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kuroos-babie · 3 years

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falling in love with a single mom hcs

INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku

you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt

it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows

throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy

the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together

everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt

but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal

"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"

"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"

"visit me once in a while"

his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"

with a soft shake of your head, he sighed

he leaves in three days

the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him

but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages

at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed

he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him

you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again

so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels

"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing

turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"

"whose...?"

you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"

man, he looked like he was about to cry

he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby

"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff

the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks

he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks

he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined

"i didn't, i'm not married"

his eyes were wide as they looked at you

you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched

he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief

"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying

you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"

"what's her name?"

you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"

nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close

and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks

"then we can all go travel the world together"

he liked working at the museum, he really does

at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum

they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty

especially this one little boy with the frog hat

"what's this called?"

"it's a fossilized remain of--"

"how about this one?"

"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit

he just sighs

the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does

his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it

but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice

"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"

he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"

"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"

your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"

he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals

"a smart one, i like him"

your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima

and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat

and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open

it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two

he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary

"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion

of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"

tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"

and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life

you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring

he must've been tired

you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did

morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee

"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy

"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"

he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"

you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"

he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid

"he likes you a lot"

"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"

his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"

you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"

he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat

making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles

taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."

it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain

it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls

"uh... hi?"

big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder

"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him

however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."

"oh no no no no"

yaku's too tired for this

so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room

"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"

the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku

the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around

morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room

your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning

with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind

your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"

turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder

"oh my god"

the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"

your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked

"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"

yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"

he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk

"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red

you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"

with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?

the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter

he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips

with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo

he wanted to see you two again

briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life

"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"

the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night

as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives

of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku

"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?

of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you

"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"

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hypfic · 3 years

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Hey, hello and welcome!! Congrats on the blog and i have you have fun writing the request!

I would like to req MTC who is overprotective of their s/o respectively, if that's not much of a hassle to you. Thanks!

aaa sorry these took so long to get to! I’ve had these sitting in my wips and I FINALLY finished them :D

I hope you enjoy!

Samatoki [ 碧棺左馬刻 ]:

Samatoki’s overprotectiveness takes the form of possessiveness. He knows that in a sticky situation that you can handle yourself, but he likes to let it be well known who’s you are

You aren’t surprised at all with Samatoki’s protectiveness and possessiveness. You honestly expected it a little going in

Whenever the two of you are out in public, eyes always follow you. Not only because you’re walking in hand with Samatoki, but because of the piercing glares he gives anyone and everyone who does as much as look your way

At the beginning of your relationship, Samatoki wasn’t keen on PDA, but one particular incident set him off

The two of you were out on a weekend at a local bar when a man from a rival family approached you.

Samatoki had stepped out for a moment to speak to someone, and when he got back he saw the other man too close to you for his liking

He immediately yelled at the man from across the bar, causing you to shake your head and blush

“Sorry, I’m already here with someone, thanks for the offer though!” You smiled as you stood up

As soon as you were within Samatoki’s reach, a strong arm was secured around your waist. You looked up to see your boyfriend with a grimace on his face

You stood on your toes and kissed his cheek before fishing two cigarettes and a lighter from your bag. You handed him one, lighting your own before igniting his in a cigarette kiss

Whenever you were in a situation where Samatoki could be possessive, you could handle yourself and take control, but it was always fun to see how your boyfriend acted afterward

Ever since that night, whenever the two of you were out, an arm would always be around your waist or a hand in yours.

Occasionally when his hands on you aren’t enough, Samatoki would pull you in for a kiss, eyes always glaring over your shoulder at whoever was daring to look your way

Jyuto [ 入間銃兎 ]:

Jyuto also expresses his overprotectiveness through possessiveness, although not to as high of an extent

As an officer, he knows how dangerous the world can be. He knows that you can handle yourself if you ever needed to, but he’d rather not think about you ever having to do that

He’s traditional in the sense of wanting to keep you out of harm's way and looking out for you wherever the two of you may go

Making sure the two of you aren’t out too late is a habit he’s made, he’d rather not do police business on a date night and continue the evening at home

When you go off somewhere on your own, Jyuto always makes sure that you text when you arrive at your destination in one piece.

He always insists that he should drive whenever the two of you go out, as well as making sure he knows anyone you’re going out with. None of this is out of jealousy, he just wants to make sure you’re safe

Jyuto gets possessive whenever the two of you are in the red light district, surprisingly not because of any physical dangers, but because of the people who think they have a chance with you

Maybe part of it is because of his protectiveness and desire to keep you free from danger, but he hates when other men look at you.

A glance or holding eye contact when you speak to them is fine, but if they dare look you up and down or stare at you for too long, you find yourself in Jyuto’s arms.

He had no shame when it came to PDA. Absolutely none. If he saw the need to, he would spin you around and pull you in for a kiss.

One time after a drunkard got too close for comfort, Jyuto moved his arm from around your shoulders to under your hips, lifting you bridal style and carting you out of the bar

You were a flustered mess, but you also found it endearing. Giggling you leaned up and kissed his lips. “Not a fan of drunks?”

“Absolutely not. I should go back and arrest that bastard, he’s been on our radar for weeks.”

“The station’s radar or yours?”

“Both.”

Rio [ 毒島メイソン理鶯 ]:

Rio is rather silent in his protectiveness, but he’s definitely the most adamant about it

He knows you don’t need to be guarded like a damsel in distress, but he makes sure that you know how to protect yourself if he’s not there to protect you

He insists that you let him teach you self defense martial arts and other methods he learned in the navy

It’s fun learning from Rio, he always knows your limits and how to push you just enough to make sure you make steady progress

Having his strong hands touch your arms and your waist while he corrects you is especially comforting, and his attention to detail is unnecessarily adorable

Rio also shows his protectiveness in small gestures when the two of you are at home

Little things like turning pot handles away from the edge of the stove or spotting you while you’re up on a ladder

Besides being protective of you in the literal sense, he’s protective in your relationship as well

Rio is a bit of a tease and will wait till the last minute to make an appearance and scare off anyone who oversteps your boundaries

He has a rather intimidating presence, so his overprotective gestures usually come in the simple form of standing behind you and looking over your shoulder

Half the time you don’t realize he’s there until whoever is in front of you excuses themselves suddenly with a strange look on their face

You always have a short moment of confusion before turning around and smiling once you see Rio

After the first incident of the night, Rio makes sure that he’s always by your side and doing something so that people know that you’re his

It’s little things like a hand on your back or shoulder, an arm around your waist, or holding your hand

You reassure him by kissing his cheek and hooking your arm around his, making sure your bodies are always touching even if it’s the smallest ways

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serrj215 · 3 years

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There is no place like home for the holidays (Thank god! One is enough)

Beast Boy closed the door and put his back against it. He had let out a breath he had been holding since they came onto the estate grounds. He slid down the door to the floor in defeat. He should have known better, he should have known that this was going to happen. It's not like these people were going to change since he left. They were not going to put any effort into being better people just because he was doing something as trivial as bringing his girlfriend for Christmas. Still the Doom Patrol was family, and that was what holidays were supposed to be about right?

"You're late." That was Steve's greeting when Beast Boy and Raven came to the front door. No Merry Christmas, no how are you?, or how have you been? Just "You're late." and "Dinner is on the table." As Steve walked away. Leaving them holding their bags standing on the snow covered landing. They were actually almost 20 minutes early but that was late enough for Steve. Then, right then Beast Boy knew he should have grabbed Raven and ran. Rita was a different story and was quickly at the door ushering them inside, trying to warm the cold welcome her husband had given them. It was Rita that had asked them to come, wanting to see them, wanting her family together for Christmas.

It was December 23rd a Friday and a holiday weekend, that is when it started to set in that this might be the longest 72 hours of their lives. Beast Boy knew that bringing Raven home for the holidays was going to be rough, a bit awkward, he just didn’t think that Steve's greeting was going to be one of that high points of the evening. Everything went downhill from there.

From the moment they came into the dining room they were bombarded with horrible questions. Negative man kept asking Raven "So what do you see in him?" He repeated the question throughout the meal. Like Raven was going to change her mind since the last time he had asked. When he alternated it with asking Beast Boy "You off that no meat thing yet?"

Robot man was almost as bad, after shaking hands with Raven he asked "So when are you due?" Raven tried to take it in stride but her other hand tightened around Beast Boy's . "Come on, to stick around Jolly Green midget he must have knocked you up?" he said with a laugh. Raven's fingers tighten so hard Beast Boy was sure something cracked in his hand.

"Charming." She said in her monotone.

As they sat down at the table the questions just got worse.

"So are you a Rabbit too, or do you eat real food?"

"How is his training going, been keeping him off the furniture?"

"Has he met your parents yet?"

"The last election was a sham wasn't it?"

"What are you exactly?"

He couldn’t remember who asked what, it was coming at them from all sides. It was like a mortar attack of all the things normal people knew better to ask. All Beast Boy could do was look at Raven and try to convey to her how sorry he was with his eyes. It was like they were trying to one up each other, who could ask the absolutely most Inappropriate thing. Raven did her best to stay polite, trying to redirect the conversation and sipping water. Rita tried to cut through the noise, asking about the other Titans, or talking about the holiday plans, but those conversations got lost in the storm of the others awful comments and horrid questions.

The food was not much of a distraction. Roast Beef, a rice pilaf with bits of sausage, and salad drenched in a ranch dressing. Apparently they really did think that being a vegetarian was a phase. This left their two guests a dinner of some steamed green beans and peanut butter sandwiches that Rita made for them on the fly.

Then came the stories that Beast boy had hoped they would have forgotten already, and politics, and more questions. The meal lasted about 15 years, or about an hour and a half depending on your perspective. Neither of the couple ate much, who knew that embarrassment was so filling.

The desert course was an augment about sleeping arrangements. After a lecture about what is proper and how they went to the trouble of getting the guest room ready for Raven and the old chestnut of "No unmarried couples are sleeping together under my roof!" Beast Boy found himself alone in his old childhood bedroom. Raven was ushered off before he could even really say "goodnight" or more importantly "I am sorry".

He sat there staring at the carpeted floor for a while. Eventually he lifted his head up to look around. Cartoon posters, some of his old action figures locked in the same battle he left them in years ago, a dozen other reminders of how young he was when he lived in that room. It was exactly the same as when he left. Beast Boy was not sure how he felt about that. He remembered Robin once telling him that when he went home to Gotham his old room gave him a sense of comfort. This place just reminded Beast Boy that no matter what, to the Doom Patrol he will always be a child. Reinforced by the fact that his bunk bed was made with his old Snoopy bed sheets.

He took off his shirt and let it drop to the floor before laying down on the bottom bunk. His feet stuck out over the end of the mattress by a good 6 inches. He closed his eyes and folded his arms under his head. He had to figure out what to say to Raven to make up for all of this. What could he say? "I am sorry Raven I was raised by horrible people please don’t leave me!?" He thought it was a miracle that she put up with his personal brand of bullshit, asking her to put up with his families collective insanity, he half expected her to teleport all the way back to Titans Tower as soon as she was alone.

"What is it with you and bunk beds?"

Beast Boy's eyes shot open and he sat up so fast that banged his head on the bed above him.

"Aaa…That sounded like it hurt." Raven said quietly, her head hanging down from the bunk above him. Her head disappeared and she gracefully lowered herself to the ground. She was wearing her night clothes, an oversized T-shirt and cotton pajama pants. Beast Boy didn’t know what to say as she joined him on the small mattress.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, messaging his aching forehead.

"Cuddling" She said as she wrapped her arm around his chest. "We have done it before, or did that blow to your head affect your memory?"

"Ha ha, Seriously. We're going to get in trouble."

"Oh yes" she said pulling herself tighter to him . "They might find us and throw us out of here," She softly kissed his bare chest "Force us to go get a hotel room" another kiss just below his collar bone. "Where we could share a bed like we have been doing for the last year now." Her lips touched the base of his neck. "Then the next morning we can get food we can both eat and might even have sex. " She raised her eyes to meet his. "Wouldn’t that be awful?"

Beast Boy's smile broke though. "Rae I am-" He couldn’t get the words out, she attacked, the kiss was insistent and hungry. Her tongue pushed its way in to caress his. His arms out of pure instinct wrapped around her, his left hand sliding down her back to rest on her ass. What had happened and where they were had started to fade away as she nipped on his earlobe knowing exactly what it would do to him.

"Raven" he groaned out as he felt her teeth gently biting into his neck, a distraction from her free hand undoing his belt

Knock!

"Garfield? Can I come in?" Rita was outside the door immediately breaking the two apart, off the bed and onto their feet.

Neither of them thought about teleporting, or shifting or anything that they had practiced or trained for. At that moment they were not superheroes, they were two young people about to get caught. So in a panic Raven hid in the closet and Beast Boy tried to look and sound calm when he said "Come in"

Rita came in wearing a silk robe that went down to her bare feet. "Are you okay?" a look of genuine concern on her face.

"Yea, I mean I am fine" He was trying to stay calm, hoping Rita wouldn't notice that anything was amiss. If she had knocked just a few minutes later…Beast Boy sat back on the bed and tried to appear calm, but if there was a woman on earth walking that knew him as well or maybe better then Raven it was Rita.

"About Dinner, it's just how they are. " She said as she walked over to sit on the bed next to him "They mean well. Is Raven alright? Steve might be a telepath but that man can be cast Iron dense. "

"I hope so. " He said, trying not to look at the closet door with his lover on the other side. His sharp ears could hear Raven's heart jump when Rita mentioned her name.

"Let me make this up to you both. Do you remember that breakfast place we used to go to?"

"Bennet's?" Near the park!?" Beast Boy's ears perked at the suggestion and the memories of peanut butter pancakes, and a blueberry oatmeal that he couldn't find anywhere else.

"Why don’t the three of us sneak out early for Breakfast, do you think Raven would be up for that?"

"Totally! she loves waffles." he said with a grin. Finally something was going right on this trip.

"I do want to get to know her better, but be warned an embarrassing story or two might slip out. Oh, one more thing." She said as stood up and made a beeline for the closet.

"Ah ugh Rita!" Beast Boy started to stammer out. As Rita gently rapped on the closet door.

"Raven, Sweetheart. You can come out now, It's okay." Her tone was soft and motherly and It nearly floored Beast Boy to hear Raven be called 'sweetheart'.

Not waiting for her. Rita opened the door to find the flustered young woman. "I think you will both be more comfortable in the guest room." she said with a smile.

Raven walked into the room slowly, as if she was about to spring a trap. "Thank you" She was able to eke out "Are you sure? I mean Mento s- "

"It was not that long ago that I was young and in love. I am sure." A smile on her lips. "As for Steve," Rita leaned in close to whisper to Raven. "I will take care of my man, you take care of yours. The guest room is on the other side of the house, but we will try not to keep you two awake."

Rita turned quickly and was out the room with a hast "goodnight kids" leaving the young couple to stand there processing what just happened.

"What did she say to you?" Beast Boy asked.

Raven came up from behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Gar, with those ears you heard what she said to me. Do you really want conformation?"

"No" He shook his head "I don’t need that mental image."

"Good, Because there is a fairly large bed downstairs waiting for us. "

In a swirl of black energy they were gone.

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"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" Steve said as soon as Rita entered their bedroom.

“Do what darling?” Rita was completely calm knowing her husband's words were all bluster.

“You know exactly what I am talking about!” He folded his arms across his chest. “Why did you-”

"Because Steve, this is my home too! And sometimes I think I need to remind you." She said slowly walking toward him. "Because they're in love and I think you forget what that is like as well.” Her hands pulled the knot apart on the robe she was wearing. "Because you may have no interest in grandchildren does not mean I feel that way. “She pulled the robe off her shoulders and let it fall around her feet. “Because you have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.”

So its been a while. This has been sitting in my draft folder for too long, I wanted to get it done by Christmas but that didn't happen. I do not know if I will write more but trying.

Also I am on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30270621 here and other works.

#bbrae fanfiction #bbrae

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hwanami · 4 years

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Happy Little Pill

pairing: kang yeosang x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1805 words

summary: the day Yeosang took responsibility at the kitchen because you have a fever, with some little help

a/n: i finished what i started HEHEHE another dad!ateez aaa i hope you're still going to enjoy this one ;_; tagging my @yeochikin bcs it's yeosang~

"Your fever hasn't gotten better," Yeosang said after seeing your temperature on the thermometer.

You coughed, "but it's not getting worse, right?"

He looked at you and take some strand of your hair from your forehead, "mhm. That's the good news."

A sigh leaving your lips. You haven't been feeling well for some days but last night, Yeosang had to wake up in the middle of the night with cold sweats because your body is boiling next to him while sleeping. He put the thermometer on the nightstand and caress your cheek, "I'm going to make some soup."

You nodded your head, "can you leave the bedroom door open?"

He knitted his eyebrows, "sure. But why?"

"I want to hear what's going on out there. It's the weekend after all, the kids are home."

"Ah, right," he sighed, "I have to take care those two little you by myself."

"You mean little us," you chuckled, "now, go."

He kissed your head first before leaving your bedroom, not forgetting to let the door open. He walked to the living room first, checking his children. After making sure both of them are busy watching the television, Yeosang walked to the kitchen. He didn't realize his little son watching him and following him to the kitchen.

"Why are you cooking?" he asked.

Yeosang looked at him then smile, "mommy has a fever, so I cook today."

"MOMMY HAS A FEVER?" he screamed making Yeosang startled and he scrunched down to shush him down.

"She is, but don't be–"

"Mommy's okay! Just help daddy today, okay?" you shout back from your room, making Yeosang sigh.

"Why is mommy in the room if she's okay?" your daughter ran to the kitchen with that question.

Yeosang stood up and pat her head, "because she needs some rest. Now, since both of you are here, why don't you help me to cook?"

the two children looked at each other before looking back to Yeosang and nodded their head. Yeosang can't hold the chuckle and let them wear the oversized apron. He then gave vegetables for his son to wash, and let his dauther to chop the chicken.

The three of them worked together while having little chat here and there. The smile never leave Yeosang's face as he helped chopping the vegetables. Thinking maybe he should spare some of his time and do this more often. Hopefully next time you'll be able to join in, not lying on the bed.

"Mommy is going to be okay, right?" your daughter asked him as he stirred the soup.

"Of course! She just had a fever. She'll be okay after taking some rest and meds."

"She will?" your son asked from his seat.

"Mhm," Yeosang nodded his head, "she works too hard so her body had to do something to make her rest. Once she has enough rest, she'll be okay again."

He looked at his daughter, "can you help me preparing the medicine for her? You know where we keep them, right?"

"Yeah," she nodded her head, "do you think she needs some tea? I could make one for her."

"That would be great. I bet she'll love some tea," he stroke her head, "but put a glass of water as well for her to take the medicine."

She smiled and started to do her own task. His son on the other hand, is frowning at him, "why don't you ask me to do anything?"

Yeosang chuckled, "because I need you to help me here. Can you pass me the bowl?"

"Yeah," he stood up from his chair and walked to the shelf to take some bowls, "a big one?"

"No, just give me four mediun bowls for each of us."

"Okay," he took some and hand it to Yeosang, "here."

"Thank you," he patted his head before taking one bowl and pour the soup there. Taking another and pour it there. Until all four of them is filled with warm chicken soup.

Yeosang took a tray and put one bowl, a cup of tea from his daughter, a glass of water and the medicine there. Then he took it to the bedroom with both of his children following behind him. You smiled seeing them coming then give your son a hug when he got onto the bed, "both of you helped your dad, right?"

"Yes," your daughter answered while helping Yeosang to put the bowl and everything on the nightstand next to your bed, "we helped daddy to prepare the ingredients and I made you a tea."

"Really? Thank you," you held her hand once she finished putting everything on the nightstand.

"I'm going to take the other bowls here. Are you okay if all of us eat here?" Yeosang asked you while holding the tray to his chest.

"As long as none of you spill the soup on my bed."

"Our bed," Yeosang corrected you, making you chuckle, "alright. I'll take the other here."

You mumbled an alright and see him walked out the door. Then your attention is back to your children, "thank you for helping him there. He rarely going to the kitchen I kind of worried for him when he said he's about to cook me something."

Your daughter giggled, "he cooked it himself. We just helped to wash and chop the ingredients."

"He did?" you sat down and take the spoon to taste the soup on your nightstand, "did any of you taste it?"

"No," you son shook his head. You looked at them before taking some of the soup to your mouth. At least he tried, you thought. You smiled at them, "it's not that bad–"

"So it's bad?" your son asked.

"No, honey. It's not bad, it's just–"

"Is it not taste good?" now it's your daughter who asked.

"Well, it's–"

"Ah, you don't like it?" all the pair of eyes in the room now on Yeosang who's standing outside of the door frame.

"I didn't say that," you smiled at him as he walked closer, "but I think it would taste better if you put some more salt here."

He smiled nonetheless and give your children a bowl of the soup, "okay, noted."

You smiled at him and eat the soup. It's really not bad, you just know you can cook it better than him. But of course you still appreciate his effort. All four of you eat while having a chat. About your children's friends, their school, and ended up with all of you listening to Yeosang's traveling stories.

"I want to visit Japan too," your son said with a pout, "I want to go to Disneyland."

"Maybe we can for our next holiday," he stroke his head, "we could go to both Disneyland and Disneysea if you have a good score on your next exam."

"Only mine?"

"Both of you," you corrected as you look at both your son and your daughter, "if both of you can have a good score, maybe we could consider going to both place as your reward."

"Then, daddy has to work harder so all of us can go!" your daughter chimed in.

Yeosang looked at her with amusement, "oh, so now I'm obligated to do something too?"

"Nothing comes free, sweetheart," you cooed, "you asked them to do something for a reward, they're just doing the same to you."

"WE asked them," he jokingly corrected you, "now then you also have to do something for that reward all of us wanted."

You shrug, "well, okay. It's not something new that I have to work hard since my workload always piling up."

Yeosang chuckled as he put all the bowls on the tray, "could you help me bringing this to the kitchen?" he asked his daughter who nodded her head.

"I'll get us some water," your son said and you pat his head as you mumbled an okay.

Both of them walked out from your room and Yeosang sighed before scooting to sit next to you. He intertwined his fingers with yours and kissed your hand softly, "I didn't mean to make you remember about your work."

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him, "you need to. Or else I indulge myself at home, asking for more day off as sick-rest when I already feeling better."

He chuckled before kissing your temple and resting his head on your shoulder, "I was actually about to say I want you to stay healthy so all of us can have a happy holiday."

You hummed, rubbing his thumb using yours. None of you shared a word, but the smiles on your faces tell how content both of you are, just having each other's presence. That was until your children came with a glass of water, "dad, you haven't drink."

Yeosang chuckled and let go of your hand to hand the glass. After saying thank you to them, he drank the water they bring. You did the same, drinking your water and took your medicine.

Your daughter looked at you intently, "I hope the medicine makes you feel better."

You smiled at her, "I hope so. And I bet it will."

"Should we check your temperature again?" your son asked.

Yeosang cleared his throat and taking the thermometer once again to check your temperature. After some time, it's beeping and Yeosang looked at it.

He hummed, "it's gradually getting better but not much," he put the thermometer back and looked at you, "I guess you really need more rest."

"We have to go out?" his son asked with a pleading eyes.

"Yes, because mommy needs to rest," Yeosang answered.

"We won't disturb her, we promise," it's his daughter now.

He sighed. Before he speak, you cut him, "but if you guys stay here, I might make you get sick too. And i don't want that. Daddy doesn't want that either, so it's safer for you two to be out for now."

They pout but compelled. Once both of them are out, Yeosang smiled at you once again. He walked to the nightstand and take your glass. Before walking out, he kissed your head, "now, rest."

"You're going to play with them?"

"Maybe," he smiled, "I should spend more times with them. Don't you think?"

You nodded your head, "then, I'm just going to sleep."

He walked to the door and look back, "just call me if you need anything. If you're not feeling better, we could get other pills."

"I know," you smiled at him, "and I don't think I need other pills."

"Really?"

You nodded your head. He smiled one last time before leaving you, with the door slightly open. You sigh and closed your eyes. Who needs another pills anyway, when your partner, and your little companion, have been your happy pills and make you forget about your fever.

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All Out preview

Here we go with AEW's annual Labor Day weekend show in Hoffman Estates, just like the original All In show three years ago. I have been going to wrestling shows for days, and it all comes down to this!

The show starts at 8pm EDT, streaming on Bleacher Report (in the US and Canada) and Fite.tv for $49.99. A free pre-show will be available at 7pm EDT.

CM Punk vs. Darby Allin - This is CM Punk's first pro wrestling match since January 26, 2014, when he spent 49 minutes in the Royal Rumble working with a staph infection and a possible concussion. The following night he walked out of WWE, leading to seven and a half years of debate about what is next move would/should be. Two weeks ago he debuted with AEW and declared that he wanted to help the younger talent, starting with a match against Allin. Allin, for his part, took some exception to being the first opponent, as if he's just a stepping stone to bigger matches.

The big issue here is seeing how well Punk, 42, has held up after seven years away. I've seen reports that he's looking good in training, but you just don't know until the bell rings. Regardless, I expect the hometown crowd to be very forgiving to Punk, and Allin is good enough to carry the match if he really has to.

I feel like I ought to have more to say about this, but it also feels like everything's been said. I can't believe Punk would lose his first match in. But I can believe that if Punk insisted on doing the job, AEW would let him do that. It'd be unusual for the returning guy to come up short, but New Japan does that sometimes and it can work as a longer build to the first win. Still, it is Chicago (sort of), so my gut says Punk wins to let us feel special.

Kenny Omega vs. Christian Cage - Omega is defending the AEW men's world title. For months, Omega held four different belts, representing championships in AEW, AAA, and Impact Wrestling. But on August 13 Christian defeated Omega for the Impact/TNA world title (and later retired the TNA belt), leaving Kenny more vulnerable than ever. The AAA and Impact titles aren't at stake in this match, so no matter who what happens the winner will be a double champion.

Cage is a great wrestler, but not a great challenger for this match. For months the storytelling pointed towards Hangman Page in this spot, but Page was abruptly written off television so he could take paternity leave. I don't think anybody resents Christian for filling in, but nobody really expects the 47-year-old, recently returned from a seven-year retirement, to win the big one. It's also a rematch of something we already saw a few weeks ago, which isn't a big deal but it's a bit of a talking point when everyone is always dogging WWE for excessive rematches.

The big go-home angle on September 1 was that Omega, the Young Bucks, and their buddies destroyed Christian, the Lucha Bros., and their buddies. After the show went off the air Tony Khan promised that this kind of bullshit interference wouldn't happen in the Bucks-Lucha Bros. cage match. Well, okay, but this match doesn't have a steel cage, so I have a feeling there will be plenty of bullshit interference. And I'm willing to bet that interference gives Omega the win while somewhat protecting Christian.

Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson vs. Penta El 0M & Rey Fenix - The Young Bucks (Matt and Nick) are defending the AEW tag team title. The Lucha Bros. won a four-team tournament to earn this shot. The Bucks have relied on a lot of outside interference from their entourage lately, so to counter that this match will be held inside a steel cage. In AEW, the only way to win a cage match is by pinfall or submission.

I was at All Out 2019 when these teams last met in a crazy ladder match (which feels like a million years ago). Everyone raved about it, and also worried that the Bucks damn near killed themselves. Personally I had a really shitty view of the ring, which made it hard to follow the match. This time I've got a much better view, so I'm looking forward to some good karma.

In theory the Bucks have sworn off doing the dangerous shit from the ladder match, but technically this is a cage match so maybe they'll just do different dangerous shit. Personally I'm more intrigued by seeing them change their game to fit in the confines of the cage, which doesn't lend itself to springboard flips off the ropes. But the cage has places to stand at the top, which will encourage the idea of setting up crazy highspots.

I feel like a title change is possible, but I could just as easily see the Bucks hold the belts for another six months. Santana and Ortiz seem to be next in line for a shot, and honestly I think that would work with either of these teams. But I guess I'll lean towards the Bucks retaining.

Chris Jericho vs. MJF - MJF defeated Jericho on November 7, 2020, to earn entry into Jericho's stable, the Inner Circle. MJF inevitably betrayed Jericho and formed his own stable, the Pinnacle, which beat the Inner Circle on May 5, 2021. Jericho was so determined to get revenge that he accepted MJF's terms to perform five "labors" to earn a rematch, but MJF beat Jericho once again on August 18, 2021. So now MJF is 3-0 against Jericho. (For some reason we're counting the ten-man match on May 5 but not the other one on May 30, which Jericho's team won, but whatever.) To get this final rematch, Jericho has put his career on the line.

Suddenly everything else in this storyline has taken a back seat to the idea that this may really be the end of Chris Jericho's 30-year in-ring career. There are plenty of fans who think Jericho, 50, should hang it up, but now that it might actually happen I think people aren't so sure they're ready for it all to end. The timing for Jericho to tease this is perfect, because he could easily just win and go another couple of years, or he could easily just finish today.

Part of what makes this work so well is MJF. I think everyone recognizes that MJF is going to be a top name in the 2020s, and that Jericho wants to make this guy. So it's like, if Jericho can get retired by anyone he wants, why wouldn't he pick MJF? I think the match will feel a little flat if Jericho comes up short yet again, but if it's the end of his career it suddenly doesn't matter if he's lost too many times, y'know?

Still, something tells me this isn't the end. Something tells me Jericho has more he wants to do. And something tells me, in a few years, we may be wondering if it would have been better if he retired on this show.

Britt Baker vs. Kris Statlander - Baker is defending the AEW women's world title. I expect to like this match but there's not really much to it. Baker was feuding with Red Velvet a while back and then Statlander made the save for Velvet. Baker and her crony Rebel have brought in Jamie Hayter to stack the deck against Statlander and Velvet. I think it's way too soon for Baker to drop the title, and I don't expect Kris to be the one to take it from her. So this is kind of a formality to kill time until Baker vs. Thunder Rosa down the road.

Miro vs. Eddie Kingston - Miro's AEW TNT championship is on the line. Somehow in the past year Miro has gone from Kip Sabian's gamer buddy to a monster heel who thinks God has anointed him to beat the shit out of people. Kingston has gone from a gutless heel to the most beloved guy in AEW. Wrestling is great.

Anyway, I love both of these guys, but I can't just bet that all the wrestlers have a good time. If Eddie's going to win a championship, it really ought to be in New York. I realize Chicago is AEW's favorite and we get all the good shit, but I've had my CM Punk ice cream and I'm maaaaaybeee going to get the Bryan Danielson debut too, so I'm willing to let New York have this one thing. Just this one time.

Jon Moxley vs. Satoshi Kojima - Moxley is the new GCW world champion following a surprise appearance at last night's GCW show; I assume that does not turn this into a title match. Moxley told top contender Nick Gage "you know where to find me," and it's anyone's guess if Gage will show up here to accept that invitation.

Mox is a busy boy making friends everywhere he goes. For a few weeks he was angling for a match with a top New Japan Pro Wrestling star on this show. The leading candidate was Hiroshi Tanahashi, but several other interesting names were discussed by fans and pundits alike. After that buzz, Kojima is a bit of a letdown.

Don't get me wrong, it's cool to get a guy who's held the IWGP heavyweight title, the All Japan Triple Crown, and the NWA world title. Kojima's a legend. But at this stage of his career, he's the guy New Japan sends when the real stars aren't available. Besides which, my cup runneth over when it comes to 50-year-old guys showing up to prove they can wrestle like they're 40. And I don't think anybody really believes Kojima can beat Moxley.

Ideally, this match should end with a video message from a bigger New Japan name calling out Moxley. I'm not confident that will happen. Then again, at this point I wouldn't be surprised if Moxley showed up in NXT UK to pick a fight with WALTER.

Paul Wight vs. QT Marshall - Formerly the Giant in WCW and the Big Show in WWE, Wight debuted with AEW earlier this year as a color commentator. QT and his goons were picking on Wight's broadcast partner Tony Schiavone when Wight intervened, setting up this match.

I was actually kind of into the idea of this until Marshall showed photos of Wight's recent hip surgery. Up to that point, they'd managed to keep me from noticing if Wight could move okay, and I was willing to accept he could do a basic squash match without a problem. But now I just assume he's broken down and he'll need a lot of smoke and mirrors to do even a simple match. Maybe that's the plan, to get me to lower my expectations and be pleasantly surprised. I sure hope it works out.

I'm about 95% sure Wight clobbers QT and just wins handily. There's a chance QT's squad pulls enough shenanigans to get a bullshit win, but I'm not sure what the point would be.

21-woman Casino Battle Royale - This is AEW's funky concept for a gauntlet battle royale. Five women start the match, and then every five minutes another wave of five enters; the 21st entrant gets to come out alone. Eliminations can occur at any time, by exiting the ring over the top rope to the floor. The last woman left after the others have been eliminated is declared the winner, and receives a future title match against the AEW women's champion.

AEW has announced 20 participants: Abadon, Anna Jay, Big Swole, Diamante, Emi Sakura, Hikaru Shida, Jade Cargill, Jamie Hayter, Kiera Hogan, KiLynn King, Leyla Hirsch, Nyla Rose, Penelope Ford, Rebel, Red Velvet, Riho, Skye Blue (a late substitution for Julia Hart), Tay Conti, The Bunny, Thunder Rosa.

The 21st spot has been left open for a surprise. Ruby Soho (formerly Ruby Riott in WWE) is widely expected to join AEW, and this would be a sensible spot for that to happen. But there are other women who could potentially debut here as a swerve.

I always want to pick the surprise entrant to win these things, but they really haven't done all that well in AEW battle royales. I could see them giving the win to, say, Big Swole, and just having Britt Baker beat her a few weeks later on Dynamite. Or Thunder Rosa could win to set up a major program for the next pay-per-view. They have a lot of options, which makes it hard to predict but fun to watch.

Orange Cassidy & Chuck Taylor & Wheeler YUTA & Luchasaurus & Jungle Boy vs. Matt Hardy & Marq Quen & Isiah Kassidy & Jack Evans & Angelico - This is booked for the pre-show. Hardy's heel group has been feuding with most of the midcard babyfaces for months. I don't expect this match will blow off the feud, but it'd be nice if it did so we could move on to something else. Orange's team should probably win.

#aew #all out #cm punk #darby allin #kenny omega #christian cage #the young bucks #lucha bros #cannot *believe* i managed to get this done

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glazelilyy · 3 years

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nice to meet you too glaze !!

also kaeya anon's away for two weeks?? wedding preparations?? hmm

either way, all the other anons are here to keep you company and so am i !

get some rest and take good care of yourself, if you don't, i'll [platonically] marry you instead and take care of you ! >:) [i will give you all my love and affection]

jkjk i hope you dont mind me saying that

have a great day/night ! we love you !!

- lilith anon

(the name glaze is so cute aaa maybe i can add it to my pseudonym (luce) somehow LOL)

most likely, i sent them off to gather the materials for my juicebox tower hehe >:)

aaaa all of you nonnies are so sweet, i never thought i'd see the day where i'd actually have anons (i used to be just a reader who liked and rb'ed stuff on tumblr) and it feels a bit surreal now that there are anons who want to talk to me!! :)

platonic marriage for tax purposes>>>>marriage for love/j/lh

i'll do my best! my work is piling up this weekend but i'll manage to handle it somehow, can't wait to crane my neck from typing another essay :') and i don't mind at all! i draw the line when people say offensive things or things that breach my boundaries (usually in a s*xual manner) but you're good, don't worry!

aww i hope you have a great day/night too lilith! :)

#sincerely: the stars—☆#from my beloved lilith anon—☆

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lailannajacobs · 4 years

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Heart to a Gunfight - Epilogue

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did.

Warnings: Mainly fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: A massive THANK YOU to everyone who has been following this series! Thank you for commenting, liking, reblogging, basically all your support, it truly means the world to me! Hope you enjoy!

Heart to a Gunfight | Epilogue

Three months Later

“I don’t know about this, Bucky. I don’t think I can do it,” Your voice shook, doing nothing to hide the fact that you were trying your hardest not to cry, “It’s over.”

You felt like an idiot but leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around you. He rested his head on your shoulder, as the two of you stared at your car.

“I refuse to believe that,” He stated.

You sighed, “Cars this old don’t just die in the middle of the highway if they’re not headed to the scrap yard, Bucky.”

“Listen,” He moved in front of you so that you were looking into his eyes instead of at your car, “You want to know something?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Your car had broken down on your way out of the city for a romantic weekend, and after a half hour of tinkering around under the hood, there wasn’t much you could do about it. At least not here. Even though you should have been disappointed by the way your weekend had started, your car was your main focus.

“It’s going to be fine,” He took your chin gently in his hand, guiding your gaze away from your car once again, “Do you know how I know that?”

You shook your head.

“Because I know the best mechanic in the city - no, in the state. And she’s going to be able to fix your car. Trust me.”

“What if she’s not?” You whispered, grabbing onto his bicep to steady yourself, “That car is the reason…I can’t lose…”

You couldn’t finish. You didn’t have to. He nodded, knowing exactly what that car meant to you. Bucky knew that your car was more than just a way to get from point A to B. That car had given you direction and you were terrified to even consider what it would mean if that car was no longer in your life. You loved the direction your life had taken recently. And as superstitious as it sounded, you were afraid that losing your car could somehow mess that up. Your car was your good luck charm and you didn’t want to know what would happen if your luck ran out.

Bucky pulled you into a tight hug, resting his head on yours.

“Then you’ll be okay,” He whispered, “Because I know that your car is not the reason you know where you’re going. You’re the driver, Speedy. You decide where it goes.”

“I guess,” You muttered, tightening your arms around his waist.

He gave you one more squeeze and pulled away with an encouraging smile, “And anyways, it’s a moot point because I know you’re going to be able to fix it.”

You took in a deep breath, rolled your shoulders back and nodded, “You’re right. It’ll be fine.”

He smirked, “Of course I am.”

You felt yourself begin to smile back, “Idiot.”

“We should probably call AAA though,” He said, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Right,” You were glad for something to do to take your mind off the possible death of your car, “Where’s my phone?”

He shrugged and you began to pat yourself all over, worry rising up. You checked the car, but it was nowhere to be seen either. Then you remembered.

“Shit. It has to be on the counter at the apartment. I put it down for a sec…” You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to stave off the headache that was creeping in, “Where’s yours?”

“Dead.”

You looked up at him, surprised.

He lifted up his palms, a sheepish look on his face, “I forgot to charge it and then forgot I couldn’t in your car. I didn’t think it mattered if we had yours.”

You sighed, “I’m sure we can flag someone down. They’ll lend us a phone.”

He nodded.

After a several failed attempts, to your relief, a white Audi began to slow.

“Does that car look familiar to you?” Bucky asked, tilting his head to get a better look.

You looked a little closer but couldn’t find anything spectacular about the car, “No. Why?”

“Oh, shit,” He ran his hand through his hair and you immediately knew you weren’t going to like what was about to happen.

Then you saw the woman sitting in the passenger seat. Of course. Because it couldn’t have been anyone else.

“Are you guys all right?” Brad shouted, leaning over so he could see you.

Bucky nodded, but didn’t approach the car, “We’re fine. The car a little less so.”

Brad appeared genuinely worried, “Anything we can do to help? You need a ride somewhere?”

“Maybe a scrap yard? Or a dealership?” You heard Kira mutter under breath.

All your feelings from the wedding came rushing back in and you forced yourself to keep your hands loose at your side. You didn’t need her seeing how her words affected you.

If Bucky heard her, he didn’t let on, “A cell phone would be helpful.”

“Take mine,” Brad said, stepping out of the car.

Bucky thanked him and walked around to the side to make the call.

With an annoyed sigh, Kira stepped out too.

“It’s lucky we came by,” Brad said, brows furrowed as if your troubles pained him too.

You had to wonder how Kira had managed to snag a guy as decent as Brad. But staring at him now, you knew you were never going to say anything about what happened at the wedding, no matter how much you wanted to. It wasn’t your place and the two of you didn’t know each other well enough for you to get involved. You only hoped that he would figure her out before they got married.

Bucky handed the cell back, “Thanks a lot, Brad.”

“You need us to wait, man?”

“No thanks,” Bucky shook his hand, “The tow will be here in about fifteen. We’re good.”

“Sure thing.”

You took the opportunity to pull Kira into a hug, pretending to thank her for her kindness.

She tried to pull away, but you held on and whispered into her ear, “I know what you did at the wedding. Karma’s a bitch. Enjoy waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

You let go and shot her a smile.

She returned it with a sneer of her own and you watched as they pulled away. Only when their car was out of sight did you feel yourself deflate.

As if sensing your sudden fatigue, Bucky leaned back against the car and pulled you close. You slid your hands around to the back of his neck and he rested his arms loosely around your waist. He pressed a long, lazy kiss to your lips.

“Hi,” He said when he pulled away.

You smiled, “Hi.”

He looked around and chuckled, “This is exactly the romantic weekend I had planned. You like it?”

“Oh yeah,” You nodded enthusiastically, “This is a great start.”

“This wasn’t part of the plan, but maybe once we get this thing towed, you can teach me a thing or two about cars. If you’re going to have to work this weekend - and I know you won’t just let some other mechanic do it without you - you might as well teach me something. I’ve always wanted a crash course from the sexiest mechanic in the state.”

“You’re such an idiot,” You laughed, feeling yourself loosen up for the first time since your car came to an unwanted stop, “I love you.”

You both froze.

Shit. You’d said that out loud. Judging by the intense look in his eyes, there was no chance that he hadn’t heard. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel it or didn’t want to say it…You’d just wanted to make sure that whatever was between the two of you was one hundred percent real. And it wasn’t like he’d said it yet either.

And now all he was doing was staring at you. What did that mean? Shit. What were you supposed to do now?

You were about to start babbling nervously to cover up your words, but he cupped your face and pulled you close, shutting you up with a strong kiss.

“I love you too, Speedy,” He said when you pulled away, breathless.

You smacked his arm, “Then why’d you wait so long before saying it back? You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I barely waited two seconds,” He laughed, thumb brushing back and forth along your cheek, “And that was because the terrified look on your face made me wonder if you were going to pass out before I got the chance to say it back.”

“I was not terrified.”

He raised a brow.

“Was not,” You grumbled.

He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, eyes bright, “If I had known this is what needed to happen for you to say it, I would have gotten us stranded earlier. It’s a nice thing to hear, you know.”

You pulled back, “Wait. Is this all about you not wanting to say it first?”

“I have been wanting to say it for a bit now,” He admitted, looking down at his feet, “But I wanted you to say it when you were ready. Not because you felt like you had to say it back to me.”

“Well,” You started, pleased when his eyes found yours once again, "those words were all mine. And Bucky, I love you…Almost as much as I love my car.”

He laughed, hand going to his heart as if he’d been shot, “Ouch. I’ll have you know that one day I’ll beat out that car for first place, but for now, I love you too, Speedy.”

“It’ll be a pretty spectacular feat when that happens,” You replied with a grin.

“I’m not worried,” He said, the lazy smirk on his lips proof.

You lifted onto your toes, “Good thing for you that I like to take for the underdog.”

“Lucky me,” He mourned, lips finding yours.

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky fanfiction #MCU fic #MCU fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fake dating

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Prompt: water (alt no.12)

Whumpee: Neal Caffrey

Fandom: White Collar

what’s up everyone! welcome to my last fic for whumptober!! i can’t believe i’ve done this for the second year in a row that makes me so so happy!!! i hope that you enjoy this fic :)

The water is cold. So very, very cold. It bites at his skin and grabs at his clothes and makes his muscles nearly seize up with how much they’re shaking. Still, he keeps going, swimming deeper and deeper, his whole body fighting against him.

Finally, he catches sight of it - the silver wristwatch which their suspect had chucked into the water the second he’d seen Neal and Peter approaching. Clearly, there had been something important on it, because the man had tried desperately to stop Neal from going after it. He hadn’t listened, of course. He’d jumped right over the railing and into the icy water without a second thought. The case was an important one, and they’d been able to turn up virtually no evidence so far. They needed this watch, so he was going to get it.

Neal’s hand closes around the watch at last, and he pushes himself off the ground and up towards the surface of the water, his thoughts of finding the watch replaced by the constant repetition of cold, cold, cold…

His head breaks the surface of the water, and he sucks in a deep breath of fresh air, which stings his throat and makes his eyes water. He coughs, then looks around for Peter, spying him on the riverbank. Neal tries to focus his hearing in Peter’s direction, sensing something is being said, but he can’t hear anything over the chattering of his teeth.

Slowly, he swims to shore, wishing he could go faster but shivering too hard to do so. Eventually, he staggers out of the cold water and into the just-as-cold air, dropping to his knees and letting the watch fall from his hand. Everything is a constant, suffocating cold, and it hurts in a way he’s never really felt before.

Immediately, though, Peter is there, removing his suit jacket and draping it around Neal’s shoulders, providing the merest bit of warmth. “Why did you do that?” he asks, pulling Neal to his feet and keeping an arm around his shoulders to help him stand.

“We don’t even know if there’s anything valuable in this watch” he continues, picking up said watch and stuffing it into his pocket.

Neal tries to respond, but he’s far too cold to form a coherent sentence. “Could be…” he gets out, his voice shaking along with the rest of his body.

Peter sighs. Neal leans heavily into his shoulder. “Cold,” he says, as Peter starts walking, pulling Neal along as best as he can.

“I know,” Peter says. “You jumped into a river in the middle of February. What did you expect?”

Neal shrugs, somewhat chagrined. “Know it was s-stupid,” he says, stumbling over the words. He’s never been this cold in his entire life. “Sorry.”

Peter rubs a warm hand down Neal’s back as they continue their slow walk. “I’m not mad, Neal,” he says gently. “But you put yourself in real danger for something that might turn out to be nothing.”

Neal doesn’t respond, partly because he’s still freezing and speaking is not the most pleasant activity at the moment, and partly because he senses a but.

“But I think it was the right idea. I’ll be shocked if we don’t find something of value on this watch. Good work. Maybe don’t do it again.”

Neal can’t help grinning at this, a shaky smile stretching over his face, providing a tiny bit of warmth. “Won’t,” he manages to agree, though he’s pretty sure both he and Peter know he will.

After several more minutes of walking, during which Neal has grown increasingly colder and quieter, they arrive at the Taurus. Neal fumbles with his door handle for a bit, his trembling hand refusing to hold on to the cold metal.

Eventually, though, he’s in the car and the heating is on high. Peter has rummaged around in the backseat and come up with a dusty old blanket, which is now draped over Neal, not doing a whole lot in terms of warming him up. But it does make him feel nice. Cared for, even. He pulls the blanket tighter around himself as an especially harsh shiver runs through him, and wonders vaguely where they’re going.

He looks at Peter, hoping to convey his question without needing to speak. Luckily, Peter can read him, and he says, “we’re going home. We can deal with the watch in the morning, when you’re not freezing to death in my car.”

Home? Neal doesn’t want to go home. June’s out of town for the weekend and he’ll be all alone and still cold and miserable.

Strangely enough, though, they don’t appear to be going home. In fact, Neal realizes, as Peter makes a turn, they’re going to the Burkes’.

Home, he thinks, making a realization that he hardly dares to think might be true. Maybe Peter is just dropping by, maybe he’s taking an alternate route, or...he lets himself think it, just for a second: maybe Peter does mean home, his home, but home for Neal too. He nearly cries at the mere thought, and surely would cry, were it not for the fact that his tear ducts feel frozen shut.

“Home?” he brings himself to ask, as Peter pulls to a stop in front of the Burkes’ house.

“Yeah,” Peter says, looking at him questioningly. “El’s making soup tonight, and there’s a game on. We can have a fire, warm you up. Come on,” he finishes, stepping out of the car and gesturing for Neal to follow.

Despite everything, Neal feels a sudden surge of warmth envelop him. Peter had meant home. He gets out of the car, this time barely fumbling with the door handle at all.

Not one minute later, El is fussing over him a great deal more than he thinks is necessary. Not that he doesn’t appreciate it, because he does. But El is absolutely relentless, bustling him into a pair of faded old pajamas that are slightly too big on him, grabbing blankets from all over the house and piling them onto the couch for him to pick from, pushing a mug of steaming hot tea into his hands, and generally fretting over him, while Peter tells her the story of their evening and she shakes her head fondly.

“Are you sure you’re feeling warmed up now?” she asks, a few minutes later, as the three of them settle around the dining room table with delicious-smelling bowls of soup.

Neal gives her a smile and holds up his hands, no longer shaking. He is still a little cold, particularly in his fingers and toes and on top of his head where his still-damp hair is beginning to dry, but mostly, he’s warm, and as dry as he can be, and very, very happy.

He’s home.

aaagh big huge thanks for reading this!!!!! i am so happy rn, i finished this and my friends are coming in a bit for halloween and my 18th bday is tomorrow and i submit my first college apps tonight and aaa!! very excited very happy i hope that you are having an excellent day!! thanks for reading this fic like i said, and for reading any of my other whumptober fics too!!! this was such a fun month and i had such a great time!!!!!!

#whumptober2020 #altno.12 #water #white collar #fic #neal caffrey #cold #wet #supported walk #my writing #i say things #supported

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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heylu nikki jie!! im so glad to hear that your new job has been alot alot better than your old one cant believe youre really out here living ichika's life huh thats damn cool 😩 and eep i have a midterm tmr and one more next sat asfjfks its not as bad as it could be but still hoping i dont passaway 🤧

oh and for the ask game thingy you posted, i think one thing i remember you for would be your amazing imagery!! i really love how youre always so consistent with your themes in your fics and how you alway tie back to it and paint the most beautiful pictures in my head and im not a lit student but it makes me open a book full of your stuff and highlight and annotate them with color coordinated post its 🤣 as for scenes, i think the whole of who dares speak aloud these words lives in my head rent free ive reread it sO many times i love when yaku asked her to move in with him while they were eating and their convo when they bumped into each other on the corner of the street when they were coming back to apologise for their fight (i love you, i will say it as many times as you need, as loudly as i can until your heart is no longer broken <- idk if im quoting this right bUT IT WAS SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES) and obviously dream catcher was absolutely incredible all the poetry when akaashi realized he loved her and when he was losing his memories asfjsk i cant even quote cuz there were way too many amazingly written lines (sorry all this is like abit repetitive but i just love your stuff asfgjskdj)

i saw you were feeling abit down and aaa it sucks but i def get what you mean about feeling sad for absolutely no reason and feeling bad about it (usually i just read some of your angst in bed *ahem storm chaser* so then i would have a reason to be sad LMAO) but yea i think thats perfectly normal and all we can do is wait for it to fade hopefully (and you should totally bully mr nikki into giving you attention and cuddles at times like these 😤)

oH and i saw that ask about your nightmare and you waking mr nikki up asfjskjd BAHAHA YES I THINK YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY WRITE THAT 😛 and yES YOU SHOULD POST when the sun loves the moon iLL BE WAITING FOR IT 😋oH and i saw you have something stewing for osamu 👀👀 asfjfksj thats soso exciting

hope by the time youre reading this youre feeling better!! rest well this weekend nikki jie!! ❤️ ~ann:>

i really love my new job so much it's not even funny - i didn't know people could be good and kind at work until now! so haha yeah maybe i really am living ichika's life huh!! and all the best for your midterm, ann dearest!!!!

and it's amazing that you love my imagery - that's something i definitely work really hard on, idk maybe it's a bit nerdy, but yeah i really try to weave it into my stories, make it work narratively! and that scene omg - i thought it was cheesy, when yaku catches her and declares that he'll love her, that he'll keep loving her - i mean look, people aren't so eloquent irl but i like to think that the sentiment exists, y'know?

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU FOR LOVING DREAM CATCHER TSM OMG. that scene - yeah when akaashi loses his memories, i think i personally cried writing it? it really let me go full out crazy with poetry, and i went to town torturing akaashi in that scene!!!

yeah - i think it's kinda good that we realise that we can be sad for no reason, and just process that emotion - BUT HAHA GOOD IDEA LEMME GO PRETEND BE A CAT and demand attention from mr. nikki!!! pls lor that nightmare, i was really q terrified, but i don't feel bad at all for waking him up, because a year or two ago, when he was still working at a law firm, he dreamt that there was a black widow ON MY DAMN FACE and i woke up to my HUSBAND SMACKING MY FACE OMG. the fact that i didn't punch him but kinda soothed him back to sleep is TESTAMENT TO THE FACT THAT I AM A GOOD WIFE but yes ahem. anyway.

#Nikki chats!

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gaylotusthatexists · 4 years

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pairing: logicality, background roceit

summary: A collection of letters from Patton to Logan, no responses.

trigger warnings: it gets a little dark towards the end, mentions of therapy, ambiguous/kinda sad ending

word count: 1175

a/n: aaa ok it hasn’t been long since i posted the last fic b u t here is today’s pride prompt! today’s prompt was letters :) and this was. fun to write, but d a m n my mind went some places when writing this and i’m sorry haha. hope y’all enjoy tho ^^

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Dear Logan,

I miss you so much!

I know it‘s only been a week, but I think I might be going slightly insane without you. I was with Virgil the other day and he feels the same way - both of us can’t wait for you to get back! I know you’re out here doing important work and I support you, but it sucks you not being here.

I really hope you’re doing well though! It must be difficult, stuck out in the middle of nowhere doing your research. I’m so proud of you! We all are, of course, but me especially!

I know you said you may not have time to be writing all the time, but I really hope you get to chance to at least reply to some of the letters I send you. I’m going to try to send at least one every week, just like I promised, but even if you can’t do that, I hope you can send some kind of response. Even just a postcard! Or, well, I guess there aren’t exactly any postcards in the middle of a rainforest, but a photo would maybe be nice? Do you have a camera with you? I noticed you forgot to take your phone - or maybe you couldn’t bring it with you, that would make sense as well.

Anyhoo, I love you so much Logan! I cannot wait for your return!

Lots of love,

Patton

~*~

Dear Logan,

It’s been a month now, has it? I haven’t received any letters back from you, but maybe they just haven’t reached me yet. Or maybe you can’t send them from where you are - that’s okay too! I just hope that these letters are reaching you.

Virgil was upset yesterday. He said that he was worried about you, because you hadn’t been responding to any of his letters either. I told Virgil not to worry, because you’re super brave and tough and would never let yourself get into any kind of trouble! I know you’re doing just fine out there, I bet things are going brilliantly! Anyway, Virgil felt a little better after we made some cookies together - I found a new recipe, by the way, you’ll have to try them when you get back home!

Roman asked me to say hello to you as well! He’s been pretty busy lately, since that show he got casted in started performing a couple weeks ago. I know you aren’t a massive fan of musicals, but I booked us two tickets for when you return, it would mean a lot to Roman if we both went to support him, and I’d certainly like to spend some quality time with you. He said that he misses making fun of you, and I told him to not be mean, but he just laughed and said that you could take it. Apparently it’s just a joke between the two of you - I don’t really get that, being mean is still being mean even if it’s just for a laugh, but I didn’t want to argue. If he’s wrong, though, let me know, I’ll tell him!

Well, I just want to let you know that I still love you, as always, and am anxiously waiting your return. Hopefully you’ll be back in time for Roman’s performance - we still have a month left, although you didn’t specify when you’d be returning. You can’t be that long, though, right? It’s fine, either way. I’m so proud of you, Logan!

Lots of love,

Patton

~*~

Dear Logan,

I went to see Roman’s performance last night. In all honestly, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad that you weren’t there, but I know your work is important! Maybe we can go see it when you get back - it’s still playing for a few more months, we have plenty of time! Virgil came along with me, anyway, and he enjoyed it just as much, even though he isn’t a massive fan of crowds.

I still haven’t received any letters from you. I don’t know if they just haven’t arrived in the mail yet, but... I don’t know. Virgil is even more worried, now, thinking that something bad has happened to you. But I know you’re just fine! If something really bad had happened, we would have heard, wouldn’t we? Yeah, you’re just fine. Maybe it’s my letters that aren’t reaching you? It must be difficult to deliver a letter all the way to where you are.

Things are going alright with me, at least. It’s difficult not having you around the house and all, but I’m still keeping on top of all my work and household chores and everything! I started volunteering at this animal shelter, the dogs there are so cute! Still working at the school though - it’s almost summer, you know? The kids are all so excited about the summer holidays. I think when the holidays begin I might look for a part time job, there’s a café opening soon who needs someone to work weekends.

I hope that you’ll come back soon, though. Summer will be so lonely without you here! I know I have Virgil and Roman and everyone - did I tell you that Roman has a new boyfriend? His name is Janus, he’s also in Roman’s show. They’re so cute together! We’ve been telling Janus all about you, he can’t wait to finally meet you!

Anyway, as always, I love you, and hope you are doing well. I’m proud of you!

Love, Patton

~*~

Logan,

It’s been... It’s been quite a few months now, right? You still haven’t responded to any of my letters. I’m scared worried.

It’s been lonely, without you here. It’s summer now. I did get that part time job in the café, but had to quit the shelter. Don’t really have enough energy to keep that up.

It’s been really difficult recently to convince myself of doing anything. I miss you so, so much.

I started seeing this guy - Dr Picani, he’s a therapist. Not because there’s anything wrong with me! Seriously, I’m doing just fine, just... it’s just having someone to talk to, y’know? Virgil and Roman both get a little bored of me talking about you after a while, or just shut me down whenever I bring it up. Besides, Virgil was beginning to get worried about me, apparently, and Virgil recommended Emile Dr Picani to me. Said he was really good :) and he has been, so far.

I miss you. Please come back soon.

Love,

Patton

~*~

Hi,

I think it’s been a while since my last letter. It’s really, really difficult to find the energy to write these days. Especially knowing you probably won’t reply.

There isn’t really anything to report. Nothing’s been happening in my life recently. I quit the job at the café too. Mostly just want to sleep.

I just wanted to say that I love you, again. And forever. I’ll always love you, Logan. I have to keep holding on to that fact.

I miss you. Please, please come back.

Pat

#prideprompts2020 #sanders sides #thomas sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #logicality #my writing #my fanfic #my fanfiction

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jason-the-mommas-boy · 4 years

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hello darling Narrator!! okay idc if this is a request or something for the book but,,, Jason helping his s/o with their hair/makeup,,, he’s so precious and would be so gentle when working with hair?? he might not be the best at it but he’s number one in my heart

aa!! anon, im so sorry that this took so long but I just really loved this idea and I also mixed it with one of the february prompts I had planned so that’s the main reason it took this long aaa…I hope you enjoy it though!! also bonus points for anyone who knows what the book I reference is at the end)

Jason Voorhees braids his S/O’s hair (and more)

Prompt / Summary - Sleepover!!! / nails prompt from the 2020 February prompt list made by @ / hiddendreamer67 (yes ill be doing all of them eventually!!)

Word Count: 6.7k

Jason can’t remember much about his childhood after all these years.

Yes, of course, he remembers his mommy, the bullies that tortured him at the camp, and the overwhelming feeling of water running down into his lungs. But the small details have completely dropped from his memory as his decaying body grew older. Though, as soon as you entered into his life and he accepted that fact, the small stuff you did would irk the forgotten things.

You taking his measurements for example. You were going to get him a new shirt as a surprise once you learned that he absolutely adored turtlenecks, but you needed to make sure it would fit on the giant man! Jason didn’t question it, if he had to be honest, you had done weirder things. Much to his surprise, this little action had reminded him back to when he was just a kid, his mommy doing the same exact thing! She’d take his measurements, and leave a kiss on his forehead for behaving so well afterwards.

These memories often left him feeling happier. It was something positive that he could take away from when he was a child as most things were very negative. But it also meant that you just kept putting a positive impact on his life! You were such an angel in his eyes.

A few days ago, he had another one of these moments. It was late in the evening when you arrived at Jason’s cabin, a little bit of (messy) makeup adorning your face. You had a big meeting at your job that day and felt like it was important to look better than usual so you wouldn’t leave an okay or worse impression.

You’re a little dumbfounded when your boyfriend opens the door to let you in, he freezes up, and goes blank. He’s never seen you in makeup before! And??? If he didn’t already have a dead heart, it would have stopped beating at that very moment! You were so pretty already and now you’re even more pretty??? Oh, RIP this poor man. It seems like every other day you were giving him an entirely new reason to love you.

But it also reminded him of when he was younger. His mommy would let him put makeup on her face if he wished to do so after a particularly long day at camp. He’d grab a washcloth and clean her face before placing a lot of makeup on her. He thought his mommy looked just lovely with it and it would always destress him or calm him down.

“Jason?” Your voice called out, pulling him away from the trance you had put him in.

Right, you were still outside the cabin, waiting for him. He let you inside, taking a step to the side. A warm fire was already ready when you stepped in, the warmth inviting you to sit and relax. But even before you even thought about taking a seat on that couch, Jason stopped you and made sure you were paying attention to him for the minute. He made the heart shape with his hands and then he gestured towards your face.

It took a moment before you realized what he was trying to say. With a smile, you looked up to him. “Aww! Do you like my makeup?”

He nodded, happy that his message came across.

He made another notion quickly afterwards, pointing to your lips. He wasn’t sure how else to express what he wanted to do! Being mute could be extremely difficult sometimes.

You tilted your head, giving him a confused look. “Err, wha?”

Uh, okay. This time he tried to hold an imaginary brush up to your face and made a few strokes, as if he were painting on a canvas. Was that any better? He wasn’t exactly sure.

Silence. Then you blink a few times, having stared at his fingers with a skeptical face.

“You would like to do my makeup?”

Jason nodded again, this time much more excited. He’s already shown that he just loved brushing your hair, which made sense. He didn’t have any hair of his own and probably found the action itself soothing. So it’s really no surprise to you that he’d like to do your makeup as well! Honestly, your boyfriend just loved doing stuff for you.

You pat his arm as an idea popped into your head! “Jason! Why don’t we just have a sleepover? You can do my makeup and hair and I’ll do your nails! How’s that sound to my special boy?”

Oh! Sure!

You didn’t have any of your makeup with you, though. You were more than sure that Jason didn’t either. Yeah, he took everything he could find from the dead campers, but it was pretty unlikely the people here would pack lipstick in their supplies.

It seemed like Jason was having the same thoughts as you. He was also a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to do your makeup tonight, but he was still just as happy to have you here, in his home, and hopefully, be in his arms soon.

You bite your lip. “Don’t worry I’ll bring everything we need, okay?” You got an understanding nod in response. Okay, cool!

Oh, but a sleepover??? The masked killer can’t remember if he ever had a sleepover before. Probably not. He never recalled having any friends back at camp besides his mommy, but she was always busy with her job as the cook most of the time.

You’ve also never stayed the night before! There were so many new experiences you were providing him!

“Is this weekend okay with you? That way I can come by early perrrhaps? I don’t want you to put makeup on me just to take it off before we sleep.”

He shook his head as if to say, Oh, absolutely not, there could be campers out there to hurt you-

You bit your lip and tugged at his sleeve. “Pleeease? Take a few hours off that routine for me? I’m sure there’ll be no teenagers running about.”

Oh, what was he thinking? He couldn’t say no to you. As long as you were spending all that time with him, it was okay. More time spent with you, the better, he guessed. With a nod, he pressed his mask against your forehead, mocking a kiss.

With the plan made, all there was needed to do was wait on Jason’s part. Which he already continuously struggled with on a daily basis. Yes, he had patience for the kill, but he did not have patience to wait for you!

Well, Jason assumed that if you were going to stay the night, you would most likely want a warm place to sleep. While he had his own bedroom, it was extremely cold, no thanks to the giant hole in the roof. He also found that the tunnels underneath were also unfit, as they were cramped and filled with rats. He didn’t know your opinion on the rodents but he didn’t want to give you a scare. He considered moving the fireplace for a moment, but then realized it would be chilly in the main room instead! Were you fine with sleeping on the couch (with himself by your side)?

The next few days would pass by, agonizingly slow in Jason’s opinion, but he wouldn’t complain. You still visited at night to hang out with him! To cuddle on the couch and let you talk about your day. He just loved having you in his arms (or be in your arms!) and just being able to enjoy your company as much as you enjoyed his. He was just too excited for his own good sometimes.

As much as time mocked the poor boy, it also went by terrifyingly fast. The weekend was already here! The sun found itself sitting at the horizon just as Jason was making his way around the woods, reminiscing on the events of the past few nights with you. He needed to make sure there were definitely no campers at or around the camp. He just wants to enjoy his first sleepover with you and not have any disruptions! Only when he was sure that the area was free of intruders, he made his way back to his home.

A step in and he’s already on his way to get stuff out for the sleepover. He places a stack of firewood near the fireplace, enough to last the whole night to keep you all nice and warm. Well, he thinks it’s enough, but knowing Jason, he probably overstocked.. He doesn’t have the best sense of time unfortunately. To play it safe, he also had a couple of blankets sitting on the couch so that you would not freeze to death in the middle of the night, especially since he didn’t provide any body heat. Oh, and pillows, of course. Your comfort was his top priority.

Did you need food? You never really ate when you visited before…maybe you would at least need something to eat in the morning. But if you were to even mention being hungry before then, he would leap at the opportunity to do something for you. His chest always seemed to get fuzzy when you praised him and he genuinely liked that feeling. It was a drive to do more things for you, though he would have done anything for you even if he didn’t. Your happiness was the goal that he set to achieve every time you step foot on his grounds.

Just as he sets extra pillows down on the couch, he hears the ring of the bells chime in a familiar pattern from down below. Loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough for no one else to pick up on it unless they were paying attention. It was your way of communicating that you were almost to the cabin for a visit.

Oh, he was excited. There was no use in hiding that. He just loved it whenever you came by, no matter if it was almost a nightly basis. It was the idea that you were sleeping over that really excited him. There was the aspect of being able to do your makeup and hair as well. The detail that you wanted to take care of his nails didn’t slip by him either, but he wasn’t sure on what that really meant.

He lifts his hands up so they’re in his eye view, turning them so he could look at his fingernails. Was there something wrong with his nails? He didn’t think so, maybe they were just too long? Jason wasn’t really that caught up in how much self-care was deemed acceptable in society, he just didn’t care, but maybe he should be taking care of himself better. He did have a significant other to impress now.

He shrugs the thought off, leaning down on one knee to toss some logs into the fireplace. The lack of self cleanliness didn’t seem to bother you from what he could tell. Yeah, he had the decency to let you wash his clothes every now and then or stand out in the rain in attempt to wash off the dirt and blood on his jacket and jeans (much to your dismay), but he didn’t do much other than that.

With newspaper and wood in the fireplace, it was set for a fire, to which he eagerly started. He has no need to stay warm, he didn’t get sick or anything alike, and didn’t even mind the cold, but the heat that the fire provided was a reminder of you. Not just because he only set the fire just for you when you were about to arrive, but also because it reminded him of your warmth, the body heat that you radiated. You were just so warm compared to him, which was no surprise as he was a walking corpse and you were a living human being.

The fire itself finally roars to life, flames intertwining with one another as he stands back up. A smile found itself on his lips, it was genuinely a funny thought that you were perfectly okay with dating someone that was like a zombie, even as going far as cuddling and kissing him. He was a murderer too but you seemed to be okay with this fact too after a while. It was understood that he wanted to be left alone on his land and wanted no guests, with you as the odd exception to this rule. You weren’t afraid of who he was, not even slightly disgusted, and with this fact, his undead heart overflowed with emotion in his chest.

Jason was unknowingly poking at the fire with a stick, struck with this sense of boredom while still being excited for your arrival. He didn’t know how to explain it, maybe it was just a side effect of impatience when something he was waiting for was so close. He runs his tongue over his teeth, trying to understand this new emotion to the best of his abilities. This wasn’t the first time that you, whether you meant it or not, caused him to feel something entirely new.

It seems like all you did was provide new. New emotions, experiences, memories, desires, and a lot of many other things he couldn’t put his finger on. It was all new to him, as most of his years were spent feeling anger and remorse, killing anyone who dared to step on the campgrounds. He wasn’t the way he was now though, only shaped by the world, your kindness and childhood memories he would find along the way. He’d been a blank slate with a few morals already set in place, a curious young boy eager to learn given the opportunity.

A gentle knock kicks him out from his thinking, dragging his attention away from the fire to the door.

You were here!

Dropping his poking stick, he scrambles to the door to open it. With a motion, the door was opened and boom, you were there! The ever-so adorable you was standing at his doorstep, a backpack scooped up in your arms, and a smile on your face. You were practically a beam of sunshine in his dark little corner of the world at this very moment.

“Hey!” You greet, moving the bag in your arms so you could wave at the masked killer of Camp Blood.

He waves back before plucking the backpack from you with ease and moving aside so you could enter. You were a guest in his home and Jason was not going to allow you to do any physical labor, even if it wasn’t a big deal for you. The bag itself wasn’t even that heavy, and probably felt like a feather in Jason’s hand, but your boyfriend didn’t care.

You roll your eyes playfully and walk inside, making sure to close the door behind you as well. “Why, thank you, Jason.”

The way he perks up at your praise does not go unnoticed, the smile behind his hockey mask completely evident. He nods in response, shrugging in the process as to say that it wasn’t a big deal.

A gentle hand sets on your shoulder as he leads you to the couch, to where the warm fire and blankets were. He was no stranger to the cold outside, even if it was early enough for the sun to be out. You oblige (there was no use in fighting with your boyfriend on this, was there?) and set yourself on the old cushions.

You take a folded blanket off the stack of squares and smile, more to yourself. Jason didn’t need to go out of his way to find his stash of blankets, as experience reminds you that he had to go searching for one for a little bit the first time you complained that you were cold. Maybe it really did get that chilly at night here.

Unfolding the blanket as the gentle giant beside you took his own seat, you sit up and place a kiss on the lower part of Jason’s hockey mask. “Mmm, thank you.” And, to make sure he understood, you rest the blanket on both of your laps.

It seems that no matter how many times you show him physical affection, he’ll never really get used to it. It’s alien to him no matter what, as it always got him to freeze up and take a few moments to unwind the growing flustered feelings. Even if the kiss wasn’t directly skin-to-skin contact, the act itself always made the poor boy feel overwhelmed if he wasn’t prepared for it or the one initiating the affection first.

With a slow nod, Jason leans down to return the favor with a mock kiss on the forehead. His mask wasn’t exactly the most pleasant thing to feel, the fiberglass was always cold to the touch. This was more than likely due to the body heat your boyfriend seems to never produce. It was also a bit rough, with all the cuts from the use over the years.

The masked killer sitting by your side gently taps your shoulder with two fingers to gain your attention before it could drift away, lifting your backpack into his lap and tilting his head as if to say What is this for?

You giggle, finding his curiosity cute. “It’s my things for the sleepover.”

He tilts his head the other way. Surely you did not have that much makeup just lying around.

“It isn’t just the stuff I said I would bring silly.”

Oh?

Taking the bag from his grasp, you pull the longest zipper open to reveal clothes and a few toiletries. You grab a shirt as an example to show him. “I brought things like pajamas to wear tonight and clothes to change into tomorrow. My toothbrush, toothpaste, lotion, and all that stuff.”

Ah. So there was more to taking care of yourself than just keeping your clothes clean. Jason nods, understanding. Of course you would bring other things to make sure you kept clean.

You place the piece of clothing back into the backpack and reach further in to locate and pull out a hairbrush. You eye the object for a moment before looking back up to your expectant boyfriend. “You wanted to brush my hair, right?”

He nods again with a child-like glee in his eyes, he just adored brushing your hair.

Instead of simply handing the brush over, you point to his hands. “You know the drill, Silly. Your hands must be clean before you can touch my hair.”

With a glance towards where you had pointed, Jason realizes that his hands are grimey and covered in dirt. While it was true that his hands weren’t dirty enough to leave marks on anything, it still would be the best route to clean his hands before touching your hair. He didn’t want to ruin your pretty hair!

The cabin he resided in no longer had running water as the years passed by, and while Jason could do many things, he didn’t know how to make the sink work again. To make up for that, he keeps water bottles he’s stolen from campers and the few you got him in his (no longer working) fridge. He really didn’t need water, his body didn’t require it to function properly, and only really kept the water to wash his hands and other things if he needed to.

So, he was stuck washing his hands awkwardly in the sink that didn’t work with some soap bar he found most of the time. And that’s what he’s planning to do as he pushed the blanket off his lap to the side and stood up. Well, before you tugged at the sleeve of his jacket.

When he looks down to you, you smile and tilt your head, an action Jason would have done if he had a question. “Can I wash your hands? I need to scrub those nails.” You pause, seeing the confusion in his eyes. “For the nail polish and stuff.” Another awkward pause, was he waiting for something? “Just uh, fill a bowl with water and bring it over here with the soap, okay?”

The masked killer stood there for a moment before nodding, agreeing to your request. He leans down to pat your head and continues to make his way toward the decaying kitchen to grab what he needed. He could practically feel his heart flutter in his chest, almost questioning if it would leap out and start running all over the place. One of his favorite things in the world was having your tiny hands in his. It didn’t matter if your hands were actually tiny compared to another normal human’s, they were tiny in his hands! It genuinely made him feel like his heart was melting.

Wait. Did he have any bowls in the cabin? He should, right? It seems like such a silly question to ask himself, but he never really looked into the kitchen. He didn’t need food or water and he was perfectly okay with using his mother’s machete as a murder weapon, so there was no use in searching the kitchen for stuff he simply didn’t need. And when did he ever recall the use of a bowl?

He takes a step into the kitchen, somewhat hesitant and suddenly feeling lost in his own home. The bowls would be in the cabinet if his memory served him right. With one swift movement, he finds himself standing at multiple cabinets connected to the wall. Pulling at the tiny knob, there’s a relief flooding through him when he does find the bowls sitting there right in front of him.

They were a little dusty and a little cracked from age, but that’s okay. He eyes them and picks out one that looks like it was the least likely to spill anything. They weren’t very big, probably couldn’t even fit one of his hands in it, but it was better than having to head down into the tunnels and go scavenge for some doggy dish.

Satisfied, he closes the cabinet and grabs the other two items he needs to be able to complete his little quest and sit back down with you.

His little feet stomps were enough to tell you that Jason was walking back and by the time you were going to turn your head around to greet him again, he was sitting back down on the couch. Ah, right. Mister long legs.

You lend your hand out, a way of asking for the bowl that he had in his grasp, to which he complied. “Thank you again.” You smile at him, gently squeezing his hand before taking the bowl, which was holding the water bottle and an unopened bar of soap.

You move the objects out of the dish, quickly filling it with the water instead with the help of Jason steadying the bowl in his hands so it wouldn’t spill over. You balance it in a safe spot between the two of you, getting the man before you to wet his hands as you take the bar of soap out of the box.

Wetting the soap just after Jason moves himself out of your way, you gesture for him to give you one of his hands and set to gently scrubbing at his palm. He was perfectly capable of washing his own hands, but it was going to be easier if it was you picking at the dirt in his nails. Also, his hands were nice, there was no denying that.

You look up, making an attempt to keep the silence sitting in the air at bay. “Have you ever had your nails painted before?”

He shakes his head. An obvious answer to you now when you consider that the poor boy didn’t have any friends when he was younger.

Feeling a bit of guilt boil in your gut, you bite your lip and try to keep the conversation positive in case any unwanted memories found their way to Jason. “Well, I don’t have many colors to choose from, but you’re free to choose what you want. We can do different colors if you’d like.”

Jason nods to this, the proposal more than agreeable. Honestly, he was just happy to have an excuse to feel your fingers on his. It left the tips of his ears feeling tingly, a very pleasant buzz that probably would have left a blush on his cheeks.

“Just, uh, don’t touch anything after I paint your nails! They’re gonna need to dry off.” It was a reminder that needed to be set. If someone hadn’t told you to not go touch crazy when you were younger, nail polish would have gotten on everything. But Jason gives another nod, understanding.

Okay, next hand. You pat his other arm as you let go of the one you just finished scrubbing the dirt and grime off of. And with that, you start your work.

“How would you like to put my hair up this time? Braids? Ponytail? Bun?” You grab his attention with a smile and wait for his answer.

It takes him a moment before he raises his recently cleaned hand up with one index finger up, indicating the first option you listed. “Braids, huh?”

He nods, confirming his answer to you.

“Okay!” You squeeze his hand, giggling somewhat. The first time he tried to put your hair up in braids was a little more than just messy, but it was fun for you both in the process and in the end result.

The water in the bowl was a little more than dirty by the time you give back Jason’s hand, leaving both of them cleaner than before. You drop the bar of soap back into its box and set it and the dish on the floor to move it out of the way.

Jason is wondering if he should wipe his hands off on his dirty pants or not, and settles for very carefully drying them off on his shirt. He didn’t want to erase the effort you put into scrubbing his palms but he also didn’t want to make your hair wet. You offer him your hairbrush for him to take, and with nothing in the way between you two, you scoot in closer to his lap and turn around.

It only takes a few moments until you feel a very light trace of fingers running around your hairline. At this point, it feels like you are never going to get used to how gentle your boyfriend is around you when you know how much strength he can put out at will. It draws a shudder out of you as he drags his fingers through your hair and you easily relax into his touch.

It didn’t matter if your hair was a mess, greasy, tangled up, or just plain gross, Jason loved it. For someone to trust him enough to be able to be this close and touch something such as their hair without a care in the world reminds him of what he so dearly needed. Human contact, bonding, something he very much lacked in his childhood with others around his age. Sure, there were other activities, but brushing your hair was his favorite. There was something so satisfying about it to him. Was it the brushing out the tangles, playing with something so soft with his fingers as he styles it to his liking, or just having you so close to him that he could straddle you in his grasp and smell you? It was a mix of all of them, he guesses.

And with a silent breath, Jason runs the brush through your hair.

There weren’t many tangles, he finds out. Which, in his book, was good. He didn’t know if you had a sensitive scalp or not, and the last thing he wanted was to see you in tears because he pulled at a tangle too harshly. You always seemed to be fine when he brushed your hair, but he could never be too sure.

Otherwise, he was enjoying himself, especially when he finally brushes out all the little tangles, leaving him to brush your hair mindlessly. You didn’t complain about this, it felt nice to feel the brush move gently around your scalp with no real intention. This was nice.

Jason sets the brush down on his thigh and moves his fingers back through your hair, relishing in how nice it was. He separates it into three parts, trying to make them all equal as best as he could. If he had to be honest with himself, he wasn’t the best at braiding. His hands were awkwardly too large in some instances and the braid itself was always too loose to hold for very long. He liked doing it though, practice makes perfect after all.

He starts the braiding process, feeling a little lost as he did so. It felt a little confusing just because he’d forget which part to move, even if it was making itself clear as day to him.

He leans down to rest his chin on your head once he gets close to finishing the braid. It was a little out of nowhere for you, but it was enjoyable nevertheless. He moves a free hand to run down to your arm from your shoulder, patting at your skin along the way with two fingers. Was he trying to grab your attention?

Just in case, you turn your head to the best of your abilities without disrupting his little resting spot on your scalp. “Hm?”

He tugs at the bottom of your braid with care, inferring something, to which he hopes that you’ll get what he was trying to say.

Oh, oh!

“You need a scrunchie, don’t you?” You ask, and feel Jason tap his fingers again in response.

That was a yes by your standards, so you stretch out your leg to fetch your backpack by the straps with your foot. There was no necessary reason to get up and leave your boyfriend’s gentle grasp when he was getting himself comfortable. You lean forward just a tiny bit to grab the bag once you could reach for it and pull it into your chest. It wasn’t long before you found your tiny bag of scrunchies sitting amongst your clothes, and you take one out for the gentle giant behind you to take.

The object leaves your hand pretty quickly, and you feel Jason sit back up to wrap it at the end of your braid to finish the look. The braid itself feels like it would fall apart at any moment, but gosh, did it feel nice to have such big hands playing around in your hair.

You flip yourself around so you are facing Jason again, placing the bag in your lap as you opened up another zipper. You reveal its contents to him, showing him the makeup supplies that you brought. “You wanted to do my makeup, right?”

He nods, a huff coming out from him as he brings a hand up to fix a few stray hairs near your face. With that, you can’t hide the faint blush on your cheeks. It was so unfair that this monster of a man didn’t even have to try that hard to make you a little flustered, and it was even more unfair that he usually never meant to do so!

“I already cleaned my face before I got here so…you can do whatever with what I have!” You take out a small tube of lipstick. “I don’t have many colors or a lot of anything, is that alright?”

Of course it was! He gives another nod and digs his fingers into the pouch, peering into what items he could see.

“Okay! Just don’t poke my eye out.” You joke, dropping the lipstick back to where you had grabbed it. A smile pulls at your lips as you hear a noise erupt from him while his shoulders give a light shake, a voiceless laugh sounding from him.

It was only really funny to him because he would never hurt you, he knows that he has to be very gentle with humans, or, well, you. Any other human he doesn’t care if he hurts or not as long as their injury or death was justified, but if you got hurt, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself. He nods to what you say anyways, shrugging his shoulders to convey that he won’t, he doesn’t have a reason to.

Jason pulls out a cylinder tube from your backpack, something comically small in his grasp. He uncaps it to better recognize what it was. It produced a wand with some black fuzz at the end. He was familiar with the use of it, but the name was escaping his tongue.

You, on the other hand, knew that what he was holding was a tiny bottle of mascara. If you remember correctly, it was a sample size you had gotten from a store not even a month ago.

He makes a tilting motion of his head and then points to you with his index finger, he wants you to do the same thing. You comprehend this and do so and close. your eyes.

His hands are shaky and unsure, the mascara wand shaking a little bit as he applied it to your eyelashes. He had to be careful! Jason definitely did not want to accidentally rub mascara onto your skin and if he knew any better, makeup was not easy to take off. He made a few strokes before pulling away, the absence of his presence near your face told you he was finished and sitting back.

You flutter your eyes a bit, giving your boyfriend a playful look. “Am I looking good so far?”

Jason nods, his chest a little warmer. You always looked nice in his opinion. Even if you were trying to push against him in the rain for him to get back inside, you still somehow managed to be the most beautiful thing he’s laid his eyes on. It was just very frustrating that he didn’t know how to express that without a voice.

“Why thank you.”

He shrugs and puts the tiny tube of makeup back into the pouch. Amongst his search for something else to use, he found a few lipsticks, all which were varying in color and shades. He could easily name what these were, as it was his favorite thing to play around with when he was younger.

Jason takes his time in putting up each one near your face, testing to see which one best complimented your skin color. After a moment, he seems to be happy with his second option and continues to place the rest of the cosmetics back to where they previously sat. He gestures for you to sit up and he cups your chin with his expected gentleness.

He’s careful and considerably more steady when he applies the lipstick, obviously more confident with this item of makeup. He tries to not put on too much and not smudge any of it, but the key word is tries. His big hands are the cause of his mistake, accidentally smudging some of the color off your lips when he was pulling back and has to fight the urge to try to wipe it away

A giggle escapes you, essentially grabbing his attention away from the accident to you. It was a sign to convey that it was alright, things happen.

The item is put back where it belongs in your bag, packing the hairbrush too, and he was a little unsure of what else to do. He didn’t have much experience in the makeup department, and within the awkwardness of his confusion, you speak up. “Are you done?”

He’s contemplating on how to answer, still unsure himself. Jason takes a quick glance at you, a little flutter in his stomach making itself known, and nods. He almost captured the way you had looked a few days ago and he enjoys that.

“Well, what do you think?” You ask, giving him a smile.

Despite his mistake still prominent, you still look really pretty! He forms a little heart with his hands to tell you his thoughts, his lips forming a smile behind the mask.

You reach up to squeeze his wrist and give a half-suppressed laugh. “Awwe, always the gentleman.” Pride fills his chest and he pats your arm before pushing the backpack back towards you.

You scavenge through the bag’s pouch and pull out a few bottles of nail polish, one that is filled with a clear liquid while the others are of different colors. You present the ones with color to Jason in your palms, offering them to him. “Pick a color!”

Your masked boyfriend hesitates, viewing his options before plucking one of the bottles from your grasp.

“Yellow? Okay.” You nod, putting the rest of the colors back in their little pouch and moving your backpack to the floor. You pause, tapping the yellow nail polish. “Yellow’s your favorite color, huh?”

It was obvious, kind of. He had shown you a lot of attention in thanks when you had given him a yellow turtleneck sweater not too long ago. His bedroom had a lot of yellow knickknacks and his tiny garden he started with you were mostly filled with yellow flowers.

With no surprise, Jason nods. He made it no secret, he very much enjoys the color. If anything, it was a reminder of you to have when you’re gone. Yellow is a very vibrant color that he associates with happiness and he considers you his little patch of sunshine! You definitely made his life way better the moment you walked into it and stood your ground. It only made sense, right?

You give a dip of your head and gesture for him to give you his hands. “Before we can paint your nails, we have to put on this clear coat so it lasts longer. Is that okay?”

He confirms his consent and you hunch over, starting to administer the clear coat onto his nails with the small brush. Nail polish is colder than what the masked killer assumed and shudders out of surprise. You take the yellow nail polish and start applying it to every other fingernail, cleaning up any mistakes you make with your sleeve. Jason was staying very still as you worked, not even flexing his fingers like you would have in an impatient hurry. It’s appreciated that’s for sure.

The varnish is quick to dry just as you finish applying the pink, though still wet enough to be easily ruined. You put the color off to the side and sit up, giving Jason a better view at the nails you had painted so far. “Do you like?”

Yellow looks nice on him, Jason thinks. He likes it and he has to bite back on the desire to hug you to better show you his appreciation, but finds an alternative. Jason leans down and presses his hockey mask against your forehead. This was nice.

You sit up and plant a kiss against his cheek in return, leaving a lipstick kiss mark in the spot. You can’t tell if Jason acknowledges this fact, but it just makes him look so much softer and cuter. Now, if he were wearing his sweater you got him, he’d be the definition of adorable.

You speak up and tug at your backpack, “I, uh, have a book in my backpack if you want me to read it to you…? You told me that your mom used to read stories to you so I thought you’d like me to read to you?”

He was this close to hugging you right now, oh gosh. You were so attentive to what he was always trying to say in actions. He nods his head excitedly, watching you peak through your bag one last time for the evening to pull out a black book.

“Get comfy.” You tease, adjusting your position to turn around and sit in his lap. He follows your instructions, hunching down to rest his head on your shoulders to not only see the cover better, but to nuzzle into your cheek.

You lick your lips and open the book. “The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do…“

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