have a moment with me between dances, getting drinks or while taking a break after dancing, he’d talk with me about what i’d want at my wedding or how i would do certain things at the reception and then make a comment about how he would love to have that with me 🥺 and honestly at some point after suggesting it quite a few times to me before the ceremony, Nathan would finally convince me to sneak away for a bit to have a quickie 😏😂 it might even happen before the reception, while we’re at the reception and if he’s not too drunk or high, it would probably happen when we’d get home from the reception lol. but honestly it would be so much fun going to a wedding with him! 🖤

- so depending on your definition of a party, i would wanna go to a party with Klaus 💙 getting ready to go to a party would be so much fun because Klaus would help me pick out my outfit, help me with my hair and makeup and idk it would just be perfect 🥰 and at family get togethers or like nye parties or parties with friends, at times i tend to feel really isolated and alone. but also really uncomfortable around big groups of people and talking or interacting with a lot of people. (even if it’s people i know pretty well) i feel like Klaus would totally understand my anxiety and help me keep myself distracted and would make sure i’m doing alright during the party 🥺 and going to the party would be a good distraction for them if they were having a tough day or week. and while he would have all eyes on him, i honestly feel that their eyes would only be on me 🥺🖤 like they would maybe playfully flirt with people but then would take a moment to and make a point to show me and reassure me that there’s no one else they’d rather be here with than me 💙 or she would help me get out of my comfort zone and talk with people (only cause she’s with me, tbh. lol) and i feel like at certain points Klaus would just give me this sweet and loving look and then tell me that they love watching me enjoying myself and to see me so comfortable and relaxed in an environment that is very triggering/anxiety inducing for me and that he’s so proud of me for pushing through the anxiety end so glad that i’m there with her 🥺💖 or if there was music on, he’d make me dance with him even if it wasn’t that kind of party 😂 she’d sing loudly with me and just it would be so much fun! also, i really believe that Klaus would absolutely suggest helping me take my mind off of my anxiety either before, right as we got to or while we’re at the party, and take me somewhere where we can maybe have a joint and/or a quickie as well and they would want to help make me feel relaxed and good 😅 also, klaus would love to show his partner off at a party! i whole heartedly believe that Klaus would make any partner they are truly serious with, feel so special and loved and would do anything to help them they way their partner will help her. and as an introvert (and kind of an introverted-extrovert lol) Klaus would be the best person to go to a party 🥺💙 - and i would absolutely love to go to a museum with Billy! ☺️ not that it wouldn’t be fun going with either Klaus or Nathan cause it would and we could get into all kinds of shenanigans 😂 but i feel like Billy could find a balance of taking the time to talk to me about the stuff he knows, take me to something he thinks i would like and be goofy with me if he could tell i was getting a bit antsy or bored (thank you ADD 🙃) and it was just be so sweet and such a fun day 🥺 like he wouldn’t like mansplain anything while talking about any of the exhibits. but he would explain it in a way that he knows would hold my attention and would show me why and how he sees the beauty in it 🥺 i truly feel that he would absolutely make that cute cheesy remark that his favorite piece of art to look at is me 🥺😅 and it would be so damn cute and really melt my fucking heart 🥺 lol. and then idk i’m sure as a thank you for being so patient with him for going to a museum for him when we got back home, he’d take me to the bed room and tell me he wants to take a closer look at all of his favorite piece of art and well, i’m sure you can figure out how things would progress and where things would go from there... 😉😅 but yeah, Billy would absolutely be the person to go to a museum with ☺️💙 (also, i don’t hate going to museums! i just have to be in a very specific mood to actually want to go lol. unless it was for a s/o and that’s something they truly want to do or love to do. i would go for them 😅 it’s just tough when you have a short attention span lol.) — thank you so much again for asking this! and again, i’m sorry my answers are so long lol

Chapter 25, pt. 4 - Promise

Hello!  I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted anything new here.  I promise I’ve been working on things whenever I could, but finding time and motivation has been challenging.

I’m posting a little piece here that continues from where Ed & Kate last left off.  Here is a link to that last piece, in case you need to jog your memory a bit (click here).

I’m really curious to know what you think of where their story seems to be heading.  Personally, I think what they’re planning is a terrible idea...yet i WANT it to happen!  Lol.  Tell me your thoughts!

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So, without further ado...

Chapter 25, pt. 4 - Promise

“Mmm, so good.”  He had both elbows on the table, resting his chin on his closed fists.  He looked sleepy and satisfied.

“Thanks.”

We were sat at the recently cleared kitchen table, ignoring the pile of dirty dishes in the sink.  Nate and Lucy had been excused from their nightly dishwashing duty because they both had to finish their Science Fair projects due the next day, leaving Ed and me alone in the kitchen.  The aroma of chili con carne still lingered. 

“I never had chili with meat growing up - we were a veggie house.”

“What was that like?”

“It was fine,” he shrugged.  “I didn’t know any different until I was...like, 10.  My first taste of bacon made me a carnivore on the spot.”

“I don’t know if I could go veggie.”

“Ya love meat too much.” 

“You know it.”  I nodded my head, completely failing to keep a deadpan expression.   

He grinned unapologetically.  “Hey, sweet girl.”

Since our blow-up and Big Talk the previous week we’d been a little extra-attentive toward each other - a  bit gentler and more accommodating than usual.  Something had certainly shifted since for us.  It was a good thing - exciting and wonderful, but it was also big and new, and with that came some uncertainty.  So, we spent a lot of time together, quietly strengthening anything that might still have needed a little bit of healing.

“So…” He was a little antsy - his knee bouncing under the table.  “I’ve been thinking.”

“What is it, hon?”

 “You...you’re taking birth control now, yeah?”

“What?”  I glanced out into the hallway where I could just barely see the bottom of the stairs leading up to the kids’ rooms.

His eyes briefly followed mine before he quietly went on.  “You take the pill, right?”

“...yeah?”  I stared at him as he grinned at my puzzled expression.  

“I’ve been thinking...that maybe you should stop.” 

Uhhh…? 

He grinned at my wide-eyed reaction, but he was still rapid-bouncing his knee under the table, so he was maybe a little nervous, too.

“Because...?”

“Well, you know, to start...makin’ babies…?” 

 When I finally picked my jaw up off the floor and found my voice, all I could think of to say was, “...now?”

“Well, not this moment-now, but, I mean…” he shrugged, smirking, still bouncing that knee.

I gave him an eye roll and a nervous grin of my own.  “Jesus, Ed.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said the other night - how you’ve had some trouble...with this, and I wonder if it makes sense to not wait.  Or, at least to not purposely prevent it.”

He’s been thinking about this…  

“You’re serious.”

He nodded, seeming sure of his words, if not of my reception of them.  But then, he’d apparently been thinking it over for nearly a week.   

“Um, wow, I...so many things going through my head right now.” 

He didn’t say anything, but just focusing on his beautiful, tranquil blues calmed me.

“You’re sure?”

He nodded, no hesitation.

“We’re not...married…?”

He nodded again.  “I don’t know what you’ll think of this - it’s just an idea, but…I reckon we don’t need to rush that.  We could...keep on as we are for now, but stop trying to prevent...anything.”  He exhaled loudly before rushing on.  “And I know that’s like, huge, and that’s why I thought maybe we just focus on...one life-changing event at a time.  Shit, I’m really going on.  Am I making any sense?”

“So, you don’t want to get married?  Or…?”  Why am I fixating on the ‘married’ part of this?  Focus on the ‘baby’ part.  Holy shit...

“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying.  I...auggh.”  He nervously ran a hand through his hair.  “Sorry, I’m doing a shit job of this.”  He took a breath and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

“First of all, when I said all that before...about wanting to be a family...complete shit of me to do it like that, during an argument.  It...it wasn’t a lie - I meant it, but it was a dick move, and I’m sorry.”  

“Wait, no, it’s...it’s OK.  You were reacting to me - I was being ridiculous.  You were being honest and were focusing on us staying together.”

He took a measured breath as he studied my face.  I’m not sure what he was looking for, but he seemed to be satisfied with what he saw, because he relaxed, then.  “OK, but my apology stands.” He covered my hand with his and gave a little squeeze.  “And second, just to be crystal clear…”  His words became quieter.  “I absolutely want to marry you one day.”

 Over that last week I’d definitely replayed everything that had been said during our fight and subsequent heart-to-heart - more than a few times, including the part about him wanting us to be a family.  It had seemed too soon to bring that up again, though, and I definitely didn’t expect to be making any decisions about it so soon.  Yet, there we were talking about babies and marriage.  

And, god help me, but I wanted all of it.

He watched me as I stood and covered the few steps to him at the other side of the table and pulled him up out of his chair.  “Come ‘ere.”

He stood, and I couldn’t help grinning as I nodded and finally answered him with a soft “Yeah.”

“To...umm, to which part?”

His ears and cheeks were slightly pinker than usual and his eyes sparkled bright and his whole body seemed like it was about to burst from nervous tension.  I stepped close, our bodies coming together as we wrapped our arms around each other - instinctively seeking and providing comfort and assurance.

“All of it.”

“Holy shit?”  

Still nodding, I brought my hands behind his head, carding through the ginger curls, directing his lips down to mine. In between kisses and grins he murmured, “This went much better than the last time I brought it up.”  

I kissed him once more before answering.  “Well, I’m not having a panic attack this time.  And also your delivery…I mean, it’s improved a little bit since last week.” I bit my lip, suppressing a giggle.

“Fair enough, but practice makes perfect, yeah?  Next time I’ll have it down.”  

“Next ti - ? ...Oh.”   

He kissed me again, a bit more purposefully, and then murmured, “It’ll happen, and properly.” 

“You know I’m holding you to that.”

“Promise, sweet girl.”

Our lips met again, giving physical credence to everything just spoken.  Our bodies were melded together, mouths opening, inviting more intimate contact.

“Ewwww, ohmygod!”  

We each took a hasty step away at the unexpected intrusion.  I may have stifled a nervous giggle as I tried to covertly wipe my mouth while attempting to still appear completely together.  Ed didn’t even try to hide his smirk.

“Heyyy Lu.  What...what’s up?”  My voice was unusually high-pitched.

My daughter was clearly horrified as she darted past us to the fridge, making sure the opened door blocked her line of sight to us.  Her voice came out muffled and terse.  “Nothing!”

Awkward silence filled the air as she rummaged.  I suspect she was debating whether it would be better to keep her head in there forever, or to make a quick exit.  Apparently deciding to get the heck out of Dodge, she grabbed a bottle of water and hastily retreated.  Glancing toward us on her way out, she paused when she saw that we hadn’t really budged from our spots, and arms still draped around each other.

“You’re just gonna...keep doing that?”  

“Probably, yeah,” Ed grinned.  I might have accidentally snort-laughed.  Whoops.

“Ohmygod...” Lucy groaned as she hightailed it back to her room.  We stared after her for a few seconds before returning our gazes to each other, giggles finally spilling over.

“Welp.  I guess she knows we kiss, now.”  Ed’s voice squeaked with laughter as we came together again, just as Lucy suspected we would.

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All right folks, there ya have it.  What do ya think?  Terrible idea?  Yay, love?  A little of both?  Please show some love with likes, reblogs, questions and comments, because feedback is everything!

If requests are still open, can I request an ArthurxReader where she is independent, can hunt, cook, and kill and never really thought of being married or having a relationship because she has very little patience for people but somehow, Mr. Morgan changes that and she doesnt like it so she tries to fight it and of course, she loses and falls for him? Or something like that? But cuter? Lol please and thank you!

Oh god, I got so into this story to the point I want to make it like an extended thing, but I’ve kept it kind of short here (by my standards).

I put the reader outside the gang for a change on this one. ❤️

The first time we met I’d been having a cigarette on my little wood porch, looking out over my homestead at dusk and trying to figure out what direction I could hear gunfire coming from. Before I knew it, the fool was leaping my fence and stumbling through wet muck and bringing a whole heap of trouble with him.

He didn’t even see me until he got up on the porch, pressing his back up against the house, sweating something awful.

“I’m sorry ma’am I-”

“You’re going to get your goddamn head blown off if you don’t get off my property in five seconds.” I unholstered my pistol and aimed it at him, and he’d put up his hands.

“You from round these parts?” He was still panting for breath, looking round the house in the direction he’d run from. “You know them Lemoyne Raiders?”

That made me lower my gun.

“Not been round here long, but I’ve had dealings with them bastards. What you do to ‘em?”

“That’s a bit of a long story, be honest with you, all’s you need to know is, they’re after shootin’ me right now and my horse bucked me and ran off with my guns.”

“Hey! Son of a bitch ran over here!” A voice in the trees called, and that was my decision made.

“Well, if we’re shootin’ Lemoyne Raiders, you better go in and grab my rifle. You a good shot?”

“I’m not terrible, ma’am.” He’d looked surprised, but jumped into action.

Looking back, our first meeting being us standing side by side, fending off nine Lemoyne raiders with nothing more than my revolver and a rusty old rifle had been pretty fitting. It helped us get to know each other, in a way, seeing how the other was in action, seeing how we worked under pressure.

I knew he’d liked me from the off, he’s not the best of keeping his feelings off his face, and I’d seen that sparkle in his eye and that smile on the corner of his lips when I’d wiped off my brow and introduced myself.

“Arthur Morgan.” He’d said. “That was so damn fine shootin’ there, ma’am.” 

“I’m not married and I’m a little young to be a ‘ma’am,’ don’t ya think?”

“Apologies, Miss.” 

Next day, he’d brought me a supplies from town in thanks, given I lived a good way from Rhodes, and I’d not known quite what to say or how to take it.

I wasn’t used to men being well, thoughtful, to me - superficially charming, sure, nice, when they felt they needed to me - but actually, really thoughtful? Bringing me bread and tinned food so I didn’t have to make the trip? That was new.

Which is probably why my response, in hindsight, hadn’t been the most polite:

“I look helpless to you?” I’d asked after inviting him in, gesturing to the deer pelt hanging in my kitchen. “What you after?”

He’d seemed to struggle to respond to that.

“Not after anything, Miss, just thought… Just wanted to thank you. Not many folks’ll shoot a guy between the eyes for you upon first meetin’.”

I’d narrowed my eyes at him, tried to gauge if he was lying, but couldn’t see it there. He didn’t feel dangerous, like a big man in my house would usually feel. I didn’t feel like I was going to have to pull the knife off my boot and fight him off at any moment. 

So he’d stayed for dinner, (because I guess I’m polite enough to offer that at least), we’d talked, it had been… nice. Really nice.

The next time we saw each other was in Rhodes, in the Parlour House. It pained me to be around those inbred hicks, but I’d run low on stocks, and needed a stiff drink. I wasn’t sure why it made me feel the way it did when I spotted him come in - all broad shouldered and thick chested, smiling, making some joked to the gangly, bedraggled man he came in with. 

I threw back my whiskey. Because hell, I’d been attracted to men before, of course; I wanted them, had them, moved on. But I’d never had this, this fluttery, nervous feeling in my stomach that almost made me slip out the back before he saw me.

I didn’t, because I’m not a ‘slip out the back’ type of girl. I walked up to him, greeted him and his friends, asked him what he was doing round here and listened to him make up an answer that attempted to cover the fact that he was so obviously an outlaw.

We kissed that night, after he’d had a couple whiskeys of his own, round the back of the building with his hand on my back and mine in his hair.

Not long after that, he came across me in the woods, on the trail of a hog that would keep me in meat for weeks, and I’d been sure that once he’d seen me up to my elbows in blood and guts, he’d surely see I wasn’t the type of woman you went steady with and never turn up again. But he’d smiled at me then too, swiped my hair out of my face to kiss my lips and helped me get the beast up on my horse. 

Then, it had been a couple of weeks, and I’d become antsy and annoyed that he wasn’t knocking on my door again, and that’s when I began to realise what I was feeling, that this wasn’t just that I wanted him to come over and have me already - I wanted more than that.

When he did finally show up on my door, I kissed him before I said hello, I pulled him into my bedroom and took down my hair, I got him naked, because I needed to see if that body cut as attractive a picture without clothes as it did with (it did), and I did the same, and rode him until we were both pink-skinned, and sweating, and he’d mumbled, rough-voiced with pleasure:

“God, you’re the most beautiful thing I ever seen.” And I’d desperately bit my lip as not to tell him I loved him, like some kind of fool.

And he hadn’t left when he’d finished inside me either, he’d stayed, pulled me to his chest and kissed my hair, stayed all night, stayed for breakfast.

After that, it seemed like he was back every time he had a chance, and I was always so happy to see him that my heart would race as soon as I heard the hooves of his horse come up my path. 

Arthur told me about who he was, what he did for a living, who he worked with, and it made me happy to be trusted like that.

He took me to Saint Denis, once, made me giggle at how fancy everyone dressed and acted, bought me a prime rib and took me to a show.

I nearly said it then, too, ‘I love you.’ But I couldn’t, because I’m no fool to try and keep a man like that, to care if he might love me back and to think I might have to sacrifice any part of myself to have him.

Not like he’s asked me to, he tells me a lot, that he likes me just the way I am, that he likes me because I am the way that I am.

Now, we’re sitting by the water a little while away from Clemens Point, me on my belly, head resting on my hand while I watch the bluegill jump out the surface occasionally, and glancing at Arthur sitting cross legged in front of me, sketching in his journal, which he says he doesn’t usually like to do in front people. It’s all so sweet and soft, and I can’t believe how much I enjoy it.

“I love you, you know?” He says, and I look at him, and wouldn’t be sure he’d even said it if he wasn’t looking right at me. “Never thought I was the settlin’ down type, but I don’t know…” He runs his hand over his mouth and looks over the water, like he’s trying to find the words. “You make me think I might be.”

My throat feels uncomfortably dry all of a sudden, and my stomach flips over. I’m frozen. I’m not talking.

“I - you -” I swallow and can’t meet his eye. “Thank you, Arthur.”

He laughs dryly, and looks at me in slight disbelief. “Thank you?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say!” I say defensively and sit up, flushing red. “You’re talking about settling down and you love me but… I… We’re not those types, Arthur, I live alone for a reason, you know? I’m not easy to deal with.”

“Oh, I know that, trust me.” He’s still smiling at me in amusement, like this isn’t hard for him at all.

“Then, go profess your love to a proper lady in a skirt and perfume.” I say, like the idea of that wouldn’t absolutely kill me. “You’ve seen me in polite company.”

“Who you think your talkin’ to? Lord of the manor? Rich, proper gentleman who needs a good little housewife to keep her mouth shut and do as told?” He raises his eyebrows. “I don’t know what you see when you look in the mirror, but you are a goddamn wild dream come true, darlin’.”  

I get that feeling in my chest again, warm and thudding, because he’s looking at me like he loves me, not just talking to me like he does.  

“Wild is about right.” I chuckle breathlessly, shaking my head at him. He shuffles closer to me on the sand and picks my hand up from my lap.

“Too right it is. Wild and beautiful and everything a man could want.”

“Arthur…” I almost want him to stop, because I cannot stand blushing. “Since when do you talk like this? You been reading poems?”

“I guess I been spendin’ too much time with Trelawny.” He smiles at me and squeezes my hand. “But I don’t care if I sound like a fool, I ain’t got time to pretend any different. I’ve thought I was in love before but… weren’t nothin’ like this.”

I can see the truth of that on his face, and I can feel that urge to fight ebbing away. I can’t even remember why I’ve been fighting it.

“It’s okay if you don’t love me right now.” He says, quietly. “I just gotta know if you could.”

God, how can anybody not love this face? This man?

I swallow, and bring his hand up to my mouth, kiss his knuckles gently.

“I do love you, right now.” I say, and I can see him let out a little breath at the confession. “And I can see myself… With you… In a year, or twenty, or fifty. And that’s really, really scary for a girl that’s been on her own since she was a kid.”

“I know, sweetheart.” His hand reaches up and holds the side of my head, his thumb runs over my cheekbone and I’m so overwhelmed with emotion I feel I could cry. “But I ain’t goin’ anywhere, I’m here long as you’ll have me.”

I put my hand over his where it still rests on my face and let out a calmer breath. This feels right, it feels so right that I can’t believe it’s happening to me and I’m terrified it might get snatched away at any moment.

But he kisses me, and all that worry fades to a tiny voice that can shut up for now. Because I realise that it won’t be so bad, sharing my life with someone, so long as that someone is Arthur Morgan.  

Ink and Memories

Summary: Ash and Giran finally make the decision to get matching tattoos. One just for the hell of it, but also as a bit of a special moment given that their anniversary is just around the corner.

Warning(s): self-insert x canon, fluff

Disclaimer: Ash is my self-insert/oc shipped with a canon character. This also includes mentions of an oc of mine.

(( So I had this idea for a while and I had to write it! It’s just so sweet, and it’s the first fic with my OC Slade! I’ll have more info about him up soon! I actually really like how he’s become a lot more than just Ash’s tattoos guy lol if you want more info on him feel free to ask! ))

For months we had been talking about possibly doing this as a kind of special occasion, seeing as the big anniversary was coming up. Not to mention I’d been bringing up the idea for a while, but I really didn’t ever expect for him to agree to it. I was rather excited, knowing that having a part of him on my skin forever was actually… kind of comforting. I already had a couple of tattoos, but a majority of them were small and barely had any sentimental value.

A lot of them were just things that I thought looked cool, and I still don’t regret them. I got them at a time in my life where I wasn’t sure where I was heading. I didn’t really have much at that time, and now I have almost everything. Friends and a husband who I can’t imagine my life without. This was going to be a perfect one to show just how far I’ve grown, and remind me that I can get through it.

Sayeko and I have already gotten matching ones together, now it was just time for me and Giran. We had a general idea of what we were going to have, but neither of us really shared too much detail. It was actually his idea to keep it on the downlow, not wanting me to see the finished product until it was finished. Which just made me overall curious.

“Slade’s the fucking best,” I said as we approached place we’d be meeting with him, “You won’t find a better artist, ‘specially someone that does villains. At least, that’s my opinion. He is a good friend.”

“Never heard yah talk about him before.”

I chuckled, watching Giran take a few drags from his cigarette before we headed inside.

“He hasn’t tatted me in a while. We go way back… since before the league.”

He understood exactly what I was getting at by the lowering of my voice. Talking about it now was a lot easier, and I have him partially to thank for that. I don’t feel the need to keep it bottled up anymore. I’m the way I am because of my past, and even though it wasn’t easy, I met a lot of people along the way that I wouldn’t replace for anything.

Slade was actually one of the only people that I trusted back then. When I worked for the gang of vigilantes, everyone seemed to have their own plans; and I learned early on that I couldn’t trust anyone. He was the only one that actually seemed to give a damn, and was part of the reason I was able to get out. He’s the only person from that part of my life that I like and still keep around.

But then again… most of them aren’t around much anymore.

“You say that he’s good, and I trust yah,” He said, putting out his cigarette on the ground below.

“Good. You know I wouldn’t lie to you.”

I winked, and choked back a laugh whenever he gave me a little smirk.

Taking out my phone, I sent Slade a quick text to let him know we were here and found our meeting location. He has a shop that’s a little hidden behind a few different bigger stores in a certain part of town. Only his clients know exactly where to find it, and he changes locations every so often for a change of scenery. And because when working with villains it’s a lot easier to keep your location moving at all times.

Giran opened the door for me, ignoring the way I wiggled my eyebrows at him teasingly. “Aren’t you just a gentlemen,” I giggled, feeling a sudden rush of cold air from inside the building.

It felt nice to finally be back in Slade’s shop, really itching to get something new after so long. The last time I came with Sayeko, it was a really fun night together. I was really looking forward to sharing this experience with my husband, because I actually did enjoy sitting down for a tattoo or getting piercings. I love the self expression of it, and seeing him was a bonus.

“There she is. Late as always,” Slade’s voice rumbled.

“When am I ever on fucking time? You should expect that shit from me.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t have anyone else booked today. I woulda had your ass out on the street looking for a cheap ass job somewhere else.”

I rolled my eyes, laughing as he gave me a quick hug.

“She likes to take her sweet ass time that’s for sure.”

“I’ve learned better than to fucking expect Ash of all people to be here when I tell her to be. You must be the husband. Yah a lot older than I expected-”

“Slade-”

The man barked a laugh, reaching out to shake Giran’s hand.

“Nice to finally meet the man that finally roped the fucking bitch.”

“If I’m a fucking bitch, then you’re sure as hell a jackass.”

But the two of us laughed, having a close relationship that I knew he was just taking jabs. No one else would ever be allowed to talk to me like that, but this was how the two of us always were.

Slade readjusted the hat that sat backwards on his fiery red hair, a smirk constantly on his face. He seemed like a rather smiley guy which was different than what Giran had heard about him. Or at least different than how he expected. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, and he definitely looked the part with tattoos covering his arms and neck.

“She’s a handful, that’s for sure.”

“Ain’t that the goddamn truth. Oh, and I don’t have any steaks to keep you occupied while I do him, so I don’t wanna hear you bitching.”

“Whatever man. I’m not even hungry anyway.”

“Took care of that before we left,” Giran said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes, following Slade towards the back where his equipment was. He was going to start on me first since mine wasn’t going to be as much as Giran’s. Which I didn’t mind, being a little antsy to sit in the chair and get going anyway.

I already spoke with him previous about exactly what I wanted, and then a little bit of what Giran wanted as well. But I gave him Slade’s number for him to go on a little back and forth to let him sketch it out before we got in. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he wasn’t going to pull these out and make them look beautiful.

We were going to do a wolf and moon combo, and I was rather excited that Giran chose to do a wolf. It made me feel really soft, and I respectfully chose a moon for many different reasons. A lot of people would assume that it had something to do with something entirely different than what it actually was.

When Slade showed me the design he had, I was more than excited. It was going to look gorgeous on my forearm, and even though it wasn’t intricate… it still meant a great deal to me. He could tell by the way my eyes lit up when I saw it, and then when it was placed on my skin I was even more thrilled.

“So… I know why he chose the wolf,” Slade spoke up over the sound of his gun as he started, “But why the moon? You like howling at it or some shit.”

But he smirked knowing exactly what my response was going to be. I get rather heated whenever anyone tries to speak on things they don’t know about, which is mainly just anything wolf related. It’s part of the reason why I’m kind of annoying when the subject comes on. I just want to clear up any misconceptions.

“No, that’s bullshit. There is no howling at the moon. It’s just a fucking call, but you wouldn’t be the first one that’s said that shit to me.”

“Okay, then why the moon? I’m just fucking curious.”

Chewing on my bottom lip, I looked up to see Giran watching me from his seat not too far away. My lips curled into a little smile, and when I answered I was mainly looking at him the whole time. He was the reason that I was getting this after all, and I never really explained exactly why I was choosing this of all things. One would think it was because of something else when it was completely different to me.

“I didn’t choose it because of that… the moon is actually a big part of my power. It’s my strength,” I said and felt my cheeks burning a bit.

“Now who’s the cheesy one.”

I giggled, reaching my free hand over to squeeze his own.

But it was the truth. The moon gives me strength, both for my quirk and mentally. It was a symbol of how far I’ve come. In the past, I spent many nights underneath the moon and the stars, wondering exactly where my life was heading. I had no direction, and I had no one around but myself at the time.

When I looked up at the moon, I felt a weight being lifted from my shoulders. Because I knew that no matter what, the moon would be the one constant thing in my life. The one source that I had of strength and determination. Because especially with the full moon, which is what I was getting tattooed, it breathed life into my quirk. It made me the strong and powerful woman I am today, and it continues to be that constant source of strength and power.

That’s why I chose it, because Giran is my constant strength in so many different ways. Not exactly physically but mentally. He gives me the strength to wake up everyday and be myself. He makes me feel whole, and without him I don’t know where I would be today. So I want to be able to look at my arm and feel that strength of the moon… and my forever.

“That is really fucking cheesy,” Slade responded with a laugh.

“Hey! It’s the truth! You’re the one who asked.”

“I’m just fucking with you. It’s sweet.”

I readjusted myself in the chair, feeling the needles poking at my skin. I’ve done this so many times now that I could almost fall asleep while he does it. The feeling is almost… calming in a way. It’s very strange, but I can’t exactly explain it. Whenever we first met and he started doing my tattoos, I learned to love the pain.

I’d felt pain for so long, and this was almost my way of reclaiming it. In a way that was beauty on my skin to remind me that I am going to be alright. I am a collection of my past and my present, and I don’t have to be ashamed of that. I can wear it proudly and honor the person that I am. It took me a long time to finally be able to do that, and that’s where I know that I have matured.

I’m still the same badass werewolf bitch with a crazy temper, but a lot of the time I am just me. No more needing to hide behind the sarcasm and the sass, because I loved where I was in my life. And for that I was extremely grateful.

“You know, I’m happy for you,” Slade spoke up as he was almost finished, “You’ve changed a lot since we first met. That angry young girl is pretty much gone. Guess we got you to thank for that.”

He motioned over to Giran with a smirk, but he did mean every word he said.

“Can’t take all the credit. She did a lot of that herself. She’s a strong woman, I just was lucky to marry her.”

I giggled softly, trying to hide my blush behind my hair.

But it was too late. Slade saw it and he teased me relentlessly about it. Saying that he never thought he’d see the day that I, of all people, was blushing this much. The only time that he ever heard me giggle even close to this is whenever we were out drinking together. I also have never smiled this much since we’ve known each other.

But that’s just how happy I was. Giran made me feel so safe, and I was comfortable in the way that I felt with myself that I didn’t need to hide that.

“Alright, looks like you’re done. Take a look at it,” Slade said, wiping off the excess before he allowed me to look at it.

The work was gorgeous as always, and it was just a simple moon with a good amount of detail. There was a bit of clouds behind it that I added for a bit of flair, and it was honestly gorgeous. Exactly what I would expect from my good friend Slade. He’s also improved a lot since I’ve known him.

“It’s… it’s beautiful, Slade.”

I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes, and I tried to hide it but it was too late.

Seeing it just reminded me of how deeply in love I was. This was the best decision I could have made. Now I can look at my arm when I’m feeling down and remember how far I’ve come. Remember all the people that love me, and remember the one person that will always be there for me. The one man that I can always count on, and that I will love until the very end.

“Thank you… really… this is perfect.”

He patted my hand, and for a second we were just two old friends. The smile on his face was one I had only seen the night that I left that horrible gang. There was a lot of care that we had for one another, because he saw all that I went through. He’s the only person from my past that I keep in my life, and for good reason. He knew how much this all meant to me.

“Alright, the mushy shit is over,” He said which only made me chuckle, “It’s your turn. Come tell me how this looks.”

Giran took over from my spot in the seat, and I took his spot off to the side. This was the first time I was going to see a little bit of what he had wanted. This was the surprise he had expected, and I was definitely surprised.

“First time, I’m assuming?” Slade asked with lifted brows.

“Yeah. Never really wanted one until this one talked me into it.”

He laughed, “Not surprised. Ash has a way of getting what she wants.”

I narrowed my eyes, leaning over to softly punch his arm teasingly.

Slade was always a bit of a jokester, even if on the outside he didn’t necessarily look like it. Some people say that we tend to bicker back and forth almost like brother and sister. But I don’t know if I see it that way.

“You can hold my hand if you need to,” I said with a smile, leaning over to catch a glimpse of the outline.

Giran ended up getting a wolf different than what I expected. It was a wolf sleeping on a small bed of grass, and it was looking really peaceful. I honestly expected him to go for a howling wolf or maybe even one barring its teeth. This honestly surprised me, and Slade seemed all too curious to know the reason.

He tends to not be so talkative whenever he’s working, but he reads the situation of each client to tell if they need him to distract them or not. But he is also a curious person.

“Alright, so what’s the story with the wolf? You got a good one like her?”

“Yeah… why’d you get one like that and not a scary looking one? I mean… it’s me after all.”

I laughed, leaning on the arm of my chair.

It was quite adorable watching him trying to hide the fact that it was uncomfortable. It was definitely a sensation you had to get used to, and the first time around is different for everyone. The placement made it a bit uncomfortable too, but I’ve had one in a worse spot.

“She might be a snarling, terrifying beast to someone else. But not to me. I admire her strength, but it’s not why I love her.”

I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat and noticing how he wasn’t exactly looking me in the eye.

“Stop, baby, you’re going to make me cry again.”

He chuckled, and Slade had smirked almost as if he was going to say something. But he decided to keep it to himself, no doubt not wanting to ruin the moment.

But it was sweet that he didn’t think of me as this terrifying wolf that everyone else did. That he saw me for much more than that, and that’s why he means so much to me. He sees me for what I am past the power and the strength. He’s the only one that’s ever seen me truly vulnerable, and I trust him with everything I am.

Whenever Slade had finally finished his, I was blown away by how gorgeous it looked. I knew that he was talented, but there was just something about today that made me extra thankful and emotional. It was just so special to be doing this with my husband, and with our anniversary so close I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“It looks wonderful, baby,” I said, my fingers laced with his own, “You really did pick something wonderful.”

“He’s the one who did all the work.”

“And I’m happy to do it. Glad you like it, Ash. You deserve to be happy.”

I smiled, reaching over to give Slade probably the biggest hug I’ve ever gave him.

There was no amount of words that I could say to thank him for everything. Not just the tattoos but just being by my side for all these years. We might not talk all the time, but whenever we reconnect it’s always like old times. When I look at him I don’t see my past as much as I just see a really good friend from a bad time in my life.

“Do you wanna go get some dinner with us?” I asked as we were getting ready to head out.

Slade shook his head, shaking Giran’s hand one last time.

“I got some shit to finish up. Plus, you two probably don’t want me ruining the mood. See you soon, yeah?”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around Giran’s and waving a quick goodbye.

The two of us decided just to order takeout when we got home, not wanting to really be out much longer. It was already late anyway, and I had bought everything I needed to take care of our tattoos beforehand. I couldn’t wait for it to finally heal and be able to show it off, but either way I was so excited to finally have it done.

Once we were finally home and sitting on the couch, I threw my legs into Giran’s lap and beamed a smile. “Thank you… for doing this with me,” I said, making sure to be very careful with my arm.

“‘Course, Princess. I’m glad we did.”

“You are?”

He nodded, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

The smile on his face was one that I hardly ever get to see. It was really only a smile that was saved for an occasion such as this. It was soft and it was gentle, and it almost brought tears to my eyes. Because I saw all the love he had for me in one smile. I don’t think he’ll ever realize just how much that means to me.

“I love you,” I said, “And I meant everything I said. You really are my strength.”

He didn’t answer, but there were no words that he could say. Instead, he grasped the back of my neck, and pulled me closer to him. My forehead pressed against his, just before he placed a small kiss on it.

My cheeks flared, and I felt a soft smile curl onto my lips.

He wasn’t just my strength. He was my home, my happy place, my safe place. There was no amount of words I could use to express all the things he meant to me. My heart just felt so full knowing that he was mine and mine alone.

There will always be a piece of my heart that he has. And now, he has a permanent spot on my skin. I couldn’t feel prouder knowing that I will forever have a piece of him.

My one bright spot in a once dark place.

54 - An Original: taking Van to a student festival/rave

So, I saw Catfish A WEEK AGO (where does time go??) and ohhh my god. It was amazing. I made some wonderful friends in line since I went alone and Van even spoke to me from stage between songs. DEAD. They were all so fucking happy and beautiful and cute. And the new songs go offfff live, I loved it. Van did that thing in Business where he’d scream and yell then start singing parts of Sidetrack as if he’s in a trance. And I’m like babe did you forget the song is actually part of the setlist now? But it was so cute, he was just so happy and into it. Also heard him do the Ouch kabibble thing and I couldn’t believe. I want to go back to that moment and live in it forever, best concert!! 

Have any of you guys seen them recently? I’d love to hear about your experiences!!!

Anyway - weirdly enough I had a dream the other night....with Van in it. And I remember it as if it were real. So, I HAD to write a fic about it. It’s short but sweet. And apologies for the break in requests, but this was an emergency. I promise I am working on all the requests you guys have sent in, thank you soo much! Enjoy!!!

(P.s obviously I have embellished the dream to make it into a fic lol and yes I know it’s not all that realistic and logical).

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You checked your phone for the time, almost obsessively. Van was due to arrive any moment and you were becoming antsy waiting alone outside the venue, watching crowds of people file inside. Every time a taxi pulled up your heart fluttered hoping it was Van. Soon, it was 10 minutes past the time you were meant to meet, then 15. You leant against the cold wall, awkwardly staring around you trying to spot your fluffy haired boy in the sea of faces. You’d not seen him for months and you were sweating with anticipation.

“Babe!”

Finally.

Van ducked between people and made his way to you. When you saw him, your heart swelled to double its normal size. Having him home was the best thing in the whole world. Van scooped you up in his arms and held you tight, holding a hand to the back of your head. With your eyes shut, you breathed him in.

When you drew away after your long embrace, you looked at his face. It was exactly the same as the last time you’d seen it, but you didn’t care, you took him all in. His freckles, his pale skin, his messy eyebrows and those beautiful, beautiful blue eyes.

“You’re late,” you said finally, a small smile in your voice.

“Sorry,” Van said quietly as he tugged the hem of your shirt so your bodies were pulled closer.

He may have said sorry, but his eyes didn’t look sorry at all. Van leant in and kissed you hard. You tangled your fingers in the soft hair that curled at the back of his neck and his hands found their way to the waistband of your skirt. With a heavy breath, you pulled away.

Van made a whining noise.

“I know. Later,” you chuckled.

You led Van by the hand into the venue. It was massive, like an outdoor arena. It was the end of the university year and to celebrate there was a massive festival, or rave, you weren’t sure. But you were absolutely buzzing about it. You followed the crowd to the box office to pick up your tickets. The line was long, but you just stood with your head rested on Van’s shoulder and his hand clasped firmly in yours. Van briefly caught you up on the tour while you waited, recounting the places he visited and stories of their antics. In hindsight you should have just paid the extra money to get the tickets sent to you in the post.

When it was your turn, you showed the woman in the box your confirmation email and license.

“Student ID please,” she said bluntly.

You showed your ID card and she nodded, handing you the tickets.

“You too,” she said, looking at Van. You felt him tense beside you.

“He just graduated. Doesn’t have a valid ID anymore,” you responded quickly.

You heart began to race in panic. Van didn’t have a student ID because he wasn’t a university student and never had been. So technically he wasn’t allowed into the event. You definitely should have had the tickets posted.

The woman looked at you sceptically then held one finger up before leaning back to talk to a colleague. You squeezed Van’s hand nervously.

“Nope. No ID, no entry,” she said finally, her face straight. She wasn’t going to budge.

You moved away from the box office and found a quiet spot off to the side.

“Fuuuck,” you sighed, slumping your shoulders. Van looked at you with his lips pursed.

You felt torn; you didn’t want to go to the event without Van, you’d been looking forward to it for weeks. But you also didn’t want to miss out on it and your friends who were already inside waiting for you. You leant against the wall in defeat, a pout on your face. Van reached an arm out and pulled you into him. He kissed you on the forehead, holding his lips to your skin for a little while.

“It’s okay, just go in. Have fun,” he reassured you.

God, you loved him.

“No. Fuck this, come on,” you replied crossly.

Van smiled at your rage, his eyes brimming with love.

You dragged him along behind you and stood in line at the ticket barriers. You had the tickets. The box office woman mustn’t have realised she’d handed over both. So, you had the tickets, just not the permission for Van to use his. That, or it wasn’t valid to get him inside. Either way, you were going to get him in. Van didn’t get to go to university or do student things, so he’d been really looking forward to it despite the fact that it wasn’t really his scene. You weren’t going to leave him behind or let him miss out.

Huge crowds of people were flowing through the barriers, so surely Van could slip through. You’d paid after all.

When it was your turn, you scanned the ticket on the electronic barrier and buzzed through without an issue. You waited and watched nervously as Van did his. He kept tapping the ticket on the scanner, his face scrunching up in confusion. People yelled and made noises at him from behind, annoyed he was holding them up. The idiot couldn’t work out how to scan it properly.

“Hold it down and let the light scan it! Don’t tap!” you yelled at him. He just looked up at you with eyebrows raised. You smiled and shook your head. He may have been an idiot, but he was a cute idiot and he was yours.

Finally, Van got the ticket to scan. It buzzed him through and security didn’t bat an eyelash. Triumph. Van all but jumped over the barrier in excitement, howling in a high-pitched tone as he bounced over to you and lifted you off your feet. You laughed as he spun you round, gripping his shoulders tightly. When he placed you down, you felt people staring at your PDA, but you didn’t care. You were giddy in love and they were probably just jealous.

“Definitely on something that one,” you heard a lady say to the man beside her as you walked by, her eyes on Van. She seemed to be venue staff.

Ordinarily you’d be pissed off at comments made about Van, but you were so overwhelmed with love that it only worked to make you smile.

“Not on anything, just beyond ecstatic!” you called out to her, a grin on your face.

You wrapped your arm around Van’s waist and planted a kiss on his cheek as your bodies collided together with the force.

Following the crowd through to the main stage, you kept your arm around Van’s body, and he had his around your shoulders. You bunched his fuzzy black jumper up in your hand. It was a relief to have him back in your grip and his body close to yours once again.

“You know this probably wasn’t smart,” you said to Van, pinching the front of his jumper with your spare hand.

“Y/n. I came straight from the airport for this, don’t you be fussin’ about my outfit,” he replied, his voice full of amusement and faux annoyance. You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“Well I’m not holding it when you get hot.”

First stop was the bar. You each grabbed two beers so you wouldn’t have to come back too soon and line up yet again. Once drinks were acquired, the two of you plunged into the crowd at main stage in search of your friends. An act was already playing, electronic music with a deep bass pulsed all around you. You felt excited, like your whole body was buzzing and radiating happiness. Sweaty bodies danced around you and you weaved your way through them to your friends.

By the time you managed to find everyone, Van had finished both beers and you were almost through your first.

“Y/n!!” Alix screamed when she saw you.

She pounced on you, causing a beer to spill down your arm. It didn’t matter though. Alix was dressed in all white like most of the people there, and already had UV paint spattered across her chest and dotted around her face, ready for the lights to come on when the sun went down. Alix bundled Van into a hug like she had done with you and then pulled you over to where the others were stood.

You hugged everyone hello and introduced Van to those he hadn’t already met, though it was a bit difficult in the loud environment and confined space of the crowd. Van couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. He was tipsy and touchy feely with you, taking any opportunity to touch you and pull you close. He would put a hand on your waist under your t-shirt, so he could feel your skin, or move hair out of your eyes any chance he got. It was small things like that which you both missed so much when he was away. Van was his usual outgoing self though amplified by the alcohol on what you presumed was an empty stomach. This only made you buzz more.

As you all began to party and dance, you finished your drinks and reached out to kiss Van. You smiled into his lips and he held your face with both hands while you slowly made out.

“I love you two,” Mike said dreamily as he snapped a photo on his disposable camera.

You turned and smiled at him, your arms still hung around Van’s neck.

“You better get me a print of that!”

“You bet,” he grinned and danced away to take more photos elsewhere.

You stood with your back to Van and he wrapped himself around you. You swayed to the music and took it all in. People bounced and screamed, others held their friends up on their shoulders, some were busy taking photos, some drinking and dancing. You imagined what it would be like to watch it all unfold from the stage. You understood why Van loved playing to huge crowds so much. It was beautiful.

The sun began to sink and the sky turned a deep shade of blue. The flood lights and colourful lasers lit up the crowd and the music became louder. You let go of Van and danced with Alix for a while, spinning each other around and popping your hips to the beat. She had managed to sneak in a flask of vodka which she happily shared around, much to your delight. As you all grew increasingly more drunk, the music just seemed to get better and better. It was becoming like one huge rave.

When you found your way back to Van, he was sat up on Mike’s shoulders. He’d taken off his jumper and was swinging it above his head like a lasso. He was cheering and yelling loudly with a huge grin smacked across his face. You laughed and fell even more in love.

“Hey! You need some paint!” A small girl covered head to toe in glowing UV colours said, popping up out of nowhere. She offered you a tube of paint and you squeezed some onto your hand.

“Thanks! You look amazing.”

She beamed at you. Van clambered down from Mike’s shoulders and took the tube off her, squeezing it into his hand and rubbing them together so they were evenly covered in paint.

“Babe!” he shouted, and you whipped around to face him.

Before you could react, Van reached out and quickly grabbed your boobs, leaving two fluorescent pink hand prints behind. The girl who had given you the paint looked slightly horrified. Van recoiled sheepishly despite his mischievous grin; equally amused with himself and afraid of your reaction. He wiped the remainder of the paint across his bare stomach.

After a moment, you burst out laughing and then dove towards him, grabbing his face and smearing it with paint. Both of you erupted into giggles and a sort of wrestling match broke out between you. When you were left breathless and painted covered, you escaped out of the crowd and over to the food stands on the side. You had a sweaty, shirtless and colourful Van by your side and his jumper tied around your waist.

Van sat down on an empty patch of concrete and patted the space beside him. You crouched down and took some hot chips from the box in his hands. Although it was shitty, overpriced festival food, god it was good. You ate in silence, wolfing down the chips quickly into your drunken, hungry stomachs.

When you were done, you tried to get back to your group before the main event started.

“You know the headline act is Annie Mac doing a DJ set? You literally know her. You could’ve gotten in easy…why didn’t we think of that?” you said to Van as you pushed through hordes of moving bodies.

Van’s faced dropped and he looked dumbstruck for a moment. Then he shrugged and hung an arm around your shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter, I got in. I’m here, you’re here,” he said, pulling you in for a kiss. “And that’s all I care about.”

“I am so fucking happy you’re home,” you sighed, your heart feeling fuzzy and warm. You rested your head on his chest and shut your eyes in relief.

“Me too, love.”

You gave up on finding the others, you’d meet them once it was all over. You and Van squeezed in between a random group of people and boogied with them instead. A remix of One Direction’s ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ began playing and everyone cheered. You glanced at Van with a smirk. He was nodding his head to the beat unaware.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing……’I promised Ma a jacuzzi see’,” you teased, referring to the tweet he’d sent to one of the boys in One Direction a while back. You found that whole ‘feud’ hilarious.

Van gave you a look and knocked his shoulder into yours. “Shut up….now come here.”

He bent down and hoisted you up onto his shoulders. You screamed and clung to him, worried you’d fall. Though quickly you got your balance and felt literally on top of the world as you looked at the massive crowd around you all moving to the rhythm of the music. The lights were bright and colourful, so were the people with their glowing t-shirts or painted faces and bodies. It was a jungle out there and you loved it.

Most importantly, you loved the boy who was holding you tightly, making sure you wouldn’t fall.

Searching for a Dinosaur at the Museum

Request: Hiya! Can I please request an imagine where Steve Rogers falls in love with a nerdy, sweet, innocent, short (I’m 4ft 10 1/2in btw LOL) Kindergarten teacher (I’m also a kindergarten teacher😂). They meet when she takes the kids on a field trip to the museum (the one that has all of the Captain America and Bucky stuff), they talk a lot and he asks her on a date + he introduces her to the Avengers as his girlfriend + Steve being soft for the reader + sweet kisses, cuddles, and hugs.💜

Plot: You and Steve meet in the Smithsonian as you take your class on a tour to learn about heroes and you two develop a relationship.

Blog Tag: @kpopgirlbtssvt

A/N: Hm, yeah, this got longer than I had anticipated. I also altered the prompt slightly. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Warnings: None, maybe mildly unedited.

Word Count Total: 2030

Long Imagine #25

Title: Searching for a Dinosaur at the Museum

Field trip days were some of your least favorite days of the year. Anymore, it was hard to get chaperones, with everyone off at work or just plain unavailable.

Sure, you didn’t have to schedule them, but some of your units benefited from the educational experience they provided. It was all for the kids, after all.

You looked up at the display on the wall, not paying a lot of attention to it since you had come through two days ago for educational purposes, instead thinking of the enormous NCIS news you had learned last night while watching the show. You were pretty excited about what had transpired to the point that you accidentally bumped into someone behind you when you backed up a step.

“Oh, dear, I am so sorry!” You spun around and found yourself looking up into the blue eyes of a tall, broad-shouldered man. He was wearing a ball cap pulled low over his forehead.

He smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s okay, I wasn’t looking where I was going, anyway.”

You at him, eyes squinting a little in thought, then they widened when you realized who it was. “H-hi.” You stuck out your hand.

“Hello….” He shook your hand.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.” You grinned. All too soon, the smile faded and you remembered your job. “Oh, shoot, I can’t stay long. I have something to take care of. I’m sorry.”

You took off seven feet to your small group of students admiring the Bucky Barnes exhibit. They were pointing at the pictures.

“Miss Y/L/N! What does this say?” one of your students yelled.

“Joey, please remember our indoor voices.” You looked up at what he was pointing at. “This word is endured.’ It means it was something he lived through.”

“And this?” He pointed at another word, but his voice was quieter.

“Liberated means freed.”

Monica raised her hand. “Why does that number say 1916 and his birthday say 1917?”

You frowned at the inconsistent data. “That is a good question. Someone may have made a mistake.” You knelt in front of her. “You made a good catch today. When you find something like that in a museum, it’s always good to question that. We can go speak to someone that works here and find out before we leave.”

“You mean you don’t know?” Alexei asked and crossed his arms over his chest.

“That’s right. I’m not afraid to admit that sometimes even I have to ask questions. Adults are still learning, too. A good student learns from life along with their teachers. Can you do that?”

Alexei pursed his lips, then nodded.

“Good. Thank you.”

A clearing throat came from behind you. “If I may answer your question?”

It was the man. Steve.

“Steve, these are a few of my kindergartners. We’re learning about real-life heroes.”

“Bucky would be flattered.”

“You’re included in that, Captain.”

You glanced at the kids, their eyes wide and you knew you had split seconds before one of them made a noise. “Remember, inside voices.”

“It’s Captain America!” Joey squealed, bending at the knees and squeezing his eyes shut along with his fists.

“And he can only talk to you if you stay quiet!” you raised your voice by two decibels. The kids stopped chattering, but stayed antsy. “Now, what is James Barnes doing with two birth dates?”

Steve’s smile didn’t falter as he glanced at you, then the kids. He knelt in front of them.

“Bucky pretended that he was a kid that followed the rules, but he lied on his form when he was drafted. It was easier to lie about a birth date when no one was paying enough attention.”

“It says he enlisted, too.”

Steve shook his head. “He was drafted.”

You thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow at Steve. He stood and his eyes looked confused. “We will have to talk more later about this. I want my students to do reports on heroes and I am sure at least some of them would love to talk about Captain America and his best friend.”

Steve’s mouth upturned in one corner. “I’d be happy to help your students.”

You didn’t miss the faces your students traded between each other. “Alright, kiddos, feel free to keep exploring this exhibit.”

“Are you getting his number?” Alexei asked.

“We have to get that information for your projects, don’t we?”

The kids dashed off to the costumes exhibit, which was five feet away.

You smiled again. “Thank you. I see we have a lot to learn from you, should you be willing to talk about it.”

He dug around in his pocket and you eyed the children in your care. It was much easier on a quieter museum day like today to watch the kids.

“I don’t want to keep you from the kids, so could I get your number?” Steve asked.

“Sure.” You typed in your number and hit save. “I will see you later.”

He waved back when you waved over your shoulder at him.

It took an hour before the children were back on the bus back to school and another half hour after that before all of the kids were being picked up by their parents.

Alexei was the last to be picked up and he turned to you, a frown on his face. “Did we really see Captain America today?”

You nodded. “You sure did.”

“Will we see him again like we did today?”

You looked up, thinking. He looked up, too. When you responded, you told him you would ask Steve Rogers if he would be willing to visit the class and a grin grew on Alexei’s face. His mother showed up and Alexei ran to her. They both waved at you, which you returned.

When you returned to your classroom, you pulled out your phone. Two text messages were waiting for you.

- Hey, it’s Steve, I hope I’m not disrupting your class, but here’s my number.

- Steve again, when you get this, would you like to meet me at Torri’s by the museum? I’ll pay for milkshakes.

You smiled and texted him back, asking if he meant today.

- I’m sorry, Sam decided to ask for me. I was going to wait a couple of days. But if you would like to, yes.

You practically beamed and agreed to meet him there in a little less than an hour if he was willing. Most of that extra time was used to do end-of-class checks. Quick as you could once your tasks were completed, you gathered your grading folder, purse, and lunchbag. The door got locked behind you and you walked to your car.

Steve met you at the little mom and pop shop just as you got to the door. He opened it for you with a smile and you followed him to the counter, offering to pay out of courtesy, and then to a booth with your shakes.

“So, you’re okay with this?” you asked, stirring it with your spoon. It had been established in line that this wasn’t supposed to be a date, but more of helping the kids. While both of you agreed to it, you still felt a little empty about it.

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Yes. But I meant you’re okay talking about this?”

He nodded and readjusted his milkshake by spinning it around on the table with the tips of his fingers. “Yeah. first I want to ask what that face you made in the museum was all about.”

“I was just thinking of my grandfather.”

He leaned forward.

“The army had a history of screwing up not only the health help he got, but his records.”

“What did they mess up?”

“Oh, you know, information about his wife, his service records….”

“Service records?”

“Yep. They got those wrong. I worry Bucky may have gotten the same treatment.”

Steve thought for a moment. “It could have happened. Maybe he didn’t lie.”

You shrugged, then sipped your milkshake.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening going over some questions for the kids - it was all basic details, like getting Bucky’s exhibit correct. By the end, he had also agreed to come in and talk to the class.

The class talk ended up being a success and most kids wanted to do their report on Steve or Bucky, to the point you had to randomly assign heroes to kids to be fair.

Steve kept in touch with you and you both grew increasingly closer over the next two months until Steve asked the question.

“Would you like to meet my friends? They keep asking about you.”

“Oh, do they now?” you asked slyly. He wrapped his hands around yours.

“Yes. Would you be up for it?”

You nodded. “I would be honored.”

He took your hand. You bit your lower lip in a smile.

As it turned out, you met them after you held a Valentine’s party for your students. The drive was nice and you both had a lot to talk about. When you entered the building, you were startled by the welcoming party. All of the team had come to meet you two inside.

“There’s your girlfriend!” Tony Stark yelled. A smile grew on your face as Steve blushed.

“Is this old man bothering you?” Tony continued, causing you to giggle and shake your head. Everyone greeted you and introduced themselves before you moved into a common room. Drinks were brought in on robots and you could tell it was Tony’s invention, these server bots. You made eye contact with Steve and he rolled his eyes to you.

“Y/N, were you searching for a dinosaur in the museum?” Natasha asked and tipping her head in your direction. Steve opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off.

“Not originally. It seems he found me.”

The team laughed.

“Steve, if you lose her, I’ll take her.” Natasha held her glass up in cheers.

“Would you guys stop, I haven’t asked her out yet!” Steve blurted out.

That caused everyone to fall silent and you turned to him. “Excuse me, yet?”

Steve looked down at his glass and swirled the water. “Yet.”

You waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. “Is there a place to talk alone for a moment?”

Steve gestured for you to follow him and as you left, you heard chatter behind you. You both turned a few corners and were finally far enough away from the team that hopefully your conversation would give you privacy.

Steve chewed on his lower lip before speaking. “I’m sorry about them.”

“Don’t be. I was already under the impression we were dating. They weren’t the only ones who had the wrong impression.”

His mouth dropped open in shock. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I’m not used to the way dating is today. I thought you went out on a few dates before you made it official.”

“Before? Yet? Steve, when were you planning to ask?”

He shrugged. “I almost chose yesterday, but I didn’t want to make it seem like I chose yesterday because it’s Valentine’s Day week.”

“I wouldn’t have minded if you had asked because of Valentine’s Day.”

He stood up a little straighter and it made him so much taller again. “Really?”

“Really. Steve, would you like to go steady?”

“Aren’t I supposed to ask you that?” He smiled bashfully.

“Well, you haven’t done it, yet. So I’m asking.”

“Yes. I want to go steady with you.”

A male voice (Tony’s, you would later realize) yelled from around the corner, “It’s about time!”

Steve’s face crinkled with frustration and you took his hand to calm him. Slowly, he turned back to you. He took your face in his hand, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb. You closed your eyes and smiled.

Gently, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and your mouth opened slightly, wanting more than just a forehead kiss.

He must have noticed because the next thing you knew, he was kissing your mouth just as tenderly. The hesitation from him didn’t worry you and you kissed him back.

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Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 9

A/N: My darling little pumpkins!! How I love you so!! Thank you so much for coming in this journey with me!! I’ve made some amazing friends along the way and I appreciate each and everyone of my followers!! You guys have no idea how emotional I get when I read your comments!! Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much!! And now for chapter 9! You know the drill, lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list and if there are any mistakes!! Enjoy! Smooches!! Baron Corbin x OFC Word Count: 2000+ Warnings: language and moderate sexy times. (I suck at writing smut, so I don’t attempt it lol) Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you..... +++ “Baron, I need some space.” Addie giggled, trying to gently push him away. This earned her a low growl and a soft nudge against her head. “Too bad, little rabbit, I wanna be close to you.” He rumbled. “Ok, love birds. As cute as you two are, I have a match tonight and I need to look flawless!” Alexa said giving them a mock scowl. “Watch it, pixie.” Baron growled, playfully snapping his teeth in Alexa’s direction. Addie softly bopped him on the nose with her pointer finger. “Be nice,” Addie stood on her tiptoes and pecked Baron on the lips, “I’ll see you later.” “Fine...” he mumbled against her lips, “I love you. See you tonight.” “Love you too.” Squealing when he smacked her ass as he walked away. “THAT’S RIGHT!” Alexa beamed, “Tonight’s your first change!! Ooooh, are you nervous?” “Um, a little. From what the others have told me, the first time is pretty painful.” Addie chewed her lip as she put the finishing touches on Alexa. “Michael offered to use his magic to try and dull the pain but I want to feel it all, y’know? Get an understanding of what Baron went through.” “Well, you’re a hell of a lot braver than I am. I’d spring for that magic offer faster than a jack rabbit on a date.” “Thanks for the visual.” Addie said as she grimaced. Alexa placed a loving hand on Addie’s. “You’ll be fine babe. Baron won’t let anything happen to you, he’ll be there every step of the way.” With that, she kissed  Addie’s cheek leaving a huge lipstick kiss mark. —- Baron stood in front of Addie, his nose buried in her hair. He held her small hands in his calloused ones as the night air kissed their skin. The wind blew through the trees as the leaves rustled. He could hear her heart beating faster than normal. It was natural for his little rabbit to be nervous. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ve got you.” He whispered as he pulled her into his arms. He loved how perfect her body fit with his. Leaning down, he kissed Addie, trying his best to calm her nerves. She happily welcomed the distraction. “Ok,” he whispered when they pulled apart, “first thing’s first, take off your clothes.” “What?” Addie squeaked out. “Don’t worry, I’ll put them in my backpack. They won’t get dirty.” He said as he nodded his head to the bag that hung from one of the handlebars of his motorcycle. It was a sweet gesture but her clothes getting dirty wasn’t what she was worried about. Although they had been together since that horrible night, they hadn’t been intimate yet. Addie still felt self conscious  about her body even tho Baron reassured her that he loved her body. Sensing her unease about shedding her clothes in front of him, Baron kissed her forehead. “Baby,” Baron murmured, “we’ve been over this, I think you’re sexy as hell. You don’t need to hide your body from me.” “No, I know... it’s not that, well not totally that. I got sick in my teens and I’ve only really been with one guy. We had math together. It was just one time and it wasn’t great.” She rolled her eyes when Baron growled at the mention of another guy touching what was his. “Oh stop that. What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m not super experienced and not used to people seeing me naked.” “Oh babe,” his voice low and husky, “I don’t give a shit about how experienced you are. When the time comes I’ll take care of you...” he buried his face in the crook of her neck, “I’ll make you feel things you’ve only dreamed of.” He gently bit her sensitive skin, “I’ll worship this gorgeous body so good, you’ll be a whimpering mess begging me to never stop.” He pulled back and kissed her lips then her forehead. By now Addie felt like she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to let go and lose control around Baron. But there was something that had to be done first. Taking a deep breath, Addie backed up, reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly undressed under the light of the full moon. Once she was completely bare before her alpha, she looked at him for further instruction. Baron was currently in a daze as he stared at his mate’s voluptuous, perfect body. His wolf was practically biting at the chops to take her right then and there. Shaking his head, he quickly removed his shirt knowing that the skin to skin contact will help her through her change. He walked towards Addie, pulled the hair tie from her braid and brushed his fingers through her hair. “This’ll be easier if we’re sitting, ok?” He watched as she nervously nodded her head as she sat on the ground. Sitting behind her, Baron wrapped his arms around her soft tummy and pulled her between his bent legs, against his chest. He kissed her shoulder where his mark was, pride running through his body when he felt her shiver under his touch. “Relax baby, breath with me.” Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back on his shoulder as she placed her arms on his. “You’re going to feel a dull heat throughout your body and it’s going to intensify. Do you feel it?” “Y-Yeah, it’s not that ba- OH! I lied!” Her nails dug into Baron’s skin. “It feels like I’m on fire, it hurts Baron!” She winced and whimpered in as it got worse. Baron tightened his hold on her while kissing her mark again, trying to ease her pain. He knew that what was about to come would be the most excruciating pain she’d ever feel in her life. “I know, baby, I know. I need you to listen, next you’re body is going to morph into an entirely different being.” He murmured against her ear, “Your bones will break and reform into your wolf. It’s going to hurt but I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” “I’m scared, I don’t know if I can-!” She was cut off by her own scream as her back arched as they both heard that pop of her first broken bone. Just as she was about to scream in agony, Baron sunk his now sharp teeth into her shoulder. Addie moaned in pleasure and pain as her body leaned into Baron’s. He did all he could to distract her from the anguish that was tearing through her entire body. Unable to hold onto Addie anymore, Baron jumped back as her body changed into a breathtaking red wolf. Finally able to catch her breath, Addie looked at Baron with big eyes. She tried to stand, but wasn’t yet used to this new form. Her head felt like it was going to explode as all of her senses felt like they had just been cranked to eleven. “Easy babe, take your time.” Baron whispered as he slowly approached his luna. “It’s going to take some getting used to.” He helped Addie to her feet, running his hands over her fur once she was able to stand on her own. He stroked her fur, marveling at how soft it was. Unable to stop himself, he leaned into her side lying his head on her side as his hands continued to pet her soft coat. Closing his eyes, he listened to her heartbeat, never taking it for granted as he thought about the night he had almost lost Addie. It had been almost a full month since then and he made sure to tell her everyday how much he loved her. Feeling antsy, Addie gently shook him off. Her paws started to fidget, like they needed to dig into the earth while she raced through the trees. ‘Patience, my dear.’ A voice said in her mind, causing Addie to yip in surprise. ‘What?! Who are you?!’ Addie asked, trying not to freak out. ‘I’m your wolf.’ Addie recalled Baron trying to explain this to her, though she didn’t feel prepared at all for the real thing. ‘Relax and trust our alpha, he’ll take care of us.’ Baron stood in front of Addie, running his fingers through the fur around her neck. “You are so beautiful.” He whispered as he leaned her head down so he could place his forehead on hers. Stepping back, Baron took off the rest of his clothes and took on his wolf form as well. Addie watched as Baron crouched, his body morphing into a dark grey wolf that easily stood a foot and a half taller than Addie’s. Walking towards her, Baron ran his muzzle along hers, scenting her. Once he was satisfied with his work, he kicked her neck then playfully nipped at her. Wanting to be closer to him, Addie nuzzled under Baron’s neck. Nudging her head with his nose, Baron tilted his head towards the open woods. He started to run from her, barking for her to follow. Addie didn’t need to be told twice as she took off after him. When they had their fill of running under the night sky, Addie and Baron laid on the ground near his bike. Sensing that the sun would be up in a few hours, Baron stood and changed back to human. “Turning back into human is a lot easier. Close your eyes and picture your human form.” He instructed when she too stood and tilted her head to the side. Closing her eyes, Addie did as she was told. Although it took some time, she was finally back to her old self. She opened her eyes and looked at Baron. He looked so majestic under the light of the full moon. Closing the gap between them, Addie used Baron’s shoulders to pull him down into a heated kiss. Growling, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his body. Her plush body felt like heaven against his hard body. Pulling away, Baron quickly ripped open his backpack and pulled out a large blanket and laid it on the ground. Sitting on the blanket, Baron reached out a hand towards his beautiful Addie. Once she was in his arms, he laid her on her back as he hovered over her as he nestled between her luscious thighs. She cupped his face pulling him down for another kiss. Moving from her lips, down her jaw, finally reaching her shoulder, he left open mouthed kisses on her skin. He bit her skin as she dug her nails up his back, causing him to growl against her neck. Her thighs tightened around Baron as she ground her hips into his. “Little rabbit, if you keep that up I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to control myself.” He growled against her ear. “Maybe I want to lose control with you.” She purred, pulling back to look into his now glowing eyes. “I need to hear you say it Adelina.” He said, a cocky smirk on his lips as he watched her shiver at the sound of her name on his tongue. Growling, she pulled him by the back of his neck, crashing her lips against his as she bit his bottom lip. “Take me, alpha.” She said as she stared into his eyes. Letting out a roar, he held her tightly by her hair as he marked the delicate skin of her neck with his teeth. She dragged her nails along his spine as she arched into him. Under the stars, Baron kept true to his word, reveling in every gasp, whimper and moan he drew from her as he showed her body the love she deserved. At the height of their love making, Baron stared into Addie’s eyes. “Tell me you love me.” Baron growled out. “M-More than anything.” She panted out as she bared her neck to him, a little tip Ruby gave her. Throwing his head back, Baron howled at the full moon then sunk his teeth into her neck as Addie cried out his name. Collapsing on her soft body, Baron held Addie close as they basked in each other’s afterglow. A single tear fell from Baron’s eye as he stared at the beautiful gift the moon goddess bestowed upon him. Stroking her hair as she let out a small yawn, Baron pulled a few things from his bag and gently cleaned their bodies. He pulled her to her feet and helped her get dressed then throwing his own clothes on. Packing everything back up, Addie took the bag from his hands and put it on her back. With ease, Baron lifted Addie and placed her on his bike then mounting it himself. Wrapping her arms around his torso, kissing his back between his shoulder blades. “I love you.” She whispered as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Baron turned his head and kissed her cheek. Staring into her eyes, Baron leaned back and exposed his neck to his luna, a sign of full submission and respect. Addie softly bit his neck, shivering as he moaned under her teeth. When she pulled her teeth back, she kissed the small mark she left on his skin. “It’s official now.” Baron whispered. “You’re my luna, my equal, my moon. Mine as I am yours.” “Yours as you are mine.” Addie whispered. “Forever.” He said as he kickstarted his bike and made their way back to the hotel. “Forever.” She whispered back as the wind cooled her heated skin. The Moon Goddess smiled down as she watched her wolves start their new like together.

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One and Only pt.2

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 3.9k

warnings: super minor mentions of death, post-breakup brooding & again, cute lil peter

pt.1

Your hospital visit was nothing out of the ordinary, the E.R. staff knew you by name at this point. After playing sports your whole life, breaking bones here and there, you’re bound to end up in a hospital at one point or another. The last time you were there, it was a fractured wrist from falling during soccer practice. Your doctor told you to take it easy, but ‘easy’ wasn’t in your vocabulary.

Your doctor, Dr. Collins, decided it would be best if you stayed overnight, just so they could watch for any potential internal bleeding or other complications. This sounded absolutely ridiculous to you, but understandable to your father.

“Honey, its only one night. I’m sure you’ll survive. Anyway, I gotta go, I have to pick up your brother before work. I’m working the night shift today, but call if you need anything, I love you,” your dad said, kissing you on the forehead and walking out. Now, it was just you and your thoughts left in the room.

[P.P.] Hey, Y/N, how’s the hospital?

You smiled at the text, happy that someone actually cared enough to text you.

[Y/N] eh, could have been worse, but nothing I haven’t seen before lol the food still sucks, and my dad left so i’m a little lonely at the moment

[P.P.] What if I told u I was on my way there? I might bring food too if ur nice lol

[Y/N] PLEASE DO I’LL LOVE U FOREVER PETER

Just as you put your phone down, there was a soft knock on your door. Your head snapped up, to find Peter standing there, pizza box and teddy bear in hand. A wide smile formed on your face, and you beckoned for him to come in.

“Peter! You brought food!” You threw an arm around him, careful not to further agitate your already hurting ribcage.

He chuckled, opening the box and handing you a slice. “Thought you might want some company. I was actually on my way up when I texted you, and then I saw the gift shop, and this little guy was just calling my name,” he said, handing you the bear.

“Now I wont be lonely! Also, I don’t think this counts as our date, so I’d be more than willing to go out with you as soon as I’m out of here,” you said, smile still planted on your face.

He smiled, knowing that the both of you subconsciously counted this as a date, but neither cared to admit it. He grabbed your hand, squeezing it a bit.

“That would be awesome, Y/N. So maybe we should start brainstorming? Like ideas for the date, you know?” He almost looked nervous, though you doubted that this was his first actual date. You nodded your head, pulling a piece of paper from your backpack that your dad left. ‘Do some homework, Y/N. Keep your mind on track.’

Even in the hospital you couldn’t catch a break.

“Alright, so, what do you want to do? Movies, dinner, hang out; what style of date do you fancy, Mr. Parker?” You joked, smiling. The gears were turning in his head, trying to think of places he liked.

“Okay, well there is this one spot, right in the middle of Central Park, there’s a huge-ass rock that I like to lay on and look at the stars, but I get it if its too far for you. I know you  sometimes have to watch your brother, so if you want to stay closer to home, I’m sure I could think of somewh—“ You put a hand over his mouth to stop his rambling.

“Peter, that sounds perfect. It really doesn’t matter if its a kind of far, I can always get my neighbor to watch my brother. If it’s somewhere you recommend, I’m sure I’ll love it. Now, when do you want to go?” You chewed on the end of the pen, heart fluttering at the thought of actually going on a date with him.

“How’s Friday? I could swing by around 7? You know, if you feel good enough, with your cracked rib and all.” He chuckled a little under his breath, at the small spider-man pun he made. You didn’t seem to catch it, which was a small relief for him. 

You nodded, setting the date in your calendar. “You’ve got yourself a date, now hopefully I can convince my dad to let me go. He’s too protective sometimes, you know?” Peter laughed, thinking of his Aunt May, and how protective she was. His phone then buzzed with an important message from Tony Stark, signaling it was time for him to leave.

“Yeah, I completely understand. Speaking of protective family, I gotta get going. My Aunt May would kill me if she knew I wasn’t at decathlon practice right now,” he said, watching for your reaction. Your face did fall a bit, but you understood why he had to go.

“Don’t miss me too much, Parker. Text me when you get home though, so I know you’re safe, ok?” He nodded his head, giving you a quick hug and a kiss on the head before making his way out.

Once you were alone, you looked at the small bear that he bought for you. You noticed it was dressed like Spider-man, which made you laugh a bit.

“Guess its just me and you now, Spidey. Hope you like ‘How I met Your Mother,’ ‘cause thats what I’m putting on.” Your hand reached for the remote, and you settled into the hospital bed, with a slice of pizza and the bear.

The next morning, you were woken up to doctors and nurses clamoring around your room. You rubbed your eyes, confused as to what was going on. Your father was there, arguing with the doctor, who apparently wanted to keep you there for another night.

“Oh, good, you’re awake. How do you feel? Any pain? Nausea? Vomiting?” The doctor was moving you around, getting your heartbeat, checking the wounded area, looking very frazzled.

“No, I feel absolutely fine. Great, in fact. Why is everyone so antsy? Did something happen while I was sleeping?” You were incredibly confused, no one wanted to tell you anything.

“Sweetpea, this might sound strange, but the doctors told me that somehow, your rib healed itself while you were sleeping. Something that should have taken at least a few weeks to heal, miraculously happened overnight. They want to keep you for further observation, but I don’t want you to be an experiment,” your father had a comforting hand on your shoulder, but your mind was struggling to grasp what had just been told to you.

Your first instinct was to poke the rib, for whatever reason. No pain. Your eyebrows furrowed, more puzzled than ever. How is this possible?

“Your daughter is a medical mystery to us, right now, Mr. Y/L/N. With your permission, we would like to take a blood sample, to see if theres maybe something strange going on within her,” the doctor said to your father, who had a nervous hand running through his hair.

“No. Absolutely not. If she’s healed, then I’m taking her home. She has school, after all,” he said, gathering your things. Dr. Collins was trying to get him to stop for a moment, but your father wasn’t having it.

“Sir, I really don’t think thats the best thing to do right now. If we can figure out what exactly is going on, we could potentially help so many people,” the doctor said, trying to convince him. Your father still refused, he didn’t want them poking and prodding at you, and since you were still a minor, you didn’t have much of a say.

“Like I said, absolutely not. If she want’s to do this when she’s eighteen, thats going to be her decision. But while she’s under my protection, I’m going to have to say no,” He signed the discharge papers, and you were out.

It was a bit irrational, but you knew why your father said no. Your mother died in the same hospital three years ago, after a gunshot to the abdomen. She had lost too much blood, and the doctors couldn’t do anything. Your father blamed the doctors and the hospital, so he was reluctant to even take you for minor injuries.

You decided not to break the awkward silence in the car, so instead you took out your phone and texted Peter.

[Y/N] guess whatttttt

[P.P.] what????

[Y/N] i got discharged!! i still have to go to school though :((

[P.P.] its only 7:30am how are you out so soon?? i was sure they would keep you at least until noon

[P.P.] also yikes @ the school thing

[Y/N] apparently my bones healed overnight its super weird

[Y/N] OMG WAIT AM I A SUPERHERO

[Y/N] SHIT I COULD BE LIKE SPIDERGIRL OR SOMETHING

[Y/N] brb trying to shoot webs rn

[Y/N] catch me as the next member of the avengers bb

[P.P.] im sure spiderman would love to have you as his sidekick

[Y/N] LISTEN BUDDY I AM NOT A SIDEKICK

[Y/N] if either one of us had to be a sidekick its you peter parkour

[P.P.] keep telling yourself that lol

[P.P.] wait did you just call me parkour

[Y/N] yep i did meanie

You slipped your phone into your pocket chuckling when your dad pulled up in front of your house.

“Go take a quick shower and change your clothes, Y/N. I gotta have you at school for third period,” he said, chuckling at your groan.

“Do I have to go? Its not like anyone would miss me, dad,” you said, giving your best puppy dog eyes. He almost fell for it, but shook his head at the last second, telling you that you had to go.

You trudged into the house, dreading going to school. Another groan escaped your lips as you realized that you had practice today, and since your rib was healed, you couldn’t use that as an excuse. You took your sweet time getting ready, much to your fathers chagrin. You were finally dressed and ready to go an hour later, your dad shaking his head, because it shouldn’t take that long for someone to shower and put on a hoodie with sweats.

You rode the whole car ride with your hood up, headphones in. When your dad finally pulled up in front of the school, you left the car reluctantly, backpack hanging off one shoulder.

Your hood was still up, and you sat down in third period physics with a sigh. Formulas littered the board, a barely audible groan escaped, as Peter looked over from the seat next you, chuckling. Your teacher was going on about angular velocity at the moment, but everything went in one ear and out the other.

“You look like hell, spider-girl,” he said, trying to contain a laugh. You shot a glare his way, tightening your hood around your face. You slumped further down in your chair, wishing you were invisible, or sleeping.

“I feel like it too, parkour. I’d rather be back at the hospital being tested, dude. Anything would be better than physics right now,” you said, pouting and turning back to the notes on the board.

The rest of the day went by rather slowly, until you got to practice. You jogged onto the field, greeting the rest of your team and your coach. She told you to take it easy, but you had no intention of actually listening.

The drill that was currently going on was weaving, your favorite. The ball had started at you, and was going smoothly until the two girls with you decided only to pass to each other. This frustrated you, as you knew they just wanted to pity you for being hurt the day prior.

You let out an angry groan, charging after the ball even though it wasn’t your turn. If they don’t want to play fair, we won’t.

You dribbled the ball down the field, people were yelling at you, but you drowned it out. Your team’s goalie looked more than ready to block your shot, but all it took was a fake left and shot right to score on her.

Adrenaline pumped through you as you smiled, walking back up the field. You heard someone cheering for you on the sidelines, surprised to see Peter in the stands. Your smile grew wider, and you waved to him, acknowledging his cheering.

You could have sworn you heard him yell ‘thats my girl’ but you just shook it off, deducing that your ears were playing tricks on you.

“Y/L/N, what the hell was that? You just screwed up that whole drill! Not cool, Y/N,” one of the girls, Casey Jones, said, looking aggravated. You scoffed, ready to fight back, but your coach spoke up for you.

“No, she did exactly what I would have done. You two weren’t passing to her. This drill is about team work, not exclusion. So, if I’m not mistaken, Casey, you and Adriana are the ones who are ‘not cool’. You two can sit on the sidelines and watch until you figure out how to work as a team,” your coach said, earning glares from the two girls as they walked to the side, but ultimately they stopped talking.

“Thanks, coach,” you said, giving her a small, grateful smile. She clapped you on the back, turning away.

“Its no big deal, really. I’m proud of you for taking charge in that drill, you executed that shot perfectly, Y/N, and apparently I’m not the only one who thinks so,” she said, nodding her head toward Peter.

“Oh, we’re not together, coach. Its..complicated,” you said, before taking a sip of your water.

“I saw him with you at the nurse’s office the other day, you two looked pretty cozy. But, if you say its nothing, then I guess I have to believe it. All I’m gonna say is that you could have fooled me,” and with that, your coach turned and walked back onto the field, leaving you standing there, smiling like an idiot.

You looked back over, looking to see if he was still there. He wasn’t in the stands anymore, he was talking to Liz Toomes. Of course, I should have known. Every negative possibility ran through your head in that moment.

You jogged off the field, trying to figure out why Liz was the center of his attention. He had been so flirty with you, even going to the lengths of setting up a date, and you couldn’t help but wonder if his intentions with you were simply platonic. You knew he had a ‘crush’ on Liz last year, he was always staring at her, he even took her to homecoming! It hurt you, you had really thought that he was over her.

Granted, you did have a boyfriend last year, that was the only reason for why Peter went after Liz. Of course, you didn’t know that. He was seeking comfort, since you couldn’t be his at the time.

Your boyfriend had broken up with you over the summer, and it made you sad to say the least. The two of you were in love, or so you thought. He was cheating on you with a girl on your team, forcing you to question the integrity of the whole relationship.

Even when he broke up with you, it was done maliciously, he never wanted you to date anyone else. He decided that it would be best to break your spirit, not just your heart. In turn, you moped around for all of August, barely wanting to go outside. 

You barely even got out of bed. Your family had no idea what to do, your brother would try to comfort you, by bringing in little lego creations. Your father bought endless pints of ice cream, it was a wonder how you didn’t weigh 300 pounds by the end of summer. He had never been on the receiving end of a breakup, he had no idea how to get you through it.

He decided it might help to call his old college friend, May Parker. Unfortunately, she couldn’t make it, so she sent Peter instead, knowing that the two of you went to school together (and because he had a crush on you, but he didn’t know that she knew).

Of course, Peter was over the moon that he got to see you, but also heartbroken at the sight of your sadness. He broke things off with Liz that same week, but the two were still friends. He did everything that he could to make you feel better, he even sat through your favorite Disney movies with you.

It was perfect, but only lasted for a few days. You both had obligations, Peter with his Stark Internship, and you with your volunteer work. The two of you didn’t see each other again until school, and that brings us to the current time.

After seeing Peter with Liz, you went to the locker room, muttering under your breath. You slammed your locker closed, the girls around you jumping at the sudden noise. You whispered a quick ‘sorry,’ and left the room. You moved through the halls of your school quickly, hood up trying not to draw any attention to yourself.

It wasn’t unlike you to be seen in the library, its where you went to cool off. You settled into a chair in the back, cracking open the first book you pulled off the shelf, which happened to be 'Norse Myths and Gods: A History.’

You loved reading about mythology and gods from all cultures, it fascinated you to every extent of the word. You opened the book to see weapons and tools, your eyes falling on one, called the Megingjörð. Apparently, it was a belt worn by Thor, God of Thunder, said to double his strengths, but current whereabouts are unknown, if it was even real.

You were shaken out of your concentration when a body plopped down in front of you, causing you to jump a bit. You looked up, eyes falling on the one person you didn’t want to see.

“Norse Gods, huh? You know Tony Stark’s met Thor? Apparently he’s a super cool dude, super buff, too,” Peter said, flipping through the book. You pulled the book out of his hands, eyes focusing back on the page.

Without looking up, you replied flatly, “Thats nice, Peter.”

You saw his face drop from your peripheral vision, and he looked down at his hands.

“Did I do something? Y/N, whats going on?” He asked, barely a whisper. Your heart nearly broke at the sight, he looked genuinely upset.

“No, nothing. Its my fault for thinking that someone would actually want to be with me. But I guess I don’t really deserve to be happy,” you said, trying to focus on the book instead of looking at him. He grabbed your hand, desperately trying to figure out why you would say such a thing.

“Y/N, why would you think that? Did someone say something to you? ‘Cause if they did I’ll beat them up, I swear,” He said, puffing his chest outward, you caught your lips turning upward.

“No one had to say anything, Peter. I saw you talking to Liz earlier, so if you want, you can go talk to her and let me wallow in my pity party,” you took your hand from his, putting your attention back on the page of the book.

He looked around, trying to get a sense of what was going on, and then it clicked. “Y/N, can you look at me please? Are you jealous of Liz?” he said, pushing the book down with a finger.

You huffed, closing the book and looking dead at him. “What do you think?”

“I think that you have absolutely no reason to be jealous. She’s in my calculus class, and needed the notes from todays lesson. And if we’re really talking about deserving things right now, I honestly think you deserve the world. Come on, I have something to show you,” He grabbed your hand, pulling you up. You barely had time to grab your bag off the floor, he was pulling you to the door.

He took you in front of a set of lockers, nothing particularly out of the ordinary. “Okay, you have to promise not to tell anyone about what I’m about to show you. I need you to swear, Y/N,” he was looking you in the eye, holding a pinky out for you to swear on.

You grabbed his pinky with yours, rolling your eyes. “Alright, so whats so special about this set of lockers?”

A grin crossed his features, as he looked from you to the lockers. He bent down, and with seemingly no effort at all, he picked up the set of lockers, pulling out a small bottle.

“Dude, what the hell?! How did you just pick up those lockers? They have to weigh like a thousand pounds!”

He didn’t answer the question, instead just tossing you the bottle of a very sticky substance. “Uh, Peter, I know we’re close and all, but I don’t know if we’re this close.”

Peter looked confused for a moment, before disgust and amusement both appeared on his face at the same time. “Ugh, Y/N, thats so gross. Why would I keep that in a bottle?”

You shrugged, looking between the bottle and the boy in front of you. “So what is it?”

“This, is my Stark Internship. This stuff is the webbing that Spider-man uses. I made it myself,” he said, looking awfully proud of his creation.

“Wait, theres no way. Why would Tony Stark ask a sixteen year old to make Spider-man’s web fluid?” you asked, placing one hand on your hip and looking closely at the bottle.

“It’s a story for another day. Look, I can prove to you that this is the web fluid. Do you trust me?” he said, holding out a hand, which you reluctantly took.

“I guess so, why? How do you plan on proving it?” he again neglected to answer the question, taking the bottle from your hand and pulling you away from the school. You walked with him until the two of you reached an alleyway, your skepticism only growing.

He placed his bag down on the floor, reaching into it. He dug around for a moment, before seemingly landing on what he was looking for. He pulled out a small contraption, it looked like a high tech bracelet of some sort.

“You pulled me all the way out here for a damn bracelet?” you asked, growing frustrated with the boy for the lack of answers you were receiving.

“Just watch, its worth it, I promise.” He said, pulling the gadget onto his wrist. He stepped away from you, aiming his hand at a fire escape that was around three stories high.

“Are you sure this isn’t dangerous, Peter? What if you fall?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He shot you a smile, before shooting his web at the fire escape. It brought him up effortlessly, and he landed with such grace that it seemed like he’d done this a million times over.

You stood there, mouth agape, as the realization dawned on you.

Holy shit, Peter Parker is Spider-man.

Ep. 3: “People are coming to me like bees to pollen” - Felix

Felix

I think I am becoming bossy. I should cool down for now and lay low. Don't want to be seen as too big of a threat just yet.

Apollo

IM GAGGING! 6-1? Someone used an extra vote to make sure Thomas wasn’t home? Or he had a vote against him? Idk, idrc I survived the first vote of this game and sis it was stressful but easy. Thomas came on like half an hour before tribal and voted for Bradley without talking to anyone, I’m shook. A trio formed between myself,  Borris and Zest whilst Borris and I were also invited for a foursome with Bradley by Brianna. I’m shaking tbh

Marie

Ok jay, if you wanna here about it buckle up. I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY JUMPING OVER A VOLCANO LIMITS ME FROM TYPING WORDS U G H ID BE GOOD AT THIS ONE BECAUSE I KNOW WAY TOO MYCH ABOUT THE SURVIVORS AND TO QUOTE DEBBIE “AND IM PISSED” , have a good day :)

Lysandre

So the challenge has been posted and it's cute!! I like this challenge because it allows me to think critically and analytically!! I am currently putting in WORK in the challenge but my tribe is flopping lmaoo. I'm trying my best to give them tips and tell them to mimic the common things I'm finding and apply it to their own pairings but something isnt clicking!! Hopefully we can pull out a win!

Lysandre

Can my tribe... do the challenge?? I refuse to go to tribal again but I also don't feel like carrying my tribe in the challenge by doing each one of the pairings extensively.

Flint

I’m glad I was able to sit out of the immunity challenge this week. However I am still feeling our tribe of 6 is actually 4 because I don’t see much interaction from Suzy or Charlie.

Lysandre

At this point I am preparing for tribal council. Jay announced the scores for the challenge and our tribe was down by 30+ points and in last place. An actual alliance (our alliance name) decided to vote David off if we go to tribal again because of his problematic behavior and mean comment to GiGi that he totally didn't say lmaoo. The challenge is basically up I'm ready to forfeit and go right to tribal.

Felix

So Suzy and Charlie do not seem to be contributing at all. This is fine I  guess since it just puts a bigger target on their backs as a result. I am just tired of these useless tribe members. Maybe it'd be better to go to tribal in order to vote them off so that they cannot turn on fellow Tuai members later since they wouldn't have that strong of a connection with us.

Felix

Flint just complimented me on my good work in the challenges. It seems that my challenge performance is being noticed. While this ensures that I will be safe in the majority of pre-merge, it will just paint a target on my back during the merge. Plus, I know I will be no good in these individual immunity challenges so let's see how this goes

Flint

I’m feeling pretty comfortable in the game, which makes me nervous something will happen. Our tribe is doing great in challenges and I have a strong alliance, I’m worried about an impending tribe swap!

David Penn

I am worried i will get voted off if we lost, i've only added like two things because i'm too busy rn.

Brianna

Welp. Late update but the Thomas vote went smooth. Also we won the third challenge so woo!!! Nothing really that new going on. There’s an alliance chat for me, Boris, Apollo and Bradley as well now so that’s...cool. That just leaves zest out for the next vote which I’m not too upset about since she doesn’t talk to me a lot.

Charlie

I'm scared I haven't been participating as much as the others and therefore might be out next. I need to start forming alliances ASAP

Bradley

I feel really bad. I did some of the plots for the spreadsheet but everyone else did more. I was busy with hosting family over for brothers bday i didnt really have time. Im glad we won immunity tho. It probably saved my ass.

Charlie

I think I may just have formed a secure alliance, we'll see though

Marie

This vote seems too easy, everyone except for David knows David is going home, not that I’m complaining one bit

Suzy quits

Kathleen

"Yeah tribal was cancelled but I still need to air my David feelings so this was my voting confessional:

Right. Well. You’re rude, you didn’t help in this challenge and I feel like you may have thrown your part in the last challenge even though you were very adamant that if people were not doing well in challenges they were a target. I do not in a million years feel like I can trust you. And I’m pretty sure it was you who wrote that horrible voting confessional for Gigi. Which was horrible and completely unnecessary by the way. It sounded like a bully. And I hate bullies. Bye, I’d say I’d miss you... but I won’t."

Felix

"Now that we are down one tribe member, it is essential to win this next challenge. Though this does mean that if we were to go to tribal council, Charlie would be the one to leave. We still have that safety blanket, but I am just nervous about what happens after Charlie is voted out. We need to do everything in our power to prevent that situation from happening.

I should have seen the One World twist coming since Jay seems to like it. Either way, the Tuai Quad Alliance LLC has decided that I should be one of the representatives out of the two. This will definitely make me seem like the leader of the tribe now. I just have to watch my back and see what happens. If they are going to perceive me like that, I might was well become it. Let's see how this all pans out."

Raul

Well, David better thank the Survivor Gods because we were for sure gonna vote him out. But alas someone quit, I hope they are ok and all is well. <3 Not looking forward to this one world twist -_-

Felix

I am trying to establish ties with a fair amount of people while we are in the One World. For one, I want to become friends with both Raul and Kathleen. They said they wanted to work with me earlier so hopefully they plan to keep that promise. I also want to see how much I can trust Bradley. I did give him the advantage so maybe I have an ally there. I've also talked to Lysandre a bit and think he's alright. Let's hope I can establish myself socially in this game!

Zest

Today is my birthday and I am so grateful for all of the sweet birthday wishes from everyone.

Felix

I must say that people are coming to me like bees to pollen. They all want to talk to me which makes the most sense since they all want to be social. Though some are better at it than others. I've been getting really good vibes from Lysandre, Kathleen, Apollo, and Marie. In that order. They just seem like good people. Also, Marie is 13!? Shook! I did gather some intel though from these people. Apparently, on Mea, David is at the bottom for being a rude-ass and being abrasive. That means if I am on a tribe with David, he will definitely be a target which might help later down the line. Marie is also very upfront and blunt. She asked me immediately "Who is on the bottom of your tribe?" Like girl. Be subtle. I'm not giving info out that easily so I just said no one even though it is clearly Charlie. Everyone on Mea though has mentioned this "bitch" who's on the bottom for being rude. It's David. I'm just so shook that they all are giving out this information that easily. It didn't take long for Marie to start spilling everything to me. She could be valuable as a rat later down the line so long as I don't tell her too much. Though she has said that her tribe really likes me for some reason. I am definitely rising as a leader for the game and will have a target on my back. Though it's great to finally have social ties that could carry me to merge.

Felix

Apollo mentioned working together. As in, if we ever worked together then that should be our alliance name (Club 96). Interesting proposal right there lol

Lysandre

This one world twist was cute until I came to the conclusion that I was playing the game with someone I had blocked and deleted and never wanted to play with ever again. I can see right through his alias and I literally want to will my idol off and quit. And I was really liking his alias until I started seeing connections and speech pattern.. yeah this is really ugly.

Flint

TWIST!! I knew the feeling in my guy was right. I was feeling too secure and now I have no idea what’s going on.

Marie

God knows what jay has planned as long as no volcanos are involved

Felix

Marie is being very pushy. I mean so I am but I like to think I am endearing. I think she is going to be pretty annoying for the rest of tribe so maybe she'll be the next up. Definitely don't want to be on her side.

Brianna

One world. New people. One survivor. Anyways. Marie is cool. But um. I’m tired and don’t feel like getting all these notifications from the one world chat but I also can’t mute it so ughhhh.

Felix

Cassie is just spilling all to me. She has an advantage that allows her to see how many alliance chats someone from the other tribe is rocking. That is such a useful tool. Especially late into pre-merge right before merge. I think it'll be really cool to fool her into using it. I hope she doesn't use it on me if we are ever on different tribes. Now, at least, I know that Cassie is loyal to me since hse is sharing all these details. Apollo is getting antsy that no one from his tribe will be a leader. I'm trying to convince it'll be fine, but he's not having it. He jsut has to trust me and then we can move on from there.

Lysandre

So Marie is actually Marie that's nice to know even though she wasn't supposed to do that ajdjdjsjs. And that impacts the game drastically because people are going to put their trust in her more now that they know she isn't a returnee. It is even having this round effects because she is about to be a leader. Deny the affects if yiu wabt but they definetely exist.

Lysandre

For the sake of Lysandre I am going to continue this game and act like I don't know who Felix is. Lysandre doesnt deserve to have their existance cut short especially considering the fact that they have an idol. They deserve all the love and support.

Dumbass bitch number 1 (Marie)

"To the tune of jeopardy:

Do do do do do do do, do do do do do, do dodododo, do do do dodo do do do, do do do do do do do, do do do do do do do, do do do do do, do dodododo do do do dodo do do do, DO, do do do do do do."

Lysandre

Moving forward in the game I, lysandre, would love to align with Felix in company with an actual alliance.

Boris

PSA: i love Jay

Volcano bitch

I love you jayyyy

Zest

Jay, sorry you are having a rough time getting home. sending good vibes your way.

Cassie

So, here's the thing. I love the vibe with my tribe and the alliance of Tuai Quad. I believe in them, but I know it could be a good idea to keep my options open and form new alliances too. A tri-leader alliance? Oh yeah. Only time will tell what I do with the information I get.

Felix

Another alliance chat down! Woohoo! This one is with Marie, Kathleen, Raul, Lysandre, and I. It's called Drama Bitches. This alliance I feel pretty good about but I do feel on the bottom since I am not from their tribe

Felix

To follow up, I have been positioning myself with people socially very well. It seems that everyone wants to be my friend and that everyone likes me. It will definitely be hard betraying them, but it has to be done. I need to put myself in the least risk out of everyone here in order to make it to the end. I feel I have done that. If people are going to be inactive now, then they must be the next on the chopping block. I hope everything goes well from here. Especially since I have connections on all three tribes. It should keep me safe in case of a swap

Felix

"It seems my socializing has paid off! Firstly, I was chosen as leader for one of the new tribes. I got to choose people for my new tribe that I would be making. I definitely saw this coming, so it was good that I was able to choose them myself. I feel confident with my new tribe. Everyone, except Boris, I have talked to at least once so that'll help. I think I have picked people that enable me to have power over everyone else if I play my cards right. How I see it: I have aligned with Joey, Lysandre, and Rual. I have talked a bit with Zest, and Boris I am just getting to now. I have talked extensively with Apollo. He and I have bonded really well. Perhaps that will keep me safe for the time being. Mainly why I picked the people I did is to have easy boots earlier on (Zest and Boris) and to have people I'm already aligned with be with me (Joey, Raul, and Lysandre). I definitely do think I have picked a good tribe though.

Secondly, my socializing has paid off in terms of immunity. I definitely saw myself having a bunch of connections, but I didn't know it amounted to being the most popular. I think, socially, I have positioned myself well. Now I just got to keep this momentum up in order to succeed! Hopefully, everyone I am aligned with makes it to merge. It might be hard for Flint since he is on vacation. In hindsight, I should have picked him since it would be easier to explain his situation if I was there. I hope he doesn't get a target on his back for being inactive tonight! I think that they might vote out David since he is annoying. I told Cassie and Flint this, so maybe they can use that to their advantage.

Finally, I think this might paint a huge target on my back. People are going to know I am very well-liked by a lot of people. If they carry that information with them, they could use it against me. That'll be a problem for later. Plus, I have an idol to fall back on in case that does happen. Overall, it is going extremely well for Felix Rodriguez!"

Really dumb bitch (Marie)

I just realized I’m a threat, and now I’m lowkey panicking because I just made a plan with some people about how we get to a merge with a majority and now I’m scared that they’ll see me as a strategic and social target because everyone I’ve talked to I’ve been able to persuade. Let’s hope I’m not the Michaela of this game and get voted out cause I’m to strategic

Marie

The second this tribe swap happened I already had so many plans and I’m scared that people might want me out because no one wants to sit with someone who started making moves the second they could?? I done fucked up

Brianna

Well new tribe. I’m pretty okay with the set up tho. Me and Marie have really clicked and we went to talking strategy right away. I’m glad Bradley is here. He isn’t on that much but he will probably vote with me. And Kathleen was another person I got to talk to a lot and she’s from original mea with Marie so that’s good. Haven’t gotten to talk to flint or Charlie. And. Talking with Cassie is just. It’s so dry so far....

Charlie

So the tribe just merged, I've formed a new alliance and I'm super excited to see where it goes haha. Feeling a bit nervous about tribal council however since it is my first one. But I feel confident I won't be voted out just yet

Felix

I have created "The Gold Alliance" with Lysandre and Raul. They have both given me permission to add Joey to the alliance chat. I wanted to add Joey in order to keep OG Tuai safe from harm. If I can do that, then being on this tribe won't be so bad after all. Hopefully, however, Joey can maintain a social status to justify me bringing him into the alliance. Otherwise, he is on his own. I  hope the other OG Tuai are doing well and avoiding elimination today

Lysandre

"Me in the middle of one world: Omg I believe I know Felix's real self and I am literally about to quit I hate the person that Felix is outside of the alias

Felix: Picks me first to be a part of his tribe. "

Lysandre

"Ok so the new tribes have me feeling pretty iffy. Yes I am immune at the moment but I am separated from both Marie and Kathleen. This doesn't give me any comfort knowing that I am on a tribe with individuals who I do not know very well either and being stuck with Raul who works all the time and isn't 100% aligned with me yet.

While on new Tuai, Felix decided to form an alliance between me, him, and Raul which was a fraction of the Drama Bitches alliance that was formed during One World that consisted of Me, Felix, Raul, Marie and Kathleen. Now I am not dumb. I am aware that Cassie and Felix are close and Apollo fits in there somewhere too. My eyes are open. SHARINGAN! "

Marie

If David doesn’t go home I’ll cry

Boris

"Whew so much has happened

I got an idol a couple days ago!! I can't remember if I wrote a confessional about this

Someone walked, I wasn't really all that interested in that.

AND THEN SUDDENLY WE'RE IN ONE WORLD and I have mild panic bc i hate one world's, too many people.

And then we gotta pick 2 leaders, Marie and Felix volunteer and me and the rest of Sumi tribe ALMOST fight because we're messy heauxs but we eventually let it happen

And then tribe swap!! Surprise!! Except no one is actually super surprised but here we are anyway. And best of all, my dynamic trio alliance of me and Apollo and Zest is still together? When will ur faves? So yeah I'm in a good position, I like this tribe way better than my first one"

Maynor

I think it might be me going or its gunna be David. Thats what my vote is gunna be. Hopefully it works.

Brianna

I forgot if I said David is the target but David is the target.

a letter to you

hi baby. I know I used to never call you that and I hated people that called their significant other baby... but I am one of those people now and I totally get the charm.

This is for you. To like, look back on, reread if you’re needing reassurance. Or to ignore completely if you’d like. Whatever you do with it is up to you I guess.

I haven’t really thought this out or anything so prepare for word vomit I’m sure. But here goes.

You are one of the most powerful presences I have had in my entire lifetime. I can remember gawking at you from across the room in study hall for months. I can remember seeing you around when you were younger than that even, looking like a little skater cutie boy. Someone I’d NEVER have a shot with. (Even as a fucking eighth or ninth grader I remember having this thought in passing) I remember watching you, seeing you in different phases. I remember one day being obsessed with your style and fun ass shirts and cute little glasses that used to fit your CUTE little face perfectly and made me realize how much I liked blue eyes.

I can remember getting excited that I could see you were somehow friends with Thomas and thinking about that for WEEKS trying to think of things I could do or say to connect the dots and get to have a conversation with you.

I remember the first time you sat by me. The chairs were moved in study hall one day into clusters and you KNOW I’m shy and liked to keep my head down in school and didn’t have any friends in that class so I went for Hailey rice. Also friends with Thomas and seemed friendly enough... and who the hell should just happen to come strolling right on in and sitting down in the seat TOUCHING mine? LUCAS FUCKIG WISNER. Even typing this now what like 3, 4 years later? I can feel my face flushing all over again.

I used to get SO nervous and tongue tied I would literally turn bright red and start actually sweating because I wanted to talk to you so bad. And I can smell exactly what you smelled like then. I knew you were going to be someone important to me I just don’t think I understood yet how. And to be totally honest some days now I still can’t wrap my head around it.

I remember pretty much forcing Danielle to go to the rodeo with me just because I knew you’d be there and you had told me to come. I remember sticking around just to see you play and maybe get to talk to you.

I remember ditching art class everyday for like the entire last part of my senior year just to go hide out in the pac and make out and hold hands. Or just walk around and do weird shit. Enjoying being around you.

I remember wanting to have you SO bad but being actually terrified. That was honestly one of the greatest summers of my entire life. Going to your shows, getting to know you, spending PAINFUL days with your family just trying to keep a smile on your face if things were clashing. We did a lot of exploring and going on cute little dates and taking a lot of my favorite photographs of anything anyone ever.

I remember the first time I had you in my mouth and I was so nervous for no reason. Like it’s just you? It’s just Lucas? But I can still feel that feeling all over my body. And I still do if I’m feeling kinda shy that day. I remember being bad at it but I’m pretty sure you were just happy I was touching you which is... :’) like thank you for that.

I remember the first time you went down on me. Braces and all lol. I’m still kinda shocked I was ballsy enough to ask you to do that. I just wanted it. Still my favorite thing in the fucking world and makes me feel so special and like a fucking queen. I can remember that you were very quick about it. I think you were nervous which is the cutest thing in the world to me and makes me smile so much even now.

I remember sending you so many “I can’t wait to fuck your brains out” texts that entire summer but not doing just that... we were so silly then. I’m glad things happened like they did. I’m glad it took 3 months and it was built up and we were very in love and happy and it just kinda finally happened... August 4th. (If anything ever happens to me and no one can crack a code of some sorts I left anywhere just assume that it’s that date)

It’s funny, I dont remember what movie we went to see but I know we went on our first official “date” after that. I have a picture from that day on my phone that I’ve always saved. Just me with my feet up in the van, you smoking a cigarette and standing outside up against that old radio station or whatever by Maria’s neighborhood. We thought about having sex there too but thought it’d be too risky... something I think we’d rethink now if given the opportunity lol.

I remember just needing to have you as many times as I could to make for a life time so far without it. Sneaking into Danielle’s house and fucking in her guest bedroom? Having sex 3 maybe 4 times a day? I love us.

I rmeber your mom getting so mad st the very first picture I posted with you. Us in bed. My bed. Honestly I don’t know why I thought that’d be a good idea to post but you won some you lose some. I remember random things. You getting into a very heated fight with your dad over you insisting to wear black skinny jeans in the water park (which now makes me giggle because you do you babe but wyd) first time meeting your parents and having a white see through shirt on and some ridiculous pants on that didn’t fit me.

I remember singing- shouting hozier so loudly and terribly to you in the car while we took little trips. I think I’m thinking of hot springs specifically. I can still picture how you were looking at me when I looked down at you. I didn’t realize you were watching me so intently at first. You were laying down and tired and I just figured you’d lay back with your eyes shut while I drove. But I rmeber you looking at me and holding my hand and I just knew you were in love with me.

I can rmeber saying I love you the first time. I drove all the way to wherever you were camping and knew I was going to tell you then. I had practiced on the way there. Also I almost accidentally drove myself off of a small cliff on that ride which I never told you about. Like really. Gravel ride and going way to fast around a turn. But anyway. I remeber walking around all day in nature and what not with you and trying to tell you then but we’d start talking about something else every single time. I can remember feeling so antsy and crazy the entire day. It’s funny I didn’t picture myself telling the love of my life that I loved them for the first time being in a lake, family nearby, wearing a T-shirt and shorts because I was not prepared to go swimming at all. And then it just kinda came out. Not on purpose. Not like I had thought about. I just looked at you and all of the times I had tried to tell you just kinda... bubbled over. I can still TASTE the long pause you had. Not even that long actually. But still. Long enough for me to spit out something dumb like just kidding or something like that. And you knew I wasn’t. I can remember you saying you just wanted to be sure and wanted me to know you meant it.

That’s the shit that has kept me alive some nights. Like those little instances. And there’s thousands more... I can remeber every little sweet thing you’ve ever done for me or said to me. And those are things that I keep so close to me. Your words, your scent, your looks and small gestures.