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#i did not go into this show ever expecting to feel things lemme tell you
lyneira · 1 year
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♡ 1 sit-up = 1 kiss ♡
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-> you challenge the genshin men to do sit-ups, but with each rep, they also get a kiss from you (just like in the gif above!) How would they react?
suggestive in some parts!
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"I'm getting ripped tonight~" rip that [redacted]"
Itto, Childe,
They'll immediately be on the floor and all ready to go when you propose this challenge because he would be ABSOLUTELY pumped up. Like, c'mon. He gets to show off his physical prowess and get a little love from you at the same time? HECK YEAH 💪 by the time he's finished, his abs are going to be rock harder than ever and your lips are going to feel numb after kissing him hundreds of times (and let's be honest, that number probably wouldn't be an exaggeration)
Even with both of your lips being numb, he'll still expect more than just a "couple" of pecks on the lips to satiate him after you've tired him out. You've made him sweat, so it's only fair that he gets to make you sweat too. And y'all will get physical, alright ;)
"Lemme just kiss you!"
Venti, Kaveh, Scaramouche, Xiao, Diluc
He'd scoff at the idea and would roll over, whining, "Why should I do that when I can just kiss you without doing any work?" He'll go in for a kiss, but you'll instantly block it with your hand, clicking your tongue and teasingly telling him that he'll have to earn your kisses today.
I think he'll be stubborn and would still refuse to commit to your challenge for a little while before finally giving in. He'd miss your lips too much and can't go a day without your kiss, after all. He'll go down to the floor with furrowed brows and a big pout on his face, ready for the "strenuous" exercise Yet, soon, that frown would gradually turn upside down with each sit-up and kiss you'd give him.
Okay, tbh, it won't be a full, big smile because he'd slowly be dying both inside and out after each rep LOL. He's doing his best! Needless to say, he probably wouldn't get through a whole lot of reps and would be laying there, panting heavily, all sweaty and tired out by the end of that little workout session (-> mainly applied to Venti, Kaveh, and maybe Scaramouche? Xiao and Diluc would probably get through it easily, the whole thing would just be a bit annoying to them)
"The things you make me do for you, y/n...", he'd huff.
You'd giggle and lean down towards his face, "you did a good job, sweetheart~", and would then pepper his face with a multitude of kisses. "Here's your reward", you'd continue, planting a loving kiss onto his lips. And with the way he'd melt into your lips and softly moan, you would have guessed that he finally thought it was worth it after all.
Makes it interesting
Heizou, Kaeya, Ayato, Alhaitham, Baizhu
He'd agree to your challenge, but not without making it interesting in his own way. If you were going to challenge him, then he'd give you a challenge too: Could you resist him as he was doing what you had asked of him? Let's see.
Before he begins your challenge, he'd pull off his top, exposing his toned upper body, and he'd smirk to himself as he watched how you were already distracted and were practically drooling at his display. This would make the next part all the more enjoyable for him.
So the challenge would start off fine with you two giving each other a simple, quick peck after each rep. Yet, soon enough, he'd bring in more passion into his kisses, taking a bit more time on your lips after each one. His kisses would leave you wanting more, would make you forget about the exercising part and he knew this, so he'd continue with his reps, despite you attempting to hold him still.
To make matters worse, he'd also begin teasing you with his tongue, licking your bottom lip quickly, pulling back to complete his rep, and sitting back up to eventually go deeper with it, allowing his tongue to dance with yours. Even when you thought that he finally quit with the sit-ups, he again pulled back to complete another rep.
At some point, you'd have enough of his teasing and would pin him down and devour his lips, fueled by the hunger he had instilled in you. You two would eventually forget about your challenge and would have a heated makeout session instead. Seems like his plan worked, hehe
Indulges you
Zhongli, Cyno, Tighnari, Kazuha, Albedo, Dainsleif
He initially raises an eyebrow, wondering what spurred the sudden challenge on, but he won't back down from it, even if it does seem a bit trivial. Anyway, he'd be able to do it with ease, barely even breaking a sweat during the exercise.
And while he does enjoy this "fun" way of kissing you, he knows that this would simply go on for forever if he doesn't do anything. So after a certain rep, he would take the opportunity to surprise you with a long and deep kiss, holding your face firmly. When he breaks away, he'd look at your flushed face with a smile.
"Must I do more sit-ups to kiss you?"
You'd answer him by pouncing on him and kissing him.
>///<
Gorou, Thoma
They'd have a difficult time getting through the exercise, not because of the physical workout itself, but because they'd be flustered the whole time. You'd be giving him more kisses than usual and would be encouraging him so much all while having that beloved bright expression on your face as he does your challenge. This would simply be too much for his heart to handle that he'd end up collapsing mid-sit-up, and covering his face with his hands. You'd lean over and ask,
"Too tired?"
"No....you're just too cute"
If you wanna get him even more shy, gently pull off his hands from his face, give him a big ol' kiss on his lips, then say, "Well, I think you're cute too 😘" and watch him combust lol
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a/n: I was just looking for cute gifs when I came across this one and was immediately inspired to write this, haha. l also kinda gave up heading towards the end ngl, the writer's block is too real for me rn :'D
© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS
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shawtuzi · 2 years
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i didn’t expect this to be so long but idc here’s some plug!eren hc’s bc i’m feening for him and i need him extremely bad
minors dni/// cw include: drug use, smut (there’s a little gun kink in here i’m sorry), fluff, black coded reader but you picture her anyway you’d like <333
- you found him through connie extremely intrigued when you found out he was mobile 24/7
- the first time you bought from him he threw in a little extra something bc he claimed he did it for all the newbies that shop from him (but he’s a liar he did it bc you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen obvi)
- his shit is phenomenal you were higher than a kite and now understood why everyone shopped from him
- about the eighth time you’ve bought from him he finally had the courage to ask if you wanted to match and by match he meant he supplies everything
- ofc you said yes and made the horrible mistake of trying to out smoke him homeboy was ready for the fourth blunt and poor you was hanging on for dear life
- the two of you steady became buddies and before you knew it you were hanging out with him almost everyday; sometimes smoking, sometimes shopping (he pays ofc even though you hate it), and sometimes playing on his ps5 absolutely destroying pedestrians on gta5
- one night the two of you were completely stoned and plug!eren was looking extra good i’m talking hair in a messy bun, hooded red eyes, and the white tank top with the slutty nike shorts combo (y’all know the one)
- it took all the courage you had to mumble a quick “you look good” and thank the lord above eren returned the energy giving you a small smirk “yeah? how good?”
- those three words had you face down ass up all night while eren did wonders with his tongue and devilish work with his dick (i know it go brazy YALL CANT TELL ME DIFFERENT)
- “that’s right ma cum on my tongue let me hear you”, “taste so fucking good why would you hide this from me?”, “ohhh shit- fuck yeah that’s right cum on my shit lemme feel you”, “gonna let me cum in you y/n? huh? gonna let me fill that pretty pussy up?”
- after a night filled with the most nastiest sloppiest sex you’ve ever had eren whispered a soft, “hope you know this ain’t a one time thing y/n you’re mine now” in your ear as you drifted off to sleep feeling more content than ever
- thus began your relationship with eren jaeger full time plug and now full time boyfriend to his needy lil gf that he absolutely adores
- plug!eren spoils the shit outta you!!! he had so much money he didn’t know what to with so why not spend it on his favorite girl?? i’m talking clothes, nail appointments, hair appointments, a nintendo switch so you can play animal crossing, and squishmallows ofc even though he thinks you have an addiction for them
- he lets you hit the block with him every once in a while and you can’t even lie it turns you on so bad knowing he’s got a piece hidden away in the glove compartment or even tucked in his sweats
- speaking of that lol one night after a sesh you sheepishly admitted to eren that it turned you on he carried a gun on him which led to you resting your head on his lap while eren slowly slid his glock between your kiss swollen lips
“you look so pretty like this baby”, “that’s it take that shit deeper i know you can”, “i bet it turns you on even more knowing it’s loaded dirty bitch”, “hm maybe i should use it on your pussy next would you like that angel?”
- plug!eren is extremely possessive and is not afraid to show it!! poor jean how to learn the hard way when he called you three times in a row and when the line finally picked up he was met with the sounds of skin slapping and your pathetic moans “she’s busy right now bro” was all that was said before the line went dead
- plug!eren rolls all the blunts the two of you smoke together convinced you just can’t learn even though secretly you’re a pro and you just like watching him do it
- plug!eren has a folder filled with naked pictures and videos of yourself and then even more of the two of you together his favorite being a video of you two fucking in his car after a hotbox
- he def has a sex playlist most of the songs being by brent faiyaz bc he stans him so so bad idc
-anytime the two of you smoke with a group you’re always sitting on his lap it doesn’t matter where you are that man will have you glued to his lap whispering all the filthy things he’s gonna do to you after you guys head back to his place
- plug!eren hates taking pictures more than anything but for you?? he’ll let you take multiple pics of him while y’all are out on a date or just simply hanging out (he secretly loves hearing you talk about how handsome he is ouuu does he love the praise)
- even though he doesn’t say it much whenever plug!eren tells you he loves you he means it with every fiber of his being and hopes you feel every ounce of love he feels for you with those three simple words
- moral of the story is plug!eren is a proud simp for you and would do literally anything for and to you <333
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i'd love to hear about manmaru metadede !!! i heard it's really Gay but no one ever details it. not a lot of it is translated too, as far as i know, but i really like it.. any excuse to talk about something you like is good too
NO YEA not a lot is translated and the manga itself is already more niche compared to like, mopupupu so its not too well known. translation efforts have really started picking up the past year though (shoutout to @/kirby-manga-translated they do great work). if it needed to be restated for new followers since i havent tl'd in a while, i know a decent amount of japanese so i read them on my own :)c
shoutout to my guy @/rosakikoza as well for giving me his scans hehe. the majority of images below are his or taken from his scans. the rest are mine
*deep breath* the tangent. im gonna need to put this under a cut dont mind me 😍😍😍 did i say 3 paragraphs? i meant 20. like 20 paragraphs
meta knight is absolutely pathetic and incredibly down bad for dedede this manga. its adorable. multiple people ive talked to or seen have come to the conclusion it seems like he has a huge crush on him. a quick brief for those who dont know but this mangas meta is admittedly Veryyyyy different from how you'd expect a meta knight to be. uncharacteristically friendly and cheerful and. pathetic is really the best word for it. hes kinda a loser. incredibly protective of dedede, he switches between two modes of fussing over him quite a bit and semi-often going into incredible rage bloodlust modes over protecting him or his image (youll see a good amount of jp fanwork depict this version of him as a yandere for that reason)
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theres also been more than one occasion where meta knight tries to commit seppuku upon accidently doing something he sees as unforgivable towards his king (its in the chapter i just screenshotted above too, another time he broke dededes clock and freaked out about it). i-. dont consider this a cute ship thing for the record im just stating it to emphasize the extent of metas obsession towards dedede this manga. the mans got Problems...
apart from that, also quite differing from most interpretations of both of them, both of them seem to genuinely really like spending time around each other all the time. it comes off as casually domestic and is very cute...
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regardless of my attempts to brief it, i dont feel like im explaining this very well so lemme just show you a frankly ridiculous amount of reasons for why i keep feeling like this mangaka ships metadede
-fake kiss: self explanatory
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-fake proposal: also self explanatory
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mk: Will you marry me!?
ddd: Yes!
context for this scene is that theyre rehearsing for a play, but actually its later revealed that meta knight is playing the princess while dedede is playing the male protag so im not exactly sure it makes sense that hes the one proposing here. my speculation is that to make the proposal seem legit for the gag they Had to use meta LMAO but thats just my take
also to be noted, right after kirby hears the proposal he immediately runs off and tries to tell everyone the news before ddd+mk stop him and explain that its fake. hes not thrown off or weirded out at the idea that they could be getting married in the slightest. kirby says gay rights Real i love him sm
-this one is from what i call the memory loss chapter:
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dedede loses his memories from getting hit in the head too hard. the gang figures out that beating dedede up or otherwise causing him injury causes him to regain some of them back though, to which kirby attempts to harm him with increasingly violent means, much to meta knights horror. mk spends the entire chapter trying to protect dedede from him, and it doesnt work obviously, but after a particularly hard hit dedede remembers everyone again... except for meta knight. to which meta knight gets upset about and lets kirby lay into dedede for real. you see where people get the yandere personality from now right. i dont recall this trait coming out too often but ill talk more about it later
-the whole chapter thats a cinderella retelling with dedede and meta knight. also also self explanatory COME ON LOOK AT THIS ONE. LOOK AT IT.
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mk: Y…You're…
ddd: Wow, he's so beautiful!! It's like I'm dreaming…!
-theres the mangaka chapter which is a more recent one
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the gang makes manga for dedede. meta knight's manga is about how cool, brave, and heroic dedede is. mysteriously enough however the only thing hes good at is drawing dededes face and nothing else. the implications of this one drive me absolutely insane. is it supposed to imply that meta knight stares at his face all day?? admires his appearance??? he looks at him so much he basically has his face memorized????? HUH???????? theres no heterosexual explanation for this. acting like a teenager with a crush out here got damn
=various images im sharing out of context because they r cute
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head pats. holding hands and reaching the goal together. peak.
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KNIGHT DRESSUP FOR THE KNIGHT. AHAAHGH
ddd: Hoho, pretty spiffy don'cha think?
mk: Ohh!? It suits you!!
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fellas is it gay to shout "OHH! META KNIGHT!!" with a dopey grin on your face upon being saved like a damsel in distress
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sometimes meta knight acts domestic as fuck too. his copy abilities as he states are: cook! clean!! and sleep!!!
regarding my thoughts on their dynamic in this series overall, i think theyre absolutely adorable. meta knight emits dog energy in this one. eager golden retriever towards dedede, though dedede has his sweet moments towards meta knight too. (viewing it with a shipping lens just for this post ofc) while meta is the more active crusher, some of the stuff above seems to imply that dedede has feelings in return as well :') they just get along really well too its great. theres a different chapter where they perform as a comedy duo. theyve done plays in multiple chapters. its my hc for these versions of them that they love doing performances of all kinds together and do a lot of rehearsals and writing in their free time...
and the yandere stuff i feel like i should address as well. i try not to take some aspects Too seriously because its to be expected things are over emphasized for the sake of the joke with gag mangas. but oh man the man definitely has problems. he needs therapy. i tried to be transparent in listing those aspects as well so people can make their own conclusions on it But theres one more thing id like to mention regarding that
meta knights personality has been shifting to be different from what i listed, as of the most recent volume. my beloved forgotten land arc... a first for this series in that, while the chapters still retain their gag humor and dont take themselves that seriously, its a serialized story that mostly follows along with the game plot that lasts nearly the whole volume (as opposed to other game arcs in this manga being episodic stories, using the games as their theme rather than a full on setting). with the more serious tone of the serialized story, theres a frankly startling hint of character development i never wouldve expected from a gag manga at the end of it
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kirby gets ko'd the first round of the meta knight cup so meta knight joins the meta knight cup instead. turns out when he does that the final boss of the cup is dedede. meta knight Really doesnt want to hurt dedede and so dedede promptly kicks his ass without a second thought and wins the tournament. while the crowd cheers for dedede's victory, meta and dedede have a small talk where dedede tells him he doesnt need to fuss so much about hurting him/him getting hurt. presumably this is supposed to mark the end of meta knights intense overprotectiveness because (its never been clear-cut due to the nature of the manga previously, so its a lil hard to say) dededes shown he can handle himself, or like, isnt some fragile thing. i really hope itll stick around because i think its a great addition to both of their characters. the meta-knights have also been appearing way more frequently as of very recent chapters (ones that havent been compiled into a volume yet) which seem to also hint to meta knight getting more independence to his character from dedede's loyal servant. im very excited to see where it goes :D
and like, last last disclaimer if anyone needed it; even tho i love metadede and i like to see things through ship glasses sometimes i absolutely try my best to keep my biases out of my translations. putting out accurate translations means a lot to me! this entire post is me purposely putting the ship glasses on so please dont take it as "omg metadede is canon in this manga". you know way back when i was the only active translator for this manga someone tweeted at the mangaka on twitter mentioning that there were english translations around and he replied to that person. didnt respond to the fan translation thing specifically but the fact that he could know who i am definitely kinda terrifies me. if anyone goes around saying that his manga is the metadede manga because of me and he even has the slightest sliver of a chance of seeing that i will kill yall fr LOL
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curatoroffiction · 2 months
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Overprotective (Part 1)
Based off of this post It all came to a head with The Incident™.
You were frustrated, having just left Levi's room. You'd brought him a series that you thought he'd love, it was much more like some of the stuff he used to be into, which had heartbreak and drama, but you'd heard it had a good resolution, even if it was sad. But the second things started turning sour emotionally, he began to panic. And when he asked if you knew what would happen, and you said "I've heard about the ending, but I saved actually knowing it for you", you didn't expect what he did next. He stopped the show and took the DVD out. This started a long fight that you barely understood. Him being upset that you weren't 'taking care of yourself', and you being upset that he was trying to micro-manage what you watched! You even jabbed at him telling him that "Avoiding the sad stuff isn't healthy!" which only made him more upset. You didn't understand why, so you just left. You ran into Asmodeus, who started worrying about the stress you were visibly under. Stress isn't good for one's health. He first asked if you wanted to take a soothing bath with him, which you shrugged off, thinking that would be the end of it. But it wasn't. He kept badgering you to let him help you destress. It started very flirty at first... Until it became desperate. You continued to decline, and he became more worried, which caught Satan's attention. When Satan heard you were stressed out, several stress-related illnesses flashed through his memory and he became very serious trying to give you other options. If anything, their insistence on controlling another aspect of your life was making it worse. You were on the verge of exploding when Belphegor came around. You called out to him, but he turned right around and walked away. You frustratedly chased after him, but when you turned the corner he disappeared behind, he was gone. Instead, you found Mammon. With the shadiest bag of vitamins you've ever seen. No label, just some random supplement in a plastic bag. "You want some vitamins?" The sight would have made you laugh a week ago, but right now, it was just frustrating. "No! I want everyone to stop badgering me! And for Belphegor to stop AVOIDING me!" "Sounds like you could eat. Lemme cook you up something." Mammon was the one who was the best at reaching out. He'd been slyly learning how to cook on the side, so he could get more veggies and fruits into your diet. And the food he's learned to cook was really yummy. Begrudgingly, you accept, and he takes you to the kitchen, also giving Asmo and Satan a covert thumbs up. The two let him take care of you, seeing that your stress instantly began to melt at the idea of food. That is.. Until you got to the kitchen. Mammon begins pulling out veggies and fruit to make you a few dishes, but Beelzebub keeps hovering around to try to control your portions. No matter how much you told him it was insulting, he just couldn't bring himself to stop worrying. Mammon always makes you too much food, seeing as how he keeps trying to pack in the nutrients like they're going to culminate in prolonging your life indefinitely. Once again, you're pissed, and this time with new vigor. You finally storm out of the kitchen and out of the house, only to see Lucifer coming in from the walkway. And he's blinded by how dangerous it is for you to walk around Devildom alone. He tells you as much and you just shout "WELL I HOPE I DIE THEN, BECAUSE IT'D BE BETTER THAN THIS HELLSCAPE" while trying to brush past him in frustration. You didn't even mean the words, but no one had been listening to you and no one was giving you a chance to control anything in your life without supervision. They've been so controlling and so accidentally belittling, making you feel less-than, making you feel like a child in a house without love. Part 2
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jo-harrington · 6 months
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This is a weird Store Manager Verse thing that will never make it into the larger story.
Store Manager Verse started with me revisiting my journey as a retail store manager but then evolved into something about…sharing food memories and experiences with someone new through Eddie and SM’s not-dates. Again, some based on personal experiences.
TW: Food/Eating, and maybe some personal growing up italian american experiences but…I’m in my feelings tonight so I need the overarching theme of showing affection through food. (Im crying into my dinner, please leave me alone).
Tonight for dinner I’m eating Chef Boyardee. Obviously the thought in this fandom immediately goes to Eddie.
I have had Chef Boyardee a grand total of once in my life before tonight. I was five years old. It was a jarring contrast versus my nonna’s homemade ravioli, and even more jarring still because she had just passed away. It was an emotional experience, and I vowed never to eat it again.
So let’s imagine now…you’re the Claire’s Store Manager now. Far away from home and living on your own. No family to cook with you, you just have your little handwritten recipe book that went from your grandma to your grandpa to you. All the family recipes, even those you haven’t memorized yet.
And here’s Eddie, who is helping you embrace your newfound independence and identity, one convenience store snack at a time. He’s enjoying seeing the brightness in your eyes and the joy. And one Sunday, after you promised to make pasta for him…you have the worst and the longest day. It was a horrible Sunday, everything that could go wrong did, including several consecutive piercings with screaming babies.
“Don’t worry Sweetheart,” Eddie soothes after hours as he’s giving you a much-needed hug. “It’s just a bad day.” He’s had his share of them now, and you reassured him after all of them.
“I just…can’t make dinner tonight,” you tell him. “I know you were looking forward to it.”
Carbonara sauce and heaps of parm. You were looking forward to it too.
“How about I take care of dinner tonight. Don’t worry. Lemme make a stop and I’ll meet you at your place.”
And he does.
He arrives at your apartment laden with bags from Bradley’s Big Buy. You expected some kind of greasy bag from a drive thru, so it’s a surprise when he sits you down on your couch with a glass of lemonade and takes full ownership of the kitchen.
You hear the pots banging, the oven going, dishes clacking.
And it smells pretty good. You’re intrigued. You knew Eddie’s cooking repertoire by now and while he certainly aced Home Ec, this didn’t seem like his wheelhouse. Color you impressed.
“Alright, close your eyes, no peeking,” he tells you. Throws a dish towel at your face to really make sure you don’t look. And he bustles out of the kitchen, juggling plates and a tray and a handful of cutlery.
Then he tells you it’s safe to look and it’s…
Easy Cheese on Crackers, and a Sara Lee All Butter Pound Cake that he’d warmed in the oven, and two bowls of Spaghetti-O’s.
You can’t help but laugh. A silly little giggle. Your heart…so full.
“Eddie this is…”
“I did good didn’t I? We haven’t had any of this.”
He’s beaming.
How can you tell him…that you hate Chef Boyardee?
You tried it once. Begged for it at the store. But it was the antithesis of your upbringing. Of your grandma in the basement kitchen making homemade sausage once a week or grandpa who came home from the home from his factory job and opened can after can of tomatoes to make a big pot of sauce for the whole family.
He let you take a heel of a loaf of bread to dunk as it bubbled on the stove. A secret to be kept between the two of you. None of your cousins ever got the honor.
How could canned pasta ever hold a candle to that?
Still you fawn over the dinner, over Eddie’s efforts. You fully savor the tacky, savory easy cheez on ritz and even pretend you’re being a little naughty by indulging in dessert first with the pound cake.
You just can’t hide your lackluster reaction when it’s time to put the pasta…if you can call it that…into your body.
“This is a treat,” Eddie explains enthusiastically. “Mom didn't really like the Beef Ravioli but Spaghetti-os were her favorite. And then when she was gone, Rick always had a few cans in the cupboard to surprise me for an after school snack. Shit I’m pretty sure he still does.”
He scarfs down the delicacy and your stomach turns further when you realize…
You cant disappoint him like this.
So you load up the spoon and you cringe a little as you raise it to your mouth. And you think about…Eddie being more important than your stupid snobbish childhood.
He stares at you as you take that first bite.
And it’s…perfect.
You’re not at the stove with your grandpa. You’re not with your family. You’re with Eddie. A different experience but nonetheless important and special.
You can see him sitting at the table after school, doodling on his homework sheets instead of doing math as he shoveled spoonfuls of the too-sweet sauce and noodles onto his mouth. You can see Rick mixing a pitcher of Country Time lemonade for Eddie’s mom so she could kick her feet up and listen to records with an ice cold glass after her shift. You can see them all enjoying pound cake on a special occasion; maybe Eddie getting an A on a test or his mom’s birthday or something.
It’s his life, his history that he shares with you willingly. Just like you share yours so openly with him.
“Well?” He asks. “Verdict?”
And what else could you say? But how you feel? About the spaghetti-os. About the little ritual the two of you had started. About…about Eddie himself, even though you couldn’t admit it outright just yet.
“I love it.”
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miintsprigz · 2 months
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Hey there!! Can you write something about the mercs reactions to a GN!Reader showing signs of toxicity towards the mercs and them confronting them and rebuilding their relationship together. It would be really cute :3 especially with scout (I just think he's a soft boyo lololol)
Not gonna lie to ya, this one was a challenge for me, I even asked to have it proofread. It’s not often I see a prompt like this. I really like it though—I don’t think we see repairing relationships and changing toxic behavior enough. It so often gets shut down, and while unfortunately there are times where you must separate, sometimes you can work on it!
So thank you for such a raw and real prompt, Anon. I appreciate you, and I hope that this meets your expectations and makes you smile.
GN!Reader who shows some toxicity from previous relationships
Song used for inspiration: Heart To Heart by Mac Demarco
Characters: Scout (TF2)
Warnings: uh, I don’t know—there are implications of past relationship trauma here (toxic behavior is sadly often learned from previous toxic relationships), so please be wary of that. Also, this may be considered a somewhat “difficult conversation”, but I promise you it ends well.
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You sat on your bed, staring at your feet as they dangled just above the floor. A fast heartbeat pounded in your ears, you swore you could feel the blood coursing through every part of you.
Jeremy had said that he…wanted to talk to you. He wasn’t always the most conscientious of the connotation of his words. As soon as terror flooded your face, he had immediately clarified.
“You’re not in trouble, I promise! Geez, now I know how Ma felt…no, but it’s somethin’ serious…somethin’ important, ya know?”
That still left a good bit to the imagination.
So as the Scout finally made his way over to your room, you felt sick to your stomach. You still got that trademark knock on your doorframe.
“Hey. All set?”
Ready as I’ll ever be. Which is not at all.
You nodded your head, feeling the beginnings of a lump in your throat.
You felt the bed sink just a little as he sat down beside you—light as a feather, always, even holding still.
“I’m sorry that I made a whole big deal here but…well, it is a big deal to me.”
You truly thought you knew what was coming. You’d heard it before, out of people’s mouths, in the things they didn’t say, and echoing for years longer in your own mind, after the people voicing it were long out of your life.
“…you’ve had enough of me?”
“What??”
Genuine shock filled his voice, you could feel him go rigid.
“No. Absolutely not. That…that’s not even a thought in my mind, (Y/N), honest.”
Out of the corner of your eye, through quickly blurring vision, you saw a bandage-wrapped hand reaching for yours. You felt frozen, distant. Giving you a moment to move if you wanted to, he placed his hand over yours gently.
“Could ya just take a breath, babe? Please.”
You did just that, the sound rattling painfully. Why couldn’t you get through things like this without getting so emotional…
“I am not goin’ anywhere, okay? You know I love you, right?”
“…yeah.”
“…does it…not feel that way sometimes?”
The question sort of brought you back a bit, out of the haze of dread that conversations like this thrusted you into.
“…m…maybe…?”
“Yeah. I could kinda tell.”
Oh no. “I’m sorry—”
“It’s okay, don’t worry, lemme just explain a bit here—”
His fingertips brushed the back of your hand. A few tears escaped your eyes, but somehow, the gentle touch grounded you a bit.
“See…I forget stuff a lot. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. You know it, I know it. And I know it’s not good. But sometimes, when I do that, even if it’s by accident, it feels like ya kinda…shrink back? Or if I tell ya somethin’s goin’ on… Ya get quiet, even after I say I’m sorry, and…I just worry.”
He fidgeted a little, trying to sit more upright.
“And so…Spy talked to me, the other day. He felt bad revealin’ it—ah, who am I kiddin’, the guy loves this stuff—that you said I’m… really loud. And I’m sometimes too… in your face?”
You could feel your face flush as you remembered what you had said. Part of you was mad at Spy for telling Scout, he surely knew this was sensitive information…but…
“He said he told you that you should tell me to cut it out…and it seemed ta him like ya thought I wouldn’t do anything if ya did.”
You looked up to find that he was already looking right at you. He didn’t look angry. Not anywhere. But surely he must have been…right?
“…was it somethin’ like that?”
Slowly, you nodded your head, feeling your shoulders go stiff.
He looked down at his hand, still over yours, and looked back up at you worriedly.
“…I think ya might be doin’ it now. And I might be too. Do you want me ta move back?”
“N-No!!!”
Jeremy’s eyes went wide, blinking quick, before his mouth went taut on the edges.
“…are ya sure that ya mean that?”
You went to reassert that yes, yes you did…but you knew that you didn’t mean that. The contact had helped at first, but it was too much right now. Slowly, you shook your head.
“…yeah. See, (Y/N), this is why I wanted ta talk.”
His hands folded together, pulling away from you. You couldn’t look at him anymore, staring down at your lap through a veil of tears.
“Ya can look down if it helps ya. I know this is kinda…scary, I guess? But just listen to me, please.”
You nodded, and did just that.
Scout took a breath, and it felt like he was weighing each word.
“You want me to feel at ease when we’re together, right?”
You nodded again. His voice was so soft. The normally bombastic and energetic speed and volume had been dialed down. So careful. Very unlike how he was with the others.
“Yeah. I want you to feel that way, too. And if that means that I gotta knock somethin’ off, I’d like you…ta let me know, ya know what I mean?”
A slightly nervous laugh sounded from him, and you were beginning to see what he was trying to say.
He did forget important dates—you knew he didn’t mean to, but it hurt. And as much as you loved seeing him happy and excited, the volume and the physical contact could be extremely overstimulating.
“I’m not angry at you at all, by the way. I never wanted you ta feel like that. Maybe other people have gotten mad at ya for, for tellin’ em you didn’t like stuff they did. But I won’t. I promise ya that. And you know how stubborn I am about promises.”
A slight smile came to your face, even with how hard you were trying not to cry.
“…did people do that to ya, (Y/N)? People ya grew up with? Or other folks ya dated?”
Your lip quivered, and again, you nodded your head.
“Oh…I’m sorry, baby. That ain’t right. Not at all. You’re never gonna get any of that with me, and if you do? You tell me. Don’t hold nothin’ back, okay? Cuz that’s the last thing I’d ever wanna do to ya.”
Feeling bold enough to look up again, in spite of basically falling apart at this point, you caught a switch between the most serious you had ever seen Scout…and possibly the most adoring look he’d ever given to you.
“…I love you so much, (Y/N). I don’t know if I’ve ever loved anyone so much. I’m tellin’ ya all this because I love ya! You’re such a sweetheart—you’re always lookin’ out for me. Very few people have done that, so it means everythin’ ta me.”
You exhaled softly, a muted laugh, and that seemed to perk him up even more.
“And I don’t just love what ya do, I love everything you are. The way ya smile, the way ya make jokes, the way ya sing…it’s all so…so good, baby. You are so good.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. The voices that so often nagged at you that he’d get tired of you went dead silent whenever he talked like this. And in moments like these, you knew he was telling the truth.
“You make me feel like I’m on top of the world. So, could ya give me the chance ta look out for you, too? Cuz I want to. Tell me anything, and I’ll do the best I can to make it happen. I’m always gonna be a little loud, a little clingy, a little…obnoxious. But…you knew that, right?”
Slowly, you nodded, wiping your eyes, your tears having subsided.
“Yeah. And I love you so much because of…a-and sometimes, in spite of those things.”
“See? There ya go!! That was great. May I uh…”
Scout stretched his hand out, and, now wanting to hold it, you quickly grabbed on tight, and tried to pull him in closer. He caught on quick.
“Oh…oh! Okay, hang on…”
Wrapping you in his arms, Scout held you close.
“Is this good?”
You fidgeted a little, then nodded. “Yeah. This is great, Jeremy. Hey…”
“Hm?”
“…thank you. For talking to me. I know it can be hard to talk stuff through with me sometimes. I was so, so scared…that you were just done…”
“I knew ya were, babe. And I hate seein’ ya hurtin’ so much. But, I think…when ya love a person—like, really love ‘em—you’ll do what ya gotta do to make it the best it can be. Even if that means doin’ scary stuff.”
“Yeah…yeah, I think I got it.”
Giggling a little, Jeremy reached for the side of your face with one hand, and you leaned into it, craning your head upwards to peck him on the lips before you curled up against his chest.
“I know it’s hard when ya learned somethin’ one way for years, and now ya gotta…unlearn it, I guess? Honestly, it was hard not ta mess around with the resta the guys when I first got here, cuz I was used’ta it with my brothers back home. But…honestly, I got a different deal with these wackos, so the change kinda works out.”
Giggling at his teasing the others, you looked back up at him, feeling your once racing heart now only aflutter with joy at being in the arms of the man you loved.
“…I think this one works out too.”
“Yeah.”
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bkghq · 2 years
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this is a self indulgent fic tbh,, ive been feeling kind of off lately so i wrote this :D
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Bakugo could read you like an open book, there was no way in hell that you were going through something and he didn’t realise. But sometimes, even a perfectionist as him, who prided himself in being the best boyfriend could read it all wrong.
The past few days your anxiety had been really acting up, making you feel as lonely as ever. the feeling of being useless and no one liking you, gnawing you. it was a cycle really, you woke up manifesting for a better and fresh day, the day went well and then out of nowhere the feeling of utter loneliness hit you.
You wanted to talk to someone you really did, but it was so fucking difficult. you were well aware that until and unless you didn't express you emotions no one would really understand what you’re going through, but something- something inside you wanted to be loved and consoled without having to ask for it.
Either if it was by your friends or your boyfriend.
Bakugo noticed ofcourse he did, but he didn't want to invade your personal space. so he gave you a few days to yourself, he wanted to ask you, really badly on what's going inside that pretty head of yours but he didn’t want to push any buttons, so he waited.
He waited for a few days, not realising how bad it had gotten in your head, and how toxic it was for you, your own brain making you feel all sorts of things.
One day after work bakugo came back home, expecting to be greeted by your grinning form engulfing him in a hug and a sweet kiss, but instead he was met with a silent dark house. All the lights turned off which was unusual because you’d always turn the lights on as soon as it was dark outside.
Bakugo frowned, removing his shoes he made his way instead, calling your name softly. he checked the kitchen, in hopes of finding you there making a quick snack, but to his avail you weren’t.
He totally expected you to be in the living room watching some shitty ass show or playing video games, he hoped that you’d just lost the track of time doing whatever you were on the TV. however, again to his badluck the TV was turned off and the living room was pitch black.
 Upon entering your shared bedroom he finally found you. you were nestled in a head of blankets, sniffling, clearly indicating that you’d been crying.
bakugo frowned before calling your name gently as to not startle you, “….y/n?” 
he though failed in doing so because you flinched at his voice and sat up abruptly, attempting to wipe your tears to not give away that you’d just been balling you eyes out, but failing miserably because your eyes were blood shot.
“katsuki? oh god ‘m so sorry i didn’t realise how late it got, shit!” you cursed standing up from the bed, so you could greet your man, however bakugo beat you to it, for he quickly held your wrist gently and sat you down.
“‘ts a’right….” he gulped cupping your both your checks in his calloused hands, and wiping the remaining tears away, “knew you weren’t feelin’ okay…but shit baby, didn’t knew it got this bad.” he softly said, picking your hands that were earlier in your lap, and kissing your palms.
Your eyes widened at his words, a fresh set of tears stinging your eyes again, threatening to fall. you opened your mouth to say something, but bakugo placed his finger on your lips.
“‘m not g’na ask what’s wrong, you don’t need to explain shit to me baby, jus’……jus’ lemme hold you yeah?” he patted your head, before removing his shoes and laying down on the bed, opening his arms wide and motioning you to join him.
you sighed and accepted his embrace. yeah, this is what you wanted, to be loved without having to tell what’s exactly wrong, because honestly, you didn’t know what was wrong either.
the spiralling thoughts in your head choked up again, a sob caught at the back of your throat causing you to let out a whimper and snuggling closer into bakugo’s arms.
“shhh, ‘m here now, ‘m here f’you.’ he cooed kissing the top of your head his hair scratching your scalp in a loving manner as he spoke ‘i love you”’s in your ear.
he cuddled you whispering sweet words of love in your ear, and before you knew it you were deep asleep, probably the best sleep you’d gotten in ages. bakugo sighed closing his eyes tears stinging in his own eyes.
he was here for you, and he was ready to prove it until his last breath. bakugo katsuki couldn’t always tell what was going in that pretty head of yours, but he was sure as hell ready to fight whatever demons were killing you inside because he was your knight in shining armour.
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lesbianneopolitan · 3 months
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I love your art and am curious, do you have something like a thesis statement on the Strawberry Shortcakes ship?
Like how Neo shifted from her original vengeance stance and or gravitated to Ruby post ascension and wat the relationship is like?
I don't have the mind to write a thesis rn, but now that you asked, lemme tell you about the basics LIKE, I got deep into this ship because I'm a RPer, and I wrote a development story with a Ruby and ended up here
It's all post V9, but once my Neo manages to go back to Remnant (with the purpose of trying to get to Cinder to try and take her away from Salem to show true freedom), my Neo is, well, lonely, like she literally has no one to go back to, or talk to, and the Ever After for her was already enough of a torture
So she's a little desperate for real human contact- she still remembers how Ruby looked at her with worry before Neo took her own life to reach a talk with the Tree, and later even the Blacksmith told Neo about how Ruby actually asked if she would be fine, showing some interest despite the fact Neo did such horrible things to her
So once in Vacuo, Neo decides to contact Ruby first, if only because she feels she would give her a second chance, at least to stay on neutral ground, so they meet up, and Neo tells Ruby about her plan, or why she came back
But, she's still lonely, Ruby becomes the only person she has reached out for in a long time, so she inevitably requests for them to hang out more often, and with Ruby actually treating Neo well and giving her a second chance, well, Neo's being treated well and like an equal again, instead of being discarded so easily like Cinder did (even if in this timeline, my Neo and Cinder previously had a complicated relationship lacking a confession of honest feelings), so Neo, inevitably, starts liking Ruby a bit too much
The fact Neo's still a complicated person because of PTSD and her own traumas is another story, but with Ruby also still suffering of PTSD as well, they end up helping each other
Neo left her revenge and hatred for Ruby behind in V9, so it's not a problem anymore, really, it's just really funny she didn't expect falling for the person she was so horrible with in the future
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texancommie07 · 2 months
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"And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine"
Heavy Metal Valentines Day One: Confession
December 16th, 1984. Billy Had Only Been In Hawkins For About Two Months, And He Hated It Here. In Fact He Hated Everything About The Place.
Well... Almost Everything...
There Was One Thing There He Liked, Loved Even. The Problem Was How To Go About It.
Billy Didn't Know, He Wasn't The Kind Of Guy Who Caught Feelings, Well Ever Really, So He Did The First Things That Came To His Mind That Put Him At The Least Amount Of Risk Towards Getting His Shit Knocked.
He Wrote A Letter. Stupid Right? Well It Gets Even Stupider When You Know That He Didn't Even Come Up With The Letter. Nope, Just Took Some Lines That Were Commonly Used On Him, Slapped Them Together And Hoped For The Best.
Now He Just Has To Wait.
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He Stood At The Rickety Old Table In The Woods. It Was About 9:00 p.m. And The Silence Was Creeping Him Out. You Didn't Really Get Quiet In California. He Was About To Head Home, Assuming That They Just Thought It Was A Joke, Until He Heard Footsteps.
"Hey Billy."
He Turned To Face Them. "The Hell Do You Mean 'Hey', How'd You Even Know I Was Here?" It Made No Sense. He Knew Eddie's Eyes Were Good, But It Was So Dark Out You Couldn't See A Foot Infront Of You. And He Was Facing Away!
"You Wrote The Letter, Right? The One Shoved In My Locker? I Recognized Your Handwriting."
"Oh..."
Billy Stood There, Slightly Stunned. He Didn't Know How To Move Forward, He Hadn't Really Planned This Far. He Didn't Even Expect Eddie To Show Up.
"So, Are You Gonna Tell Me What The Note Was About, Or Are You Just Trying To Have A Staring Contest With Me?" Even With How Dark It Was, Billy Could Practically See The Grin On Eddie's Face.
"Shut Up. You...I Haven't Been Here Long, But This Place Sucks. It's A Shit Hole Full Of Shit People."
"Very Astute Observation, Tiger. Anything Else You Wanna Tell Me About That Place Before We Continue The Grand Tour?"
"Shut Up! Lemme Finish Jackass." Billy Heard The Russeling Of Fabric As He Watched The Blob Of Eddie's Shadow Put It's Hands Up.
"I Hate This Place And Absolutely Nothing Good In It... Except For You... You're The Only Decent Thing About This Place. Hell, If People Saw The Way We Interacted, They Might Even Call Us Friends. But I Don't Wanna Be Friends." He Paused, Taking A Breath Before Speaking Up Again.
"I Wanna Be More Than That..I Like You More Than That. I Want You More Than That."
Billy Stopped, His Eyes Having Finally Started To Rejust After Opening Them Again(When Did He Close Them?), To Look At Eddie. They Were...Smiling?
There's No Way, But It Couldn't Be Anything Else, Billy Could See The Way Their Teeth Reflected The Moons Light.
"Well Well Well, Big Bad Billy Hargrove Is In Love With The Town Freak. Can't Say I Saw That Coming. Though, Can't Really Say I'm Upset About It. That'd Make Me A Pretty Big Hypocrite, Considering I'm Pretty Sure I Fell First."
Wait, "Fell First?"
"Oh Yeah, I Was Mildly Obsessed With You The Moment You Got Here, You Make Quite The Entrance, I Must Say. I Thought It Would Pass Like Most Feelings Like That, Aesthetic Attraction And Nothing More. But Then I Started Dealing With You, And, If I'm Being Completely Honest, I Think I Was Gone After Our Second Meeting."
Eddie's Tone Seemed Almost Sheepish, Like They Were Ashamed Of Admitting It, At Least To Billy. Billy Took The Risk.
"So, What I'm Hearing Is, You Wanna Be My Boyfriend, Maybe?" The Second The Words Left His Mouth He Cringed. God, He Was So Good With Women, How Was He Struggling This Hard?
Although, Maybe His Skills With Men Weren't As Terrible As He Thought, As Eddie Let Out A Cackle At His Response, Their Stupid Goblin Laugh Echoing Off The Trees.
"Yes Billy, I Would Be Delighted To Be Your Boyfriend."
Billy Was Actually Sunned, He Almost Couldn't Find It In Him To Speak. Almost.
"Can I Kiss You?"
"Please."
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bi-bats · 7 months
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5, 6, 10, and 18 <3
Hiya bestie!! Thank you for the ask 💖
5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?
Probably The Birth of a God, which is a very complicated greek mythology au where Jason is Icarus and he falls in love with Apollo (Tim) and builds the wax wings because he's trying to reach him. After his death he gets revived as Ares (I've assigned out greek gods to over half of the characters in this fic including Dick as Aphrodite, Bruce as Hades, Damian as Thanatos, Barbara as Hephaestus, Cass as Athena, Alfred as Hestia, Duke as Helios) and doesn't tell anyone, but Tim goes to Bruce to get Jason back, which Bruce refuses because he can't. He doesn't tell Tim that he can't because Jason isn't actually there, so of course Tim wages war on him, which drags Jason into it because he's the god of war even though Tim doesn't know that and adkljfdlkfjdlkfdlfjlkdj
Look I love this idea and I'd love to read it but. I'd have to WRITE it and the amount of research I would have to do to twist the plot around the way I want would be insane so it's probably going to die in my brain 😭😭😭
6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?
Oh yeah absolutely. Lemme link a few (that aren't just smut lol):
sweet dreams (are made of thee) by @yasmindifference (jaytim dreamsharing 😭😭😭)
and a hand to bite by Sister (the jaytim exes to lovers of all time and also the fic that inspired Rooftops and Bookshops)
chaos is a color I wear well (and it looks mighty good on you) by @glaciya (jaytim angsty feels fic I love this one so much)
Like a Bat out of Hell by @allacesandeights (this fic. This fucking FIC. It's literally one of my go-to recs for when I'm trying to get people into JayTim and it deserves so so so much more recognition than it has holy shit this fic is so fucking good like. I very rarely read fics where I think the plot is perfect but this one is just so well done all around and akjdfajdfsdf read it)
I Didn't Say I Liked You by Generatorcat (I reread this one a LOT it's just delightful I love when they play chicken and you do it SO well, thank you for this one 💖)
Show Me the Meaning (Of Being Lonely) by @timmyjaybird (like. holy shit this whole series. I owe my life as an author to this series. This is the series that got me to consider shipping jaytim and also the first damitim fic that ever made my brain go brrrrrrr I've literally read this series like. 20 times at least and I never would have fallen deep enough into this fandom to start writing without it so thank you thank you thank you and everyone go read it)
10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
Definitely, and it's Now Kiss. I did not expect the response on that and if you know me, you've heard me talk about that. It just felt so rushed when I was writing it and I didn't get a chance to really edit it the way I wanted to and I've worked way harder on fics before and even if it was one of the ones that I was the most excited to share for JTW, there's just a part of me that's like: that's the one everyone loves so much?
That said, one thing about the response that has been lovely is that I've taken it as permission to trust myself a little more. There were a lot of things with that fic that I was uncertain about, but I liked them and decided to leave them alone even if I wasn't 100% sure because I was on a deadline and wanted it posted. They were probably the kinds of things that I would've fretted about incessantly and edited to death if I'd had more time, but people liked them, so it's been really nice to be able to let go of some of my self-doubt!
18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?
Damian has always hated that Tim can carve the meat from an action, pull the bone of it out clean.
grughauhgaruharhgau just. I love this line so much. It says so much about both of them. It was also a tight race between that and this:
Everyone believes Goldie, all of the time. He just flashes that gorgeous smile like a fucking master key, and Jason’s always been a tiny bit jealous that everyone else turned out so goddamn endearing. 
also this one 😭😭😭 I really like the way that it reads like Jason's voice and also this is one of those things that he would never ever say because he can barely admit that it's true, even though it is
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lykaios2 · 9 months
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Here's a request:
Platonic or romantic, your choice, Leo showing off some skateboard moves.
omg when I say I got so into writing this
I stayed up until 6am writing this yesterday. I am not kidding. I just really wanted to finish it so I could post it asap
anyway I hope you like it, this is the longest fic I've written so far
Sweet Tricks and Sweeter Feelings
leonardo x reader, friends to lovers
cw: literally nothing
word count: 3838
One evening, you started on a walk, or rather a ride, to a new skate park you had just recently discovered. While doing some business over on that side of town, you had a bit of free time to yourself, and decided to explore since you didn't go to that side of town much. You eventually stumbled upon an abandoned building, and your curiosity got the better of you. After looking around for an entrance, you somehow found an unlocked door that led inside. After making your way around to what seemed to be the main area, you found yourself looking at what seemed to be a well maintained skatepark.
“Woah, what is this? I've never seen this before…must not have been taken down when this place was closed. Someone's certainly been working hard to keep this place nice.”
Now, returning here, it was certainly a different vibe at night. Walking around to the unlocked door, you heard noises coming from inside, as if someone was also using the skatepark. As you made your way inside, you looked around for the source of the noise. You could barely make out a dark figure skating around the park. As you sat and watched in awe at all of their amazing tricks, they came a little too close and noticed you standing there.
“Oh! Hello there, you-”
“Augh! I'm sorry, I-I'll leave-”
“Wait, no, you're fine! I just didn't expect to see anyone else here.”
“You could say the same here. Those were some sweet tricks you were hitting, uh… what's your name? Don't think you mentioned it.”
“Oh, my apologies, you can call me Leonardo, or Leo for short. How about yourself, mysterious friend?”
“I'm y/n.”
“Well, y/n, since you're here, would you like to join me for some late night skating?”
“Yeah! Let's do this!”
After a couple hours, Leonardo announced that it was time for him to return home. It was pretty late, so you decided to head home yourself.
“When are you planning on being here again?”
“Oh, my brothers don't like me being out this late too much, so really only once a week.”
“You have brothers? How many?”
“Just 3.”
“Do they ever come out here?”
“Not that I know. I haven't told anyone about this place.”
“Not even your brothers?”
“Nope. I love them to death, don't get me wrong, but when I'm with them all day every day, a little time away can be nice.”
“I understand that. Well then, I'll see you next week, same place, same time?”
“Only if you show up.”
“It's a deal!”
Next week, you entered through the doors of the abandoned building and sure enough Leonardo was there, skating just as before.
“Yo!” you called out.
“There you are, I was getting a bit worried that you had bailed on me.”
“Sorry, I live on the other side of town. Yeah, no, I would have felt terrible. I wouldn't have even had a way to tell you, which would have made it all the worse.”
“You want my number? Easiest way to contact me.”
“Oh, sure.” You and Leonardo exchanged numbers, but while he was typing his number into your phone, you noticed some red marks on his face through his mask he was wearing.
“Is that…blood?”
“Hm?”
“On your face there.”
“Oh, um…no…”
“Then what is it, if it's not blood?”
“It's, um…I'll show you next week. But you have to show up.”
“Aw, what? Fine. Is it like a personal thing?”
“Kind of. A lot of people are often surprised when they see what it really is.”
“It can't be that bad. C'mon, lemme see!”
“Next week! If you show up.” You begrudgingly agreed as Leonardo started skating again. Realizing you hadn't yet even touched your skateboard, you followed suit.
After another long night of skating, Leonardo headed home, and so did you. On the way home, you texted Leonardo, thanking him for his time and reminding him of his promise.
-you better show me what's under that mask next week
-chill bro, all you gotta do is show up. I'll have you know I'm not one to break my promises.
-we'll see about that
-we will, won't we?
You smiled as you looked up from your phone. The curiosity was killing you, but you trusted that he would show you.
The next week passed slower than usual. If you weren't doing something, your mind would eventually drift to Leonardo. What was hiding that he couldn't show you immediately? You theorized about many different possible options, but you couldn't truly know until you met up with him again.
But slow as it was, the week finally passed and it was time to see what Leonardo had been hiding. You walked through the new familiar doors and looked around for Leonardo.
“Boo!”
“Augh! You- stupid- whatever.”
“C'mon, just a little joke. You aren't mad, are you?”
“No, I can't really get mad at you for that. I just get easily spooked.”
“I can tell.”
“Oh, shut up about it. Now how about we see what's under that mask?”
“Right. Now, before I do this, I should warn you. Whenever I show this to someone, they usually don't want to associate with me anymore. I've heard it all, so whatever you say probably won't hurt me. And whatever you think it is, I can guarantee it's not that. Do you still want to see?”
You paused and thought for a second before saying yes. He made you close your eyes while he took the mask off. When he said he was ready, you opened your eyes to see…
“A…stripe? Wait, you're a…turtle?!”
“Yep. What do you think? Be honest.”
“That's, like…awesome! I can't really think of a better way to put it.”
“So…you like it?”
“Totally! What would I not like about a walking, talking, skateboarding turtle?”
“Well, most people see me and think I'm sort of a rejected lab creation, and while they're not wrong they usually carry a negative connotation with it.”
“It's probably just because they don't get to know you. You're awesome!”
“Aw, thanks.”
“Wait, does that mean your brothers-”
“Are turtles too? Yep.”
“Woah. Can I meet them?”
“Uh, maybe next week? I don't think they would exactly be fond of me bringing home a human unannounced.”
“Do they even know about me? Have you told them?”
“Well I've mentioned you once or twice, but they don't even know anything about you. They don't even know that you know I'm not human.”
“Oof. Well, you better tell them because I totally want to meet them now.”
“Haha, I think I can work something out. But for now, I wanna see your cool tricks! We keep getting distracted.”
During your late night skate session, you had to stop for a second because you were hungry. Leonardo stopped as well and walked over to where you were standing, slouched over.
“Hey, you good? Looking a little weak there.”
“Yeah I’m okay, I just forgot to eat before I came here.”
“Woah, that’s not good. Hm…oh! I know this good Asian place down the road from here, it should still be open.”
“Oh, I love Asian food, and I totally would, but I don’t have any money on me.”
“Eh, I can cover you.”
“What? You don’t have to do that.”
“Please, allow me. I would feel bad if you were to faint from hunger under my watch.”
“Well, if you insist, I’m not going to refuse.”
“Come on, then. Follow me, I’ll take you there. You need some help?” You nodded as Leonardo grabbed your hand and started leading you out of the building. He slowly led you out of the building and down the streets.
“You doing okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine-” You were silenced by the sound of your stomach growling from hunger.
“Maybe not. Here, stand back.”
You stepped back as Leonardo pulled out what seemed to be a sword. He started moving it in a circle until a portal appeared in front of you.
“You can make portals too?!”
“It’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you one day, but for now we need to get you food. Come on, this should lead us straight there.”
You cautiously followed Leonardo through the portal, and stepped out on the other side right next to the restaurant.
“Wow, that was impressive. Can your brothers do that?”
“No, but they have their own special abilities. And anyway, how are you not focused on your hunger? You’re nearly starving.”
Leonardo led you inside, and the lady behind the counter greeted the two of you.
“Hello, you two! Out on a little late night date, are we?”
You just chuckled at the comment, but Leonardo was quick on his feet.
“A date? I mean, one could call it that. Only if you want.” He looked at you as he said that.
“I wouldn’t mind that.” Leonardo ordered for the both of you, and you sat down at a table to wait for your food.
“You should ask your brothers if I can meet them. I’m really curious about them.”
“Man, you are quite insistent on meeting my brothers, huh?”
“Well, it’s not every day that you learned that you’re actually friends with a mutant turtle, let alone that he has brothers who are also mutant turtles! And you’re super awesome and nice, so I bet they are too! Why would I not want to meet them?”
“Well since you have to be so nice about it, I guess I can ask them. I have no clue if any of them will be up this late, though, so I can’t promise a fast result.”
“That’s okay. Oh, but when am I going to meet them? Or where? I have no clue where you guys live.”
“Well, we’re pretty free, so whenever you have time during the day probably works for us. As for where…”
“What about your place? I think it would probably be a good idea to meet them in their natural environment, y’know, so they don’t have to feel stressed or anything like that.”
“That’s not a bad idea. Although, nothing about our home would be considered normal.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, for starters it’s pretty big. And it’s underground. We’ve got a lot of cool stuff as well. We have an arcade room, a humongous garage, a skate ramp…”
“You have a skate ramp inside your home?! No wonder you’re so good at skating.”
“Oh, stop it.”
The waiter came over with the food, and made another comment about the two of you.
“Here’s your food, nice and hot. Don’t stay here just talking too long now.” Leonardo took this opportunity to show you how sharp his wits truly were.
“Nice and hot, huh? The food’s not the only nice and hot thing here.”
“Are you…talking about me?”
“Maybe, maybe not. You’ll never know.”
“Oh, you’re so stupid. I’m eating, you have fun doing whatever you’re doing over there.”
You and Leonardo finished up your food, and finalized your plans to meet up with his brothers. Much to Leonardo’s surprise, all of his brothers responded before you finished eating, and all of his brothers had agreed to meet you in their home.
“Thank you so much for everything tonight. Definitely one of the best nights I’ve had in a while.”
“It was my pleasure, only the best for my best skateboarding friend.”
“You’re too kind. I’m excited to meet your brothers.” You and Leonardo started walking out after saying good night to the employees.
“I’m sure they’ll love you. Have a good night!”
“You too, Leonardo!”
A few days later, Leonardo texted you to help you get to his home to meet his brothers.-now turn left and you should see an alleyway down the street. once you get there, just wait a couple of minutes and I’ll be there to lead you the rest of the way.
-I better not be getting kidnapped
-wow, I buy you food and this is how you treat me? you’re lucky I even let you in at all.
-okay, okay, I trust you. happy now?
-I guess
-how about dinner on me next time?
-wow, making moves huh? you’re slick
-...I don’t even know what to say anymore.
During the texting, Leonardo had snuck up behind you. He scared you when he spoke up.
“How about you come say hello to my brothers?”
“Damn it Leo- would you stop scaring me?”
“It’s so cute the way you react when you get scared though. And I don’t mean any harm, I hope you know that. Now, come on, you’ve been waiting a while for this, haven’t you?”
“I sure have. Where are we headed?”
“Look down.” Confused, you looked down to see a manhole at your feet. You looked back at Leonardo, and he gestured you to move out of the way as he lifted the manhole cover.
“It’s not as bad as you think.”
“Well, I’ve gone this far.”
As you climbed down into the manhole, Leonardo started to lead you through the sewers. He seemed to know these dreary hallways like the back of his hand. After several minutes of walking through the sewers, you eventually saw a light coming from somewhere up ahead. You followed Leonardo down the hall, until eventually reaching the end, where he began something of a grand introduction.
“Welcome to my humble abode. Hey guys, they’re here!” As he presumably called to his brothers, you stood in awe as you took in everything that was in front of you. It was bigger than you could have ever imagined. There were so many rooms, so much graffiti all over the walls, string lights everywhere. Leonardo grabbed your hand and pulled you along to somewhere else though.
“C’mon, it’s time!” Your excitement could hardly be contained as Leonardo led you to the bottom layer of the area. Leonardo stopped in front of what you assumed were his brothers.
“y/n, meet my brothers. This is Raphael.”
“You can just call me Raph. Leo’s mentioned you a few times, but it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”
“This is Michelangelo.”
“Hello! I’ve been super excited to meet you! Leo says you’re really good at skateboarding. You’ll have to show me your moves later!”
“And this is Donatello.”
“Hello, nice to meet you. I do have a nickname, but I reserve it for people who are close to me. I mean no offense with this, as I’m sure you’re a kind individual, but I just don’t know you very well. With time you should be able to call me by my nickname.”
“Well, hello, everyone. My name is y/n. I’ve haven’t really heard much about any of you, but assuming you’re anything like Leo, then we’ll probably get along.”
“Well, how about we show you around? I’m sure you’ll get to know them along the way.” Leonardo and his brothers proceeded to show you around the very large area in which they lived. Along the way, you managed to pick up a few tidbits of information about each of his brothers. Raph was the oldest and seemed to be the leader of the group, but he also had a very soft heart. Mikey was the youngest of the four and was definitely the creative one. Donatello was the smart one, and was often very direct about everything.
“So how did you meet Leo, anyway?”
“Well, one of my hobbies happens to be skating, and one night when I went out to skate, he was the only one at the skatepark I went to. Then we kinda made plans to meet up there every week.”
“So that’s what you’ve been doing! Leo sometimes comes home late at night with a big smile on his face and just a little happier than usual, but he never mentioned you when he did that. Now I’m starting to put some dots together.”
“Well, that can happen when you hang around such an amazing skater such as myself.”
“How about you live up to that claim, huh? Show us some moves.” Leonardo finally spoke up. You took it as a challenge, and everyone headed over to the skate ramp.
After showing everyone what you could do on a skateboard, and a couple more hours of just hanging out with the turtles, you eventually had to head home. After saying your goodbyes, Leonardo showed you the way out.
“See you soon!”
“Yeah! If you ever want to come back over, just text me!”
“Will do!”
However, you would remain oblivious to the conversation that was about to follow.After walking you out, Leonardo started walking back to his room, but little did he know that Michelangelo was following him.
“Ah, man, that was nice. Now time to lay back and-”
“Oh, Leo~”
“Mikey? Did you need something?”
“Mmmm, not exactly.”
“Then what’s up?”
“I should be asking you that. Seems you and y/n have a little something going on.”
“Yeah, we hang out quite a bit. It’s been pretty nice.”
“Leo, I’m going to get straight to the point. I think it’s pretty obvious you like them.”
“Woah, that’s quite an assumption. Care to run me through your thought process here?”
“Well first off, you regularly went to hang out with them, a human. That doesn’t happen very often. Next, you revealed the fact that you’re a mutant turtle. You don’t exactly do that for everyone. And they told me about your little “date” you went on. Listen, Leo, you know I’m the expert on these things, you can’t hide them from me.”
“…Fine, I’ll admit it. They’re just so…I don’t know how to describe it. Something about them just draws me to them.”
“I think it’s because you guys are so similar. You bounce off of each other. I’d give it a bit more time, but you should tell them how you feel.”
“Ahh, I don’t know. It’s hard. I think they just see it like a normal friendship.”
“You never know until you try. Like I said, give it some time and we’ll see where it goes. I’ll be your wingman, give you tips and tricks. And I’ll keep on the down low, but I can’t promise that Donnie and Raph won’t find out. That’s out of my control.”
“Heh, thanks.”
A few weeks passed, and you hung out with Leonardo and his brothers more and more. You learned more about each of them, but you noticed Mikey being particularly weird whenever you and Leo were hanging out.
“Raph, have you noticed anything weird going on between Leonardo and Michelangelo?”
“Yeah, but I haven’t been able to figure out what they’re up to. I think it might have something to do with you, though.”
“Me?”
“Well I can’t be sure, but I feel like I often overhear your name in their conversations.”
“Oh, that makes me all the more nervous about what they’re doing.”
“Eh, knowing them, it can’t be anything bad. I wouldn’t worry too much.”
“If you say so. I’ll trust your judgment on this one.”
A few months had passed now, and you were a lot more comfortable with your turtle friends. You were allowed in their home at any time, and Donatello had even come to know you well enough for him to let you call him Donnie. Leonardo made his classic one liners. Raph and Michelangelo often cheered you on whenever you showed off your moves on the ramp in their home. But nothing ever came of Leonardo and Michelangelo’s scheming, and over time you forgot about it. However, it never stopped and you would soon come to learn what it was all about.
One night, Leo had texted you, asking you to meet up at the entrance to their home.
-make sure to bring your skateboard, I’ve got a little surprise for you
-it’s pretty late leonardo, you better have something good
-I think you’ll like it
You arrived at the meeting spot, with Leonardo already waiting for you.
“Hop on your board, we’ve got a long ways to go.”
Leo started, leading you through all the secret alleyways and tunnels. You managed to keep up, but your legs were starting to get tired from the distance you were riding.
“Are we there yet?”
“Almost, just another minute or two.”
By this point, you were on the outskirts of town. Leonardo was headed further and further away from the city. You were becoming more and more curious as to where he was taking you. Eventually you stopped at the bottom of a hill.
“I won’t make you ride up this. Follow me.”
Again he pulled out his sword and made another portal. You trusted it would take you to the top of the hill, and it certainly did. What you didn’t expect was a little area hidden in the brush which had a perfect view of the city.
“Woah, Leo, this is insane. How did you find this?”
“Spots like these are my specialty. Come, sit.”
He invited you to sit next to him and watch the city, which looked very different at night.
“Is there a reason you brought me out here?”
“Uhm, yes, actually. I’ve been reserving this spot for a special occasion. Y’know, we’ve been hanging out a lot these past few months, and we’ve come to know each other pretty well. But there’s something about myself I haven’t told you, and I think it’s pretty important that you know.”
“Okay, go ahead. I’m listening.”
“I-I really like you. You’re just a cool person, and when we hang out or go skating together, I don’t know, something about you just seems that much cooler. And the fact that you’re even willing to hang out with me in the first place is already amazing. I understand if you don’t return the feelings, I just-”
“Wait, so all of those stupid pick up lines were actual attempts at trying to get with me?”
“Kind of? Most of them were jokes, but they did actually mean I liked you.”
“Well, funnily enough, those pick up lines kind of worked…”
“What do you mean?”
“Well when we first met, I did just see you as a good friend. But I think your sense of humor accidentally made me like you too. I didn’t say anything because I thought that was just you being you, and I didn’t think those stupid little pick up lines meant anything. So I just left those feelings alone, destined to be banished to the recesses of my mind for the rest of eternity.”
Leonardo paused for a moment, before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. You returned the gesture.
“So, are we like, together now?”
“Only if you want.” Leonardo smiled.
“I wouldn’t mind that.” You smiled back at him before turning your head back to look at the city. This was certainly a surprise you liked.
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Liar
“So you lied to me! All this time you made a fool of me"
You had to confess to him. Kenma was constantly hearing rumors about you. He was tired of hearing all this now and expected an explanation from you. You wanted to tell him the truth too
You couldn't remember ever seeing your boyfriend so angry. You expected him to rumble and smash things, but for some reason he seemed to be holding back the anger that was growing inside him. Because the emotion he felt included disappointment.
“No Kenma! It's not like you really know, please listen to me!”
“What will I listen to? How I was made a fool of? When I thought I had a very sweet and beautiful girlfriend, it turned out I was dating a guy! Did you have enough fun pulling my leg while looking me in the eye?"
Your eyes filled with tears and tears began to flow down your cheeks. It really wasn't what he thought and you tried to persuade him to listen to you.
“I swear it's not what you think it is! Lemme explain”
“Is that why you didn't want to have sex with me? Were you afraid I'd see the surgical scar from your cut off cock?"
You were trying to stay calm. To break Kenma's stubbornness, you wanted to try your luck one more time.
“Kenma, will you please calm down a bit? Let's talk nicely. I just want you to listen to me. Even if you want to break up with me from now on, I will not force you to be with me. But just listen”
Kenma seemed very reluctant to listen.
“Look, Kenma, they called me a boy when I was born, but…it was later revealed that I was androgynous. I hated my body and myself for being born with this kind of disease. I was very weak since I was little. At least I was below the men average weight standard. Even if I did, I couldn't gain weight. This included my problem of not gaining weight. So if I had to choose a gender, I wouldn't meet certain height and weight criteria to be a man. This situation broke my psyche. That's why my family took me to a psychologist. I can show you my doctor's reports. Just believe me"
Kenma was listening to you without a word. He seemed somewhat convinced, but not entirely convinced.
"What happened then?" he asked reluctantly
“It was difficult for me to carry both genders. So I decided to get rid of one. I already felt more inclined to be a girl. It was as if I had sensed that I was going to meet you and be your sweet and beautiful girlfriend.”
Kenma sighed
“Cut to the chase y/n”
“The day I totally decided to be a girl, I was taken into the process. I had hormone therapy and lastly, I had surgery to get rid of my other gender, which was a burden on me. I was now the person I wanted. I had been a girl. It wasn't something of my own free will. Please understand me Kenma. It's a disease and it can happen to anyone."
“I don't know what to say. The problem isn't that you were born with a genetic defect…I wish you hadn't hidden it from me"
“I'm sorry Kenma. I didn't want it to be like this. You forgave me didn't you?"
"I dunno. I just have to accept what I've heard for now. So please leave me to myself"
"But-…"
He pointed you to the door
"Please go."
He had a hard time kicking you out of the house. Your heart had been shattered. You blamed yourself for what happened. Your boyfriend, whom you love so much, turned his back on you after all this time.
“My feelings for you will never change, Kenma, even if you don't want to be with me. I love you. Don’t forget it"
There was nothing you could do but get out of the house. You wiped your tears and took one last look out the window of your boyfriend's apartment and then took to the streets.
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It will be continue in Part 2
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Last Night on Earth Pt. 3
(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)
Me? Finally posting a chapter? Why, it couldn't be! I hope ya'll enjoy!
Also, lemme know if anyone would like to be tagged in this series!
Warnings/other info: references to injury, grief
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9
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It was cold. The frigid air seeped in through the windows and circulated around the large room. You laid curled up on your bed, knees to your chest. You’d be warmer if you got under the covers, but you didn’t feel like moving. Didn’t feel like showing weakness, which was all you felt the past three days. Weak and helpless.
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
You turned away from Sister Jude, arms crossed tight against your chest.
“You can be silent all you want. It won’t change the outcome.”
With a huff, you sat up, a glare aimed at the older woman. How could she treat you like this? When it wasn’t even your fault!
You could feel your nose start bleeding again, and you quickly wiped at it. Sister Jude sat on the bed next to you and reached out with a tissue. You slapped her hand away, and she sighed.
“Why must you be so stubborn?”
“I don’t know. Why can’t you punish the jerk that smashed my guitar?”
“Well, maybe it has to do with the fact that he’s currently getting a cast on his arm! Why didn’t you come to me? To any of us?”
You scoffed and stood from the bed, pacing around and throwing your arms out in frustration. “Like you would’ve done anything! All I’d get is another rant from Father O’Neil about ‘being patient’ and ‘forgiveness.’ Screw that!”
“So that means you can just go ahead and start breaking limbs whenever someone upsets you?”
“Like they haven’t done worse to me,” you mumbled under your breath.
She remained for a moment, her eyes searching your face before she sighed and stood from your bed.
“I’ll expect you at confession. If this behavior doesn’t change, you know what will happen.”
When she turned her back, you raised both middle fingers at her and resisted the urge to scream, teeth painfully clenched together. Your eyes stung as you laid back down, hissing in pain and clutching your ribs.
No, you couldn’t tell her about how the other kids dragged you into the bathroom and kicked you until you were bleeding. You couldn’t tell her about the vile and awful things they called you, the notes they stuck on your back when you weren’t looking. Because it would only get worse if you did.
***
“Well, that’s mildly disturbing.”
You’ve seen more than your fair share of disconcerting things while being trapped in your family home. The occasional decapitated limb, the entrails of the hopeless victims your mother stored in the fridge like it was last night's leftovers. Oh, and not to forget the seven foot tall mold monsters brambling around the property.
Surprised to say, “mummified child corpse” was a new one on the ever growing list.
“That’s underselling it I think,” Ethan muttered, and you took a close look at the paper stapled to the lid.
D-Series cranial nerve
D-series peripheral nerve
“What kind of freaky shit is this?
For how long you’ve been trapped, you feel as if you know about as much now as you did when this all first started. You were completely left in the dark, scrambling for answers like a blind, helpless child. The only clue you had was Mia’s hastily scribbled note she left you before she passed out. But she could barely remember her own name most days, let alone what Evie and her minions were all about or where they came from. Was she even a good person if she was involved in all this from the beginning? Did Ethan really know the woman he was married to?
And what the fuck did she bring to your home? Your family?!
The lid slammed with a loud BANG!, shaking the table underneath and the candles meticulously placed around it. You would’ve picked it up and thrown it through the window if the phone hadn’t interrupted your rage induced fit.
You gripped the phone and put the receiver to your ear. “Zoe, I swear on this god given green earth, if you’re not back inside the fucking trailer—”
“Jesus Christ, would you cool it? I’m back. I’m safe.” She sighed on the other end. You could tell she was exhausted. “You found a serum?”
“No. But we found out how to make one. Had to get through Momma and her bugs to fuckin’ get to it.”
“Yeah, could’ve warned me,” Ethan said, raising his voice so Zoe could hear him.
Your sister chuckled as you raised your hand and pushed Ethan back, stilling him with your stare. He raised his hands and shrugged, turning his back.
“We need a D-series head and an arm. Which the creepy factor in this case isn’t surprising at all.”
“A head? I think I got one around here somewhere.”
Your eyes closed, and you pinched the bridge of your nose. “That’s such a comforting and normal thing to say, Zo. Thank you,”
She laughed, and the sound made your lips twitch. It’s been a while since you heard her actually laugh. It was a comfort to know she was still able to.
“Meet me at the trailer once you get it, alright? And don’t get yourself killed.”
You told her to do the same and hung up, relieved to know that your sister was safe. At least for now. With a huff, your back thumped against the wall, and your eyes met Ethan’s. How long has it been since he first got here? Four hours? Five? It felt like an eternity if you were being honest. Time going by at a snail's pace as you both fought tooth and nail to try and stay alive. 
This serum better fucking work!
“You alright?”
Your chest heaved with a breath, and you watched Ethan’s hand twitch at his side, like he wanted to reach out to you just to make sure.
“I will be.”
You moved to step away from the wall, but Ethan was in front of you in an instant, the intense concern in his eyes freezing you to your spot. His hand raised, and you instinctively flinched away. You knew rationally that he would never hurt you. He didn’t seem like the type. But that lingering paranoia, that smidgen of fear that remained, it lurked like a cold shadow over your shoulder. A constant presence and reminder of things that once plagued you so many years ago.
Your tensed shoulders slowly fell, a small indication that Ethan could continue,  and his fingers gently brushed against the base of your neck. A dull pain throbbed where he touched, and you grimaced at the quick reminder of your mother’s hands around your throat.
Squeezing.
Choking.
Killing.
“Does it look bad?”
His hand came to rest on your shoulder, thumb gently sweeping over your collar bone and catching the chain of your tags. The cool metal dragged against your chest, goosebumps rising on your skin. His touch was so careful. Considerate. Something you haven’t experienced in a long, long time. And maybe you shouldn’t be craving more of it, because by god, this was a married man and you certainly were not some fucking homewrecker. But a part of you ached when he pulled his hand away, missing his warmth and the comfort that accompanied it.
“I think you’ll survive.”
A smirk tugged at his lips, and you tore your eyes away from him before any other intrusive thoughts were planted in your brain. Your hand rubbed at the back of your neck once Ethan stepped away, smothering the heat that spread over your skin.
You hate that you react like this. It makes you want to claw at your skin. To scrub at it until it’s raw and bleeding. You don’t want to feel like you need anything from Ethan, especially something he couldn’t give you.
Shaking your head, you immediately attempt to disperse any remaining inappropriate thought, steeling your expression and turning towards the small set of stairs leading towards an unsearched part of the house. 
The cluttered room you step into is almost comforting, homey even. If it weren't for the rotting rat stuffed in the basket at your feet.
Your lips curled downwards in a grimace, casting the sight out of your mind as you gently ran your fingers over the piano keys. They moved into a familiar position, gently pressing down until a few gentle notes clinked through. The sound immediately sent you back to a time more pleasant than what you were facing now. A time of gentleness and care.
"You play?" Ethan wondered from behind you.
You shrugged, turning to him. "Momma did. Taught me how to play a few songs. I don't remember much."
He didn't say anything after that, but he could see the heartache in your eyes at the mention of the person your mother used to be.
You quickly moved on, turning the corner and coming across another lantern and another locked door. You experimentally pushed on it, the solid weight under your palms not even giving an inch. You glanced at the lantern on the uneven scale when it hit you.
Son of a-
"We have to find her."
Ethan's eyes were wide, silently asking you what the hell you were implying. "What?"
"It's the only way to get through. Take the light and find the ingredients. You got me?"
“She’s going to slaughter us!”
“Do you wanna get the serum or not?!”
Ethan sighed in defeat, fingers pressing into his eyes. It wasn’t the smartest option, but it was the only one you could see. That, or stay here for the insects to burrow into your skin and fester.
“I’m not gonna go back to the trailer and lick my wounds when we’ve come this far. You told me we could do this, right?” 
Ethan finally looked at you, brows pinched and jaw clenched. You reached out, placing a hand on his arm and squeezing.
“Then let’s get it done.”
There was a monstrously heavy and bleak presence that loomed over you once you made your way back to the hole in the floor. You could feel it clawing at your back, breathing down your neck. It sent your blood pressure spiking, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you looked down into the soggy pit. The water had drained, leaving mud and squiggling bugs in its wake, and Ethan reluctantly descended the creaky ladder.
You followed once he made it all the way down and cursed when your foot slipped against the wet wood, fingers tightening their grip. But, Ethan was already there before you could fall, hands on your legs to stabilize you.
“You alright?”
Gulping, you nodded. The warmth of his palms through your jeans seared your skin, and his touch only left you once your feet hit solid ground. Muttering a soft ‘thanks,’ you gingerly pulled away and looked down the muddy cavern beside you.
What you saw forced a breath out of your lungs from shock. Your mother was scuttling ahead on all fours, her limbs an abnormally long length like a gangly spider.
“Huh. Well that’s special.”
You glanced at Ethan with raised brows and shook your head. At least he could find humor in the situation.
With your gun raised, you took the lead, Ethan right on your heels with his shotgun clutched tight in his hands. Sweat dripped down your forehead, the thick and musty air clogging your lungs and sticking your shirt to your skin. Once you finally made it out through the manhole, you greedily sucked in the fresh air, your sore throat and burning skin grateful.
“Fucking—” You shoved your pistol aside and gripped one sleeve of your shirt, pulling until you heard the satisfying rip of fabric. Doing the same to the other, your muscles tensed and flexed under the cool air, a pleasant shiver running up your spine as goosebumps covered your skin. Ethan looked on with curious eyes, but you soon had the solid weight of your weapon back in your hands and were already moving on.
The crushing reality that you might just have to kill your mother was finally starting to seep in, and it felt like a cement brick had been dropped right on your chest. You had accepted the reality long ago that your mom died the day Evie infected her, and she was too far along for any cure to work on her. But… this thing. This fucking monster, it wore her face, spoke in her voice.
But she wasn’t your momma. Not anymore.
The decrepit house she took shelter in felt like it was going to collapse any minute, the wooden beams holding it up practically chewed through and the foundation sliding.
“Try not to fall through the floor again, yeah?” you said, ascending the rotten steps.
Ethan spoke up, but he was interrupted when the window in front of you shattered and long limbs stretched out towards you.
“Come on now with me! We’re gonna settle this!” Marguerite screeched.
Ethan reacted faster than you would’ve given him credit for, firing off his shotgun as you pulled the trigger on your pistol. She screamed and crawled back through the window whilst you scrambled to your feet and raced up the rest of the stairs, Ethan hot on your tail. 
Boots skidding across the floor, Ethan’s body practically slammed into yours as he tried to dodge your mother’s oncoming attacks. Her hand seized through the floor and gripped his ankle, his gun going flying as she yanked him down.
“Fuck!” He scrambled for you, and your gun went off in your mother’s face.
“Agh! You son of a bitch! I’ll fuckin’ kill you, you hear me?! 
“Let. Him. Go!”
You shot again, and she finally released her hold with a scream, crawling off to somewhere you couldn’t see. Ethan pulled his foot out of the floor with a pained hiss, blood soaking his pants and large splinters of wood piercing his skin.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded, limping over to his shotgun, “Let’s go kill that fucking bitch.”
You could make out your mother’s yelling and cursing from the floor below, and you attempted to maneuver the upstairs without falling through the huge gaps in the floor. The smell of gunpowder and smoke was heavy in the air, shots booming and Marguerite’s screams ear piercing. Ethan tried to stay close to you the entire time, whether that be because he was scared or he was trying to protect you, you didn’t know. But you weren’t complaining, either.
The vile cracking and shifting of your mother’s limbs caught your attention, and you watched with horror as she jumped all the way from the bottom floor up to where you stood. She swiped an arm out and caught your side, and your body slammed into the wall before you slumped down against it. Ethan cried out your name, making a beeline for you when Marguerite snatched the back of his shirt and threw him towards the opposite side of the house. He crashed through the wall and landed harshly on the ground, rolling onto his back.
“Ethan! No!”
He wasn’t responsive, lying prone as your mother stomped towards you. Fear gripped at your spine, chest heaving with stuttering breaths and your body so tense it felt like you were made of ice. The monster in front of you breathed heavily, her limbs dangling at her sides and her disgusting, slimy belly peeking through her dress. She looked like something out of your nightmares. A horror story the kids in foster homes would use to torment you.
You tried to stand, bracing your hand against the wall, but your leg and side screamed in pain. She got closer with every long stride, and soon, she was right in front of you, a boney hand clutching your neck and lifting. She dangled you over the giant hole in the second level, your hand coming up to grip at her arm as she bared her disgusting teeth.
“You fucking good for nothing, bitch. I wish I never became your mother!”
She screamed the words, spit landing on your face and mixing with the tears that rolled down your cheeks. There was a quiet click, and cool metal pressed against her forehead.
“My mother—” you gasp for breath, finger squeezing down on the trigger, “is dead!”
BANG!
You were floating. Falling. And then the ground meets your back like a speeding train. Your mouth opens, but you can’t gasp for breath because it’s being forced out of you. Your ears ring, and you can’t hear. Not even when Ethan is by your side, grabbing your shoulders and mouthing something you guess is your name.
Finally, your back arches with a deep intake of air, coughing on it violently before you can manage to breathe again. Ethan is there the whole time, his hands gently holding you and trying to talk you through it. When your head lolls to the side, you see your dead mother’s face right next to you. White crawls over her skin until her whole body is calcified and frozen.
And then she breaks and falls apart.
You can hear her crumbling, her face falling away until you can no longer recognize her. It hurts. More than you thought it would. 
She was so beautiful once.
“Hey! Hey, can you hear me?”
Ethan shakes you and you groan out in pain. He immediately apologizes and brushes your hair out of your face.
“Come on, you gotta get up. You’re okay. You’ll be okay.”
There’s desperation in his voice you’ve only heard once before. When he begged you to help him find his wife. And you don’t bother to question why it fills you with a bit of warmth.
You're pretty sure you fractured a rib, and it’s still incredibly hard to breathe, but you sit up anyway with his help, gripping his arm when the pain makes you seize up.
“I’ve got you. You’re alright.”
He’s got you.
Once you feel like you can deal with the pain, you shift onto your knees with a bit of difficulty, and look down at the pile of dust that was once your mom. Your hand slowly sifted through it, grabbing a handful and letting the dust fall between your fingers until a golden band rests in your palm.
She’s gone.
She’s really gone this time.
Your fingers curl around the ring and you hold it to your chest, body wracking with violent sobs. Ethan is next to you in a heartbeat, his arms carefully wrapping around you and tugging until you fall back into him. He mutters apologies and comforts into your ear, and all the while you’re screaming at yourself in your head for you to stop.
Get a grip! She was a monster!
Then why does it hurt so much?
“Hey. I know, okay? But we gotta go,” Ethan muttered, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder.
You knew he was right. You had to leave before something else came looking for you. With a sniffle, Ethan helped you stand to your feet and grabbed the lantern with his other hand, gently shaking the dust off of it. You never felt more hopeless than in that moment, injured and practically falling over if it weren’t for the man next to you. And while you’d normally detest at the idea of someone practically carrying you to safety, you wouldn’t put up much of a fight this time.
Still, you tried not to put all your weight on him, knowing he was hurt too. You leaned away a bit, but the second he felt your weight slightly lean off him, he pulled you right back against his side.
“Ethan, I can—”
“Don’t. I got you.”
“You’re hurt too, asshole. I’m not— Agh! I’m not lettin’ you do all the heavy lifting.”
Ethan chuckled and relented, letting you take a bit of his struggle. “You’re so damn stubborn, you know that?”
You smiled, and it was less painful than you thought it would be. “Is that what you were gonna tell me earlier? Back at the old house?”
“Something along those lines. Maybe a bit meaner.”
“You’ll break my heart by the end o’ this, Winters.”
The hand on your side gave you a light squeeze. 
“I’ll make it up to you.”
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crypticjackal13 · 1 year
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redson x god s/o but they always have a human form around him cause they are scared he wont accept him for who they truly are?
Aww I love this :)) biblically accurate y/n>>>>
“Holy Grounds” (742 w.c)
Redson x GN!God!Reader
romantic one shot
pronouns: they/them(Redson), you/yours
CW: some anxiety from reader
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The past few months had been a little rough for you, to be honest. You were unfortunately alone for the most part, with Redson, your lovely partner, on some kind of trip. They called you as often as they could. They always mentioned how they’d be home before you knew it, how boring it was visiting relatives they hadn’t seen since their early years when they could be there with you instead. It was all weighing on you, and so you tried to practice some self care by letting down the glamour you used to hide your godly form. 
Letting your true form out was like taking off a tight piece of clothing. Fresh air seemed fresher, colors were more vibrant. You found it easier to actually relax around your home as your true self. 
You spent a whole week just hanging around doing whatever you wanted, still calling Redson for updates on how things were going, but never revealing this secret of yours to them. One thing you’d neglected to remember was when they were coming home…which was today.
“Y/n, my beloved! I’m back!” Their voice called in an almost singsong voice. Approaching the room you were in, which was the living room. You practically jumped out of your skin as you attempted to put on your disguise again, but Redson had already seen you. They froze in their tracks, mouth agape. You were still like a deer in headlights.
“Uh…welcome home, love!” You managed to say. 
“What on earth was that?!” Red questioned. 
“Nothing! Don’t even worry about it! I’ve got some dinner in the oven—“
“Y/n,” they stopped you from moving past them to get to the kitchen, staring deep into your eyes. “Is this not your real form?”
“…can we talk about this later, Red? Please?” You were still in a panicked state, and you were thankful as they gave you a bit of physical space.
“Yes. It can wait a bit.” They gestured for you to continue, and so you did, heart still pounding in your ears. 
They think you’re scary, that you’re a terror. They’ll leave you.
That night, as you two got ready for bed shortly after dinner, you could feel Redson’s eyes on you every now and then. Were they analyzing you? Perhaps subconsciously you were the one analyzing them.
Now you sat on your shared bed, feet dangling off the edge as you waited for them to join you. 
“My love,” there was a shift on the mattress as they took a seat with you. “Are you ready to talk about it?”
“I guess,” you closed your eyes. “You were bound to find out sooner or later, I’m sorry. I understand if you hate me.”
“Why would I hate you?”
“Because I lied to you! You probably think I’m a freak or something!” 
You were shaking like a leaf as you actually turned to face them. Their bright red hair was disheveled, no longer in its uptight ponytail. Their eyes, despite having slight bags underneath them, showed compassion and concern for you that you hadn’t expected.
“Quite the opposite, y/n…” they took one of your hands, kissing your knuckles gently. “The being I saw earlier was the most amazing, luminous entity I have ever seen.”
“You really mean that?” You asked. They nodded. You allowed your true appearance to show again, not once feeling their grip on your hand waver. 
“I do. And I mean it even more now that I’m getting a proper look at you.”
“Stop, you’re gonna make me all flustered! You snickered. They could tell the tension around you was dissipating.
“That was my devious plan, all along!” They held you close, even though you were still laughing and moving in their arms. “To woo you!”
“It’s working, it’s working! Lemme go!” 
They planted some kisses along your face and jawline and you could feel your face turning red. Finally, they stopped, and you were able to catch your breath. Now, on your own accord, you shifted forms again. 
“Not gonna sleep like that?” They asked, separating from you so they could move the blankets around. You had no idea how they could sleep under three layers despite being a walking space heater.
“No, as cool as it is, I don't feel like being a night light.” You yawned.
“Fair enough,” they got comfortable, with you at their side. “Sweet dreams, my lovely light.” 
“Goodnight, love.”
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ezrasilasbloo · 8 months
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TW: guns ig
Sadie Adler teaches you how to (pew pew) 🔫
This is my first fanfic on here and I've spent like a week on it so here you go with no expectations except there is deffo some HEAVY teasing
Lately you've been trying to make yourself useful around your parents' farm and have tried doing chores around the place, knowing you would be on your own in a few months, but you ended up failing (like there is nothing you couldn't fuck up) at each and every one, so one of the employees hands you a gun and tells you to teach yourself and make yourself useful. 🧐
After you had finally figured out how that revolver worked, you decided to gather a few empty bottles and crates to shoot at. (It's better than the ground but a lot harder to hit. 🤷‍♀️)
You finally have your targets set up you pull the trigger once, the recoil making you stumble a little and the projectile hits the fence with a loud boom and crack. "Shit!!" You shout, partly in annoyance and partly in anxiety, turning around and starting to walk away from the targets when you see Sadie and your face immediately lights up again.
She's been your friend at least five months now after she ended up in Rhodes by accident, Sadie Adler is also your only friend. (Technically that makes her your best friend soo... 🥰) You're also the only one Sadie considers as a friend. (Maybe more if you play your cards right. 😏) Honestly, you've had a crush on this goddess of a woman ever since you met but didn't realize it until about a month ago when you had also realized that Sadie liked you too. (But neither of y'all have done anything about it, 🤨 except for some light teasing here and there of course. 😚)
"Sadie! What are you doing here?" You call out to her excitedly and walk faster now, but you couldn't help but examine her figure as y'all approached each other, the cowboy hat she had on covering her eyes in a way that made Sadie even more gorgeous sitting on top of her golden colored hair that had gotten so long it framed her face and chest perfectly in the sunlight. The usually dull yellow shirt she has on turns into a bright yellow when the light goes through the fabric, your eyes move down to the pistol belt she always carried on her, it fits so well around her hips, honestly it's just, AAA!! You trail down to her legs before looking Sadie in the eyes again.
"I don't know, I just got bored I guess." The woman shrugs her shoulders and laughs a little, "I'm just kidding Y/N, you already know I came here to see you, princess." The rasp in her voice shows when she calls you 'princess' and you can't help but feel your cheeks flush a little in response. "So how's your uhh, 'target practice' going?" Sadie looks down at the gun in your hand, her eyes lingering for a second before she motions towards the pile of bottles behind you.
"Terrible, I can't even hit the crate but I did manage to ruin the fence." You reply with a deep sigh and plop yourself on the soft grass. "Y'know you could just ask if you need help, right?" She towers over you with a teasing smirk on her face and a hand placed on her waist. (Sorry but I have no idea how guns actually work though I can't tell whether it's a good or bad thing in this case 🤷‍♀️) "Come here hun, lemme show 'ya how to do it the right way."
She extends her other hand towards you to help you up. "Now, stand in front of me and hold that thing with both your hands, pointers on the trigger and the rest are on the grip. (?)" Sadie comes up from behind and puts her calloused, but somehow soft, hands on yours and rests her chin on top of your shoulder as her lips graze the skin on your ear.
You shiver and back up against her body more when you start to feel heat rising inside you. "Good, fix your posture." She whispers softly and moves one hand down to your chest and presses, urging you to straighten your back as your heart starts pounding. "Spread your legs a little, Y/N you need a firm footing if 'ya wanna avoid that recoil."
Her hand travels down to your inner thigh and she pushes the back of it against you gently. "O-okay..." You reply with a trembling voice and widen your stance with shaky legs. "Stop shakin' so much." Sadie's voice goes low and husky, her demand sounds almost like a threat the way she says it. She presses her hips and chest against your backside firmly (trying?) to stop your movements, but at this point you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
You tried to keep still anyways and when you finally calmed down she whispers, "Good job." In (the most splendandorifictightus) a praising tone and you can practically hear her smirk as she places her hands back on top of yours. "Now, you see those two things on the top of the barrel? Aim between them and keep yourself still, plant your feet as you pull the trigger so 'ya don't move when it goes off." Sadie explains carefully, making sure you understand how the revolver works. "Alright, are you ready?"
You nod a little bit hesitantly and reply, "Yeah, I think so.."
"Aww, don't be nervous! I can hold you again if that helps. ~"
"As much as I would love to, I don't think it would help." You laugh shyly and turn away from her, embarrassed at your sudden confession. "Huh, I don't know if that's good or bad." Sadie replies jokingly. "Now are you gonna shoot those bottles or not?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll get to it." You walk up to the crate and aim down the barrel, but your hands start shaking again from the adrenaline running through your body when suddenly you feel a pair of hands grip yours. "It's okay darlin' just breathe, focus on the target when you inhale and shoot when you exhale." You turn your head to see Sadie standing behind you once more, this time just being there to support you. As much as you were surprised by and sort of (a lot) enjoyed the way she was teasing you earlier, it certainly didn't help with your situation. (sadly 😔)
You aim at the bottle again and breathe in as you do, taking a second to ready yourself before releasing the breath and pulling the trigger. (idk umm) BANG? POW? PEW? BOOM? SHATTER? Either way it sounds, the gun goes off and the bottle next to the one you'd been aiming for explodes and shatters. "Dammit!" You yell in frustration and toss the revolver on the ground and it goes off randomly when it lands in the grass, but luckily it didn't hit anything except for the dirt. (grass? ground? Pronouns for ground?) "Jeez! I swear, that thing is broken!" You point at it aggressively but your face is full of concern.
(The end?) 🤷‍♀️
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stillcarmine · 11 months
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More Spider-Man!Leo HC's
@sugar-r-rush whoop I had a bit of writer's block on this but here's some more thoughts!
Okay SO
Lemme start with this Hestia idea
I love her and I've always thought she'd love Esperanza. I just thought of her having a place for demigods while I was typing that lol. But actually, that would make a lot of sense, because Hestia's always done what she thinks is right by her family even if others didn't understand her choices.
Plus, I think she'd play dumb if Zeus ever caught her, but like, she's got the mindset of 'pssh, what's my little brother going to do about it?"
Breaking the rules for her niblings :)
Anyway, she probably has multiple of these types of homes around the world, and she doesn't spend too much time there because she doesn't want to risk the other gods finding out about them. They're kind of like the Way Station and the Chase Base (side note, she also loves Magnus and Alex, it transcends pantheons), but normal houses.
So some kids stay long term, some just use it as a rest stop, it's all good. It's a nice little community where they're all demigods, but it's not about training and serving like the camps.
It's mostly a normal life, which is something Leo wants after the Gaea.
Well, somewhat normal.
IDK, maybe Piper joins him because she's also done with the demigod game and she loves her dad, but she doesn't feel that California is her home.
Something I've wondered about for a while is whether Leo ever got to visit his mom's grave. Did he get to go to her funeral? What was the situation immediately after the fire?
Either way, he hasn't been in years, if ever, and that's the catalyst for him returning to Houston. It's a clear, definable, concrete goal, which is anchoring him to reality since he's still getting over you know, dying. And even before that, he'd never had a moment to just. exist.
It terrifies him.
Piper does come with him at least for the beginning, and that is indescribably comforting.
Leo's tired, is the thing.
He's tired of the gods dictating his life, of needing their approval and their mercy.
But most of all, he's tired of running.
So he's not going to do it anymore.
And he goes back to the first place he ever ran from.
He doesn't bother with his biological family. He's long since learned what real family is.
He's got his real family with him when he sets the bouquet of sunflowers on Esperanza's grave.
Piper booked them a hotel, but when they're turning to leave, the spot a small figure at the end of the pathway.
Leo's demigod instincts tell him that this is not a mortal, but that they're also not in danger.
Hestia appears as an older woman instead of her usual child-like appearance, just to achieve that aunt look.
Leo's wary, though he doesn't think she's ever contributed to any of the problems he or his friends have had.
When he looks into her eyes, he's washed with this understanding of her approach to fire. It's nothing like what he's experienced. Hers is warm and comforting and protective.
But showing him that isn't what she's actually here for.
Leo wasn't expecting what she actually came for.
When she passes him the bundle of fabric, he stares down at it blankly.
The navy and gray wool and leather feels warm against his hands, and Leo remembers his mother wearing this, in pictures from photo albums of her youth, sometimes when she'd take him to the park on the rare days when it was cold enough for a jacket and nice enough to be outside.
He remembers her picking him up and holding him against her chest, remembers the slightly scratchy material of the wool, the smooth, cool leather, how it smelled of their laundry detergent and his mom's shampoo.
He lifts the garment to his nose and somehow, after all these years, it still smells exactly the same.
He doesn't even mind that he's crying, the sort where the tears well and flow seamlessly.
He's in a bit of a daze as Hestia asks them to join her for dinner. Piper puts a hand on his shoulder to get his thoughts, and he nods, because she just reunited him with a piece of his past that he never thought he'd see again.
The thought of wearing the jacket hadn't crossed his mind, so when Piper asks if she can help him into it, he takes a minute to process the question.
But he nods again, and when the weight of the jacket settles over his shoulders, he feels a comfort that he hasn't since the last time his mom smiled at him.
Leo can't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal that he didn't have to make himself.
It's odd.
It's… making him feel some kind of way.
The house Hestia brought them too is warm, in color, in atmosphere, in the way its lived in.
They both realize that other people must live here too, but no one else comes out, and Leo's relieved.
Eventually, Hestia brings up a topic Leo wasn't really expecting.
His mother's will was… a complicated matter, to put it lightly. She had started making more money than she expected in her career at the end, more than she had ever before, and the whole… spider situation could have changed the game in a ridiculous way, but the research was lost in the fire. Her assets were willed to Leo, but the rest of the family contested that, and with his age, the circumstances surrounding the fire, the accusations throw around, the company's shady business practices- well.
If Leo had had the choice, he would have picked having his mom back, and the money brought out the worst of his extended family. That he could at least understand, even if it disgusted him, but Rosa seemed bent on ruining any chance he had to stay with anyone he knew. Now that he's older, he can see she did it because she was grieving her sister, but Leo's not going to forgive her.
As the situation stands now, a large portion of his mother's assets were eaten up by legal fees, her contract with her company is a legal gray area and they took advantage of that to keep her research and inventions for themselves (maybe this could be part of a plot idk). "I'm glad to be made aware of this," Leo says, and he thinks he means it, this is all a lot to process. "But why were you involved?"
Hestia smiles sadly. "Money was always a violate aspect of the home," she says. "My sister had a hand in shaping your future, but she did not consider this matter. I believed it fell in my jurisdiction. I managed to save what was irreplaceable-"
Here she gestures to the letterman that Leo still hasn't taken off.
"-along with some other belongings of yours and hers. There is also a small amount of funds left that I have managed to retain for you. It is not much, but it will help you establish yourself should you choose to take that path."
Leo's familiar with the talk of paths and sense that there's more to discuss her. "As opposed to which other path?"
Hestia smiles, her warm eyes flickering.
She explains this house, how it performs the roles of the camps but doesn't focus on training but providing a safe place for demigods. "Not all are fighters," she says, and smiles almost wryly.
She gives them a tour of the place and it's... normal. It doesn't raise any of their alarm bells, which is such a nice change of pace.
The Valdez's were a special case for Hestia. Esperanza always understood what truly made a home. Hestia took notice of her even before Hephaestus did, and when Esperanza had Leo and they had their little family and home, it was a true beacon of everything Hestia valued.
So, it was particularly heartbreaking to watch it all fall apart. Esperanza lost her life, Leo lost what truly mattered, but the goddess couldn't let everything waste away.
Leo decides to stay, at least for a while, and he spends his days trying to relearn his bad habits of pushing away his feelings. Hestia recommends a therapist who knows about the mythical world, and that starts to help Leo process his years of trauma.
I'm not sure where it could go from here, maybe he takes it slow but gets drawn into a different world of heroes, maybe it's a big plot or maybe he just wants to do good in small ways for his community.
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