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stackofstories · 2 years

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The next morning before breakfast, Travis joined him on the bottom bunk. They sat together looking out the one window barely registering as the sky slowly changed colors. They would have to face the day soon, but Connor didn’t feel ready and it seemed neither did Travis.

“I can’t believe we lost!” Connor said and he buried his head into his hands. “It wasn’t a dream, right?”

Travis shook his head. “If only.”

“We never lose. Like ever. Like not even Luke, arguably the best of Dad, ever lost to us in poker.”

“I was there, Con.”

“The girls were there too. Silena promised she wouldn’t tell but Drew is the biggest gossip.”

“Katie is never going to let us live this down. She’s going to be annoying.” Travis pulled a face.

“How did the pipsqueak manage it? He was super good too. He actually won $50 and a five drachmas from us. Not to mention an actual bed. How did he manage to do that?”

Travis shrugged.

Connor groaned. He didn’t need a shrug. He needed answers. “I’ve been up all night thinking about it. Don’t you think it’s kinda strange? We don’t lose games.”

“Well. Annabeth, Malcolm, Wyn.”

“That’s different. Sudoku. Chess. Capture the flag. That’s strategy. Tactic. Luck. Athleticism. But games with money, persuasion… that’s us, that’s ours. But he’s not ours.”

Travis curled a piece of hair around his finger.

If Nico was theirs as in their brother Dad would have claimed him. Aside from the fact Nico didn’t share any of the physical traits of his brothers and sisters, Connor had seen enough determinations. Unlike most of the cabins here, Dad claimed his kids as soon as they stepped through the borders. Nico hadn’t gotten that. He wasn’t their brother, but he had Connor’s attention.

“The kid is a little weird,” Travis said.

Connor nodded. “That’s the understatement of the century.”

“And our reputations is in tatters for the foreseeable future.”

“Suddenly I’m not sure where you are going with this.”

“Let’s just take a few minutes to let it go though. The kid is like ten years old. So, he got one over on us.”

Connor didn’t understand why his brother was being so easygoing about this. People didn’t just get one over on them.

Travis jabbed him in the ribs. “Stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

Travis eyed him in the way only he could. Like he could see him beyond the goo that made human and god, he saw him and Connor resisted the urge to shrink away.

“You are vicious and ridiculous and it still surprises me that Luke was the one to turn,” Travis said evenly. “I suppose you’ve never had the ambition.”

Connor smirked. “That’s good.”

Travis rolled his eyes. “Yeah for the rest of the world, but those, you come into contact with, I’m not so sure. The kid got one over on us. Let it go.”

“I’m not planning to get him back. He just has my attention.”

Travis frowned before he stood up with him. “Whatever. Let’s just get this day started.”

“Why do all the Hunters look like they’ve been proposed too?” Beckendorf asked as he strapped on his breast plate.

“Cuz, uh, they’re about to get wrecked.” Sherman Yang said with bloodthirsty grin. It might have been terrifying if his war paint was red instead of a bright pink. And it was clear he didn’t know much about the Hunters. Which made sense as he had been dropped off last summer and had never seen Hunters.

Beckendorf caught his eye and rolled his eyes before he nodded encouragingly at Sherman. “Must be, man.”

Connor noticed their strange behavior too. Yesterday the Hunters had been all smiles and laughs and today it was the complete opposite. Whatever it was, Connor hoped it aided them to victory. “How many times have we lost again?”

“Fifty five times,” Malcolm said grimly, fixing an arm cuff.

“Nico. Stop moving.”

Letting Nico drink Mountain Dew at dinnertime might not have been the smart decision. He bounced on the balls of his feet and moved his mouth a mile of minute as he pushed his helmet from his eyes a dozen times.

“We’re going to fight! And use swords! I’ve never held a real sword before.”

“I’ve never seen someone so excited over the possibility of maiming or death,” Connor said dryly.

Drew sauntered over. In her full armor plume and all. “How long have you been here?”

“One day!” Nico said. “I love it here.”

Drew laughed. “Where have they been hiding you? Con and Travie have been so cruel to keep you from us.”

“Stop teasing him before he turns red permanently,” Travis said. He finished plating the kid up in his protective armor with a final pat on his back.

“I’m not. He can spend time with us. Silena would just die over him!” Drew giggled. “He’s so cute I just wanna dress him up.”

Connor raised a single eyebrow. Drew wasn’t exactly a nice girl, but he knew her heart was melted over things like kittens and sweet fires and maybe just maybe naive little boys with anime eyes.

“Hey, I’m going to talk to Percy and show him my cool sword.” Nico darted from under them and he went straight to aqualad. His volume control clearly lacking. “If we die do we get to respawn?”

“Why?” Connor asked.

“He definitely needs to come and talk to us,” Drew said as she crossed her arms. She had a little smile on her lips.

“I feel like Percy is eternally screaming inside. He’s got the raised eyebrows. The thousand mile stare. Do you think Nico notices?”

“Nope.” Travis came to stand next to him. “Kid didn’t even say thank you. He just went straight to Percy.”

“I mean…” Drew trailed.

“What.”

“C’mon Drew. He’s a kid.”

Drew shrugged. “Percy isn’t all that and bag of chips but if I was rescued by Percy as a ten year old, I might start planning our wedding and how many kids we’re going to have.”

“Your Mom is Aphrodite and your hobby is playing M.A.S.H with the richest poorest sucker you can find.”

Drew grinned at him. Connor felt it telling she did not deny him.

Chiron stomped hard on the pavilion enough to sound like thunderstorms.

“Heroes!” he called. “You know the rules! The creek is the boundary line. Blue team—Camp Half-Blood—shall take the west woods. Hunters of Artemis–red team–shall take the east woods. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. No intentional maiming, please! All magic items are allowed. To your positions.”

Thalia wasted no time. Between her and Percy they took up the leadership positions and Connor was just fine with them. “Blue team! Follow me!”

Beckendorf lead the rallying cry as they raced through the woods. He and his brother were some of the fastest campers, Travis being the fastest, but they fell behind and kept Nico in front of them. Connor remembered how armor felt when he was still new and rosy cheeked but Nico didn’t seem to care, or if he did, he wasn’t letting it slow him down.

He climbed up the Poop Pile–Zeus’s Fist—with surprising dexerity and volunteered to sit the flag in the correct position.

“Can I go scouting with you?” Nico squeaked and eyed Percy. “That’s what you’re doing right.”

Percy stared at them all wide-eyed and the rest of them team had the decency to laugh behind hands and buttoned lips. He rubbed the back of his neck stalling.

“Uh, yeah, but I have an even more important job for you.”

Nico nodded eagerly.

“Guard-duty. With the Travis and Connor and Beckendorf.” He swept an arm toward them. “I need you to guard the flag because uh, I trust you. To keep it safe for me.”

Connor audibly snorted and for the second time that day Travis jabbed him in the ribs.

“Really?” Nico asked.

“Really really.” Percy patted him on the shoulder before he gave him a little push in their direction.

Nico squeezed between him and Travis. He stood as tall as he could. Travis nudged him with a little smile. “Maybe you should have gone scouting with Percy. Your sister is a Hunter. You might give her the flag.”

“You make a good point, Connor,” Beckendorf said looking uneasy and Travis nodded in agreement despite the wrong name. “She is your older sister.”

“Maybe we should tell Percy to see if one the girls can stand guard with us instead…” Connor added.

Nico gaped. “No! I can do it!” he vibrated with purpose. “If Bianca comes I won’t give her the flag. Not even if she begs!”

“If you say so,” Connor prodded.

“I do say so. I promise!” Nico said. “I always keep my promises. No one is getting our flag.”

Connor nodded affirmatively. “Okay. We just want to make sure.”

Thalia and Percy shouted some orders. Everybody nodded and broke off into smaller groups.

Silena darted to the left with her team while Thalia went right with her scouts. Percy prowled the area climbing onto higher rocks. Connor wondered why Percy didn’t go with Thalia, he didn’t belong in defense. Not because he wasn’t good but he was so obviously an action guy; he lacked the patience.

Case in point: “Can you hold the fort?” Percy threw over his shoulder at Beckendorf.

He heard a response and raced off. Nico cheered and they followed behind more quietly.

“Our best fighter,” Beckendorf said when Percy was gone.

“We’re doomed,” Travis said.

“Totally.”

“Way too sound positive boys,” a Hunter came from the shadows. She shot her bow with pin point accuracy to above their heads. Dense smoke spewed out.

It didn’t smell like sulfur, it wasn’t making their face break out and Connor had superior vision curtsy of his father. His confidence shot quick only to be shot down cruelly when the Hunters went forward in the smoke. Attacking with their hunting knives.

Connor raised his shield up blocking the attacks and pushing forward. He had to give it to the Hunters. They knew how to fight, he almost got neck sliced open in the few half seconds he managed to protect himself.

He fell deeper into the woods. With one hard grunt and all his strength and he tackled the girl, she sprawled into the ground with dazed ugh.

“Hey!” Nico screamed.

Connor rose. He made it half a step before the big beefy Hunter girl rose from the dead and clubbed him hard on the head enough. His ears rang and he was down for the count.

He felt two thuds on his helmet. He ate snow and laid there until Chiron came to him. He saw double of his brother on his broad back.

“They got you too,” Connor said to Travis.

“Shut up.”

“We lost…” and whatever else he was going to say was lost in the swirl of yelling. The air felt charged like before a thunderstorm. Connor knew it was Percy and Thalia.

“We’re missing all the fireworks,” Connor said.

Chiron must have heard them. He galloped first. “Just like their fathers. This is why I ignore the family invites.”

There was a lot of yelling, but that all went out the door when the world got quiet. Connor’s head still thumped something fierce, Travis gasped.

“What.”

“It’s the Oracle, dude. She’s here.”

“Nice try.”

“I’m not kidding, dude.”

“She’s like a gajillion years old and she’s dead. Like calcified.”

“Hey, I realize this sounds insane but she’s out here. Walking. Not talking.”

“This is impossible,” Chiron said. “This has never happened. Never.”

Connor’s vision became a little clearer with the admission. He swallowed. Below him was a sea of sickly green mist covering snow.

“I am the spirit of Delphi,” the voice scratched in his mind like nails on a chalkboard. “Speaker of the prophecies Phoebus Apollo slayer of the mighty Python.”

Approach seeker and ask.

Whoever she spoke to must have been a Hunter. In the swirling sea of green mist the eddies twisted together into one clear but terrifying picture. On a barren mountain there was a girl. Artemis. She was wrapped in chains and in pain.

Five shall go west to the goddess in chains, One shall be lost in the land without rain, The bane of Olympus shows the trail, Campers and Hunters combined prevail, The Titan's curse must one withstand,

And one shall perish by a parent's hand.

Another prophecy. People were going to die. But not his people.

Connor nearly passed out in relief.

#emptying drafts #ignore me #connor stoll #Travis Stoll #so in this one i explore kinda where I want Connor’s personality to be #like he doesn’t care if you aren’t Travis #bby nico with his crush on Percy #drew tanaka #Stollico #nico x the stolls #Nico di Angelo #but this is the unpolished version #gaaaahhh I just a Stollico fic #pjo #Percy jackson

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xatsperesso · 1 year

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I had another idea for harem iruma. He does, in fact, have one but demon harems are equivalent to circles of close friends. Like say kalego and balam if they had different careers would be considered part of a harem. Demons watching over and helping each other for the sake of it, even raising kids together. Iruma just assumes the more romantic version.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh that's just so cuteee!!!

Maybe iruma does have a harem! A harem of demons who would love and support him no matter what!! But that doesn't mean that the harem is his. They are his support system, and he is also a part of their support system! And that means that all of abnormal class are a part of the harem XD

No but this is a very wholesome idea, like harem doesn't have to be romantic, and maybe why everyone is pointing it out is because having such a big one is very rare, and they’re confused because this is iruma, he's anything but normal, so how does he have such a large group?

The answer is that he is everything but normal. That's new, refreshing, and he's always so nice and genuine. How xan anyone not love him?

#gaaaahhh #i really love iruma #he's just so pure and thinking of him heals all my scars #whenever i see a character who gives that #so so pure smile #it's like being reborn #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita iruma kun #iruma kun #iruma's harem

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silverselfshippingchaos · 10 months

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goodness I love him so much

#wow. today was wild. i made more progress on the game and he showed up a LOT #he did some horrible things. beat some people up. kidnapped a child. suggested he cut the child's finger off and mail it to her grandpa.#but... 😳. im so in love with him. he's such an asshole but wow... wow. he's so funny and handsome.. and so strong... and his voice gives me #so many butterflies!!! to think that i once hated this man... funny how fast things change huh?#also. another character called him “the meanest son of a bitch i know” (direct quote)#HE'S SO RIGHT. BUT.. HE'S MY MEAN SON OF A BITCH #he totally owned it too ajsjajsj he KNOWS he's horrible!!!! but also.. he cares a lot about his Blade... too bad she didnt last for long LOL #ash tries her best to comfort him during that time. she had grown to care so much for the man she considered her biggest rival in the world.#she also falls in love with him- ahem- and um... if i may be a little self-indulgent........ a.khos falls for ash too.#AHEM SNDHWIRYWBRBW #it's the enemies to lovers ship of the century!!!!#(i never said this but... he can get really cuddly when he's sleepy. it's the cutest thing in the world honestly)#and... you know how he's a theater kid and always talks about the script and shit? well uh... after their first kiss ash just chuckles #'that wasnt on the script right?'#of course he says no. falling for ash wasnt on the script but... for once he doesnt mind going off script #ash just shyly smiles. 'youre really good at improv then.'#OH ALSO #AHSJWHDJQHDJ #a.khos also likes to call ash his 'leading lady'#GAAAAHHH I HATE HIM (lying) ive fallen so hard for him. he's all i can think about. my heart is his. i am so sorry to all my discord friends #because i never shut the hell up about him #ash rambles 💚#i love him!!!! i know he's an asshole but i love him for that too!!

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idyllicserendipity · 1 year

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"Heeeeey, Dum-Dum!" He sneaks up behind him again. All with that relaxed air, lazy stride (if not for the detectable bounce in his step), and hands tucked out of sight—almost as if Kokichi actually doesn't intend on spooking him, but if he does...? Oopsies! (Then we're both in for a treat!)

Despite there being plenty of open seats—"plenty" in this case meaning all of them—Kokichi sidles on in between the one Kaito occupies and an empty one that would be perfect for his little booty if not for the other option. Which he takes up quickly. A confident little plop! right atop his astro-nut's knee.

"So, get this." Kokichi loops an arm around broad shoulders. "I came across this suuuper lame piece of garbage the other day, and I was like 'Man, what the heck am I supposed to do with this crap? Even the landfill doesn't deserve this,' but then—! I thought to myself"—he leans in some, bumping his head against Kaito's temple—"'Hey, I know a lamer! Personally!' Here you go! ♡"

Abruptly, from the hand still hidden behind him, Kokichi tosses a dark hakama right over Kaito's head. (And yes, he realizes it doesn't go there, stupid: he has a different plan.) Before the boy can so much as react to the assault, Kokichi cleverly yanks the indigo fabric right over Kaito's eyes, leans in to plant a speedy kiss to his lips, then springs up in the space of a breath.

"Happy birthdaaaay~! ☆" he cheers, and is no sooner racing away with a maniacal laugh. [[We're a little bit early, but I didn't want to end up late! ;w; ALL THE LOVE FOR THE GOOD SPACE BOY !!! Happy birthday, Kaito!]]

⭐❤️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAITO MOMOTA!!! (12th April) ❤️⭐

MAYBE IT WAS SELFISH OF HIM TO THINK THIS WAY, but Kaito didn't think that he would wound up celebrating his birthday in here. Even as a few of the others' birthdays have since come and gone, the teen didn't think that they would be stuck in here for as long as they have. Not when time itself was still of the essence. And especially when he... still haven't yet gone into space.

And the realisation would strike him nearly as hard as a blow to the gut that morning, when those annoying ass Monokubs actually ANNOUNCED that it was his birthday. Almost like some dumb workplace tradition, that would just leave nearly everyone of them feeling all the more awkward and uncomfortable than they already were. And anyways, if anyone wanted to remember it, all of their birthdays were already recorded clearly down on each and everyone of their Monopads.

... Still, he really shouldn't be thinking this way. Heck, he should just be thankful that he and the others would get to live another day. And as he would remember how much effort they have since begun put into every one of their friends' birthdays. Making sure that it was truly a worthwhile one, and not be just another thing for them to get depressed about, whilst trapped in here... that was what mattered. For them all to continue STICKING TOGETHER, as they worked together to make it safely oughta this place.

And so, Kaito would decide to simply start the day off like he would any other. Heading straight to the dining hall upon leaving his room, and putting together some breakfast for himself while he waited for everyone else to arrive. Making himself some UDON, this time round, with all his favourite garnishing thrown right in there. Just the way he likes it!

... And just the way his GRANDMOTHER used to make it for him each year... With vegetables freshly grown and harvested from their very own farm, it wasn't all that surprising that her udon would always be the very best in his books.

... Just, wait for me, okay? Please be okay... I miss you both so much.

Instead of digging in like he had planned to prior, Kaito would simply find himself gazing down towards the steaming bowl of noodles. Already knowing that it was a bad idea to dwell on these thoughts for long, but having a hard time stopping himself now that he did.

Though thankfully, however, he wouldn't be left alone with them for long. As an all too familiar voice would resound throughout the halls themselves.

"Ah-- Kokichi."

While his acknowledgement would lack its usual energy then, Kaito would noticeably relax. Having just been snapped out of that dazed stupor he had put himself in, as his chest WARMED at the very sight of him.

... Sigh, it was just like this guy to make him feel both hot and cold at the same time. For this guy to make him wanna pull him into a tight, affectionate squeeze, but also give him a hard, chastising shake by the shoulders (Not that it would do anything, other than further entertain the little gremlin), with each word that would escape those lips of his. It truly was an interesting sight, to somehow see both DELIGHT and EXASPERATION alight that lilac gaze of his.

And as the other settled himself atop one of his knees, all he would simply do then, was hold him in return.

"... Seriously, dude? You're gonna give me garbage?" Especially on his birthday? C'mon, man!

With pink lightly dusting his cheeks over how quickly the other seemed to be making himself comfortable then, his initial frown would begin to soften... Only for it to soon after be replaced with something a little more deadpan. As he couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes, with each insulting statement that would so effortlessly spill past those lips of his.

Though, he would let out a small sigh, as the other brought himself that much closer to him. Hardly (Foolishly) paying attention to what the other was saying, by this point. As the touch of his head to his temple, would cause the taller to ever so briefly nuzzle him, while he still had the chance...

For of course, these things never tended to last for long, not with his boyfriend.

"HEY, WHAT--"

How. The. Hell. Had he kept that hakama completely hidden away from him, this entire time??? He had a feeling that he had been hiding something, from the moment he had stepped in here, but NOT THIS! And as the fabric engulfed his entire head and concealed his sight, Kaito (And Kokichi) was lucky that his chair hadn't tipped back then.

And before the poor astronaut in training could even fully exclaim his shock, his lips would be silenced by another pair. Leaving them merely agape but a second later, as a humorously wheezy little gasp would escape the taller male. Just as the other would lift himself off him after that much too brief of a kiss.

And while he barely had a moment to comprehend everything that had just happened, Kaito was already flinging that damn thing off his head. As he got out of that chair, and started running after his boyfriend without a second thought. Leaving his birthday udon, for the time being, untouched.

"Uuuugh, get back here, you lil' shit!!!"

@falsiliar ❤️

#(HOW ABOUT YOU LET ME... FINISH WRITING AND ANSWERING THIS TUMBLR? HUH???)#(SOBS THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR SENDING THIS IN BBY!!!)#(Kokichi out here being the best worst boyfriend to him I'm just AWHEUAHWE)#(GaAAaHHH I will forever love them so <333)#falsiliar #ﾐ Muse ;; Kaito Momota 彡 #ﾐ Muse ;; Kaito Momota ;; Asks 彡 #ﾐ KOKICHI OUMA AND KAITO MOMOTA ;; You could do a little damage ; you could pull me deeper ;; falsiliar 💓 彡

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fivefeetfangirl · 6 months

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I just went on the most mental health walk ive ever been on this shit is crazy why didnt you tell me about this??!?!?

#literally i feel so light and zen hahaha #it was really beautiful and just gaaaahhh i wanna go back and sit there forever #might share some pics. although i dont know how good they are i was way more busy with watching the real thing #also my phone camera doesnt do the light justice #went with a girl from work and we literally talked so much this feels like its gonna be friendship for life hahaha and i met her like two #days ago lmao

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sureuncertainty · 7 months

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lowkey wanna cosplay palamedes tho cause y'all draw him to look like me lol

#win rambles #maybe for megacon or for holiday matsuri at the end of the year #i'd have to hold off on dyeing my hair blonde tho #he's my fave btw in case you couldn't tell #he and camilla are just soooooooo #gaaaahhh they're in love they're in a qpr they're a system they're unhinged they're everything

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asnipersgun · 9 months

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idk warning jic sorry if im inactive on tumblr (well at least for the moment cuz idk what gonna happen tomorrow or later on)

#gaaaahhh help i wish i understood how to tumblr #maybe im just sad and bored #yet again sorry if after this you never hear from me again after this #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 1 year

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been stuck trying to figure out whether to go for kanetsugu's romantic or dramatic ending and now ive only got about half an hour before the tickets reset and im trying to panic pick 😭

#abt; ikesen #aerin.txt #i would do 57 endings just for you BUT FUCK IDK IDK #i used to do the dramatic ones more bc of the plot etc but the romantic ones sometimes have better..final premiums y'know 👀🔥#gaaaahhh idk what to do.. im just so whipped rn... 😭 if only they had previews fr hhdhdhf

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saifuckr · 1 year

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im fishing again

#never call a boy too cute to be toxic #mfers really got me back in my toxic obsessive behavioral patterns #ughhh youre so hot but then youre so cold do you want me or not grrrrr #but dont answer that cause i like it when it drives me crazy hrnnnnn gaaaahhh #you sell snake oil to the sinners who only crave just to be free #im so glad no one i know irl follows me here only my cringe mutuals <3 ily guys thanks for putting up with my shit babshshsj #id be posting vents on ig stories if it wasnt for yall #saitxt #delete later

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our-blood-is-our-ink · 1 year

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Agatha: I thought you were going to write out a Halloween fic for me

Me: yes, well. See. I got caught up

Agatha: caught up with what? What could possibly be so impo-

Me: ... I'm making gifts for the girlfriend

Agatha: ...

Agatha: I hate you

Me: yes, I'm aware

#shes very offended she has no longer been first priority for months #which is okay I'll just send her to timeout 🥰🥰🥰#('the fuck you will' 'language hon' 'go fuck yourself' 'wow. eloquent.' 'shut up' 'this is clearly a Harkness trait this eloquentness'#'thats not even a fucking word' 'your point?' 'gaaaahhh!')#id feel bad except this is funny #this is SO funny

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junkdrawerfics · 2 months

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hello!! i had a request for jasper, if that’s ok? i was thinking about him with an entirely oblivious reader. alice knows they’re meant to be together, and just cannot fathom how reader is this clueless to jasper’s flirting? LMAO esp with that southern charm and the fact that he’s actually talking to someone outside of his family 😭 just know id be blissfully unaware that man’s even interested even if he was breathing down my neck and his family is practically tearing their hair out atp 😭

Jasper Hale X Reader

Summary: You're oblivious. That's it. And it drives the Cullens (+ Bella) crazy. Jasper has to take a far more direct approach to get through to you.

Word Count: 1846

Note: I hope this works for what you were requesting! It was a fun write, I always like playing with different perspectives and even writing scenes without the reader directly in it.

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“Anyone would think they’re dating,” Alice sighs in exasperation.

Bella follows the vampire’s gaze, noticing you and Jasper standing close together at your car. You’re gesturing wildly, eyes wide, excitement pouring off of you like usual. And Jasper’s just listening, a soft smile on his lips, one she’s only ever seen when the blond’s with you.

“Most of the school does,” she corrects, shoving her hands in her pockets, “Jessica brings it up all the time and Angela says she had to fight Eric to keep it out of the paper.”

Alice snorts softly, the sound somehow delicate. The humans love gossiping about their family, a fact that is unchanging wherever they go. She’s heard more than a few rumors about the two of you, and Jasper probably has too. You, however, remain blissfully unaware.

In her entire century of life, she had never met someone so completely oblivious.

“Does she know he’s flirting with her?” Bella asks, her brow furrowing as Jasper tucks a strand of hair behind your ear while you just keep talking a mile a minute, totally unphased. You, the girl who gets flustered at the drop of a hat with everything else.

“Oh, absolutely not,” Alice chirps matter-of-factly, “She has no clue that he likes her. It’s kind of sweet. But also maddening.”

“You’ve seen something about them?”

“Of course I have.” She sighs again, shaking her head. “It’s not even that, though! I don’t need a vision to know they’re perfect for each other. They’re both absolutely smitten with each other, but she’s even more oblivious than you.”

“Hey-!”

Jasper chuckles under his breath. You pause, head tilting as you follow his flickering gaze to the two girls standing at the other side of the lot. Alice has her hands propped on her hip, a smirk adorning her features as Bella turns impossibly red.

Curiosity washes over you. Eagerly, you whip back to Jasper. “What are they talking about?”

“Bout you and me it seems, and they’re arguin’ about how…observant Bella is,” he murmurs, amusement clear in his tone.

You blink, pursing your lips a little, “They were talking about us?”

“They were just wonderin’ if we are goin’ to the fall festival,” he lies smoothly. Jasper has no desire to expose you to the ugly rumor mill of this town. “What do you say, darlin? Want to go with me?”

“Yes! Yes, I’d love to! I’ve been thinking about that all week!” You squeak, confusion disappearing just like that.

The smile you give him is so bright, so genuine, it could cripple a weaker man. The blond has to bite his tongue, though, the desire to lean down and kiss you pulling at his chest viciously. He wants to see if your smile tastes as sweet as it looks…

“We could see if they want to join us!” You continue, clapping your hands like a little kid. “Maybe that’s why they were talking about us. Oh, it’d be so fun to go as a group!”

The groan from across the parking lot is audible even to you.

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“Gaaaahhh-”

Your groan gets cut off when you flop onto your bed and land face first in your fluffy comforter. It practically swallows you whole, you almost wish it would.

Bella watches, lips curling in amusement as she gently drops her backpack down and perches herself at your desk, “Jasper again?”

“-e’s su niiithee,” you whine, voice muffled.

“Try again.”

You turn over on your back, pouting at the ceiling, “He’s so nice.”

“He is.” Bella draws her knees up to prop her chin on and waits. The rant is inevitable.

“No, like, he’s so nice. You don’t understand, Bells.” You throw your arms in the air, letting them fall to the bed dramatically. “I’ve never met someone who’s just so nice. And he’s so pretty and charming and sometimes I just wish I could jump on him and hold on like a koala.”

“You could,” she points out, not missing a beat.

Propping up on your elbows, you can’t help but gasp at her, cheeks going positively red, “No I can’t! That would totally freak him out!”

“I think he’d like it more than you think.”

“Oh my gosh.” Your hands fly to your face, as if covering it will stop the blush from spreading down your neck. “You’re so mean to me, Bells. So crude.”

Bella snorts, “That’s not crude. And you’re oblivious.”

“Hello!” You yelp, sitting up. “Kettle calling the pot black!”

“It’s the other way around, actually.”

“Oh whatever,” you sigh, flopping back down. Your thoughts are always a mess when it comes to Jasper, and everyone teasing you like this doesn’t help. It’s easy when you’re with him, you kind of just forget about it all. He’s your best friend, afterall. A frown pulls at your lips. “And I’m not oblivious. We’re just really close friends. I think I’d know if he liked me or something…”

Bella has never been so close to strangling someone.

---

Eventually, a Cullen family meeting has to be held about the issue, despite Jasper’s reluctance.

“She’s clueless,” Bella groans, dropping onto the couch next to Edward.

Emmett snickers from his seat with Rosalie, “I thought we already knew that?”

“We did.” Alice sighs as if she’s mourning the thought. “But we’re afraid it’s worse than we originally thought. The girl is hopeless.”

“She is not,” Jasper chides, lingering on the edge of the group. A part of him doesn’t like having his family in the middle of this. It’s his relationship, or lack thereof. He hates feeling infantilized.

“Hush, Jasper.” Alice waves him off, earning a scowl from the blond. “You’re hopeless in your own ways. This is about (Y/n).”

“So what should we do?”

Jasper forces himself to take a long, calming breath. They mean well, he knows that. They always do. But their methods are usually far too…exaggerated. He might have considered asking for Esme’s advice, perhaps even Carlisle, but not Emmett, and most certainly not Alice. This is his decision to make, and he needs to go about it in his own way.

“Oh! Maybe we can hire someone-”

“That won’t be necessary,” he interrupts, cutting off whatever wild plan Emmett has concocted, drawing the family’s attention to himself. Jasper straightens up, giving them all a pointed look, “This is my business, and I will be taking care of it as I see fit. Thank you for your concern, but it is unnecessary.”

“What are you going to do, honey?” Esme speaks her first words of the evening, voice gentle and unassuming as always.

The blond softens, giving her a faint smile, “I’ll be straight with her.”

“But-”

“Stay out of it, Alice.” The little ravenette pouts, though her eyes dance with excitement. A little push was all he needed, it seems. “It won’t do me any good if she learns of my feelings from one of you. It needs to be me. Even if I have to lay myself out plain for her to see.”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want, son,” Carlisle hums, relieved to take a step back. He wasn’t a fan of this plan from the start.

“It is.”

And it’s true. At one point, it didn’t feel like he had much control of his life, but now he does. And now he has you. It may just be a ‘matter of time’ thing, according to Alice’s vision, but he wants to do this right, at his own pace.

Now, it’s just a question of how.

---

“Darlin…can we talk?”

“We are talking,” you giggle, writing down another formula.

“I mean a more serious talk.”

You blink, looking up from your chem textbook to meet a pair of nervous, gold eyes. Nervous? Jasper is nervous? Your brows furrow, concern immediately sparking in your chest.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, notes forgotten and thrown to the side. You can always study later. “What’s up, Jasper?”

“Everythin’s alright, just-” Jasper settles on the bed in front of you. He keeps a respectable distance, but reaches across to take your hand in his. You freeze. Eyes wide, you can’t stop yourself from staring at it. Your hands. Together. He’s holding your hand. Why is he holding your hand?

“Darlin?”

“Huh?” Oh right. You drag your gaze back up to him, catching a flicker of an amused smile on his lips. A blush creeps up your neck and you smile apologetically. “Sorry, sorry, um, what’s up?”

“I have something important to tell you,” he explains, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that is far too distracting.

It helps calm your racing heart, though, because a part of you is terrified. You have no clue what he could possibly want to talk about that would warrant such seriousness. Unconscious, you end up holding your breath, waiting for him to continue.

“I like you, darlin.”

What?

You pause. Process. Confusion swirls through your concern.

“I like you too, Jazz, you’re my best friend,” you chime, tone completely lost and befuddled.

An incredulous laugh breaks past Jasper’s wall of nerves. The tension drips from his shoulders. It’s ridiculous. So ridiculous that he feels like he can finally say everything he’s ever wanted to say.

“I’m ‘fraid you don’t understand, darlin,” he hums, giving you one of those gorgeous, slanted grins that make your heart melt. And the way you cock your head at him, eyes doe-ish and soft, does the exact same thing to him. “I want to take you on a date. I want to open doors for you and walk you to your porch afterwards. Maybe give you a goodnight kiss and watch you go inside. You drive me mad, darlin. I like you so much, it’s taking everythin’ in me not to kiss you right now.”

What?

Your head spins. It’s difficult to even process what he’s saying, everything swimming through your head at a dizzying pace. Maybe you heard him wrong.

“You-” You falter, “You want to- to what?”

Finally.

Jasper smirks, leaning in just enough to make your heart skip erratically, “I want to kiss you sugar. And trust me, it is mighty hard to control myself.”

“Okay um…” You scream silently in your head. Jasper wants to kiss you. Jasper likes you. He likes you. And you like him. “So, you- okay, I have no clue what to do now. I like you too, a lot. Which you probably knew. Wow. I can’t believe I didn’t…”

“Everyone tried tellin’ you,” Jasper chuckles, leaning back.

“I know! I just, I thought they were all teasing me, you know? Cause I like you,” you explain lamely, pouting a bit in disbelief. All this time, you could have just told him! “I just can’t believe how oblivious I was.”

“Trust me, darlin, none of us can. I have one more question for you, though.”

“What?”

“Will you give me the great pleasure of takin’ you on a date?”

You bite your lip, but it does nothing to stop the smile from spreading across them.

“Of course!”

---

I hope you guys liked this one! It was a fun one, though it took me a while!

#reader insert #x reader #reader #jasper hale #jasper whitlock #twilight saga #twilight #jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock x reader #jasper x reader #you're so oblivious it hurts #oblivious reader

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BLUBBERING SPOILERS BELOW FOR I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR, EPISODE 12/FINALE:

YEAH. SO. YEAH. SO!

This can't be meta. I don't think I can conjure it. Just blather. I'll try to be sensible. First, a little housekeeping before we start the meeting:

We know there will be a special episode (the preview looks..... LIKE A GODDAMN HOLIDAY GIFT, GAAAAHHH).

Peeps are going back and forth on a second season, and while it seems that Nonkul Chanon blurted it out during the final episode fan meeting (lol you cute, Nonkul), Tee Bundit is rolling back a bit, *likely* due to funding. But seeing social media going absolutely INSANE over this ending, I can't imagine that Dee Hup will have any issue with finding the moolah for a second season -- especially after that after-credits scene, WITH HORSES, WITH MUSTACHES, WITH TATTOOS, WITH ARMOR, the whole thang. Tee let that shit hang all out like that. Warrior-era Thailand, let's m'fing go. That was a hell of a lead into a second season that may not happen, come awn.

Alright, with that out of the way:

I didn't think a show would top Moonlight Chicken for me this year, but IFYLITA is my top new drama of the year (with the HEAVY CAVEAT that I have not seen La Pluie yet -- that's for either after my Old GMMTV Challenge, or just making sure I watch it before year's end).

Part of the reason why I lost my gatdamn mind last week on episode 11 is that Tee Bundit did not interfere with any damn nonsense last week -- he let the episode's story unwind without any noise. He let the emotion roll.

The same light touch (or rather, a lack of interference) happened here, BUT: there was a LOT more happening firstly by way of closing some loops that were open, moving to new loops, and shedding more depth into Jom and Yai's final moments together

We got closure on Yai's dad, who was grumpily like, uhhh, I dunno what happened in my life, but yeah, daughter Eaung Peang, you go have a good life with Maey, crotchety crotch. I think that's the best we could get from politically involved dads of 1928 Chiang Mai. (EP AND MAEY SWINGING THEIR HANDS WHILE WALKING AWAY -- SAAAHHSHAY FROM ALL THAT, LADIES, SASHAY.) It looks like EP's herbal abortion left her safe -- thank goodness. We didn't see James or Ming this episode.

For loops that weren't closed, I'm not complaining, because we got an explanation for how Jom's beloved ones will repeat in his reincarnated futures and pasts, through the explanation of the northern Thai ceremony of having 32 blessings reinstated to you after illness or misfortune (THREE CHEERS for @blmpff for capturing screenshots of this explanation!). (AND THE WHITE THREAD, PEEPS, THE WHITE THREAD, I'm coming back to this in a second.) If we do get a season 2, then I will not be colored surprised if we see Ming and James in different roles. (And, yes. Your bitch here has relaxed on Pat's shooter, finally. My nose was trained on James being a colonialist interferer, but he did good last episode.)

But this episode belonged, of course, to Yai and Jom, their final moments together in 1928 Chiang Mai, saying the slow farewell as Jom slowly disappeared in front of Yai's eyes.

LORD. WHEWWWWWWWWWWWWW. The lacy fabric with which Yai used to cover the mirrors so that Jom wouldn't see himself fade away. The empathy of that. The scene where we heard their lovemaking over the flashbacks montage. WHEW. WHOA. (I did say, to my friend @shortpplfedup, something something Jom started really fading away after that intimate scene and something something had the ontology cough cough outta him, ANYWAY.)

The way that Yai pitched forward when Jom finally disappeared.

AND I MOTHERFUCKING SCREAMED WHEN JOM AND MUSTACHIOED YAI WERE ABOUT TO TOUCH INTO THE WATER AGAIN, AND THEN THE DIVER EMT WAS LIKE, BLOOP I'M HERE AND OH, JOM, YOU'RE ALIVE IN 2023. I yelped in the deli, shit. The way Jom was silently screaming in the water for Yai.

And, so. In the "present" day (present dimension, really), Jom survived that CRAAAAZY car accident (LIKE! WHAT?! He flew out of the car into the water, bros! The magic of fiction, anyway.)

He.......he holds space for Ohm?! Looking BACK on that scene, AFTER we get the explanation of the 32 blessings, we realize: despite Ohm's infidelity and his promise to a new woman, Ohm is still important in Jom's life -- he's still a beloved presence, as he did mean something, for a long time, to Jom. Of course, modern Jom did NOT let a moment to shade Ohm pass him by, oh no. But wasn't that interesting to note? That Jom's dimensions would allow Ohm to be in those dimensions -- that Ohm would be reincarnated through Jom's 32 blessings (at least in the past direction).

You know what I also loved about seeing Jom in his present-day apartment, with the present-day Jeed, Ohm, and Khaimuk (aka Fong Kaew). I LOVED WHAT THAT CASTING, THE SHIFTING OF THE CHARACTERS AND CHARACTERIZATIONS, SAID ABOUT JOM'S PERSPECTIVE OF EQUITY IN 1928 AND 2023.

Jeed is NOT Khun Eaung Peang. Jeed is ALL SASS. But Jeed is YOUNGER than Jom. Jom, in 2023, is P'Jom, with the honorific. Present-day Jom can smack his little sister's head in jest. Jeed can be OUT and SAFE and have a crush on her girl friend, safely, and can ask for her brother's support, OPENLY.

Jom never stopped being Jom, whether it was 2023 pre-accident, 1928, or 2023 post-accident. Jom is comfortable in his own skin, and wants happiness AND EQUITY for the people he loves around him. I love that the casting and characterizations of the incarnations of the characters reflect Jom's state of mind that all people are equal and the same, no matter a fancy honorific or a royally appointed residence.

I screamed at @shortpplfedup when I saw Jom wearing the white thread in bed during the thunderstorm. I stopped, rewound, and saw he was wearing the white thread in the water scene with Warrior Yai. The white thread never left his wrist -- he still has his blessings intact.

And, and, and, back to the house of Palanthip in 2023. Who's the lady of the house? This lady knows Jom's the only one who can open that chest. The chest opens, the drawings are there, THE PICTURE OF THEIR PARTY, AND THE LETTER FROM YAI TO JOM, THE LETTER, THE TEARS, AKSLKDF, AND, AND, AND --

Oh my god, I was crying, y'all. Shit. Just our confident dude, striding in, asking Jom, sweetheart, why are you crying. And Jom jumping into Yai's arms.

I was shaking my head. I mean. I love that we learned that Yai actually HAD HIS OWN BLESSINGS CEREMONY because he was so lost after Jom's departure. WE LEARNED ABOUT THE REST OF YAI'S LIFE. We know, now, that the Yai of 1928 yearned for Jom for the rest of his life. So much so that, at the twilight of the life of 20th-century Yai, that he had the good mind to leave Jom a letter, to let Jom know that his life was a good life, because Jom had been in it. To let Jom know that Yai's love had never faded away.

AND THEN THAT YAI CAME BACK TO JOM.

Jom, dude, you're a good dude, for these good people to be coming back to you, in dimension after dimension. That monk was right.

I told you this was just blathering; I can try to put some sensible thoughts together in a few days, but the structure of this story, the empathy of this story, the way this story was leveraged by drama and romance and HOPE. I mean. This series was utterly fantastic.

I know there's the lifelong debate of whether or not BLs "count" as queer media, and in many, many instances, they do. But since I've had the disappointment of Only Friends and GMMTV on my mind lately, I had to note, mentally, particularly during the lovemaking scene, and during the closure of this episode, that Tee really fucking handed it to anyone who criticizes BL as a not-as-sophisticated drama genre.

And you know what? I also wanna say that Tee fucking handed it to GMMTV as well. I am so DAMN glad this series was airing when Only Friends was airing. While Only Friends sat on the opportunity to present progressive ideas on queer love and queer community, IFYLITA ROLLED right into it.

(I'll ask @lurkingshan to fact-check me on the following:) Because this series was a historical drama with a queer romance centering it, I think Tee Bundit could feel free from the chains of BL tropes and expectations to do something truly singular. I felt that what I was watching was cinematic, it was moving, it was strikingly emotional, particularly because I felt that this show was showing me something that transcended any viewer's expectations of what we should be watching, as opposed to, say, a BL set in an office like Tee's Step By Step. Where that show fumbled was in the show itself not knowing if it was a workplace drama or a BL-centric romance.

IFYLITA knew what it was: a historical drama, certainly centering romance, but also balancing conversations about equity and wealth disparities across eras. With that uncomplicated centering, I think Tee Bundit made an absolutely BRILLIANT show, and it fucking WORKED.

I will scream to anyone who'll hear me. If you haven't watched I Feel You Linger In The Air yet, do it, PLEASE PLEASE. Y'all know I am an Aof Noppharnach girlie for life, and I LIVE FOR MOONLIGHT CHICKEN, I DO, I DO, all of my Asian references in MLC and the food and everything, god I loved that show, but --

IFYLITA was a cinematic masterpiece. Full stop. All hail @neuroticbookworm and @lurkingshan for telling me to keep with it after my Step By Step-PTSD. This show was worth every last minute I spent watching and writing on it.

Season 2, Warrior Yai, let's get him a better mustache -- let's FUCKING GO, BABIES.

P.S. BRIGHT AND NONKUL FOR LIFE, FOR LIFE!!!!!!! THE ACTING!!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!

#i feel you linger in the air #ifylita #best show of the year #tee bundit #bright rapheephong #nonkul chanon #i feel you linger in the air meta #ifylita meta

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