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ghoul-slime · 7 months

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could you do 19 and 4 with Aether and Rain?

Ok, I REALLY liked writing this one. I think I'm a little in love with Aether/Rain now. Thank you for the prompt and I'm still accepting them!

Aether/Rain with Rain in a skirt and thigh-high stockings, some spanking, ass-eating, and a good amount of fluffy, sweet praise from Aeth.

Aether’s lounging on the couch in the common room, curled up with a mug of tea and a book, when Rain saunters in.

He nearly chokes on a mouthful of tea when he looks up and sees what Rain is wearing.

He’s got on a black, high-waisted skirt, the soft, flowy material hitting just mid-thigh, kissing the skin of his legs as it sways. And with it a pair of matching thigh-high stockings, pulled up and over Rain’s long, slim legs. Leaving just a patch of soft thigh exposed between the tops of the stockings and the bottom of the skirt. It’s all paired with a matching black crop top, stretched across his chest, leaving the soft skin over his ribs exposed. Aether can see the faint point of his nipples just beneath the delicate, black fabric of the top.

“Went shopping with the girls today,” Rain explains, snapping Aether out of his dumbfounded staring. “What do you think?”

Aether looks at Rain, eyebrows raised and awe-struck. It takes him a moment to answer.

“What do I think? Rainy, baby, you look absolutely fucking gorgeous,” Aether curses. A rarity for him.

“Did you show Swiss yet?” Aether asks, sitting upright on the couch and setting his book down on the coffee table.

“Mm, no,” Rain blushes. “Wanted to show you first…” he trails off, smoothing the skirt down.

Aether grins, admiring Rain again. Noticing how all that black fabric accentuates his blushing cheeks and brilliant, blue eyes. Aether can’t wait to take him apart and ruin those nice, new clothes.

“Do a spin for me?” Aether asks playfully. “Lemme get a good look at you, pretty little thing.”

Rain smiles, looking pleased, and does a little twirl, giggling quietly as the fabric of the skirt swishes with him.

When he turns back, Aether is smiling up at him reverently. “Absolutely gorgeous,” he reiterates. “C’mere and let me kiss you,” Aether beckons for him. “Lemme get my hands on you.”

Rain wastes no time climbing into Aether’s lap, winding his arms around his neck as Aether’s hands find their way to his hips. Smoothing up and across the fabric of the skirt, thumbs skimming the exposed parts on either side of Rain’s waist.

Aether snakes a hand up into the hair at the back of Rain’s head, bringing him down for an open-mouthed kiss, licking into his waiting mouth and drinking in the tiny little moans and whimpers Rain feeds to him.

Aether’s hands travel back down to Rain’s legs, feeling up the soft cotton of the stockings, running across the velvet skin of his thighs, reaching back to cup his…

“No panties?” Aether barks out, incredulous and unable to help himself as he squeezes at Rain’s bare ass beneath the fabric of the skirt.

Rain blushes in earnest now, closing his eyes tight and shaking his head, soft black waves bouncing along with him.

“Lucifer below, Raincloud,” Aether breathes into the crook of his neck. “How’d I get so lucky to get at you first like this?” Aether kisses him again, letting his hands wander across skin, squeezing and groping, feeling the perfect, round globes of Rain’s firm little ass fit perfectly in the palms of his hands.

Their kiss deepens as Aether dips his fingers into the cleft of Rain’s ass, skimming across his hole, feeling how wet Rain is between his legs.

“Already wet down here I see,” Aether teases. “My favorite little water ghoul.”

Rain huffs out a laugh and rolls his hips. “‘M the only water ghoul,” he whines, exposing his neck for Aether to latch onto. To suck a pretty little bruise into the skin just beneath his jawline.

Aether chuckles and slips a finger inside the hot clutch of Rain’s body, pulling a shuddering groan from his parted lips. Plump and pink and slick from Aether’s kisses.

“Ride my fingers, baby boy,” Aether invites, slipping another in beside the first, pushing in up to the third knuckle and curling gently inside him.

Rain answers with another roll of his hips, grinding down on Aether’s thick fingers. Aether can feel him drip as he rides, slick working its way down his fingers to pool in the palm of his hand, dribbling past his wrist to leave a wet spot between their legs on the couch.

Rain cries out as Aether pets inside him, hitting him deep and perfect, heat building between his legs and in his gut. Aether feels Rain flutter around his fingers, and draws them out slowly, pulling a pathetic whine from Rain’s lips.

“Not yet, doll. Can’t have you cumming just yet.” Aether soothes. “Not before I get a taste of you.”

And then Aether is standing, hoisting Rain into the air by his ass before depositing him back down onto the couch. Aether follows, flipping the skirt up and hands gripping the soft fabric of the stockings and parting his long legs, exposing his fluttering, wet hole.

Aether dips down to lick him, running his tongue across the slick of his ass, thumbs gripping his cheeks to pull them apart, making space for his tongue to delve inside. To taste.

Rain cries out, high pitched and feminine as Aether eats him out, feeling so exposed and wet and open. The filthy sounds of Aether’s mouth on him, tongue inside him, filling him up and licking him open.

Rain could cum just like this, with Aether’s mouth between his legs, and after a few moments he feels his orgasm building, the tight coil in his gut becoming more insistent. He feels himself twitch and flutter around Aether’s probing tongue. His cock kicks out a thick spurt of pre, soaking in where the fabric of his skirt is folded over the head of it.

“Aether! Aether, please,” Rain pleads, head tipped and rolling back and forth against the cushions of the couch. Desperate to stave off his orgasm. “Not yet, not yet please.”

Aether grants him reprieve, lifting his head from between Rain’s thighs, mouth and chin coated in slick and spit. He wipes his face off with the back of his hand as he waits for Rain to tell him want he wants.

“W-want you to spank me. Please,” Rain asks him in a small voice, embarrassment washing obvious across his pretty features.

It takes a moment for the request to register, but then Aether is grinning, settling back onto the couch.

He locks eyes with Rain, admiring his blushing face and heaving chest.

“Strip. Now.”

Rain rushes to comply, shimmying his way out of the skirt, now sporting several shining, wet patches from where Rain’s slick and pre have soaked through the fabric. He shucks the crop top off over his head, mussing his hair as he pulls it off, discarding it into a pile alongside the skirt. Aether hums in appreciation at the contrast of Rain’s pert, pink nipples against the pale skin of his chest.

When Rain moves to roll one of the stockings down Aether stops him. “Not those,” he tells him, voice firm. “Leave those on.”

“Now come here, love,” Aether beckons soft again, patting his lap. “Let me give you what you need.”

Rain drapes himself across Aether’s lap with a sigh as Aether smoothes his palms across the soft skin of his ass. He pets him gently, before asking, “Ready for it?”

Rain nods, grinding down into Aether’s lap, wriggling his ass in anticipation.

The crack of Aether’s palm against the globe of his asscheek pulls a sharp cry from Rain’s lips. Aether is shushing him, smoothing his hand across his ass before reaching out to spank him again.

Oh! Rain cries out louder with each sharp crack of Aether’s palm ringing out in the silence of the room.

Rain is grinding down in earnest, rutting his cock into the space between Aether’s legs as Aether alternates between sharp slaps and soothing his palms across Rain’s reddening asscheeks.

“So good, baby,” Aether soothes, praises. “You’re doing so good for me, I’m so proud of you.” He smooths one hand across Rain’s thighs, down the soft cotton of his stockings.

“Can you take one more for me?” Aether asks, gently and Rain is nodding enthusiastically. Wriggling in Aether’s lap and whimpering, doing his best to arch his back, push his stinging asscheeks into the soothing palm of Aether’s big hand.

Aether reaches back and gives him one more perfectly aimed slap and then Rain is cumming, shuddering and moaning as his cock twitches and his hips writhe, emptying himself wet and filthy into Aether’s lap.

Rain lies there, catching his breath as Aether pets him gently, soothing the stinging skin of his ass with gentle hands. When Rain is ready, Aether helps him up, getting him settled back into his lap, where he cups Rain’s face and leans in for a kiss.

Aether presses their foreheads together, nuzzling into him.

“Now,” Aether reaches out to gently swipe the pad of this thumb across Rain’s puffy, kiss-swolllen lower lip. “Let’s get you put back together so Swiss can have a turn.”

(Let’s be real, Rain can blush on command and Aether falls for it every goddamn time)

#aether ghoul #rain ghoul #aether/rain #rain/aether #aether x rain #rain x aether #ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghoul-slime fic #ghoul-slime ask

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mikaelsonstanaccount · 4 months

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This is my first time publishing my work so yall be nice. Also this is for @klonnieshippersclub Klonnie Week

Klonnie Week Day 1: Domestic Intimacy

Klaus smiled as he watched Bonnie gather flowers from their garden. After Tatia Klaus assumed he could never love again, but there she was. She was his sun, moon, and stars. He had no idea what he had done for the gods to bless him with her. All he could do was just watch her in awe. She was truly his and he couldn’t believe it. “You’re staring again my love.” Bonnie smiled as she walked back inside to finish her potion. She took up potion and jewelry making after her grandmother, Ayanna, left the village. Potion making was where she found her sense of tranquility. It was what kept focused and kept her mind sharp.

She heard their baby boy, Emil, cry out before Klaus swooped in to care for him. The witch smiled seeing her husband doting on their baby boy. He had him wrapped around his tiny fingers. Klaus even went as far as to offer to hunt for one of the village seamstresses for a week in exchange for a few matching outfits for them. They had at least 6 matching outfits. “Oh what’s the matter little one? Are you hungry? Did you miss mummy and I?” He cooed before walking over to Bonnie with him. “He couldn’t possibly miss you, my love. You spend so much time with him he doesn’t even get the time to miss you.” Bonnie added before her husband let out a laugh. “I think mummy is jealous that we spend so much time together.” Klaus whispered to little Emil before smiling.

His cries moved into quiet whines as Klaus rocked him and hummed a lullaby that he remembered Ayanna would hum as she crafted. “I think we should have many more babies.” Klaus smiled as Bonnie shook her head. “Emil is still a baby and you want more? He’s barely aged 6 months.” Bonnie laughed as she began to bottle the potion. It was just a simple gardening potion for their neighbor. “Not now, my love, but I want Emil to have a bunch of siblings. A home full of children.” Klaus said as he sat down and rocked him. “We will my love, in due time.” Bonnie smiled as she wrote instructions on the side of the bottle.

After she was done she walked over and picked their baby boy up to feed him. “Hey, we were having mens time.” Klaus pouted playfully before Bonnie rolled her eyes and continued to feed him. “When you gain the ability to feed him, then I will not interrupt your mens time.” She joked before moving to burp him. “Well I guess you can interrupt for that.” He huffed before smiling. “He has to grow up big and strong. A warrior.” He added as he looked at Emil over her shoulder. “Emil, Son of Niklaus, the strongest warrior, and the mightiest of men.” Bonnie said as she held him up in the air. She saw his gummy smile before smiling herself and putting him back in Klaus’ arms.

Later on that night the couple stared at their sleeping baby boy, waiting for the same feeling to overcome them. “He looks just like you.” Klaus murmured as he looked down at her. Truthfully he was sleepy but he refused to sleep before his family was asleep. He remembered how often he and Elijah would be left to stay awake and watch the family sleep while Mikael slept peacefully. For some reason that action, combined with many others, is what he used to make himself a better father. He wanted to be the father he always wanted for his children. He owed it to them and to himself to be the man that Mikael didn’t raise, to be the man that young him would have bragged about to the other kids.

“Sleep my love.” Bonnie whispered, kissing his head and laying down beside their son. Klaus smiled tiredly before humming and laying down beside her. He pulled them both closer to his body before closing one eye and waiting for Bonnie to sleep. He could tell Bonnie was pretending to sleep so he closed his eyes and let sleep take over.

#klaus mikaelson #klonnie #bonnie bennett #bonnie x klaus

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starksvinyls · 1 year

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Title: Cherry Red Rating: Explicit Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Daddy Kink, Blow Jobs, Popsicles Summary: Peter teases his Daddy with a popsicle. Notes: for @ageplay-may and the Spice prompt for day 4: “food play” AO3 Link

Peter sucked the cherry flavored popsicle into his mouth, fitting almost the whole thing, before he made sure his lips were tight around the cold treat, and then slowly pulled it back out of his mouth. He maintained eye contact with Tony the whole time. When he got to the end, Peter made an obnoxious slurping noise while sucking up the juice and then grinned over at Tony.

“Oh my god, you two, we can literally see everything you’re doing.” Rhodey scolded. “Get a room, you freaks.”

Peter giggled as Tony glared, before hurrying to stand and grabbing Peter’s arm as he passed. Waving bye to the others who had been sitting around the bonfire in one of the courtyards of the Compound. Peter yelped, almost dropping what was left of his popsicle in surprise, when he was yanked harder than he thought he would be.

In a blink, Tony had Peter shoved into their bedroom, already undoing the zipper of his jeans. “On your knees.” Tony growled, pulling his cock out.

Peter was quick to obey, his knees hitting the carpeted floor hard. He didn’t even wince, just kept staring up at Tony with wide eyes.

“Such a good boy for Daddy, aren’t you?” Tony stepped forward and brought his hand out to caress Peter’s cheek, thumb dipping down to rub over Peter’s red stained bottom lip.

“Yes, Daddy.” His mouth dropped open obediently.

Tony hummed. “Suck on that popsicle some more, get your mouth nice and cold, baby.”

Peter had forgotten that the popsicle was even still in his hand, but he was quick to do what Daddy asked. He didn’t deep throat the thing again, teasing wasn’t the goal this time, but Peter made sure to leave the cherry flavored ice on his tongue for a moment, really getting it cold. This was one of Tony’s favorite things, something they had only discovered together after the first time Peter had teased his Daddy with a popsicle. Tony loved the contrast of the cold and the hot heat of Peter’s mouth on his cock.

“Alright, baby, c’mon,” Tony coaxed.

Peter pulled the dwindling popsicle from his mouth and opened wide to let Daddy feed him his cock. Above him, Daddy moaned as the sensations washed over him, gently thrusting his in and out of Peter’s stretched mouth. He stared up at Daddy, through his lashes, as his eyes started to water as Tony’s thrusts picked up speed. It was still only half of Tony’s cock, Peter hated that he couldn’t actually deep throat his Daddy, but Tony never seemed to mind that he couldn’t go that deep. He always kept his thrusts shallow, he was considerate while still Domming the hell out of Peter. Peter internally preened.

“So good for me, baby,” Tony ran his fingers through Peter’s hair and then curled his fingers into a semi-tight hold, using the grip to move Peter’s head as he wanted.

Despite not thrusting very deep or fast, it felt like Daddy was abusing his mouth and throat; Peter moaned and blinked as the tears finally spilled over his bottom lashes. He could feel the spit leaking from the sides of his mouth, dripping out around Daddy’s cock, and he squirmed, his own cock hard in his jeans.

Daddy pulled his cock out completely and grinned down at Peter, his eyes dark. “Suck on your popsicle some more, baby.”

Peter glanced around the best he could with Daddy’s hand still in his hair, and noticed that the popsicle had melted onto the carpet, the wooden stick still clutched in his hand was stained red and had a few drops still on it. “Oh, oops.”

“So messy, baby,” Tony chuckled. “That’s okay, c’mere.”

He trust back into Peter’s mouth and set a steady, almost punishing, rhythm with his hips, chasing his release. Daddy groaned and the grip in Peter’s hair tightened. Daddy slipped, his cock hitting the back of Peter’s throat, making him gag and make an awful noise around Daddy’s cock.

“Shh, baby, I’m sorry,” Daddy cooed. “You’re okay.” He pulled out to let Peter cough and then fed his cock back into that warm, wet delicious mouth.

Peter got lost in it, had it been a few minutes, half an hour? An hour? He didn’t know, but sudden;y Daddy was groaning and filling Peter’s mouth with his spend. He was a good boy and swallowed it all down as Daddy emptied into his mouth.

“Let me see.” Daddy demanded, pulling his softening cock from Peter’s mouth, and pulling his head back by his hair.

Peter opened his mouth, sticking his still-stained red tongue, to show that he had swallowed it all down.

“Good boy.”

#agepl4y may 2023 #starker #starker fic #peter parker x tony stark #starksvinyls fic

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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I don't know why, and maybe this is me projecting my perfect bbg himbo man standard's onto him, but, Matthias feels like the type of friend to mother hen, but in like... a begrudged sorta of way.

like, he wakes up super fucking early, so he makes everyone breakfast, pretends to complain about it, but then watch on as his friends eat with a smile (he also insists on having "family" meals at least a few times a week, that not even Kaz is allowed to skip). he cleans really early too, forget sleeping in on a sunday, the 'house' most be cleaned, the bad energy must be purged (that superstitious ass definitely believes in bad vibes).

if one of the crows gets sick, he is force-feeding them homemade medicines and has a bunch of outdated old wives' cure-alls, tinctures, and traditions that he forces on his friends (he's putting onions in your socks, garlic in your ear, and opening your window the second he hears a sniffle). he's sitting at your bedside with soup in one hand and a literal pitcher of water and literally hand feeding you (does the grandma thing where he grabs your jaw if you struggle, cause your fucking eating it, there's no escaping it and the gallon of water he plans to make you drink at each meal). again, he even does this to Kaz, and complains the entire time, even when Nina tells him to stop and that he doesn't have to, he refuses to, cause he doesn't know how to stop.

he also has a bunch of like, immuno boost traditions. like he's making you take a snow bath after the first snow storm of the year (my grandma made me do this till I was like, 15, and I swear on my life it works, somehow), he's giving you awful spoonfuls of concoctions in the morning saying "it's good for you" in a very insulted and grandma-esque tone.

he complains that everyone is too skinny so he's always in the kitchen cooking something heavy and hearty. specially for wylan, cause he's the youngest, so he naturally mother hens him 10x more, that kid is not escaping the heaping amounts of meats and fish and bread this man is shoving down his gullet. he becomes a house wife in an attempt to "nurse these fools back to health" cause he's convinced they're all sickly/dying.

throws (aggressively and not at all lovingly) coats at kaz, cause the skinny pale demon is awful when he catches cold (that's totally the only reason). makes sure everyone leaves the 'house' with gloves and scarves. always has a fire going in the furnace at the end of the day. he has knitting vibes too? like, there's definitely a few blankets that he made himself, and they're everyone's favorites.

I think matthias just has repressed baby girl/housewife vibes, and I just want to embrace them in all their glory. I want him to be an apron-wearing, hand-on-the-hip, towel-on-the-shoulder housewife. I want him to be a single mom to the crows while constantly complaining about 'having to do all the work in this household' while also knowing full well, that he does not, while the others tell him he does not. I want him to take care of everyone because he gets all warm in the chest and he likes how it feels to be in the caregiver role and not the protector role (though he doesn't mind doing a bit of both). I want my mans to find peace, and what better way than to be a housewife.

the crows absolutely love it, especially with their massive amalgamation of family issues, this nice to have some semblance of normalcy, even in the form of an over-bearing grandma in a big muscley fjerdan body. its nice sitting around the table and talking about their day. its nice having some semblance of a schedule to there days, to wake up knowing there will be breakfast waiting for them and a warm blanket to come home to. its almost comedic how fussed up Matthias can get about their poor habits, how he forces them all to eat or cleans up after them or forces a coat onto their shoulders as he prays to Djel for strength. nina and inej like seeing their boys smile, feeling happy, safe, and loved. wylan for once doesn't hate being babied, cause in this case, he just gets fed good food and has nice mittens thrown at him. jesper has always viewed the crows as family, and now they really are one. kaz hates to admit it, but the fjerdan isn't that bad, and maybe opening up to his crows isn't that bad either.

(the focus on kaz was purely to show this man's determination to his cause. he is so committed, he not only wants to, but gets kaz to let him wrangle him into his bs. Matthias "calls kaz a demon within moment of meeting him" Helvar gets Kaz "emotionally constipated to the point he pushes everyone away, including the woman he is down horrendous for" Brekker to take sick days, eat meals with the family, actually put some meat and color on his bones, on both of their (somewhat) free wills. that's gotta get him a medal or something.)

#I know Fjerda is based off of Scandinavia which is a Germanic country and I'm Slavic #and the two cultures are very different even between the individual countries within them #but the scary grandmas with their herbal/natural remedies are very similar #he has scary germanic/slavic grandma vibes but the well-meaning type of scary #my grandma was direct inspo #I didn't read enough of the books yet to know if/how ooc this is #but I don't care. fight with the wall #this is forever how matthias will exist in my head #no ones changing that #matthias helvar #nina zenik #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #six of crows #soc #shadow and bones

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ginevrafangirl · 11 months

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Love Between Fairy And Devil Commentary Part 3

The final one! Excerpts from my reactions while watching episodes 25-36! Apologies for the delay

Part 1 | Part 2

SPOILERS ahead!

when did shangque fall in love with her anyway i feel like it snuck up on me. like it was obvious it was going to happen, but the how happened subtly

the grooms need to get DRESSED

it would be hilarious if girlie and sauron get together now and kiss and people see and incest rumors cause the weddings to fall apart

wow sauron looks SO weird with his hair up

a red wedding is about to happen // its snowing as well for maximum effect

he cannot control hellfire well anymore he really should not be doing this

i love that him being 'injured' means he got eyeliner and dark lipstick

she didnt fail the tribulation besties she is fine

FINALLY we get a badass moment from girlie

wdym 'why cant i control hellfire' its obviously cause you have emotions again

have i mentioned how much i hate jin guangshan

did she just feed him her blood to heal? what in the svsss?

girlie's 'i want to jump into the river' after getting caught locking lips was so cute

also why is everyone acting like they dont know why sauron cant use hellfire // i mean he was against her restoring his emotions for this very reason??

god i knew they were gonna be disgustingly cute

i think jieli was prettier in the mortal clothes but girlie is definitely more gorgeous in her immortal robes

i really appreciate the little comedic moments scattered through this show

omg this is beautiful // the women singing together for the return of their men // very avatar like

DAMN that was an eventful two episodes // the wedding happened, batman appeared, everything went to plan, batmans identity was revealed, girlie and sauron finally kinda got together, danyin and ice man came back and girlie's true identity was also revealed

its so crazy that they are saying they need to settle the score as if sauron hasnt regularly whooped jack frost's ass completely

girlie you were happy as a mortal cause you were rich

omg she is literally 'i see you as a nice friend'-ing him rn. i didn't expect this level of self awareness

sauron feeling proud of dragon boy for scoring a date

sorry dragon boy jieli is a businessminded woman

i feel like a matchmaking auntie watching these cuties together

oh good batman backstory // he literally has no parents. but he is also blind like a bat. and uses sound - the flute. // i am a genius

HAN PU!????????? baby batman is HAN PU (who rules the world reference)

also batman is literally luo binghe (svsss reference)

good for jin guangshan and jack frost's mom for running away and escaping this madness

frostie is suicidal. cue the beat boxing song

YES GO FULL HIPPIE ICEY BOY

that man did NOT swallow

DANYIN? danyin is the baby??? then why does the pregnant lady look like jieli???

i am 99% convinced fake old god is gonna die

this is a very random last minute storyline/backstory that i did seriously not see coming

has jieli been a plant by catwoman and batman this whole time?? thats why she cant reciprocate dragon's feelings?

shangque stop saying you'll forgive her manipulating you

damn the whole city gathered to stop him from getting laid

he wants to mawwy herrr

this is why dating villains is fun, they truly dont give a fuck about right or wrong, just you. great romance

he didnt go to hang locks! does he need to get the spike in him right NOW?

that punishment is so awful sauron become 3D in a 2D show

there is lightning! are they gonna kiss kiss body swap again?

why dont they just tell emo boy girlie isnt a fairy, she is the goddess of xishun

this conflict is seriously so unneccessary, she is a GODDESS

the people on twitter were right, this does get only better as you keep watching

thats not a cave, thats a torture chamber

and he decided to share her pain // ofcourse he did

thats a long ass wig

i thought he was gonna carry her but them walking hand in hand is so much better

ice man and jin guangshan's fathers name is lord DONG that is amazing

wowwwwww danyin just confessed her love in front of EVERYONE // balls // she has got balls

girlie's true identity was the fix-it of everything huh

dragon boy is brave to the point of stupid giving jieli all his money // omg is she finally accepting him // i wonder what they will get up to in his dragon form

now wtf is happening here

plot is now aiming at killing girlie i see

i dont see how he didnt see the loss of hellfire coming from miles away after he got his emotions back, i mean wasnt he so opposed to it for this very reason??

i cant believe they hurt my babygirl dragon boy

the phrase "menacing fairies" is quite funny

sauron just wants to live in domestic bliss but the plot wants WAR

i love the meek obedient expression sauron gets on his face around girlie

he is too smart to work with an obviously evil swirling dark cloud // right?

mr sauron i thought you werent gonna lie to her

she has gotten good at setting boundaries

is he possesed rn or just what is happening

i hope the war lives up to the hype, unlike who rules the world // i mean we have been talking about it for literally 30 episodes

the crazy thing is that if he had been straight up with her and told her why she has to die she would have killed herself easily

jieli is fucking smart

I GET IT NOW // he cant take off the bone orchid cause she is devoted to him, so he has break her heart so he can take it off

oooo is it time for ✨war✨

for two opposing armies the fairy realm and demon realm sure have the exact same armour

i think even if she tries to kill herself she wont die cause of special goddess powers

ooooo i think he will use the evil qi and then girlie will purify it

wow her screams of pain are quite intense

honestly i am sick of lady war just having no agency in this story // like lets have her come back to life and tell off batman please

ohhh its the long awaited batman vs iceman fight

they sure picked a place with terrible visibility for this war huh

who tf is qingchuan???

after all this time iceman just now found out batman is ronghao?

love how lady si ming still hasnt shown up again // though i do still believe she will

i knew it!! her magic dust brought everyone back to life

that god(dess) for better visibility amirite

wait are they still pretending she isnt gonna live

sauron doesnt have enough sand on his face, he face planted multiple times. i need him to be coughing up sand

oh wow she is actually disintigrating thanos snap style

why is jieli not just telling dragon boy the truth that she was poisoned? is it cause she knows catwoman is gonna come after her and she doesnt want him to get hurt?

and now batmans all happy and shit?? rude

omg stop manipulating lady war i am sick and tired of her agency being taken away

awwww this is a very cute sequence if not for the fact that he is definitely dreaming

wow watching sauron smile with all his teeth is weirddd

so i guess the remaining 5 eps will be him trying to get girlie back

if dragon boi dies i am gonna riot

oh its a dream sharing incense burner!

woooooow hot take from ice man there 'she will come back from death cause she hasnt married me yet'

i love the juxtaposition of the chaos irl and the serenity in his dream

i am really confused about the girlie marrying iceman prophecy because there is no way thats gonna happen right? unless she has some serious memory loss or something

i am so confused about ronghao's feeling towards lady war

jin guangshan is a fucking bitch

hah i knew lady si ming was gonna turn up

what a power couple though lady si ming and her dragon living together forever

popping back in to say i was right about the memory loss (i stopped in the last few eps cause i was tired lol)

i hate memory loss tropes btw // her memories better come back

did lady war just off danyin?? // misdirect

after i was done i had some last words to say

the ending wasnt bad exactly, plot wise, but i missed the light hearted tone of the show in the last six episodes and also why do we get more fluff in the middle than at the end??

all i wanted was to see them getting married and sitting on the moon throne as king and queen

and not a single jielie/shangque kiss?? we were ROBBED

And that's it folks!! Overall a very fun and enjoyable experience, would recommend!

#loooooooooooong post #gf originals #love between fairy and devil #lbfad #lbfad commentary #langhua #changheng #danyin #dongfang qingcang #i posted this for that one person that liked and reblogged the first two parts recently and reminded me i still had to post the last one #thanks bestie

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hulijingemperor2 · 1 year

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Peacock empire 📍

Zixuan: *entering with soup*

Yanli: well it's about time! Did you make the soup?

Zixuan: no darling. The chefs did.

Yanli: ahhh. I see.

Zixuan: *nervous* you see what?

Yanli: you're a cocky emperor aren't you! First you impregnated me and now you can't even make soup for me?!

Zixuan: but I can't cook. *cries*

Yanli: then learn.

Zixuan: A-li. Please, have some soup.

Yanli: you have to feed me.

Zixuan: alright alright, darling. I'll feed you.

I'll take care of you too.

Yanli: if you don't, I'll be coming after those peacock feathers of yours.

I will pluck them one by one.

Zixuan: *scared* yes yes, my empress. But you don't need to.

Yanli: Zishie, where were you all day. I was lonely.

Zixuan: I had imperial work.

Yanli: really?

Zixuan: *joking* no, I went with the concubines.

Yanli: I dare you to have another concubine. I just dare you!

Zixuan: I was only joking, A-li. *feeds her* how does it taste, empress?

Yanli: *pouts like A-ling* it tastes good.

Zixuan: can you give me a smile?

Yanli: I would, but you're getting on my nerves.

Zixuan: fine darling. I'm sorry. How should I make it up to you?

Yanli: you're rich! Figure it out.

And it would be nice if you gave me a kiss and tell me you love me.

Zixuan: sure. *kisses* I love you, A-li.

How about I buy you a private island.

Yanli: *scoffs* I would like that very much. And I love you too.

Zixuan: *kisses again*

Yanli: *smiling*

Zixuan: and I'll get a mansion built there for you.

Yanli: that will be nice. *blush*

Zixuan: *rests his hand on her tunmy* how are you two going?

Yanli: I was nauseous. But not anymore.

Zixuan: is it because of the soup?

Yanli: maybe. Then I get nauseated when you stress me out.

Zixuan: how do I stress you out, A-li.

Yanli: you have some gull to ask that question.

Zixuan: but I apologized. And decided on buying you a mansion and a private beach!

Yanli: and what about the baby?

Zixuan: everything he or she asks for.

Yanli: good!

Now give them a name.

Zixuan: *smile* he's in the same generation as A-ling. So what about Ruming for a boy and Ruhua for a girl.

Yanli: awww that's beautiful.

I really want a girl.

Zixuan: me too. But I'm happy with any one.

Yanli: *smile*

Zixuan: A-li. You always make me happy

~~~

The private soiree ✨️ starts in the banquet hall.

Huaisang: Huangdi, I...I'm done cleaning the pantry. What else you want me to do.

Zixuan: you can be a waiter. But don't poison the food. *opens fan* I have an image to preserve.

And today is too auspicious for your schemes.

Huaisang: relax, cranky peacock. I won't poison the finger food.

Zixuan: what did you just call me?

Yanli: Xuanxuan. Don't be angry. As you said, it's an auspicious day.

Zixuan: ok....*sighs* anything for you.

Huaisang: *staring, lost* (what if I strangle Zixuan)

Zixuan: are you a part time piece of furniture?

Huaisang: get to work. I got it. *walks off*

Zixuan: how does Yaoyao put up with him.

Yanli: I find he's kinda cute. Heehee.

Zixuan: you call that cute?!

Yanli: also, I heard that A-cheng has a crush on him.

Zixuan: lol. Yaoyao told me the same thing. But what about Jiang cheng?

Yanli: he always suppresses his feelings. Also he says that he doesn't want to end up like A-Xian.

Zixuan: *laughing* oh my.

Announcer: entering, the Hulijing Huangdi and Wangzi along with Jinjing Official Mo!!

Yao and Rusong: *elegantly making their entrance*

Just to add a cute little detail, both A-Song and A-Yao had hand fans in their hands~ as usual.

Rusong is following the footsteps of his glamorous A-Die.

Zixuan's attendants: greetings Yao Huangdi, Rusong Wangzi..

Yao: nice to meet you. *smile*

Zixuan: Yaoyao. A-Yu!

*hugs both of them*

Yao: yess! We made it!

Mo xuanyu: Xuan gege, your place is so so beautiful as always!

Zixuan: thank you deary!!!

Rusong: uncle Zish,your empire is also beautiful. And your citizens are friendly.

Zixuan: aw *cups face* thank you Song'er. I'm happy that the future hulijing Huangdi has that to say about my empire.

Yao: cute right?

Zixuan: very!

Rusong: not to mention some young ladies trying to catch a glimpse of me.

Zixuan: *laughing* oh my!

Yanli: well little Dianxia is quite dashing.

Yao: agreed. I think it's the dimples.

Mo xuanyu: definitely.

Rusong: aunt Li, congrats!

Yanli: thank you! Song'er! My sweetheart.

Yao: congrats, sis-in-law.

Yanli: thanks A-Yao.

A-Yao, how are you. Have you been resting well?

Yao: yes. And my imperial work is going smoothly. Thanks for your concern.

Yanli: good. Zixuan said that you're a workaholic.

Yao: guilty, hehe.

Yanli: where's chief cultivator Su?

Yao: he was coming, but then he decided to keep xue yang company.

Yanli: ohh.

Mo xuanyu: you know team D sticks together. And if we leave xue yang unsupervised, he might burn something down or turn a village of people into fierce corpses. Or strangle Xichen.

I don't know..

Zixuan: oh dear.

Rusong: basically he's babysitting uncle muffin.

Yao: lol, Zish you're accustomed to team D being random.

Zixuan: yea. I feel like they're a perfect amount of random.

Yao: good you agree.

Yanli: and how are you, A-Yu.

Mo xuanyu: *hugs slighly* jiejie. I'm living the life. But I miss your soup.

Yanli: aww. I'll make it for you some time, and send it to Jingjing. Also I'll make a little extra for Ayao, Song'er and team Dimple.

Mo xuanyu: you shouldn't go through that trouble, as you're pregnant. I just said I missed your soup.

Yanli: ok ok baby Yuyu.

Zixuan: *smile* you three. Please have a seat. One of our waiters will come to make sure that it has food on your table.

Right Huaishang?

Huaisang: *rolls eyes* yes Huangdi.

Rusong: you?!! You're uncle Zish's waiter?!

Huaisang: yea Rusong.

Zixuan: *glares*

Huaisang: Rusong Wangzi.

I'm his attendant.

Rusong: good that you found something to keep you occupied. You keep causing trouble.

Huaisang; *sarcasm* thank you, Dianxia.

Zixuan: Zixun is still missing. I think I'll fire him at this point.

Yao: I know his whereabouts, Zish. But I'll tell you everything later.

Zixuan: what? Did he trouble you, A-Yao!!! Don't hesitate to tell me.

Yao: Zishie relax. It's fine. I'll tell you later.

Can you come over tomorrow?

Zixuan: sure, A-Yao. And tell me then.

Yanli: you two are so sweet! Keep preserving your bond.

Zixuan: of course.

Yao: yea sure.

Jinling: guys I'm back. I was taking care of business.

Oh hey Rusong.

Rusong: Ling gege hii!

Jinling: *hugs A-Yao and mo xuanyu* my two Xiao shushus!!

Yao: hi darling. *kisses him on his forehead*

Yanli: Ling'er, where were you? *smilie*

Jinling: first, I want to protest! A princess shouldn't be treated like this!

Mo xuanyu: ????

Yao: * giggle*

Zixuan: he's talking about fairy.

Jinling: yea, I had to tie her in the garden, because she would scare Wei Da jiu. The guy dealt with fierce corpses! How is he afraid of a cute little dog.

And fairy isn't a normal dog, right Xiao shushu.

Yao: right, haha.

Jinling: she's a spiritual dog! And a part of the family. She deserves better.

Yao: but A-Ling. It's good that you put other people's feelings into consideration. Good job.

Zixuan: yea good job, A-ling.

A-li, did I do a good job?

Yanli: mhm.

Jinling: I didn't want Wei da jiu to trample on the tables. They are expensive.

The wood that are used to make those tables are imported from Dongying!

Zixuan: well that's a fact. Would I ever own cheap things.

Jinling; anyways *grabs Rusong arm* I want Rusong to have snacks with me.

Ttyl Xiao shushu and A-Die.

Ruosng: lol I would love to!

~~~

Announcer: entering, Clan leader Jiang, the Yiling laozu and the honorable Hanguang Jun!

Wuxian: stop it! I'm not the Yiling laozu anymore! I retired to live with my husband. When would peacock change that.

Jiang cheng: behave!!

Wuxian: you can't tell me what to do!

Jiang cheng: but I can and will whip you.

Huaisang: *looking at Jiang cheng* (aaa. What kinda Cinderella story is this? I'm being slaved, day and night by a crazy emperor, and now my purple grape prince has arrived to sweep me off my feet. Awwww)

Jintang: uh, Huaisang.

Gosh he's daydreaming again.

Lan zhan: Wei ying is on his best behavior.

No need to whip him.

Jiang cheng: every time you open your mouth, I get more disgusted by you and your side piece.

Jinling: Jiujiu!!!!

Jiang cheng: hey kid.

Oh hi Rusong Dianxia. That means that lianfang Zun, I mean Huangdi. Is here.

Yao: guessed right!

Jiang cheng and wuxian: *racing towards Yanli* Jiejie!! Shijie!!

Wuxian: what did that horny peacock do to you.

Jiang cheng: we'll break his legs.

Yanli: *laughing* two, relax!

Jiang cheng: congrats!!

Here are some fresh fruits.

Yanli: thank you, A-cheng.

Wuxian: and here are some lotus seeds.

Yanli: awww thanks. You two are the best.

Jiang cheng: I'm so happy to be an uncle again!

Wuxian: yea same. But I'm a cooler uncle.

Jiang cheng: never.

Jiejie's child will be close to me like A-Ling.

Wuxian: no! He or she will be close to me! And lan zhan will teach teach them the Qin.

Jiang cheng: would I ever let my niece or nephew come around you two shameless people.

Yanli: A-cheng. A-xian. Stop fighting. *touches their faces* they will be close to both of you.

Zixuan: yea, don't start a fight. I have antique furniture.

Wuxian: were we even speaking to you?

Jiang cheng: how dare you.

Zixuan: ugh. *rolls eyes* you can't talk to me like that.

Wuxian: oh yes I can! My sister is the empress.

Jiang cheng: that's right!

Lan zhan: congratulations, Miss Jiang.

Yanli: thank you Hanguang Jun. *goes to bow in respect*

Lan zhan: don't. It's not good for the baby.

Yanli: aww.

~~~

Later on~~

Jiang cheng: *talking to Yanli*

You should take care of yourself ok, jiejie.

Yanli: sure. And I'll make a visit to lotus pier soon.

Jiang cheng: tell me when. I'll send a caravan.

Yanli: that's so thoughtful.

Wuxian: that's must, Shijie. And take care.

Yanli: sure.

Wuxian: lianfang zun!

I mean, Yao Huangdi.

Yao: *smile* Wei gongzi.

Wuxian: so you tied down a Lan, good job! I don't see him in the cloud recesses.

Yao: aha yes, he's a part of my harem now.

Wuxian: good. Here's a technique to reset your Lan.

*whisper* when you don't get your way, say that he doesn't care about you. He'll come like a helpless bunny when you do.

Yao: awwww good idea!! I'll try it. But he's already a little bunny, because I run things.

Yes A-Yao, of course A-Yao. As you wish A-Yao. Whatever you want A-Yao. Heehee.

Wuxian: good!! I can relate with Lan zhan.

These Lans are head over heels for us.

Yao: yup. And we don't even try.

Wuxian: *looking at mxy* ohh hey handsome.

Lan zhan: *jealous*

Mo xuanyu: you're the yiling laozu??!! C..can...I get your autograph..

Wuxian: I don't have a brush on me. Sorry. And I'm the retired yiling laozu.

Mo xuanyu: where are your demonic cultivation books?

Wuxian: stolen.

Mo xuanyu: you're very careless!

Anyways, can you believe that people say I look like you?

Wuxian: yea, that's why I said that you're handsome.

Mo xuanyu: *rolls eyes* self centered.

Jinling: A-niang, A-song and I are going for a walk in the city. We'll be back.

Yanli: aw. I know that all eyes will be on you two cuties. Go ahead.

Zixuan: both are very handsome and fabulous indeed.

To be continued .......

#the huli jing emperor #dimpledlianfang #jin guangyao #foxyao #jin zixuan #meng yao #part 2 #su she #the untamed #hulijing emperor 2 #yanli

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ prompt: "I got you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn." / "Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

♡ pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / I was listening to Theme from New York, New York by Frank Sinatra and felt like it fit Percy so well. I feel like all of Percy's vibe just screams Frank Sinatra in some way.

you always found it odd that so many kids from the Aphrodite cabin had told you that they felt you and Percy were bound to be together. at the time, you found it almost offensive considering he was dating Annabeth but a few months after, you along with everyone else heard that they had broken up.

you felt like you weren't within your rights to ask why they broke up, even if he was your close friend, and just waited until he told you himself. you found it surprising. everyone in the camp felt as though Annabeth and Percy were going to make it all the way to marriage but when he told you that they had fallen out of love, you sat in shock.

it had been a few months since then and while they remained friends, you could tell Annabeth was already going on a few dates herself, to which you felt happy for her. all the while, Percy hadn't seemed interested in anyone. you knew a lot of people would fall at the knees to date him but you couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't accepted any.

"whatcha doin'?" you heard Percy ask, practically barging into your room. you looked up from your notebook, shaking your head, "not much, why?" you asked. he pulled something out of his pocket, "my mom, Paul, and I are going to watch the Yankee's game and we have a spare ticket. wanna come along?"

you smiled, immediately getting up and pushing your chair in.

"hell yeah I want to go! lets go Jackson," you said, kicking him in the back of the leg as he passed you the ticket. you saw the time and stood confused, "the tickets say seven and it's only three?" you asked. he pushed you along as the two of you walked out of the camp.

"my mom wants to catch pizza before the game. she claims we haven't spent enough time together lately."

you giggled, "please, that's so sweet. being the daughter of Ares, it's not exactly something he'd want to do....ever," Percy shoved you but didn't press it any longer. he knew your dad was an asshole and so were all your siblings and he meant that in the most respectful way possible.

the subway ride to Percy's mom's place was filled with you and Percy talking about anything and everything. you knew Percy could've told any of the boys to come along so you found it a bit endearing to know that he picked you to come along. you were also meeting his mom for the first time so you were a bit nervous on that end.

"my sister should be awake. she's usually up and trying to crawl around this time." your eyes widened realizing he was talking about Estelle. you knew she was only a few months old and meant that she was not walking yet, "oh my god, a baby!" you clapped happily as you walked up the stairs.

Sally's apartment stood at the very top of the building and you heard giggles coming from the other side of the door. Percy practically barged into the apartment, seeing Estelle on the ground as Sally tried fixing her onesie.

"hey mom!" he said bending down to grab Estelle as Sally stood up, " you must be ( your name ), nice to meet you," she said excitedly as she brought you in for a hug. you were taken back by the sudden hug but returned it, "nice to meet you as well. is that your daughter?" you asked, the itching feeling to wanting to hold her creeping up.

she nodded, grabbing Estelle and handing her over to you, "oh my god, you're precious. Percy, she's adorable!" you exclaimed, instantly making her jump in your arms. Percy gave you a smile as you looked to Sally, "is she attending the game? looks like she's ready with her little gear," you asked as you saw the Yankee's onesie on her.

Sally agreed, saying that she didn't want to separate from Estelle from too long. you helped Sally put Estelle's jacket and hat on as Percy and Paul spoke with each other, "she's so cute, I can't handle it," you tried not to squeal as Sally laughed, "fan of babies?" she asked.

you shrugged, "I wouldn't say fan but infants are just so cute," you gushed, squishing Estelle's cheeks. all of you walked out as you had her in your arms while Percy tried making her laugh.

Paul and Sally watched as they smiled to each other, "they'd make great parents," Paul murmured as Sally agreed, "not right now but in five years, I wouldn't mind seeing grandkids," you were paying no mind as you and Percy were in your own little world with his sister.

the ride to Yankee stadium was a short one as everyone was crowded around each other. all of you got quickly scanned in and sat towards the front of the crowd. you sat in between Percy and Sally as you had Estelle on your leg. you knew Paul and Percy were the bigger fans as you and Sally went along for the fun time. you knew the basics of baseball but you like Sally were confused on some parts.

the rivalry ran deep as the Yankee's were playing the Red Sox's and you could tell both of the boys were getting extremely into the game. Paul and Percy screaming to a few Sox's fans with words you were surprised that Percy even said in front of his mom. you looked over to Sally and started laughing as you heard both of the heavy New York accents coming out of them.

"I don't think I've ever seen Percy this invested in anything....ever," you murmured to Sally as she agreed, "he was a fan when he was a child but he was never like this," she replied as Percy stood up again, screaming at the top of his lungs that a player was safe.

both you and Sally remained talking amongst each other, briefly getting up to get drinks for the other two. you had offered to feed Estelle her bottle as Sally sipped on a glass of wine. you knew caring for an infant was hard but you knew that she birthed Percy, someone who was probably ten times harder to deal with as a baby.

"we should get going but the two of you should stay for the rest of the game. who knows when's the next time you'll get a chance to see a game," Paul and Sally told the two of you a bit later on. you nodded understandingly, "of course, thank you inviting me," you whispered as you gave Sally a hug.

she smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek, "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around a lot more so I'll see you later," you wondered what she meant by as she turned to tell Percy goodbye. you didn't bother to ask as you felt the New York breeze start to get colder. Percy could tell as you turned over to him, "would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It probably smells like you," you asked.

Percy didn't hesitate to take off his hoodie, placing it on your lap as you quickly put it on. you were drowning it as you smelled Percy's cologne right away. he had a ocean and wood smell to him. the game was in its eighth inning, the Yankee's leading the score with 10-8. you knew Chiron would want all of you back at camp before midnight and the ride back to the camp would be long.

"wanna head back, I can tell you're getting sleepy," you heard Percy whisper in your ear. you nodded, lifting your head from his shoulder as the two of walked out of the stadium. the stars littered the sky as there was no cloud in sight, "tonight was fun. your family is so cute," you told Percy.

he smiled, "I know, it took a long time to get us here," he murmured. you gave him a smile as you felt Percy slowly slip his hand in yours. you gave him a look as he tried to hide his blush, "aw, it's Theme from New York New York by Frank Sinatra," you told him as you squeezed his hand in approval.

you heard fans drunkenly singing along to the song on the subway as you and Percy laughed, "I want to be apart of it...NEW YORK, NEW YORK," both you and Percy sang, giggling with each other. Percy was holding your side as the subway was in complete shambles with everyone singing.

"If I can make it there, I'll make it practically anywhere, It's up to you, New York, New York!"

you looked up to Percy who was already staring down at you lovingly. you felt him bend down a bit, placing a kiss on your lips as you instantly returned it.

"And find that I'm number one, Top of the list, King of the hill."

the crowd continued to sing as you gave Percy a smile and snuggled closer to him. you heard the subway ding off the stop as you and Percy hopped off. you remained in Percy's side embrace as the two of you entered the camp. most of the campers were asleep as only a few scarce campers were still awake.

Percy dropped you off at the door of the Ares cabin, "thank you for today," you whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. he nodded, placing one back on yours as he grabbed your hand and gave it a quick squeeze, "we should do it again," he whispered back.

you agreed, opening the door and blowing him a kiss in return before shutting it. Percy stood in place for a moment before jumping in Breakfast Club style. he walked back to his cabin, a smile plastered on his face as he fell into bed, as happy as ever.

you woke up the next morning, all of your siblings already gone as you heard a knock on your door. you had fell asleep with Percy's sweater on and a pair of shorts as you released a yawn of sleepiness. you walked over to the door and laughed tiredly, seeing as it was Percy.

"I got you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn," you saw the bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and laughed as you grabbed it and sat on the steps of your cabin, "I appreciate it," you said, placing a kiss on his cheek, making his blush again.

#pjo x reader #pjo imagine #percy jackson #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x you #fic #percy jackson fic #heroes of olympus fic #heroes of olympus imagine

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Give Yourself a Try

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers

Synopsis: you and Peter hate each other, which becomes a problem when you’re given a group project

Part two and three

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“Good morning Ned.” You kindly greeted as you took your seat in front of Peter in your first period physics class.

“Morning Y/n.” Ned said back, gearing up for what he knew was coming.

“I really like your makeup today, Y/n.” Peter smiled as he leaned forward in his seat. “Is it hard balancing your schoolwork with your job at the circus?”

“Not at all.” You smiled sweetly at him as you turned around. “I could get you a job there if you’d like. We’ve been needing something small to feed to the lions between shows. You’d be perfect.”

“Small? Darling, you must be mistaken.” Peter kept a sickly sweet grin on. “I’m bigger than your boyfriend of the week over there.”

“Silly goose.” You scrunched your nose at him. “Harry Osborn is not my boyfriend. And just so you know, steroids are really bad for you. I’m worried about your well being.”

“I’m not on steroids.” Peter hissed, dropping the act. “Stop trying to start that rumor.”

“Why not?” You shot back. “You had no trouble spreading the rumor that I was the one who killed Herbie the hamster when we all know it was you who left the door open after cleaning his cage.”

“Are you kidding me? That was fifth grade.” He whispered harshly.

“I will never forget it.” You snapped back.

“Ahem.” The teacher cleared her throat as she stared at you and Peter with an annoyed expression. This was an everyday occurrence in her class, and any other class you had with Peter. You hated each other and everyone knew it. You and Peter stopped arguing and slumped in your seats, giving each other one last look of disdain.

“Instead of a final exam this semester, I’ll be giving you a final project.” The teacher continued. “You’ll be working with one other student.”

“Nice. We can finally present our work on quantum physics.” Peter excitedly high fived Ned.

“Can you guys reschedule your virgin convention for later?” You asked seriously. “I’m trying to listen.”

“Because of the disappointing grades on the last project, I will be assigning your partners.” The teacher went on.

“Don’t worry.” Peter whispered to Ned again. “We could still end up together. We got an A last time so she knows we work well together.”

“We got an A last time.” You mimicked his voice and moved your hand like a puppet.

“Yeah. An A.” Peter said as he leaned forward in his seat. “You know, like your bra size.”

“What did you just say to me?” You snapped as you whipped around. He had on his infamous shit eating grin that you hated.

“Young man, can you please stop interrupting our conversation?” He said as he held up a hand. Your jaw dropped at the insult, face growing warm with anger. You decide not to give him the satisfaction of an insult exchange and turned around in your seat. Your teacher began to list off the partners for the projects.

“Leeds, Stacy.” She called out. “You’ll be working together.”

“Sorry, man. But also, not sorry man.” Ness frown quickly turned into a smile. “Gwen, over here!”

“Aw.” You snickered as you turned around on your chair. “I feel bad for whoever gets stuck with you now. That poor, unfortunate soul.”

“Parker. L/n. You’ll be working together.”

“What?” You and Peter screamed in unison. You gave each other an angry look before looking at your teacher in protest.

“You two are always holding up my class and I’m tired of it.” She held up a hand. “This project will teach you how to finally get along and stop disrupting me while I teach.”

“Mrs. Avery, with all due respect, I can feel myself getting more disruptive already.” You told her.

“I think that’s your STD.” Peter mumbled.

“You two need to learn how to be professional and amicable.” She ignored your protest. “You won’t always like your peers. But you will always have to collaborate with them at some point.”

“I understand that.” You assured her. “But if we do this project together, my fist is going to collaborate with Peters face.”

“That’s a threat.” Peter piped up. “I’d like to file a report.”

“And I’d like to take that report and shove it up your-“

“Enough.” Mrs. Avery cut you off. “You will be working together and that is final.”

You both shrunk in your seats, fuming with anger over the teachers decision. You didn’t cause any more disruptions throughout the class and quickly left once the bell rang.

Peter saw you at your locker, which was coincidentally next to his locker, spraying some perfume on.

“Darling!” Peter exclaimed as he stood next to you. “So good to see you! You know how much I love when you hog all the locker space and make the entire hallways smell like perfume.”

“Why, thank you.” You touched your hand to your heart. “As I’m sure you know, some of us prefer to smell like things other than Neosporin and baby powder. After all, that’s your signature scent and I’d just hate to step on your toes.”

“I didn’t know. Thank you for opening your gigantic mouth and telling me!” Peter said through a toothy grin.

“Oh, Peter.” You laughed airily. “You’re very welcome, you sad sack of shit.”

“Classy.” Peter faked a smile as he opened his locker. “Do you want to come over to my house after school to work on the project? I live walking distance from here.”

“What? No.” You scoffed. “You’re not getting me to a secondary location. We’ll work in the library.”

“Actually, we won’t, because it’s closed for maintenance.” He replied with a tight smile.

“I wish you were closed for maintenance.” Yoh grumbled as you zipped up your bag.

“Hilarious.” He fake laughed loudly. “Are you coming over or not?”

“Not.” You said in disgust. “I don’t know you or your parents. You might try to kill me as a part of some Parker family cult ritual.”

“My parents are dead.” He told you, unamused. “It’s just me and my aunt.”

“Is your aunt a cult leader?” You asked.

“No.” He groaned.

“Cult member?”

“No. All she does is cheat at cross world puzzles and shop at Whole Foods.” He said.

“So you lied.” You slammed your locker and looked at him. “She’s in the Whole Foods cult.”

“Can you try not to be difficult for two minutes, please? We need to get this project done.”

“Jokes on you, Parker.” You folded your arms. “Difficult is my lowest setting.”

“Ooo. Scary.” He mocked you. “What’s your highest? Because I’m pretty sure I saw it last Tuesday when your backpack got stuck on the door handle and you decided to blame me.”

“I know that was your fault. And I go from difficult to hooligan to the step mom from Parent Trap.” You shrugged.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” Peter replied as he slapped his knee. You raised an eyebrow at him, judging him for his material.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“You’re gonna be sorry.” You told him. “Where do you live again?”

“Waking distance from here. I said that less than five minutes ago.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Well I didn’t hear that because I tune you out when you speak. You know, like most people do.” You said sweetly.

“Wow, you’re so funny.” Peter said sarcastically. “If I meet you here at the end of the day, will you come home with me?”

“Fine.” You huffed. “I’ll go home with you. But if I start detecting any cult shit going on, I’m leaving.”

“Fine by me.” He scoffed. “I’ll see you later.”

“Are you ready to go?” Peter asked after the last bell had rang. You shouldered your backpack and shut your locker, feeling unusually anxious around him. You could deal with Peter for 40 minutes at a time when all you did was trade insults. Something about walking to his home together and spending time alone knocked the confidence right out of you.

“I’m ready.” You nodded.

“What, no insult?” He asked. “No mocking of my voice?”

“We were assigned each other as partners so we could learn to be civil, right?” You shrugged. “I guess I’m just mature enough to give it a try.”

“There she is.” Peter smiled as you began to walk in the direction of his apartment. “There’s my girl.”

You looked to the side when you heard him say this, unsure of how it made you feel. You often called each other pet names ironically, but this felt different. There was a change in the dynamic between the two of you and it was clouding your judgment.

You let Peter do all the talking as you walked home, thankful that he lived so close to the school. He spewed out ideas for the project the entire elevator ride up and didn’t stop until you were standing outside his bedroom door.

Peter stopped talking and opened the door, gesturing for you to go inside. You made a face at him before walking, staying in one spot as he shut the door and sat down. You were frozen as you looked around his room, not liking how human it made him. He had notes from classes you didn’t have with him strewn around and an open first aid kit on his desk.

“You can sit.” He chuckled when he noticed how stiff you were.

“I’m scared to.” You admitted.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. Something about sitting on this boys bed with him seemed finalizing, like you’d be opening a door you couldn’t close.

“Just sit down.” He repeated. “I didn’t rig the place with boobytraps, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s what someone who rigged the place with booby traps would say.” You replied as you took a hesitant seat on his bed.

“There. Isnt that nice?” He asked sarcastically.

“No.” You said immediately. “Am I the first girl to ever sit on your bed?”

“Psh. No.”

“I’ll take that as a yes ma’am.” You mumbled.

“Whatever.” He replied. “What do you want to do the project on?”

“How about micropenises?” You suggested. “You won’t even have to do any research.”

“Haha. So funny.” He rolled his eyes. “You are so annoying it’s actually impressive.”

“Please.” You laughed. “You so have a crush on me.”

“What?” His entire face went red. “No I don’t.”

“No I don’t.” You mimicked his voice. “Yes you do. That’s why you’re up my ass all the time.”

“That makes no sense.” He scoffed.

“It makes total sense.” You insisted. “You know I’ll never like you back, so you made me hate you. That way, you still get to talk to me all the time. Genius, really. I applaud you.”

“That’s a nice little fantasy you’ve created for yourself. Is that what you tell yourself to help you fall asleep?” He teased you.

“Yep.” You smiled brightly. “Right after I finger blast myself to the thought of you in your Catholic schoolboy sweaters.”

“Oh my God.” His cheeks turned even redder at your inappropriate joke.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” You used his words from earlier.

“They were right.” He said, making you laugh.

“God, I love it when you talk down to me.” You fanned yourself. “Can you tell me how to change a tire?”

Peter began to laugh as well, looking at you as you both laughed. You quickly stopped laughing when you realized you just gave him a genuine smile and looked away.

“Do you want to do the project on tensile strength?” You suggested to break the tension. “I know you’re weirdly into that.”

“How’d you know?” He wondered.

“You almost popped a boner when we talked about in last month.” You teased him. “It’s just rope, dude.”

“It’s not just rope. It’s the force-“

“-the force required to pull something until it breaks. I know.” You finished his sentence. “I’m smart too, you know.”

“Oh.” He was dumbfounded that you knew something he was interested in. “I didn’t know.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Women use brain sometime. Woman say smart thing like man.”

Peter laughed again, realizing you were actually kind of funny when you wanted to be.

“I’m not a misogynist, you know.” Peter said after a beat. “You don’t have to make jokes like that. I may not like you, but I respect you.”

“You respect me?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

“I respect all women. The strongest person I know is my Aunt. Plus, I’ve still never met anyone who was as smart as my mom. I wouldn’t be half the man I was if it weren’t for the women who raised me.” He shrugged. “But it would be ignorant and naive of me to only respect woman who are related to me in some way. So I respect all of them unless they give me a reason not to.”

“Have I given you a reason not to?” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Not yet.” He chuckled to himself. “You’re annoying, but you’re brilliant. I know you would never admit this, but we’re basically the same person. You’re just more extroverted so you have more friends and popularity. And you’re smart but you don’t make that your whole personality, so it impresses more people when you let your intelligence show.”

Your body language shifted when you realized he was actually a nice guy. He clearly paid attention to you and was impressed by what he saw. You didn’t say anything, so Peter kept going.

“People lean in to listen when you start speaking instead of tuning you out.” He brought up your insult from earlier, and you felt bad. You didn’t realize he admired you in any way and you felt guilty for always teasing him. Peter’s kept his eyes down, playing with his fingers to distract himself.

“You’re…you’re kind of every thing I wanted to be.” He said quietly. You smiled softly at him, but he didn’t see it. It was the first time you had a nice moment with Peter, and you didn’t hate it. You could tell he was beginning to panic for sharing so much, so you reached forward and tilted his chin up to look at you. His wide eyes met yours and you gave him a small smile.

“How did your parents die?” You asked quietly, immediately ruining the moment.

“Damn.” Peter pulled away with a shocked laugh. “When was your first period?”

“All right. I get your point.” You rolled your eyes. “That was a little abrupt.”

“You’re telling me.” He teased. You sat in silence for a moment, neither of you sure where to go from there. You knew Peter was still processing you touching his face, so you talked first.

“My parents are dead too.” You said without looking up at him.

“They are?” He asked, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.

“Yeah.” You looked up and gave him a sad smile. “But if you think we’re gonna take a turn and fall in love because we have similar trauma, you’re wrong. I can’t stand orphans.”

“But you’re an orphan.” He reminded you.

“And?”

“Never mind.” He shook his head. “I have a feeling I won’t be getting through to you.”

“Probably not.” You agreed. “Tell me more, though. Did your parents die doing something cool?”

“I don’t really know.” He shrugged. “It was a plane crash. That’s all I’ve been told.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “Sounds lame.”

“What?”

“A plane crash?” You raised your eyebrow. “That’s so boring. Yawn.”

“Excuse me?” He laughed in shock again. “Fine. How did your parents die?”

“Firefighters.” You said proudly. “Died saving three children.”

“Wow.” Peter sat back, stumped.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I was one of them.”

“Seriously?” His eyes widened as he fought the urge to hold your hand.

“No. I’m fucking with you.” You began to laugh as he let out a groan.

“Why would you do that to me?” He whined. “You had me, for a minute there.”

“What can I say? I’m an actor.” You flipped your hair ostentatiously.

“What actually happened?” He wondered. You stopped smiling and bit your bottom lip.

“Drunk driver.” You told him. He didn’t fight the urge this time and reached over to take your hand in his. You stared at your interlocked hands, wondering if you should pull away or not. On the one hand, he was your enemy. But that didn’t make his warmth any less inviting.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “That must have been really hard on you.”

“You know the feeling, don’t you?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I do.” He nodded. “And I know how much it sucked to not have someone who knew how it felt. You don’t have to feel that way anymore. Neither of us do.”

You opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it, not wanting to ruin the moment again. The guy holding your hand was not the same guy who sat behind you in physics. This guy was someone you actually liked.

“I might have misjudged you, Peter Parker.” You laughed shyly. “You might not be as unbearable as I remembered.”

“And you might not be the frigid bitch I thought you were.” He matched your tone.

“Watch it.” You warned.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“You were right.” You said after a beat. “We are pretty much the same person. I never realized that before.”

“Maybe that’s why we don’t get along.” He shrugged, rubbing soft circles into your hand.

“I’d be willing to give it a try, if you were.” You said sheepishly. “Who knows? I might just like you.”

“You want to give this a try?” He asked, eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Why not?” You shrugged. “What do I have to lose?”

“Okay.” He nodded eagerly. “Then we’ll try.”

“Cool.” You smiled.

“Cool.” He said before leaning in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as his fluttered shut, making you realize you were on different pages. His lips made contact with yours for a few seconds before you pushed him off.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Kissing you?” He asked in confusion as hurt flashed in his eyes.

“Why the hell would you do that?” You exclaimed, still in shock. You got off the bed and backed away from him, trying to process what just happened.

“You said we were giving it a try!” He was shouting now too, but not out of anger. “I thought we were finally admitting that we like each other.”

“I meant giving friendship a try! I never said anything about a relationship.” You shouted. You quieted down when you saw the upset look on his face. “You... you like me?”

“I thought it was obvious.” He said quietly. “I-I thought you knew. You said it before and I just…I thought you knew.”

“Peter, I was joking when I said all that stuff.” You calmed down and sat back on his bed. “I didn’t actually think you liked me.”

“Oh.” He blinked a few times before looking down. “I…I do.”

“Peter, I’m sorry.” You reached for his hand again but his withdrew it.

“No, it’s my fault.” He shook his head and got off the bed. “I misunderstood the situation.”

“Peter, wait.” You caught him by the wrists and pulled him back down to the bed. He sat down again but looked anywhere but at you. You could see that his eyes were glassy so you put a hand on his face.

“You were right.” His voice wavered. “I did like you and I did think you’d never like me back. That’s why I always tease you. I just wanted you to talk to me.”

“Pete.” You whispered, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t want to be here right now. I’ll email you my part of the project and-“

You cut him off by wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You both had your eyes closed this time and it lasted much longer. Your lips moved against his slowly and you could feel how inexperienced he was. Even so, it was perfect. You pulled away after a minute and looked into his eyes, feeling better now that there were no traces of sadness in them.

“You kissed me.” He said, dumbfounded.

“I can’t know I don’t like you back if I never give you a chance.” You shrugged as you withdrew your hand from his face.

“Well what did you decide?” He asked curiously. You puckered your lips and tilted your head, staring at him as if you were making a decision.

“I still think you’re super annoying.” You concluded.

“Okay.” Peter nodded.

“But it’s an annoying I’m willing to put up with.” You decided as you slipped your hand back into his. Peter broke out into a smile and nodded again.

“Okay.”

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A Day in the Life (Lost Ones)

Summary: A day with the new parents and how some of their friends reaction to their new bit of joy.

Pairings: Platonic! Parental! Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, and Dream x F! Child! Reader

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Warnings : (In Phil’s Specifically) Death, Violence. (Generally) Swearing

A/N: Just so you know (F/L) means First Letter of your first name. Hope you guys enjoy! ♥

Tommy

Tommy didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.

Tubbo was even more clueless.

When Tommy first came onto Tubbo’s doorstep frantically talking about being a father with a crying baby, Tubbo was in a state of great concern for his best friend. Tubbo knew Tommy as a scammer and a very…bold individual, to put it nicely. He did not think his friend had what it took to be any sort of fatherly figure. He was just too young and he was too…outgoing.

The first day, the pair worked hard to figure out how to make the infant stop crying. They found out she just needed food and a diaper change. Tommy had groaned in relief, sitting on Tubbo’s floor as he held the baby feeding her the milk. From there, Tubbo questioned where he even found a child.

“She was abandoned in a basket, in a tree. I decided to be a big man about it and take her in.”

“Are you crazy? Tommy, you didn’t even know her gender until two minutes ago.”

“Shut up.” Tommy huffed looking at his friend as he stopped giving (Y/N) milk for the moment. “I can figure it out, I’m still new to this Tubbo.”

“I think maybe we should give her to one of the other guys. We don’t know what to do, we just ran around my house for five minutes trying to make her stop crying for god’s sake.”

“I’ll figure it out! Even without your help.” Tommy looked back down at the infant, continuing to feed her.

So, Tubbo went along with it. Tommy was stubborn and to make sure the baby didn’t get hurt, Tubbo said he’d help his friend. To be fair, they didn’t have to do much, it was just a lot of work to do the few things and barely any time to do the same adventures they use to do.

Tommy was determined to do most of it on his own, only going to Tubbo when he was desperate for help. Which were a few times a week. He got better and better though, learning what (Y/N) needed and when.

Tommy had managed to make a crib all on his own (with a couple of tries) and he discovered, (Y/N) liked her crib at the end of his bed. She just liked being close to Tommy often and he actually didn’t mind. He was proud to show off his baby.

When he had shown her off to the others, they had all been in various bits of shock. Of course, when he first introduced her, the first thing he shouted was always;

“I’m a father now bitch! Meet (Y/N)!”

As he would, (Y/N) would giggle and babble, his excited energy rubbing off on her. After their various bits of shock (and Bad telling him to watch his language even more now that there was a baby), they would indeed think (Y/N) was cute but give him the same advice as Tubbo. Give her to an adult.

“None of them! None of them think I can take care of you.” Tommy huffed as (Y/N) finished her milk for the hour. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”

Tommy did struggle often. He didn’t get as much sleep as he once did, he stayed inside with (Y/N) more. It was a big change, but he was taking it seriously despite all his jokes. Just, no one could see it because they only saw Tommy as a child.

“Well, they’re all idiots. I know I have this.” Tommy told the infant as he sat back in bed, holding her. “Right Little (F/L)?”

(Y/N) squirmed slightly, babbling and Tommy smiled.

“Right! It’s that time.” He grinned as he stood up, going into his chests next to his jukebox.

As he pulled out one of his discs, Tubbo knocked on the door as he came in.

“Hey, am I interrupting?” He asked.

“No, you’re actually in time Big T!” Tommy said as he put the red labeled disc on.

“For what?” Tubbo questioned confused as Tommy sat down.

The music started to play and (Y/N) relaxed in Tommy’s arms. Tommy smiled softly, gently rocking her in his arms as he hummed along to the music. Tubbo was staring in amazement from behind Tommy’s seat.

“Do you…do you do this often?”

“Of course.” Tommy grinned at his best friend. “She’s got to learn great music. And look, she loves it so much she falls asleep.”

He was correct as when Tubbo looked, (Y/N) was giving a tiny yawn as she nuzzled into Tommy.

“Every day after lunch, I play the disc I got when I found her and she takes a nap.” Tommy quieted down; startling Tubbo as Tommy never quieted down. “I want to find more to let her hear more.”

Tommy put her down in her crib once she was fully asleep, motioning to the door. They both left as the music kept playing.

“We should go get more discs tomorrow.” Tommy declared, keeping his voice level as he went through his chests. “(Y/N) needs to hear them all and I want to have them all.”

“You…do that every day?” Tubbo said, still caught up on Tommy’s gentleness.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Of course, I do. (Y/N) likes it and I like it so that’s our routine Tubbo. Sometimes it takes a while though and I have to move around the room.”

He didn’t mention that he danced to the music with her though, laughing with her as she would giggle, slightly embarrassed about the cute routine.

“So, are we going to go out tomorrow and get some discs or not?” Tommy grinned at his friend.

Tubbo stood there, thinking over what he had just seen. He thought about how he was actually wrong about Tommy. His best friend really cared about the girl; his own little girl. Tommy had acted drastically different than what he usually did to make sure she was well and happy. The taller boy was actually taking this very seriously and Tubbo couldn’t help but be proud of his friend.

“Tubbo.” Tommy snapped his fingers, looking at him disapprovingly.

“Oh, yeah. Let’s get some discs tomorrow. It’s been forever since we’ve gone on an adventure.” Tubbo smiled.

He thought Tommy could do this whole dad thing right.

…

Then he slightly regretted his words in the morning when Tommy showed up with the little girl and his adventuring gear.

“We are not taking (Y/N). It’s dangerous Tommy!” Tubbo protested.

“Nothing will happen to her; I wouldn’t let it. Neither would you. And try and say no to this face.” Tommy showed her off, grinning. “Come on now Uncle Tubbo.”

Tubbo paused, getting slightly giddy. “Uncle Tubbo?”

“Of course! Now! Let’s go get some discs!” Tommy took lead.

“…Wait! You distracted me!” Tubbo called exasperated as he followed his best friend.

(Y/N) giggled as Tommy grinned wider. Tommy was stubborn but in the case of being a father, it was a good thing as it meant his baby would grow up healthy and happy and he could care less about what others would say.

Wilbur

L’Manberg didn’t have many secrets but it had one well-guarded one. That would be the simple fact that (Y/N) existed.

After the first night with the new baby, Wilbur had gathered all the men inside the van.

“Time to greet the people little one.” He smiled as he heard the commotion of Tommy trying to command the others.

Coming out, he put on a serious face as everyone went quiet. Of course, Eret and Fundy already knew. The teenager had his arms crossed, looking away from his father and new sister, as Eret gave a small smile. The other two of L’Manberg…

“Did you fuck another fish?!” Tommy shouted in exasperation to his brother.

Fundy gave Tommy an offended glare as (Y/N) squirmed at the sudden loud noise.

“Tommy, quiet down now,” Wilbur told him as he gently rocked the little girl, Tubbo awing at how adorable she was. “Eret found her left outside the walls last night. I’m taking her in as she was obviously abandoned. So, meet the first woman of L’Manberg, (Y/N).”

“(Y/N) is a wonderful name.” Eret smiled a bit wider.

“She’s so cute and small,” Tubbo said, taking a step closer to get a better look at her.

Tommy huffed, already bored as Fundy simply stayed quiet.

“That being said, we are in the middle of a war.”

The weight of everything came back to rest on their shoulders as everyone with a smile stopped holding one. It was a dangerous time for all of them, no one able to leave the walls without a friend. Walls that were supposed to mean their freedom.

“That’s why no one must know (Y/N) exists. She must be a secret from all of the Dream SMP. They’ve shown how ruthless they can be and I don’t want to think about what they’d do if they knew about her. So, beyond these walls, (Y/N) doesn’t exist.”

Everyone gave a nod at the same time as (Y/N) had started to play with the ruffles on Wilbur’s uniform. He smiled gently as her as he took her hand, letting her play with his finger instead before looking dead serious at his men again.

“I can’t have just a nod. I need you to be verbal. This will not be taken lightly.”

Tommy spoke first as he gave a salute. “You have my word, Wilbur!”

Wilbur cracked a small smile; he could always rely on his little brother. “Good, now quiet down a bit.”

From there, it was a chorus of promises and she was their biggest secret that united them. Not even a traitor would dare breath word of her place in their walls.

The men could see a difference in their leader every day since then.

He left the van more often, actually going to his own home in the walls. Daily, everyone would see him carrying (Y/N) with him in her own little uniform he made on a walk within the walls. He sang more often like he used to before the declaration of war was made in order to soothe the little girl or simply to make her smile. There was a reason for him to relax and be soft and everyone was rather glad after all the weight he had been forced to hold.

Wilbur also saw the change in his men as the days went on.

Tubbo found joy with such an adorable new addition. He would sometimes join Wilbur on his daily walks within the walls to have a chance to hold the small girl. The young boy loved to also give her little gifts, usually toys he thought she’d like. He was very excited when Wilbur told him that she slept with a bee plushie he had gotten her.

Tommy was curious about her. Such a small thing, he was certain he was way bigger than her when he was that young. Wilbur let him hold her on the occasion if Tommy asked, but wouldn’t wonder if Tommy was holding her. He had faith in his little brother, but his eccentric energy just put Wilbur a little on edge. Often, Tommy would brag to the little girl that he’d be the coolest uncle and teach her many swear words when she got older, much to Wilbur’s dismay.

Eret did like the little girl, he really did as she was such a precious little thing, but he tried not to put too much attachment to her. He had begun…he had begun a different path and he didn’t want to also betray the little girl. And, the more separation he felt from her, the easier it was to lie about her existence. Though, there was the occasion he would do the same as Tubbo and gave her a toy or two, unable to help it as it put a smile on his face.

Fundy was different. He had been an only child for most of his life and now he had a little sister? It was only natural that he was jealous and sulked at all the attention she got from their father. Their father did try to include Fundy though; inviting every day on their walks, offering to let her feed instead, asking to play his piano while Wilbur sang. Unfortunately, Fundy wanted nothing to do with his little sister, often saying he hated her, which repeatedly broke Wilbur’s heart but he had faith; he’d change his son’s mind.

“I’m trying to have a peace talk with Dream today,” Wilbur told Fundy as he shrugged on his jacket while Fundy was sitting in the front seat of the van.

“Ok, and?” Fundy looked up at him.

“I’m taking Tubbo and Eret, Tommy’s staying guard and you.” Wilbur handed him a piece of paper. “And you are taking care of your sister.”

“What?! What the hell?” Fundy exclaimed, jumping up.

Wilbur put the paper in Fundy’s hand. “I have to go and try and make peace. I have faith in you son. (Y/N) would love to spend time with you anyways. Take good care of her alright? I don’t trust Tommy to watch her for so long but if you really need help, get him.”

“What…Why do I have to watch the brat?”

Wilbur gave him a stern look. “Fundy, she is your little sister. She is a part of our family. And family takes care of each other. Now, I want you to be nice to her and take care of her. Understood?”

Fundy clenched his jaw, shoving his hands in pockets. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Good.” Wilbur smiled at him now. “She’s still sleeping in my room. That paper is what she needs and when. You can do anything with her in-between. I’ll see you in a few hours my son.”

Wilbur left; his heart heavy as this was the first time he’d leave (Y/N) alone but hope helping it float as he hoped Fundy could love his sister as Wilbur loved her.

Fundy went into his father’s bedroom and saw the little girl already waking up slightly. He gave a heavy sigh as he picked her up carefully, holding her close.

“I hate you.” He muttered as she looked up at him.

The little girl giggled and he lowered his head. She gave pet to his face to feel the soft fur.

“I hate you’re too fucking adorable to hate.” He huffed. “Just don’t tell dad. Now, come on dipshit, time to eat.”

Fundy was jealous, yes. But he could never actually hate his adorable little sister. He’d keep her safe and make her happy too.

Wilbur got back later than he expected as Dream and his goons had chased their peaceful band like sport but they managed out relatively unscathed. The moon was already up and Wilbur was worried as he hadn’t written instructions for this long in the night for Fundy. After Tommy reported no incidents along the walls, Wilbur rushed home but froze, his heart-melting. In the living room, there was a long finished playing record on the jukebox and on the couch, Fundy laid with his arm over (Y/N) securely as she laid on his chest, both of them asleep.

“Thank you, my little champion,” Wilbur muttered with a smile, gently picking (Y/N) up before putting a blanket over Fundy. “I’m proud of you.”

Wilbur held (Y/N) close to him as he walked to his bedroom.

“And you, my little star, a day won’t go by where you won’t be loved. You’re our little star of hope in L’Manberg. You remind everyone what we fight for and you bring everyone smiles. We will bring peace, just so you can see how bright you shine my little star.” He kissed her forehead before putting her in her crib. “Sleep well love.”

Philza

Walking took longer than flying but it was definitely safer for his new little angel. He had tried to find her parents, asking around with the survivors but they weren’t there. So, Phil took her with him to meet his sons. When he started this journey, of the list of things he’d thought would happen, he didn’t think he’d gain a new child. Yet, there she slept peacefully in the sash Phil had made to carry her and keep her warm rather than carrying her in his arms the entire walk.

She most certainly quieter than most of his other children had been when they were this small, which Phil did not mind one bit. When she was awake, he would talk to her to fill her world though. He’d tell her about her new brothers and how he was sure they’d all love her in their own way.

“Techno will take a little convincing, he has a thing about orphans.” Phil scrunched up his nose. “But he’ll learn to you like you (Y/N).”

He hadn’t been able to find a name either for the new baby so he gave her one on his own.

Finally, after days of travel, Phil reached a crest of a hill and was able to see a beautiful town laid before him. From the looks of some decorations, they had some sort of festival recently. The worrying part was the people in armor down below, but, a large portion of them were celebrating. Phil scanned them over then he grew a large smile. Wilbur was patting Tommy’s shoulder as the younger boy was screaming with one of those celebrating, Techno to the side smirking.

His sons had managed to figure it all out.

“Looks like we were a little late angel. Your brothers can be smart when they choose to be.” He chuckled. “We’ll wait here and let them have their moment of victory.”

He sat on the edge of the hill, giving (Y/N) her afternoon milk as he watched the crowd below and listened to the start of celebratory speeches. As he quickly burped the infant, he frowned as Wilbur left his seat in the crowd, walking away as Tubbo was getting on stage.

“Let’s go see what he’s up to.” He muttered to the little girl, putting her in his sash securely before carefully flying over.

He landed as Wilbur walked into a room in a hill behind the stage. His eyes went wide as he remembered one of Tommy’s letters.

Will keeps saying if he can’t have L’Manberg, no one can. He made a room rigged to TNT under our nation. I’m hoping to talk him down but I don’t know if I can.

“Shit.” Phil sprinted over, walking into the room after his son.

Inside were mad scribblings as Wilbur stood with his hand on the wall next to a button.

“What are you doing?” Phil asked him.

Wilbur jumped, whirling around to see his father standing there, wearing a sash, unable to see the child it was holding.

“Phil…?”

“What are you doing?” Phil repeated.

Wilbur ran his hands through his hair as he looked back at the button then his father.

“How’d you…do you know what this is?” He motioned to the room around him.

“I do.” Phil nodded, stepping carefully forward.

“Have heard the songs on the walls?” Wilbur asked in turn as he ran his hand over a few of the words. “I was just saying to myself, there was a special place where men can go, but there’s not anymore! It’s not…” Wilbur sighed as he looked back at the button.

“It is there,” Phil told him as he put a hand on the side of the child to calm her down as she squirmed. “You just, you’ve just won it back.”

“Phil! I’m always so close to pressing this button, Phil! I’ve been—I’ve been here like seven or eight times I’ve been here.” Wilbur threw up his arms as Phil stood his ground when he saw the crazed look in his son’s eyes.

The little girl tried to give an uncomfortable babble at the loud shouting but Wilbur talked over her, having yet to notice the extra body in the room. In comfort, Phil put a hand over one of her ears as he pressed her close to him.

“Phil I-I’ve been here so many times.” Outside of the room, they all could hear the sound of fireworks going off. “They’re fighting. They’re fighting.”

“And you want to just blow it all up?” Phil questioned.

“I do I think I—”

“You fought so hard to get this land back.” Phil tried to discourage one of his older sons. “So hard.”

“I don’t even, I don’t even know if works anymore Phil,” Wilbur said, his hand hovering over the button, making Phil take a step forward. “I don’t even know if the button works I could, I could press it and might not…”

Wilbur looked back, grinning like a mad man and Phil squeezed the young girl lightly.

“Do you really want to take that risk? Wilbur…” He went to continue to say, hoping to bring up his new little sister to discourage the man but Wilbur looked away, staring at the button.

“There was a saying Phil, by a traitor. It was never meant to be.” Wilbur pressed the button, grinning at Phil as the hiss went off.

“No!” Phil shouted, quickly pulling his son close as he covered the three of them his wings as the blast went off.

He winced as the blast and the heat singed and damaged his feathers but he didn’t move as he held his two children close. He wouldn’t let them get harmed.

The sound of white noise rang in their ears as the explosions slowly stopped. Phil raised his wings slightly to look in horror at the destruction before them. Outside their half-destroyed room, Phil slowly started to hear the voices crying with terror at what they just witnessed as Wilbur stood before the hole holding his arms out as he grinned.

“My L’Manberg Phil! My unfinished symphony forever unfinished! If I can’t have this no one can Phil!”

“Oh my god.” Phil breathed, the ringing dying down enough for him to be startled at the cries closest to him.

(Y/N) screamed out cries in the aftermath of the loud explosions and shouting, her own ears ringing. Phil held her close, trying to calm her down despite his horror and disappointment. Wilbur finally heard the cries himself and looked over to finally notice the little girl. For a moment, he could see through his madness.

“Who’s…who’s this?” Wilbur muttered.

“She’s (Y/N),” Phil told him as he put his forehead on the little girl’s. “I came to help you and found her. I brought her to show her what her new brothers made. What great work you’ve done.”

“What great…” Wilbur looked over at what he had done.

Behind him, he could hear the cries of his new tiny sister he hadn’t been aware he had. Phil had brought her to show her a place of peace and beauty, but instead, Wilbur showed her terror and destruction. Across the explosion, he could see Tommy’s horror-struck face at the sight of their once great nation gone. This was his fault…

He pulled his sword, holding the handle to Will. “Kill me, Phil.”

“What?!” Phil looked at his son shocked, still clutching onto the crying girl.

“Stab me with the sword. Murder me now. Kill me!” Will demanded as he motioned to the crowd. “Look, they all want you to!”

Phil was stood in shock as he held a crying child in one arm while looking over at the crowd of terrified and horror-filled faces.

“Kill me, Phil!” Wilbur shouted.

“I—You’re my son!” Phil yelled. “No matter what you do—I can’t—”

“Phil!” Wilbur shouted, shoving the sword handle into his hand. “This isn’t—! Look! Look! How much work went into this and it’s gone! Do it.”

Phil looked from his son to the crowd, to the child in his arms. He couldn’t…why’d…(Y/N) should get a chance to meet her own brother! L’Manberg had ruined his son. He had gone mad…

“I’m sorry.” He whispered under his breath before plunging the sword.

Tears filled Phil’s eyes as he let go of the sword and held his son. (Y/N)’s wails only got louder and Phil cried with her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry both of you.” He muttered

He wished everything could be different…

…

Phil sat by the fire with the L’Manberg citizens, one of his hands shaking slightly as the other gently rocked the no longer crying child.

Tommy had been speechless since the betrayal he received from both of his brothers, but looking up at his father across from him, he stood and spoke.

“Who’s she?” He asked.

Phil looked at him as the others looked over as well.

“This is your new little sister (Y/N). I found her when the village I was staying at was raided and I saved her. Would you like to hold her?”

Tommy came over and sat in front of his father. Phil helped him before letting his now second youngest hold her on his own. Tommy’s face had held no emotion after everything today but now it softened as the little girl met his eyes. He hugged her lightly as Phil held onto his shaking hand with his other to stop it.

“I wish you could have seen what L’Manberg looked like (Y/N),” Tommy mumbled to her. “Wilbur and Techno betrayed me but I promise. I won’t betray you. I never will do that to you.”

Phil looked at his son sadly as Tommy put his forehead on hers softly. At least Phil knew that she’d be well-loved by the brother she got to meet properly.

From there, the next few days were made for rebuilding. Phil helped the group as best he could but he had to rest to let his wings heal and he also had to take care of his little angel. Tommy made sure the others built Phil one of the first houses so his sister could be in a proper bed.

It warmed Phil’s heart that Tommy cared so much about his new little sister. Tommy would visit the pair occasionally just to see her, Phil giving him a little bit of trust to take care of her. Of course, Tommy used that trust to be his usual self and brag about how cute his little sister was to anyone that would listen to the boy’s antics. Though many couldn’t deny the boy, she was a very cute little girl and often brought smiles to other’s faces.

Phil was glad that his quiet little girl could bring joy to people that had been through so much. He just wished that she had had a chance to bring smiles to those that didn’t walk beside them any more…

Technoblade

“Phil,” Techno called on his walkie, trying to quiet down the girl crying in his arms.

“Yes?” Phil answered.

“She won’t stop crying,” Techno told him, Phil, able to hear the girl, chuckling quietly to himself. “Don’t laugh at this!”

“Sorry, sorry. Alright, you feed and changed her right?” The older man listed.

“Yes.” He had done it a few minutes ago, on his usual schedule to do so.

“Did you burp her after she ate?”

Techno paused and huffed before burping the child, the cries dying down after she released the gas that had built up.

“I forgot, she stopped.”

“Good. Just relax now, alright Techno?”

“Yeah.” Techno sighed as he put his walkie away, looking down at the little girl. “What now brat?”

It was often that Techno called his father to ask what to do. To put it simply, he was worried he’d fuck this all up. He had never exactly taken care of a child before; it had been all anarchy and blood before he decided on retirement. Hell, he barely ever took care of Tommy when he was a child, that was usually Wilbur’s thing.

He didn’t know the first thing he was doing nor did the voices. They always threw out different ideas contradicting each other. So, Techno always did his best and when it didn’t seem like enough, he went immediately to Phil.

When he did have things under control though, it was just any other day. Brew some potions out of habit, take care of the animals before collecting food for himself and milk for (Y/N), and trade with some of the villagers close by. The only difference was that he brought (Y/N) with him while he did anything.

To his relief, she was a quiet child and didn’t mind his quiet nature. She didn’t need pointless noise to be happy so he could just simply work. Techno did get Phil to make her a warmer outfit and Phil took it seriously but also made it a joke. He made her a pink outfit from wool and leather and with a bit extra, put fake pig ears on the hood of the outfit, which Techno would never admit looked adorable on her out loud.

He most certainly didn’t put it on her even if they weren’t going out that day, why would anyone think that?

Phil most certainly did spoil her though when he would come over. He’d always have something new for the little girl, clothes, and toys. His father also often tried to discourage Techno from using some of his nicknames for his child when the older man was over, such as brat.

(Y/N) yawned quietly and Techno chuckled, a small smile cracking on his face.

“Tired early huh? Yeah, ok, I can use a nap.” He nodded as he went up to his bedroom.

He sat on his bed, leaning back on the headboard as he racked his brain for their daily ritual.

“I got a good one today.” He laughed quietly. “Let me tell you about the story of Theseus.”

Every nap and bedtime, there was always a story for Techno to tell. Sometimes he’d tell her about his adventures around the world, about the places he conquered. There were other days when he’d tell her about myths he had memorized. It was when he’d talk the most to the little girl and he rather enjoyed these moments in his day.

It was their special little thing and he wouldn’t ever want to miss them.

Close to the end of the story, he stopped as he noticed (Y/N) was asleep. He nodded as he laid back, resting her carefully on his chest.

A crib was one thing Techno had not invested his time in. He didn’t move in his sleep and it was rare for the little girl to move in hers. So, he slept with her on his chest, giving him and the voices a better piece of mind. No one knew where he was, but he was still paranoid. This was the safest place for her.

“Sleep well little goddess,” Techno muttered, a hand on her back.

Despite the trials, he didn’t mind being a father.

Eret

Eret put a small flower crown on the infant’s head that matched the one he was wearing, smiling as she giggled, before picking her up, continuing on their daily walk through the SMP.

It was a lot of trial and error with the pair but Eret was a quick learner and adapted to the needs of his new child. He didn’t do as much as he once did with his friends, fewer prank wars with Fundy, and less involvement with Tommy’s antics, but he didn’t mind. He spent those hours with his little princess now; taking walks with her, playing with her along the way and in the castle, and making clothes that made her the adorable princess that she.

Of course, he did still sometimes get involved.

“Eret!” Tommy yelled on the walkie.

Eret chuckled as he took it from his pocket. “It seems Tommy is having troubles again princess.” She gave a babble and Eret nodded. “You’re very right. Let’s see what he needs. Yes, Tommy?”

“I need your help at my base ASAP!” Tommy demanded.

“It’s nothing dangerous right?” He asked.

“Of course not, now if you could hurry.”

He shook his head chuckling. “Alright, I’m on my way.”

Putting the walkie away, he hugged his little girl lightly as he changed direction.

“Sorry princess, we need to go check on Tommy. I know you won’t mind though.”

There were other times that had happened similarly and Eret would take (Y/N) with him to meet the younger boy. The younger boy’s energy would rub off on the infant and she would get excited as well, babbling and giggling constantly. As long as nothing dangerous was going on, Eret was glad to bring (Y/N) over as it always brought a smile to his face at how adorable she’d get.

Walking onto Tommy's property, he saw the young boy waiting impatiently outside his dirt home.

“There you are! You brought the brat?” He huffed.

“Come now, Tommy. (Y/N) loves being around you, at least be kind to her.” Eret smiled, knowing the boy meant no ill will.

“Right, now!” Tommy said dramatically as he opened the door to his base. “I need to make a plan!”

Following him in, he saw Tubbo was also there looking over a paper with Tommy’s handwriting on it. Tubbo looked up as they came in and grinned seeing the little girl in Eret’s arms.

“You brought (Y/N)!” Tubbo exclaimed excitedly as he came over. “Can I hold her?”

Eret laughed as he nodded, helping the other boy hold her. Tubbo enjoyed seeing the little girl, loving to play with her and spend time with her. There were times when Eret would let Tubbo babysit his princess so he could do a few more dangerous tasks.

“You got a little crown, you’re really a princess now.” Tubbo grinned as the girl babbled at him.

“We’re not here for (Y/N), we’re here to plan!” Tommy protested now.

Tommy didn’t mind the small child, he just got annoyed when the focus would come off him.

Focus went back on Tommy but Eret left after a little while to give (Y/N) her lunch for the day. She had gotten energetic after seeing the two boys, babbling and giggling as Eret played with her on the walk back. As they got back to his castle, he saw a wrapped package and note at the main door. Picking it up, he saw it was Fundy’s handwriting.

You stand no chance, it’s for (Y/N)

He raised an eyebrow, opening the package then laughed.

“It seems Fundy wishes to make you love him more than me.” Eret showed her the fox plushy, making her eyes sparkle as he gave it to her. “But I know that you’ll always love me, princess.” He booped her nose, (Y/N) looking at his sunglasses, babbling. “That’s right. I think this prank was an automatic failure. I love you princess.”

Dream

“Come on (Y/N), you just got to hold out your hands to me,” Sapnap told the infant in the crib at the community house.

“No, she’s going to me,” George argued.

The little girl looked between the two as they went between bickering and encouraging her to hold her hands out to them. Then she looked directly between them and held her arms out giggling.

“What?” George looked behind them and yelped seeing Dream.

“What are you idiots doing?” Dream laughed as he picked up his daughter.

“We were trying to get (Y/N) to choose her favorite uncle, but then you ruined it.” Sapnap huffed, crossing his arms.

“Well, I am her favorite person.” Dream bragged as he pulled his mask up while looking at the little girl. “Peek-a-boo.”

The girl gave a little squeal of laughter and Dream chuckled rubbing his nose against hers.

“She loves both of you idiots.” Dream told them, put his mask back on. “You’re her uncles.”

“Yeah, but I got to prove Uncle Sapnap is the best.” Sapnap pointed to himself.

“No! I’m better than you of course.”

The two bickered and Dream shook his head at his friends before leaving the community house.

“Your uncles are stupid.” Dream whispered to the little girl, tickling her stomach making her giggle. “Why don’t we go look at what the new people have built today, sound good sweetheart?”

After Dream had taken in the little girl, his life had most certainly brightened more as their world around them grew. She was a constant ball of happiness that always made Dream and his friends smile. Of course, they had to power through learning how to take care of a baby, a lot of screaming coming from all parties the first night they had the child. But they were starting to get the hang of it.

One thing Dream loved to do that always seemed to please the little girl was taking her around to see the new buildings that were slowly starting to appear as more people joined their land of the SMP. She seemed to like taking in the new sights so Dream took her whenever someone new came or a new build appeared.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with your uncles when you get older. They’re going to be falling over each other to get your attention.” Dream told her as he walked. “I think they think I’ll like whoever wins. You’re my special little girl after all. But what they don’t know, is I don’t care as long as you’re happy.”

It was very true that Dream’s two best friends were always falling each other to get the attention of the infant already. They got her many things to win her over, having similar competitions when Dream wasn’t looking. Right now, the score was even.

To try and balance the two-out, Dream would alternate on who he took out for dangerous adventures and who would stay with his little girl. He couldn’t send the both of them on their own, unfortunately, least one of them “trips” into a lava pool.

Dream stopped on the edge of the new property, (Y/N) looking at the colorful flowers decorating it.

He was a bit hesitant to show her off to others as he wasn’t the most trusting but if they were going to be part of his land, he would introduce her out principle. He did say she was going to be the princess of his land.

“No new faces today doesn’t seem Tommy is around.” Dream said to her. “We’ll see him later I’m sure. How about we go visit Punz for a bit?”

He walked away from the property. There were so many people on his land now, he was sure it would become a bright place where his little princess could always be happy.

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Under the Floorboards

(Technoblade x Reader) link to Pt. II :)

Picking up a bundle of wood you let out a soft breath, you watched as it escaped out your lips in front of you in a small cloud. Trudging through the snow you made your way back to your house, well it wasn’t really your house. A few months ago you ran into Technoblade while he was searching for a new home far away from this place called L’manburg; he told you he was in retirement and was surprised to find another person all the way out here. As a wandering adventurer, you eventually won him over with your charm, wit, and humor.

That was a joke of course.

You both started a mutual trade agreement, on your way back from the adventures you’d always take a pit stop at his place so he could see if you had anything worth trading. It started slow, he realized you would come back very late at night, and very weary. He offered you to stay the night once, then once turned into twice and before you knew it you began to stay at his place after every late-night adventure. As you spent more time together he helped you become a better fighter, and farmer and you helped him learn social skills and how to cook food that wasn’t steak.

He never told you about his time in the country of L’manburg or why he was in retirement in the first place but you didn’t mind. Everyone has their secrets and even if both of you were considered friends at this point you never pried. Not even when you’d catch him mumbling to himself about chat, or the bloodthirsty look in his eyes after he killed an animal. You kept your mouth shut out of respect, you could tell he appreciated the gesture.

You earned yourself a friendship emerald after he introduced you to his oldest friend Philza, the man treated you like you were his family. It made you feel wanted and welcome, Techno had a little smile on his face the entire interaction as the both of you bonded. In his mind he was ecstatic his two favorite people were getting along. Techno walked Philza out of the house and returned holding an emerald out to you, you knew how valuable these emerald were to him. You were in such shock and awe you almost started crying which caused him to panic.

“I’ll treasure it with my life.” You told him kissing said emerald gently, blush spread across his pale face to his pointed ears.

“I’m glad.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Chat- chat stop I’m not simp.” You heard him whisper hiss softly but you ignored it, choosing to smile at him instead. He noticed and his blush only deepened. You took his hand, it was so small intertwined in his own, and squeezed it softly.

Eventually, the both of you grew closer than just friends which understandably scared the half pigman to death. You caught him mumbling to himself more frequently, especially when you both were out fighting monsters and gaining experience.

Things like: “I’m not a simp” and “Calm down I’m gonna protect her” as well as “I can’t just say that!” Were very frequent mumblings of his, your brow furrowed and after fighting a baby zombie you turned towards him,

“Hey Technoblade you doing okay?”

“Yes!” He sputtered out reassuring you that he was just fine by saving you from a Skeleton.

You two watched the sunset that same day from on top of a snowy mountain and he confessed to you. The confession was a bit rough around the edges but then again so was he, so to you, it was perfect. You took his hands to get him to stop rambling and kissed his knuckles. He made an embarrassed sound and looked away from you, you cooed teasingly at him and accepted. From then on you both were attached at the hip, well as attached as he’d let you be there was still that level of awkwardness that came with any new relationships but it was wonderful. You’d both spent hours by the fireside as he read to you, you’d help him care for Carl and get enchanted books all the while you were in awe of this magnificent and mysterious man before you.

Shaking your head smiling to yourself you trudged back to his house, the emerald around your neck bounced in tandem with your steps. Technoblade never liked leaving you alone, you reminded him constantly that you had a life before he was in it but he still seemed to be on edge. You figured it had something to do with his past so you did your best to reassure him that you’d be safe when he was away; Techo seemed to appreciate your efforts at least. Whenever he got back from what you assumed was visiting Phil (after all, Carl was gone), you were going to run him a bath and braid his hair the way he liked. Maybe you’d make him a nice dinner then you’d both fall asleep together while reading. It’d earn you some soft kisses and snuggles later, you giggled to yourself as you put away the wood. If you told anyone else this giant of a man, who you’ve seen wipe out hordes of monsters like it was nothing, loves to be cuddled at night they’d call you insane.

You wandered down into the basement to feed his cow but the sound of a blocks-breaking startled you out of your daydream. You whipped around pulling out your sword in the way Technoblade showed you and came face to face with a blonde child peeking out from the floorboards.

“What the FUCK?!” You both shrieked at one another, he moved to try and scramble back down the hole. You followed him down his ladder, you weren’t going to let this child get away with living under your boyfriends’ house so easily. You backed him into a corner and took note of his beat-up appearance and his attempts to look brave as he held up his hands. Sweat gathered on his brow but you didn’t let your guard down, before you could open your mouth to question him he began to talk so fast and loud you could barely keep up.

“OI, OI, OI, OI! LADY, LADY, LADY, CALM DOWNNNN CALM DOWN! SEE, SEE WE’RE BOTH IN TROUBLE CAUSE WE’RE BOTH STEALING- BORROWING FROM THE BLADE! THE BLADE KNOWS ME! I AM HIS LITTLE BROTHER, TOMMY, I AM SURE YOU’VE HEARD OF ME! THEREFOR I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG. YOU-YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, ARE A STRANGER! YOU KNOW HE’S A BLOOD GOD RIGHT? HE’LL ABSOLUTELY KILL YOU, BUT BUT! IF WE KEEP THIS BETWEEN US I WON’T HAVE TO TELL HIM ANYTHING AT ALL FAIR? SEEMS FAIR TO ME-”

You reached your hand out to cover his mouth, your eyes narrowed into slits, “Start again. Softer and slower. Techno never told me he had a brother.” You watched the eyes of the blonde widen in surprise, assumingly at the notion that you already knew Technoblade. Slowly you removed your hand from his mouth but didn’t lower your guard. He cleared his throat, swallowing tentatively.

“I’m Tommy. We’re not related by blood- who ARE you?” he pressed still completely baffled at the appearance of a GIRL who knew Technoblade. Before you could even respond to him he let out another baffled cry. “DOES HE SIMP FOR YOU!?” He shrieked pointing at you as he waved his finger around. “THERE’S NO WAY- HE DOES HOLY SHIT!” Tommy laughed as you blinked rapidly, how was he able to read all that without you even saying anything? You were trying to process who this kid was while also being stuck on the blood god thing. You felt Tommy’s arm around your shoulders suddenly as he pulled you close. “Well, Miss Blade now that we know who you are maybe we can strike a deal-“

“Absolutely Not.”

“HEY! Come on now.” Tommy whined loudly, “I need your help here! Look I’m sure you know why he’s in hiding and all...and well...I might’ve pissed the same people off and-”

“Actually no. I didn’t know that…” You spoke softly deflating a little, “He’s in hiding? From who exactly.”

A look of shock came across Tommy’s face, “You mean...you don’t know? Like about L’manburg and his betrayal.”

“Does it sound like I know? Look Tommy you seem like a nice kid really, but you need to leave-”

“Nonononnonononono. Look it’s fine, I’ve been living here for weeks now-”

“WEEKS?” You snarled a pink flush coming to your cheeks, you grabbed the boy’s arm and began to drag him up the ladders in Techno’s house. Hee was going to kill you like actually this time. You were about to throw open the door but it swung open in front of you. Techno was standing there completely bruised and bloody and you immediately dropped Tommy in favor of him.

“Oh my god Techno what happened?” You breathed out a worried breath he was about to respond before he noticed Tommy. He grabbed you by the arm and pushed you behind him guarding you with his body.

“Tommy.” He snarled as the boy once again shrieked and booked it back down the ladder Techno turned towards you, “Stay here.” Technoblade commanded you softly the look in his eyes could only be described as desperate. “Don’t leave. Please.”

“I won’t…” You murmured watching him disappear after the British boy, you hoped he was going to explain everything to you after he dealt with the raccoon. You could hear them shouting from down below you, you couldn’t push it off any longer you needed to get answers from him.

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Five Years After

Imagine going to the feed store for your sister, only you come home with more than just feed for the animals.

Words: 5.1K Author’s Note: The ending of this imagine was definitely inspired by a TikTok video :)

When the Blip happened, you were in complete disbelief. Chaos erupted all around as planes fell from the sky and automobiles crashed because their drivers had vanished into thin air. Everyone was a complete mess as they attempted to call loved ones, their calls going straight to voicemail or being answered by another family member that were having to deliver the bad news of a disappearance.

Your only living relative was your sister Laura and her children she had with her husband Clint, so when one of your co-workers and a handful of your customers vanished into thin air, your first call had been to your ex-Avenger of a brother-in-law. Unfortunately Clint was just as clueless as you and the phone had nearly slipped from your hand when he gave you the news that Laura and the kids had vanished. You had nowhere to go and were so scared because of the looting that had started, so Clint told you to pack your things and get to the farm as soon as possible.

You'd only been on the farm for a full day before Clint's friends came looking for him. Natasha, who you had met after your sister had married Clint, greeted you with a rather solemn hug. It was Steve Rogers, however, who attempted to introduce himself with as much joy as he possibly could in order to be polite.

You had shaken his hand, smiling sadly. "You don't need to force a smile for me, Rogers. The circumstances suck. I get it."

That had surprisingly pulled a short laugh from Natasha. "See, Steve? Told you she wouldn't be expecting the Man with a Plan."

Steve and Natasha had proceeded to stay for the duration of the day, telling Clint all about a fight that had taken place in Wakanda and who out of their friends had vanished. It was a devastating blow and you had no idea how everyone was going to cope. Then soon after the two Avengers had left, Clint went into overdrive. He was making phone calls left and right, packing bags and weapons, and you were at a complete loss.

You had decided to leave him be and it was only the following morning when you woke to an empty house did you find the letter on the kitchen counter. In the letter he had apologized for leaving you after everything that had happened, but went on to explain that there were criminals still out there who had survived the Blip when others who were sin-free didn't. He couldn't leave them be while people like his wife and children were no longer alive, so to work through his aggression he was going to hunt those criminals down. Fortunately enough, he left you in possession of the farm-house and made it so you were able to access his bank accounts. He told you not to look for him or get the others involved, so you waited a whole day before contacting Natasha and telling her all about Clint's derailment.

Clint left no trail, leaving you all alone. Or so you thought.

With Clint's vanishing act, Natasha and Steve made you their responsibility. They made sure you knew they were only a call or email away, but only after Nat drove down to give you some technological devices since the regular power grid was fluctuating. Since Earth lost half its population, everything seemed to be falling apart.

Then Tony Stark was brought back home and the world seemed a little bit brighter.

For years you drifted, working at a grocery store in town to keep yourself busy. The Blip took a toll on everyone, but it was nice to have to talk to someone even if the other person moved on autopilot. Clint sent an email every other month from a burner email, so it was a dead end every time Natasha looked into it after you had forwarded it to her. And about the only news-worthy thing that had happened after the Blip was the announcement of Tony and Pepper Stark's baby girl Morgan. You didn't know the Stark's personally, but it didn't stop you from sending their little girl a present every year on her birthday for the next five years on behalf of yourself and the Barton family.

One morning you're sitting at the breakfast table when you hear the telltale sounds of a jet overheard. You figure it's just Natasha and Steve for their monthly check-in so you think nothing of it.

The screen door creaks open and you call out, "In the kitchen!"

The steps of what sounds like more than one person falter, but then they pick back up until they near your location. "Got enough for another plate?" That oh so familiar timber makes you spew orange juice across the table. You're up and out of your seat, staring at your brother-in-law who's a lot more tatted up than you remember him being. "Hey, sis."

Tony Stark stands just a couple feet to Clint's right, but his presence isn't enough to deter you from marching up to your brother-in-law and punching his shoulder. "You asshole!" You punch him again for good measure as tears sting your eyes. "You left me. You left me all alone! How could you-"

He dodges your continuous blows, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from attacking him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I'm here now. It's all going to be okay." The fight instantly drains out of you as you sag into his embrace, sob after sob leaving you as you clutch to him tightly.

Clint tightens his grip a little more around you until your cries turn into sniffles. "What- what are you doing here?"

"Lang came up with a plan to bring our people back." You tense in Clint's arms and pull back to look him in the eyes. "Banner and Stark made the machines necessary to make the plan work. We're going to bring 'em home. We're going to bring 'em all home, Y/N."

"Please tell me you aren't joking," you mumble.

"Nope. No joke," Tony says. "It's not a total guarantee, but we're going to try our best." You let go of Clint and turn to look at Tony who's standing by the stove and picking at the leftover scrambled eggs. "Mmm. These are good. What'd you put in them?"

"Uhh, just butter and cheese."

"Morgan would absolutely love these. She's on this whole cheese kick right now."

That earns a chuckle, and after gathering yourself you look back at Clint. "So what's going to happen now?"

"The team's getting ready for a test run," Clint says. "I just wanted to let you know I was home and that we had a really important mission coming up."

"How soon?"

"Today if the test run goes good," Tony says. He pours himself half a glass of juice before downing it in one go. "And speaking of, we need to go."

You look at Clint, a little let down that he's leaving so soon, but he grins and pulls you back into a hug. "It's going to be okay." You nod against him and he lets his arms drop before he steps back. He looks around the kitchen and his grin widens. "You've kept up good with the house. I'm impressed."

"I should hope so," you mumble. "I had to flirt with the hardware store boy so he'd help me keep the house from falling apart."

Clint laughs. "You did good, Y/N. Laura will be proud."

"Yeah, yeah. Now go bring my sister, niece, and nephews back."

"You got it, boss."

- - - - - - - - - -

You're grateful for the day off because it leaves you with time to clean the house from top to bottom. You need some way to burn off all your anxiousness and making sure the house looks good for your sister is one hell of a way to do just that.

You're not sure how long you'd been cleaning when you decide to take a break, and you head outside for some fresh air. You walk off the porch and onto the grass, tilting your face skyward as you inhale and exhale softly, your eyes closing. One moment all you can hear is the wind ruffling tree limbs and grass, and the next it's a cacophony of chirping birds.

Your eyes fly open and you're shocked to see the swarms of birds flying around in the sky. Sure there have been birds around after the Blip, but you've never seen so many together since then. You're too busy staring up into the sky that you don't see what appears to be ash take formation behind you.

"Aunt Y/N?" The timid voice makes your heart stop before you whirl around, your eyes widening at the sight of Lila glancing around in shock. "What's going on? Where's dad?"

"Lila?" You breathe out in awe. You stumble towards her, eyes glistening with tears. "They did it. They actually did it." You pull her into a hug, cries stuttering in your chest. As you hug her, you glance towards the open field where you see Laura appear, followed by Nathaniel and then Cooper. "Laura!"

You grip Lila's hand tight as the both of you break out into a run towards the rest of your family, you and Laura colliding with twin oomphs. The two of you are crying as Laura tries to work out what the hell happened and where Clint is, but before you can explain anything she's pulling her phone out of her pocket and dialing Clint's number. As she worries about getting her husband on the phone, you quickly hug Cooper and pick up Nathaniel to hold on your hip as you squeeze him in relief.

"Clint?" Laura sobs when he finally answers. "Clint, what's going on? I-" She stops talking all of a sudden and she looks at you, eyes wide.

"What happened?" You ask.

"I- I don't know. One second he was talking and then-" She cuts off, glancing at her children and shaking her head. "He just cut out."

You know all is not fine and that something terrible must have happened for Laura to trail off the way she did. But instead of worrying her kids, you offer a grin. "I'm sure it's fine. As clumsy as he is, he probably just dropped his phone." She forces a smile for her kids' benefit. "So why don't we go ahead and wait for him inside. I'll make something to eat while you guys relax and I'll catch you up on the five years you missed."

"Five years!?" Laura nearly shouts.

You wince. "Yeah. You guys missed a lot."

- - - - - - - - - -

For the next couple of hours you tell Laura all about the Blip and how half of Earth's population just disappeared- Avengers included. You tell her how Clint had you move in, and how you helped take care of the house and what few animals they had on the farm still while working at the local grocery store. You tell her all about Steve and Natasha, and how Tony Stark is now married with a daughter of his own.

"Wow." Laura chuckles. All the kids have fallen asleep around the living room, leaving Laura the time to finally ask, "And where was Clint this entire time? I noticed he brought you onto the farm, but then everything became about Steve and Nat."

You suck in a breath sharply. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice that."

"Y/N.."

"He went rogue." Her eyes widen and you wince. "He left me here with access to your bank account, which I only used to pay bills and buy groceries by the way, and not even Natasha could find him. He only came back when she tracked him down and told him there was a chance they could reverse the Blip."

"Oh Clint.." She sighs, shaking her head in disappointment.

The sound of a quinjet hovering makes you and Laura perk up, but you keep quiet so as to not wake the children. You and Laura meet each other's gazes before you carefully get up and tiptoe out of the living room, and then you're rushing out the front door and down onto the lawn.

The door drops down and then Laura is sprinting across the field to reach her husband. You joyously laugh, jogging over to catch up. But as Laura and Clint hug one another, sobbing, you turn your sights to Steve who's standing sheepishly off to the side. There are two others with him, but since you've yet to meet them you make your way towards the familiar.

"Hey Rogers. Good to see you in one piece."

He tiredly chuckles. "Y/N." You punch his arm and he opens them up so you can hug him. "How are you holding up?"

"Better now that I got my sister back," you muse. As you pull away, you glance behind him into the quinjet. "Hey, where's Natasha?" Steve's smile falls and your heart plummets into your stomach. You can practically read the answer in his eyes. "No.." You shake your head.

His breathing stutters before he clears his throat. "We, uh, we lost Tony too."

Your expression completely crumples then, but Steve is quick to pull you back into a hug. He lets you cry into his chest before Clint steals you away, and then you're crying into your brother-in-law's shoulder. Then once all the tears taper off, Steve introduces you and Laura to Wanda and Bucky.

"I'll be in contact with you about what Pepper decides to do," Steve tells Clint. "If you do anything for Nat, let me know."

Clint sniffles. "I will."

You, Clint, and Laura wave off Steve, Wanda, and Bucky as they return inside the quinjet and lift off.

"Come on," Clint then sighs. "I need to see the kids and then figure out a way to tell them all about auntie Nat's sacrifice."

"And plan a memorial," Laura says.

You frown. "This was not the homecoming I was hoping for."

After a few days of planning, Clint decides on a cookout with all the Avengers and close friends of Nat's invited. It was a couple of days before Tony's own memorial, so you were surprised when Pepper Stark showed up with Morgan in tow. You were happy to finally meet the young girl who you'd been sending gifts to and you gladly ended up on babysitting duty.

You had met more of Clint's ex-coworkers, but your attention always ended up back on the children. Then when it came time to say a few words on Natasha's behalf, you somehow ended up between Steve and Bucky as the children ran back to their respective parents with Steve tucking you into his side when the tears started.

Then when the day of Tony's memorial came, there were more guests than you had anticipated. So as Pepper and Morgan walked a small flower raft with an arc reactor replica on it and set it out on the water, you stood back with Laura and her family and waited in silence. And as the crowd dispersed, you mostly kept to yourself until you saw Steve walk out of Pepper's home in the oddest white and red suit you'd ever seen.

Walking up behind Steve, you nod at Bucky and Sam who grin at your presence. When Steve turns around, you chuckle. "Why do I got a feeling you're about to do something very stupid?"

He grins and adjusts his grip on the suitcase hanging by his side. "Someone's gotta return the stones to their original timeline."

"Mhm. Well be careful. Don't start any unnecessary fights."

"I'll try my best."

As he walks up onto the platform, you step back and nudge your arm against Bucky's. He smiles down on you and you stand by his side as you listen to Bruce who walks Steve through about what's going to happen. Bruce checks all his monitors, giving Steve the go-ahead when everything is fine. Steve nods, a mask of sorts opens up and wraps around his face, and he presses a button that had been in his hand. Bruce counts down the seconds before he flips a switch which is meant to bring Steve back, but nothing happens.

Bruce looks around his monitors and starts pressing some more buttons. "Where is he?" Sam asks.

"I don't know. He blew right by his time stamp. He should be here," Bruce says as he flips a few more switches.

Bucky sighs and you quickly glance at him, and he looks more resigned than anything as he turns to walk off.

Your attention goes to Bruce as your heart rate picks up. "Get him back."

"I'm trying."

"Get him the hell back!" Sam urges.

You and Sam are low-key panicking, but it's Bucky's calm voice that stops the both of you. "Y/N. Sam."

The two of you whirl around, gazes sliding towards where Bucky is staring off to. In the distance, on a stone bench by the water, there appears to be a man sitting there that wasn't there before. You and Sam stumble forward, and you squint your eyes, only to glance back at Bucky with wide eyes.

"Is that.."

"Go."

You share another look with Sam and he gestures for you to follow him. The two of you walk towards the man together and Sam stops just behind him as you walk around in front. When you get a good look at your friend who is way older than what he appeared to be a mere twenty seconds ago, your heart cracks just a little.

You try to force a smile, but it wobbles as an elderly Steve chuckles at you. "I'm really trying not to be so mad at you right now." Your voice cracks and he pats the spot next to him as you sniffle. You immediately sit next to him and take his left hand within your own two, a gleaming wedding band not going unnoticed. Your fingers trace it. "Was it at least a happy life?"

Steve pats your hand. "It was. It was the beautiful life I always dreamt of."

You take a moment for yourself, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "You know you were my complete impulse control, right? Who's going to stop me from trying to get into your best friend's pants now?"

There's a snort from behind you, but you don't bother giving Sam your attention. "Go easy on him," Steve tells you. "I'm not sure he even remembers how to flirt."

You grin as you lean your head on his shoulder. "I'm really going to miss you," you say after a beat. Another moment passes before you drop Steve's hand and sigh before you stand. "Well, um, I should get back my sister and Clint now." You meet his gaze and flash him a small smile. "It's going to suck not seeing you every month, but I'm really glad you found your happiness."

"Thank you, Y/N."

Your bottom lip wobbles again. "Goodbye, Steve."

As you walk away, you hold your head up high and nod to Sam when he looks at you to make sure you're okay. You continue walking, nodding at Bucky as you pass him up as well when you see Laura wave you over. "For the record, I still remember how to flirt." You stumble and and then hear Bucky chuckling quietly behind you.

"Goddamn super soldiers and your dog ears."

As the days turn into weeks, Clint and Laura offer you a permanent place on the farm now that everything seems to be going back to normal. He's promised to build you a small house on the property for all that you've done in the past five years, so in the meantime you've taken to bunking with Lila while Wanda took over the guest bedroom. Clint had also taken to bringing Bucky to the farm when he noticed the super soldier not coping as well as he was letting on, so you found yourself often sitting by the back pond with him as the two of you traded stories about Steve and yourselves.

Though you had originally joked about getting into Bucky's pants, you found yourself seeking friendship from him more than anything else and vice versa. So when you weren't working at the grocery store, you were watching the kids for Laura and Clint or hanging out with Bucky and Wanda. It was no surprise to anyone that the three of you latched on to one another after losing those that you did.

"Hey Y/N," Laura calls out. "Will you do me favor?"

You glance up as she walks out the front door, you and Wanda ceasing your conversation. You grin. "What do you need?"

"Lucky needs some dog food and we need a few bales of hay for the goats."

"Oh. Okay." You look towards Wanda. "Wanna go for the ride?"

She shrugs. "Sure."

"Thank you! You can just put it on the Barton tab at the store," Laura says. "Clint pays it monthly and I've already called ahead to let them know someone was going in to pick up some stuff we needed."

"Got it." Standing up, you pat down your pockets to make sure you have your keys, phone, and some cash. Realizing you have everything, you grin at your sister before walking down the porch steps. As you near your truck, you whistle at Bucky who was throwing knives at a target on the side of the barn. "Hey Buckaroo! We're heading into town. You wanna come?"

He throws the last knife in his hand before he turns to look at you. "Don't call me Buckaroo!" He shouts back as he makes his way towards you.

"Then stop lookin' so darn cute!"

Wanda snorts and you laugh as Bucky shakes his head at you. "One of these days he's going to flirt back and then what are you going to do?"

"Bend myself over the table and let him hit it from behind," you mumble. She snorts harder this time and your eyes widen when you see Bucky start to smirk.

As he nears the two of you, he says, "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you blurt. "Nothing at all. Wanda's just easily amused, is all."

His gaze slides to Wanda, but she shakes her head and doesn't tell him a word. You mentally sigh and praise her for being a good friend, and then you turn to walk towards your truck. Wanda readily heads for the back driver's side door while Bucky walks around to the passenger seat so he's seated next to you.

Once you're seated behind the wheel and the engine is turned on, you take a moment to find a decent song on the radio before driving. It's not too long of a drive and you find yourself pulling up to the local feed store not even three songs later.

Parking and cutting the engine right in front of the store, you turn towards Bucky. You know he's not a huge fan of being out in public, but you rather not have to flirt inside the store to get a helping hand. "Hey Buck, can you do me a favor and load up four of those large rectangular bales of hay and one bag of that dog food right next to it?" You see him tense. "I rather not have to flirt with the boy inside just so he'll help out."

He relaxes then and gives you a nod. "Yeah. Sure."

"Thanks. Just keep watch through the window. Wait 'til I give the signal for you to start loading up." He gives you another nod and you turn around to face Wanda. "Wanna head inside with me?"

Wanda grins and readily opens her door, you and Bucky following right after. But as you and Wanda head inside, Bucky remains by the tailgate of your truck and keeps watch through the large front window as you had said. Inside, Mr. Reeves is waiting by the cash register and keeping an eye on Bucky outside.

"Don't worry, Mr. Reeves. He's with me." Mr. Reeves glances at you, smiling in relief. "I need four large bales of hay and a fifty pound bag of dog food."

Mr. Reeves starts punching buttons on his register. "Alright, sweetheart. Is that going to be all for you?"

"Sure is. Um, Laura asked if you can put it on the tab? Clint will be by at the end of the week."

"Sure thing." You turn towards the window and give Bucky a thumbs up. He turns to open the tailgate and then move towards the bales of hay to start loading up. Mr. Reeves chuckles. "That's a strong fella you got there."

His words make you blush and Wanda giggle, but you can't even reprimand your friend because she is further away than you expected. She's leaning over what appears to be a warming box, hand inside as she smiles down at something you can't see. "Whatcha got there, Red?"

Her smile widens as you hear small chirps. "Ducklings."

You walk over to her, peering inside and your heart absolutely melts. Inside are the cutest ducklings you've ever seen and you know you're done for when you set your hand down inside and one particular little duckling runs onto your palm.

Mr. Reeves walks over, chuckling. "They were hatched a few days ago. All have been looking mighty strong and are ready to go to good homes."

"How much?"

"Y/N," Wanda laughs. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking this little sucker with me." You pick up your hand, duckling still happily nestled in your palm as you cradle him to your chest and look at Mr. Reeves. "Any chance you have those small plastic kiddie pools?"

"As a matter of fact I do," he muses.

Wanda is giggling the entire time Mr. Reeves gets exactly what you need, you nuzzling the yellow fuzzball to your face. You pay with your own money and sadly hand over the duckling when Mr. Reeves has to box her up. You then carefully take the box from him as Wanda takes the kiddie pool, and you walk behind her as you make your way to the truck.

You have absolutely no regrets about buying the duckling, but you still hide the box as you walk around the truck and open the driver's door. Wanda shoves the kiddie pool into the back with her and Bucky turns so his gaze darts between the both of you- Wanda looking far too amused and you looking a little sheepish as you continue to stand outside the truck.

"What did you do?" He sighs.

"Well we went in to just buy the food," Wanda says, "but-"

"I bought a duck." You blurt. You finally put the box in front of you, on the seat, and you open the lid. The duckling chirps and you beam down at her, picking her up and nuzzling her once more. "I'm gonna name her Flauta." Bucky snorts and Wanda laughs uncontrollably then. "No one tell Laura."

"Gonna be hard to hide her, doll."

Bucky reaches over to take the duckling from you and the sight of him cradling it, holding it up to his face and smiling makes you melt once more. Wanda is staring knowingly at you, but you don't even have the urge to flip her off because you know you're fucked. Instead, you take your phone out of your back pocket and snap a picture.

"That's my new wallpaper."

Bucky doesn't bother admonishing you for taking the picture, so after setting it as your wallpaper you put your phone away and climb into your truck. He holds onto the duckling as you make the drive back to the farm, Wanda giggling every now and then when you glance at Bucky and sigh longingly.

When you make it back to the farm, Clint and Laura are on the porch as the kids play out in the yard. They both stand as you park, their expressions turning suspicious as Wanda hops out of the back with the kiddie pool in tow. You grin as you hurriedly hop out as well, leaving Bucky to carry the incriminating evidence.

You can tell he expected as much as he watches you jog around to his side of the truck, already pointing at him through the opened window. "Bucky bought a duck!"

He shakes his head at you and you blow him a kiss, Clint and Laura then joining you by the truck. "Oh really?" Your brother-in-law muses.

"Yep."

"Mhm." Clint looks to Bucky as Laura bites back a grin. "Buck, what's the duck's name?"

Without missing a beat, he says, "Flauta."

Laura finally laughs. "Nice try, Y/N." As Bucky and Wanda guess how Laura knew, she says, "When we were younger, Y/N did the same thing but with a turtle. She named him Taquito."

"And Taquito lived a long and happy life until we went off to college," you say. "Flauta will live just long, if not longer, here on the farm."

Clint chuckles and then takes the duckling from Bucky. He looks to Wanda and gestures for her to follow him. "Lets go get this little lady all set up. The kids are gonna have a blast."

Laura follows after them, but not before winking at you, and you shake your head as you're left alone with Bucky. He finally climbs out of the truck, shutting the door and then leaning against it. You nervously laugh as he smirks. "You threw me under the bus."

"I couldn't take the chance that they'd make me return Flauta." You pout. "I couldn't send her back, Buckaroo. I'd already named her."

He pushes off the truck, turning you around and laying his arm around your shoulders. For a moment you forget how to breathe. "You're just as bad as Steve."

"Oh whatever." You roll your eyes, grinning as your arm wraps around the back of his waist and start walking towards where Clint went. "Steve got you shot at. I momentarily put you in momma bear's crosshairs." He quietly chuckles. "And besides, I didn't hear you deny it. Admit it, Barnes, I'm growing on you."

"Like a fungus."

You pinch his side. "Oh fuck off." He fully laughs then. "Just you wait, Buckaroo. The day we decide to put sex on the list of things we should definitely be doing, I'm gonna withhold just because you're being an ass."

"You sure about that?" The teasing lilt to his voice suddenly makes you feel at unease. "You sure you won't immediately bend over the table and let me hit it from behind?"

Your face flames, but you can't help but laugh at your earlier words. When you manage to calm down, you can't help but say, "I hate you," as you finish making your way towards your family.

"Nice try, doll, but I'm calling bullshit."

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AOT if you were sick | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Headcanons on how some of the AOT boys would help/comfort you when sick! :)

Characters: Armin, Connie, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi, Niccolo, Reiner,

Gender: Neutral, no references to readers’ gender ! :)

a/n: I haven’t been feeling well lately so badabam badaboom here we go. Also I am trying a new format because I’m pretty sure when I write the bullet points it looks wonky on mobile?...I dunno man :/

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Right off the bat, Armin would ask what your symptoms are. Immediately after telling him he’d rush out to the pharmacy to pick up meds, and probably some comfort food, too.

How does he comfort you?

Armin would comfort you by bringing you things you need like medicine, wet towels, clean clothes, food, etc. Constantly, and I mean constantly asking if you want anything.

He probably would also set up a little sick-station in the living room with a blanket, pillow, cup of water, wet towel, bowl of soup, etc. and put on a TV show you like and just...chill while you watch or nap (if you fall asleep midway through).

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Only if you were super sick. He would 1000% be worried about you while at work, though. You’d get “How are you doing” messages every hour, and he’d totally end up annoying the sh*t out of his co-workers for constantly talking about you being ill. Armin would probably also pick up a little snack/gift for you on his way home.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Most likely not. Armin would be scared he’d get sick too, and then you’d have to take care of him. If you begged him for a quick kiss, or you really whined for some cuddles, then maybe he’ll indulge.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

“Dang bro, that sucks.” And that’s all he says.

How does he comfort you?

I think if you asked him for something, he’d get you it willingly and eagerly, but otherwise he’s clueless; He assumes you’re good if you don’t say anything.

Connie would comfort you by hanging out with you. Most likely, he’d sit you down on the couch and play video games with you, like Mario Kart; or he’d show you him killing a really hard boss. I think he’d also send you funny videos/tiktoks, and I mean like, the really dumb ones, where it’s like...a fart sound effect over an image of a truck. Or a, “Can I touch that badonkadonk fool?”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yup, especially if you asked. I feel like Connie would take any chance he could to take off work, and you being sick would be his opening. He wouldn’t leave you alone all day, either; You’re stuck with him.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Connie does not care if you’re sick. You’re gonna get the same amount of treatment, maybe more if you whine and snuggle into his chest. He thinks you’re even more cute when you’re sick.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Eren would say something like, “Oh. Are you alright?” If you said no, he’d make you a snack or ask if you want anything. Afterwards he would chill with you and probably cuddle or snuggle you. I doubt he would really worry, he’d be real calm about it.

How does he comfort you?

He’d bring you something if you needed it. The only time I could see him getting fussy about it though, is if you interrupted him while he was totally invested in a video game or on a work call.

Most definitely snuggles with you in bed. Probably would do something to tease you too, kissing down your neck and saying “Are you better yet? How about now? Are you better yet?” I can see Eren being totally down for an afternoon nap together anytime you wanted.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

He would ask you if you wanted/needed him to. If you said yes he would, even if you weren’t really sick. Likewise, if you said you’re fine, but were far from fine, he’d call BS and stay home too; if you kept saying he didn’t need to, it’s very likely his stubborn a*s would argue with you and take off anyways.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Definitely. Eren would still, probably even more than usual, baby the ever-loving sh*t out of you. There’s no escaping his cuddles, kisses, or more...sexual activities.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Erwin, like Armin, would ask what’s wrong right away. Except he would completely annoy you by asking a million f*cking questions about your symptoms. He’d probably google them too and list a ton of possibilities that are so far-fetched. He’d end up scaring HIMSELF and forcing you to go to the doctor.

How does he comfort you?

Up your A**. Every five seconds he would be like, “Need something? You’re sure? You’re sure you’re sure? I know I was here five minutes ago, yeah, but I’m just making sure. So you’re sure?”

Pets your head, ruffles your hair. Goes out to pick up medicine, snacks, maybe even flowers. Probably tries to brush your teeth for you. You know, Erwin things.

Would they take/call off work for you?

Y E S. Yes. This man would call off the whole WEEK. He wouldn’t leave you alone, either. The whole damn day he’d be breathing down your NECK. Even if the only discomfort you felt was a scratchy throat. He’d make you call off work too.

Are they still physically affectionate?

I feel like Erwin is on the verge of being either, “Yes, princess, let me hold you.” or, “Oh no, no, no, we can’t be having that. Oh no, no, no. No passing illnesses, sweetie.” If the second were true, the only way to get him off your back would be by threatening to hug him while snot was dripping down your nose. This grown ass man would probably be screaming like a (very deep-voiced) little girl and running for dear life.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Jean would be so FREAKING sweet, and nobody can tell me otherwise. He’d say something like, “Awe, baby. Are you okay? Want anything?” He genuinely cares; although, immediately afterward he did anything nice or caring for you, he’d text all his dude friends and be like “yo man I’m SUCH a good boyfriend.” and brag his a*s off.

How does he comfort you?

He’d ask every once in a while if you needed anything, and he’d randomly bring you stuff like soup or a fresh cup of water. He’d probably feed you it, too.

Depending on what you wanted, Jean would either leave you alone or smother you to death. If you wanted him to leave you alone he’d check in on you every so often, and if you wanted him to smother you, he’d literally follow you all around the house. I’m talking like, cuddling or napping on the couch/bed, or straight up just following you around like an overly-attached child. His arms would be around your waist, chin on your head, and he’d waddle behind you like a d*mn penguin. And that includes trips to the bathroom. He’d probably sit outside the bathroom and wait for you, though.

Would they take/call off work for you?

If you wanted him to, were really sick, or if you were incredibly pitiful and acting like you were on your deathbed. Otherwise, I think he’d still go to work. He would bring home snacks and flowers afterwards though.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Oh my god, Jean would still be all over you. Like, there wouldn’t be a moment you’d be free from his hold. He’d probably still want to have sex with you, too as long as you were feeling well enough for it...The only exception would be if you got too over-heated or over-whelmed, then he’d very sadly hold back. Like a scolded pup, he’d just sit there...watching you...wishing you were in his arms.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

You would tell him you’re not feeling well, and the first thing this man’d say would be, “What is it? You have the sh*ts? Something not coming out?” He’d get you what you needed immediately after you told him what was really wrong, though; but he’d also, very discreetly slip you a box of anti-diarrheals, too, just in case.

How does he comfort you?

Every once in a while he will ask if you need something. He’s not too over-bearing nor distant. Although, he’s probably constantly slipping you hand-sanitzers, and cleaning your room, or anything you’ve touched. It’s for your, and his sake. Oh, and he’s not handing you anything, either; he’s throwing it at you to catch. Or slipping his hand through the door with a bowl of soup/cup of water, and placing it on the floor/nearest surface. Kind of like when a cat pushes their paw through a crack, then disappears, and you’re like, “oh, would you look at that.”

I don’t think Levi would really want to be too close since he’s kind of a clean-freak, so he’d comfort you through, maybe, sending you low-quality cat memes he found on the web. Or he’d put on one of those full-on, ugly, yellow hazard suits and hold your hand while watching a reality-TV show like The Bachelorette meanwhile mocking them to oblivion. You’re legally required to laugh at the comments he makes about the people on the show; he’s doing it to be funny. He’s just awkward.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

If you were pitiful, or not that sick, no. If you were genuinely pretty sick, then he’d call off work. He wouldn’t bug you, he’d just...stand in the corner and watch you. Just...he’d be there. Also still in his hazard suit. With his arms crossed.

Are they still physically affectionate?

No. Absolutely not. Not unless you’re talking about him and the cleaning supplies. I think if you tried to go anywhere near him, he’d get really mad and threaten you with a spray-bottle filled with water.

I think he would be upset, though. Like, I could see him having a calendar and just...sadly, squeakily dragging that marker down to form an X over the day to see how long you were sick, waiting ‘till you were better so he could hug you again.

𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

In a worried, but also kind of loving-scolding way, he’d say something like, “Geez, how’d this happen?” Immediately after he’d make you some homemade soup with fresh ingredients. Only after he would give you your medicine, because it needs a, “full stomach to work.”

Additionally, if he makes you food, don’t tell him if you can’t taste it. Please, god, don’t. He’ll feel like he did all that work for nothing then get annoyed.

How does he comfort you?

Constantly bringing you food or desserts. When he asks if you need anything, his mind jumps to a food or drink instead of medicine or a wet towel, because that’s just his strong-suit.

I feel like he would hang out with you and let you lay your head on his chest while you watched TV together. I picture him saying something like, “Hey babe, let’s watch Hell’s Kitchen.” Or, alternatively, “Hey babe, let’s watch Kitchen Nightmares.” Don’t watch Kitchen Nightmares with him. Those unclean kitchens will make HIM vomit, too.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Niccolo probably wouldn’t call off, but he would make you a whole bunch of yummy meals for you to eat the next day. He’d probably leave you a cute little note too, like a “Feel better, love you! :-D” with hearts all over it.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Depends on what kind of sickness you had. I think if you lost your taste he’d draw the line, simply because he needs to be able to taste the food he makes. Also, it frustrates the sh*t out of him when he loses his taste. Otherwise, I think he’d be down to cuddle, and very limitedly, kiss.

𝕽𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Gets VERY concerned. Wants to take you to the doctor, even if it’s a light illness, because he wants to make sure it’s nothing bad. He wouldn’t leave you alone after you tell him you’re sick, either. Constantly by your side.

How does he comfort you?

You wouldn’t need to ask for anything, because he already has everything for you. You’re surrounded in snacks, bottles of water, blankets, pillows, wet towels, medicine, literally anything you need, it’s already there. He’ll even offer to carry you to the bathroom, just so you don’t have to move.

Reiner would probably cuddle with you and put on a romance, family, or Disney movie. If it’s extra emotional, it’s gonna make him extra emotional. He will be squeezing you for dear life and just saying stuff like, “Boy, I don’t know what I’d do without you...”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yes, even if all you had was the sniffles, Reiner would have already called off, and make you call off too. He just thinks that’s what you should do if a loved one is sick. If he left you alone, he’d get worried you’d end up falling or unable to get something you need. He wants to be there for you.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Reiner would, but in a much more sweet way. He’s genuinely really worried for you, and doesn’t like seeing you sick. So be prepared for him to constantly be holding you with your head on his chest, and him peppering kisses all over your face.

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Chapter Three: Back to Me: Jeon Jungkook

Yandere. Plus size.

"Babe! Do you like supreme pizza?!"

Jessie glanced up, mostly at herself in the mirror of Jungkook's hotel bathroom.

That was new.

The pet names that was.

Sure he'd always called her marshmallow when they were little but since they reconnected a few hours ago it was all babe this and jagi that.

She tried not to read too much into it and she figured that was just how he was now.

It was a long way from the shy little boy she once knew.

She shook her head before answering, "Yeah, I'm not picky!"

She heard him respond with a 'cool cool cool' making her giggle as she dried her hands and made her way back into the room.

He was chattering away on the phone as he ordered God knows what though she did catch pizza and wings and pasta and something about cheese bread and "oh do you still carry those cinnamon roll things. She loves cinnamon rolls."

"Geez bunny." She teased. "Are you trying to feed the whole country?"

He rolled his eyes at her but smiled all the same as he finished up the call.

"Cut me some slack." He whined. "I just wanna have a nice meal with you."

"Jungkook, it would take us all night to eat that." She laughed.

Good, he thought.

"But then again it is you and unless your appetite has changed, I'm fairly sure you could probably just unhinge your jaw Venom style and swallow it whole." She said.

Jungkook patted his lean stomach, "Nah, I can still put it away. Can you?"

She shrugged, "Probably but seeing as how I have to be up early for a meeting in the morning, I'll resist the urge to put myself in a food coma. "

Jungkook's face fell as the notion of her leaving crossed his mind again.

It didn't go unnoticed and she tilted her head at him.

"What's wrong, bunny?" She asked reaching up to touch his face.

His eyes closed at the contact.

"I just.. I just don't want you to go." He said.

"I know." She said. "But like I said, I have a meeting. But we dont have to worry about it right now. I got some time to hang out and catch up."

He gnawed on his lip, still worrying over her leaving later.

He only stopped when her thumb literally tugged it from between his teeth and soothe the pad of her finger over it.

"Stop that." She giggled. "You're gonna tear your lips to pieces. Hold on. You need some lip balm."

She dug around in her pocket for a second before pulling out the tube and gently applying it to his lips.

'This is her lip balm. It's been on her lips. And now... she's putting it on mine.' He thought as he watched her apply it.

It was as close as he'd ever gotten to kissing her.

She smoothed her thumb around the edges before gently patting his cheek, "There you go. All better."

Jungkook resisted the urge to say a kiss would make it better regardless of the fact that he was fine.

However.

She leaned up and placed a soft kiss to his forehead, "And a kiss to make it better. "

He just stared at her for a second and it seemed to make her uncomfortable.

"Sorry. " she giggled nervously. "I didn't mean to invade your personal space. I wasnt even thinking. It's just something my dad always did and I think that's why I do it now."

"No, no. I dont mind, jagi." He said. "Its nice. I was just surprised. But a good surprised!"

She nodded and he could tell that she still felt a little embarrassed.

"Uh, how is your dad by the way?" He asked and instantly regretted it by the look on her face.

"Oh um. Well he passed away a couple of years ago actually. " she said softly.

Jungkook crumbled internally.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't-"

"You didn't know, bunny. It's ok anyway. I don't mind talking about him. He was lucky really. He just went in his sleep one night. He didnt suffer.' She said placing a hand on his chest when she could tell he still felt awful. "Really, darlin. It's ok."

The two of them fell silent.

His dark eyes staring into her bright ones.

Each of them watching the swirls of color glimmer in the other's.

They were only broken from their trance when a knock sounded at the door.

Jungkook shook his head before calling out to whoever it was that he was coming.

He opened the door to reveal Jin who instantly breezed past Jungkook, much to his annoyance.

"Have you two eaten?" He asked. "The others are gonna order food and watch a movie in a bit. You're welcome to join."

"I already ordered room service. " Jungkook all but snapped.

He managed to cool his tone at the last second but it didnt go unnoticed by Jin.

However, rather than have it out with the maknae right there he turned to Jessie.

"You should bring your food when it gets here and come watch the movie. We would all love to get to know you more. I know Taehyung, in particular, has been asking about you. I think you've got yourself a fanboy. " Jin said.

Jungkook was fuming.

Jessie laughed, "Bless his heart. I'm flattered. And I would love to hang out with you all. Especially since you all seem so important to Jungkook. But unfortunately I wont be able to stay very long. I have a meeting early tomorrow so I'll have to go in a bit. "

Jin nodded, "I understand that all too well. It was nice to meet you and I hope we can see you again."

Jessie nodded and bid him farewell before turning back to Jungkook.

"I guess we could go say hello while we wait on the food though." She said. "I dont want your friends to think I'm rude."

He shook his head, "They just want to be around you because your beautiful."

Her brows shot up and she laughed a little nervously, "Well thank you for the compliment but I doubt that's why, bunny. They probably just want to make sure they look after their maknae. After all, I am a stranger to them. "

"You're not a stranger. " he said instantly moving forward and wrapping his arms around her. "You're my best friend. "

She laughed, "Ok but we haven't seen each other in fourteen years, bunny. We are strangers to each other whether you want to admit it or not."

He shrugged, "That's ok. It just means we can learn each other again."

"I agree. It'll be exciting to see how much you've changed." She said. "For example, I don't remember you being this cuddly before."

"I always held your hand!" He defended. "And I hugged you and we walked arm in arm all the time!"

"All things that I initiated, bunny." She smirked a little. "I'm not complaining but the Jungkook that I knew would have NEVER."

"I was ten. Gimme a break." He deadpanned.

She snickered.

"Besides I was a kid and you were my first crush. I didnt know how to process that." He said.

"Awww baby Koooooo!" She teased pinching his cheeks making him laugh.

"I was devastated when you left." He said seriously.

Jessie nodded, her mood sobering, "Me too, honey. I cried for the longest time. Dad even considered coming back to Korea. But he ended up getting a job in Egypt and we had to go again."

"I bet you did ok, baby." He said. "You've always been good at making friends. "

Jessie snorted.

"No, I'm not. I'm talkative and friendly but I'm not great with a lot of people. Most people can't handle my crazy bursts of energy where I hyper fixate on something or how they dip off and I need to just sit in a dark room for a while. I've come to realize that throughout all my interactions in life, you were really the only one who ever understood me and didn't get mad at me for something I had no control over. I know we were just kids but I never felt safer or more accepted than when I was with you." She admitted.

Jungkook's heart raced in his chest.

She chuckled and shook her head, "You know, I think you were my first love, bunny. How ridiculous of me. We were only ten. We didn't even know what love was."

He pulled her closer, pressing his forehead against hers , staring down into her eyes.

"Its not ridiculous. You're my first love too." He whispered. "And it doesn't matter about the age. I knew you were special when we were six. We dont have to understand it to know that we feel it."

Jessie couldn't do anything but just stare into his eyes.

Those big dark orbs had her completely paralyzed.

"If I'm being honest, I still feel it." He said softly.

"You do? But we don't even know..." she started but he cut her off with a shake of his head.

His forehead was still resting against hers and he closed his eyes when he did it, a smile tugging at his mouth.

"It doesn't matter what's changed. My soul still knows yours." He said finally looking at her again. "Can you honestly tell me you don't feel the same?"

She was silent for a moment and that spiral of darkness began to churn in Jungkook's stomach.

Had he gone too far?

Said too much too soon?

What if he scared her?

What if she left?

She couldn't leave.

Not again.

He wouldn't let her.

"I- I do." She whispered and just like that, the tension melted and seeped into his veins again giving him a high that left him euphoric.

"Don't leave me again." He whispered.

"I found you again. " she said. "What makes you think that I'd go so easily?"

"You almost did at the fansign." He pointed out. "You would've slipped away again if I hadn't done something. I didn't do anything the first time but I won't make that mistake again. I'll never let you go now."

She giggled , "Well if you had bothered to look at the gift I gave you, you'd know that I gave you all my contact information. I was going to leave it up to you if you wanted to catch up. But you kinda jumped the gun."

He laughed but he didn't care.

He'd do it all over again.

"So let's check out this gift of yours." He said pulling her with him towards the couch.

"Nooooo!" She whined. "You were supposed to look at it by yourself! Have mercy on me, bunny! Don't embarrass me like this!"

Jungkook jerked her down into his lap rather unceremoniously, trapping her there with a strong arm wrapped around her soft, cushiony middle.

With his other hand he removed the tissue paper and dug out the little picture frame.

A little Jessie and Jungkook stood there.

Jungkook's cheeks had been puffed with the donut he was eating and his eyes wide as Jessie had launched herself in his direction, arms wrapped around him and smashing a giant kiss to his cheek.

He laughed and it only intensified when he saw her embarrassed state.

She snatched it out of his hand and threw it on the bed.

"I regret giving you this now!" She grumbled. "I should've left it where it was. I'm going to destroy it and maybe save myself a little slice of dignity."

Jungkook chuckled but locked his other arm around to keep her from going anywhere.

"Dont you dare. I love it and I'm keeping it forever." He grinned, thoroughly enjoying how red she was getting.

She eventually wiggled her way out of his arms for some much needed air after he decided he was done torturing her... and also because room service finally came.

They talked and ate until they were miserable.

Laid out on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

He knew her well enough to know that she was getting overwhelmed again.

So just like he had done countless of times when they were little, he turned the lights off, cranked the AC and put some music on.

Jessie was glad for the darkness of the room as it prevented him from seeing her teary eyes.

All this time and not only could he still recognize when it was becoming too much for her... but he knew exactly what to do.

"Listen I know you said you have a meeting early but is there anyway you can get out of it?" He asked softly.

"I really can't, bunny. It's a brand sponsorship for the channel and I have to be there." She said sadly.

He sighed, "It's just... and I know it's stupid because we're not kids and we have each others info and all but... I just can't let you go. I can't. I have this miserable feeling in my stomach that if I let you go... I'll never see you again. "

"Bun, you know that's not true." She said in the darkness before turning and cuddling into his side.

Jungkook felt like he could cry when she threaded her fingers into his hair and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I know but I can't help it." He whispered.

She sighed, "I dont wanna go either."

"The stay. Please." He said. "I don't have any schedules tomorrow. We can spend the whole day together. We can do whatever you want. Please. Just stay with me."

"I can't get out of that meeting but let me call my assistant and see if I can maybe do it via zoom or something." She said and he shot up in bed, flicking the light on in his excitement.

"Really?"

"I'm not gonna make any promises but if I can, then I'll stay." She said. "I'll have to go back to my hotel and get my stuff though. And the meeting is early. Six am. Bunny, now that I think about it, I dont know. I dont want to wake you up that-"

He cut her off, "I don't care. We can go get it together and you'll come back here with me. Dont worry about waking me up. I sleep like a dead body. You could probably have a party on top of me and I'd never know the difference. "

Jessie laughed, "ok storing that piece of information away for a rainy day. "

"So?" He asked hopefully.

She settled her hands on either side of his face before leaning down to place a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Let me make some calls, bunny."

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