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min-yunki-agustd · 2 years

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Could you do a sick Yoongi, the rest caretakers where there doing a run episode or group Vlive or something. There's no real catalyst for it, but suddenly Yoongi finds himself puking and the others care for him

Sure thing! I've done one like this as a run so I'll do a Vlive this time. this before Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy it! also, you didn't put any numbers so I added some I hope you don't mind. Pls, enjoy!

“Feeling better now, [nickname]?”

“You look like death right now.”

“Awe, c'mere. You look like you need a hug.”

“You alright?”

Sickie: yoongi

Caretaker: ot7

Tw: mention of emeto, nausea v****

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It was a pretty chill Vlive. They were celebrating another milestone. Their tenth years of being together as a group. They were celebrating with the army. They planned to sit and answer questions.. As usual, the room was set up nicely with all the members sitting so they all could be seen. There was a banquet of food on a short table in front of them. It had their favorites like banana milk and oranges and various fruits, snacks, and drinks. Also on the table were purple and gold decorations with pictures from the group's debut.

They were dressed in clothes similar to the ones they'd worn during the time of their first album. They were all in black, with big baggy t shirts/ jerseys. Along with shorts and long socks that had the words bts on them. They did this in memorial of their past. Most of the members were a bit nervous. It had been a while since some of them did a life but they knew how it always went when they were all together. Or so they thought. This time along with answering questions from Army they would have to ask each other questions from q cards given by the staff. a few of the questions were about their experiences as a group good and bad etc. To switch it up they put in embarrassing questions. If the member did not want to answer they had to pick from the mystery box which contained gross foods and eat it.

Just like the old times with choosing cards yoongi always got the bad card. Each round he'd get the embarrassing question. Yoongi usually didn't care much about what people thought but they weren't embarrassing in the sense of doing something another member would think is embarrassing, it would be more like asking yoongi if he sent a long I love you text to taehyung. Or if he was looking for an excuse to hold Jimin's hand during a run episode. That for yoongi was more embarrassing than yelling out that you stole jk's underwear to assert dominance ( this man really did that Irl) on a rooftop.

After six embarrassing questions and having to eat several different gross food items his stomach began to not feel so great. He was stuffed. Far too stuff to even enjoy the clementines that sat on the table. He really wanted one. But he knew it would only further upset his full to the brim stomach. He really didn't need that. His stomach was already swirling. While the other members played around, giggled, danced, and sang lyrics to old songs they sang yoongi sat still. In fear of upsetting his stomach further. It was hard to keep still with Jungkook constantly shaking him around and dancing on him purposefully. This jostled the olders stomach.

Frankly being still wasn't working and the longer he sat there with his crosses. The worse he felt. He began to get nauseous after the seventh time he had pulled from the gross food box of mystery and eat something strange. He pulled out something that was mixed together in a ball. from the box. It smelled spicy but it tasted sour, with the texture of the cake. It sat hard in his bloated belly. Yoongi began to feel a cramped form in his belly. Yoongi rubbed his middle section. nausea was rising in his throat. He tried to force it down several times. He'd try coughing to clear his throat. Yoongi tried to swallow, forcing down the acidy-tasting spit. Nothing work. The feeling could just come back, and the saliva would build back up in his throat.

He began to faze out of the conversation, only being able to focus on his aching belling and nausea that sat in his throat. the members laughing brought him back to reality. " what about you hyung" jungkook nudges yoongi's shoulder. " huh?" yoongi says surprised. The members all laughed again. Yoongi didn't get what they were joking about. He didn't care much for laughing at the moment. His stomach was hurting too much. Namjoon must have been staring for quite some time to notice that his hyung wasn't doing too well. Namjoon leaned over and whispered in his hyungs ear. " you alright? hyung?" Namjoons voice ticked yoongi's ear drum and a shiver ran down yoongi's spine. Yoongi was afraid of setting off his stomach if he spoke so he kept his mouth squeezed shut and nodded his head. This also caused less suspicion with the camera in front of them.

Jungkook being right beside the two catches on to the conversation. making him worry if his hyung is actually alright. Jungkook's thought was forgotten momentarily when Jimin asked a question about his turn. The game went on. Hoseok was asked an embarrassing question and now has decided to choose from the box of misery. despite having a strong gag reflex. Hoseok wasn't t good with gross stuff generally but once he stuck his hand in the box and felt something slimy he knew it was over for him. He pulled out what appeared to be a jello hand. It was slimy and the oder it amitted told him and the others that this was no ordinary kind of jello. He took a sniff out of curiosity and gagged immediately. Yoongi wasn't one to feel sympathy in this manner but something about hearing the other gag made something in him feel wrong.

Now there was an overbearing amount of spit in his mouth. It was making his nausea worse to force it down. It made his stomach swirl every time he did. It was now jungkooks turn. He got an easy question. He answered giggling and even took a sip of his banana milk to celebrate. It was yoongi's turn again. Yoongi took in a deep breath. His stomach felt tight as his lungs took in air and then released it. He really couldn't eat anything else. To his luck, this was the final round. After him, namjoon would go and the little game would end. They'd probably just answer a few more questions from Army and then tell Army that they had to go.

He hoped it went that way, so he could finally go home and sleep this pain off. Of course, he got the last bad carded question. He decided to himself that no matter what it said he'd just say the answer. He was asked the question by Jimin. yoongi listen to the question. " were you on that day actually wearing and mostly only wearing underwear with bears on them?" Jimin and Jungkook giggled profusely. Namjoon grinned hard. Namjoons shoulders shook as he giggled silently. Jhope burst out into laughter yelling out " oh hyung " as he laughed. Jimin was practically rolling out of his seat almost taking out taehyung with him. Yoongi couldn't help but smile at the question. He figured this would be a light and funny question for him to answer. " yes..." yoongi says slightly blushing and pouting. " yes what hyung?" Jimin says sitting back on his chair and picking up the card he dropped while falling. " yes... I wore underwear with bears on them.

All the members and the entire crew wear laughing uncontrollably. Jimin stands from his seat with his finger in the air looking at the directer. " that doesn't count" Jimin says with a grin. jimin restates the question. " He didn't answer the question correctly which means." Jimin picks up the box and puts it in yoongi's lap. everyone found it hilarious. Yoongi on the other hand knew for sure that he wouldn't last any longer threw the vlive with the way he was feeling. His stomach swirled at the thought of eating something. He swallowed down the spit that had built back up in his throat and he dug his hand into the box of miserly.

He pulled out something he could barely comprehend the shape of. He showed it to the camera and the curious members and forced it down. The moment it hit his tongue he gagged. Namjoon was the first to notice a problem when yoongi's face screwed up." Hyung? " Namjoon says looking in yoongi's direction. Namjoon forgot all about how sick yoongi was looking earlier. There was a moment of silence where everyone watched yoongi to see what was going to happen next. Yoongi gagged into his hand again dryly. He burped into a fist and out came a blast of puke. It hit him fast without a warning. He convulsed. Spatters of puke hit the table. Everyone beside and behind him jumped back. some like hobi and tae move out of the camera's view completely. Not being able to stomach what's currently happening. The cameras came off insatiately.

The crew already started working on an explanation to post for Army so they wouldn't worry. In between surges of puke, yoongi felt embarrassed. Embarrassed that he ruined the table and everything in front of him snd that he even threw up at all in front of his coworkers and bandmates. puke was now dripping from his hand onto his pants. One of the crew found a trash can and gave it to him. " ahhh yoongiah" Jin says coming back closer to yoongi. JIn rubs the younger back. He retched in response. Not being able to even comprehend what jin was saying.

Yoongi stuck his head into the trash can not wanting to make any more of a mess. he burped. it echoed in the trash can and hobi cringed. hobi help his mouth and gave a small gag. Taehyung ushered him into the next room. The smell that hit his nose while face down in the trash taunted him causing him to bring up more and more. Namjoon tried to stay and give comforting pats on yoongi's shoulder but the signs and smells were starting to be tough to handle after eating himself alittle too full. It was that way for every member Jimin tried to give his hyung comforting words but they were drowned out by the echoing sound of sick. He liked namjoon and jin was determined. determined to stay by yoongi side. It eventually got to a point that it wasn't so bad. Yoongi stomach was finally letting up. Yoongi's rounds of puking became fewer and fewer.

If yoongi ever had the pleasure of knowing what concoction was made He vowed to himself that he'd never, ever have it again. He now sat in front of a full trash can. Try desperately to catch his breath and calm his stomach. His stomach still swirled in the side and every now and then would convulse. But, it wouldn't bring up a gag. It was just painful and awfully nauseating. to his fortune, he was empty and had nothing more to bring up. The crew had long since started packing and cleaning up. The only person not moving was yoongi. He sat still where he'd been the entire time along with namjoon, Jin, and Jimin. Once the other members noticed that yoongi had stopped puking they came back into the room. Hobi felt a bit bad for leaving. but his stomach wasn't going to let him stick around without making a mess.

Jin finally broke the silence among the boys who were now gathered around yoongi. Yoongi hadn't even noticed they were back He had His eyes closed and a firm grip on his achy stomach. He felt a migraine coming on from the nonstop puking, which is why he had his eyes closed. The light felt like they were burning threw his eyelids. " ahhh, yoongiah, You look like death right now.” Jin says. Yoongi flinches at the sudden talking behind him, the sound of his hyungs loud voice caused his head to throb. Jin noticed and changed his expression. Yoongi kept his eyes closed but moved his hand from his middle to his throbbing head. Right then the manager walks up to the group and explains that the cars were ready and that they should all go home and rest for the night. especially yoongi. The manager adds that if yoongi is feeling well tomorrow to inform him and he'd change the schedule so he could rest longer. He told them good night and to go home.

The member from that point on took that as a sign to baby yoongi. Hobi helped carry yoongi's things to the car which was mostly his phone and the jacket he had to take off. He felt too hot to wear it. Jimin opened the door to the van allowing him to have the best seat in the car. yoongi sat in between jungkook and Jimin. The other members hopped into the car as well. with Jin in the passenger seat, namjoon in the second row, and taehyung and hobi in the back curled up together. He honestly didn't care where he sat as long as he could get some rest on the ride home. While driving home yoongi noticed just how bumpy the road was. It could just have been his migraine magnifying every movement the car did but either way he was starting to feel nauseous again. The car did a bump that messed with yoongi's stomach a lot. Jimin could tell he was struggling and latched onto yoongi's hand. Yoongi wished that the comforting notion helped but it wasn't going to settle his stomach. Yoongi decided to take Jimin's hand and place it against his belly. " no pressure please" Jimin giggled softly and rubbed his hyungs belly. He hadn't received many belly rubs from Jimin but this was nice it felt really good. Jimin wasn't moving too fast and his hand was soft and warm.

He was enjoying it until the car jerked causing Jimin's hand to be pushed into yoongi's stomach. Yoongi pushed Jimin's hand aside. He tapped on jins shoulder who was in the passenger's seat dosing off. " tell the driver to -" a wet gag was heard. Jin turned back to look at yoongi almost breaking his neck in the prosses. Yoongi swallowed hard. that didn't taste very good he thought. Acid had risen in his throat. Jin told the driver to stop the car. Yoongi forced the car door open and lowered his body closer to the ground. we waited for it to come back up his throat. it didn't. A stronger wave of nausea built up but he didn't throw up. After what felt like hours, it passed and he sat for a moment to collect himself. He cut his break short knowing the members were really tired and so was he. He gave the driver the ok and they were off to the door with no further incidents.

At the dorm, the members did as much as they could for the boy. Making sure he didn't have to lift a single finger. They got him some meds, prepared him a shower along with fresh clothes, they gave him a bit of rice to put on his stomach and they made him tea to sip. " so hyung... you feeling any better? " jk asked standing over yoongi as he laid off the couch soundlessly. " My head still hurts. “Awe, c'mere. You look like you need a hug.” jk squeezed his hyung in his arms and then scooted his body up against his and laid on the couch with him, one by one the members joined the cuddle fest. leaving yoongi stuck in between them all. despite having no room at all they managed to fall asleep that way. with taehyung almost falling on the couch in his sleep and hsoeok quite literally laying on top of namjoon. Yoongi felt very loved and very squshed.

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I have no idea how long this is but I hope you enjoyed it. thanks for being so patient I really appreciate it!

#sick!suga #sick bts #bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw nausea #tw emeto ment #tw vomit #btssickfic request #tw emetophobia #namjoon caretaker #sickieyoongi #bangtan sickfic #bts sickfic drabble #cartaker!ot7 #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!hoseok #caretaker!taehyung

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unnursvanablog · 11 months

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King the Land is by far one of the more hyped dramas of the year by 2nd gen stans and just kdrama fans that have mostly been introduced to both Yoona and Junho through dramas. Soshipm has always been very popular (and understandably so) amongst fans but I must admit Yoona and Junho wasn’t one of those parings from soshipm that I though would be doing dramas together first. Nor did I really think they fit that much together. I had always though out of all the soshi actresses Junho would be pared with Yuri for some reason.

(I must add that Soshi is my ult kpop group, but I have also considered myself a hottest since 2009).

But fans have been begging for this since they did MC and the mbc gayo in 2021 and now finally JTBC has finally given it to us. JTBC who are not that good at rom-coms and I often struggle with Junho is rom-coms but love love love him in more serious melodramatic roles. Those just suit him way more imho. But I am always willing to be proven wrong!

King the Land (which I still think is an odd title btw… like what does it mean, although I am sure it makes more sense in Korean and it’s just an odd translation) just seems to be a very standard rom-com with your standard female kdama rom-com heroine vs your standard male lead in a standard kdrama rom-com. The characters are a bit of a blank slate now and a bit inconstant. They are there to serve the plot but they often go against common sense.

Let’s see of the script and the charm if the actors can make these characters and story have a bit more bite to them than they do on paper. It does feel quite a bit like a old-school cliché rom-com, which sure feels a bit nostalgic and fun in a sense, but I wish it had taken the notes of those older kdrama rom-coms and just updated it a bit more. Played with it a bit, instead of a story that just follows the old plots, because it feels like we have sort of moved away from some of these tropes and plot-points in 2023 rom-coms.

Both of our leads are actually dealing with some dead mother issues it seems, which has shaped their lives in adulthood - a trope that isn’t my favorite way to add trauma and stuff to a story but I also don’t totally hate it or loath it. It doesn’t make me groan, more just slightly sigh when it comes up. I have seen it done well (but that’s the thing with most over-used storylines and tropes… they can always be done well, it just rarely happens). Please just don’t make their death connected with some murder mystery or something. That might make me turn off my tv and never turn it on again.

I was happy to see that Junho’s character in this drama isn’t an outright asshole type of kdrama male lead and just kinda blunt and direct and emotionally numb due to trauma and tragic past sort of male lead (but those can also be sort of boring depending on the actor) but I wish we could get something else. I am however already tired of the rich-family story.

Did they just get Junho and Yoona and just dig up some old script that was stuffed away in a drawer? well JTBC didn’t really start producing dramas when dramas like Secret Garden were popular. But then again JTBC aren’t really that good at rom-coms I think. But there must have been something more to this story that attracted both actors to this drama, or did they just both want to act with each other and do something that didn’t feel too draining/demanding? which is totally fair.

It’s a bit excessive with Junho skydiving into work or owning a goddamn castle in the British countryside, but it is also so laugh out loud funny. But some of the toilet humor isn’t really the remarkable comedy it’s suppose to be and I have never found it funny.

I wonder what’s the point of some parts in the episodes, like this first encounter that we get with them in the gym. Like from a storytelling perspective, because so far I am coming up empty. There were million other, non sexist ways to do that. To show he isn’t a bad buy? because how could a handsome man like him ever do something perverted? ugh.

This isn’t really the first time this sort of misunderstandings happen where the female lead rightfully calls out a certain behavior and stands up for herself only for it being a misunderstanding or her mistaking the male lead for someone else who did do the thing and it’s always so odd to see it often blow up in the female leads face. It gives of the message that only a certain men, the non-good looking one, are going to do these deeds and someone who is nice and pleasant looking could never do that!. And I don’t like it one bit. It’s just wrong message to send out there.

Love the focused this episode is giving the girls and their friendship. I thought the second episode would then focus more on the male lead but no, it was refreshingly balanced between the two. And we seem to be getting some cute secondary romances as well, for some fillers. Let’s hope the drama won’t at least sideline the female lead too much and actually give us a balance between the two. That was one of the standout things from both episodes. The friendship scenes. Because all the female character make sense in those scenes, but not in others.

The chemistry between the leads is nice and it’s obvious that Yoona and Junho are very comfortable with each other after having promoted often together and such as idols, but to me it isn’t exploding or sizzling, but we haven’t really seen that much for them together and the romance part hasn’t really kicked it. They are very much still in the ‘you get on my nerves’ phase.

Just give me pining, lots and lots of pining. And make him fall in love first and make him suffer. Those types of rom-coms are the best.

Now I would also love for me to not be able to tell every story beat way before it comes on my screen, but it does make for a relatively at ease and easy watching experience to just enjoy but not think too much about. I don’t think this drama is going to too trying or going out of the rom com box and trying new things per se but I do expect it to be entertaining and cute watch judging by these two episodes. Let’s just hope that it won’t drag to much toward the middle because that’s often the biggest hurdle with these rom-coms.

Lastly, I must also note the overwhelming focus that the male leads has in these tags (all the gifs are just off him) and in other places that kdramas are discussed already annoys me. Kdrama fans never change, huh! so damn male centric.

#king the land #first impressions

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missbaphomet · 2 years

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My personal relationship with the word "Queer":

I have always considered myself strange, or at least I've usually been the black sheep among my peers.

I was a horse girl.

I was raised as a catholic but never really believed any of it. I also live in the Bible Belt.

I was always ravenously curious about the world around me, especially in regards to things like medicine and biology. I would spend hours watching Animal Planet and the Discovery Channel back when they were educational. I've seen every episode of Forensic Files, Mythbusters, and Dirty Jobs a dozen times over. I loved shows like Monsters Inside Me, The Most Extreme Countdown, and Untamed and Uncut.

I was obsessed with books.

I'm the token "bleeding heart liberal" in my family (despite being a centrist).

I had by far the most fucked mental health of anyone I knew growing up.

I despise driving with a burning passion and had to be forced to learn.

As an adult, I still collect and sleep with stuffed animals.

I got really into Fandom as a young teen

I'm kinky

I know more than I probably should about torture methods

I love true crime

There are many other things, but these are a few. A lot of these may be considered normal elsewhere, but where I'm from and compared to my peers I was a massive outlier.

My point is there are a lot of quirks and idiosyncrasies that make me 'weird', but I have never once felt my sexuality was one of them.

I didn't come out as bisexual for a long time because I didn't realize it was something I could be. I genuinely thought everyone felt the way I did. I didn't know anyone who was LGBT at all until I was well into my teens, and even then it wasn't something that was really talked about. As I got older I learned a bit more, but it still never really clicked for me until a close friend genuinely asked me if I was sure. Suddenly it all just kinda fell into place for me? It all made sense. I was bisexual, and I always had been. And you know what? Nothing changed. I was still me. It never made me feel strange or abnormal to be bisexual, it was as natural as breathing. Even when I came out publicly, nothing changed. My mom wasn't the happiest, but most of my friends told me that they had suspected I wasn't straight for years. Despite being in the bible belt, church on every corner deep south, most people who knew me were either already pretty sure I wasn't straight or didn't care. Of course I was apprehensive about coming out, but in my case literally nothing changed. It was never strange that I was bisexual, it was simply something I was and had always been.

And this is why I fucking despise being called 'queer'. I'm simply not queer. I am bisexual. I am myself. Being bisexual is normal, it is the most normal thing in the world for me. I haven't known a time when I wasn't bisexual, and neither has anyone who has ever known me. I have always been bisexual. This is my normal. There's absolutely nothing queer about my sexuality, and I don't see a reason to identify with or be identified with being 'queer', because I'm simply not.

I am normal. I am bisexual. I am whole and happy and unapologetically myself.

#baph bleats

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 1 year

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When reading dcla fics, is there some pet peeve you have? Like with a character or something?

I have read too few Bia fics to make a judgement.

For Violetta, I guess it is where I personally feel like they haven't gotten the characters? But it's more a me problem cause I have one way of viewing the characters and others have other ways. I guess one big pet peeve is like, when they portray a character as much more jealous and obnoxious than they were in the show. Cause in the show, it's not that bad and they mostly go from how a character acted like, during some certain episodes or something. Sometimes they can make a character go "omg I can't believe you got me roses instead of violets smh I hate you" and like... yes, they could act ungrateful in some scenes but never at that level. Idk if I make sense. It's like I get where they're coming from but they just make it too over the top and I am like "they're not THAT bad".

For SL, in small cases I've thought some people haven't really gotten Jim and Yam, especially Yam, but tbh not many people even feature them as characters in fics so it's not much I can say. I do however, have a bit of a pet peeve with how I've seen Luna getting portrayed. Cause, Luna is energetic, very excited, bubbly and does have a child-like mind at times. But sometimes in fics, she's almost portrayed as if she was a toddler. Like she isn't "smart", doesn't know basic info, everyone, including the author, treats her like she's at least 10 years younger than everyone else. And like... yes, Luna is childish, but she is also a lot of the times acting like a real 16 year old would. She is 16-17 during the majority of the show, not 6-7. Idk if we as a society expects people at that age to be more "mature" cause like. They're not. When she speaks to her friends, I don't feel like she's younger than them, they all seem to be the same age. Jim and Yam seem to be in the same level as her, even she and Nina in their own scenes act like real 16 year old girls would. She only feels younger around Ámbar and Matteo, but they are also canonically a year older. With Simón it's a little mixed, cause sometimes he does feel older, but since they're childhood friends they kind of are on the same level too when they talk to each other, I think. Anyway, I've actually never enjoyed when the "bubbly, energetic character with a child-like mind" is treated like they are toddlers. This is something I've seen in several fandoms. I think a part of it is that I myself have always been quite "child-like", in the sense that I've liked kids shows, felt entertained by things made for people much younger, loved stuffed animals, played with toys until I literally was like 14, and in a lot of contexts, even with people my own age, I've felt "immature" (what's funny though is that I at the same time has always had a very dirty and adult humor mind, so it's a very weird mix). Anyway, so I am always drawn to characters like this, even if I myself not always are energetic and bubbly - but I am on the inside lol. But then I've realized that, I've always just been acting my age, it's just felt like everyone else was more mature. So when I see characters like Luna, yes, she's child-like, but she shouldn't be completely babyfied and treated like she's in kindergarten. She's a normal teenage girl and they are in all sorts of ways.

#kinda went off lol #hope you get what i mean #violetta #soy luna #dcla

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Bring Me Back

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Filming “Cherry” had its ups and downs for Tom. When filming finally takes its toll on him, you’re there to instantly bring him back from the world of Cherry.

Warnings: Mentions of drug abuse, PTSD, murder. A smidge of smut.

A/n: In honor of the Cherry🍒 trailer dropping, I decided to write this!

(GIF creds: @atealiers )

Any kind of project was a blessing to Tom. He loved being an actor. He was fond of telling stories through the big screen and got a kick from portraying many different characters. Acting was something he felt passionate about, it was his craft and he was very dedicated when it came to becoming his roles. Cherry was quite different from the other movies he’s been in. It was dark and contained many subjects like drug addiction, PTSD, and crime. The world of Cherry was something Tom was not used to; it was twisted. He hasn’t been exposed to things like drugs or the events that Nico Walker had been through. Which was why he was hesitant to take on the role of Cherry.

When the Russo Brothers approached him with the idea, he was excited. He was getting the opportunity to tell another story and would explore the world of a new character. Though the more he looked into it, he realized that maybe he wasn’t up for the role. Was he really ready to dive into the dark and traumatizing life of Nico Walker? As an actor, he was willing to take the job, it would give him an opportunity to expand his career and would possibly be one of his best work. As Tom, he wasn’t sure if he could handle learning or re-enacting the events that occurred in Cherry. But Tom did like a challenge, which was why he ended up agreeing to become Cherry.

He prepared himself mentally and physically pre- production. For research, he interviewed army veterans and former drug addicts to get an idea of what it was like to be in those positions. To get the look of Cherry, he did a variety of things. For example, going on a diet and losing weight, then gaining said weight again once they had to shoot the army scenes. Another thing he did was shave off the gorgeous brown curls that adorned his head. At first you weren’t too happy with his change in hairstyle, but later on you found yourself running your hands along the short strands of hair, loving the fuzzy feeling it gave your palms.

After the interviews and hearing others’ experience, Tom felt a level of responsibility to tell the story of millions of people around the world. Not only was it telling the story of Nico, but of other army veterans who suffered from PTSD and people who’ve had drug addictions. He was fully on board now and there was no looking back. He was going to push himself to the limit and to places he’s never been before.

Filming was tough. There were scenes he had to do that were so unlike him, that felt wrong, and sometimes he just had to take a step back. They didn’t feel right, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. This was his job, if he wanted this movie to be the best that it can, he was going to commit. Thankfully, he was working with the Russos, who he’s known for a while now. He was familiar with the two and they were patient with him, giving him the time to regain himself before shooting an intense scene. The cast and crew were very understanding as well, creating a safe space for him on set. Having Harry along with him helped as well, the familiarity of his brother kept him grounded and avoided him from falling into the void of Cherry. Though he had all these supportive people around him, there was only one person who could calm him down when things got suffocating on set. The only person he wanted to be in Cleveland with him but wasn’t. You. Since you had your own life and job, you were unable to fly out to Cleveland with him. Instead you stayed at your shared home with Tessa as company. All he needed was you when he felt the affects of Cherry caging in on him. Just the sound of your comforting voice over the phone could clear his head and make him breath again.

He had his bad days on set, where he would have to take a moment and hide in his trailer for a few minutes. During those few minutes he liked to be alone as he waited for you to answer your phone. The line would ring, it’d stop, then the sound of your sweet voice would be the only thing he’d hear. Sometimes you didn’t answer the first time, but nonetheless you answered eventually. It wasn’t the same as having you with him in person, you had your responsibilities, and he understood that. He just wished that one day you’d come to Cleveland. He wanted to be in your arms, stuff his face into your neck, breath in your familiar scent, he just wanted to feel you. You were his home. His safe haven. And it was all he wanted right now.

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Glancing at your phone, you wondered why Tom hasn’t texted you yet. Not that you were itching for him to text you, but because around this time he would be blowing up your phone telling you things that happened during filming or how his day was going. You decided that filming probably went into overtime making him busy during his break. You shrug to yourself and continue working on your laptop.

You hear the sound of Tessa’s nails clicking against the floors as she enters the office of your home. You greet her with a smile as she settles herself beside your legs.

“Is it dinner time already, Tess?” You scratch her head as you glance at the time on your screen. It was currently nine at night, a bit late for dinner, but you haven’t noticed.

“Just give me five more minutes and I’ll get us dinner. How does that sound, love?” A somewhat sound of approval emits from Tessa. You get back to work, fingers typing away as you finish off the last of your work.

You finish in four minutes, finally satisfied with your work. You let out a content sigh and turn your laptop off. When you get up you stretch and let your bones crack after being in the same position for hours. Tessa joins you, stretching out her front paws then shaking her body out. You chuckle as you lead the way to the kitchen. Taking the scoop for Tessa’s kibble, you fill her bowl up, causing the dog to look up in curiosity. Once you placed the bowl down, her tail wagged wildly as she stuffed her face into her food.

You decided on going for something simple, ramen noodles. You were too tired too cook anything and ramen noodles were the quickest thing to cook in your pantry. While you waited for the noodles to heat up you checked your phone. You went through your notifications, but there were still no texts from Tom. Though you were concerned, you assumed that they had a long shooting day, making him too busy to text.

Hi love! I hope you’re doing well in Cleveland. I know you’re probably busy, but hopefully filming isn’t tiring you out too much. Have an amazing day! Don’t forget to drink some water from time to time and eat :) Tess and I miss you and love you so much! Talk soon xxx

You send the text with a smile. He won’t read it till he was free or done with filming, but you knew he’d see the message while you were asleep.

The microwave beeps, letting you know that your food was done. You end your night catching up on episodes of New Girl and eating soup. When you were done you did your nightly routine and settled in bed. You turn the lights off and snuggled under the warm sheets.

“Night Tessa.” You whisper to her. A huff comes out of her as she makes herself comfortable on the foot of your bed. When the both of you were settled, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Buzz

The harsh vibrations of your phone shook you awake. Desperate for sleep, you blindly grab your phone and turn it off. Silence fills the room again as you turn around to stuff your face into Tom’s pillow. You were slowly drifting back to sleep when your phone began to vibrate again. With a groan you stretch back and snatch for phone off the night stand. You don’t bother looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” Your voice rasps out.

“Thank God you answered.” The person on the other line said. “I know you’re busy, but how soon can you visit Cleveland?” The deep voice was belonged to Harry.

“Uh—I’m not too sure, I’ll need to check in with my boss.” You reply. When you start feeling more awake you become curious as to why Harry can be calling you. “Why? Is everything ok? How’s Tom? I haven’t heard from him all day.”

The younger Holland sighs. He takes a moment to answer your questions making you suffer in silence, wondering what could have happened to your boyfriend. “Um, they’ve been shooting some intense scenes lately. Tom’s been trying his best but everyone’s noticed that he’s been a bit different.”

You sit up in bed feeling more awake. “What do you mean by different, Haz?”

“Well he’s snapped at the Russos quite a few times. There was this one scene, that they shot multiple times, and Tom would just break down after every one. (Y/n), I’m concerned for my brother, I don’t know what else to do. He’s locked himself in his room after every shoot. A—and I don’t know. I’ve tried to tell him that he can talk to me but he wouldn’t.” Harry explained, his voice croaked. You heart felt heavy for him. Harry was always there for his older brother, so to see him feel so helpless made you feel sorry.

“Haz, calm down, you know how your brother can get. How long has this been happening?”

Harry sniffed over the phone, “About a few weeks now. It’s only started becoming worse last week and now.”

The concern you felt for Tom grew. From what he’s been texting you, filming had been going great. He appeared happy on your FaceTime calls and sounded like his usual self. But maybe he actually wasn’t.

“Harry everything’s gonna be fine, alright?” You assure him. “I’ll call my boss first thing in the morning and when I get the ‘ok’ to leave I’ll get the first flight out to Cleveland. How’s that sound?”

“It sounds good. Can you tell me if you can make it? I’ll have someone come with me to pick you up at the airport.” His voice is quiet, almost muffled.

“Yeah I will, don’t worry.”

“Ok, thank you (y/n).” A small smile forms on your lips. You rub the sleep out your eyes as you glance at your closet. “Alright Haz, I’m gonna go now. But if there’s anything else, just text me or call.”

“I know, stay safe (y/n).” You bid him goodbye and place your phone on the empty space beside your side of the bed. Tom’s side of the bed. You bite your lip in thought as you worry about your boyfriend. You knew he was doing almost everything he can to make sure the movie came out perfect. If that meant shredding himself emotionally and physically, he was going to do it. Tom was dedicated to his work, but he’s never done anything close to Cherry, making you worried about the thoughts that could possibly be going through your lover’s head.

Tessa, who’s now woken up, waddles closer to you, sensing your uneasiness. You appreciate the dog’s gesture and pull her into your side, resting your chin on her head. You were basically sleepless the whole night. Although you haven’t emailed your boss yet, you already had a suitcase packed of your clothes. Your passport and other important belongings were already in a bag, ready to leave London.

The morning had been hectic. You’ve managed to get two hours of sleep, waking up at six in the morning. Still in bed, you sent your boss an email about a family emergency and how you needed to be out of the country for at least a week. As if the gods above knew of your situation, your boss willingly let you go, no questions asked and gave you well wishes. With that out the way, you scowered the Internet for flights to Cleveland. Luck was on your side that morning because you’ve booked a flight that took off in the afternoon. With your bags packed, you drove to Nikki and Dom’s to drop off Tessa.

Now all checked in, you were at Heathrow Airport waiting to be called for your flight. You were sat at your gate, with an iced coffee and a croissant from Starbucks, texting Harry. The two of you were discussing the time you’d arrive and how he’d pick you up. When you were both in agreement, you two decided to catch up. He had been in Tom’s trailer eating his breakfast. An hour passes and you were being called to board the plane.

You settle in your seat, but your leg bounced in anticipation. After the things Harry told you, you just wanted to have your boyfriend in your arms. You knew everything was probably getting to his head, all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him that he was going to be ok. As the plane began to take off, your lack of sleep caught up on you. Throughout the whole flight, you slept soundly, the worries of Tom subsiding for the time being.

~🛬~

The plane lands in Cleveland safely. It was night when you arrived. With your bags, you looked around the airport for a familiar curly haired boy. Harry waves wildly at you before running and pulling you into a tight hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around the slender boy.

“How’s your day been, Haz?” You ruffle his hair as he rolls your suitcase to the parking lot. He shrugs, “The usual. Was on set with Tom, ran around and got things for him, nothing much happened honestly. But you’re here now, so this is the highlight of my night.”

The two of you approach a black car with a driver inside, Harry motions for him to unlock the trunk. He lifts your case in before the two of you get into the backseat.

“How was your flight?” Harry asks you. The car began to move, exiting the airport and entering the highway.

“I slept through all of it, I don’t remember a thing about the flight besides getting on and off it.” You chuckle, leaning your head back against the headrest.

Harry nudges your shoulder, “Thanks for coming out with such short notice.” You wave him off. “It’s no worries, anything for my boys.”

The car is quiet, the only sounds that could be heard is the car’s wheels against the pavement. You turn to Harry, “How was he today?”

“He was pretty good in the morning.” Harry started. “Then filming started and he would grow frustrated after a few scenes. His temper’s been short. He snapped at me during lunch, which is normal, but I just asked him if he wanted some water. He broke down after a certain scene today, I tried talking to him but he still wouldn’t open up about it.” Tom wasn’t too open about his feelings sometimes. He struggled to voice them at times making all his frustrations and feelings bottled up in his head.

Half an hour later and you guys arrive at Tom’s rented home in Atlanta. As soon as you opened the door, you felt the heavy atmosphere. It was somber and tense, the chilliness of the weather also felt inside the house. Harry gestures up the stairs, “Don’t worry, go see him. His room is the first door on the left.”

You quietly thank him and climb up the stairs. You find his door, taking a deep breath before knocking. You hear some shuffling behind the door, “Harry I’m fine! Leave me alone!” His voice was deep, a bit scratchy. You frown at the door.

“Tom?” The room falls quiet. Suddenly you hear fumbling and the sound of heavy footsteps behind the door. The door opens and you finally see him. He was dressed in a large shirt with sweatpants. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, eyes glassy, and chapped lips.

“(Y/n)? You’re here?” He asks you in disbelief. A tight lipped grin forms on your lips.

“Yeah, Har—“ You were going to explain how you got there but he immediately threw himself at you. His arms wrap tightly around your figure, his head dipped into your neck, pulling your closer into him. One of your arms go around his neck while the other rubs his back soothingly. A whimper bubbles out of him, his shoulders beginning to shake. You managed to shuffle the both of you back into his room, closing the door behind you.

“You’re ok.” You whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. His grip around you never falters. Though he was much taller than you, he seemed so small at the moment. His body drowned in the shirt he wore, making him look thinner. You feel tears soaking into your shirt, making your heart clench in pain. You rest your forehead against his shoulder, holding and whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he was ready to speak.

A few minutes pass until his removes his head from your neck. You frown at his tear stained face, his eyes and cheeks red from quietly sobbing into your shoulder. Your hands cup his face, wiping the trails of tears on his cheeks. Tom leans closer to your touch, his eyes shut while his lips kiss your palm.

“I’m sorry, you’re probably tired from the flight.” He apologizes but you shake your head. You lead him to his bed and sit against the headboard. Tom follows in suit, desperately trying to get closer to you. His arms wrap around your torso, his head rests on your chest, while your legs tangle themselves together.

“I’ve had plenty of sleep on the flight, how are you?” Your lips are against his short hair from holding him so close. You nails scratch softly at his hair, calming him down.

“I don’t know if I could finish it.” He quietly admits. He shakes his head at himself.

“Why’s that, Tom?” Your boyfriend takes a deep breath as he sits up, removing himself from your touch. He sits across from you with legs crossed as he holds his head in his hands.

“I—I, it’s too much. There’s so much fucked up things he’s done. And all the things he’s seen. I just—sometimes I feel like it’s me who’s committed all of those things. When we shoot the scenes in the war and when I had to do drugs and rob banks, I felt like I lost myself—“ He cries interrupting himself to take a breath in. Compared to your fingers that ran gently through his hair, his clawed at his head. His palms rub harshly at his face, turning his skin a bright tint of red. To see Tom in such pain made you sad. You hated seeing him like this.

You gently remove his hands from scratching at his face and hold them in his lap. He stares down at your hands, clinging onto them as if his life depended on it. “I get lost in the character sometimes and I have to pull myself out of it to bring me back. But it keeps on happening over and over again. Then the Russos kept telling me to reshoot the scene more like Cherry, and I lost it and yelled at them.” You feel his tears fall to your your hands, making tears well up in your own eyes. You shuffle closer to him and kiss his forehead before pulling him into you. You stay quiet, letting him get whatever he wanted to get out.

Tom’s face is against your shoulder again. He sniffs before continuing, “It’s like everyday I find something he and I have in common. Then I think that maybe I’m turning into him. I don’t want him to be part of me. (Y/n), I don’t want to be him, I don’t want to do the things he’s done.” He sobs into your shoulder. Your heart breaks at how broken he sounded. His shoulders shook again, his back burning up with tension. A few tears made it’s way down your cheeks as you pulled his face away from you.

“Look at me.” You urged him. His jaw clenched, still looking down at his lap. He shook his head in response. “Tom, please. Look at me.” Your voice cracks. He slowly tilts his head up, your eyes connecting. He didn’t have that twinkle in his eyes, it’s like they’ve lost the light in them. Instead they were dark, like there was no life behind them. There was a mix of sadness, confusion, and even fear in his eyes.

You sadly smiled at him, cupping his face with your hands. “You’re not going to be him. You never will. You’re Tom. You are nothing close to Nico or Cherry. You are the sweetest man I have known in the world, you wouldn’t even hurt a damn fly. You’re not him. I know you aren’t. You wouldn’t do the things he’s ever done even if you were forced to. I know you Tom, I assure you, you’re nothing like him.” Tom hiccups, gripping onto your wrists.

“When this is all over and you’re done filming, we can forget about him. We won’t even mention him.” You assure him, stroking his cheeks.

“What if—,” You cut him off.

“No, there’s no what if’s. You’re going to be fine Tom. You’re surrounded by people who love you and will make you realize that you’re nothing even near him. You are the kindest man ever, you love your family, you care about your fans, and your brothers. You’re busy always taking care of everyone else, I think it’s time you take care of yourself, love.” You tell him. A small smile is on your face but it falters, “You don’t have to go through this alone, Tom.”

Tom takes a shaky breath in. “You’ll be there right?” He asks like a child making sure his mother will be there when he wakes up. “You’ll be there with me to bring me back?”

Your thumb smooths the crinkle between his brows, “I always will. I promise.” He nods and pulls you into him. You climb onto his lap and settle on his legs. He stares up at you, one of his his hands supporting your back, the other pressed against your cheek. “Thank you. I missed you so much. I’m sorry for not texting, everything’s just been so taxing mentally and physically.”

“No, don’t worry I get it.” You turn your face to press a light kiss on his palm. For the first time since you’ve seen him, Tom managed to crack a smile on his lips. He moves some strands of hair away from your face before resting his large hand on the back of your head. “I love you. I love you so much, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Tom.” You whisper against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally crash your lips together. After months being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. The kiss was desperate, like it was the air you both breathed. Tom had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day, whether it be sexually or just missing you. The kiss grew rough, your teeth clashing, tongues poking and gliding against each other.

Tom lays you down on the bed, hovering over you. His hands grab and stroke at your body, trying to pull off your clothes to get close to your skin. He suddenly pulls away from your lips. “I need you. Please, I need you.” He almost begs you. Panting, you nod and push him to lay on his back. “Ok, let me take care of you, Tommy.”

He yanks his shirt off, throwing it to the side. You do the same, leaning down to meet his lips again. You kiss your way along his jaw and down to his neck. When you find that certain spot, he lets out a throaty groan, head falling back against the pillows. You run your nails along his chiseled abs and slightly roll your hips against his growing length. Tom grunts, hands instantly connecting to your ass and gripping onto your cheeks. He helps you roll your hips more, deeper with more friction against you two.

“Mm, Tom. I missed you.” You moan against his neck. You bite down and soothe the spot with your tongue after.

Tom looks down at you, lifting his hips to meet your clothes pussy. “Fucking miss you so much. You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming of being buried in you again.” You kiss your way down his chest, but Tom stops you. His hands grab onto your leggings and slide them off.

“N-no foreplay. I need to feel you.” He stutters out, mouth agape. You nod in agreement and take his sweatpants off along with his boxers. You spit in your hand, running your hand along his dick to give it some wetness. Tom helps you lift yourself over him and guides your hips down his erected cock. You let out a combination of a sigh and moan as your walls envelop and stretch around him. Tom slightly sits up against the headboard, your tightness wrapping around him. He lets out a cry of relief, your walls around him feeding his cravings. You use his shoulders as leverage to pull yourself up but Tom stops you.

“What’s wrong?” You eye him cautiously. Tom shakes his head, “Nothing’s wrong. I just—can we stay like this for a while? I just want to feel you, please?”

“Yeah, we can do that.” You send him a reassuring smile as you settle back down on him. His hands make themselves comfortable around your waist. You maneuver your arms under his and wrap them around his back. Tom smiles at you, rubbing your back and guiding you into his chest. Before you can nuzzle your face into his neck, he presses a kiss to your temple and lets his fingers get tangled in your hair.

With his eyes closed in bliss, he whispers, “Thank you for bringing me back. I love you.”

You kiss his collarbone basking in the feeling him being so close to you. “I’ll always be here. I love you too.”

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Fix You

A/N: Written after I watched episode 1. Honestly, there’s so much potential surrounding Buck & reader (Steve’s sister) after Endgame it almost makes me want to write a full story haha. But, for now, we will stick with this, and a couple others coming soon. Enjoy!

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Title: Fix You

Summary: It’s been six months. You and Bucky are living in Brooklyn. You’re trying. He’s not. The both of you need to fix what’s left before there is nothing left to fix.

Words: 4488

“No nightmares, Bucky? Really?”

Bucky had expected the blow the moment he’d shut and locked the door to their apartment. You had been quiet the entire ten-minute walk home from the therapist’s office, always staying five steps ahead of him, hood up to block the evening drizzle and hands stuffed in your pockets. He hadn’t questioned you. He knew the session hadn’t gone very well, though it was the first you’d attended with him, and he knew you’d let it all spill the moment you were away from prying eyes. That much he hadn’t forgotten.

Shutting his eyes, he stayed as he was for a moment, hand on the door, back to you, already feeling the onset of a headache. “Can we not-”

“You have a nightmare every night, without fail. It’s why you sleep in the Goddamn living room, so you don’t wake me up!”

Bucky sighed, feeling his fists clench, and turned. You were stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, face the picture of exasperation. “Don’t yell at me like that,” he said. Once upon a time, his eerily quiet voice and the hint of barely-there-sternness would have made you back down immediately, but you were older now, old enough to know how to withstand a fight you believed in, and if you wanted to yell, that was exactly what you were going to do.

You shook your head. You would have laughed if you didn’t feel so irritated. Your eyes followed Bucky as he shrugged out of his wet coat, tossing it onto a couch. The couch beside the blankets and pillow he’d been sleeping with on the floor.

“Like what?” you asked, hostility lacing your tone. “Like someone telling the truth? You go to therapy for help, and I come with you because she thought it might make you feel more comfortable, but obviously it’s going nowhere. Is that it? Do you not want me to go anymore? Because that’s fine, if it’ll make you-”

“Of course I want you there.” His voice was sharp, though exhausted, and he turned quickly to face you. His brows were knitted together, an anguish in his eyes. He winced at the new pulsing in his temples and reached up to rub at them.

You were silent for a moment, almost speechless in the simple fact that he had changed, and it was a confusing change, a painful change. You remembered getting him. You remembered understanding every little thing he and Steve did, because you’d studied them, tried to be like them. So many years had passed, and you knew he was different now. Obviously he was different. He’d had his brain dug out and stitched back so many times you often wondered how there were still bits of the old him left. But you were grateful there still was. Sometimes, it was just a little hard to reach that part of him.

“That therapist isn’t trying to brainwash you,” you tried, unsure as to whether those words were even acceptable. Bucky stared straight at you, frown lines creasing his forehead. “She’s doing all she can to help you. Instead, you’re not even trying.”

“Oh, for the love of-” Bucky rolled his eyes, reaching to rub irritatingly at the back of his neck. He turned, as though gathering himself. “I am trying.” His tone was harsh, but you could hear a desperation in there.

“Well, try harder! You’re not alone anymore. Neither of us are. But if we keep going like this then we will be.” You’d said the words without realising it, without knowing what they even really meant, but you had no desire to take them back.

Bucky’s anger raged as though you’d put gasoline on an already burning fire. “What does that mean?” he snapped, brown eyes flashing. “Huh?”

And, like brother like sister: “You know what it means!” you shot right back, your whole body tensing. “I don’t wanna stay here, in this stupid apartment, in stupid Brooklyn, with you, if all it’s gonna do is make my life hell!”

To his credit, Bucky blinked in obvious surprise. “You don’t wanna be here?” You turned then, hair whipping around as you stormed to your room. “Hey, I’m talking to you!” Bucky called, taking a few hurried steps forward. “Y/N!”

The door slammed. You hadn’t slammed a door on him, or anyone for that matter, in what seemed like eons. You weren’t a petulant child anymore. Not that this instance of slamming pertained to you being a child. The tears and the quiet sobs very much belonged to someone who was heartbroken, grief-stricken, and absolutely lost on what to do and where to go next.

You would have locked the door had the door had a lock. It didn’t, like your room at the Avengers’ Facility hadn’t, but you couldn’t find it in you to care anyway. You curled up into a tight ball on your bed, the sound of dogs barking and drunk boys laughing coming from outside your window. The last time you’d lived in Brooklyn, the sounds were that of young couples chatting quietly to themselves as they passed, and the jazz band playing across the road at the bar. You’d fallen asleep to those sounds. Now, they were of an age you still hadn’t totally gotten used to.

You missed the silence of home.

Bucky hadn’t blown your door off in an attempt to reprimand you just yet, so you figured he was taking a moment to himself. At least that hadn’t changed. He’d taught himself the moment you’d been born that the best way to handle the aftermath of an argument – well, it’d been temper tantrums back then – was to leave each other to cool.

Another dog barked and you opened your eyes, staring at the blank wall opposite. Four months you’d been in the apartment. The two months before had been spent between places, mostly at the empty Facility, and coming to some sort of agreement in regard to Bucky’s pardoning and citizenship. He’d wanted to live in Brooklyn and you had decided that if it would help him regain some semblance of his old life and help him navigate his new one, you would be alright. And you had, for a while, but it’d been falling apart in the past few months, and you weren’t even totally sure why. You had been happier then, at the beginning of your new life, but once the routine had started to stick, and the excitement wore off, the realisation that this was only a number in a long line of new starts hit. You’d always thought things were supposed to get better, not worse. You could still remember the week you’d moved in, so busy with the boxes and the paperwork and the adapting that a normal person’s routine was an anomaly to both of you and not something you’d even needed to think about.

“Buck, you have an appointment at five. It’s twenty minutes to five. You gotta go!”

“I’m going, I’m going! Where’s my-” You tossed him his jacket- “Thanks.”

You jumped over a cardboard box, full of stuff from your old room. “Here’s your phone.”

For a moment, Bucky looked as though he hadn’t the faintest idea what a phone was, but he saw you holding it out and reality returned as he took it from you. Shame, really.

Dealing with the move was one thing, but dealing with everything else was another. Losing Steve, losing Tony, losing Nat, Bucky’s release, the world’s recovery after the Blip… and among it all, actually living. That seemed to be the hardest part.

“Go, go, go!” you pushed at him, which was in vain. Obviously.

“God, Y/N, I’m not gonna get my head chopped off if I’m a couple minutes late!”

You knew that. You smiled. He was going to therapy, something you still couldn’t seem him ever doing despite the fact he had his first appointment in twenty minutes. You were starting a new life.

The wall you were staring at was peeling. This whole apartment was peeling. You’d had better in the 1900s.

Bucky stepped out the door, but before you could shut it on him, he stuck his metal hand out and rose a brow. “Are you trying to kick me out or something?” he asked. “What’re you up to?”

You giggled, a sound he’d missed, and tried to push the door closed. “Nothing!”

Bucky dipped his head. “Y/N-”

“Go away, Bucky!”

“Oh, I’m not leaving till you tell me what you’re doing.” He laughed when you almost succeeded in pushing him further out. “Hey!” There was a squeak as he pushed his own side of the door, grabbing you up before you could make your escape.

Tears welled in your eyes again. None of this was his fault. You weren’t saying it was yours, either, but you knew you expected too much of him. He was barely pardoned. You expected too much of yourself. You’d just lost your brother.

“I’m making dinner!” you told him around your laughter. “I’m making dinner, Bucky! Beef barley soup, like we used to eat back in the day, remember?”

Bucky rolled his eyes at your words, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head as he relented and released you. “You’re too young to say that. Promise you won’t burn the kitchen down? This is kinda all we have.”

“Promise.”

“And… you’ll be okay here? Without me? I’ll only be gone-”

“Yep.” You flashed him a smile, and the corners of his lips curled into one of his own. “Go on and talk about stuff, Buck. I’ll be fine. And I have your number in case something does happen, which it won’t. You remember how to use it?”

He glanced at the device still in his hand and sighed a little unsurely. “I’ll work it out.”

“Bye, Buck. Let the thought of soup pull you through.”

You’d been alone for the first time since everyone’s return after the Blip that night, and though you’d tried to let the making of the soup distract you from your thoughts, you’d had a few moments of panic, many where you’d reached for your phone and frantically searched for Bucky’s number only to stop yourself for fear of interrupting him during a time you really didn’t want him to be interrupted. He needed that therapy, and you’d had hope he’d be back to more or less his pre-Winter Soldier self after some sessions. That hope was slipping, now. You’d had to rush the soup in the end, desperately trying to think back to Sam’s recipe from the Facility, but Bucky had come home, clearly tired and worn out, and had been more than happy for the steaming bowl you’d happily presented him with.

You’d never asked him about his sessions. You didn’t think it right. He had a lot of baggage, most of which he kept away from you because he understandably didn’t want you anywhere near the life he’d lived as the Winter Soldier, and you figured the apartment was a place he could relax after talking. Though his relaxing over the past four months had visibly decreased, and you hadn’t been sure why until you’d gone with him to one of his sessions.

You shut your eyes, feeling some sort of numbness overcome you. If this was what your life would be like for the rest of your days, you would quite like to go where Steve was.

Bucky had made himself believe that he slept on the ground because it reminded him of the war, and the trenches, and the cold, hard cots they slept in. It was a familiarity he hadn’t considered, those cots. He’d go to his room and sit and stare for a while, then he’d move to the living room, and he’d sleep, and, yes, as you had said, he woke up. Every night. Without fail.

No, it wasn’t the familiarity he craved. It was the assurance that he wasn’t going to wake the sleeping girl in the room next to his. That he wouldn’t cry out and you’d come running in, only for his subconscious to see you as a threat and wrap his metal hand around your neck. Being in the living room didn’t conquer those worries, but they made them less likely.

He slumped down in the armchair and dragged a hand over his face. A car beeped its horn outside and he sighed. Brooklyn wasn’t the Brooklyn he remembered.

Maybe he shouldn’t have let you come with him. It’d been a stupid notion, thinking he had the ability to admit he was struggling even when he was alone, never mind with you in the room. But Dr. Raynor had told him that sometimes it helped to have someone you love next to you. Apparently not. Apparently, it had just made it all worse.

God, he shouldn’t have yelled. You shouldn’t have either, but he was the adult, he was supposed to be the one in charge. You were clearly hurting, and though he was too, it was his responsibility to bring it up and try to make things better. He knew Steve would be disappointed with him. He was disappointed in him.

Removing his hand from his face, he shifted and reached inside his trouser pocket, pulling out a small square of aging photograph material, the black and white ink portraying the three faces almost completely faded. He would have kept it in a frame to preserve it, stop it from tearing and its corners from creasing, but it was his own comfort blanket, that photo. It’d been taken when you were nine or ten, at a fair you’d begged him and Steve to take her to after you’d finished school. You’d found a photobooth, and, as was customary, squeezed yourselves inside and proceeded to take the best photos in the most hilarious positions you had dictated they get into, all in the space of a few seconds. You’d each kept one photo, your favourites. You had yours in the drawer of your bedside table, Steve had carried his around in an old journal. Bucky’s had been given back to him by S.H.I.E.L.D. once he’d become Bucky again. He didn’t know where they’d found it, too busy with relishing in the feeling of that grainy material against his fingers to really care.

He stared at it now, his thumb tracing the little girl. That little girl. In her school dress and French braids, a stick of cotton candy in her hand, the widest toothy grin on her face as Bucky tried to take a bite and Steve feigned a punch. A moment frozen that he would give anything to go back to.

It was only after a splash of water dripped onto the creased photograph that he realised his eyes were wet with tears. He bit the inside of his lip, bringing a hand up to hold the side of his head as he stared through clouded vision at those faces. His leg was bouncing a little. His heart was doing that thing it does when you’re trying to keep hold of your emotions. His hand was clammy against his cheek.

His chest heaved with a deep, clearing breath, and he slipped the photograph carefully back into his pocket, standing to his feet. He glanced at the blankets and pillow and bent to pick them up.

The apartment was dark. He checked the door to ensure it was locked – apparently Brooklyn had a higher crime rate now, go figure – and walked towards your room. He lifted a hand and knocked lightly twice. Hearing no response – not that he’d really expected one – and thinking you were probably asleep, he pushed the handle down and opened it slowly, poking his head in.

You didn’t turn to acknowledge him, but he could see you were awake. It was dark, but the blinds hadn’t been shut yet, and the streetlamps offered enough light for him to see the glint of your open eyes as they stared ahead. You were curled up on your side, and you didn’t move even as he let himself in, quietly shutting the door behind him. You hadn’t yelled at him to get out yet, so that was a good start.

He dropped his blankets and pillow and fit himself beside you on the double bed, his back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. Silence washed over you both. Bucky folded his hands on his stomach and tried to relax, letting a breath of air out through his nose.

He’d seen your room at the Avengers’ Facility, and, letting his eyes rove this one, he felt a jab of sympathy in that particular aspect, alongside a few other things, of course. You’d both talked about moving to live in a cottage in the middle of nowhere, away from prying eyes, with a dog or two… that’d been before Bucky had realised his pardoning would come with some consequences. Really, he should have thought about that. Especially before he’d talked to you about it and caused some exciting sense of normality and optimism to worm its way into your broken heart. But he’d been eager to get you out of that building and away from the memories that had so obviously been suffocating you. He hadn’t thought. He rarely did nowadays.

He’d grown up in places like this, rooms this small. He hadn’t found much reason to complain, and though you had been raised exactly the same, he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you’d been out of the ice longer than he’d been free of Hydra. You’d become used to the luxuries of the twenty-first century, the normality for a teenage girl to have a room that could easily fit two king-sized beds. He guessed it was a bit of a shock for you to adapt to that, and then be slung back into a two-bedroom apartment which, even without the wall separating your rooms, would still be smaller than the one you’d had back home.

Home.

He sighed. What was home anymore? For you or for him? It was all so confusing. Adjusting this, moving that, pardoning this, arguing that. You couldn’t catch a break, even from each other.

He turned and gazed down at you. He could see the dried tear marks running from your eyes, silvery in the little light from the window, and he absently rubbed gently at his own cheek.

“I’m sorry, doll,” he said finally, so quiet he wasn’t even sure it was his own voice. Any louder, it would’ve broken. He would’ve broken. He wasn’t sure if you’d answer, but he was prepared to stay where he was until you did. That was a rule Steve had lived by; if you hadn’t told him to leave, he knew you were ready to talk, it may just take a while.

“I am, too.” There. Just as quite as him. “I know you’re trying as hard as you can.”

He shook his head to himself. “No, it- you’re right. It’s not hard enough. My compliance is the condition of our life here, but my trying harder is what’s going to give us a good life. A good chance. It falls on me to do that.”

“Not all of it.”

“A hell of a lot of it. I told Steve…” He paused, shutting his eyes. “I told him…”

You glanced over your shoulder, tears clinging to your long lashes and cheeks tinted pink. “You know he made me promise to look after you, too.”

Bucky guessed, in part, that was where a big chunk of the trouble lay. He was trying to protect you, you were trying to protect him, and in that you were clashing. He’d never had to wade through a problem such as that; you had never been old enough to consider protecting him in an adult-like way. Sure, you’d once tried to smack his boss when you’d believed him to be a ‘meany-pants’ to your Bucky, but you’d been five and everyone had found it adorable. Now, your arguments – or disagreements, rather – were very much real and all too meaningful.

Instinctively, his hand went to your forehead. He brushed the hair back from your face. “I’m trying to adapt to this life for you, Y/N,” he told you. “I don’t wanna mess things up.” As if he hadn’t already. “It’s just difficult when there’s so much to adapt to.”

You frowned. You shifted over so you were lying on your other side, staring up at him with big eyes. “I don’t want you to do it for me, Buck,” you told him. “I want you to do it for you. You’ve had decades of torture and shit. Don’t worry about me. Do it for yourself. You deserve it.”

A corner of Bucky’s lip lifted a little sadly and his thumb, still on your forehead, rubbed your temple. He looked at you for a moment. It was hard not to do everything for you. He lived for you, now. What was there left? A run-down apartment in modernised Brooklyn and therapy sessions he had to either attend or find himself in prison. Prison. He’d once been the one to put people in there.

“I’ll never stop worrying about you, doll. Even when you’re old and grey, if I’m still around, I’ll always be worrying.” He smiled a little when you reached up to grasp his hand and hold it to your chest.

“You said you wanted peace,” you said softly. “But there won’t be any unless you start admitting that you’re not totally alright just yet. You don’t need to protect me from that, from who you used to be. I know who you used to be. I know you’re still finding it hard. And I’m doing my best to help you. But you’re not the Winter Soldier anymore. And… I know you know that, I know you’re trying to put him completely behind you, but you can’t do that unless you start working on these things.” Bucky looked away, not at all in denial, as you continued. “Tell Dr. Raynor you have nightmares. Tell her you have moments during the day where you stare off into space, and you forget to eat sometimes, and you ignore Sam because you don’t understand why he gave Steve’s shield away, and you haven’t called or texted anyone on that stupid phone because, really, you don’t know how to work it, and you’d rather not have one at all. She says she understands you, but she doesn’t, no one can. She can talk about soldiering and dead bodies all she wants, but you need to show her there’s more to it, and then she can help, and things will start getting better.” There was a brokenness to your voice, and he turned to look back at you, immediately noticing your teary eyes once more. You squeezed his hand. “I don’t want you to be sad anymore, Bucky. I just want you to be happy again.”

Bucky felt a knot in his throat. He slid down the headboard until he was lying next to you, his hand still in yours even as you automatically shuffled closer to him. He wasn’t too sure how to reply, but the fresh wave of tears and badly hidden sniffling spoke for themselves. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried. And he couldn’t remember the last time he’d held you like this. Feeling you beside him was enough to make everything melt away.

“I’m sorry. I’m doing this to us.”

You shook your head against his chest. “A lot of people are doing this to us, but not one of them is you.”

He would beg to differ, but this was a moment of peace he didn’t want to lose. “Next time, I’ll tell Dr. Raynor about the nightmares,” he told you, resting his chin on top of your head.

You smiled. The nightmares were a start. Perhaps after that, he’d talk about his harboured feelings about Sam, and then his difficulty surrounding the new world, and his trouble with technology, and then, finally, things might start to look up.

“You want me to stay?” you asked, and he immediately shook his head.

“No, I want you to come.”

There was another silence, save for the renewal of the barking outside. Bucky sighed and lifted himself up a little, glaring out the window. “Never used to be like this,” he muttered more to himself, but you were close enough to have heard it.

“I didn’t mean what I said about being here,” you told him. “In this apartment, I mean, and in Brooklyn.” Bucky lowered himself back down again. “I do wanna be here. I just… it was said in the moment. It’s the first time living in Brooklyn since Steve and I came out of the ice. Makes me think he should be here.”

He should. “I’m sorry we couldn’t get what we talked about. The house, the dog…”

“Cockapoo.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You breathed a quiet sound of amusement. “It doesn’t matter, Bucky. At the end of the day, you’re here, I’m here, and I couldn’t ask for more. At the moment I don’t care where we are, as long as we’re happy. For now, let’s focus on us.”

Focus on us. That sounded good. That sounded right.

The first genuine smile graced his lips as he hugged you closer to him, his head resting on his metal arm. “Sounds good, doll.”

“Is it too late to go and grab something to eat?”

The change of subject caused his smile to widen, and he glanced at the watch on his arm, the only thing he would use to tell the time. It reminded him of the little pocket watch he’d kept in his pocket, passed down from his grandfather. As a baby, you had played with it for hours, mesmerised by the little black hands as they ticked and ticked.

“It’s six,” he said. “Italian?”

You nodded, moving from his embrace to sit up. You noticed the blankets and pillow on the floor and put a hand on his arm as he went to move off the bed. “Can you leave those here?” you asked, a hopeful glint in your eye. You didn’t think you’d want to sleep alone that night.

Bucky glanced at the floor. A moment of hesitation passed, and he flexed his vibranium fingers.

Every night. Without fail.

He stood to his feet, picked them up, and put them on the bed. Dr. Raynor said trusting yourself is the first step to fixing yourself.

“Come on,” he said as he headed for the door. Your eyes lit up.

“Can we get candy floss ice cream for dessert?”

He smiled. There was that little girl.

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zeke yeager | my baby

this is bc of the new episode; i’ve known his backstory for a while but i didn’t come up with the idea until now LFMAOOAOA

anyways zeke supremacy

edit: this is so bad but enjoy LMFOAOAOA

warnings/notes: this is strictly platonic, takes place in canonverse during zeke’s childhood then to the beginning of season 4, cursing, mentions of mental abuse from family, murder, fem!reader(feel free to change if u want), yeah i’m unoriginal and the reader is the female titan before annie, angst,

when you first met zeke, zeke was extremely hesitant towards you.

grisha and dina had brought you into the house, a 17 year old girl who had soft and gentle eyes along with a nice smile. zeke had recognized you from the warrior program. you hadn’t inherited your titan just yet, you still had a few more years before they would allow it to be given to you. your predecessor gained the titan around your age, no one really knows why. zeke assumes that it must be a similar case with mr. ksaver and himself.

it shocked zeke in all honesty. they’re letting a warrior watch over him? one that isn’t in cahoots with his mother and father?

it wasn’t until grisha and dina pulled him into a different room and told him to get information on your views that he understood why. they wanted to use you, just like they wanted to use zeke. the worst of it all was that zeke knows you. he looks up to you, you graduated third out of all of your peers, you express love with the younger candidates such as zeke.

he felt like curling up in his bed and crying, he didn’t want you to babysit him just so his parents could use you.

but whenever the couple left, your arms encased him in warmth. you were hugging him tightly to you, fingernails surely digging into the fabric of his shirt. he felt his eyes widen whenever he felt a drop of a liquid on his shoulder. you were crying.

you pulled away and put a hand on his cheek, looking at him with endearment. zeke started crying at this, not once had dina touched him like this. not once had grisha looked at him like this.

“it’s okay, my boy,” you pull him close again, “i’m here.”

for the first time, zeke wasn’t cowering in a corner while he sobbed. he sobbed in the arms of a person, one that loved him dearly whether he knew it or not. you were even crying for him.

“my mother and father were apart of the same group,” you whispered as you stroked his hair, “they pushed me so far to my limits.”

“so, i did something i regret,” you sob, “something i hope you’re never forced to do.”

your whimper gave him chills, “i murdered my mother with a butcher knife and pinned the crime onto my father. all at the age of ten. to this day, i don’t know how i got away with it. maybe the police pitied me or found it excusable because of their affiliations with the group.”

“you hurt someone,” he sniffles, eyes widened in fear.

it gave you a frown, however you couldn’t blame him, “i did. it was mistake and i wish i had never done it. i just wished for my mother and father to love me, not to use me. after that, i found myself in the warrior program. maybe with this power, i could do some good. to show marley that us eldians are not devils.”

you rid him of his snot and tears with your shirt, “when i saw your father the time he came to observe you, i was immediately able to tell. your reaction had said it all. i can’t allow myself to witness you go through what i did without doing something. even if it’s small.”

he blinks at you after you softly kiss him on his forehead.

“now, is there anything you want to do?”

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that afternoon, you played catch and volleyball with zeke. after that, you bought him whatever meal he wanted from the market and ate with him at the table. he told you about his stuffed monkey, who he named jerry, and his adventures.

he was sad when you had to leave, to which dina and grisha informed him you would come to their home sparingly. although he was delighted, he was also sad.

the next day, you doted on him during the short breaks between his training. patting his head, shaking him by his shoulders, and giving him a hug. when lunch came around, you pulled out a home cooked lunch for him as you sat on a bench. you would give him advice with training and his health while he ate.

he even shared some of his food with her.

after that was his time with ksaver. he didn’t see you during that time, obviously, but that didn’t mean you didn’t come during their conversations.

zeke was surprised to hear the praising from ksaver. ksaver said that you were a good figure for him and that you had a genuine heart. it made him feel at ease.

when the day was over, you walked zeke home and even ate dinner with him and his parents. it was a surprise that made you slightly bitter, but you accepted nonetheless.

they talked to you excitedly, asking about your duties as a warrior. you exceptionally avoided answering the questions, instead prodding at their own occupations and duties.

in the end, it felt like a game of tag. avoiding and then charging.

the night you were on your way to watch zeke, you felt your heart drop at the feral screeching of grisha and the reassurance of dina. you banged your fist against the door worriedly, sweat forming at your hairline.

the yelling stopped and you heard the patter of footsteps against the floor. dina looked flustered as she opened the door, face tear stained and eyebrows knitted up in concern.

“oh, (name), we don’t need you to watch over him anymore.”

“no, please, allow me,” you put on a fake smile that made her relax.

“you can take him out for a bit,” she, surprisingly, compromised and stepped aside to let you inside.

you bolted to zeke’s dark room. he was in a corner with his knees pushed against his chest and his hands covering his ears. his tears were making puddles on his knees as he stared blankly at the wall. you rush to him, pulling his head into your chest and picking him up.

“it’s alright,” you whispered, “you’ll be with me for a little bit.”

he didn’t respond but just wiped his eyes when he realized he would pass by his mom. you gave dina a brisk goodbye before leaving and taking him to a nearby park.

“it’s alright, my boy, it’s alright,” you coo and stroke his sweaty back.

for once, he felt okay.

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the day zeke reported his parents, you held him in your arms. from then, he stayed with his grandparents and often found himself spending time with you after training when his schedule allowed it.

now, zeke is 16 and you’re 29. zeke was often seen with you or ksaver during his free time, now having the power of the best titan secured when ksaver’s term is up.

you mentor a girl named annie leonhardt, the next inheritor of the female titan. zeke occasionally sees you and annie catching some bugs in the grass during your mentoring. other days, you talk to her or just look at the sky. once at the beginning of the year, he once saw you take annie ice skating over a lake.

when he spends his time with you, you’re often doting on him and taking care of him. one time, you convinced the kids and some of the older soldiers to all play a game of baseball after your training was over.

you walked the extra mile for zeke no matter what. zeke was in trouble during a war and you swatted him into the trenches with your hand before attacking the enemy a year ago. whenever zeke would get hurt, you’d be his nurse.

if zeke’s being honest, you’re the maternal figure in his life. you act as if he’s your son, love him like he’s your son, and sometimes you even let it slip and call him that. sometimes zeke messes up and calls you mom.

in your eyes, he is your son.

in his eyes, you’re his mom.

but with being a parental figure came with fighting. it didn’t happen often, but whenever it did it was bad. zeke would become more irritable and angry while you would become reserved and melancholy.

when zeke was 14, you got into a fight so bad that it ended up getting you bedridden. you’d been sick from stress and it lasted for weeks until zeke swallowed his pride and apologized.

it almost made bertholdt, annie, reiner, porco, pieck, and marcel laugh at how domestic the two of you are when together. but as soon as you left zeke’s side, he would revert back to his quiet and receptive personality.

“zeke, my boy,” you call as you walk towards all the warrior candidates, “i’ve got your favorite.”

“thanks,” he hums when you stand beside him.

“i also brought some food for you all too. since we didn’t have training today, i thought you all could enjoy a nice break by having a picnic,” you clap your hands with a smile and they all feel like they’re seeing an angel.

they all agree and follow behind you when you start leading them towards a grassy field. you set the basket down and rummage through it, pulling out a nice thick blanket so the blades of the grass wouldn’t poke through.

“help me lay this out,” zeke sighs but obliges.

with zeke’s help, everyone is sitting on the blanket and eating and conversing. you listen quietly as you chew on the sandwich you made.

“miss (name),” pieck’s soft voice said beside you, “thank you for the picnic.”

you smile and shake your head, cheeks puffing out from the food that’s still in your mouth.

“can we do this again,” shyly asks reiner.

you gulp down your food and choke a bit, “y-yes! of course!”

you turn to zeke and speak quietly, “how was training yesterday?”

“it was fine. my calves are kind of sore though, it’s been a while since we did squats,” he shrugs and looks up, “ksaver let me pitch to him again.”

“i’m assuming it was at least enjoyable?”

“yeah...,” he trails off, “could you massage my calves for me in a little while?”

you pinch his cheek as you laugh, “of course! anything for you, my child.”

he chuckles while he swats at your hand, “quit that. it hurts.”

before you could pinch him even harder, porco’s loud voice interrupted.

“miss (name), are you zeke’s mom?”

his brother and annie hit him, scolding him in whispers.

“i-i’m so sorry miss (name)..! my brother means no harm,” marcel stutters nervously.

“it’s alright, i don’t mind,” zeke’s slightly flustered, “but no, i’m not zeke’s mother.”

“so why do you act so friendly?”

“i met zeke when i was 17 and he was just a little boy. i would watch him while his grandparents were away,” you lie like it’s nothing.

“i’ve always seen zeke as my little boy though even if i’m only 13 years older,” it has them all gaping and zeke staring at his food.

“why’d you become a warrior then,” reiner blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth in shame, “sorry... but with all due respect, you have a family you love and who love you... why would you let your life end so short?”

for just a second the smile on your face cracks into a frown as you feel your throat tighten up, “why are you asking such disrespectful questions? i understand you have no malicious intent, however it sounds as if you are seeing my decision as an ignorant one. are you calling me ignorant for becoming a warrior?”

zeke just looks away sadly. you never really had to put on this demanding ploy too much since no one dared to ask a question such as reiner did. not to mention that you had to in order to keep your position. reiner scrambles to pledge his loyalty to marley with your eyes burning holes into his head.

the others slightly cower in fear, they’d only ever heard that you could be like this from their mentors. but when they all looked in your, now, sad eyes, they relaxed.

“but, to answer your question,” you say reluctantly, “i was already selected to inherit the female titan.”

“now,” you cough and zeke knows it’s because you want to cry, “i need to go.”

they all help you get everything together, fidgeting anxious as they watch you walk back to the dorm. when you were far enough away, porco shouts at reiner for asking such questions and ruining the picnic. it ends up with annie joining in with the berating and marcel slapping porco upside the head.

zeke just leaves and follows you. he can’t be bothered to listen to them argue while you’re probably crying.

zeke knew it was about your 13 years coming to an end, meaning you wouldn’t be with him anymore. the first time he brought it up, you sobbed out apologies while holding his head to your chest. zeke knows not to bring it up again.

however, reiner didn’t. although he was slightly frustrated with reiner, he understood that he meant no harm to you. sometimes reiner just doesn’t think before he speaks.

zeke finds you with your head in your hands as you cry on your bed. the creaking of the door opening has you looking up and making eye contact and your eyes fill up with tears. zeke shut the door behind him and sat next to you after you pat the spot beside you.

zeke knows what’s going to happen, but allows it anyways because it puts you both at ease.

you cradle his head to your chest, stroking his hair with one hand and his back with another. zeke feels himself starting to cry when you cry out apologies and exclamations of love.

“zeke, my boy, i love you,” you whimper, “i’m so sorry i cannot be by your side until i grow old.”

zeke’s fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt and let’s out a broken sob.

“you’re the light of my life, zeke,” you whisper, “my beautiful boy, my beautiful baby.”

his shoulders shake and he wanted to tell you to stop and to pull away. but he won’t.

“you’re the son i never had, zeke, did you know that,” you sob and squeeze him tight.

it has him wailing and holding you tight. though zeke knew this, you never said it out loud.

“my baby, my baby,” you croak, “i love you so much, zeke.”

“love you too,” he chokes out, muffled by your shirt.

“zeke, my boy, my son, my zeke.”

“please don’t leave me,” it makes you sob even louder.

“i’m so sorry, zeke, i’m so sorry.”

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zeke couldn’t look in annie’s direction after your term ended and her’s started. even at 29 years of age, he still curls up in a ball and cries himself to sleep. he carries a photograph of the two of you, he remembers taking the picture on your 26th birthday.

back on marley, whenever you were brought up in conversations, reiner, porco, and pieck stared at him with sympathy.

after zeke’s arms grow back on the blimp, he pulls out the folded photograph from his pocket. he stares at your beaming smile.

“who’s the girl,” eren asks, ignoring how yelena looks at him fiercely, “when’d you get a girlfriend?”

zeke shakes his head, “not a girlfriend.”

“who is she then,” eren gestures with his hand, the clinking of the metal chains echoing in the small room on the blimp.

“my mother,” he murmurs while he hands it to eren.

“dina doesn’t look like that.”

“eren, did you ever see a memory of a woman being introduced as a babysitter?”

“now that it’s being mentioned, yea.”

“that’s her,” the memory has him chuckling, “she treated me like her son before she died.”

eren transfers his gaze to yelena, a silent request for her to give more information.

“(name) (last name) was the inheritor of the female titan before annie leonhardt. she inherited the titan a few months after she turned 17, her predecessor, flora, was unexpectedly injured during war and was not able to regenerate. although disorganized and unexpected, (name) managed to eat flora. she died at the age of 30 when annie ate her as a pure titan,” yelena elaborates hesitantly as zeke’s small smile fades, “she was often recognized for her kind personality and optimistic attitude.”

“i see,” he said.

“were you her beautiful boy,” eren taunts.

“yes. i was.”

he sounds sad while he folds it back up and puts it in his pocket.

maybe he could be the same to eren.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fanfiction #zeke yeager #zeke yeager x reader #snk zeke #zeke x reader #attack on titan zeke #zeke jaeger #shingeki no kyojin zeke #zeke x you #snk angst

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We’re all a little bit crazy (5)

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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader

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Chapter 5 trigger warnings- Y/N gets into a small fight, mentions of taking pills, the use of the word psycho and mentions of suicide// lemme know if i missed anything

if that makes you uncomfy don’t read!

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chapter one here

chapter two here

chapter three here

chapter four here

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He woke up again on a plush bed after sleeping comfortably, his cheek slightly bruised and a dull pain running through it, he placed his hand on it and nothing felt swollen which was a very good sign. He let out a sigh and moved up to his elbows so he could look around.

It was different from all the other rooms he’d been in, It had more color, drawings all the walls.. Comfort stuffed animals they sometimes give you at the hospital even bigger stuffed animals.. The room was comfortable..

He finally looked next to him and on the floor was Y/N, who was listening to music occasionally flinching from the headphones as she colored in a little book. He didn’t wanna disrupt the girl, so he sat up and carefully grabbed his clipboard looking for her file…

F I L E 4

(Patient Name) Y/N Yagi (Patient #437)

(Date admitted) 8-3-2009

(Patient age) 19

(Patient disorder) Anxiety, Severe Depression, Sensory Overloading issues, and short temper, but never escalates, ADHD, PTSD, Anorexia, self harm and suicidal thoughts

(History/cause) When she was 4 her family home went up in flames causing the death of her father (Okorashi) and older brother (Ekai) Which gave her an extreme fear of explosions and loud noises. From the ages of 4-7 her mother became an addict and an alcoholic. She took up abusive habits that left a few horrific scars on her body. When she was 7 her mother finally passed from an overdose that caused her uncle to have to take her in, He’s a kind man and treats her kindly, He sent them here in hopes of making her better, and more ready to come home. He visits often.

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide?

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm?

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

(Other). If she gets sensory overwhelmed she tends to scream, hot, kick and cry. They find comfort in the other patients, Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou and the boys downstairs. She tends to stick her nails into the skin of whoever grabs her, she needs to be sedated if she has a breakdown.

(Danger level) 9/10

Izuku raised an eyebrow, the description of the person sitting down in front of him.He felt like it didn’t match her at all. He decided to take a gentle approach to greeting Y/N to make sure she didn’t have an “episode” as the paper put it.

He gently swung his feet over the side and crouched down hoping to get into her sightline. He crawled to sit in front of her placing his hands on the floor in front of her coloring book.

Y/N looked up, slightly startled but then took her headphones off, the change causing her head to spasm backwards before resuming her normal position. “Hi!” They smiled, placing her hands on the coloring book in front of Izuku’s. “Hi, Y/N right?” He spoke calmly, not wanting to put off the human infront of him. “Yeah! And you are...Izuku? Midoryia?” She tilted her head curiously and smiled, pumping a fist into the air when Midoryia nodded a smile being brought to his own lips. He was absolutely hooked by Y/N. Their backstory, their personality, they were such an interesting person and he couldn’t wait to learn more.

“Yeah. You got it right, good job.” he chuckled when her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment from his praise. Izuku chuckled again and leaned forward slightly and watched as Y/N leaned back.

Izuku shook his hands carefully and leaned back “Is this more comfortable?” Y/N nodded and smiled softly leaning forward again to resume coloring. Izuku smiled and decided to just watch her for a few moments.

The two hung out not moving position for at least half an hour, until Y/N looked towards the door and started cowering when the door opened and the men in white stood there with a medical tray full of many medical instruments he'd never seen before.

Y/N jumped to their feet and tried to hide behind Izuku as one of them said “Y/N, Please I don’t want to have to repeat what happened yesterday.” He went to reach for her but she smacked his hand and continued standing behind Midoryia who was eyeing the men with a suspicious look.

The blonde one who had spoke already finally went to grab them only to have his hands smacked away, but instead of a hand, he felt a clipboard against his wrist as he cried out “what THE-” the man went to hit Izuku but the greenette had blocked his second hit as well

“She’s scared. I’m going to have to ask you to leave because you are not helping.” Izuku’s tone held dominance and authority as the man scoffed “Oh really?-” His words were cut short as Y/N lept towards him and started hitting him.

she had gotten a few punches in before Izuku had interfered and pulled her back and away from him holding them, they cling to him. “She’s just psycho-” he started again but was cut off by Midoryia straight up shoving him out of the door

Midoryia had shut the door and looked at the medical supplies and then at Y/N who was back on their bed. Midoryia hummed softly looking at them with a soft but concerned gazed “Are you alright?” They nodded timidly “U-um.. yeah, i think..”

They kept eyeing the cart and rubbing their arms. Izuku was angry beyond belief but kept his cool for Y/N. “Do you know what these are?” he asked as he walked over to the cart. Y/N nodded “Those are what the use to sedate me and give me my medications..” Izuku nodded and looked at the cart, it had 4 different pills, a tiny box of apple juice and a needle filled with a liquid. He picked up the needle and watched Y/N flinch back

Izuku shook his head “No, no.. i’m gonna dispose of it, not use it okay?” He went and wrapped it up throwing it in the hazard trash can in the bathroom coming back out looking at the cart.

“Okay, do you have an order you need to take them in or can you just take them one at a time?”

Y/N looked confused as they stood up walking to Izuku and the cart “I c-can just take them.. why are you helping? aren’t you supposed to..”

Izuku shook his head “So far all of you have said that… No, i’m not supposed to be mean, i’m supposed to help you get better so can you take..” he handed Y/N two of the four pills and handed her the apple juice “these and then the other ones?” he smiled

Y/N nodded and took the two and then waited 30 seconds before taking the other two. Izuku nodded and smiled “Thank you.. Now I believe” He stopped and checked his watch “It’s almost dinner time, If you want you can go head down to the cafeteria?” He smiled at her

Y/N thought for a moment “Will you come eat with me?” She tapped her foot on the ground and looked away as Izuku chuckled

“It’s not my dinner break,” Y/N had frowned and got ready to ask again.

“but I’ll still come sit with you?” Izuku smiled when Y/N’s face lit up

Y/N gave a big smile and nodded “Okay!” they had opened the door and ran out with an excited yell of “KATSU! TODO! SHIN!” as she catapulted herself into the boys arms as they hugged her back.

“Why don’t you go to the cafeteria and We’ll be right behind you okay?” Shinsou spoke caring and calmly and all three boys had a quirk of a smile as she smiled and ran off down the halls “GOT IT!” you could hear their laughter as they went down the stairs with a much kinder doctor.

As Izuku walked out of the door locking it behind him he was quickly met with the three faces he’s seen previously looking at him with glares. He gulped before speaking in a meek voice “Y-yes?” Bakugou raised an eyebrow and scoffed before nodding at him “Not a bad idiot.” and the other two nodding in agreement before the bell above them rang for dinner.

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Percy Jackson meets a Landlord, a Tax Accountant, and a Tree Growing in Brooklyn

“Golduck, use hydro pump!” Percy whispered. He moved Golduck so he hit Batman on the chest, and then hit Batman a few more times for good measure. “Die, landlord!”

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys?”

Percy almost fell out of his chair.

He twisted his torso around, looking behind him with wide eyes. But the only person there was a white girl, no older than him. She was wearing a really severe expression to match her tight little blonde ponytail, and she was carrying a clipboard in both hands. There was a piece of string tacked to the clipboard, with a pen tied around one end. She looked like she asked the school librarian if she could help shelve books.

Percy decided instantly that she hated him, so he decided to hate her back.

“Aren’t you a little young to be doing your taxes?” Percy sneered. “Buzz off.”

That made her mad. The girl’s angelic little chubby face twisted in rage, and her grip on the clipboard turned threatening. “I’m accounting the chores! And I could do taxes if I wanted!”

“Yeah?” Percy asked, unimpressed. “Name one tax.”

“Sales tax,” the girl said instantly.

Damn. She got that one.

Short fic that I am considering extending into a much, much longer fic. Thank you Ami for the translation of the card (I would definitely translate it yourself, it’s important). The entire backstory and premise of the AU isn’t immediately apparent, but if I extend the fic it’ll be more explained (spoiler: Luke Castellan, age 14, said fuck Olympus and moved all of Camp Half-Blood into Brooklyn to live in a child-run utopia). I haven’t reread Percy Jackson since I was 10, I barely remember anything that happens or any of the characters, so don’t expect much - but aren’t the best children’s novels the children’s novels that live in our head, anyway?

Rest under the cut.

2005

180 Olive Apartments was a dump. Batman said so.

Batman felt very strongly about this, and as a result Percy did too. It was not Percy’s own, private, personal opinion. Batman informed Percy that the apartment complex was shabby, gross, not in Staten island, and smelled weird. Batman made a very convincing argument that they should live in Staten Island instead, which Percy had done his best to relay to Mom. Mom hadn’t been impressed.

“This is the best place for us, Percy,” Mom had said, with that pinched look on her face. It was the ‘Percy’s Making My Life Really Hard’ face. Percy had been seeing that face a lot lately. “Let’s just try to make this work, please?”

There was no ‘best place’ for them, and Percy and Batman knew that. But that was another thing Mom didn’t want to hear.

So Percy had suffered in stoic silence as Mom dragged him out of the motel, made him miss the new episode of Pokemon, and forced him to ride the subway forty minutes into smelly Brooklyn so he could sit in this smelly chair outside of some smelly office in a smelly apartment. From inside the office, Percy could hear the faint rise and fall of voices: Mom’s, light and lyrical and very polite to people who were not Percy; and some landlord guy. His voice was really light and high too, but he was probably a real jerk.

Percy was so bored he could die. He sat up on his knees, turning around so he could prop his elbows against the dusty windowsill with grimy frosted glass. He plopped Batman down on the dirty windowsill, smearing his chipped feet through the tracks of dust. Parkour. He unzipped his pocket and grabbed his slightly dusty Golduck rubber toy, putting it in front of Batman. Golduck was from McDonald’s, so it had a bad attitude.

Percy waggled Batman. You have a bad attitude, Golduck. You can’t live in my house anymore, because you get water all over the tile and you make the wood go bad.

Golduck jiggled when Percy shook him. It wasn’t Golduck’s fault that the water went everywhere! Water just goes places sometimes. Golduck was a water type, so water followed him around and got into wood and made the wood go bad and made other people mad at him. It’s not Golduck’s fault, so don’t make him move!

I don’t want to hear it, Batman said. I’m going to make you live in a crummy motel and make your Mom go on a lot of boring websites looking for new places to live. The motel’s bananas are going to taste weird. Mom’s going to cry a lot. And it’ll be all your fault because you’re a bad kid.

“Golduck, use hydro pump!” Percy whispered. He moved Golduck so he hit Batman on the chest, and then hit Batman a few more times for good measure. “Die, landlord!”

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys?”

Percy almost fell out of his chair.

Percy decided instantly that she hated him, so he decided to hate her back.

“Aren’t you a little young to be doing your taxes?” Percy sneered. “Buzz off.”

That made her mad. The girl’s angelic little chubby face twisted in rage, and her grip on the clipboard turned threatening. “I’m accounting the chores! And I could do taxes if I wanted!”

“Yeah?” Percy asked, unimpressed. “Name one tax.”

“Sales tax,” the girl said instantly.

Damn. She got that one. Percy just rolled his eyes instead, sitting back down on his seat and stuffing his toys in his cargo pocket. He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, even if he knew that he wasn’t too old to play with Batman and Golduck. What did tax accountants know, anyway.

The girl sniffed, and made a show of inspecting the grimy windowsill and carefully making a note on her clipboard. Her pen had a pom-pom at the end. Percy bet she made hearts over the top of her ‘i’s.

“Nick’s been slacking,” the girl muttered threateningly. “I’m surrounded by incompetents.”

“Why is it Nick’s job to clean the leasing office?” Percy asked, unimpressed. “Don’t you have a janitor for that?” Was Nick the janitor? If this pinched-face little girl was harassing cleaning staff then Percy was going to file a complaint.

But the girl just looked surprised, as if the idea of having a janitor was foreign and strange. “No janitor would even make it through the doors.” But then her eyes narrowed, as if a thought just occurred to her. “Wait. How did you…”

However Percy did what, he would never know. The door to the leasing office cracked open, and Percy scrambled off his seat in excitement. The girl stood stiffly at attention, clipboard on her hip, as Mom stepped out of the office. She looked very tired, but weirdly relieved.

There was a man right behind her, just as white and blonde as the girl. Percy wasn’t surprised: he could pick out a real ‘daughter-of-the-manager’ type right away. The man didn’t look like every other landlord Percy had ever seen - no moustache, for one - and he didn’t look old enough for the part anyway. He wasn’t old, but he definitely wasn’t an elementary schooler. He had a broad, honest face, but he was too muscular and strong looking and landlordey to be trustworthy.

Percy decided the weird landlord, with a mop of yellow hair like golden thread and a scary eyebrow with one long scar cutting straight through, was twenty five years old. Clearly the result of nepotism in the landlord industry.

Mom smiled when she saw Percy, who quickly pasted on his most innocent expression. Her eyes caught on the girl, who was glaring daggers at him. The landlord’s eyes caught on Percy’s own wrinkled nose. “Percy, good! Are you making friends?”

It was not an innocent question. It was a ‘please don’t ruin this for me too, Percy’ question. It was a ‘I’m very tired and I need you not to make things hard’ question. Percy was well acquainted with them. But maybe the girl was too, because when the landlord looked at the girl she also abruptly quailed. “I hope you’re being a good host, Annabeth.”

The unfortunately named Annabeth and Percy glanced at each other in silent and instant understanding.

“Yeah, Annabeth’s really fun!” Percy said instantly. He was not going to ruin this for Mom again. Or, at least, he would try to hold off ruining it for her as long as possible. Even if this stupid apartment wasn’t in Staten island. “She was telling me about -”

“Taxes!” Annabeth said smoothly, a much better liar than Percy. “And Percy was telling me about Batman.”

They both looked very cute and very low matinence on command, the perfect picture of children who did not make their moms live in motels.

Percy was rewarded when Mom smiled in relief. She put a hand on Percy’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “I’m so glad. Percy, this is Mr. Castellan. Why don’t you say hi?”

“Hi Mr. Castellan,” Percy said obediently. “My name’s Percy Jackson, I’m in third grade.”

The landlord smiled at him with closed and tight lips, but it was Annabeth who spoke in interest. “Percy like Percival, King Arthur’s knight who searched for the Holy Grail?”

Uh, whatever? “Percy like the Greek hero Perseus,” Percy said shortly. “But I’m not Greek. My Grandma was from Guadalajara.”

Annabeth’s eyes widened. She glanced at the landlord, whose expression was impossible to read. “Are you sure?”

“I know where my own grandmother is from!”

“She didn’t say that you didn’t, sweetie,” Mom said, and Percy guiltily shut up. “Percy, why don’t you and Mr. Castellan talk in his office for a little while? I have to fill out some paperwork, and I think you two have a lot to talk about.”

Percy looked up at her with wide eyes. Mom never left him alone with strangers. And paperwork already? “Are we moving in today?”

“You two talk for a bit,” Mom said firmly. “I’ll be right back.”

When Percy was pushed into Mr. Castellan’s office it felt more like he was a Roman Christian being tossed into the lion’s den in punishment for heresy. And when Mom settled him into an uncomfortable and weird-smelling chair in front of the teetering desk and kissed him on the temple before leaving the office, he abruptly felt like he had jumped into Grandma’s book of Bible Stories.

Mr. Landlord’s office was as dirty and run-down as the rest of the complex. The big box AC rattled with clinks and whirrs as it shuddered against the sticky summer heat, and the landlord’s desk was covered in thick stacks of paper and chewed-up pencils. When he sat back down behind the stained wood, the chair seemed just a little too big for him. He sunk strangely in it, the vinyl flaking off and floating into the ground. There were a lot of crayon drawings taped to the wall, and there was a light dusting of crumpled post-it notes on the ground.

Mr. Landlord tried to smile at Percy. Tried being the operative word: when he smiled it was too thin and without teeth, more pained than reassuring. It didn’t reach his watery blue eyes.

Percy hunched on the rickety chair. This guy set off every alarm bell he had, which was plenty. And no, it wasn’t just because he was a guy, Ms. Brown. For added security and self defense, Percy casually slid a capped ballpoint pen on the old desk in front of him into his sleeve. Batman was always prepared, and Percy was too. He can hack up any creepy guy and protect Mom any day of the week.

The landlord smiled wider, even worse. “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Luke Castellan, and I’m the supervisor here. Running into Annabeth first thing’s pretty bad luck, huh?” At Percy’s unimpressed eyebrow, he quickly added, “Annabeth keeps the whole place running, really. She’s...pretty convinced that this complex rests on her eight year old back, so she’s a little stressed out all the time. If she gets frustrated at you, don’t take it personally, okay?”

So she does help shelve books. Percy was a keen judge of character. “Why does she do it? You can’t make her be the superintendent. That’s child labor.”

Luke Castellan stared at Percy unblinkingly. He blinked about as often as a snake, but five times as quickly: as if he didn’t want to let you out of his sight for even a second. Finally, he said, “I’m fifteen.”

Percy gave Mr. Luke the stink-eye, clearly communicating that he did not trust even fifteen year olds (who were high schoolers, and even less trustworthy than adult-adults) as far as he could throw them. Especially fifteen year olds like Luke: who were too tall, with too-mature eyes and a particularly unhappy expression. Percy communicated perfectly that there was nothing trustworthy about this family of juvenile landlords, but he was just too polite to say so.

But that just made Mr. Luke sigh, as if he was tired instead of angry. “Annabeth’s my...ward, I guess. I just look after her. But she doesn’t like being looked after, so she makes up for it by looking after everyone else. I’m not saying I do a good job.”

He’s a landlord and he has a ward? Percy finally perked up. “So you’re like Batman?”

Mr. Luke stared at him unblinkingly, before finally saying, “Yes, except Batman doesn’t have superpowers.”

Percy had the sense he was being made fun of. “You don’t have super powers,” he accused, crossing his arms. “Nobody has super powers.”

Mr. Luke smiled, wan and weak. “Not even you, Percy?”

Percy froze.

Five seconds too late, Percy made himself laugh stupidly. People were quick to believe that Percy was stupid, and sometimes Percy helped them think that. It got him out of trouble sometimes - not always, but enough that it was useful. “If I had superpowers, I’d run super fast everywhere just like the Flash!”

But Mr. Luke just hummed, and flipped through some of the papers in a folder in front of him. Percy abruptly began sweating. Mom had given him those papers. They were records. This was like every time a principal had drawn up ‘proof’ against him in a court of law. “Your mom said that you both had to move out of your Queens apartment because it flooded.”

“I didn’t unscrew the taps,” Percy said reflexively. “They just came loose! I didn’t even touch them! I didn’t touch the boiler either!”

“The boiler?” Mr. Luke flipped back a few pages. “Oh, right. Your school.”

Percy slouched in his seat and folded his arms across his chest, stewing. He always sounded guiltiest when he denied it. He should go back to playing dumb. Pretend that he had no idea what water was. He had gotten away with it when he was six during that one birthday party at the aquarium, but something about being a third grader meant that people expected that you have basic observational skills.

It was stupid. There was no way to win. If he said that he didn’t do it then he sounded guilty. If he tried to point out how it was impossible for him to break the boiler and destroy the gym or whatever, using facts and logic and a rhetorical argument like the Youtube videos taught him, then they just told him he was making excuses. Sometimes Percy had the impression that everybody just wanted him to supervillain cackle like the Joker and brag about how terrible he was. Maybe he’d give that a shot once he entered middle school. It seemed like an evil teenage thing to do.

Percy Jackson was a liar, a thief, a cheat, a menace, and a bad kid. There was nothing more to be: not for someone like Percy.

But Mr. Luke didn’t threaten him, or give him ‘one last chance’ or anything. He just leaned forward, hands folded on the desk. His thumb was worrying at a small starburst scar on his hand, betraying a strange nervousness.

“Percy, can I talk to you man-to-man?”

Percy, who did not like men, squinted at Mr. Luke suspiciously. “Why.”

“Because this isn’t a topic for a kid. It’s a topic that...kills children, and turns them into little adults. I wish I didn’t have to broach it with you. But I think that you haven’t been a kid for a long time, Percy, and I don’t want to insult you by pretending otherwise.” Mr. Luke frowned, and Percy found himself involuntarily straightening. What was he talking about? “You were right. There was no way for you to have flooded your apartment, much less twice. There was no way for you to ruin your gym, or damage that aquarium. Much less...everything else in your file. No kid is that much of a miniature hurricane when he isn’t even trying. It sucks. It’s not your fault. And now your Mom’s credit score is so bad that she can’t afford another apartment. If it wasn’t for the fact that she saw our really generous listing in the paper, she would have had to move you two away from her home.”

She was thinking of moving them both to New Jersey. Percy’s lips tightened, and he knew that Mr. Luke saw it.

“This is an apartment building that provides shelter to a lot of special cases, just like you. It’s...full of kids who break things when they don’t mean to. Kids with a parent couldn’t handle them, or who couldn’t protect them. We have a lot of ways to keep families like yours safe, and to give you a home.”

Percy stared at Mr. Luke. He seemed deadly serious, as serious as anybody had ever been to Percy, despite the crazy stuff he was saying. Safe? Safe from what?

Safe from those weird, giant dogs that chased Percy and tore off half his jeans? Safe from that old lady in the deli with the slobbering bag and beady eyes? Safe from broken water pipes, from ruined floors and busted walls, from Percy himself?

Finally, all Percy could think to ask was, “How do you know that I’m a special case?”

“Because not just anyone could see that listing,” Mr. Luke said. “And - uh, no offense - but you are one of the most obviously inhuman children I’ve met in my life.”

Percy’s jaw dropped in complete, unadulterated rage, and without even stopping to think through his actions he withdrew the ballpoint pen from his pocket. He uncapped it, fully intending on doing something dramatically yet harmlessly violent with it, but he didn’t get the chance.

The ballpoint pen turned into a gleaming bronze and silver sword. Percy screamed. Percy fell out of his chair. Percy did not get the opportunity to look cool and dangerous at all.

****

And now Percy had Greek god stuff to worry about!

Didn’t Percy have enough problems? He couldn’t stay in a school, they couldn’t keep an apartment, their new landlord didn’t blink enough, and now he was the kid of a Greek god? Apparently he had been spending his entire life running from monsters and he just hadn’t noticed? That explained the stupid scary dog!

Percy knew much more about Greek gods than the average kid, since Mom was a huge fan. Yeah, Mom! Apparently you were a big fan! Jesus, Mom!

What’s this dumb stuff about Poseidon! That had freaked out Mr. Luke, and made him ask a lot of questions like ‘are you sure’ and ‘there’s a lot of minor gods who like to pass themself off as someone more impressive to mortals’. Then Annabeth, who had been listening at the door like a sneak and who ran in all heroically when he almost accidentally stabbed Mr. Luke, freaked out and called his mom a liar. His mom!

Then Percy tried to stab her with his new sword. Mom made Percy apologize for trying to stab Annabeth. Mr. Luke made Annabeth apologize for insulting Percy’s mother. Percy was beginning to worry that he and Annabeth may be mortal enemies.

Mr. Luke had tried explaining a bunch of stuff about monsters and ‘the Sight’ and why Percy’s life was terrible to him, but Percy already knew his life was terrible and he wasn’t interested. Percy ended up furiously swinging his new sword at a tree outside as Mom signed a bunch of forms and talked with Mr. Luke some more, but she hustled him home pretty quickly afterwards.

Percy didn’t give the sword back. Mr. Luke, wisely, did not ask for it back.

Mom kept on making a face on the subway back to the motel like she had been waiting her entire life for Percy to ask all of these questions, and she was preparing herself for it. She kept on glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, watching Percy kick his feet against the hard plastic seat. It was obvious. But Percy didn’t have anything to say to her. They spent the rest of the day in silence, just focusing on packing up and getting everything ready to move. Jacksons were practical, Mom said.

Jacksons were practical. Percy was practical, too. It was only in the deep pits of night, as Percy lay in bed holding up his sword and watching it reflect the soft lamplight above the creaky wooden table where Mom was doing work, that he asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

The sword was really cool. It was pure bronze, with the middle gleaming pure silver. There was some Greek writing inscribed down the center that Percy had no idea how to read, although he had spent an hour scouring the internet looking for a translation. The handle was tough white cord, stiff and starchy but fraying a little at the edges.

Mr. Luke said it was named something, but Percy forgot what it was. He had been a bit busy almost impaling the guy.

Mom’s fingers froze over the keyboard. Her back was turned to him, so he couldn’t see her face, but her spine was stiff and rigid.

Finally, after a long silence, she said, “I didn’t want you to think that there was anything different about you.”

“So what?” Percy asked, his eyes pricking rebelliously. Stupid water. “You let me think that I was a bad person who ruined your life?”

“Percy, no!” Mom turned around, expression crumpled. The dim light showed the heavy bags under Mom’s eyes in sharp relief. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, baby. None of this is your fault, you understand? That’s what this business with your father means: that none of it was your fault. That’s all it means.”

If that was true, Percy thought, then why couldn’t she have told him before?

But Percy was afraid that if he said that, then he would start crying, and Percy was way too old to cry. Only weak little babies cried.

“I’m sorry my dad’s a loser who ruined your life, Mom,” Percy said.

“Percy…”

But Percy refused to answer her, putting his sword down next to him and pretending to go to sleep. He kept it next to him in bed all night, gripping its hilt tight, and the firm and cool pressure of the steel in his hand soothed him when the thought of a father didn’t.

***

They moved in the next day.

The next day! Percy was livid. He barely had any time to pack up his toys into his backpack, and Mom didn’t even have time to help him back up his blue Spider-man suitcase. He had to do it all by himself, and then Mom came in and told him he was folding everything up wrong and that he had to redo it. If she had so many problems with it, she should have helped him and gave him more than one day to move out of their dumb motel!

When people moved on TV there were always moving vans and buff dudes in baseball caps. But Percy was much better at moving then any of those idiots: all it took was a suitcase (of clothes and toiletries and stuff) and a backpack (of toys and school supplies and stuff).

Percy’s backpack had the Power Rangers on it, in glossy plastic. Its contents were always the same, through every move: Batman, Golduck, Bulbasaur, Blue Eyes White Dragon, Raphael, a stegosaurus with a missing tail named Hedward, and a little book full of pictures of him and his mom and some cards and stuff. There was a picture of him and Grandma in the apartment in Staten Island that he lived in until he was six, and a 5th birthday card she had given him six months before she died. Written inside, in her looping and faded script, was a sentence Percy had read over and over and over again. ‘Tu angel de la guarda trabaja horas extra por tí. Así que acuérdate de decirle gracias ¿Sí, mi niño?'’

Percy was inclined to agree with her. God should pay his guardian angel overtime. That, or pay one to go to Olympus and collect child support.

The image was funny to Percy - the idea of his angel with her wings and halos showing up at Poseidon’s door and tapping her watch as she held out her hat. It was so funny, it was the first thing he told Mr. Luke when they met him at the gates to the apartment complex. Mom was huffing behind him with her two suitcases, while Percy was busy juggling his own backpack, suitcase, and sword.

Mr. Luke looked alarmed to see the both of them, although Mom had called ahead and arranged to meet him here. Worse, Annabeth was next to him, still holding a clipboard. She didn’t look alarmed, just mad.

“Did you bring Riptide onto public transportation?” Annabeth squawked. “You have no sense of discretion!”

Was Riptide the name of the sword? Whatever. Percy would have named it Hurricane. “I know words you don’t know too, you don’t have to brag,” Percy said flatly.

“Yeah, the gods are filthy little child support evaders,” Mr. Luke said easily, instantly endearing himself to Percy. Mom rolled her eyes as she put her suitcases down, but she was clearly fighting a smile. “Don’t worry, I dragged them to court. Sued them for all they’re worth.”

“How on earth did you do that?” Mom asked, interested.

“Trickery and rhetoric,” Annabeth said proudly.

“Swords,” Mr. Luke said.

“What did you squeeze them for?” Percy asked, excited.

Mr. Luke winked. And he still didn’t ask for his sword back. Maybe he wasn’t all bad.

The apartment complex itself wasn’t nearly as big as a lot of Brooklyn complexes, looking more like the little apartment complexes in Queens that Percy was used to. It was three separate three-story buildings arranged in a square, with one side holding the small leasing office and a parking lot. It was open-air, with the apartment doors opening directly outside. There was a really big courtyard in the center, and despite himself Percy got a little excited.

It was awesome. There was a huge, sprawling tree right in the center of the courtyard. It was gigantic, bigger than any tree Percy had ever seen in his life. It seemed like it didn’t even belong in New York, like it was a transplant from the California Redwoods or Canada or something. Its leaves were waving in a nonexistent breeze, and something about it just seemed so magical and otherworldly to Percy.

But that was only half of the awesome things. The other awesome thing was that there were kids everywhere.

The tree provided shade to a couple scattered gangs of kids, sitting around and laughing. There was a rusty set of monkey bars, which some kids were playing on, and there was a big dirt rectangle where other kids were hitting each other on the head with wooden plastic swords. There were groups of girls eating lunch, and a gang of boys playing soccer in the corner that made Percy immediately want to jump in and play too. Percy dominated at soccer.

“The East and South buildings are where we all live,” Annabeth informed Mom. “The West building is where the training rooms and storage rooms and administrative rooms - that’s my office - and everything is. It also has guest units for the local spirits that like to visit. We just had ten Bacchae stay for a week. They were backpacking to Woodstock. We have very good inter-community relationships here.”

“That’s amazing,” Mom said faintly. Mr. Luke was smiling faintly, eyes fixed on the big tree. Percy found himself staring at Mr. Luke, watching with interest the soft but firm pride in his eyes. “Luke said that this property’s safe from…”

She glanced at Percy quickly, cutting herself off. But Annabeth just huffed.

“I almost got eaten by monsters twenty times when I was seven,” Annabeth informed Mom imperiously. “We’re not babies. Connor Stoll says if you’re old enough to get eaten by monsters then you’re old enough to know that they exist.”

Percy decided immediately that he liked Connor Stoll, and maybe even Annabeth too.

“The tree protects us,” Luke said. “Wherever the tree is, we’re safe. Not even the gods date step foot beyond the leasing office here.”

“Because of the tree?” Mom asked.

Luke smiled - sharp, piercing, and strange. “Sure, let’s say that.”

But Mom just frowned. She looked over the courtyard of kids - some of whom were already starting to whisper and stare. Annabeth waved at a gaggle of identically blonde children, and for the first time Percy wondered who she was the daughter of. Probably the bossiest god. Maybe Athena. Or, like, Hephaestus. Definitely Hephaestus.

“You said that there’s nobody over eighteen here,” Mom said to Luke. “Luke, there’s a six year old on those monkey bars.”

“If you’re under thirteen, you live with someone over thirteen,” Luke said to her. Annabeth was still frowning in disapproval at Percy’s sword. He stuck his tongue out at her. “Two people to a unit, we try to pair the oldest with the youngest. Lucy lives with Henrique, he’s seventeen. It’s the best we can do.”

“Surely there has to be someone…?”

“Adults have never helped us. They never will.” Luke looked away sharply. “We’ve been in Brooklyn a year. You’re the first adult who’s made her way here. Most other parents with a kid as powerful as Percy would have -”

He cut himself off sharply, glancing at Percy, and Percy scowled up at him. He thought that Luke was being honest. Maybe he was just another old guy afraid to say what everybody else knew.

“I’ll help Ms. Jackson settle in,” Annabeth said suddenly. She held out her hands to Percy, who reflexively hugged his luggage to his chest. “You guys are in unit 5. It’s on the bottom floor. If you flood it, then we can fix it okay. Give me your luggage, I’ll put it in your unit.”

Percy stared at her, overwhelmed with that simple signal of care. No threats about if he flooded it, no warnings or sickly sweet faux-concern. Just understanding, and acceptance.

He silently gave her his bags.

She seemed surprised when she felt how light they were. Percy shrugged awkwardly at her face, crossing his arms tightly around her chest. “Don’t touch my stuff, okay?”

“Sure,” Annabeth said, before pausing a beat. “We have a TV in our place. #1. Do you want to come over tonight and watch Winx Club?”

“Yeah,” Percy said, overwhelmed. “Sure.”

Mr. Luke put a hand on Percy’s back as Annabeth guided Mom to a corner unit. Percy couldn’t help but notice that the door to the unit was already propped open. Wait - there were people going in and out!

There was a tall, buff teenager, carrying two chairs underneath each arm. There was another group of three teenage girls, carrying a table between them. Two other younger kids were carrying boxes and laughing. They were bringing everything into the unit, and other younger kids were running in and out with cleaning supplies.

From a distance, Percy saw Mom stop in her tracks. Annabeth tugged at her shirt and got her to bend down, whispering something in her ear. A boy with sandy brown hair ran up, taking Mom’s suitcases from her and bringing them into the unit.

“Your Mom mentioned that you were missing some furniture,” Mr. Luke said. “The Hermes and Aphrodite kids all pitched in to get your home looking like a home. I hope you’ll like it.”

Percy clutched his sword to his chest, speechless.

Mr. Luke smiled down at him, that same wan and weak smile, and put a hand on his back. He gently pushed Percy forward, towards the tree. “Come with me for a minute?”

They silently approached the sprawling, ancient tree. As they came closer, Percy could see that its bark was gnarled and knotted, with perfect handholds for climbing and perfect boughs for resting in the summer sun. He could already see a few kids resting in high boughs, taking a nap in the humid and sticky sun.

“Percy, I’d like to introduce you to someone.” Mr. Luke’s voice was quiet, like he was in church. He looked up at the tree, peering far into the leaves as if he was trying to find something hidden within them. “This is Thalia. Thalia, this is Percy. He’s the newest member of the family. He’s also your cousin.”

Cousin? Percy looked up at Mr. Luke, eyes wide. “I’m related to a tree?”

Tilted up at the tree, Percy couldn’t see Mr. Luke’s expression. Maybe that was on purpose. “Thalia’s a kid, just like us. Daughter of Zeus. I used to think that she was the closest thing to an adult I knew, but...I’m as old as she is, now. I guess one day soon I’ll be older than she ever got to be.”

Oh. The tree was, like, from the ashes of some dead girl. Awkward. Percy stared at the thick and arching roots of the tree, feeling weird.

“Thalia, please protect Percy. I can already tell that he’s going to grow up to be very strong and brave. Please help us make sure that Percy never has to be strong. That he’s never brave. I can already tell he’s going to need a lot of your help.” He looked down at Percy for the first time, and for the first time Percy could see just a little warmth in those icy blue eyes. “You’re going to have to work overtime for him. So make sure to say thank you, Percy. Okay?”

“Thank you, Thalia,” Percy said obediently. He bowed awkwardly, uncertain what to do. The sword scraped awkwardly against his thigh. “Thanks for letting me into your home.”

“Welcome home, Percy,” Mr. Luke said, and for the first time Percy almost believed it.

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #luke castellan #pjo fanfic #percy jackson fanfic #I'm bouncing between a lot of different projects right now and trying to decide which one to dedicate time to #I promise I DID take a break and I will CONTINUE TO DO SO because work's been exhausting #but sometimes that means just writing low-effort self-indulgent stuff #anyway my friend had to sit down and explain the worldbuilding of pjo to me and I was like WOW THATS FUCKED so I wrote this #I also dislike some of the ways that pjo handled percy's backstory so that's being addressed #my writing #I FORGOT THE CUT LOL

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twstarchives · 4 years

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Hello! There used to be a list about which characters have mentioned to have siblings/be only childs but I can't find it anymore ;; do you still have it or was I imagining it? If so, do you know what is there so far about each student's family life?

Riddle

Parents

Riddle lives with his mom, the status of his father is unknown. He has implied that his parents don’t get along.¹ Both parents are magic doctors, but his mother seems to be more well-known. To Riddle, she is extremely overbearing and planned out nearly every second of his life: controlled his education, his schedule, his diet, his clothing, the supplies he used, and which friends he could have. She put a heavy emphasis on studying and always being the best.²

1. Riddle Ghost Marriage voice lines 2. Main Story 1-19

Ace

Parents

Older brother

Grandmother

His brother is 7 years older than him and a Heartslabyul alumni.¹ He seems to have often messed around with Ace & make him angry on purpose, but it was all in good nature; they are very close. Apparently his brother was even more excited than their parents when they found out Ace got into NRC.² Ace has also mentioned his grandma a few times; she taught him about the Ghost Camera³ and warned him about magic blotting.⁴

1. Ace School Uniform PS 2. Ace Ceremony Robes voice lines 3. Main Story 0-19 4. Main Story 2-4

Deuce

Mother

Grandmother

He is an only child¹ and loves his mom very much. The entire reason he’s trying so hard to be an honors student is so that he can become a son she can be proud of. He once cried when she called him to tell him just that.²

The only time his grandma was mentioned was when he told a story of his mom crying to her on the phone, thinking she’d failed as a parent (during Deuce’s delinquent days).³

1. Jack Dorm Uniform PS 2. Wish Upon A Star 12 3. Main Story 1-13

Trey

Parents

Younger brother

Younger sister

His family runs a bakery. As the oldest child, he often had to take care of his little siblings (ie. ensuring they all brushed their teeth at night)¹. They all would pester him to bake them desserts,² but he cared for them a lot—one time his little brother really wanted to go to a live magift game so Trey spent his whole allowance to get him a ticket.³

1. Trey School Uniform PS 2. Ace School Uniform PS 3. Trey Wish Upon A Star voice lines

Cater

Parents

Two older sisters

Because of his dad’s work as a banker, their family had to move about once every two years, all over the world.¹ Cater hadn’t had any long-lasting friends because of this.

He has described his sisters as “unreasonable,” his dislikes in his profile are listed as “having to suck up to his sisters,” and when everyone was going home for winter holiday, he said he’d rather stay with Trey’s family.² In his voice lines, he mentioned that he can’t relate to Yuu feeling homesick because his sisters would just be waiting for him at home. His sisters rated everything by how cute it was, and if something “wasn’t cute” to them then Cater would have to redo it.³

They would get more excited about his birthday than he would, and buy him all kinds of presents he didn’t particularly like (such as stuffed animals, dolls, perfumes, soaps, etc). But they weren’t trying to be intentionally mean, and recently have started paying attention to what he really wants.⁴

When he was about 10 years old, his mom and sisters were always baking sweets. Cater was excited about this at first because it meant he could get lots of treats, but his sisters would make him eat everything. If he refused, they’d look so disheartened, and Cater couldn’t say no to that, so he kept forcing himself to eat. Because of this, he now hates sweets.⁴

1. Cater Scary Dress PS 2. Main Story 4-3 3. Cater Lab Coat PS 4. Cater Birthday PS

Leona

Falena (older brother)

Cheka (nephew)

Sister-in-law

Leona is a member of Afterglow Savannah’s royal family. His brother and his sister-in-law are the current rulers, and Cheka is next in line to the throne. Leona has constantly felt inferior and bitter that he and Falena are treated so differently based off nothing but birth order.¹ But he greatly respects his sister-in-law; she’s one of the only people he would never talk back to.² Cheka is very affectionate and clingy towards him.

1. Main Story 2-27 2. Ruggie’s Chat w/ Jack

Jack

Parents

Younger brother

Younger sister

Grandparents

Jack is the oldest in his family with an 11yo brother and a 7yo sister. He and his siblings are all very athletic; they used to play tag with each other for 6 hours on end.¹ Jack has said that wolf beastmen pick one soulmate to spend their whole life with, and his parents + grandparents are always at each others’ side, when they wake up, go on walks, eat, and go to sleep.²

1. Jack Happy Beans Day PS 2. Ace Ghost Marriage PS

Ruggie

Mother (deceased)

Father (unknown)

Grandmother

Ruggie's mother "became a star up in the sky" shortly after giving birth to him. His father went away for work and never came back, and to this day Ruggie doesn't know what happened to him.¹

He lives with his grandma in the slums of Afterglow Savannah. They were poor and struggled to find food to eat, but his grandma could make delicious food out of any ingredients they could find. Ruggie learned to cook from her.² He described her as very kind but also tough.

Ruggie seemed to have taken care of the other kids in the neighborhood too-- when everyone went home over winter break, he brought home leftovers from the cafeteria to feed his grandma and the kids.³

1. Ruggie Birthday PS 2. Ruggie School Uniform PS 3. Main Story 4-3

Azul

Mother

Stepfather

Grandmother

His mom fell in love with her divorce lawyer while separating from Azul’s biological father. She’s also the owner of the Ashengrottoes’ famous ristorante in the Coral Sea.¹ Because of their business, Azul grew up a foodie and was exposed to a lot of different foods from a young age.²

His stepfather is kind and honest, and very clever when it comes to his work. Azul respects him and they seem to have a good relationship. He taught him about law and contracts.¹

Everyone in the Ashengrotto family is a mage, but Azul’s grandmother is said to be especially powerful. She was known for helping those in need, and very “merciful,” just like Azul.¹

1. Azul Birthday PS 2. Azul Dorm Uniform PS

Jade & Floyd

Parents

Their parents started teaching them self-defense since they were little.¹ We don’t know many details of their childhood, but there was an interesting exchange between them—Jade once said “he made the right choice choosing Floyd as his partner,” and Floyd replied that “he’s glad Jade is the one that survived with him, too.”²

In Floyd’s Wish story, he brought up how their father told him to buy a nice pair of shoes when he went on land because “men who don’t pay attention to the small details get patronized” so your appearance is very important. Hearing this gave Idia and Ortho an uneasy feeling about Mr. Leech.

1. Jade PE Uniform voice lines 2. Floyd Dorm Uniform PS

Kalim

Parents

30-40 younger siblings

Kalim’s father comes from a long line of merchants and is supposedly the greatest one in the family. But despite how busy he is, he’s always wearing a smile. Kalim’s mother is the only one in the family who can use magic. She’s described as very kind, is always praising Kalim, and almost never gets angry.¹

Kalim doesn’t know the exact number of siblings he has, but he can put names to faces for all of them, and he often plays hide and seek with them in their house. He doesn’t come from a royal family (they’re just extremely rich), but some of his distant relatives are actual royalty.² One of his distant cousins apparently owns a tiger.³ His family has about 100 servants along with specialists like a personal doctor⁴ and a beast tamer.

1. Kalim Birthday PS 2. Main Story 4-8 3. Silver Lab Coat PS 4. Main Story 4-17

Jamil

Parents

Najma (younger sister)

His family has served the Asims for generations. His parents knew Jamil was a very bright child, but they insisted that he must always let Kalim be better than him, and would reprimand him for talking too casually to his young master.¹ Jamil seems to share a typical sibling relationship with his sister Najma. They often bicker with each other, but they’re on good terms. Najma used to bake him cookies for his birthday² and they would also get into fights because she’d tell him his cooking looked too plain.³ Jamil gave his VDC plus-one ticket to her during Episode 5.

Najma made her first in-game appearance during the Aleab Naria event. Their father had sent her to deliver a message in-person to Jamil, since he isn’t versed in technology likes PCs and phones and didn’t trust that a text would suffice.⁴

Najma claims that she and Jamil look nothing alike, but they tend to make near-identical expressions. She was relieved to see that he has a few friends at NRC because he never talks about them whenever he comes home.⁴ In one scene, Jamil reminds her to wipe her hands before eating and gives her a wet wipe, and she huffs at him to not treat her like a child. Trey notes how well Jamil looks after her, but Cater thinks he is a little bit overprotective.

1. Main Story 4-36 2. Jamil Birthday PS 3. Jamil Dorm Uniform PS 4. Aleab Naria 3-4, 3-5, 3-7

Vil

Eric (father)

Vil’s father is an extremely famous actor and goes by the stage name Eric Venue. Even the Leeches’ father is a fan of some of his movies.¹ Vil has mentioned that his dad would come home dressed in special effects makeup & costumes every Halloween,² and also used to read him stories about the Beautiful Queen.³

1. Vil Scary Dress PS 2. Vil Scary Dress voice lines 3. Scary Monsters 3-2

Epel

Parents

Grandparents

Aunt & Uncle (uncle is biological)

Male Cousin

Epel’s family lives on an apple farm that’s been around for generations. They all live in the same house. His village is also made up of farmers, and they often help each other out during the busy season and have big barbecues together. It feels like they’re one big family.¹

His relatives often send him apples from home since they have such an abundance of them. They seem to have some business struggles; Epel taught himself how to beautifully carve apples when he was young because many were blemished and wouldn’t otherwise sell.² He has also mentioned wanting to make a potion that strengthens weak apple trees to make his grandpa happy.³

Besides Epel, his grandma and great-grandma are the only ones in the family who can use magic.⁴ They ride brooms to pick apples that are too high to reach on foot. Epel wanted to help them when he was little so everyday he would get on a broom and try hopping up and down, and then one day it worked! Ever since then he’s helped with that task as well.

1. Epel Birthday PS 2. Epel School Uniform PS 3. Epel Lab Coat voice lines 4. Epel Ceremony Robes voice lines / Birthday PS

Idia & Ortho

???

The Shrouds are a noble family and famous for some reason, but Idia has said that being from a noble family isn’t all that great.¹ When he was worrying about being seen at the entrance ceremony, he expected people might gossip about how he’s from “the cursed Shroud family,” and that he’ll “spread misfortune to them.”² At another time, he mentioned that the audience would be apprehensive about what kind of “weird research” he did if he had to present his research on stage.³

1. Idia PE Uniform PS 2. Idia Ceremony Robes PS 3. Main Story 5-3

Lilia, Malleus, Silver

Malleus’ grandmother

Lilia was one of the Queen of the Valley of Thorns’ most trusted soldiers when he used to fight for the royal family.¹ In Cater’s Lab Coat story, they created mandrakes that reflected parts of themselves, and Lilia’s was said to “carry the cry of a tragic hero.”

He has watched over Malleus “ever since he had an eggshell over his head.” An infant Malleus once singed Lilia’s bangs by breathing fire and Lilia was so proud that he raised a glass of tomato juice to him.²

Malleus is the heir to the Valley of Thorns, a descendant of the king “who rules over all creatures of the night,” and his only living relative is his grandmother, the current Queen of the Valley. He spent much of his childhood alone in the castle. He used this time to learn how to play all kinds of stringed instruments. His grandmother is so busy that she shouldn’t even have spare time to write him letters, but every year on his birthday, she sends him one without fail, along with rose seeds from the garden by their castle.³

Long after Malleus had grown up, both he and Lilia took in baby Silver for an unknown reason. Silver thought he was his biological dad when he was little, and continues to refer to him as “Father.” They lived deep in the forest in the Valley of Thorns before coming to NRC. Apparently Silver was very easy to take care of; he would fall right to sleep after eating Lilia’s homemade food.⁴

At one point, Sebek also became one of Lilia’s pupils. He and Silver are the only two from their generation living in the Valley.⁵ When they were little, Lilia would have them undergo training like soldiers, but then he realized he should raise them more like kids, and started making their training more fun. He had them play tag in forests crawling with beasts, hide and seek in vast deserts, and “the floor is lava” in the mountains of needles.⁶

1. Silver Ceremony Robes 2. Lilia PE Uniform PS 3. Malleus Birthday PS 4. Lilia Lab Coat voice lines 5. Sebek School Uniform voice lines 6. Lilia Birthday PS

Sebek

Parents

Older brother

Older sister

Grandfather

Sebek’s mother is a nocturnal faerie and his father is a human who works as a dentist. They met when his mother had an appointment at his clinic. She was immediately charmed and courted him despite her surroundings being against her marrying a human. Now, she works at the clinic as his assistant.¹

Sebek greatly respects his mother and raves about how she’s extremely gifted with magic and has a strong sense of justice. His opinion of his dad, on the other hand, is much different—his dad seems very loving and often showers his children in praises, sweets, and gifts, but it drives Sebek crazy. He doesn’t understand how his mother saw any appeal in him.¹

Since his parents were often busy with their clinic, Sebek spent his childhood running off to visit his grandpa, or fishing and playing in the water with his siblings. Based on the fact that Sebek and Silver were said to be the only ones in their generation living in the Valley,² his siblings are most likely considerably older than him.

All we know about his grandpa is that Malleus also knew him, and mentioned that Sebek shares his hot-blooded temper.³

1. Sebek Birthday PS 2. Sebek School Uniform voice lines 3. Scary Monsters event story

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Last updated: July 27, 2021

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jediknightobiwan · 3 years

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Boba smut, you say?

Could I get some dad bod Boba love post-Mandalorian season 2, if you've finished the new episode? Because our man definitely deserves some love after that shit. I personally headcannon him as being dominant AF, with lots of pet names, and a tendency to be a little rougher. Maybe some post-battle fucking to wind down in Slave I.

Thanks!

OFC We love Dad Bods here I will NOT tolerate Temura hate like at all. We don’t expect women to stay the same all their lives and we shouldn’t expect the same of men.

In talks with @emilykjh we decided that Boba decidedly, is a brat tamer so I’m definitely going along the dominant caregiver route with him.

Also tbh and probably shockingly I haven’t watched the new season all the way through AT ALL it was emotionally too much for me when it started so now I can binge it whenever 😅 I just learn things through gifs cause I don’t mind spoilers! So things may be very Vague when it comes to plot or I’ll just go with what I’ve gathered happens after the last episode. But let’s do some Older Boba stuff yes, everyone who understood the significance of Boba’s appearance better say thank you Mr. Temuera for your service.

Boba Fett x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Caregiver/Little BDSM relationship, Daddy Kink, Age Gap (cmon he’s in his 50’s), slight drool kink, slight degradation, slight choking

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Your ears perk up at the sound of heavy bootsteps on their way and you quickly rush to clean up your little area. Ever since Boba had taken his throne and conquered most of the underworld you and him and Fennec who you adored had made a nice little home for yourselves. What Boba teasingly called your nest was a corner of his throne room that you (and Fennec) had padded and stuffed with pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, one very long and squishy pillow and a very very large cushion you called your tuffet. It was cute little safe space you sat, read and napped in when you wanted a little alone time.

It was usually a kind of organized chaos but lately you had let it get a bit wild and before Boba had left earlier he’d told you to have it cleaned up by the time he was back, and like a true Little who usually forgot orders once they were given and wasn’t reminded you had become distracted with other things. Which is why now you were slightly sweating under your soft robe as you scrambled to set everything in its proper place so he would never know you’d-

The steps had stopped echoing. You suddenly realized besides the slick of fabric between your fingers and your little pants that the room had actually been quiet for a minute or so. You swallowed a little hard but continued your work, spreading out soft blanket on your tuffet and then tucking it underneath. Finally, you smoothed your front and turned with a smile ready for your lover.

“Daddy! You’re home! See I uhm..I did my one chore today!” You were beaming, a little sweat on your brow and your voice was sweet and welcoming. In return Boba tilted his helmeted head at you in such a way that you knew what was he was saying without him needing to voice it.

Really? Did you? Is what that look said and you fidgeted slightly, lower lip jutting out every so softly.

Well-it still counts! Doesn’t it?? Your look said and after another moment of silence you hear a sigh come from him and he finally comes toward you with a gloved hand extended to cup your face.

“I suppose I’ll let it slide today,” he says, thumb gliding over your lower lip as his eyes bore into you from behind the visor. “I’m too tired to properly punish you for waiting until the last second anyway.”

The words were slightly worrying but if something was really wrong he would’ve told you, so you brushed it off and kissed his thumb gently.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you promise, reaching to cup his helmet in your hands and then bringing your foreheads together in a keldabe kiss. He hums deep in his throat, his way of saying that you’d better.

“What can I do tonight? A hot bath? A massage?” You gasped and jumped a little, grinning. “Both??”

Boba chuckles and removes his helmet, the smile still on his handsome scarred face. “How about just a massage pet? My old muscles could use it.”

“Ah you’re not old cyare.”

You giggle at his eyebrow raise and pat his cheeks then push gently on his chest plate to back him into the hallway and towards his bedroom. Once inside the large yet fairly bare room you begin the slow and intimate process of removing his armor for him. It was something you’d been doing for awhile now, ever since you’d settled into your roles. He did so much...it was one sweet thing you could do for him back.

The tension was practically melting out of your love’s shoulders as the beskar came off. Your arms had long since adjusted to the armor’s weight over the months of this sweet ritual and the warmth of Boba’s soft eyes as he watched you easily carry his prized possessions never failed to make you feel like the most important person in the galaxy. Your skin felt fully flushed by the time he was sitting on the bed and you’d removed his boots for him.

“My sweet little Dove...,” Boba murmurs, reaching out his now ungloved hands for your hips and bringing you closer, his face now level with your chest. You smile he nuzzles against your soft skin and hum happily, arms sliding into position around his broad shoulders without a second thought.

Dove. How you loved your pet name from him. You were his sweet thing, his Little, his pure (he insisted you were pure compared to him and you’d given up trying to convince him otherwise) darling treasure. Your soft lips pressed kisses to his head and you murmured, “My Daddy...,” to which you could feel his smile against your skin just stoking flames inside you.

You remained entertwined for awhile longer, both just caressing each other sweetly and basking in the loving bubble you created each time you were together. And then you remembered what you were supposed to be doing and gasped, pulling away to look down at Boba.

“Your massage!”

Boba blinks at you in confusion for a second and then laughs, keeping a tight grip on your hips even as you go to pull away and get the oil. He gently grips your chin -effectively stopping your struggling-and brings your lips to his. You sigh softly into the kiss and simply melt like wax beneath a flame into his arms-apt considering it immediately stoked the soft fire that had begun to burn in your belly the moment you saw him into a good sized blaze.

A whine escapes your lips even as Boba depeens the kiss and pulls you onto his lap fully with your crotches rubbing together sinfully.

“Don’t laugh at me Daddy,” you whine, kissing his broad nose and then going back to his mouth. Your arms slide down around his waist and you squeeze, taking petty pleasure in the way his breath escapes him when you do. “It’s mean!”

Your Caregiver seems to, funnily enough, care, very little about your plight since as you whine he just hums and runs his big hands down to your ass and squeezes none too gently. He grins devilishly as you jump and kisses you again, lingering longer this time and swiping his tongue over your lips before he pulls away.

“So what if it is? You like it when I’m mean Dove baby...you know you can’t lie to me.” Boba jerks you closer to him and ruts his hips upwards against you, causing you to whine loudly as want shoots through your core painfully.

“Yeah baby that’s what I thought....you like it when I’m mean. Big bad mean Daddy...ain’t that right?” The older man swats at your ass when you don’t answer, your brain becoming mushy already from the feel of his body beneath your hands and his impressive cock only growing harder and longer against the apex of your thighs. “I asked you a direct question little Dove. You know I don’t like it when you don’t answer.”

After shaking your head to clear it just a little and your hands balling up his undershirt to hang on for dear life you manage a nod with your mouth open just a tad, unnoticed by you but very noticed by your lover. His eyes drop to your lips and he growls slightly, strong hands kneading at the soft flesh of your ass before he delivers two hard, stinging pops to your backside.

“Speak, cyar’ika, speak when Daddy tells you to.”

Maker you are just gone for him. You swallow the water that had gathered in your mouth at the rough handling and say clearly, full of need that that’s right, Daddy is a big bad man...your big bad man...and you even elaborate on how you love him so for it. Wetting your lips you rock against him as he basks in your obedience and drinking in his soft moan like wine, your lips rubbing against his.

“Let me massage you Daddy...I said I would...cmon. Please? Let me help?” The groan Boba emits tells you that he’s thinking of something else now, something with him on top but before he can open his mouth to give an order your bratty, slightly manipulative side comes out and you use your saccharine please Daddy do this for me or I’ll be oh so sad voice to plead to him.

“Oh please Daddy? Let me make you feel better. You said yourself you’re tired! You need a rest, just a brief one and then...” You untie your robe and let it fall, your whole body bare to him now, causing the erection between you to pulse. Your fingertips graze his throat as you tilt his face up towards yours and bite his lower lip teasingly. “You can massage my insides with that big cock of yours~ How’s that sound?”

Judging by the growl in his throat and chest- Boba likes the idea very much, and you have to fight to keep the smirk off your face. Drawing on some confidence just to tease him more you get off his lap and order him to strip and lay on the soft king sized bed the two of you shared. You could see his brown eyes narrow, debating on whether or not to just grab you and throw you on the bed and mount you like a fucking animal, but when he stood something popped in his shoulder audibly...and he stripped without a word.

The control you had over your face slipped and your grin shined out in full force as your older boyfriend complied to your demands. Really he was just a big softy with as much love to give as he had muscles and cute love handles. While he disrobed you found the bottle of massage oil he’d brought you back from one of his excursions that had multiple uses when came to making things easier, and fluffed the pillow in the middle of the bed that he always used. Your bed was so nice and so soft with lots of room for the two of you and yet Boba always slept in the middle, arms right around you and you near the edge facing the bathroom.

But you didn’t mind, you thought as you watched him lay down on his stomach with his head cradled by the now fluffy pillow and his tan body stretched out of the dark sheets. However he wanted to sleep-even if he sometimes squeezed too hard during a dream-was fine with you, as long as you were together.

‘Not gonna stand around all afternoon lookin’ at my ass are you?” You blinked and focused on Boba who was now smirking at you.

“Pbbbbt,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “No of course not! But if I was, who could blame me? It is a wonderful sight.” You climbed onto the bed as he chuckled. Knowing it would be uncomfortable for him and his still hard cock if you sat on his hips, you opted to sit more on his juicy ass instead. He hummed at the weight of you and relaxed into the pillow.

“Well if you think so it must be true,” he mumbles, “you are almost always right little Dove.”

“I am always right,” you corrected, dribbling the ever warm oil onto his broad back. He purred, and you knew it was because of the oil, but you liked to think it was because of you so you smirked. “That’s what I thought~”

You went to work then on his sore muscles, flexing your own to work the knots out with your skilled hands. Boba let his noises out freely as you worked; grunting, groaning, moaning and even at times whimpering with your palms smoothing over every inch of him you could reach.

The sun had sunk a bit by the time you were done and Boba rolled onto his back so you could finally straddle his hips. The evidence of your arousal from massaging him and his cute little noises was pressed against his balls. Your hands were on his chest and he was smoothing his own up your back slowly, sending shivers up your spine.

“My Dove...,” Boba starts on a soft sigh, his hands pulling down now to your hips to begin a gentle rocking. His cock was hardening again between the two of you and your own arousal was growing each second. “You love such a man like me? Old, a bit chubby, scarred?”

A soft sigh escaped you at the rocking, finally just a little bit of the release you had been craving since his return. You looked deeply, lovingly into Boba’s beautiful eyes. To you he was the most beautiful man in the galaxy, no matter how much he complained about his aching joints or how he was too old for you.

“Oh silly Daddy...” You sighed, taking the bottle of oil one more time and drizzling just a little on his perfect cock before taking it in your hand. His eyes darken as he watches you tilt your hips and line thick head of him up with your hole, his large hands gripping your hips tightly with anticipation. Taking the head of his cock you slap it against your hole before popping it inside and sinking down so slowly you knew his hands were going to leave bruises from gripping you so tight.

Once he was fully seated inside you you rotated your hips and opened your eyes just enough to give him a heady look. “As if I was destined for anyone else...”

You managed a wink before succumbing fully to your want for your lover, the fire he’d been stoking now turning into a raging storm with his thickness stretching you out perfectly. You both reached for each other at the same time and your mouths collided hotly as you bounced on him at an already quick pace. No time to adjust fully, fuck, Maker it just felt so good to be impaled on him again that you were frantic and starving for it. Teeth clashed, fingernails marks were definitely being left in sensitive areas and after just a minute or so you pulled away from the messy kissing to angle yourself better and slam onto Boba.

Your head was thrown back beautifully as you screamed your devotion to him, to his perfect fucking cock that was literally making you drool even while you were split open by it. Boba growled seeing the slick moisture on your lips and he sat up, yanking you close with a strong hand on the back of your neck. His hips met a bounce of yours and you cried out-only to have the noise muffled by a big thumb in your mouth. His other arm was right around you waist, keeping you on him but unmoving.

“That’s my sweet baby...suck on Daddy’s thumb...yeah just like that-fuck.” Even cockdrunk you knew how to work your lover up, sucking on his thumb dutifully and as enthusiastically as you did your favorite appendage of his. You even took his one hand in both your smaller ones to bring the digit further inside and you could swear Boba pulsed so hard inside you you thought he’d finished for a second.

He pushed down on your tongue hard and dragged your jaw with him, and much to your initial chagrin and then immediate arousal, let a long stream of drool pool out and fall where you were connected with him. You moaned at the filth of it and at the complete submissive state you were in. Literally, you were in the palm of Boba Fett’s hand.

Boba groaned and smirked at you, looking at the wet spot and then back at you. “Such a good pet aren’t you? I love it when you get me soaked little one~”

Maker you felt like exploding right then! But he wasn’t done with you, oh no. He pulled his thumb from your obscenely wet mouth, sucked your salvia from it and then rolled, pulling out of you with a wet echoing sound. He easily manhandled you with your hips popped up and grabbed your pillow to bury your face in. He slid back home with no resistance and you moaned freely, your eyes rolling back and your lower lip getting caught between your teeth.

“Mmmmm my sweet little pet...such a good slut for me aren’t you? Always so needy...so ready for Daddy to come home and take care of you...” As he spoke he’d started thrusting into you, gaining in speed. “Fuck...baby, I love you so fucking much, so, fucking, much!”

Now he was straight pummeling you. Your voice was going to be nonexistent when he was through with you if this kept up, your nails digging into your pillow so hard your knuckles were white and you could do nothing but spread your legs wider for him like the slut he’d called you. You were Boba Fett’s personal slut, his little Dove and his soulmate-nothing in the galaxy could be better than this.

As he neared his end he made sure to drag the fat head of his cock along those special spots inside you he knew so well while his mouth bit and sucked on the external spots until your toes curled so tightly he joked that they may never uncurl, the smug bastard. His lips found your neck again in a sweet spot as he bent over you, slamming so deep inside you could taste his precum on your tongue.

“Cum for me baby,” he murmurs, callused thumbs flicking over your nipples before one palm encloses over your throat and squeezes the sides deliciously. “Cum for Daddy little one.”

It was no question, no suggestion, it was a demand. And like the good Little you could be when you wanted, you obeyed. One last scream was ripped from your throat as you were pushed off that ledge into white hot pleasure so perfect it enveloped your whole body. Boba held you as you became tense and then limp, his own release coming not far after yours (not surprising given how hard your insides had been squeezing him) and as always overfilling you in a way you could only describe as obscenely delicious.

“Good job little Dove. I’m so proud.” Came a voice from above and behind you. You knew it was Boba, you knew yet somehow a little voice in your head thought it was the Maker talking to you. Your lips quirked in a little smile as exhausted gasps left your now limp body, only held up by Boba’s hands and his cock that was still pumping cum into you. You felt lips along your neck so lovingly and you sighed contentedly.

“I love you...” you whispered, beginning to fall asleep with him still cradled inside you.

He chuckled softly and kissed the tip of your ear, rubbing your back soothingly before very slowly sliding out of you.

“I love you too baby...go to sleep. I’ve got you.”

It would be hours before you woke, cleaned up and tightly nestled into Boba’s arms as always with the two of you so close it was like you had been born that way. And when you did you squeezed his middle tightly enough for him to softly grunt and then settled back with him, feeling for all the galaxy like you were the luckiest person alive because no one could love you like Boba Fett. And you couldn’t imagine loving anyone else.

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onceuponaloonatic · 3 years

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Can you update the misahyo au?

of course !!

In the nearly twenty years of being with Sana, Jihyo had never come home to her crying. Sure Sana had cried plenty once she was home, and while she wasn’t at home, but never once had Jihyo come home to Sana sobbing. It seemed today was a day of firsts.

After dropping Nayeon off, Jihyo had taken her and Nico home, too far into her head about what Sana had told her to really listen to Nico and engage with her on the ride. Once they got home, Jihyo helped Nico out of her car seat and brought her inside. She helped her with her shoes and then told her she was going to check on Sana and Mina. As awful as it made Jihyo, she just needed to see Sana. She needed to see how her wife was and she needed to hold her. Even if it meant she left Nico by the entry to their house, standing awkwardly by the locked front door. (Jihyo had made sure to check that it was locked the minute she and Nico were inside. Jihyo finds Sana on the couch. She’s curled up in a ball, and a mess of tears. She meets Jihyo’s eyes and Jihyo can feel her heart shattering at the sight of her wife so absolutely destroyed. Sana looked so scared. Jihyo was with her immediately. After a quick check to make sure Sana was okay with a hug, Jihyo wrapped her up so tightly. She didn’t want to let go. She ended up holding Sana. She needed to be here for her. Of course she wished Mina was here too, but right now she could only focus on Sana.

“Mama?” The moment is broken when Jihyo sees Nico standing there staring at the two of them. She looks like she’s about to cry.

“N-Nico.” “What’s wrong with mommy?” Sana sobbed harder at the questions, cuddling closer to Jihyo. “It-it’s nothing baby. Why don’t you go play upstairs? Mommy is just a little sad about… Big kid stuff.” “Mommy okay?” Nico asked, the tears spilling over as she watched Sana fall apart. Jihyo’s heart somehow broke even more at the sight. “Just go upstairs please.” Jihyo knew she was being too harsh, but she couldn’t keep three people from completely falling apart. “Mommy… Mommy okay?” More tears spilled out from both Nico and Sana. Sana shook in Jihyo’s arms while Nico stood in front of her, both on the verge of getting much worse. “Nico- please just go upstairs.” Jihyo sighed.

“No!” Nico screamed, more tears coming out as she started sobbing. “Mommy okay?” “Nico…” Sana muttered from Jihyo's arms. Nico stayed for a few more seconds before running off, and Jihyo made sure to follow her long enough to know she went upstairs. Jihyo sighed as Sana shifted closer to her. She was still shaking in Jihyo’s arms. “Babe can you-go make sure she’s okay?” “I will in a bit but I need to make sure you're okay first.” Sana shifted closer to Jihyo, burying her face into her chest. Her breathing was starting to even out, and Jihyo couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Sana calming down a bit.

“I’m fine.” Sana insisted. “No love you're not, and that’s okay. It’s really scary. And you need to feel that fear and sadness. You are a mom, but you're also a person Sana. Burying your emotions even if it is for Nico isn’t going to be good in the long run. It’s going to hurt you and Nico.” Jihyo started drawing small shapes on Sana’s back, pressing kisses to her head as she thought about what to say. It was scary, for all of them. In Jihyo’s arms, Sana took a few shaky deep breaths, slowly regaining control of her mind. “You’ve been a mom for as long as I have, how are you better at it?” Sana muttered once she was calm. As she came down, she felt exhaustion creep in. “I’m not better at it.” Jihyo muttered between kisses to Sana’s hairline. “I just think we need to be our best for her. And sometimes to be our best we need to take some time for ourselves.” “Look at you, such a good mama. I married the right person.” Sana joked, settling against Jihyo and closing her eyes. “You and Mina.” “Mina….” Jihyo sighed. “I’m-” Jihyo and Sana were both surprised when the doorbell rang. Jihyo felt Sana immediately tense up again, all of the tension returning to her body and her face went from sleepy to scared in seconds. Jihyo took a deep breath, knowing it was probably not Sana’s parents. They had no way of knowing their address. Momo’s mother wouldn’t tell them and it’s not like they had talked to Sana since they got arrested. Even with that knowledge though, she still couldn’t help the tension building up inside her. Jihyo made Sana stay on the couch, and the minute she’s gone Sana is grabbing a throw pillow for comfort. Jihyo had to get on her tip toes to properly see through the peephole and Sana would have laughed at her if she was in a better mood. “It’s just Nayeon and Momo.” Jihyo announced to Sana, seeing her wife relax. She couldn’t blame her, Jihyo felt relief flood her as well as she opened the door. “Hey guys, now’s not a great time so-”

“I know. I’m here for Sana.” Momo looked like a woman on a mission as she interrupted Jihyo. “My mom told me what was going on and to check on her.”

“She’s in the living room.” Jihyo knew Momo could be protective, especially when it came to Sana. They had been friends for so long, and Momo was some of the only biological family Sana had left. She knew Momo was one of the best people for Sana right now. “And I’m here for Nico.” Nayeon announced. “Nico?” Jihyo asked. “I’m guessing you guys upset her.” Nayeon moved inside to take her shoes off and Jihyo closed the door behind her, immediately making sure to lock it. “I-how did you know?” Jihyo asked, genuinely surprised. “We have a special bond.” Jihyo looked at Nayeon accusingly. “Alright alright, Mina texted me she was really upset.” “Mina?” “Apparently she went to Mina after you told her to go upstairs. She told Mina what happened and Mina told me.” Nayeon explained. “I can take Nico if you want to talk to Mina… I know you're trying to give Mina her space, but I think it’s time you guys talk.” “Did Mina say anything to you?” Nayeon sighed and nodded no. “She doesn’t have to. This is one of the longest episodes she had in a while, and it’s affecting all of you. With this stuff with Sana’s parents going on, I think you guys need to sort out what’s going on with Mina like now. It’s hurting all three of you, and it’s hurting Nico. This is one of her first times being around Mina when she’s like this- I’m sure she’s confused and scared and it’s stressing her out. When you add Sana on top of it, god I can only imagine how scary it must be at her age.” Nayeon explained. “Maybe that’s why she was so upset earlier when Sana was crying…” Jihyo thought aloud. “I have a feeling that contributed. I think it’s also pretty disorienting to come home to your mom having a breakdown and your other mom basically telling you to go away. She’s three Hyo, she isn’t exactly capable of completely understanding things like anxiety and depression and breakdowns. You did the right thing sending her upstairs, but I also think you could have handled it a little better.” Nayeon sighed. “But that’s okay. You guys are learning. A big part of parenting is learning. You're going to make some mistakes along the way and Nico’s going to be mad at you or upset for a bit, but as long as you make it right it will all workout.” “Thanks Nayeon Unnie…” Jihyo sighed. Nayeon really was one of the best people in Jihyo’s life. As much as she complained about the older girl, she and Jeongyeon had always been Jihyo;s rocks. “It’s easy to have perspective on stuff like this when you are on the outside. But really as hard as it is, at the end of the day it’s up to you to make the decisions you think are right for Nico.” Nayeon put a comforting hand on Jihyo’s shoulder. “Now, I’ll be upstairs with Nico. You might want to give Momo a minute alone with Sana, you know and I both know Momo knows things about Sana neither of us will ever understand.” Nayeon explained.

“Yeah, you're right, I’ll go check in on Mina… I’m sure she’s rattled.” Jihyo sighed.

“Sure. And Hyo, make sure you don’t take on too much. You tend to do that sometimes.” Nayeon sighed, letting go of Jihyo’s shoulder. Jihyo followed her friend upstairs, Nayeon immediately went to Nico’s room. Her door was open, and in passing Jihyo could see her with her face buried into her giant stuffed bear Sana had insisted on getting for Nico’s third birthday. On a trip to Costco, Nico had seen the giant stuffed bears and absolutely fell in love. Convincing her to let go of the bear was one of the hardest things in the world to do. She had thrown a huge fit and Jihyo had to take her to the car. After a full blown meltdown, she had an asthma attack in the car. After that, Nico seemingly forgot about the bear. When her birthday was coming up, Sana had decided it would be a good gift for her, despite the fact they had already picked out quite a few gifts for their little princess. Nico had nearly died when she saw it on her birthday. She jumped up and down and almost had another asthma attack when she came downstairs and found it in the living room.

“Mina…” Jihyo found her wife in the bed. Mina looked like she was crying, her form shaking under the covers. “Love, it’s me again.” “I’m starting to think you might live here.” Jihyo could’t help but crack a smile at that. At least Mina could still crack a small joke. “Maybe I just really like the girls that live here.” Jihyo responded, moving closer to the bed. “Nayeon’s with her right now. Momo is with Sana.” Jihyo sat on the edge of the bed. She reached a hand towards Mina, but stopped herself midway. “Hey love… You don’t have to talk about it yet, but we- we can’t keep this up. Nico can’t- I can’t- I don’t want to rush you my love but we can’t do this forever. Maybe just, can we talk about making things a little better?” Mina was quiet at that, snuggling closer to the covers. Jihyo hates seeing the tears on her love’s face. “I- Nico told me something was wrong with Sana.” Mina’s voice was hoarse. Jihyo made a mental note to grab her some water later. “Yeah… But it’s- we should talk about you first.” Jihyo sighed. “Please my love… It hurts all of us to see you this way.” “I-I’m sorry.” Mina started sobbing some more. Jihyo hated it. She hated knowing Mina was in so much pain. “No no baby it’s okay. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to feel like this. We just- we love you. And we want to help you feel a little better.” Jihyo muttered, tangling her fingers in Mina’s hair. “You don’t have to be perfect Mina. None of us expect that from you. Me, Sana, Nico, none of us expected you to be perfect. You know that, right?” Mina’s silence was the answer to Jihyo’s question. “Love, none of us expect you to be perfect. You’re already doing so good. We are all so proud of you.” “Nico too?” “Of course. Nico thinks the world of you, but she knows no one is absolutely perfect.” Jihyo muttered. “She loves all of us so much. She loves you so much.” “What about today?” Jihyo gently moved all the hair stuck to Mina’s face away. “You and I both made mistakes today baby. But it’s okay. She’s fine- I should have texted you and warned you she was in a fragile mood. The last few days… Haven’t been ideal for all of us, her included. Nayeon is with her right now. She told me everyone is going to make mistakes and part of parenting is learning. None of us really know what we’re doing… Do we?” “No.” Mina couldn’t help but giggle. Her crying had stopped, and Jihyo was more than relieved to see the small crack in Mina’s face “Exactly. We can make things better, but we both need to put in a little effort, okay?” Jihyo swiped her thumb across Mina’s cheek. “Mm-kay.” “Okay?” “Mm-hum.” Jihyo continued swapping her thumbs across Mina’s cheeks. “I want to see Nico.” “You don’t have to love.” “I want to.” Mina sat up, reaching for one of Jihyo’s hands. Jihyo immediately held it. “Okay.” Jihyo smiled. “Let’s go.” Mina held tightly to Jihyo’s hand as they made the short journey to Nico’s room. Her door was closed, so Jihyo knocked on it. At Nayeon’s “come in” Jihyo slowly opened the door, keeping eye contact with Mina to make sure she was okay. At Mina’s insistence, Jihyo opened the door. “Hello.” Nayeon greeted them. Nico was in Nayeon’s lap, her face buried in Nayeon’s stomach. “Hey Nico, we have some visitors.” She seemed calmer, sleepily cuddling with Nayeon. “Hey sweetheart.” Jihyo led Mina to sit next to Nayeon and their daughter. “I’m sorry about earlier. I know you were worried about Mommy. And that was sweet, but um the thing with mommy, it was adult stuff. I know you want to help and that’s really sweet of you.” “And I’m sorry too baby, I- haven’t been feeling well lately and I shouldn’t have gotten mad. Can you forgive Ka-san?” “Katsu?” Nico looked up from Nayeon, tears still lingering on her cheeks. “You want Katsu?” Mina couldn’t help but giggle. “Uh-hum.” “Alright, you can have all the katsu curry you want.” Nico brightened a little, reaching a hand out from Mina. The two held hands and Mina brought Nico’s hand up to kiss it. “I love you.” “I love you too ka-san.”

#twice #misahyo #myoui mina #minatozaki sana #park jihyo #im nayeon #hirai momo #namo #misahyo au

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cora-vizsla · 3 years

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Cabur Chapter 6

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: Fluff, talk of parents dying, angst, some more fluff, Super fluff?, questions (I can’t be specific or it will give it away), armor, smut, lots of smut, degradation kink?, definitely praise kink, dirty talk, sex, teasing, more dirty talk, finish up with some fluff.

A/N: Hi! Two chapters in two days? Yep. My plan is to get out a chapter or two each weekend when I have time to break from school a bit. This is moving the plot along some more and if smut isn’t your thing, skip the last section. You won’t really miss much other than complete filth. Thank you to everyone who has commented, liked and shared. I appreciate all of you!

The hectic schedule you had expected never happened. You were sure that Paz had talked to the Armorer about your episode. Instead of getting angry with him you were just relieved. It wasn’t something you necessarily wanted to talk about, but you believed him when he said everyone else felt that way at points as well.

Your days were relatively easy. You worked out, sparing with some of the younger warriors. You liked teaching those less experienced than you. It was also nice when they taught you something or asked a question that you hadn’t faced before. Teaching was learning too. When you weren’t sparring or teaching, you watched Paz. He was skilled in everything he did. You recognized his bark and harsh words from being on Dins ship together and it dawned on you he really did just want to help you back then.

As much as you enjoyed working with the younger warriors, your favorite part of training had to do with the smallest ones in the tribe. When you were younger you hated working with the younglings and foundlings but that had quickly changed. There were some very promising warriors within the group that you had brought from the village and it made your heart swell. They were stronger than you ever expected they could be. Thomas had even expressed that he wanted to take the creed when he grew older. It would take time to see if that is what he wanted truly but either way he felt like he belonged.

Once training and play training was over, Paz often went to meetings with the elders about security and hunting trips. He had yet to actually leave on a trip, but he was skilled at figuring out where to send people. You wondered if him staying behind was due to you or the fact that he was now one of the eldest warriors. Either way you liked being able to fall asleep next to him every night.

Your time was much more open. You had been gone away for a while and even before that you were new. It was an adjustment period for you being back and being around others who actually knew you. It became overwhelming at times, but no one was upset when you would need to get up and leave the room or excuse yourself from a group too large. You knew that if you had been exposed more to environments like this and less of what your biur had shown you, you would have come back after your helmet was removed. You didn’t regret it, but you saw things so much clearer.

When you walked up to the nursery, Lahta was already waiting for you with an excited smile. You opened your arms allowing her to run and jump up for you to catch her. You nodded at the caretaker who chuckled at the girl’s attachment to you. You were asked daily when you would be speaking the adoption vows to her, but the right time just hadn’t happened yet.

“You’re early today! I woke up. Then we ate. Then I waited and waited for you!”

“You didn’t play with the others?”

“No! They all just want to be warriors like Paz.”

“You don’t?”

“No.”

“What do you want to be?”

“There was a woman who came in and poked all of us and listened to our chests. She was nice and wore a helmet like you.”

“The medic?”

“Yes! I want to be like her. I want to help people. Everyone else can go out and fight the bad guys and I’ll stay here and help people if they’re hurt or don’t feel good.”

“I can speak with her and see if you can shadow her every now and then. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes! I can help her just like everyone else helps! You think she would like me?”

“I think it would be impossible not to like you, ad’ika.”

The girl squealed and hugged onto you tighter. You walked by the kitchen and the bag you had requested was sitting by the door. You slung it over your shoulder and continued walking until you walked outside into the sunlight. Your new home was much nicer and safer than Navarro had been, thankfully. You set Lahta down and she ran out into the grass laughing.

“Cabur! It’s so pretty outside!”

You pointed over to a few trees and she ran over, waiting for you. Once you made your way over you set the bag down and sat down, leaning against a tree. You pulled out snacks and fresh fruit.

“Cabur! I love fruit!”

“I know you do, sweetheart. That’s why I asked the kitchen to set some aside for you.”

“Wow. You’re the best! My mama used to get me fresh fruit all the time.”

“You don’t talk about her much.”

She shifted uncomfortably while she popped a few pieces in her mouth. She chewed, thinking, and finally swallowed the mouthful when she was ready to answer.

“I don’t want to upset you.”

“Upset me? Sarad’ika why would I be upset?”

“Because I see how upset you get when Thomas says something about the village.”

“How do you see that if you can’t see my face.”

She sat up straighter and didn’t move. Her back was straight, and she was looking straight ahead with her hands in fists on her legs. After a few moments she slumped back down and started digging through the fruit.

“You get stiff like that. They’re all dumb and don’t know you like I do. I know what you’re feeling though.”

“I see.”

You watched her dig through the fruit until she glanced up at you. She offered you the bowl, but you shook your head, thanking her for the offer.

“I never see you eat, Cabur.”

“I eat around Paz.”

“You take your helmet off with him?”

“Yes. He is my riduur.”

“So like.. your husband?”

You nodded again and Lahta hummed.

“Is he the only one you can take it off in front of?”

“Any children I may have.”

“Oh. Your babies will be lucky to be able to see your face.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I bet, you’re beautiful. That’s what Paz calls you right? Me-shuh-luh?”

You chuckled and nodded.

“Mesh’la. Yes. That means beautiful.”

“Well, he is smart sometimes and if he says you’re beautiful then you must be. When you have babies, they will be beautiful like you.”

“Mandalorians adopt children too, you know.”

Lahta looked at you and sat up. You saw excitement and what you thought was longing come across her face. Her body slumped back down quickly, and she made herself busy with the bowl again.

“Talk to me, sarad’ika. What are you thinking of?”

“I m-miss my mama. She was beautiful too. She was strong and always knew the right answer for everything. She was a lot like you.”

Her voice was small, and it broke your heart to see her so sad.

“Do you not talk about her because you’re afraid I’ll be upset you miss her?”

She nodded meekly.

“Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.”

“What does that mean?”

“I am still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.”

She sat in silent for a few moments before looking back up at you.

“So, even though they are gone if I think about them, they are real?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Right here.”

You reached over and poked her gently in the chest. She giggled and finally smiled.

“You will never hurt me by remembering your family. You are honoring them. I am honored that you have compared me to such a strong and important woman to you.”

“She would have liked you a lot. She would have been happy you brought me here.”

“I’ll always make sure that you are safe, sweetheart.”

She smiled at you fully and stuffed more fruit in her mouth. You decided at that moment that you would ask for her permission to adopt her. Your biur had not been as loving as you wish they had been, but that shouldn’t stop you from loving Lahta. She had seen so much suffering and pain in her short life. If you could give her just a bit of happiness then you would.

“Lahta, I have a ceremony that I must go to tonight. Would you like to go with me as my guest?”

---

You stood in the middle of the room trying to stay still. You were nervous but in a good way. Paz stood towering in front of you like normal. Lahta was sitting to your left letting her legs swing while she watched. The armorer was laying out your new armor with Paz’s signet on the shoulder pieces and chest.

“Little one, do you know what we are doing today?”

The Armorer asked Lahta with no malice. The girl chirped back a no and continued swinging her legs.

“Today is a very important day. Today Clan Vizla grows larger formally and a warrior is gaining her signet. It is a very big deal for a warrior to earn new armor and become part of such a historied clan.”

“Wow! I’m so lucky to be here.”

You looked up at Paz and knew he was smiling back at you. He started pulling your chest armor off gently, handing it over to the Armorer as it was unattached. He slowly moved to each piece and took them off. Once everything but your helmet was laid out next to the new armor, he started placing all the new pieces.

Your new armor was heavier. It didn’t bother you, but it was much better fitting which shouldn’t have surprised you. The armor you had been wearing had been passed down to you. Paz paused when he held the first piece with his signet on it and placed his hand over it once it was attached to you.

Having your armor replaced by your riduur was one of the most intimate things you had done. He placed each piece on you with absolute care. When he knelt down in front of you to place your leg pieces you gently placed your hand on the top of his helmet. It was an honor for a warrior to kneel in front of their love, let alone placing new armor on them.

“Little one, you must move behind her back now so you cannot see her face. Come stand with me.”

She jumped out of her seat and stood directly behind you quietly. Paz reached up and pulled your helmet off you gently, moving to set it next to your new one. You stayed facing forward and you heard Lahta whispering to the Armorer about your hair. You smiled up at Paz as he stood in front of you with your new very bright helmet. You placed your hands over his as he slid it onto you, pressing his forehead to yours once it was on fully.

“You look beautiful, cyare.”

“Thank you for placing my armor, ner riduur.”

You turned to Lahta and she clapped and squealed again at your armor. She walked over and you dropped to a knee so she could touch it. She ran her hand over the signet on your chest and smiled.

“You’re so bright now!”

“I am.”

“I can see my reflection! Wow. Thank you for letting me be here. I wouldn’t even recognize you!”

You laughed and felt Paz move over to your old helmet. He came behind you and knelt next to you, holding the helmet loosely.

“Lahta, there is a reason I asked you to come with me.”

“There is?”

You nodded and Paz held out the helmet to her. She took it tentatively in her hands and turned it, so she was looking at the visor.

“We want you to have it.”

“Me!?”

You chuckled at the shock on her face and nodded again.

“You do not need to wear it. That will always be your choice to make. However, we would like you to be the newest member of Clan Vizla.”

“Clan Vizla.. like.. your..”

Paz put his fingers under her chin, so she looked up at him.

“We would like to be your biur, if you would allow us to be. You would forever be our family.”

“What if.. what if I don’t want to wear a helmet?”

“You would still be one of us. Your decision to take the creed or not does not change our love and care for you.”

She stayed silent as she looked back down at your old helmet.

“It is your decision to make, sweetheart.”

She clutched the helmet to her chest as much as she could. You saw that she had tears in her eyes as you tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Can.. can I call you mama?”

She looked at you through her wet lashes and you nodded.

“If that’s what you wish.”

She looked over a Paz, a little surer of herself.

“Can I call you papa?”

He rumbled out a laugh and nodded.

“Of course, sarad’ika.”

She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded.

“I think.. I would like that very much.”

You reached out for her and pulled her closer so you could place your forehead against hers. She giggled at the motions and hugged the helmet closer to her chest.

“Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad.”

“What does that mean?”

“I know your name as my child.”

Her face lit up and Paz moved so he could do the same.

“Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad.”

“Kih Vizla. Please come here.”

She looked over at the Armorer and walked over, still clutching the helmet to her chest. The Armorer slipped a necklace over her chest and set the Vizla signet on her chest gently.

“You will now and forever be known as Lahta Vizla to our tribe. You are family to your biur and everyone else alike. You will honor us just as we honor you.”

“T-thank you.”

The Armorer then walked out of the room, holding your old armor in her arms. Lahta walked back over and stood in front of you and Paz, trying to hide a smile.

“Let’s go back to our home.”

“Our home?”

“Yes, sarad’ika. Our home.”

---

You let Lahta wander around checking things out while you made up a bed for her. You had let her know she was welcome at any point but if there were any times, she wanted to sleep in the nursery that was okay too. You didn’t want her pressured either way nor did you want her to be separated all the time from the other kids. Eventually you both would be out on missions and she needed to feel like everyone was her family.

“Mama?”

It took you a few moments to realize she was speaking to you, but you turned around to see her standing in the middle of the room. You walked over and sat down in front of her, making sure you were at a comfortable level with her.

“Will you and papa need to leave?”

“Sometimes, yes. We’re both warriors. Eventually there will be missions and hunting trips that we need to go on.”

“And I’ll stay here?”

“Yes. Ad’ike stay here until they are of age to start going on hunts.”

“And you’ll.. you’ll come back?”

You pulled her onto your lap and wrapped your arms around her.

“Of course. No matter how far we may go we will always come back to you.”

She snuggled into you and kept tracing the different pieces of beskar.

“I think I want armor when I’m older.”

“You have plenty of time to figure that out.”

She moved her hand up to the bottom of your helmet and stopped. She gently touched your cowl and pulled it, laughing when there was skin.

“I’ve been telling you for cycles, I’m not a droid.”

She laughed and looked up at you. You could see she wanted to ask you about your helmet and you suddenly felt nervous. Taking it off in front of Paz was stressful enough and he had already seen your face. It was a huge show of trust but Lahta was trusting you too. You saw Paz standing at the door with his arms crossed watching you. With a steadying breath, you pulled your helmet off and looked down at Lahta.

Her small hands tentatively touched your cheek and you shut your eyes. You were used to Paz’s rough hands, not the delicate hands of a child. She ran her fingers across your cheeks, you nose and eyebrows. You smiled when she giggled and opened your eyes back up.

“I was right. You are beautiful.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you for letting me see you. I wondered what you look like since you showed up.”

She reached up and played with your hair as Paz came over, sitting next to you. He pulled his helmet off and set it next to yours. Lahta’s eyes widened as she looked at him. She moved over to him and touched his face gently just like she had yours. She smiled and leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his. Paz smiled fully.

Seeing the two of them connected pieced together something in your heart. You had been so afraid to welcome her into the family you had built with Paz, but she was the missing piece. You had never felt so much at home until you had the two in front of you.

---

The moment Lahta had fallen asleep in her room, Paz basically dragged you into your shared room. He had shut the door and locked it now that you weren’t alone before practically ripping your new armor off. Once he had you down to absolutely nothing, he started worshiping your body. You swore that he kissed every inch of your skin before finally kissing your mouth.

He lifted you easily to move you onto the bed more. You watched him remove his own armor much quicker and less gently than he had always removed yours. You noticed it often how careful he was with you and reckless with himself.

He quickly moved so he was towering over you, caging you in with his arms. He looked down at you, devouring you with his eyes before pressing his lips against yours. You both groaned when you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“How are you already so fucking wet for me, mesh’la.”

“Always ready for you, Paz.”

He groaned again when he lined himself up and pushed himself inside. You gasped at the intrusion, used to him working you up much more before finally taking you. You couldn’t find it in you to complain. The passion swirling between both of you was intoxicating and that was exactly what you needed. What you both needed.

“Seeing you in your new armor. Wearing my signet. F-fuck.”

You ran your hands down his back, gently scraping your nails against his skin. Paz snaked an arm under your lower back and started pounding into you harder. You cried out, slapping your own hand over your mouth.

“Shh, cyare.”

He looked down at you and smirked, grinding himself into you.

“Oh! Paz, stop it! Y-you’re t-trying to-“

You moaned out as he hit a particularly deep part inside of you. He chuckled when he put his hand over your mouth, helping you stay quiet but doing nothing else to slow down how hard he was pounding himself into you.

“Quiet, cyare. You’re going to have to learn how to take my cock and stay quiet.”

You whimpered as he pushed you further towards your climax.

“Such dirty sounds you make being split open by my cock. You like that don’t you? You like making all these filthy sounds as I pound you into the bed.”

You nodded against his hand and whimpered, unable to form a coherent sentence. You were starting to clench around him which made him growl and increase his thrusts.

“So good for me. Such a good girl. You take my cock so well. Fuck you were made for me. You were made to be under me. Cum for me, cyare. Let me feel how much you love me.”

You cried out and he tightened his hand around your mouth. He continued slamming into you while the waves washed over you. You whimpered when he abruptly pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. He swiftly slammed himself back into you and pulled you, so your back was pressed against his chest.

“Did you think I was done with you?”

You nodded with your head tilted back to rest on his shoulder. He chuckled darkly as he started to thrust up into you.

“Not even close. By the time I’m done you aren’t going to be able to walk, cyare.”

One hand shot up to your mouth to muffle you while the other wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him. He was fucking you so hard that all you could do was cling onto him. The room was filled with the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and your muffled cries.

“So small in my arms. Look how easily your body molds to mine.”

When your body started to tighten up again, he growled and bit down onto your neck. You sobbed as you came undone. He murmured your name against your skin when he tightened his arm around your waist. He slowed down, languidly thrusting into you as you whimpered. You felt boneless but could still feel how incredibly hard he was inside of you.

“Fuck you’re soaked. You okay?”

“Y-yeah. I’m okay. I’m t-tough remember?”

You let out a breathless laugh and felt him smirk against your skin.

“Well, if you can still be a brat then I obviously haven’t fucked you hard enough.”

“Yeah I guess you ha-“

He cut you off by abruptly slamming himself into you.

“Keep yourself quiet. Can you do that for me, princess? Can you control yourself?”

You nodded and bit down on your lip. He snaked his now free hand down to rub small circles over your throbbing clit. You turned your face to bury it into his neck as he dragged out another climax. You felt tears start to sting your eyes as he continued to rub you even though you felt overstimulated and completely wrecked.

“P-paz. Paz please. Please.”

“Please what, princess? Tell me what you need.”

You stifled a sob as he worked you towards another orgasm. He was still slamming himself inside of you and everything felt like too much.

“Tell me how much you love my cock, mesh’la. Tell me how much you love when I split you open.”

“F-fuck. I l-love you f-fucking me. I l-love when your c-cock is d-deep inside of me.”

He growled and sped up his movements. You hiccupped out a sob and felt yourself getting so close to release and prayed to everything that he was too.

“I-I love it when you c-cum in me. P-paz p-please. P-please I’m yours. I’m a-all yours.”

Paz growled loudly and bit down on your shoulder, pushing you directly over the edge you had been on. When you clamped down on him, he finally spilled inside of you, stilling deep inside of you. Your legs were shaking as he held you close to him.

“Fuck you are so perfect. I’m the luckiest man in the galaxy.”

When you couldn’t find the energy to respond to him, he slipped out of you and gently laid you down on the bed. You focused on catching your breath as your body continued to shake and spasm from all the attention you had received. You felt Paz lay next to you and gently run his hands up and down your back.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No. No my love, I’m okay.”

“You would tell me, right?”

You turned your head to look at him and gave him a sleepy smile.

“Of course, Paz. I trust you and that means I trust you would stop if I needed you to.”

“Good. I don’t ever want you to feel unsafe with me.”

He pulled your spent body closer to him and peppered kisses across any bit of skin he could get to.

“You’re so beautiful, cyare. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I love you. Stars I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Thank you for saving me instead of letting me die.”

He chuckled and kissed your temple.

“It’s me who should be thanking you. You saved me in ways that I’m not even sure I completely understand.”

You hummed in contentment and nestled into his warmth.

“Let’s spend forever figuring it out together.”

He chuckled deep in his chest.

“Deal. First, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I don’t think I can walk.”

He laughed and scooped you up after wrapping a towel around his waist. He carried you quickly into the refresher and set you down on your feet.

“Good thing you have a strong riduur that can carry you when you need it.”

“If my riduur wasn’t so damn strong I wouldn’t need to be carried.”

He laughed fully and pulled you in for a kiss.

“The moment you give me a legitimate complaint is the moment I’ll take it easy on you.”

You giggled and smiled at him.

“Deal.”

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chwepen · 3 years

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stacy’s mom ↦ hvc

♢ genre: fluff, bits of angst and crack(?) ♢ word count: 4k ♢ summary: it may sound crazy, but you have good reason to believe your best friend may have a crush on your mom.

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The first inkling of suspicion began with a bouquet of flowers.

Driving home, you had expected your mother to be in her rose garden by the time you arrived. She often spent the afternoons tending to the flowers in the backyard. Whether it was clipping leaves from the stems or simply soaking in the summer sun, she enjoyed her hobby. Likewise, you liked that she had something to take comfort in while your father was at the office until the late afternoon and you and your younger brother were off with friends or in class.

What you didn’t expect was Hansol’s car to be parked in the driveway. You could recognize his beat-up Volkswagen anywhere, never mind by the house where it was stationed countless times before today. He had morning classes before yours, so it was common you’d come home to find his car parked on the grass near the street and him inside with his feet up on the family couch, headphones in and head bopping back and forth. However, this time, that wasn’t the case. You checked the garage and kitchen, but neither his bag, his headphones, nor the man himself were anywhere to be found.

Fed up with the busy day you had, you walked through the living room and towards the glass door leading out to the yard. You stopped dead in your tracks though once you saw your friend and your mother in deep conversation. Your mother was in her usual gardening gear: a blue gingham apron tied to her waist and her old visor sitting atop her head. Hansol was wearing a Metal Gear Solid t-shirt and cargo shorts, not a speck of dirt on him compared to your mother who had soil-stained hands.

With your palm still on the door handle, your eyes darted to the bouquet of flowers in Hansol’s, wondering if you had to blink twice to see the scene in front of you clearer.

“Hansol, I can’t believe it,” your mother spoke, eyes alight. Her words were breathless but loud enough for you to hear through the door.

“I know. It took me long enough right?” Hansol laughed. His smile was usually bright, brighter than it should’ve been allowed to be, but his voice was shaking and the curves of his body fidgeting in a way you had never seen before.

A blush sprang up on both of their cheeks, and you felt bile in the back of your throat. Your whole life, the only man capable of making your mother blush was your father, whether by making an inside joke or kissing her without warning.

She took the flowers from him, inspecting each one with only the knowledge of someone with a green thumb. The entire time, she beamed. “They’re perfect.”

“I know it’s sudden—“

“You don’t have to explain it to me. I understand.” She placed her hand on his forearm, squeezing it with either motherly reassurance or something else entirely. “Don’t worry, honey. Our secret’s safe with me.” Your mom winked.

You backed away, tiptoeing until you made it to the stairs and ran up to your room. More than a dozen questions ran through your head once you sat down on your bed. Why was he giving Mom flowers? Why were they acting so weird about it? Where did he even find flowers? How did he pay for them? He just got fired from Prince’s Pretzels.

The thoughts swam on, circling and burrowing in your mind. Then, a theory broke through and made you freeze in your spot. He has a crush on her?

No fucking way.

Hansol never gave you a reason to suspect such a thing. He didn’t joke with Seungkwan or Doyoung about it, at least not to your knowledge. Of course, he never would tell you if he did, but you were certain he respected you and your family more than enough not to.

Still, you knew he had dated some junior cheerleader his freshman year of high school. Guys were known for finding older women attractive, but could that mean that attraction, particularly Hansol’s, could extend to your mother?

“That’s ridiculous,” you whispered out loud to yourself, pushing the speculation out of your mind to stop yourself from feeling nauseous. There was no way on the planet one of your best friends would be into your mom. And even if he did, he definitely wouldn’t act out on those feelings and expect you to be okay with it, right?

Your door opened out of nowhere. Before whoever was on the other side suspected you were acting abnormal, you grabbed the novel on your nightstand and flipped it open to a random page. You pretended to read as Hansol strolled in with a bag of chips in his hand and no bouquet in sight.

“I didn’t realize you were back. Did Professor Lee let you out that early,” Hansol asked, hopping into bed next to you. He reached his hand into the bag of chips, putting a good amount of them into his mouth. You set your book down in disbelief, the guy outside shaking like a leaf so foreign compared to your best friend stuffing his face next to you. How could he be so nonchalant?

“Y-Yeah,” you stammered, “Lee’s kid had some sort of issue at daycare so he ran out half an hour before we could do lab-work.”

“Sweet. Time for Hulu.“ He turned to you, his face looking at yours with a tinge of confusion. “Are you alright?”

Besides the fact that I think you’re into my mom?

“Yeah, everything’s great.” You stuck your own hand into the bag, feigning a smile as you popped a chip in your mouth. He smiled back at you with joy, believing your guise, and grabbed the TV remote. His shoulder brushed yours as he reached over, and you felt the static of his shirt cling to your sweater. Something akin to a spark lit inside of your chest, but before you could ruminate on it further, you stamped it out.

Hansol flickered through the show and film previews with blissful ignorance of how unsettled you were by what you knew and what feelings it brought to the surface.

You couldn’t help but speculate more after Sunday dinner, three days after the bouquet episode.

Hansol and Joshua in tow, they had spent a good portion of the night discussing FIFA and current music releases with your brother. He was only a few years younger than you and your friends, but he got along with them so well it was like you rarely needed to be there for them to hang out. Your parents had been deep in their own conversations all night, mostly about your father’s new business lead and your mother’s visit to see her sister on Friday.

They had touched hands throughout, happy to be in each other’s presence when they didn’t have time during the week. You could tell on your mom’s face. And Hansol looked like he always did—ridiculously chipper and goofy. There was no way two individuals would ruin such happy lives for some irrational and pointless affair.

Once you had cleared the table, you strolled over to your mother at the kitchen sink, eager to help her. “You don’t need to do this, I got it.” Your mom shooed you off. She loved doing chores on her own for some ungodly reason, but you tried all the time to be included to ease the burden. Your father, brother, and the guys all wandered off, and you wanted to help even if your mother didn’t ask for it.

“Can you let me help you just this once,” you replied, a pout on your lips.

“How about this? Go grab your brother’s hamper from his room. That way after I wash his clothes he’ll actually have something to wear to school on Monday.”

You laughed and kissed your mom on the cheek before walking away. Your brother’s bedroom was right across from yours upstairs, so you took the usual trek to pester him and complete your mother’s request all at once.

A step away from the door, you could make out the rumbling sounds of a video game and your brother’s voice. “Dude, are you sure about this? I mean, I know it’s how you feel, but is it worth fucking things up?”

Your eyes widened.

“He wouldn’t be asking you if it wasn’t, dumbass,” Joshua chimed in. The night’s dinner almost made its way back up your throat, knowing the “he” in question was neither your brother nor Joshua. “But he’s got a point, Han. You’ve had more than enough time to spit it out.”

Finally, you heard Hansol speak up. “I know, okay? It seems like the worst timing, but I really care about her. I may even— Look, I know I should consider all the complicated shit in the middle. But I have to give it a shot.”

“Well, I can’t stop you, man. Just do it before you chicken out,” your brother responded.

You can stop him, you fucking idiot.

You stepped into the room, and the boys were surprised to see you there as though you had entered private territory. “What are you guys chatting about,” you asked outright, fed up with speculating.

“None of your business,” your brother replied, never looking away from the television.

“Don’t forget who helped change your diapers, asshole.”

“It was nothing, honestly,” Hansol interrupted, flinging the controller at Joshua. “Take my place. I was dying out there, anyway.”

Hansol looked at you with his typical warmth and concern, but that fresh, foreign spark rose up inside of you. This week had been an amalgamation of oddities. Why did now have to be the time for your feelings to be so tangled up? Especially when he looked at you the way he did so easily without noticing its effect on you?

Or could it be that you finally noticed it and that newfound clarity scared the shit out of you?

“What’d you need,” he asked.

“I was grabbing the asshole’s hamper. Mom asked for it.” Your brother stuck his tongue out at you in response, and you kindly sent the same expression his way with the addition of your middle finger.

Hansol laughed. “I can help.” He took it from your hands and made his way to the door. When you didn’t move, he turned his head and smiled. “You coming?”

With a nod, you remained silent as you both exited your brother’s bedroom.

You hated that you were questioning the simple act of him helping you do an uncomplicated task for your mother. You hated how Hansol seemed unbothered by what he had been hiding from you, all while you both walked down the stairs and handed over the hamper to your mother, the two none the wiser to the fact that you were questioning them. You hated a lot of things in the moment, the biggest one being the jumble of questions in your brain that got bigger with every suspicious moment you caught Hansol in. And when the night came to a close, you knew all the aching feelings inside of you weren’t going away until you got to the bottom of the situation.

“You can’t be serious!” Rin cackled, almost doubling over and running into a random stranger. The mall was quiet on a Monday at 12 o’clock, a few mall-crawlers and the occasional mom-with-a-stroller passing the both of you. Professor Lee had to run out for another parental emergency, so you appreciated the free impromptu day off from class. It allowed for you to deal with your issues head-on, especially with the advice of a friend. Typically, you would run to Hansol with a problem this big, but seeing as he was part of the problem itself, it hurt even more that you couldn’t confide in him.

Abnormal was the only word to describe how it felt dodging his phone calls and text messages, only replying once or twice in the past few days. You gave him enough so he wouldn’t notice anything weird but without any of the typical humor you both exchanged. How could you tell your best friend that you were thinking such things about him, only made worse by the feelings budding underneath the surface of those thoughts?

“You sound like a goddamn crazy person,” Rin said. Her bags bounced off of her hips as she walked, but she didn’t notice. She just looked at you like a you were the funniest and most insane woman on the planet. To her credit, you didn’t blame her.

“I know, okay,” you whined, “I know it sounds nuts, but you haven’t seen what I’ve seen this past week and a half. He’s been so weird around me, and then when I see him and her together…” You blanched, horrified that you made your mother sound like the other woman in this fucked-up equation. “Anyway, I just needed to ask you what you would do in this kind of situation.”

Rin scoffed. “Well, I would first not expect my best friend to want to bang my mom, that’s for sure.”

“What the fuck, Rin?”

“Okay, too far,” She admitted with a smile. “What I mean is you have to think about how realistic you’re being here. Like come on, don’t you think he would’ve shown some signs a lot earlier if he was really into your mom? I know we’re not teenagers anymore, but Hansol has never been the type to hide his feelings.”

“I get it, okay Rin? But how do you rationalize any guy your age and—“ You stopped yourself when you noticed Rin’s smile fade slowly, eyes alight with surprise and confusion until they widened completely. “What?”

You turned in the direction of her gaze. The sight of your mother and your best friend walking towards a jewelry store was one that stung to the bone. Your mother dragged Hansol to the entrance. His eyes were skeptical but the two of them shared knowing, humorous glances. They vanished into the store hand in hand. You felt the pit you had been making a home for in your stomach for the past week expand like a balloon. The weight of it became so heavy you couldn’t feel anything besides it, its mass too agonizing to bear any more today.

“I gotta go home,” you croaked, turning back in the direction of the main entrance.

“Hey, wait a second! Maybe it’s not what you—“ Rin tried to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder but you brushed her off.

“Rin, I just need to go home.”

The house was still vacant by the time you arrived home. You sank into the living room couch, clutching onto a frilly throw pillow for support. Not only was the predicament getting ridiculous, but so unnecessarily painful. If they could just prove your suspicions either wrong or right, you could move on and forget the whole thing ever happened.

After another twenty minutes of contemplating, the front door opened. Your mother had no shopping bag in her hand or any outward evidence she had been at the mall, only her satchel strapped across her chest and a Lowe’s bag filled with what you assumed was more flower seeds. “Hey kiddo. Didn’t think you’d be home so early! Was class rescheduled again,” Your mother asked.

The carefree tone of her voice spiked a nerve, and before you could contain yourself, you said, “Why do you care? Worried I’ll find out something you don’t want me to?”

Your mother’s face contorted into surprised confusion with a twinge of hurt in her eyes. How could she pretend for this long with this much effort?

“Forget it, I’m going upstairs,” you said before she could respond. Your shoulder almost knocked into hers as you passed her to make it to your room. You were grateful you didn’t get closer, otherwise you would’ve broken down or screamed and it would’ve made it worse. All you wanted to do was lay down and forget for a minute.

The pillow was soft under your head as you tossed and turned, your desire to take a nap outweighed by your stubbornness to know what was going on. After a minute of struggling under the covers, you pressed your back flat against the mattress and splayed out like a starfish, listening to the cars pass on your street and eyes boring into the popcorn ceiling.

I can’t do this anymore.

With a deep sigh, you promised yourself the next time you saw Hansol, you would ask him to tell you the truth. And whatever the truth was, you would be grateful for the burden being lifted off of your shoulders, even if it hurt.

One dull Psychology lesson later, Wednesday was shaping up to be one of the better days of the last two weeks. You had spent all of yesterday hanging out with Rin and your mother, Rin biting her tongue for a majority of the time and your mother showing you the newest garden catalog she got in the mail.

You had been taken aback by the fact your mother so easily forgot your outburst the day prior, but you were grateful to pretend for one day that things weren’t in silent disarray. Maybe you could fake it too for a little longer, just until the next time you saw Hansol and then everything would be out in the open, and that was what you were afraid of most.

Arriving home, you mother and father were in the kitchen, the aroma of pasta and garlic bread wafting into the hallway for you to smell immediately as you closed the door.

“Hey! Good to see you before five, stranger.” Your dad was wearing his “Kiss the Cook” apron that your mother bought for him a Christmas ago, even though she was the best cook of the two of them.

“What are you doing home so early,” you asked, beaming.

“I closed another account with one of the firm’s head honchos, so they gave me the rest of the week off as a thank-you,” he responded.

“And thank you, indeed.” Your mom winked, mixing the sauce and pasta shells together. “Since this is the last time I can think of that your dad has had time away, we’re going to stay in the city for a few days to celebrate.”

“Perfect time too. Your mother’s been raving about that botanical showcase for a month now.”

“You remembered!” Your mother grinned.

“Of course. How could I forget,” your dad asked, coming up behind her and giving her a kiss on the back of the head.

What. The. Fuck?

Did you imagine the past few days in your mind? It couldn’t be that easy for things to go back to normal.

“Honey, I forgot to bring in my gardening gloves. Can you get them for me,” your mother asked you with a smile.

“Sure, no problem,” you replied. Dropping your bag near the kitchen island, you walked towards the glass patio door that led to the backyard. Maybe things were that simple and it could be like the worry and hurt had never existed. It was all in your head, you assured yourself.

Then, surprisingly, you came face to face with Hansol in the backyard, a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

He was wearing his favorite plaid blue button-up with a wife-beater peeking out underneath, a pair of denim jeans to match. The flowers were identical to the ones you had seen Hansol give your mother a week ago. The most you had ever seen Hansol style his hair was by putting a thick comb through it, but it was obvious he primped himself up.

Your chest sank, perplexed as to why he was at your house and if this had to do with what had been going on recently. Despite the realization you couldn’t shrug off those events, you were happy to finally be alone with him after what felt like eons ago.

What were you doing with my mom?

Why is everything so confusing?

Do you know that I’ve missed you?

“Hey loser,” you replied, knowing what came out didn’t convey everything that was on your mind. And while you tried to sound lighthearted, the words were flat as they left your lips. Nevertheless, Hansol replied with his boyish smile.

He stepped closer to you, but you held a hand up to stop him. “Before you say whatever you’re about to say to me, I need to say something first,” you interrupted him, feeling a sudden cord around your throat.

“I know what’s been going on… between you and my mom.” Tears welled in the back of your throat as Hansol looked at you with a gaped mouth and wide eyes, speechless. “And I may not understand it, but I do know my mom is an amazing person and it’s not crazy to imagine she was a catch in her day, weird as that sounds,” you said, holding back a flinch.

“That being said,” you continued, “you’re my best friend, Han. And I—“ No matter how hard you tried to or how many times you had said those three words to him in the past, they struck differently now. The realization had been there for awhile, planted somewhere down the line and in the smallest of ways, but it had grown and sprouted like the flowers in his hands until you couldn’t hide it anymore. But now because of this predicament, you wondered if you would ever be able to say you loved him the way you yearned to.

“—I just want you to be happy,” you whispered, tears falling slowly down your face. “And while this may make you happy, I don’t know if I can accept it, and if that means that we can’t be friends anymore, then—“

As quickly as you had said the words, Hansol dropped the bouquet of flowers and strode forward, pressing his palms to either side of your face and kissing you hard.

You stood there for a moment, stunned it was happening and instantly, extremely shaken by how wrong all of the signs had been. “Idiot” was too easy of a word to describe how you felt and how you had been acting, coming to such a ludicrous conclusion before you had all the facts in front of you. But it didn’t completely explain what Hansol had been doing all those times you caught him in less-than-stellar acts. The answers could wait until later, though.

Shifting your focus back on your best friend, you kissed Hansol back and grabbed onto the front of his white tank peaking out of his plaid blue shirt. You both stood there clung tight to one another until you heard a whistle come from the window that looked into the kitchen. “I know you’re in love and all but quit making out, you two. You’re still my daughter,” Your dad yelled.

You both separated immediately, tiny but meaningful blushes on both of your faces.

“Why now,” you asked.

Hansol shrugged, breathless. “I don’t know, I just— I just remember walking to the cafe one morning and wanting to show these new lyrics I had written the night before. And then when I was waiting in line I wanted to buy you a cold brew because I know without one before your morning World Lit class you go ballistic,” he said, a laugh erupting from both of your throats. Your eyes became watery again as he spoke. “I woke up wanting to do a lot of things with you, and for you, and I guess I knew after I realized that that I wanted nothing more than to just be with you, whether you wanted that too or not.”

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug when he finished his speech, thinking about how ridiculous he was for believing somewhere inside of him you wouldn’t want everything he wanted and more. Even if that meant watching dumb falling compilations with him on Youtube or listening to his mixtapes that he would never finish, you would do it for him.

“Now, what the hell were you saying about me liking your mom?” You could hear your dad’s chuckle and your mother gasp in the kitchen, the two clearly eavesdropping on your conversation.

“It’s a long story,” you replied, “but I had seen you bring my mom flowers—“

“Which I was asking her about because I know she would know what you’d like,” he interrupted. “Oh!” He turned and quickly picked the bouquet back up, dusting off the wrapping paper that held the flowers in place. “For you.”

You laughed and took the flowers with a smile. “And I heard you and my brother talking last time you and Josh came over for dinner.”

“And we were obviously…“ He had a playful look in his eyes, waiting for you to finish the sentence as a way of teasing you.

“About me, jerk, I get it.” You scoffed. “But then why were you at the mall with my mom a few days ago?”

“What, were you spying on me?!”

“It was an honest coincidence!”

Hansol rolled his eyes and placed his hands in his pocket. “Well, I was gonna wait until after our date to give this to you, but fuck it.” A box inside of his palm caught your attention. When he opened it, a pair of golden teardrop earrings glistened in the afternoon sunlight. You gawked, but Hansol stopped you, knowing where your thoughts were going. “They were within my budget, so don’t tell me to take them back. All those tips I saved from Prince’s paid off, even if I could’ve done better.”

“Shut up, they’re beautiful.” They were textured but a simple yellow-gold color.

“You always said necklaces made your neck itchy,” he said.

You beamed ear to ear and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. This was more than you could have imagined. At the beginning of last week, you wouldn’t have predicted a bouquet of flowers you believed were for someone else would lead to such a surprisingly beautiful conclusion. And there was still more to come, but hopefully what was waiting for the both you involved less bizarre antics and misunderstandings.

“I love you, loser.”

author’s note: I’m back!! After a million years!! I am so glad to be back on here and writing again. I missed you guys and i missed this, just writing for the hell of it and not worrying about all the stuff that kept me away for so long. I hope you all love this story as much as I do and I can’t wait for you to read what else I have coming! x

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